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adieutristana · 12 days ago

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hii! could i request the arcane women comforting reader on her period?

of course! thank you for the request <3

b2b by charli xcx on repeat yuuuup

summary; headcanons of the arcane women comforting their girlfriend on her period.

characters included; jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn, maddie

tags/warnings; menstruation, fluff, comfort, suggestive (jinx's section), reader has hell periods, mentions of poor mental health, can't think of anything else honestly

minors and men dni.

jinx;

✧.* idk why, but i headcanon that jinx is one of those super lucky girls who has really light 3-4 day long periods. basically nothing at all.

✧.* so when you told her that your periods were long, and heavy, and painful, she was honestly taken aback. jinx was a bit puzzled as to how that's possible.

✧.* "but mine aren't that bad! are you suuure?"

✧.* she doesn't mean anything by it, she's just genuinely perplexed. sometimes it's difficult for jinx to put these kinds of things into perspective. however, the second she sees you doubled over in pain, clutching your stomach and whimpering in pain, her instincts kick in and she's rushing to your side.

✧.* "oh- oh, toots, are you okay?! what happened? why d'ya look so hurt?" she'd ask, crouching down next to you with panic evident in her voice.

✧.* "just... on my period," you'd strain. "nothing out of the ordinary. don't worry about me."

✧.* jinx absolutely will worry about you, though. she's by your side, asking you what you need. since her own periods are so mild, she doesn't know exactly where to start with this sort of thing. but she's doing her best.

✧.* she'll research! she finds out all about the cravings, mood swings, pains, and how to soothe all of those things. she nerds out when she gets to research anyways, but she'll go above and beyond to make sure her girl is comfortable and happy. as much as you can be during shark week, anyways.

✧.* the same day she finds you in pain, she's swiping things from shelves of pharmacies and convenience stores like no tomorrow. pain medicine, water bottles that she plans to heat up, chocolates, tubs of ice cream, blankets, lots of sanitary products. hell, she'll even burn a few dvds so the two of you can have movie nights. jinx doesn't do anything halfway, especially not something like this.

✧.* even more clingy than normal somehow. i imagine jinx runs pretty cold, but also has a lot of natural body heat, if that makes sense? she uses the guise of being your 'built-in heating pad,' though anyone can tell she just wants to be close to you and comfort you. she'll have both her arms and legs wrapped around you, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck and peppering kisses along the soft skin.

✧.* "mm.. don't mind me, sugar. just wanna be here for 'ya, help you feel better 'n all that."

✧.* she's got such a sweet tooth, jinx might swipe a few of the snacks she stole for you while you're not looking... sorry. she can't help herself

✧.* will try to distract you to the best of her ability. movie nights as i said, as well as taking you around the streets of zaun (when you can manage to stand upright), gaming with you and purposely letting you win just so she can see your smile and hear your laugh.

✧.* along with the extra clingy thing, jinx will not let you out of your sight until she's absolutely sure that you're off your period. it's not that she doesn't think you can handle yourself, but she just worries so much. part of her knows it's irrational, but seeing you in so much pain eats at her inside, makes her afraid that she's going to lose you. even though it's just a natural part of your cycle

✧.* she's also read that other kinds of relief can be especially helpful for cramps, so you know jinx will be offering that to you if you know what i mean.

vi;

✧.* oh she's right there with you.

✧.* has the worst fucking periods known to man. it's like she's completely MIA as soon as it hits every month, she's just dead to the world. trust me, she understands.

✧.* which means that she can help you that much better! she knows firsthand what it's like and what works for her, but she also knows that it's not a one-size-fits-all situation. it'll take a bit of time, but vi knows what she's doing.

✧.* she's already got a stash of things lined up for you in her bathroom the day after you tell her you've gotten your period. panty liners, pads, tampons of different sizes. she doesn't even bother asking what you prefer to use, she just wants you to have the options depending on what you need at what time. only the best for her girl

✧.* fridge, freezer and cupboards are also full to the brim of your favorite snacks, the best medications. candies, chocolates, baked goods, ice cream, pain relief... all the good stuff.

✧.* don't even bother asking where she got all this stuff and how she could afford it, just let vi take care of you.

✧.* "shh, cupcake. that's for me to worry about. you sit your pretty self down and let me do all the hard work, 'kay?"

✧.* has heated blankets and water bottles ready for you at all times! the second she hears the slightest whimper of pain from you she's got the water bottle in her hand, instructing you to lean back so she can put it against your lower abdomen. she'll stay with you to make sure you're okay. she needs that reassurance both for you and herself.

✧.* vi is the type of lover who can't rest until she knows for sure that you're okay, regardless of how much you tell her that you're alright.

✧.* "i'm fine, baby. really, you don't need to worry about me." you'd say, though the way your face contorted in discomfort betrayed your words. "are you sure? you can't fool me, pretty. i know you're hurting. just let me help you. that's what i'm here for."

✧.* she also knows that insomnia comes with menstruation at times, so she'll make sure you sleep in her bed until you're off your period. holding you close, rubbing soothing circles over your back and stomach to help relieve some of the pain for you. don't worry about clinging to her, don't worry about how long it takes you to fall asleep or even the possibility of bleeding onto her sheets. vi just wants to make you feel comfortable, she'll take care of everything later.

✧.* doesn't let you do a damn thing for yourself. she almost treats you as if you're made of glass. it's not that thinks you're helpless, vi knows damn well just how fierce and independent you are. but she also enjoys taking care of you and knowing she's making your life easier.

✧.* "i'm on my period, not helpless." you'd protest, crossing your arms over your chest with a light pout. vi would chuckle to herself, playfully pinching one of your cheeks. "i know, i know. but i just wanna do this for you, okay? let me take care of you."

mel;

✧.* mel probably knows your cycle by heart after a certain amount of time being with you. not in a creepy way, but she's just that connected and attuned to you.

✧.* she'll come to you a few days before she knows you're due for your period, concern evident in her tone. "are you starting to cramp at all, dear?" she'd ask, or something along the lines of, "i know you're due soon. no discomfort? any cravings? you can tell me these things, darling."

✧.* she has a constant stash of things and she knows your preferences when it comes to hygiene products, snacks, medicine, all of your favorite comforts. she truly knows you like the back of your hand.

✧.* she'll be taking off work for you as well, as much as you protest and assure her that you're okay. realistically, mel knows sure and well that you're okay. but she still wants that time to be with you and make sure that you're comfortable and you're in as little pain as possible. it's more for her own peace of mind.

✧.* her own are honestly pretty moderate, not too bad but not exactly pleasant either. though again, she's attuned to your own senses and knows exactly what you need.

✧.* mel will be basically attached to you by the hip. she doesn't let you out of her sight for a second out of pure worry for you and your well-being. seeing you nauseous, craving the most odd foods, doubled over in pain, it hurts your girlfriend to even think about. she knows she can't outright prevent all of that, but it'll ease her mind to be there by your side.

✧.* mel doesn't insist that you take it easy, she knows that life goes on despite everything. she doesn't want to hover over you too much, but again, she'll be by your side. helping you run errands, walking you to and from work, watching from the sidelines as you do those little things that make you happy. painting, reading, writing... any of it.

✧.* it's a well-known fact that she loves to spoil you, so if you mention wanting anything at all, she won't even go out and buy it for you. she'll take you to the store with her and tell you to just buy whatever you'd like. no limits.

✧.* "anything at all, beautiful. let me treat you." "but mel, this is-" she'd shush you lightly, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "too much? nonsense. i can handle it, you just tell me what you need. it pains me to see you so uncomfortable, regardless of how natural it is."

✧.* holding onto you so tightly, and you just know mel would give the best massages. literally anywhere that's sore, she'll massage for you with such love and care. her fingertips are a bit calloused and rough, but always so soft with you.

✧.* also runs you warm baths and even tosses in salts and flowers! they help her a lot when she's having period-related pains, so she hopes they'll have the same effect on you. she's happy to leave you to yourself, or sit near the edge of the tub and just talk to you. whatever would make you the most comfortable and happy.

sevika;

✧.* she's also got pretty mild periods, but she is very attuned to you and your senses. sevika can't exactly feel your pain and discomfort, though she knows how to ease it.

✧.* trust me when i say that she's got a good supply of things for you. all the sanitary products you could need, extra-strength pain medications, heated blankets, heat pads, snacks, the whole nine yards. uncomfortable and hurting? not on sevika's watch.

✧.* "just tell me what ya need, darlin'. you know i'll get it." she'd say, spooning you tightly while one hand rests over your lower stomach. you'd mumble light protests, but she wouldn't have it. "i know you're okay, babe. you tell me that enough. but i still wanna help, okay?"

✧.* so touchy and so clingy. sevika doesn't want to let go of you for a second, not if she can help it. whether that be holding you from behind while you move about the kitchen cooking, holding you close to her in bed, keeping an arm around your waist as you saunter around the lanes together, or brushing her lips against your forehead, she relishes that contact. especially when you're vulnerable like this.

✧.* she still has things to do. unfortunately, sevika's job isn't really one that she can take time off from, as much as she'd like to. but the second she gets off work, she's back home, by your side. your girlfriend is so loyal, so doting when it comes to you. a side of the usually gruff woman that's reserved exclusively for you.

✧.* she also won't hinder you from doing anything for yourself, the last thing she needs is for you to feel both excruciating pain and helplessness at the same time. however, sevika makes it clear that she's happy to take over whatever task you need if it gets to be too much.

✧.* you could be in the middle of a task when a cramp suddenly hits you, making you nearly fold in half and clutch at your stomach. "hey, what's wrong?" sevika would ask, cold metal against your shoulder. "cramps? come on, i'll take it from here. you go lay down."

✧.* do not worry about needing to ask for help with sevika. ever. she's more than happy to provide it for you, don't worry about asking for 'too much' or being 'too demanding.' you're her girlfriend, and you're on your period. there's no such thing as either of those with her.

✧.* "come on. you know whatever it is, i'll do it for you. so tell me," she'd pause, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow in that way she typically does, "what do you need, dove?"

✧.* also super attentive during sleep, would probably stay up just so that she can make sure you're okay and sleeping through the night. sevika is used to running on little to no sleep, thank her line of work. she'll try to keep it quiet, not let you know that she's observing, but she just worries. she wants to make sure you aren't suffering any bouts of insomnia. that, and seeing your peaceful expression during slumber is a plus.

caitlyn;

✧.* caitlyn gets it, she really does. one of piltover's strongest enforcers and officials, but struck down once a month by menstruation. something had to take her down a notch.

✧.* she knows exactly what'll help her, and she hopes it'll help you too. though she gives you options, since she knows you probably won't have all the same preferences as her when it comes to sanitary products, snacks, care, etc. cait will take her time so that she gets your routine down pat, before she eventually just has everything stocked in her home for when the time inevitably comes every month.

✧.* caitlyn is constantly checking in on you. she’ll ask you about every little thing, making sure that you’re not straining too hard, not in too much pain. you could be sitting on your bed, folding towels, and caitlyn would ask something like, “are you sure that’s not too much right now? if your back or stomach is hurting, i can take over.”

✧.* she’ll want to keep you at home with her on the days that are the hardest on you. the days where you’re groaning in pain, you can barely think straight from just how uncomfortable you are. when you’re an emotional mess from the mood swings and crying over a puppy you saw on the street. she wants to be there to comfort you and help you get back on your feet.

✧.* “shh… love, it’s fine. i know, that puppy was adorable.” you’d sniffle, looking up at her with pleading eyes. “can we get one, cait? please?” she’d chuckle quietly, letting out a heavy sigh. “maybe when i don’t have so much on my plate.”

✧.* she's on top of your every need. in pain? here's a bottle of painkillers. cravings? she's already got whatever you need. in the case that she doesn't, caitlyn is in the kitchen making something for you herself. she'll be damned if she lets her girlfriend go unsatisfied, especially on her period.

✧.* she'd be so doting especially when it comes to the pain, caitlyn wants to just hold you until all of the cramps are gone. realistically, she knows there's not much she can do besides offer a few over-the-counter methods. she's gonna have to wait until they run their course, but it doesn't make her want to cling to you any less. she wishes she could hold you and you'd feel the rest of the world melt away

✧.* "fuck, cait, it hurts," you'd whimper, clinging tight to the girl with your brows knitted together. she'd softly hush you, her one hand slipping under the fabric of your top to run soothing circles over your lower back. "i know, darling. i'm here, it'll be alright."

✧.* cait would run you warm baths as well, she's at your side the entire times. she'll throw in flower petals and salts, maybe even a bath bomb if it'll make you happy. not only will it help ease the pain, but making you feel cared for in this time is of the upmost importance to her. yes, you feel gross, but you don't have to! look at the nice bath she drew you! she'll even help wash you off if you need it, or she's happy to just stay by your side and talk to you as you soak.

maddie;

✧.* maddie's own are pretty moderate, but she has a cut-and-dry routine she's stuck to as a teenager. works like a charm every time her period rolls around, so she hopes those methods will work for you. though, if they don't, maddie will immediately stop and regroup.

✧.* maddie i don't think would be super in tune with everything.. i apologize. she'll connect the dots after she sees you hunched over in pain or with a bottle of painkillers in one hand and a tub of ice cream in the other, but she won't be able to pick up on it right away like some others might.

