#working on the new chapter of liar liar HAHA

[tojiscrack]

jjk 268 spoilers!!! scroll away now if you haven’t seen it yet!!!

I AM SO PROUD OF MY LITTLE BEAN MEGUMI 😭😭 I THINK I’M LEVITATING

and it genuinely took me by surprise how he ended up LAUGHING at gojo’s letter? 🤨 WHAT is funny while the rest of us were clutching our chests trying not to cry when that scene in shibuya happened (‘not zenin, eh? i’m glad’).

he really and truly became gojo’s son the more time he spent with him and it shows 😟

nobara being so cocky about her return is the cutest thing in the world ‘cause as much as people don’t acknowledge it, she also happens to be gojo’s student and also had a near death experience which she bounced back from, GOAT behaviour ofc 🤭

speaking of, guess whose return is next? 😋

[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (24/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Furniture shopping is more exciting when there's talks about buying new stuff - like a bed.

Warnings: 18+ (mentions of smut), fluff, Kika is the bestest friend on this planet

Word Count: 3.4k

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A/N: hello loves! part twenty-four is here and I hope you enjoy it! feedback is appreciated!!!

The fact that Kika is just lying on your bed instead of snuggling up completely in your fluffy blanket is a miracle. 

"I liked the light blue mom jeans best," she says as you stand in front of the large mirror leaning against the wall next to the door to your room and look at yourself. "With the white oversized turtleneck - smash."

You look at her through the mirror. "Haha."

"I'm serious." She leans on her elbows and tilts her head. "If you wear white sneakers with it, it'll even work with the sandwich method. I've seen it on TikTok. And I swear to you - people will turn their heads to look at you."

"I don't want people turning their heads at me," you confess quietly, adjusting the soft fabric of your top. "I just want to look halfway okay."

"Trust me. You look more than okay."

After Kika and Pierre have stormed your apartment with their spare key - which at first annoyed you, but in the next moment made you feel quite relieved - your girlfriend has taken it upon herself to unpack your suitcase and pick out an outfit for you that matches your trip to the furniture store.

Unpacking your suitcase simply consisted of pulling out one item at a time and tossing it aside if it didn't meet her expectations. The pile of clothes next to the bed is the result of her search.

" Let it go," she warns you as you adjust the position of the hem of the sweater on your shoulder. "You look good. When I think about my first outfit as Pierre's girlfriend - it was pure horror."

"But I'm not a girlfriend," you reply as you reach for the jeans Kika is holding out to you. "I'm his friend. His roommate. Nothing more," you exhale, "and nothing less."

The Portugese woman watches you slip into your pants. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Caught off guard, you look at her. Are your feelings for the Monegasque so obvious that she can even see it on your face? Is your affection written all over your forehead? You can't name your emotional state, you can't say a word that could even begin to describe what you feel for Charles - but there's no question that it's definitely something other than pure friendship. 

No matter how often and vehemently you try to convince yourself that Charles is your friend, you are an incredibly bad liar. 

"I remember being incredibly nervous the first time we went out in public. I think I changed outfits three or four times before I was halfway happy."

Oh.

You sit down on the edge of the bed with her. "I want all of this. I want him." You clear your throat as Kika gives you a meaningful look. "His friendship, that is. And I'm also willing to take the risk of people not liking me and talking badly about me." You clasp your hands in your lap.

Kika sits up straight. "But?"

You curl your lips into a thin line. "I - I don't know." How do you explain to her that you're worried that his fans could dislike you so much that they doubt Charles? You're going public as friends, something that bothers you a little more than it should. But the Monegasque has also said that people will think what they want. 

What if they hate you so much - your looks, your mediocrity, your being - that Charles catches on and he realizes they're right in their opinion?

"I just want to make a good impression."

Your friend reaches for your hand. "You will. And after all, you're just friends. The public's opinion isn't all that important." You don't see her look, which says so much more than what she actually says.

"Right."

Kika lets go of your hand and stands up from the bed. "I'll be with you the whole time. We'll work it out. I promise." She tosses her long hair over her shoulder. "So, let's get going. This room is pretty bleak and could use some color," she says before pulling you off the bed and out of the room.

As you slip into your shoes at the front door, the men join you.

"So, Pierre and I are sitting -" Charles begins, but suddenly stops when he sees you. His eyes wander over your body and goose bumps spread along their path. He remains silent until Pierre nudges him. "Uhm, sorry. Yes. We - um - we're both going to sit in the front of the car because -" He scratches the back of his neck nervously, but can't take his eyes off you. "The plan is for Kika and you to go through the furniture store together and Pierre is coming with me. Just so that we are seen together as little as possible, but are still out and about together," he explains. 

You understand why this is all going to happen. He wants to protect you and you want to let him, but you can't stop your heart from getting a little bruised. 

When Kika notices your offended look, she crosses her arms in front of her chest. "So much planning for simple shopping with friends? Is that really necessary?"

As you look up from your shoes, you look straight into Charles' beautiful green eyes. Something that looks exactly like how you feel flickers across his face. "It is." He stands up straight. "Shall we?"