✧.* but that doesn't make her any less good at comforting you, let's make that abundantly clear. as soon as she catches onto what's happening, she's basically waiting on you hand and foot. maddie is devoted!

✧.* now of course, she's a junior officer. maddie can't be by your side as often as she'd like to, unfortunately. she likes her job, but sometimes she curses it for holding her back from her girlfriend in times of need.

✧.* so she second she's allowed off the job, she's swinging the door open with a bag full of snacks to make her presence known. "i'm home, darlin'! where are ya?" she'd announce, glancing around the empty space before her eyes land on you. "oh, there you are. here, i brought these back! sorry, i know i was gone for a while, but i'm here now, yeah?"

✧.* however, you'll have to ask for a lot of what you need. maddie knows that you're independent and capable of helping yourself, so she doesn't want to assume unless she knows for sure that you're incapable of it because of pain or discomfort. that's one of the things she doesn't really budge on. if you're able to voice what's bothering you, she'll be more than happy to be of help!

✧.* also really, really good at distracting you. she'll put on movies, plug in cassettes of your favorite albums, talk to you for hours on end about nothing and everything simultaneously. maddie figures that if she can take your mind off of it, that's better than just waiting out the discomfort.

✧.* she kinda sucks at cooking. sorry.. but! she'd still make sure any cravings of yours are filled. freezer is packed to the brim with ice cream, and she's got lots of sugary treats for you in her cupboards. i also would imagine she lives basically smack in the middle of piltover, next to a lot of vendors and convenience stores. so on the off-chance she doesn't have something you need, she's already on her way to grab it for you.

✧.* "i'll be right back, okay? just running around the corner. rest assured."

✧.* also so cuddly especially when it comes to being in bed with you. she's already clingy, but you might have to pry her off of you when you're on your period. she hopes you wouldn't want to, though, not when she's got her legs wrapped around your waist and her head nestled into the warmth of your neck.

#jinx x reader #vi x reader #mel medarda x reader #sevika x reader #caitlyn kiramman x reader #maddie nolen x reader #arcane x reader #arcane x you #reader insert #sapphic

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chdarling · 1 month ago

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As we’re getting closer to a truly awful day for America, I just wanted to check in on you. Things are bleak and about to get so so much worse, I want you to know I’m here and many others are here too when you’re ready

This is very kind of you, thank you. Honestly, I have not been doing great. Watching my neighbors elect a racist, fascist, Nazi-loving rapist triggered a pretty bad depressive episode on top of what was already the worst period of professional and creative burnout of my life, so….I’m struggling. Still trying to claw my way out of the dark. I’m deeply appreciative of the kindness of this community and am sorry that I haven’t (and probably won’t for a little longer) been able to engage the way I once did. I will again one day, and I am so thankful to know all you wonderful people online. <3

On a note that is completely unrelated to this gentle ask, I’ve been getting a ton of messages lately asking for a date when TLE3 is coming out and I don’t feel up to answering them (sorry) so I’m just going to tack this on here since I buried my last post on the subject under a mountain of despair reblogs: TLE3 is going to take a while.

I’m still planning to continue with my writing projects (be they TLE or other things), but right now I’m focusing on securing my own oxygen mask, etc. When I finished posting TLE2, I said that I would be taking a break and also that I would not be posting TLE3 until I had written all of it (like I had for TLE1). Even if I had been writing diligently every single day since I posted the last chapter, I still wouldn’t be done, so please understand that it’s going to take a while. It certainly will not be coming in the next 6 months, very possibly not in 2025. I know some people won’t be happy to hear that, but just a fun statistic: OOTP has 257,045 words and took three years to write/publish after GOF. TLE2 has (and this makes me cringe a little) 407,079 words and took roughly 3 years to write as an unpaid side hobby on top of full time work, education, etc. I don’t say this to toot my own horn (frankly, it just makes me desperately want to retroactively edit the crap out of TLE2 lol), but rather to reiterate that writing a book-length work takes a lot of time, energy, and love. I don’t want it to take 3 years (and I don’t think it will, TLE3 will be a more reasonable length), but it’s certainly not going to be finished in a few months. That would be insanity and I am not that talented lmao.

I do know that the requests for updates come from a place of love and enthusiasm and excitement and I really, truly appreciate that. I also appreciate all of the kind words of the asks I haven’t been answering. Please know that I’ve read them, I love you, and I will be back eventually. I just have to focus on my health right now, and unfortunately these days being online is pretty bad for that, so I'm going to try to be logged off for a while.

And finally, on another completely unrelated but perhaps mildly tangential note: if anyone has any books recommendations or resources on processing climate grief, I, uh, could use them. 🫠

#ch answers #tle3

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mads-hemmo · 1 month ago

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It’s Nice to Have a Friend - Jschlatt

Part 3

Reader has been lonely their whole life. They have never been in a relationship. They don’t understand why no one will love them but their best friend, Schlatt has always been in love with them.

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Schlatt lets you both in. “What are you doing here?” He asks Ted.

“I’ve been on a roadtrip with Tucker and I just dropped him off. I thought while I was in New York, I would come visit my buddy, Schlatt,” Ted says.

“Why didn’t you at least call first?” Schlatt asks.

“I wanted it to be a surprise. I just didn’t think you would be having company.” Ted turns to look at you.

“Oh I can go home, so you two can spend some time together,” you say. You are still wearing your backpack full of your sleepover necessities, so it would be easy to just leave.

“Nonsense. We can all hang out together. What did you crazy kids have planned anyways?”

Schlatt gives you a look like he wants to keep some things between you two. That thing being the coloring books in your backpack. “We were going to order some sushi. Not sure what else,” you tell Ted.

Ted nods. “That sounds great. I’m just excited to get to know Schlatt’s best friend.”

“Let’s go to the living room,” Schlatt says. The three of you take a seat on his couch while he orders the sushi on DoorDash.

“So (Y/N), what do you do for work?” Ted asks you.

“I’m a hairdresser.”

“Oh cool. Did you dye your own hair? I like the blue tips.”

“Oh yeah I did. Thank you. I have a pretty lenient schedule. Gives me more time to do my various hobbies.”

“What are your various hobbies then?” Ted asks, focusing on you.

“Oh god. I have so many. I crochet, I read, I play piano and I recently started coloring,” you tell him.

“Interesting. How do you have time to do all that?”

“I create my own schedule so I can work as many or as little hours as I choose. I’ve been at my shop for a while so they let me do what I want,” you tell Ted.

“That’s one thing I like about YouTube. I can pretty much work whenever I please.”

“Yeah it’s good for you since you barely upload,” Schlatt replies.

You let out a laugh. Ted looks between the two of you. “I upload. I just don’t want to spoil my viewers and make them get bored of the incredible content I make.”

“I must admit. As one of your viewers, it’s a little treat when you actually post,” you tell him.

He gives you a big smile. “Thank you. I’m glad to know I have such good looking viewers,” Ted winks at you.

Schlatt narrows his eyes at Ted as you blush a bit. “So Ted, how was your road trip?” Schlatt asks, getting the attention off of you.

“It was really fun. Tucker and I just drove around the US, exploring random places. Have you ever taken a road trip?” Ted asks you.

“Unless you count me helping Schlatt move back to New York. Not really. I’ve never really had the time or the money to do so,” you admit. Schlatt had promised you a trip to Japan at some point. However, you told him you wanted to raise the money yourself. You knew Schlatt would pay for everything, but you didn’t want to use him.

“You should go on one! They are a lot of fun! You could join me on my next one. I’ll even let Schlatt come along,”

“They don’t want to ride in your old truck. They might fall through the hole in the passage seat,” Schlatt chimes in.

“I’m not that tiny,” you pout.

“And I’m not huge, Toots,” Schlatt says. You flip him off.

The doorbell rings, alerting you all that the sushi had finally arrived. Schlatt gets up to answer the door. Ted turns to face you. “My truck does not have a huge hole and you’re welcome to ride in it any time,” he tells you, loud enough for Schlatt to still hear him.

Schlatt returns and places the sushi on the coffee table. “I got a lot of different rolls so we can all just share. That’s usually what (Y/N) and I do anyways,” he says.

“Awesome. Thanks Schlatt,” Ted says. “What was Schlatt like as a kid?”

“Not much different than he is now. He has always been quiet, but also Incredibly funny. He also was just as loyal and dependable as he is now. I have always been proud to call him my best friend,” you admit. Even though it may be sappy, you never pass up the opportunity to brag on your best friend. You had said similar things to Paige at work. You hated being single some days, but you hated Schlatt being single even more. He’s such a great guy who deserves to be loved by someone.

“Wow, don't get all soft, Toots. Don’t let them lie to you, I’ve always been an asshole. They’re the one who’s all those things and so much more,” Schlatt says, making your heart skip a beat. When he says things like this, it makes you jealous of his future partner. You know he’s going to be such a great husband to his spouse.

“You do seem really great (Y/N). I’m glad I got to meet you tonight,” Ted tells you. You feel your cheeks getting redder. Ted is obviously flirting with you right? You weren’t the best at judging if people were flirting, but you felt like he was. Ted is a very good looking guy and one of Schlatt’s friends so maybe you should flirt back.

“You seem really great yourself, Ted. Glad that you interrupted our hangout,” you tell him.

“Ted, were you planning on staying the night?” Schlatt asks.

“I was hoping I could. I have my bags in the car,” Ted says.

“That’s fine. It’s just (Y/N) was going to spend the night and they usually sleep in the guest bed.”

“I can sleep on the couch. I am tiny after all,” you say. Schlatt’s couch is comfortable and you don’t mind.

“You’re not sleeping on the couch. Ted can sleep on the couch.”

“How about Ted takes the guest room and we can share your bed? We used to do it all the time when we were kids. I always stay on my side of the bed so it won't be an issue,” you offer.

Schlatt doesn’t look convinced. “Or we can share the guest bed,” Ted says to you.

“(Y/N), that’s a great idea. We did it all the time as kids. Why not as adults? What’s the worst that could happen?” Schlatt says.

The three of you decide to watch a movie. Schlatt lets you choose and Ted agrees. That is how you end up watching Tangled. Even though you don’t know Ted very well, you don’t let that stop you from singing along. You smile to yourself when you hear Schlatt humming to himself. The singing keeps you awake. A few times during the movie, your hand accidentally touches Ted’s as you both grab for some sushi. He lets you have it every time.

After the movie, you all get ready for bed. “Night Schlatt, Night (Y/N), sleep tight,” Ted says, before going to the guest room.

“Good night, Ted. It was nice meeting you,” you tell him, going to Schlatt’s room.

“Ted’s single right?” You ask Schlatt, while washing your face in his on suite bathroom.

“Yeah, why?” He asks.

“Just wondering. Did you see how he was flirting with me tonight? Maybe he was just being nice, but it really seemed like he was flirting with me.”

“I think he was just being nice, Bub. He has a flirty personality.”

You sigh. “You’re probably right. I just thought maybe. He’s your friend, so he’s obviously a good guy. He’s also pretty attractive.”

Schlatt just looks at you. “He lives way too far away. You don’t want your first boyfriend living across the country. You need someone who you can go on dates with and that will spoil you here.”

You just nod. “You’re right. I was just being optimistic. Thank you for always looking out for me.” You kiss him on the cheek as you walk back into his room. You miss the way his entire face turns red and the way he stays paralyzed for a second.

He takes a deep breath and walks into the room. You have already tucked yourself in. You have unintentionally put yourself on the opposite side that Schlatt usually sleeps. He makes his way into the bed and lays beside you.

“You know you can take your shirt off. It’s not like it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” you tell him. He nods, before pulling his shirt off. “Comfy?”

“Yeah,” he lets out.

“Awesome. I sleep like a rock, so don’t worry about me cuddling you in the middle of the night. Also sorry if I snore,” you tell him.

He laughs slightly. “It’s okay. I’m sure I snore as well.”

“Night Jay.”

“Night Toots,” he says. After a little while when he thinks you are asleep, he mutters softly, “I love you.” Before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

You lay still, pretending to be asleep. Surely he means it in a friendly way, right? You choose to ignore it and drift off to sleep.

A/N: ahhh I love writing this story!! Parts might start being not as frequent as I have to go back to work next week. Boo!! Anyways thank you so much for enjoying this! Let me know what you think!

#chuckle sandwich #jschlatt #jschlatt fanfic #jschlatt x reader #youtube #grumpy sunshine #lunch club #ted nivison #it’s nice to have a friend #unrequited love #friends to lovers

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junabuggy · 1 year ago

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hello!! i saw you wanted requests and I was wondering if you would be willing to write some platonic headcanons for the Hazbin Hotel crew with a reader who has chronic pain. (i totally get if you don't want to) thank you so much and I'm excited to see what you write in the future 😺

Hazbin Hotel Crew x Chronic pain having! GN! Reader

A/n: tysm for the request !! This is my first time writing something like this so I hope it’s okay :3 (if there’s anything I got wrong, please correct me)

Warnings: Mentions of chronic pain and disability (but like.. that’s pretty obvious lol)

Fluff✔️ Comfort✔️ Angst❌ Smut❌

‧₊˚✧ Alastor ✧˚₊‧

📻𖤐 After a while of Alastor observing you, as he does with most, he’d notice your body language and think the way you acted was a bit odd…

📻𖤐 Not in a bad way, he just didn’t understand at first why you sometimes visibly look like you were in pain or even just hobbling around to get somewhere

📻𖤐 it definitely raised his brow…

📻𖤐 Before actually approaching you and asking you about it, I’d like to think he made one of the egg boiz spy on you like he did in that one episode 😭😭

📻𖤐 I don’t know what he was expecting though. The only somewhat valuable piece of information he gathered from what the little talking egg had told him was that it saw you taking pain medication. Which did not narrow it down at all and not much of his curiosity had been quenched quite yet..

📻𖤐 So, one peaceful and early morning in the hotel, he decided it’d be best to just ask you about it.

📻𖤐 “My dear, are you feeling alright? You look to be quite discomforted…?” He’d ask casually as he took a sip from his coffee mug, one brow raised and his eyes fixed on yours, pretending like he hadn’t noticed this before today.

📻𖤐 After a chat, he was informed you had something called “chronic pain”. He asked a few questions, nodding when he got the answers and once he was satisfied, he walked off back to his quarters in the hotel.

📻𖤐 After all, he had so much research to do.

📻𖤐 Adding onto that last once I do feel as though Alastor would do more research on it when you decided to tell him about your condition.

📻𖤐 Mostly for his own benefit of learning something new since he hadn’t heard of this before… but it came in handy if you ever needed a bit of a helping hand.

📻𖤐 Like, if you happened to have a flare up or just a particularly bad day he’d sit with you and made sure you rested up.

📻𖤐 He wouldn’t verbally express it but he did take pity on you. How unfortunate you were in constant agony.

📻𖤐 He is a sadistic little fuck though so he’d probably find it mildly entertaining or at the very least fascinating to see what’d make you tick or was a challenge for you

📻𖤐 Although he’d try to be careful not to push you too much.

‧₊˚✧ Angel Dust ✧˚₊‧

��️ᥫ᭡ We all know Angel Dust doesn’t have much of a filter so it wouldn’t take him long to ask you why you could barely stand upright for too long or look like you’re genuinely struggling all the time.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ In fact, he’s more perceptive than people would like to think he is. He noticed it shortly after you two had met.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ He’d probably come off a bit strong, saying something along the lines of “toots? Ya alright over there? Ya don’t look so uhhh.. you don’t look too hot.” As he gave you a one over.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ You could tell he wasn’t trying to be insulting to you though, he was just concerned and wanted to know what was troubling you. It showed ever so slightly on the spiders face.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Once you explained to Angel your condition he felt bad. Like, huh? Whatdoya mean you sometimes have trouble even getting outta bed in the morning because of how much pain you’re in?? Sometimes you neglect your own basic needs because you’re in constant pain?

🕸️ᥫ᭡ As he tired to wrap his head around the thought, he’d ask if there’s anything he could do to help. Of course though, there wasn’t much he could do.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ From that day on, Angel would try to make things at least a little easier for you. You had earned the title of his friend, after all. Why would he let his friend suffer alone?

🕸️ᥫ᭡ He loves to cook and is pretty good at it so expect a few homemade meals on him at least a few times <3

🕸️ᥫ᭡ If you ever had a flare up you better fucking believe he’d sit there with you and just talk. He rambles like an old man lol

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Also 100% has movie nights with you with both of you guys’ favourite snacks.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Oh and of course his pig Fat Nuggets would be joining you two

🕸️ᥫ᭡ And thankfully the little guy adores you. Which gains some points with Angel

🕸️ᥫ᭡ The piggy would crawl into your lap if you were up for it. He’s pretty light and his oinks and squeals are bound to make you crack a smile

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Angel is no stranger to feeling pain, so he knows how much it sucks.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ That’s why I believe he’d be one of the best people to tell. You’re his friend and wants to make sure you’re okay as possible.

‧₊˚✧ Husker ✧˚₊‧

🍺🃁 Husker, much like Angel, would notice almost immediately that something was up with you…

🍺🃁 At first Husk couldn’t place it. He just knew that he didn’t often see you standing up straight for long periods of time and that you looked like you were constantly unwell.

🍺🃁 Was it just bad migraines? He’s never really seen you drunk before so it’s not like it could be really bad hangovers.

🍺🃁 Plus, this has been going on since you arrived here so that seemed highly unlikely.

🍺🃁 Husk was the type of guy to keep it to himself though. If it didn’t concern him, why bother saying anything about it?

🍺🃁 One day though, you sat yourself down at the bar and asked for some water. This time however, you looked worse than usual, practically doubled over as you stared down at the bar.

🍺🃁 Even though Husk usually kept his mouth shut.. he couldn’t help but ask if you had a headache or something and if you needed some migraine medication.

🍺🃁 He wasn’t heartless.

🍺🃁 When you shook your head no slowly and told him you were just having a “flare up” he asked what you meant to which you gave a brief explanation of the condition you have.

🍺🃁 Suddenly, it all made sense. That’s why you looked like you were constantly in pain. It’s because you were.

🍺🃁 He slid you the ice cold water gently and observed you for a few moments before going back to wiping the glasses as he spoke to you.

🍺🃁 “If you need something don’t be afraid to ask for it.” He’d say, his deep voice trying to be as comforting as it can while also maintaining somewhat of a nonchalant tone.

🍺🃁 Then, after that, it became routine for you to sit at the bar with him.

🍺🃁 He definitely wasn’t complaining. It was nice getting to know you and since you had a place to just sit and rest, he got to see you more often.

🍺🃁 you swiftly became good friends with him and he was pretty helpful when it came to your condition.

🍺🃁 he’d do his best to check up on you often :)

‧₊˚✧ Vaggie ✧˚₊‧

🗡️☪︎ Vaggie heard about your chronic pain from Charlie so there wouldn’t be a need to tell her about it lol

🗡️☪︎ I have a feeling she’d be a little awkward with attempting to help you out…

🗡️☪︎ Like it’s not like she can really make you feel better so it’s a bit of a struggle for her..

🗡️☪︎ But she does try her best though because she cares about you. You’re her friend.

🗡️☪︎ After a few motivational words from Charlie she’s good to go, attempting to comfort you.

🗡️☪︎ I have a feeling she’d try to help by grabbing you stuff you wanted or needed and chatting with you.

🗡️☪︎ She’s actually quite fun to converse with, she’s pretty sweet when she wants to be and can hold good conversations :))

🗡️☪︎ She’s a good listener so if you wanted to vent or just had something on your mind, she’d listen.

🗡️☪︎ During flareups, Vaggie would just stay by your side and wait it out with you, if you needed anything, she’d be on it and would be back pretty fucking quickly too 💀

🗡️☪︎ Would put a random show on if you wanted a distraction and might let you rest your head on her shoulder if you so desired

🗡️☪︎ I can’t think of much else for her other than the fact she’d try her best. Maybe mess up a few times but ultimately she means well and tries to be as understanding as she possibly can be <33

‧₊˚✧ Charlie ✧˚₊‧

⭐️☀︎ The first thing you did when you arrived at the hotel was inform the very excited daughter of Lucifer that you had chronic pains so you might have to take it a bit slow when showing you around the Hazbin Hotel..

⭐️☀︎ And of course, Charlie being who she was, was very understanding and accepting of that fact.

⭐️☀︎ She’d heard about your condition before so making accommodations for you wouldn’t be an issue

⭐️☀︎ She’s a sweetheart so quite literally your biggest supporter

⭐️☀︎ Like, oh? You need something??Ohmygodwhydidntyoutellmesoonerhereitis :33

⭐️☀︎ Much like Vaggie, she’d sit and talk with you during your flareups

⭐️☀︎ Maybe make you a tea and discuss future plans and such for the hotel to get your mind off of things. Works sometimes surprisingly enough.

⭐️☀︎ She’s nice to talk to, very comforting vibes

⭐️☀︎ But it may get a bit annoying how many times she asks if you’re sure there’s nothing she can do to make your pain go away somehow lol

⭐️☀︎ Or even just how many times she asks if you need something. “Do you need anything? No? Are you sure? Okay…. But are you really sure?”

⭐️☀︎ Might stress herself out on occasion over it tbh😭🙏

⭐️☀︎ But she only means well, you know that.

⭐️☀︎ Her cat Keekee I’m sure would love to cuddle, the cute cyclopean kitty pushing its forehead against your hand for pets (only if you’re up to it, of course.)

⭐️☀︎ Asides from Angel, Charlie would definitely be the best person to tell in the hotel because like… genuinely she just wants to help In any way she can lol

‧₊˚✧ Niffty ✧˚₊‧

🧼𐙚 Niffty is quite blunt as well, very out there and doesn’t really think before she speaks half of the time it just kinda comes out 😭

🧼𐙚 So.. she’d probably take one look at you, and ask why you’re in pain.

🧼𐙚 To which you’d explain to the little one eyed maid your condition, she’d think about it for a moment before asking a shitload of questions about it to which you answer :))

🧼𐙚 Other than that I don’t think Niffty would like… really do much?

🧼𐙚 Maybe clean for you

🧼𐙚 But there’s not much else she would do, realistically, she might forget about it and then ask again. Once you remind her she remembers tho lol

🧼𐙚 During your flareups I do believe like the others she’d sit with you for a while…

🧼𐙚 Before spotting a roach and scurrying off to go take care of the pest. Once done, she’d come back and the cycle repeats.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲

#husk x reader #alastor x reader #angel dust x reader #vaggie x reader #charlie morningstar #charlie morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel comfort

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littleskeletonprincessss · 7 months ago

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What would happen if Schlatt discovered that the reader was a single mother, but that only attracted him more and he thought that it made you even hotter because he started seeing you as a MILF?

Schlatt x Single Mom! Reader

Tagging as smut, but there's not really any, just a little spice at the very end. <3

You'd cancelled a date and said you couldn't make it because you hadn't been able to find anyone to watch your kitten.

Schlatt thought it was weird that a kitten couldn't be left alone for an hour or two - or three, it wasn't rare that your dates, albeit your relationship being relatively new, would often shift to a more passionate nature.

But Schlatt was serious about you and you didn't need to go out to have a nice time together, so he grabbed a pizza and headed to your apartment.

"Hey, Sunshine" Schlatt smiled as you opened your door.

"Schlatt?" you asked, confused. You shifted in the doorway to shut the limit the amount he could see past you.

"I know we couldn't go out but I still wanted to see you. I brought cheese pizza from Noyz." he raises a steaming box, a bag with salad and utensils dangling from his fingers.

"Schlatt, thank you but I-"

"Mama!" a voice whines from inside. Your eyes shut in defeat and your head hangs.

"What was that?" Schlatt asked.

"Might as well come in." You sway, opening the door and letting him pass.

"Toots, what's going on? What-" Schlatt's words catch in his throat when he turns and sees a little boy sitting at your table in a booster seat, chubby cheeks covered in the half eaten spaghetti o's in front of him, the bib hanging around his neck doing little to keep him clean.

"Schlatt, this is my son, Matthew." you admit, wiping the boys face with a napkin and lifting him out of his seat.

"Your son."

"Let me explain-" you say, setting the toddler on the couch, turning the TV to cartoons to distract him before walking to your bedroom.

"Hon, what's going on?" Schlatt asks again, shutting the door behind him and joining you on the bed.

"You already know you're not the first relationship I've had, or the first person I've slept with. A few years ago I got pregnant with my boyfriend at the time. He left Matthew and I once I told him and it's just been me and him since."

"I don't understand, why didn't you tell me?" Schlatt wasn't mad, he just needed to wrap his head around the situation.

"It's hard, dating as a single mom. There's a reason I haven't dated in a while, people find out you have a kid and freak. That's not to say you would, and I really am sorry I kept him from you. I was going to tell you at some point, it's just- when's the right time to say 'Oh by the way I have a three year old?'"

"That makes sense."

"Are you mad?"

"Awe, doll. No of course not. Just a lot to take in. But I promise I'm not. Besides- now that I think about it, it's kinda hot, the whole MILF thing." He laughs, making you giggle. "Just thinking about how good those tits look when they're nice and full- and already know you're fertile, you know, just puts idea's in my head."

"Schlatt!"

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 7 months ago

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Nark with a Fish | Poseiden

Yandere Pantheon College AU (3/7) | Master List

You were among the few teachers who willingly and avidly taught the average students who attended Pantheon College. Enriching your students with an advanced understanding of the topics at hand while also giving life lessons. If you could toot your own horn, your students loved you taking the initiative to understand what you were teaching and even staying longer if it meant grasping the material better.

It was every passionate professor’s dream, in your opinion.

This is why you didn’t hide your pride when in the lounge everyone would fuss over their classes’ exam scores in comparison to yours. An average of excelling above the passing grade was a remarkable feat; remarkable enough that it got the attention of everyone on staff. Especially the professor next door.

Knock Knock

“Oh! Principal Zeus, what a surprise! What can I do for you?”

“Ah nothing much, nothing much, do you still have some of those moon pies of yours?”

“I do! Here you are, so why are you actually here?”

“Mmm well a certain someone across the way noticed your students leaving intermittently…care to explain?”

“Oh I let my students go to the bathroom at their discretion, they are adults after all.”

“I see. I see. Well for protocol's sake, let’s have them carry a bathroom pass from now on okay?”

“Ah okay…”

“Thanks for the moon pies!”

It would be this same interaction at least twice a month always routinely in the second and fourth week. By now it was obvious that it was on purpose but whoever was tattle-telling couldn’t exactly be told no.