Kika smiles gently at you. "Let's liven this place up a bit, then." She grabs Pierre's hand and together the two of them walk out of the apartment towards the elevator, while Charles and you stay behind. You both look after them. 

"Is everything all right?" asks the Monegasque and stands next to you. 

"Everything's fine," you answer him curtly. You don't dare look at him. 

"Y/N," he says as he gently grasps your wrist and turns you towards him. "Mon amour, you know why I'm doing this, don't you?" His hand slips a little lower so your fingers can intertwine.

"'Mh-hmm." 

"Hey." His other hand rests gently against your cheek, making you look at him. "Hey." His thumb gently strokes your cheekbone. "I'm trying to protect you. That's my priority. Making sure you're okay is my priority. And if that means we can't walk through any stores next to each other for now, just so the public can get used to you, then I'll put up with it." His gaze twitches briefly to your mouth. "Even if it's not what I want."

You nuzzle your face against his warm hand. "And what do you want?" you ask softly. 

"You." 

His answer makes the blood sizzle in your veins. It feels as if the warmth of his skin is burning through your face, as if the nerve endings under your skin are sending little electric shocks through your muscles and forcing your heart to stop. You take a deep breath.

"I want you near me." He squeezes your hand twice before pulling away. Your skin feels cooler without his touch. "But I'm responsible for what happens in public. And I don't want to risk anything happening to you because of me."

You nod weakly before wordlessly following the befriended couple. You hear Charles behind you, but you don't wait for him as you walk quickly to the others. The atmosphere in the elevator is tense as you are transported towards the underground garage, but no one tries to ease the tension. Kika and Pierre look at each other a little uncertainly, something that doesn't escape your gaze, and you can't blame them. The situation is just awful.

Pierre has thought far ahead, because when he presses a button on his car key, a large SUV opens up in the underground parking garage, sure to fit some decorative items. Charles' Ferrari, or God forbid your old Renault, might have been able to fit a picture frame, or at most a small mirror. 

You sit behind Charles, who has taken a seat in the passenger seat. Kika and Pierre are talking through the rear-view mirror while you look out of the window.

The longer you think about what Charles said - or didn't say - the more uncomfortable you feel. The hem of the sweater seems to have slipped, the collar feels too tight and the sleeves are scratching your elbows. You're not sure what you were hoping for, what the right answer would have been. But you're not particularly happy with the one you got. 

You also want to be close to him, permanently. And you can also understand why the plan involves you staying away from each other inside the furniture store. But is that really necessary if you're just friends? Has he done something similar with his other female friends, or are you the only one who has to put up with this fuss? 

Your thoughts are going round and round in your head, but as if by magic they suddenly come to a standstill. But it's not magic, it's Charles' hand that has squeezed past his seat on the right and is now gripping your leg. You feel his fingers slide under the fabric of your jeans, where they rest against your calf. 

You try to regulate your breathing, but you can hear the blood pounding in your ears. Charles touching you is nothing new. You've been touching each other non-stop since last night, which doesn't help your feelings or your friendship, but it still feels indescribably good. 

It feels right the way his calloused hand wraps around your soft calf. It felt right the way his thumb stroked your cheek. It felt right to lie half-naked next to him in bed. 

It felt right to want him as something more. More than a roommate. More than a friend. 

And that's exactly why you slide your foot towards the car door, so that Charles can touch you more easily. You block out the voice that keeps whispering hypocrite to you as best you can. And the warmer his skin feels on yours, the tighter his fingers close around your calf, the better it works. 

"I'll let you both out right at the entrance and we'll park in the back of the parking lot," Pierre interrupts your thoughts before they're no longer PG. "You can go inside and we'll follow. That's the easiest way."

"Thank you very much," Charles says. "I'm sorry we're shamelessly taking advantage of you."

Pierre has to grin. "You're welcome to give me a position in Bahrain, then we'd be even."

"You'd have to get close to me on the track first."

The two men argue amicably until the car comes to a halt in front of the deserted entrance. Just as you are about to open the door, Charles's fingers gently squeeze your leg twice and you have to suppress a smile, otherwise Kika would tease you endlessly. As you both get out and the car drives away, she latches on to you. 

"Are you ready?" she asks as you walk towards the glass door together. 

"Definitely."

Kika has very good taste in decorating and if she hadn't become a model, she could definitely have worked at Ikea putting together those fake rooms. As you push a shopping cart in front of you, she skips through the aisles, grabbing anything that matches in color or style. Picture frames, vases, mirrors and fake plants that would look good on the windowsill in your room. 

She's examining which of the candles in front of her would go better with the vases in the shopping cart when your cell phone vibrates in your pocket. 

Charles: If one of the candles burns down our apartment, I'll have to charge you rent. 

Confused, you read the message before looking up and around. Charles is standing about twenty meters away from you, smiling at you over the shelves. You bite the inside of your cheek.

You: You don't need my money, Mr. Ferrari. After all, you make millions a year. 

You raise an eyebrow challengingly as Charles reads your message. You can see his grin clearly, even from this distance. 