Knock Knock

“Zeus.”

“(Y/n).”

“Here’s the moon pies. We left a seat open for you.”

“Oooh goodie!”

“Alright class let’s keep up our momentum!”

“Right!”

There were guesses, your students always being the ones to avidly gossip. Maybe it was the Superintendent Odin or the P.E. instructor Shiva. The amount of elite instructors was endless so it wasn’t something you concerned yourself with. After all, it would do no good to antagonize the teachers you had to spend your off time planning lessons with.

Even if they were a group of weirdos.

“Oh~He was looking at me with such passion I almost didn’t mind that he was an average cretin!”

“Aphrodite! So scandalous!”

Sighing to yourself, you tried to drown out the obsessively loud laughing and chatter as you sipped from your morning mug. Your only comfort was your fellow friendly teacher of the so-called ‘average’ students–Shaka Buddha.

“Did you ever find out who the snitch was?”

He was munching on a lollipop nonchalantly leaning on the wall beside you. Shrugging you chuckled to yourself as you subtly scanned the room as if you’d find them now.

“Nope but would it really matter? I’m not in much of a position to do anything.”

“True. But hey at least we’re doing our part! Anything for the kids right?”

You turned to smile at the professor, returning the fist bump he was offering.

“Right!”

For the smallest second you glanced to the opposite side of the room where the elite and arguably most educated professor sat, glaring. You didn’t let your gaze linger letting your drink become the most interesting thing at this exact moment.

“You’d think for his reputation he’d be a stickler for etiquette.”

“You’d think right…”

The two of you walked away letting the man with his cerulean gaze follow longingly with aggravation.

How dare you.

How dare you?

How dare you?!

To exist so casually within his line of sight disobeying the life he has offered to you. It infuriated Poseiden to no end. Week after week, day after day he watched your talent and perfection be squandered on those less than.

He was outside the office door when you turned down the promotion from an average professor. He stood in disbelief as you turned down Zeus’ encouragement for better books, better materials, and better pay all for those worthless average students. Neglecting the elite student body that desperately needed you. Refusing to share your energy and time with the elite teachers like him, it should be a crime to live as selfishly as you do.

He was getting so tired of watching you through the blue filter his tank provided. Tastefully Poseiden had his miniature tank on the left side of his classroom, covering all the windows and touching the top of the ceiling.

It was well placed so that when Poseiden decided to gaze through those windows no one could accuse him of watching the average professor across the way. Smiling and gesturing widely enough he could see you flicker in his peripheral.

Such an impudent distraction it is. To watch those worthless nuisance students come up to you and disobey every form of personal space that he deemed right. It was only right he’d let his brother and employer know all about your infractions.

Perhaps if you’d do the right thing and take his inviting gaze as a chance to ask for his guidance he’d gladly give it. You are worth so much more but until you realize this, it’s best Poseidon intervene.

Maybe minor infractions just weren’t enough.

Maybe you’d only accept your destiny if something major were to happen.

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dearestdolly444 · 7 months ago

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Can tadc have victorian goth witch ? Her favourite film probably would be Love Witch...

Her dress and her witch hat has spider and siper webs accessory..

And calls them all with a "darling" nickname in a platonic way and kinda she is like a rich aunt to them and she is a good listener and has dark humor too

İ loved your blog btw

⛧°。⋆TADC x witchy!reader⋆。°��

Giggles this is my first anon request

As a witch, this made me so happy to get! I love that movie so much omg. And thank you cutie💕

If you’d like a part two let me know<3

Warnings: implied platonic, but could be seen as romantic

Characters: Caine, Gangle, Kinger

now playing…

Caine

- Lets be honest, he’s not going to approve of your choice in movies. The Love Witch isn’t exactly PG… but he’ll let you watch Sabrina The Teenage Witch! That’s close enough, right—?

- He might let you tone down the colours of your bedroom, but doesn’t let you change it to dark colours like black, sadly. Still have to keep the circus theme!

- Caine likes your style but would try to coax you to wear something more colourful. Maybe try a bright yellow! Or a neon pink! No? Oh well, maybe next time (it won’t work next time either).

- Calls you nicknames right back! A shortened version of your name, “dear,” or maybe “toots.” Gets a bit more peppy-in-his-steppy when you call him something when he’s not expecting it.

- Appreciates when you listen to the other circus members issues. It means less abstractions, which means less work for him… but really, he does find it quite helpful and sweet!

- Does not, however, appreciate your sense of humour. Will probably slap a censor on you when he thinks you’re being ”inappropriate” so you’ll have to tone it down, at least around him.

Gangle

- She’s attached to you, honestly. She just gets so happy and giddy when you call her “darling.” Depending on her mask, she might even give you a small nickname back. She’s be very shy about it, though…

- Adores your style even though she wouldn’t personally wear it. It just looks so good on you, probably not on her, though. She’s feel very flattered if you offered to dress her up, or even in the real world AU do her makeup. She’d probably let you but don’t go to heavy on everything. And it’s not staying on for a long time. She doesn’t like to feel very confined.

- Gangle will vent to you if you let her. If she’s feeling sad, she’ll seek you out to help her. She’ll either want comfort or light advice, so ask her beforehand.

- She finds 1/2 your humour hilarious and the other 1/2 kind of spooky… it really depends on her mask that day. She might make jokes with you or she might just give you a “😨” kind of look, LMAO😭

- Might watch movies with you, but she’ll cling to your arm when scary parts pop up. It’s not that she doesn’t like the movies or shows, it just creeps her out a little.

Kinger

- He’s a little afraid of you at first. He thinks you’ll curse him or something. He gets used to you, but sometimes he’ll scream and run away when you just appear there (He didn’t see you walk in).

- Once you’re there for a couple digital months he gets much more comfortable and even invites you in his pillow fort! Please say yes, it’ll make him so happy. Speaking of activities, he would also ask to find insects with you, seeing how you seem to like spiders. He probably thought you had real spiders on your clothes before he realized they were just decoration.

- Bless his soul, he doesn’t understand your humour. He asks about your jokes every time, and at this point you just pat him on the head and tell him not to worry about it.

- He likes to rant to you about anything. Sometimes it doesn’t even make sense, but you still listen. It makes him really excited to talk about how he once saw a game show that starred dogs in his dreams. And he also likes to vent, but it ends up in him talking about his next grand pillow fort..

- He giggles slightly when you call him petnames. If he had feet, they would be kicking. He probably doesn’t call you anything back, but he appreciates it! If he does call you something, it’s “dear.”

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chronicbeans · 1 year ago

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Let's Make a Deal! (Yandere Queerplatonic Alastor x Fallen Angel Reader)

Part 2: Let's Talk

Part 1, Part 3

Tag list: @repostingmyfavs

TW: Dirty Jokes, Cannibalism, Implied Stalking

You've lived in the Hazbin Hotel long enough to meet most everyone, now... meaning, two days. Everybody is so eccentric, that it's hard not to meet them, even when they barely leave their rooms. However, you have been noticing Alastor following you around, often... Eyeing you, as if trying to size you up.

You have been having a hard time adjusting due to his stares. Everybody seems relatively safe to be around, except for the deer man. So, you plan to confront him. By confronting, you mean just talking normally. Maybe he's just curious? He certainly seems like a man who doesn't understand social cues, so perhaps he doesn't realize how much he's unnerving you? You shouldn't judge him so quickly...

You begin searching around the Hazbin Hotel for Alastor. It proves difficult, since you still don't know your way around the building very well. That, and whenever you want to find Alastor, it's as if he hides from you. As you make your way down one of the various halls, you notice Angel Dust talking to Cherri Bomb. He looks over to you, waving. "Hey, toots! You looking for someone?"

You pause, before walking over to him. "Yeah. Have you seen Alastor?" Angel raises an eyebrow, before shrugging. "Nope. Have you looked in his radio tower?" "I don't know where his room is, Angel." Angel then pauses, before laughing "Oh! With how much he watches you, I would've expected him to invite you to visit his office, if you catch my drift?"

You feel your face flush, only for you to shake your head. "No! He doesn't talk to me, often. That's why I want to talk to him. He keeps watching me, but doesn't talk to me..." Cherri grins, nodding. "Yeah. Creepy fuck is like that. If you want to check his broadcasting station, it's near his room. You'll notice it. It's hard to miss it." "Thank you."

You quickly head up to the top floor. The halls of the hotel feel eerily empty. There's still not that many guests, so most of the floors are empty. Once you find an elevator, you hop inside, taking it all the way up... then, once the doors open, you see Alastor as you step out. You let out a squeak of shock as you see him, causing him to laugh.

"Oh, dear! I know I'm scary, but I never knew my mere presence was a fright!" He looks down at you, smiling. "Do you need anything?" You take a deep breath, looking up at him. His eyes seem to follow your every movement, like always. "Yes. I do. Can we talk? I've gotten to know everyone here, but not you."

His ears twitch a bit, his lips pulling back a little as his grin becomes strained. "What, dear? A simple conversation was so pertinent that you needed to come looking for me?" You instantly point to him upon hearing those words. Your wings flutter as you realize you caught him so easily. "That! That's why! How'd you know I was looking for you?!" You then tense, hearing an odd noise being emitted from him... Kinda like an elk or something.

Alastor leans forward towards you, his brows furrowed in anger, despite his grin being wider than ever. "Clever bird... Fine. You'll get your conversation." He then stands up tall, grabbing his microphone as he acts calm. "Follow me. We'll talk in your room. It's a calming atmosphere, especially with the changes you've made to it." He then begins walking to your room before you can even answer. Unwilling to fight him about it, you just follow along.

You enter your room. As Alastor walks by the fireplace, the wood inside bursts into flames, that red and pink hue returning. Then, he turns on the heel of his foot, sitting on one of the two plush armchairs in front of it. "Come now. You wanted to talk, so that's what we're going to do." He then gestures to the chair across from him, implying you should sit there.

Taking a deep breath, you walk over to him, stretching your wings out for a second, before sitting down. Unfortunately, you are stuck with your wings constantly present, a bit like Husk. You can't summon and hide them, like Lucifer or Vaggie... so, sitting down in chairs that have backs to them, like these plush chairs, tend to make your wings sore after a while. You look over to him as you sit down, nodding. "Yes... Let's talk."

Alastor leans back in his seat, folding his hands together on his lap as he crosses his legs, sitting politely. "So, my dear, what is it that you wish to speak about?" "Whatever you want to." "... What?" You sigh, leaning forward in your seat. "What do you wish to know about me? I've seen you watching me, so I assume you are interested in something about me? What is it?"

He grows silent, before leaning forward. "You are an angel, yes? A fallen one. How did you fall, dear?" Of course it was that question, first. You cross your arms, sighing. "That's quite a personal question... fine, though. Somebody lied, and was able to convince the court to cast me out of Heaven." You watch Alastor's eyes seem to glow with excitement. His leg bounces a bit as he responds. "A complete lie? Well, that's intriguing... it seems like Heaven works on a faulty system... How about a lighter topic, now? What do you like to eat?"

You nod, smiling. "(Fav. Food). I think it's tasty. And you?" Alastor chuckles softly. Then, he places his hand under his chin, tapping his cheek in thought. "I'd say... Jambalaya, since it reminds me of my mother. Otherwise, I love raw meat." You tense up, your wings flinching a bit. "Raw meat...?" He then cackles, looking at you with dark eyes. "You'd be surprised! As long as the meat is fresh, properly sourced and prepared, it's safe to eat raw... Of course, it's good to avoid raw chicken and fowl. But beef, venison, pork...? They're delicious raw. I also like a little nibble of humans and demons, from time to time..."

You tense even more. You are now wondering if he has a taste for angels... he probably does. "I see... um..." "Yes, dear. I'd eat an angel. You're not on the menu, though." "Okay." You look around awkwardly, before he asks another question. "Are you afraid of me?" "Yes. I am."

He chuckles, again, nodding. "Understandable, dear. Though, you shouldn't be. I'm here to help protect those in the hotel. You're a guest. So, I am here to protect you." He then stands up, taking a few steps over to the door. He pauses once he walks by you, grinning a sharp toothed grin. He looks like a a Cheshire cat, as he looks down to you. "Plus, you may be useful for something. However, that is a story for another day. For now, just relax." "How am I supposed to relax when I'm living in the same hotel as a cannibal?" "Cannibals have hearts, too, you know! More than most, since you are what you eat!"

He then cackles, again, walking out of the room. You can swear that his radio filter plays some audience laughter, too. He must think that joke is hilarious. What does he mean by "you may be useful"? Your mind is swirling with questions... For now, though, you just hope he'll stop watching you...

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #queerplatonic #yandere hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel yandere #x reader

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creampuffqueen · 2 days ago

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Hey I just finished Legacy of Yangchen and am going crazy over it (lol) -- any fic recs for someone new to the Yangchen novels fandom?

hi!!! welcome! we're very glad to have you here; the novels are so so so good and it always makes me so happy to see more people reading them!!

as for fic recs, honestly the tags on ao3 are very small, so pretty easy to search through. but i do have a few suggestions as well :)

first off, have to toot my horn for just a second as i have... quite a few fics written 😅 all of them are linked on my fic masterpost, but to save you some time, i'll give you the ao3 link to all of them - they all take place post-canon, and i sorted them into a series so they can be read in chronological order, called The Next Steps! there's a bit of everything; fluff, smut, angst, etc. feel free to jump around as well, none of my fics actually require any other fics to understand them.

next, of course, i have to hype up my lovely mutual @katkastrofa <3 every one of her pieces is so utterly amazing i truly can't choose a favorite!! we're always talking yangchen, and all our combined inspiration has resulted in so many lovely fics. definitely check out her profile!!

another mutual of mine @junipernight also writes some absolutely amazing things; fun and fluffy in the best way possible!

and then here's just some more links to other works i love (honestly i love every work in the tag but if i had to pick a few):

Warmth by katnissisbrown

Small ripples in the surface by Faa

with you all night by poetroe

Go on and pull me under with you by yellow_salt

layers of clouds by starbitz

the world falls away, and it's only us by xAlthaia

Sunset by Strawberry_Yumi

there are also some really amazing artists in this fandom! @thyinum, @ghxxuls and @marigoliad just to name a few (goliad is who drew my profile pic :3)

finally, for a whole collection of yangchen novels/yangvik content, check out @yangvikweek2024! i hosted the event back in july, and the turnout was truly amazing!!

thank you so much for the ask! happy reading, and my inbox is always open for Yangchen Thoughts if you ever need a place to send them!

#ask box #aureshadow #yangvik #yangchen x kavik #yangchen novels #chronicles of the avatar #the dawn of yangchen #the legacy of yangchen #yangchen #avatar yangchen #yangchen fandom come gather we got another one <3

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prettyboypistol · 21 days ago

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Turbo-Tastic! || King Candy/Turbo x Reader PART 8 18+ MDNI

King Candy x Reader (Part 1)

King Candy x Reader (Part 2)

King Candy x Reader (Part 3) Spicy, not r-18

King Candy x Reader (Part 4) nsfw

King Candy x Reader (Part 5)

King Candy x Reader (Part 6) nsfw

King Candy x Reader (Part 7) pg-13

King Candy x Reader (Part 9)

The more you heard about Turbo, the more you kinda got a thing for him. Of course, you kept these feelings to yourself- albeit with more questions about Turbo to King Candy. After all, he was more in-tune with the lore. Yes, Sugar Rush was plugged in long after Turbo was a menace, but King Candy seemed well-versed in his knowledge about the rogue.

King Candy, of course, loved to tell you all about the more intricate sides of Turbo- how he was the best racer in the arcade, how he was the most popular game until RoadBlasters came along, etcetera.

“Y’know,” You started off as you sat beside King Candy’s throne. “Not to condone what he did, but I get it.” You didn’t have to elaborate on who- as you had been talking nonstop about Turbo for about a week now.

“Well, I’m sure he’d be glad to hear that someone understands what he did.” King Candy hummed nonchalantly as his ego boosted higher than the ceiling. He loved how you seemed to be sympathetic to Turbo’s plight. It was far more thrilling to see you go out and seek information about his past life- the “hear me out” comment a while back still was a peak thought in his head.

“Is it weird?” You asked out of nowhere.

“Hm?” King Candy responded as he shook his head back to reality.

“That I’d let him…” You trailed off. “Ontheroofofhiscar- aaaa that was so stupid!” You gushed, waving your hands and smiling like an idiot.

Oh that was a fucking sexy thought. Turbo in his own skin again, bending you over the top of his car and going to town on you. Hearing you moan out his real name as he zipped down his track suit and seeing his old racer again- fuck, he really shouldn’t be fantasizing about this at his throne! King Candy thanked his lucky stars that he was sat down in the Royal Racer.

“I don’t think it’s that odd to have a sugar crush on the man, I’ve been told he was a real catch.” King Candy smiled, slightly smug in nature.

“I’m so happy you agree.” You sighed dreamily. “I’d do anything to have a night with Turbo- just to see what it’d be like.”

“Anything?” King Candy asked, which piqued his interest. “I suppose I could pull some strings.” He mumbled to himself.

The evening passed as you dressed for bed. You were in nothing but your nightshorts when you heard your door creeeeeak open. You didn’t bother to turn around as you smiled to yourself.

“Good evening, sire. It’s a surprise for you to come over to my room.” You giggled quietly, just for the both of you.

“I’ve been called a lotta things, toots. “Sire” is definitely a new one.” An unfamiliar voice rang out, cocky in spades. You froze in fright as your hands immediately went to cover your already hidden chest.

“Um- what? Wh-who are you?” You asked, far too frightful to look behind you.

“Awe, I thought you’d recognize me, baby. Your king told me all about how you… oh what was it, wanted me to fuck you over the roof of my car?”

“Turbo?” You mouthed as your body became slightly less paralyzed out of fear. You managed to step to the side and turn a bit- and there he was.

White helmet with a red “T” on top, pale-grey skin, slightly glowing yellow eyes and teeth, white tracksuit with red racing stripes on the sides, red racing boots. He winked and clicked his tongue at you.

“King Candy told me that you’re a bit hot under the collar for lil ol’ me, right? I wouldn’t mind rubbin’ up on a cutie like you.” Turbo purred as he stepped closer to you. “Whaddya say, sweetheart? Wanna ride?”

You didn’t know what to say, if you were honest. Yes on one hand, he was the fuck of your dreams- but on the other hand, what would King Candy think?

“I- uh, you- you’re really offering?” You murmured. Turbo nodded with a grin as he got all up in your personal space. “I’m already- King Candy would-”

“Shhh, you’re thinkin’ too much, hotshot. I already eh, talked to him- shall we say. He’s down to let me get loose with’cha.” Turbo assured you.

“I thought you were lost media! Dead!”

“My death was… greatly exaggerated.”

“Still though, uh, how much did you hear from King Candy?” You felt like you had to ask.

“Oh, more than enough. Admit it, toots. You want aaaaaaall of this.” Turbo hummed as he caressed from his chest down to his thigh. Turbo used his other hand to grope your hip. “And lookin’ at how hot you are? I wanna taste what Sugar Rush has to offer.”

Well, if King Candy orchestrated this meeting, he wouldn’t mind if you slept with Turbo, right?

“I suppose it would be alright.”

“Perfect. On the bed, ass up.”

You obeyed gingerly as you babbled all about how cool you thought Turbo was, how he was an incredible racer, and just how hot you found him. Turbo grinned as you stroked his ego over and over again.

“As much as I love you riding my metaphorical dick, babe, I’d like it more if you’d take it physically.” Turbo chuckled as he climbed onto your bed and rubbed his hands over your ass.

Turbo groped, grabbed, and squeezed all over your lower half before he took off your shorts. Turbo sighed at the sight of your willing body. You were willing and oh so into him.

“Tell me all about how much you love me, sugartits.”

“God, you’re so hot.” You gasped as you heard a jar unscrew. “You’re cool and mysterious and awesome and-!”

You were interrupted by a slick, cold finger inside you. The more you praised him, the faster he went. You were near-babbling about how you had kinky thoughts about the retro-racer, and Turbo nearly bust in his tracksuit at the rambles.

The moment he lined up with you, he shoved deep inside you. You gasped-moaned, very much not expecting that. Turbo groaned loudly as he thrusted deeper inside you, he pumped his shaft in and out of you, never disconnecting from you as he pistoned into you.

“Who’s the best racer?” He groaned as he dug his fingers deep into your hips.

“Turbo!”

“Say my goddamn name, slut.” Turbo panted.

“Turbo! Turbo! Oh god- Turbo!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!” Turbo doubled over as he kept fucking you with bated breath. “Ohhh fuck babe, you’re feelin’ fantastic.”

It was only a matter of time before the eroticism got to you, which made you silent scream out as your orgasm took over you. Turbo grit his teeth as you nearly choked him out through his cock as you came. Turbo growled as he fucked you roughly through your orgasm, not for your pleasure, but as he chased his own.

“Oh yeah baby, that’s it, take my goddamn dick like the groupie you are- my number 1 fuckin’ fan gettin’ the backstage pass- oh shit, take it! Fucking take it!” Turbo droned on, mostly to hear himself talk as he came deep inside you.

You whimpered softly into the pillow as you felt him finish inside you.

“Keep in touch, toots.” Turbo tried to keep his voice even, as if he didn’t just have his mind blown. “Tell your man whenever you wanna have fun with me again.”

#fanfiction #turbo smut #king candy x reader #king candy smut #turbo x reader #prettyboypistol #king candy wreck it ralph #turbotastic #turbo wreck it ralph #turbotime #turbo wir #king candy

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pichiru · 5 months ago

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The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 2

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Summary - With Mabel and Dipper's 16th birthday party on the horizon, Grunkle Stan takes to online dating to find a date for the party. Things start to get real weird real fast.

Word Count - 2,805

Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

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SunshineSoul said:

Good evening, Mr. Pines 😊

BigManPines said:

Hey toots

SunshineSoul said:

"Hey toots" I like that. Do you actually talk like that in person?

BigManPines said:

Yeah. Got a problem with it?

SunshineSoul said:

Absolutely not. I love the way you talk. It's so straight forward and no silly business.

BigManPines said:

No Silly Business is my middle name.

BigManPines said:

It's not. My middle name is FIlbrick. Me and my brother have the same middle name.

SunshineSoul said:

LOL you're so funny. You type like you're nervous around me. Are you nervous?

BigManPines is typing...

BigManPines said:

Yeah. I'm nervous.

SunshineSoul said:

Why? I won't eat you. Unless you ask me ever so politely 😊

BigManPines is typing...

BigManPines said:

I'm just a shy old man if i'm bein honest

SunshineSoul said:

Awww. It's okay. I understand. I get really shy too. Especially around shy old men named Stan 😋

BigManPines said:

You're just sayin that

SunshineSoul said:

I'm not actually. We've only been talking for a week and I genuinely like talking to you and getting to know you. I mean that.

BigManPines said:

Well thanks toots. I like talking to you too. The fact that I'm talkin to you instead of turning on the latest episode of The Duchess Approves says a lot.

SunshineSoul said:

THAT WAS TONIGHT??? NOOOOO!!! I TOTALLY FORGOT 😭😭😭 Ugghhhhhh I think I've been working too hard

BigManPines said:

It's gonna rerun in 45 minutes. Definitely gonna tune in for that showing.

SunshineSoul said:

Yeah? You wanna like...sit on the phone and watch it together? Live reaction kind of thing? It'll be like we're watching it right beside each other :D

"Well?" Ford asked as he folded his arms. He'd been sitting next to Stan during the entire conversation to help him through it and even giving him ideas of what to say back to this mystery woman.

"Well what?" Stan asked back.

"Are you going to call her?"

Stan was quiet for a while, putting his chin in his left hand to start rubbing his stubble. He was deep in thought.

"I wanna but I know I'm just gonna make a fool out of myself if you leave me alone with her," Stan admitted, a little ashamed of this. He knew Ford was no better with this type of stuff than he was but he seemed just slightly more adept.

"Stan, I know how nervous you get around women. It truthfully baffles me but that's a conversation for a different day. But you've been talking to this woman for a week by yourself. Mostly."

"Yeah but what if I'm too gruff and off puttin for her? She seems like a proper lady. Like she doesn't even wanna get her hands dirty typa lady."

"Even the most proper of women can get down and dirty if they thought it was worth it. I learned that in college," Ford retorted. "Listen. Do you like this woman?" he asked, motioning his hand towards the laptop on the kitchen table.

Stan sat there in complete silence for a moment. "Yeah. I do."

"Then I think it'll be a good idea for you to have your first "date" with her over the phone. I know Mabel would think it's the most adorable thing she's ever seen in the world. She knows how much that tv show means to you." He crossed his legs then began bouncing his foot, thinking some more.

"I honestly think you should ask her on a proper date if this goes well," he added. "I've seen all the messages. Even the..." he cleared his throat behind a closed fist against his lips. "Saucier messages that I wish I could wipe from my memory. Where's the memory gun when you need it," he murmured under his breath.

"Hey! Nobody told your nosy ass to read those! Just the normal ones!" Stan said suddenly, his cheeks reddening in complete embarrassment now. "Better be lucky neither of us sent any pictures."

"Speaking of pictures," Ford interrupted quickly. "Do you even know what this woman looks like? I looked at her profile and she doesn't have any pictures of herself. Just her art."

Stan shrugged. "Iunno," he said in a dismissive tone as he folded his arms now too. "A babe like her has gotta be drop dead gorgeous right? She talks like she's beautiful."

"That...That doesn't even make sense!"

"And?" Stan laughed, nudging his brother roughly with his elbow.

ding!

SunshineSoul said:

Did I scare you away?

"See? She's waiting on your answer. Say yes. I'll just head down to the lab and the kids are fast asleep. Big shopping day tomorrow for them. Especially Mabel," Ford encouraged.

"Fine." That was all he could manage to say in response. He knew in his heart that he wanted to talk to her but he also knew he would find a way to botch it.

BigManPines said:

Nah you didn't scare me off.

BigManPines said:

I wouldn't mind watching the episode on the phone with ya. I've never done anything like that before but I'm willin to try.

SunshineSoul said:

Omg yay! I get to hear that Jersey accent in real time. I love it. My number is 615-333-3333. Call me when you're ready 💜😋

"Well! Good luck!" Ford said, slamming his hand down on Stan's shoulder before he stood up and stretched. "I definitely won't be listening in with one of my spy devices," he said jokingly as he walked out of the kitchen.