Charles: If you burn down my expensive apartment, I'll have to find a new one, and they're not exactly cheap in Monaco, as you know. 

You: I thought it was our apartment?

Charles: If you let it burn down, you're welcome to keep it.

You: So you'd let me keep it? Our apartment?

Charles: I'd give you anything, mon amour. You just have to ask for it. 

You don't have time to think about his answer because Kika throws a stuffed animal dinosaur in your face. 

"Are you done flirting?" she asks, playing annoyed. "I'm trying to decorate your room and you'd rather flirt than help me."

You feel the blood rush to your face. "Excuse me?"

Her grin almost reaches your ears. "Gotcha."

"You can't possibly have caught me doing something I wasn't doing," you try to wriggle out of it, but Kika has bitten down like a little terrier.

"And why are you looking like you've eaten the last spoonful of tiramisu without asking if anyone else wants the rest?" 

"I haven't eaten any tiramisu," you defend yourself and hug the green stuffed animal tightly to your chest. 

"Not yet," she says gently and puts one of the candles in the cart with the rest. "But I'm afraid you could get diabetic if you're not careful with the tiramisu. A small piece is fine, but a double portion could almost be too much." 

You narrow your eyes. "I haven't eaten any tiramisu." Without taking your eyes off her, you put the green dino in the shopping cart too. "And I don't intend to."

"You're a bad liar," she says and stands next to you, wrapping her arms tightly around you. "But that's all right. I still love you. And when your room looks really cool soon, I'll take the outfit pictures for my Instagram in front of your mirror."

She gives you a peck on the cheek and you roll your eyes. "Charles was right. We need to change the locks, then you can't disturb us anymore."

"Disturb? Disturbing what? Eating tiramisu?" she grins and you would have loved to suffocate her with the green dino. Apparently Kika can read minds, because she quickly lets go of your arms and continues to skip happily through the corridors while you follow her with the shopping cart. 

"How much do you think the things you picked out for me cost?" you ask her as she picks out more plants.

She takes a look at the shopping cart. "Something between two hundred and five hundred euros," she replies with a shrug.

"Kika, that's too much. Way too much," you try to stop her as she walks over to the rugs on display. "I can't pay for it. I'm unemployed, remember?" You're about to turn the shopping cart around and return the selected items to their rightful places, but Kika stands in your way. 

"Charles offered to pay for this," she says, confused, resting her perfectly manicured hands on the metal grille of the cart. 

"He what?" you ask, looking around in the hope of spotting Charles somewhere. But he's nowhere to be seen.

"Pierre sent me a text message to leave the car at the checkouts when we're done. He said that Charles wanted to pay for it and that we should wait outside for them," she explains, tilting her head. "I thought he would have told you. I know you're unemployed, but because of the text message, I thought that - I assumed we could just pick out nice items without looking at the price."

You run your tongue over your teeth. "Give me a moment, please," you say briefly and leave her standing there with the shopping cart. 

You walk through every aisle, looking over every shelf in the hope of seeing Charles standing somewhere. And when, after ten minutes, you spot his brown curls in the furthest corner of the store, you don't care if the two of you are seen together. He's standing in front of a gray, hip-high box spring, with nice, dark bedding and comfortable-looking pillows placed on it. When you stop next to him, he doesn't look at you.

"I want to buy a new bed," he begins the conversation. "The one I have now is too low for me. What do you think of this one? I've tried it out. It's really comfortable and the perfect height for -" He falls silent before he can finish the sentence. 

"Kika says you want to pay for my things," you change the subject without answering his question. You don't take your eyes off the bed either. 

"That's correct."

"I don't want that," you say tersely. "I don't want you to pay for it."

"But I want to," he replies, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "Think of it as a gift."

"As a gift?" You raise an eyebrow. "As a gift for what?"

"For your friendship."

"You can have my friendship without buying me new things," you assure him, but you fall on deaf ears. 

"But I want to. I have so much money that I can't spend on my own, so I want to buy you nice things." He leans a little towards you so that your hands touch. "How expensive are the things? One thousand, two thousand euros?"

"Kika says five hundred at most."

"Then think of it as a small, early Christmas present," he says gently. Before you can object, he continues. "I want you to feel comfortable and if it costs me some money, then so be it. And it won't hurt my bank account in the slightest. So just say thank you and accept the gift."

"Thank you," you whisper reluctantly, but you know that it wouldn't do any good to go against his wishes. "Did you find something you want to buy?"

He smiles. "This bed, apparently. And bedding. And a mirror."

"Doesn't sound bad. I just hope you have as good a taste as Kika. After all, our things have to match," you joke.

Charles turns his head in your direction. "Then lie down on the bed, mon amour. I'd like to see how you look on it before I spend thousands of euros on it." As he says it and his fingers curl around your wrist, that feeling blossoms in your chest again.