"You do and I'll kill ya!" Stan yelled after him, shaking his fist.

"Yeah, yeah," Ford laughed as he walked through the door that led into the mystery shack.

Stan sat there in the kitchen in silence with his thoughts. What was the first thing he was gonna say to this woman? Will she still be into him after the date? Er...call? It's not a date. It's definitely not a date. Unless she wants to consider it a date? Then sure. It's a date.

It's not a date.

It's. Not. A. Date.

A half hour later, Stan was sitting in his recliner in the living room, holding his phone with the mystery woman's phone number dialed in and sitting on the screen. He clutched it nervously, not completely sure if he should really go through with this or not.

It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a da-

He closed his eyes tightly and pressed the bright green call button on his screen. It rang a few times before it was picked up on the other end.

"Lemme guess. It's BigManPines callin me up on a Friday evening?" She chuckled sweetly.

Stan grinned almost immediately from hearing her voice. It sounded way younger than he was expecting. He was expecting an older woman based upon her interest in him. Because what would a young woman want with an old guy like him?

"Yeah, it's...it's me," he said in a tone that definitely betrayed his nervousness.

"Oh! You sound nervous. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"Nah, nah! It's okay. Like I said earlier, I'm just a shy old guy. Talkin on the phone gives me the creeps sometimes," Stan admitted.

"You're one of the in person type of people? I get it," she said in a kind sort of voice. Almost motherly.

"Yeah, I guess so. I'm just super old fashioned, toots."

"Yeah? I like that about you though," she admitted freely with a hint of a smile in her tone.

She really was just a ray of sunshine that came barreling into Stan's life this evening. It really cheered him up and made him feel a little more at ease.

"Can...Can I ask you somethin?" Stan asked after a moment.

"Of course you can, big man Stan," she said cutely, laughing a bit behind it.

"How old are ya? You don't sound like you're even within ten years of my age."

She sighed softly across the phone. "I'm not a teenager or a youngin if that's what you're asking. I'm 36 years old."

Stan laughed at her statement. "36 is a damn youngin compared to me!" He continued laughing.

"Yeah true! But look. I think you're really handsome and from the looks of the pictures on your profile, you're so buff. You work out?" She asked curiously.

"I used to box a lot in my youth. I still do it from time to time to keep up the old physique," he explained proudly. "Ya think I'm buff?"

"Yeah, I do. I also think you'd be strong enough to throw me over your shoulder," she said in a very obviously flirty tone. "Especially if I'm bad."

Stan's entire face was red at this point. He was a very straight forward person but she...she was a different breed of straight forward. He liked it. He liked it a lot.

"You bad often?" he asked cheekily.

"Maybe. We'll just have to find out soon."

Stan chuckled to himself. "I gotta ask, toots. What's your actual name? I've just been callin you Sunshine this whole time."

A shy but eager giggle could be heard on the other side of the call.

"I like that coming off your tongue. It sounds...woof," she laughed deviously. "You can call me Sunshine or Sol. It doesn't matter which. Long as you call me." If they were in person, she definitely would have winked at the old man and made him go into cardiac arrest.

Stan's heart was racing at this point in the conversation. He was nervous and excited simultaneously. Something about this woman excited him in ways he hadn't felt in a while and he didn't know what to do with that thought.

"Sol, eh? Is it short for something?"

"Solana," she said simply.

"Solana. Name's beautiful, toots," he complimented with a smile on his face. "Solana," Stan repeated, trying to find the perfect tone to say her name in now.

"Stopppppp. I hate it so much. It makes me feel like an old lady or something."

"Toots, if I knew an old lady named Solana, I'd still think your version of the name would be just as beautiful to me as it is now."

"Stopppppppppppppppp. You're making me blush so much," she squealed gently. "I caaannn'ttttt. You call yourself a shy old guy but you're just an old guy who hasn't had the opportunity to let the real him out."

"Yeah, you're probably right. Nobody's felt worth it in my life before so I just stay reserved and emotionally cut off usually."

"That sounds so lonely," Solana said in a sad voice. "But that's why I'm here now," she joked.

"Yeah. I'm glad you're here now," he said gratefully.

There was a comfortable silence as they turned their TVs on to the station they needed for the rerun of the show. Once the show came on, Solana became quiet so she could absorb what was going on in the show. She wanted to blurt her thoughts and be over the top with her reactions but she didn't want to scare Stan away. Something truly outrageous happened in the show suddenly and Stan shouted.

"What do you mean, you need a date to the cotillion! You don't need a man! You're a strong woman, Duchess!" He whisper yelled so he wouldn't wake the kids up.

Solana jumped but she laughed at his outburst. "Exaccttllyyyy!!! She's built up her entire reputation as someone who is very independent and has made it known that her world does NOT revolve around needing a man! What the hell!" she added, following behind Stan's outrage.

"Exactly toots! This is ridiculous. This show really started to go downhill in season 3. They should have just ended in season 2," Stan sighed as he sunk down in his chair in frustration.

"I agree! I was so excited when I heard they were making this into a tv show. The movie was a masterpiece," she said with a nod she knew Stan wouldn't be able to see.

"See, you get it. My niece and nephew watch with me sometimes but even they don't get the intricacies of this show."

"That's so sad. I love analyzing this show. It's so deep," Solana said fondly. "It makes me feel so secure in my womanhood sometimes," she halfway joked.

"I hear tha-"

"SAUNTERBLUGGET?!" They exclaimed in unison.

"No way they brought him back!!! He died in that carriage crash last season!!" Solana said in pure shock.

"True but listen, toots. If they don't show the dead body on camera, I never believe someone's dead. I learned that with tv shows in the past. Somethin to keep in mind goin forward," Stan advised even though he was equally as shocked as Solana was. He just wanted to also seem cool to her.

"Ohhhhhhhh! I never even thought about that honestly. Oh my god. You just opened my eyes to a whole new world. Holy shit."

"You're welcome," Stan chuckled. "What a way to end an episode."

"Ahhhhh. I know! I can't wait a whole week. This suuuccckkkssss."

"Hey..." Stan started shyly.

"Yes?"

"Would ya wanna...Iunno. Hang out in person for the next episode? I could cook for us or order somethin. Iunno. Whatever you want."

"Stanley No Silly Business Pines, are you asking me on a date?" Solana asked, happiness very clear in her voice.

"Uh...yeah. I guess if you wanna consider it that?" He said slowly at first but gained a certain air of confidence midway through his statement.

"I'd love to. Buuutttttt, I'd like to go out to dinner if that's okay with you? And we can end up at your place for the rerun of the episode?" she suggested sweetly. The way she spoke just now, Stan assumed she would have fluttered her eyelashes at him if she could. Her voice was too soothing and too convincing to not give her what she asked for.

"Yeah, sure, toots. We can do that. We can iron out details tomorrow or somethin...Iunno."

Solana laughed loudly at Stan trying to act so nonchalant about this whole thing. "Stan, you don't have to act all cool around me. I like you just the way you are."

"Yeah but that doesn't mean I'm not still gonna do it, Solana." He said her name in a teasing manner, knowing she didn't like being called that in the slightest. But! He figured he could get away with it because of how much she seemed into him at the moment. It was a little bit of a guilty pleasure, making her squirm.

"STAN!" she said loudly, embarrassment so evident.

"Yeah, Solana?" He responded, smirking devilishly.

"Oh my godddddd. You're so annoooyyyiingggg," she whined playfully.

"Not annoying enough for you to leave me alone, toots. You're still gonna be here in the morning. But at least ya can text me now instead of usin that clunky ass dating site."

"Oh, I knooowww. I hate that stupid site. You would think they'd have an app or something," she sighed dramatically.

" I dunno much about apps so I can't say. But, I'm looking forward to your good morning message, Miss Solana," he said with a grin.

Solana's silence could only be interpreted as her being flustered. "Yeah. I'm definitely gonna send you your very first good morning text ever. I have a feeling you've never dealt with women who have manners like that," she joked.

"You're damn right," he joked back.

She laughed at him. She was so happy that he could bounce off her and she could do the same. They had the exact same type of humor and it set her soul ablaze. They hadn't known each other for long but she felt like she had the tiniest bit of a connection with him.

"Good night, Stanley."

"Good night, Solana."

Stan hung up the phone and leaned back in his recliner, laying his phone on his chest. He folded his hands across the top of his stomach and closed his eyes. He didn't realize how tired he was until that moment. He didn't usually stay up this late for the rerun of The Duchess Approves. But it was worth it to get to know Solana a little more and finally get to hear her voice. Her sweet and perky voice. If sunshine had a sound, it would have been exactly what she sounded like. He only hoped that the beauty of her voice and name matched her face.

Just as he was about to drift off into sleep, his eyes popped open and he sat up quickly in terror.

I HAVE A DATE! he thought to himself as he started panicking internally.

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memphisnovels · 7 months ago

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Evermore

Chapter 33. Lean on me

Previous chapter

Masterlist

Hiya, sorry for the delay I've been working on this chapter alongside a few others as things are beginning to ramp up! This marks the official beginning of Evermore Part 2, which will largely encompass the events of the Civil War movie. I'm very excited for you to read it and as always I hope you enjoy!! <3

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

warnings: Tony and Nadia bonding time, arguing, sad Nads, more memories, Secretary Ross

I couldn’t though. Couldn’t bring myself to hate him. I didn’t need days of soul searching to figure that out. It was so obvious that even I couldn’t deny it.

“I don’t mean to toot my own horn or anything, but I chose a hell of a piece of land to build this compound.” Tony’s voice filled my ears. I didn’t look up at him, having heard him stomping over branches ungracefully for the last minute. “Though, it’s not the most comfortable place to camp out overnight.”

“Just go, Tony.” I muttered. Movement roused my attention, I was surprised he’d given in so easily. However, instead ofturning and heading back in the direction of the compound he’d settled on the ground beside me. He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off before he had the chance. “No thank you.”

He sighed, but closed his mouth, looking out at the water instead. There was silence for a long while before he inevitably became unable to help himself. “None of us knew.”

“I know.”

He tilted his head from side to side. “It does seem like it was all from before… before you two knew each other.”

“I know.”

“So, are you going to hear him out?”

A beat of silence passed and again that stinging was back in my eyes. I clenched my hands into fists, focusing on the ripple across the waters surface. “I did.”

He hummed. “Right. Of course, it’s just that I’m not sure you really gave him enough time.” I narrowed my eyes at him, unsure when exactly he’d become so confident saying things like that to me. Although, I suppose maybe he’d always felt able to call me out. The day we’d met came to mind.

“Time for what, to come up with a lie?”

“Or to gather his thoughts.”

I shut my eyes tightly, taking a deep breath before answering. “It’s not… It isn’t what he did, Tony. I don’t care that he was communicating with Hydra before we knew each other. I mean, I do care about it, but that isn’t what’s getting to me.” My hand threaded through my hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. “The problem is that he lied about it. For all this time.”

Tony tilted his head side to side for a moment and I knew what he was going to say before the words even left his lips. “He didn’t really lie it was more an omission of truth.” The look I gave him had him backtracking immediately. “Right. It’s the same thing. I know. Sorry kid, I’m not exactly good at the whole comforting thing.”

“Why did you even come out here?”

He sighed exasperatedly, looking out at the still water before us. “Because I knew you were out here.”

I didn’t respond for quite some time and when I did it was quiet, barely a mumble. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, I’m definitely not an expert here, but talking to him might be a good place to start.”

…

The sound of pen on paper filled the otherwise quiet room. I lounged back in the armchair across from Dr. Norris, legs crisscrossed beneath me.

“You mentioned recalling the smell of salt in one of our sessions, I’d like to revisit that.”

“Why does that matter?”

He smiled a little at that. “Focusing on distinctive smells and sounds can be a good way to orient a given memory, it can be helpful to understand where you were when something occurred.” I was unconvinced but his tactics had proved effective previously, so I eventually nodded and closed my eyes, allowing him to walk me back through the recollection. He recounted to me the details I’d told him previously, setting the scene. “It was a warm day, you could feel the sun on your skin, the breeze in your hair. Are you outside, or is it from a window?”

I could feel it all as if it were happening to me right now, though there were still frayed edges that were unclear to me. “I don’t know. I think so, there is nothing blocking the sun, there are no walls.” The cheeky smile that had become familiar to me flashed through my mind, soft brown eyes gazing down at me. I tried hard to focus on my surroundings rather than the company. “I can still smell the salt, its strong but I don’t know where it’s coming from.”

“You said you were dancing, is there music playing?”

I could hear it, faintly, just over the clicking of my shoes against the concrete. The velvety hum of rhythm and blues.

Lean on me

When you’re not strong, I’ll be your friend

I’ll help you carry on…

When I looked down, I saw small feet in sparkly champagne-colored sandals and larger black leather shoes.

The boy taunted me about eating too much cake, how it’d make me sick. I thought about the cake, the way it had tasted, the color of the frosting.

It was crisp white with intricate piping along the sides. I recalled gazing up at the three-tiered masterpiece, on top of the third tier sat an ornament. The fork in my hand was golden as I stabbed at the buttery yellow interior; vanilla and lemon danced across my tastebuds. When I focused so hard it felt as though my hair might fall out the ornament came into focus, it was small and porcelain, a bride and groom standing side by side. It was a wedding cake.

That realization seemed to trigger a series of other memories. The beautiful white dress, puffy like a pastry. I remembered the way the way the tulle felt between my fingers and dark hair encased by a veil that glimmered under the sunlight. Then it was the softness of rose petals, swirling in a downward spiral as I dropped them. Concrete beneath my shoes as I wandered down the long pathway between rows of seats. A hand reached out toward me at the end of the aisle, manicured fingers and a shining silver bracelet the first thing I saw. Then it was the blonde hair as I sat beside the woman, her perfume startlingly familiar. The powdery floral scent that had drifted into so many of my dreams.

“Do you smell the salt where you are now?” Dr. Norris asked.

I shook my head, silence sitting heavily between us after that.

I couldn’t get that fragrance out of my head for the rest of the day. Vanilla, jasmine, citrus, roses. It was the perfect combination of each of those things plus others I couldn’t pin down.

I’d been a flower girl. It felt like another lifetime.

Such a simple concept seemed so incomprehensible. It was jarring to think of the softness, the smell of roses and the silky white dresses compared to what had become of me after. There was a time when I’d felt tulle brush over my fingertips and that wasn’t startling to me then, yet it was the cold hard metal on guns and knives that I became used to so quickly. That childhood was so clear in my mind, so conceivable. How could both things be true.

When the sun had well and truly set and most of the others were either eating dinner or had retired for the evening, I surfaced from the shadows I’d been clinging to while avoiding inevitable conversations. The training room was silent, long since abandoned by this hour.

I separated my ponytail in two, pulling hard to tighten it. My gaze narrowed in on the punching bag before me as I stretched my neck back and forth. The first crack of my fist against the bag sent a shot of adrenaline through me, my focus locked into what I was doing until there was nothing else.

When I was training it was like there were no thoughts but the movement of my limbs; the raw emotions that pumped through me. I used to always believe that when I was sparring, I was able to turn off my emotions, to become numb. It took me a long time to realize that really, I was just good at channeling what I was feeling into the power behind each punch. I hit the bag again and again, making my way around it, jab, jab, kick. When it didn’t feel like enough to drain the thoughts from my mind I hit harder. My heart thumped heavily against my chest, and I felt the sheen of perspiration across my forehead and chest but still I punched and punched.

“Jesus, what’d the bag do to you.” Natasha’s voice pulled me from my haze and when I pulled back, I was panting heavily, and a dull ache had begun in my shoulders. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. She grabbed the boxing pads and attached them to her hand. “Maybe lay off the poor bag for a minute and pick on someone your own size.”

I rolled my eyes at her, tightening the wraps on my hands and moving toward her. She held her hands up and for me to hit. When I’d caught my breath I jabbed her right glove once, then again harder before hitting the left one. I continued this pattern, finding my rhythm quickly. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I gritted out, throwing a particularly hard punch.

Natasha rose an eyebrow at me. “Well, judging by the tone and how hard you’re hitting right now, I’m guessing things remain unresolved?” I didn’t respond verbally, only continuing to jab again and again. “That would also explain why Pietro’s been so unusually quiet.”

“He’s a lot better at keeping silent than you’d think.”

I could tell by the look on her face that she was dying to meddle. “I think he’s quiet because he’s afraid.”

Her words had me veering back. I yanked at the wraps on my hands. “Because I’m so frightening right? Awful, cold, calculated Nadia?” Natasha’s eyebrows knitted together at my words but now all I was thinking about were the words I’d read on that page in Pietro’s folder. That is what he’d written about me, what he’d said to Hydra. Evidently, I wasn’t so good at hiding this from her.

Her eyes softened, the expression she held turned my stomach. “No, Nadia, of course not. I think he’s probably afraid of losing you.” The stinging was back in my eyes, there was so much on my mind, and I hated this weak feeling that coursed through my veins, and it was so fucking hot in this room I felt like I was suffocating.

“I told you I don’t want to talk about it.” My feet were moving before any words had the chance to leave her lips. I pushed through the doors of the training room, rushing down the hall toward my bedroom. Walking head down in such a hurry was an obvious oversight, another thing I should have seen coming. I gasped as my chest collided with another. Warm hands wrapped around my upper arms, steadying me. The second my eyes met his, I looked away, unable to stomach the look that had lived there for days now. I shoved past him only to be stopped by Steve, standing before us with a look that was equal parts discomfort and concern.

“Oh good, you’re both here.” He glanced between us, obviously sensing the tension sitting heavy in the air. “I just got a call from Secretary Ross’ assistant. He’s coming out to talk with the whole team at the end of next week.”

Just the mention of his name had me fighting a wince. If he was coming all the way out here it couldn’t be good. The reasoning for his last visit came to mind, I knew he was coming to talk to us about the mess in Lagos. It’d been all over the new this past month; inescapable.

“Oh goody, I can hardly contain my enthusiasm.” I muttered, walking away from both men. Not before stealing a single glance at Pietro to catch his expression to the news. He was less able to hide his wince.

It sickened me, the way my hand twitched toward him. The urge to comfort him seemed to clamp down on my heart until the pain promised to bring me to tears.

The next week and a half passed quickly, every day I’d get up before the sun and work out my complicated feelings in the training room. Then I’d eat breakfast before everyone else and spend the rest of the day finding new ways to avoid sympathetic gazes and the incessant questions. That was unbearable, but most of all I was avoiding having to look at Pietro’s face, the guilt that I knew would be written all over him, the ache in me that resounded every time I thought of what he was guilty of. The words he’d written in those notes echoed through my mind. I wondered if that was his only omission. I wondered what exactly had made him stop working with them. I wondered at what points he’d been telling the truth.

When Friday finally came around, I was so on edge that even hitting the punching bag until my fists went numb didn’t do the trick. The memory of that perfume still clung to me, stubborn, unyielding. It was still clouding my mind as I paced the corridor waiting for the familiar silver-haired man to emerge. The moment he did I pressed my palm against his shoulder, pushing him toward the sitting room. He put up no fight, going easily. When the doors were closed behind us, I paused, facing away from him.

“That is what you were so upset about, isn’t it?” I turned then. Pietro closed his eyes tightly, shoulders sagging. The breath I exhaled felt like glass. “Say it.”

“Yes.” He ran a hand through his hair, and I dropped down into one of the armchairs. “Nadia, I wanted to tell you so badly, I just didn’t know how. It was eating me alive. At first, it was just the guilt of being dishonest with you. But then, when I found out what Hydra did to you when you were just a child and then how they tortured you in Morrocco. It made me sick to think I’d ever helped them get anywhere near you.”

My head dropped down into my hands, eyes stinging. “Why didn’t you just tell me when you first arrived?” It would have been so much easier that way, all of this would’ve been much simpler. I could have lumped it in with everything else, it would have absolved him, made him trustworthy to me because at least he’d owned his mistakes. Now, over a year later, it was an entirely separate entity. It didn’t feel like some piece of the past, it felt so fresh.

“I’m sorry.”

“You mentioned that.”

He moved swiftly, kneeling on the ground before me, one hand over my knee while the other took ahold of mine. “I should have told you; I know I fucked up. Please, just… please don’t hate me.”

There was silence between us for a long while. “I don’t hate you, Pietro.” I finally met his eyes. “Of course I don’t. It’s not about that, it’s about trust, you lied to me-” My voice broke and the stinging in my eyes became unbearable. I couldn’t swallow it down this time, I felt tears gathering along my waterline. “You have lied to me about this every day since I’ve known you.” I clenched my hand into a fist, focusing on the pain of my nails digging into my palm.

Pietro’s face fell so completely that I felt my heart crack yet again. It was impossible to look at him when he looked so devastated. His eyes glistened like mine, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away, I scanned his face for any sign of familiarity, of the Pietro I’ve come to know. The worst part was that I found it, all over him was the man that had stepped into the darkness with me, broken down my walls and never given up, just like he’d promised.

“I will tell you anything you want to know. I will tell you everything, I swear, just please, please… believe me, the last time I sent anything to Hydra was after we fought in the shipyard. Never again after that, and it was never ever a factor in my wanting to be with you.” His hand smoothed over the flesh of my check.

When I looked into his eyes, letting my head rest against the warmth of his palm I could almost convince myself that nothing had changed. It was still him, still Pietro, my Pietro. It was still him and this didn’t change the way I felt, it didn’t negate every moment we’d shared since he’d come to the compound. Everything was not lost just because of this one treacherous secret. I clung to every memory that popped into my mind, every smile he’d caused, every flush, all the laughter and banter, the arguments and that white-hot ache I’d felt when I thought I might have ruined everything between us in Amsterdam.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimed into the room, saving me from having to force a response over the lump in my throat. “Mr. Stark has arrived accompanied by Secretary Ross; Captain Rogers has asked that everyone convene in the conference room.”

I stood then, clearing my throat and quickly wiping my eyes. Pietro watched me carefully, but I just stepped past him, making my way towards the door. I paused, however, hand hovering over the handle. “Let’s just get through this, then we will talk.” With that I left the room.

I sat between Natasha and Steve at the table, listening to Secretary Ross speak about his heart attack and how it allowed him to gain perspective. The nature of this meeting was not lost on me, nor any of the others, though, the specific consequences for what had occurred loomed over us all like an impending storm. I glanced at Pietro across the table, he sat beside Wanda, hands in his lap, studying the tiniest imperfection in the glossy wooden table. The words spoken by the secretary became a low hum of white noise as I gathered my thoughts about everything that had come to light. Where to go from here, how to proceed.

The word dangerous brought my attention back to the conversation at hand. Ross moved back toward the screen as the pixels joined to show a video.

“New York.” He said as the footage revealed Hulk smashing through building after building. “Washington, D.C.” The S.H.I.E.L.D. mother ship was smashed into smithereens, screams ringing through the screen. “Sokovia.” As soon as that word left his mouth my eyes were on Pietro and Wanda. The sound of screaming filled my ears yet again, the footage showing the crumbling island being lifted upward, buildings falling and people attempting to flee. “Lagos.” The footage I’d seen on the news played out, smoke and stretchers, civilians crying and more screaming alongside the sound of sirens. Pietro’s jaw tightened and his shoulders sagged further, he could not even look at Wanda who’d finally torn her eyes away from the screen. I glanced toward Steve, furrowing my eyebrows momentarily as a silent plea for him to put a stop to this.

“Okay that’s enough.”

Secretary Ross turned off the video, bracing his hands behind his back as he turned toward us once more. “For the past four years you’ve operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That’s an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate, but I think we have a solution.” He slid a hefty-looking, bound booklet onto the table toward Wanda. She pushed them toward Rhoadey as Ross circled the table, discussing the end to our privatization. When the booklet moved to Natasha I placed a hand over it, pulling it a little closer for inspection.

The Sokovia Accords.

I skimmed through the pages as he continued, Rhoadey speaking up as well. It all blurred together as I read about the plans for ‘supervision’ of the Avengers. If this was agreed on it would mean we were only able to intervene in conflict if it was deemed necessary by the United Nations. I closed the book, pushing it down toward Steve as I mulled over the words I’d read.

“Talk it over.” He spoke with finality, beginning toward the door of the conference room.

I swallowed heavily.

“And if the decision we come to isn’t the one you want?” I asked, glancing up at Ross.

He lingered for a moment, turning back slightly to address me. “Then you retire.”

I nodded, utterly unsurprised by this.

When Ross left we all moved to one of the compound’s sitting rooms to discuss our respective feelings on how to proceed. It took no time at all for Sam and Rhoadey to begin arguing about the matter, Sam disagreeing with the accords while Rhoadey vehemently defended Ross. I glanced at Tony who lounged back in an armchair, hand covering his eyes.

Pietro had been completely silent since the meeting with Ross, not so much as uttering a word to any of us. He stood behind the couch where Natasha and I were seated, pacing the floor, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“I have an equation.” Vision spoke up from his spot beside Wanda, all eyes turning to him and finally Pietro’s pacing stopped, instead he moved to hold onto the back of the couch, looming over it. Sam muttered some sarcastic remark, but I kept my eyes on the red man. “In the 8 years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. During the same period the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate.”

Steve looked up at vision over the edge of the accords he held in his hands. “Are you saying it’s our fault?”

“I’m saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge, challenge incites conflict and conflict breeds catastrophe. Oversight… oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.”

“Boom.” Rhoadey added, looking toward Sam.

Tony sighed heavily causing my eyes to shift back to him. “You’re uncharacteristically tolerable today.”

“It’s because he’s already made up his mind.” Steve retorted.

“Boy, you know me so well.” Tony pushed himself up from the couch. Walking toward the kitchen. “Actually, I’m nursing an electro-magnetic headache. That’s what’s going on, Cap, it’s just pain. It’s discomfort.” The tone he took had me wondering if maybe Steve was right, but something significant must have happened to have Tony agreeing with Secretary Ross. “Who’s putting coffee grounds in the disposal?” He asked, looking back at us accusingly. “Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?” His deflections didn’t fool me. It was evident something was eating him. He pulled out his phone, projecting the image of a boy who looked to be in his late teens or perhaps early twenties. “Oh, that’s Charles Spencer by the way, he’s a great kid, computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA… had a floor level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul before he parked it behind a desk. See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn’t want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn’t go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where? Sokovia.” I looked to Pietro then, his knuckled had turned white from his grip on the seat. I didn’t think about the movement of my hand, or the implication of it, I just reached out for him, hand falling over his and squeezing. “He wanted to make a difference; I suppose. We won’t know because we dropped a building on his while we were kicking ass.” Pietro moved to drop down into the seat beside me. “There is no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check and whatever form that takes, I’m game. If we can’t accept limitations, we’re boundary-less, we are no better than the bad guys.”