You want to throw him on the bed in front of you, kiss him until you can't breathe and touch him until you can see stars. You want to feel his warm skin under your fingertips, feel his muscles tense as he pulls you on top of him and presses you against his firm body. You want to feel his weight on you as he lays you down on the bed and his lips trail down from your mouth. You want to - 

"Do you really think I'm going to try sleeping without you again when we've figured out that we both sleep better when we're together?" he asks, gently stroking the thin skin on your wrist with his thumb. You hope he can't feel your racing pulse underneath. "When we first met, you said that you hadn't had a decent night's sleep in a long time. And if it means I have to hold you in my arms so you can get a good night's sleep, then so be it. And it's not as if I don't enjoy having you close to me."

Before you can answer him, you feel a person standing at your other side and when you look, Kika is standing there. Her gaze flickers briefly to your hands before she turns to the bed as well. "Do any of you fancy a bite to eat?" she asks. "There's a restaurant nearby that serves incredibly good tiramisu. And it's never busy. We can go there if you like." She turns slightly in your direction and nudges you. "What about you? Do you want some tiramisu?"

More like a need than a want.

[yumeka-sxf]

In addition to Yor's epiphany scene, this scene was the other one I was most looking forward to in season 2 - a scene that, in my opinion, is one of the most Twiyor-ish scenes in the series so far 💖

Why is it so significant? Because there was no reason for Twilight to put on any Loid Forger acting in that moment. He wasn't conversing with nor being scrutinized by anyone. So why would he give that soft smile followed by such affectionate, comforting words as "お疲れ様/otsukaresama"? (this can be translated in many ways, but generally it's something you say to thank someone for their hard work).

The answer is because it's something he truly felt...he understood the sacrifice Yor made for Anya's happiness and genuinely appreciated it (if only he knew the sacrifice she made on the larger scale, lol). While he's a bit perturbed at first since some onlookers were snickering at him, it didn't take long for him to soften and then graciously carry his queen and princess the girls back to the ship 😭

But Twilight overall was really soft in this episode and I loved it~ From his blush upon seeing Yor to the several times he gave that same soft smile when talking with/looking at her...I think Anya was right when she called him out on the ship about missing his wife 😅

I liked how the anime conveyed his shock when noticing her bruised face...what must have been his thought at that moment? 👀

The scenes of the family activities translated better in animated form in my opinion. While they were each only a single panel in the manga, they lasted a few seconds each in the anime, plus the addition of the insert song helped the with the comfy, wholesome vibe~ Also the part where Yor inadvertently chucks Anya across the ocean is still hilarious.

Loid's dorky skip at the beginning of the episode translated very well in animated form too 😅

The ending of this chapter in the manga always felt a bit rushed to me...it quickly jumps from the aforementioned scene of them returning to the ship, to suddenly being home, reuniting with Bond and Franky, having a meal together, then Twilight meeting Sylvia, all within a few panels. Even though I wish the anime added more than just some additional scenes of the ship leaving the island, I felt it flowed much better in the anime since, just like the family activities, each scene in the ending lasted a second or two instead of being a single illustration.

But I love how this chapter/episode ends, with Yor, Anya, and Bond napping while Anya draws about her family vacation. This seems to take place the next day or maybe later the same day they got home, so makes sense they'd still be tired from the trip!

By the way, the manga has this additional scene showing that Olka and company are safe. Weird that the anime didn't stick it in at some point.

Also, the anime team didn't have to go so hard with this episode's key visual but they did...and I love it 😍 Might actually be my favorite of the key visuals so far!

I was very happy to see the "surrounded by liars" panel finally animated! This is such a funny scene and a great way to fully wrap up the cruise arc.

I also burst out laughing at Yuri's locker 🤣

Damian is surprisingly laid back in this episode. I think the reason is because Anya's antics aren't directly involving him. He tends to go total tsundere only when she's actually talking to him, lol.

The new scene of Yor getting the keychains for her coworkers was a nice addition! Guess it's canon that Yor and Anya didn't sleep for the entire trip back, lol. Glad they got to spend family time on the ship too! (though I wish we could have seen Yor's reaction waking up in Loid's bottom bunk bed, haha. He must have brought her to his room since he wouldn't know where her room is. Unless she woke up before he even put her in a bed, in which case she would have been super embarrassed knowing he was carrying her around in public 😆)

Looks like next week the anime will be changing the order of things a bit and giving us the Becky home-wrecking and Fiona chapters (the latter of which seems to have some anime original content?) The Becky chapter is one of my favorite stand-alone chapters...I'm already dying of laugher thinking about it 😂

[stylesispunk]

"I couldn't want you anymore" part 5

Artist! Joel Miller x Florist! Reader

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summary: when Sarah's mom comes back into Joel's life to fight for their past relationship, Joel needs to convince her he is in a happy relationship with the florist next to his gallery in order to make her go away. The problem is, that he and the florist can't stand each other's guts or that it's what he thinks.

warning: age gap (Joel is 36 and reader is 28). Remember that "Bee" is reader's nickname, fluff, some feelings are being confessed (again), angst (poor reader) mentions of an accident, and conflicted emotions.

a/n: This one is more than 6k. I don't love this one as the last one, but I wanted to deliver this one to you. Sorry for the drama during this chapter, I was PMSing haha. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated, please share your thoughts with me, I love reading your comments and send ne any ask if you want ❤️ Sorry for any grammar mistake.💌 p.s the first line is a reference to all too well 😭

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After 3 long months in the grave. The flowers died of thirst. The place that once seemed full of life, now it was an empty street of broken pieces left behind by your ghost, and for Joel, passing by your shop every day seemed to be the hardest task of his life.

As time passed by, the cobblestones outside your shop remained empty, echoing the silence of what once was the first page of you and him. Joel couldn’t help but wonder how he had let something as precious as that slipped through his fingers, a regret that would haunt him for a long time to come. 

Meanwhile, you found yourself far away from the streets of that life. Still in town, but trying to leave behind any trace of him and the painful memories of the night Joel broke your heart.

Your place now was next to Connell. After your castle crumbled, he was there, and before life separated the both of you, he fit in your life. He built the fire to kept you warm after the storm that left you stranded, and both of you had made the decision to give your love story a second chance. This time, taking tiny steps to build a steady castle. After all, he acted like a prince, taking you out on dates, and expressing his affection through gestures that left you feeling unworthy of his kindness. 

 You had become someone you weren’t. The one with the knife, a liar.

And these few weeks leading up to your new life in London were fulfilled by different emotions. You were busy taking care of some things, closing down your flower shop, and making arrangements for your upcoming journey. It was a bittersweet time filled with farewells to old friends, packing up your life, and starting to write the pages of your new book.  

But you still thought of Joel, the memories of him were hard to erase. He remained a lingering presence in your thoughts. You could still see you both lost in those memories, but it was never real. You shared something that didn’t work beyond words and fake actions for the world to see. And you just hated your persistent temptation to ask what would be different if you had never let those three words escaped from your lips. You may still have moments together, he may still have been part of you, but at what cost?

During the course of these three months, Lily and Tommy got together. The news left you speechless at the beginning. You were happy for them even when it was unexpected. You never saw the signs or you were just mesmerized by the other Miller to even notice Tommy was making his way through your best friend’s heart. Now, they were building their own love story, creating a heartwarming contrast to your journey. Their relationship served as a reminder that love could be found in different places. 

But for you, moving on wasn’t easy. The pain of a broken heart, mixed with the sweet memories you were leaving behind alongside the life you once knew, weighed heavily on your mind. And the biggest fear heightening over your shoulders was the intense fear of hurting Connell. 

Connell, the one thing you did right in your life. The man you knew you wanted to marry once you met him, who had always treated you right. The thought of causing him to regret you because of pain was almost unbearable.

You knew he deserved nothing but happiness, and you wondered if your relationship with Joel had permanently damaged your capacity to truly commit to and reciprocate his love.

Of course, you loved him, but you just weren’t in love with him.

And you found yourself almost every night deeply sighing in the middle of the night, wondering if Joel was still up thinking about you the same way you still thought about him. And you bet he thought you still hated him, even when you had spent the last three months thinking about the minimal chance of him coming back to you, asking for your forgiveness, and stopping you from going to another country to start a new life. 

But after three months, he had gone radio silent, and you were dreaming about him touching your face, asking if you wanted to try it for real this time.

And you despise yourself for it.

You had Connell giving you all his love, and you were becoming a knife ripping his heart.

Connell had been the one in charge of helping you to sell your shop, as you didn’t want to spend the time in that place and accidentally running into Joel.

Saying goodbye to the place you made so many memories was hitting hard on you, and you could see the love and concern in Connell’s eyes as he told he had managed the sale. Nevertheless, he spared you from details of the buyer’s identity and only walked straight to your room without uttering more words. He carried the weight of this decision on your behalf.

the next day, when he was supposed to go to the shop and give the new owner the keys of your now ex-flower shop. An emergency call prevented him from going, so he told you to go instead. 

And you couldn’t lie, even when you had decided to distance yourself from your shop and everything associated with your past, the thought of saying a final goodbye in person didn’t seem like a bad idea. You wonder about the new owner's identity, the person who would now hold the keys to a place that had been a special of your life. 

As you stood outside the shop, you took a deep breath to steady your trembling hands, so you stepped inside. The familiar scent of what was left of the flowers that once adorned the place, and the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the windows, made your heart break at the thought of leaving. 

But in the end, your eyes fell upon the last person you expected to see, Joel. He seemed just as taken aback as you were. 

“Bee,” he said, softly,  making himself believe you were in front of him.

Your name seemed foreign slipping through his lips, the same ones brushing over your skin not long. 

You even feared speaking and risking another goodbye.

For a moment, time stopped, as if the world outside these walls didn’t exist. Your heart pounded in your chest.

Your heart raced as your eyes locked onto his, and a mix of emotions surged within you.

"Joel," you finally managed to say, your voice carrying surprise. His presence stirred memories, both beautiful and painful, and it was hard for you to face them. "What are you doing here?"

Joel hesitated, his eyes searching yours for a sign of understanding. "I… Connell sold your shop to Tommy” he said. 

Your heart constricted at the mention of Connell selling the shop to Tommy. You knew there was more behind that statement. You had gotten to know Joel to know he was lying through his teeth right now, but you had rather ignore that feeling settling in your heart. 