“Tony, someone dies on your watch. You don’t give up.” Steve intervened.

Tony took a step forward. “Who said we’re giving up?”

“We are if we’re not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame.”

I saw his point; the trouble was I also agreed with Tony. The room quickly opened back up to a heated discussion, with Rhoadey and Tony on the same side while Steve adamantly disagreed. I met Natasha’s eyes, a silent sentiment shared between us then, this was really bad.

“Maybe Tony’s right.” Nat spoke up, Sam and Steve’s heads whipped toward her. “If we have one hand on the wheel we cant still steer, if we take it off.”

“Aren’t you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?” Sam questioned.

I snickered quietly but was quick to defend her. “She’s just reading the terrain. We had all made some very public mistakes, we need to win their trust back.”

Natasha smiled at me but the look on Pietro’s face read surprise.

It was Tony who spoke next. “Focus up. I’m sorry, did I just mishear you both or did you agree with me?”

I rolled my eyes heavily, Natasha and I both muttering our regrets at giving him satisfaction.

“You can’t retract it now! Thank you both. Okay, case closed; I win.” Tony gloated.

The Accords booklet slapped against the glass table as Steve stood, tossing it down. “I have to go.” His voice was low, betraying something private that was causing him pain.

While the others returned to their discussions, I caught Pietro’s eye, nodding toward the door before standing from the couch. When we had both exited the sitting room I turned back to him, my mind brimming with a million different thoughts. “It is going to be okay.” I assured him, recognizing the expression on his face. However, my words had his look changing slightly.

He watched me intently for a moment, gesturing between us with one hand. “What about us? Is this going to be okay?”

I wrung my fingers together, dropping my eyes down to look at the floor. The look on his face has an array of different emotions bathing me. I knew that we would only ever be okay if I could move past what he had done, if I could let go of the shades of distrust that had begun to darken the moments we shared. This was the only path forward, what we had could never survive if I let this fester. I also knew there was only one way for me to even begin to let it go.

“You need to tell me everything.”

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Puppet Sisters part 5

Ragatha looked around the lobby, surveying the circus and looking behind a few of the blocks. "So, if you're here Jax, where did Gangle run off to?" Caine, who was about to leave, swung back scratching his head. "You know I was wondering the same thing myself. Lately you two have been inseparable like two love birds on their honeymoon~" Gangle was disgusted by Caine's assumption and it clearly showed on Jax's face as he took a step back from the two. "First of all, I don't like hi- ahem, her. Second off she's... back in her room or something." Zooble folded their arms with a scowl and had begun to interject, when suddenly Kinger, who was still shoveling cash behind Jax, spoke up. "Not to interrupt you Gangle, but you seem to have a purple rabbit wrapped around your neck!" Everyone looked at Kinger with an awkward silence. "What?" Ragatha, confused but curious to Kingers observation, looked closely at the back of Jax's exposed neck. "Kinger I don't see... wait a minute." Looking over his shoulder, Jax quickly turned to face the group, making sure to cover the back of his neck. "P-personal space much toots? I-" Zooble interjected with a annoyed tone. "Give it up Gangle, stop fooling everyone and just come out." Pomni looked up at Zooble before looking at Jax. "Gan- wait, what do you mean?" Ragatha took a step back in disbelief. "Gangle's... still in control?" Jax looked at everyone and sighed. "Thanks a lot Kinger, you and Zooble ruined my fun." "You're welcome <3" Turning around to let people see Gangle, she struggled to get out of Jax's overalls. "Ngh- little help here?" Ragatha and Pomni simply stood there in shock. "Wha- how- why- ga-... What the %$&*?" "Gangle, what on earth is this about!?" Gangle, now exposed and ever so pathetically stuck in Jax's literal pants, darted her eyes left and right. "Well I- uh..." But before Gangle could explain herself, Caine swooped in unexpectedly. "GAZOOKS! KINGER WAS RIGHT! JAX IS SMOTHERING MY DEAR POOR GANGLE!" "are you $#%^ing serious rn?" Firmly grasping Gangle's mask, Caine began to pull. "I'LL SAVE YOU!" Both bodies reacted with shock. "ACK! NO! WAIT CAINE, YOU-" But their protests were in vain as Caine forcefully yanked Gangle away from Jax, severing the connection. "There we go, no need to thank me my dear, just be sure to join the next adventure!" Gangle did not respond, they were visibly shaking, their mask full of tears and uncertainty. Putting her down, Cain cleared his voice. "Now Jax, I understand you and Gangle have been very close as of late, however you should not have lied to me, nor smothered Gangle inappropriately. And for that I uh... will have give you a very lengthy and stern talk- starting now." at that exact moment, the lifeless body that was once Jax collapsed on the spot, nearly landing on Ragatha, who jumps in fright. "AIIIIEEE"

The other circus goers circle around the body: his lifeless eyes are a solid yellow, a bit of drool dribbles onto the floor. Bubble starts to chew on his ear while Ragatha reaches out and tries to shake him awake. "J-Jax?" There is no response, his fur felt ice cold. "Uhhh... OH LOOK AT THE TIME!" Caine looks at his watch. "I need to go unclog the toilets, see you tomorrow!" And with that Caine and Bubble disappear, leaving the circus goers alone to deal with the situation at hand. "What... W-Why did you do this?!" Ragatha shouted at Gangle in a furious yet also trembling tone, no doubt fearful of what she just saw. "I... It was, ummm..." She stuttered and stammered, unable to come up with an answer, or rather the right answer. With a sheepish look she gave her response. "A joke? Y-yeah... it was a joke!" The others looked at Gangle with raised eyebrows. "A joke...?" Gangle could feel the anxiety build within. "Yeah well... I thought that it would be funny if I acted like Jax, like the old times when he used to play pranks." Every word that came out sounded so much worse than it did in her head. Ragatha pulled on her own hair in frustration. "WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?! HOW DID YOU EVEN MANAGE TO DO....THAT!?" Gangle could feel anxiety and guilt overwhelm her. "I- I just woke up today and suddenly I could control him... more... directly" Ragatha sighed in frustration. "So let me get this straight: you just woke up and suddenly you could make him walk and talk like nothing went wrong...and decided to trick all of us for fun?" Gangle nodded. "Tch, unbelievable." As Ragatha bent down to check on Jax again, Zooble spoke up. "Personally I couldn't care less if you had new abilities or not, but even by Jax's standards: that 'prank' was really $%#!ed up." Gangle's eye twitched. Standing up, Ragatha clenched her fists. "Jesus Christ Gangle, I knew things were getting out of hand, but this? This is just sick! He's not even responding!" It wasn't new to hear Ragatha's protests over how Gangle treated Jax, but this time was different. Ragatha could no longer hold back her thoughts and went into a tirade against both Gangle's long time abuse and her own inability to prevent it. Even Pomni and Zooble were taken aback and were left speechless by what they were witnessing. However it wouldn't have mattered if they had stopped her or joined in, as Gangle spiraled down to an inner darkness they had not felt in a long time. Ragatha's shouts felt distant as Gangle disassociated with her surroundings. She had no clue that what happened between her and Jax just this morning would have led to his likely death and the disgust of all her friends. This was what she deserved, Ragatha had every right to be angry...

Yet within the endless pit of Gangle's guilt and self pity, was a small flame that burned brightly. Something that clearly wasn't there before. It felt not as a burning passion or glimmer of hope, but rather a deep pressure that she felt in her chest. As Ragatha continued, Gangle could feel this pressure build and change her feelings. Guilt turned to resentment, pity turned to anger, and the once shy and soft spoken girl could no longer stand there and take these blows to their pride. "...I'm going to take it up with Caine. I don't care how long it will take to drill it in his head, but you aren't getting away wi-" "SHUT THE %&*# UP!" As Ragatha took a step back in surprise, Gangle suddenly shot out her ribbons towards the lifeless body of Jax, wrapping herself around her puppets neck and giving it life once more. The conjoined being shouted out with such rage as they stood up, towering over the now frightened doll. "I KNOW I $#*%ED UP, AND I'M SORRY, BUT YOU DON'T NEED TO GIVE ME THIS BULLSHIT!

As they continued to vent, their emotions getting out of control. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW I FEEL OR WHAT I WENT THROUGH! YOU KNOW HOW WE ALL FELT ABOUT JAX: HE DESERVED THIS! AND YOU- and... you...?" Blinking a few times, they snapped out of their anger and saw Pomni with her arms reached outwards. "Pomni?" Looking behind her, Ragatha was on the ground, white as a sheet and filled with terror. "Please Gangle... this isn't like you."

It was in that moment Gangle realized the rest of her ribbons were protruding outwards, like tendrils ready to strike. "Wha- wait a minute I didn't mean to- to..." As they stuttered, Gangle could feel something was on their face. Jax's face. Wiping it off they realized it was tears, actual tears running down Jax's face, still warm from emotional turmoil. The now vulnerable Gangle, with Jax's ears lowered and tears beginning to now form on Gangle's mask, looked up to see Zooble, just standing there. Their friends pupils were small and their eyes filled with emotion. Was it anger? Disappointment? Disgust? Regret? Hatred? Sadness? Whatever it was, Gangle couldn't bear to look at their friend, nor could they could stay any longer. They had to get out of there, they needed to escape from the hell they had just reaped. Scared of causing more harm and unwilling to show anymore of their vulnerability, the two turned away and ran as fast as they could, their tears flying off into the wind as they cursed themselves. "GANGLE WAIT-" Pomni reached out and was about to chase after them, when Zooble stopped them. "Don't. Just... Let them go." Pomni looked over to see Zooble looking dejected, hurt and visibly shaken. Pomni lowered their hands, putting them together as their concern lingered. Looking back at Ragatha, wallowing on their knees, it was clear she wasn't feeling so great. "Ragatha, i-" "It's my fault." Tears dripped from her face as she repented. "Gangle was right... I didn't know anything and I didn't do anything to actually stop her. I mean its not like Jax didn't deserve it... I should have just shut my mouth shut instead of blowing up." Zooble reached out to Ragatha briefly before bringing back. "sigh... No, you said what needed to be said, you did a good job." Ragatha turned back to Zooble, their eye red from crying so much. "Good job?! You call THAT a good job?! Jax could be DEAD for all we know and we didn't do anything to save him!" As Ragatha continued to cry, Zooble looked away with discomfort and guilt. Putting their hand on her shoulder, Pomni did her best to console her friend. "None of us could've predicted any of this would happen when Gangle first possessed Jax. But I know that Jax is somewhere deep inside, and we'll be there to bring him back." Zooble couldn't help but scoff. "Pomni's got a point... but by the looks of it, Gangle's bringing back Jax in herself." Pomni pondered for a second. "Oh god, you're right." In that moment, Ragatha held her head in her hands and continued to cry, causing the other two to look away and grimace. Suddenly, a nice, warm, earthly colored was lowered onto Ragatha, who looked up at the kind, kingly figure who came over to comfort her at her lowest point. "Here you go, this will help." Ragatha held onto it tightly. "*sniffle* Thank you Kinger, you're so sweet." Helping her stand up with the assistance of Pomni, Kinger gestured towards his impenetrable pillow fortress. "How about you spend the night with me? You always loved the fireflys... or at least i think you did?" Ragatha wiped her tears away. "No centipedes?" Kinger crossed his heart and hoped to die. "No centipedes." Ragatha hugged Kinger and thanked everyone for their support before turning in. Pomni stood there with a smile as she watched them, only to turn around and see Zooble already walking away, a bit slower than usual as they hung their head with grief. Pomni wanted to go over and comfort them... but her instincts told her it was best to leave her alone for the night.

The door to Gangle's room was kicked open with a loud THUD, before slamming shut with a loud SLAM. Everything hurt: their bunny ears were ringing, their heads felt as if someone jamed thumbtacks inside, while the pain in their chest beat harder as their bunny heart beated faster. Tears and mucus ran down their face as they grunted like a disgruntled beast, pacing back and forward in their dark room with their fists clenched. With little warning they ROARED with anguish, brandishing jagged teeth as they began tearing into the cushions and throwing miscellaneous junk across the room. They were a beast out of control, their emotions jumbled up, crisscrossed and all over the place. They felt the room spinning, spinning, spinning. Getting dizzier and dizzier until they got sick and began puking from both bodies. They had forgotten to not look around with both sets of eyes since they snapped at Ragatha. It was too much, it was far too much: Gangle released herself from her puppet, allowing it to fall into the metallic muck while she got a hold of herself. "I'M SUCH A $%&*ING IDIOT!" or at least... tried to. "I was having so much fun jumping around and swinging... WHY DID I HAVE TO HURT MY FRIENDS?!" Gangle looked back at Jax as he simply laid their, motionless in the muck, devoid of any life. She went over to him, running her ribbon across his body, trying to find even a semblance of life. "God... $#@% it. He really is gone." Even with a blank, lifeless face, she could imagine Jax smiling at her misfortune from beyond the grave. She looked away with guilt for a minute before bringing her arms up to her face and letting out a muffled screech before crying to herself. He truly was gone... and she was stuck with his corpse.

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