He cleared his throat. “I didn’t know you’d be here.” 

"Tommy bought the shop?" you asked, trying to wrap your head around the situation.

Joel nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. "Yes, he did. He thought it would be nice since you love this place so much.”

That stirred a mix of emotions within you, but you pushed them aside for the moment. “And why are you here instead?

“He couldn’t make it and I thought Connell was coming” Joel answered, "But it’s nice to see you.”

The tension in the room was palpable, and the weight of unspoken words hung heavily in the air between you and Joel. The past few weeks, becoming in three months , had left their mark, and you weren't sure how to navigate life with those permanent wounds. 

Joel's presence, felt so strange to you now. The familiarity of his face, his voice, and the way he looked at you brought back a flood of memories of the stolen kisses you found yourself missing so much. 

“When are you leaving?” He asked, knowing that this would be the last time he was going to be able to have you in front of him. 

“In a week” you answered shortly. 

Joel's heart sank at the confirmation. He had everything in his hands to prevent the end of your story, but he didn’t want to stop you from finding peace and happiness in the arms of a man who truly deserved you in every way. You had chosen to start a new chapter in London with Connell, and he was the character from a chapter you were leaving behind.

He looked at you, searching for something in your eyes, a glimpse of the love you told him you felt for him. But it was hard to read your emotions. You felt a foreigner before his eyes. 

"I see," he replied, trying to hide the pain in his voice.

The room felt heavy with unsaid words and unfinished written pages. You both had left things unsaid, Joel especially, and the future was uncertain. You couldn't help but feel the pull of what once was, even as you tried to move forward with your life.  

Joel realized he had to make his peace with your decision. He had been given a chance to say those three words, three months ago, and he had to accept that he had ruined his opportunity with you. Your upcoming goodbye was a reminder that time was running out for him to say what needed to be said.

"Bee, I won't hold you back," he said, his voice gentle. "But before you go, there's something I need to tell you."

Your gaze met his, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes. There was a vulnerability in him that you had rarely seen. Joel's next words would be crucial and may be a turning point for both of you.

As Joel was on the edge of saying something, the door chimed softly as it opened.

It was Connell. His entrance created an unexpected interruption, and the atmosphere grew tense.

You shared a brief glance with Joel, and the weight of the unspoken words lingered heavily.

Joel addressed Connell first; his voice laced with an attempt to save you from any problem. "We were just saying goodbye.”

Connell acknowledged this with a nod but couldn't shake the feeling that he had walked into something else.  

“I thought you were busy,” you said to Connell, walking to his side.

“I finished earlier” he gave you a small smiled as he touched one of your arms “You can wait for me outside” he told you, trying to give you reassurance.

You nodded, glancing one last time at Joel, the tension remained inside the room, and the words Joel had been on the verge of sharing with you were left hanging in the air.

And you finally exited the room, saying your last goodbye to Joel without uttering a word. 

Once you left the shop, Connell spoke first, his voice carrying a serious tone "Joel, I know you want her to forgive you, but I want you to know that she's important to me and I love her."

Joel nodded, understanding the weight of Connell's words. "I know, Connell. And you've been good to her. I've seen that."

Connell hesitated, searching Joel's eyes for sincerity. "She deserves to be happy.” 

Joel's gaze was unwavering as he replied, "I know she does. And if that means she's happier with you, then I won't stand in the way."

Connell kept silence for a moment. “You didn’t tell her, did you?”

Joel shook his head.

“Thank you. She would have killed me if she knew I sold the shop to you”, Connell said, with a tint of humor in his tone. 

Joel managed a small smile at Connell's comment. It was an attempt to lighten the atmosphere even though the underlying tension remained. "I wouldn't have wanted to give her another reason to be mad at me."

Connell nodded in understanding. "I appreciate that, Joel. I just want her to have a fresh start, free from all this mess”

Joel's gaze turned thoughtful. "I want that too, Connell. She deserves to move on and be happy."

Connell looked at Joel for a moment. “You made her happy too. Don’t blame yourself too hard, Joel” 

Joel met Connell's gaze, gratitude and sadness intertwined in his eyes. "Thank you, Connell. It means a lot to hear that from you."

The two men shared a silent moment, the weight of feeling they both share for you intertwined lives somehow.

Joel took a deep breath, finally breaking the silence. "I should get going. You both have a new life to start."

Connell extended his hand, and Joel shook it firmly. "Take care of her, Connell."

Connell nodded; his grip steady. "I will, Joel. And you take care of yourself too."

With that, Joel turned and walked away, leaving behind the memories he shared with you inside this place, the first stolen glances, the fighting, the laughter, and the cups of coffee you left for him every morning. All that being left behind, buried.  

As Joel stepped out of the shop, he turned and locked eyes with you for what felt like the last time. The weight on both of your hearts hung in the air. In that fleeting moment, your gazes held longing and hurt. You were the tear hanging inside his heart. 

And Joel's eyes searched yours for a final glimpse of love. He had wanted to say so much, but the timing had never been right, and now it was too late, but he hoped that you’d find your way back in the end. 

You met his gaze with sadness and understanding. There was something about him that made your heart clench. He had been the man who touched your soul before your skin, and how would it be possible for you to forget about that?

You offered a small nod, and he returned it in kind, sharing that secret language you both learned, as a silent goodbye. 

Was that “I love you” the worst thing he had ever heard?

And then, as quickly as it had begun, Joel turned and walked away, disappearing into the distance. The chapter you had shared was closing, and as he faded from view, you knew it was time to look ahead, to embrace the new beginning that awaited next to Connell miles away. 

Connell watched that unspoken interaction and sensed the weight on your shoulders. He walked over to you, and gently pressed a kiss on your forehead, as a tender gesture, a silent promise of a future without wounds to take care of.  With his kiss, he silently looked for reassurance that you weren’t having second thoughts. 

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The warmth of the evening had set the perfect backdrop for a dinner in the backyard. You and Connell had prepared a delightful spread of chicken, grilled vegetables, and a bottle of wine that Connell had selected for sharing with your friends. Lily and Tommy sat around the wooden patio table, the soft glow of string lights overhead casting a warm glow.

As Tommy and Connell got engrossed in a conversation about their favorite sports teams, you and Lily found yourselves drawn to the quieter solace of the backyard. There, under the starry sky, you could speak without being overheard.

You looked at them, attentive, with a serious expression, your eyes reflected the soft, flickering light.  

Lily glanced at you; concern etched across her face. "A penny for your thoughts, Bee bee?” 

You took a deep breath, “I think I’m a little bit nervous about next week.” 

Lily's eyes filled with understanding as she listened intently. “Nervous about London? Or leaving Joel behind?”

Your gaze shifted, and you looked at Lily with surprise. It was as if she had read your thoughts, as always. You nodded slowly. "Both, actually.” 

Lily leaned in closer, her voice a soft, comforting murmur. "Bee, it's okay to have mixed feelings. Leaving behind a place and someone who meant so much to you is never easy. But it's also the beginning of this new adventure with Connell."

You sighed, feeling grateful for Lily's understanding. She made you feel at ease with your racing thoughts. “I just wish it were simpler, you know? I don't want to hurt anyone. I couldn’t forgive myself if I hurt Connell” 

At that moment, your and Connell's gazes met from the distance. He gave you a big smile which you mirrored, but it didn’t reach your eyes. 

You felt Lily’s hand on yours as a gesture of reassurance. “You have a big heart, Bee. Connell loves you for who you are. Trust in that."

Lily's words were a soothing balm to your worried mind. Her support and the warm of her friendship alongside the starry evening created a special moment in her last days in this place. You knew that leaving the past behind was never a straightforward journey, but it was reassuring to have a friend who understood your complexities.

As Connell's gaze met yours and you exchanged smiles, once again, you realized that your anxieties didn't mean you loved him any less. The weight of the past could coexist with the past, and maybe you could learn how to fall in love with him again. 

Joel managed a fragile smile, and he held your hand as if it were the lifeline he needed at that moment.

Sarah and Tommy lingered in the doorway, watching the two of you with tiny smiles on their faces. 

Joel spoke softly, "I'm sorry for worrying you, Bee."

You shook your head, your voice filled with genuine concern. "Don’t say anything” you said as you laid your head on his chest, as if hearing the beating of his heart would reassure you, he was going to be okay.

As you leaned your head against Joel's chest, seeking comfort in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, you didn't notice Connell watching the two of you from the hospital lobby. His expression was unreadable. There was concern, understanding, and a tinge of jealousy. 

Connell had supported you through everything since you both were eighteen years old, and he loved you deeply. But seeing you in this moment with Joel stirred emotions within him that he couldn't fully process, leaving a siren in his mind.

Sarah and Tommy decided to leave the room, giving the two of you some privacy. Joel's hand gently rested on your back, his fingers tracing comforting patterns down your spine as if his fingers were brushes tracing lines on your back.

Joel spoke again "Bee, I know I've made a mess of things, but I want you to know that you mean a lot to me. More than I can put into words."

You didn't respond with words. Instead, you tightened your grip on him, holding him close, and Connell remained in the background, his thoughts and feelings his own, as you and Joel found peace in each other's presence. 

Once you were back home, you were awfully quiet for Connell’s like. He had seen the way your face sparkled when you were with Joel in his room, how you held him tight, and how you seemed terrified at the thought of losing him.

It was the moment in which Connell realized he wasn’t the one anymore, but he didn’t want to admit it. He wanted to hold onto the memories. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked you, trying to make you talk.

Connell's voice pulled you out of the storm inside your mind since your arrival from the hospital. You turned to face him, offering a faint smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

"I'm okay, Connell," you replied, though your tone carried a hint of sadness. "Just a lot to process."

He nodded; concern showed across his features. "I understand. It's a lot to take in. But you know I'm here for you, right?"

You appreciated Connell's support more than you could express. He had been a rock in your life. It was just the reappearance of Joel after these three months and the accident had stirred up a multitude of feelings you thought didn’t exist. 

"I do,” you said, reaching out to take his hand. "You've been amazing, and I love you for that."

Connell's smile brightened at your words, and he squeezed your hand gently. "I love you too” he declared as he kissed your temple, as a way to find reassurance. 

You hugged Connell tightly as if to reassure yourself that you were still grounded in the present, even as the past loomed large in your heart and mind.

But for Connell, the pages were clearly written and he knew your heart didn’t belong to him anymore. 

One week later, and the night before your departure for London, everything seemed bittersweet around you. You were finished packing what was the last of your belongings, and the weight of leaving your life behind was the heavier suitcase you were carrying.

During the last week, you didn’t see Joel. All the updates about his recovery were through Lily, and the only thing you knew was that he had been dispatched from the hospital today.

You really wanted things between Connell and you to work out, so you made your promise to not see Joel again in order to do that. That night in the hospital was the goodbye you needed, and that was it. He was okay, so you were okay. You had bled, but your wounds would heal sooner than later. 

Nevertheless, Connell had been watching your movements for the last few days, and now, as you were carefully folding your clothes and going through the last-minute preparations. He found the strength to speak up. 

"There's something I've been thinking about," Connell began, his eyes reflecting the depths of his feelings.

You paused in your packing, looking into Connell's eyes, eager to hear what he had to say. "What is it?”

Connell took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. " I don't want to be the reason for your regrets."

Your heart pounded in your chest as Connell spoke, tears welled up in your eyes. 

“You love him,” he said in a breathy voice. 

He wasn’t thinking about himself anymore, or where you would go after this, he was thinking about you. 

“Connell, we’re leaving tomorrow. I’m with you and I love you” you whispered, trying to convince him, and mostly yourself at the same time. 

Connell nodded, his own eyes brimming with tears. "You love me, I know, but you’re not in love with me.” 

You wiped away a tear, your voice trembling. "Connell"

“You’re in love with Joel and he is in love with you”, he declared.

As much as he was devasted by the thought of letting you go, he wanted you to be happy. He would give you everything, even when he would be a little in between for a while.

You shook your head. “He isn’t.”

“Then why did he buy your shop?”

“What?” Your eyes widened. You felt shocked and confused. “Why?”

Connell reached out and took your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "I think he did it because he thought you would come back and because he is in love with you.” 

Connell gazed at you with a mixture of sadness and love. "And I love you enough to let you go” " He said “You need more time to figure things out, and I don’t want you to go with me if you can’t do that.”

His words pierced your heart. 

“I don’t want you to hate me,” you said, whispering. 

Connell chuckled softly, Connell squeezed your hand gently, and then he cupped your face with his hand to look at you in the eyes. “Nothing you say or you do would make me hate you” You leaned in his touch and hugged him tightly, crying on his shoulder.

“I love you more than I could express.” You mumbled.

Connell held you tightly, his embrace filled with love, even though he knew it was time to let you go. His heart was heavy.

And the next morning, with one last, lingering kiss, you and Connell let each other go. You watched him boarding the plane, and as it took off, your eyes watered, you let your tears fall down your cheeks.

That plane carried Connell away from your life again, and you held onto the final image of Connell, offering a gentle wave and a bittersweet smile, muttering an “I love you” at you before disappearing from your sight. 

Once you got in your car, you felt the weight of your emotions pressing down on you like a heavy blanket suffocating you. All the love, guilt, sadness, and anger crunched your heart, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

In the spare of seconds, Joel came to your mind and you felt anger surging through your veins like fire. You couldn’t help but blame him for ruining the opportunity you had to move on. You questioned yourself why you still wanted to go back to him and why he was coming back to you in your dreams as if he wanted to taunt you, and your frustration grew.

With a burning feeling settled in your chest, you made your way to Joel's house. You couldn't understand why he had bought your shop, why he had disrupted your life once again, so once you arrived, you stormed out of the car, determined to confront him. 

 You stood at his doorstep, your knuckles brushing against the wood, your heart pounding in your chest. When the door opened, there he stood, still bandaged from the accident. He looked surprised at seeing you here. 

"Joel," you began, your voice laced with anger. "Why?”

His brows furrowed, and he stammered "Bee, I thought you'd be on a plane to London with Connell by now."

You met his surprised gaze with anger. "I was supposed to be, but Connell stopped me from it.” 

Joel seemed surprised, but something in his gaze showed relief at knowing you would still be here. He stepped aside, allowing you to enter his house, and you both moved to the living room. The familiar surroundings seemed to echo with memories of your last time together. The three words you confessed to him, the way he broke your heart, and then you walked out of his life. 

“Why did you lie to me?” you demanded “Why did you tell Tommy bought my shop, when it was really you?”

You were met with silence.

“Why did you buy it, Joel?” you shouted. 

“Because I knew you would come back to me,” he said, as a matter of fact. Simply as if he owned you.

Your anger flared at his audacity. "You can't just manipulate my life like that, Joel! You can't decide things for me without even asking” Your voice suddenly deepened. “And for what do you even want me?” you asked “For playing with my fee-“

Joel's lips crashed onto yours, and for a moment, you were stunned into silence. The kiss was intense and filled with all the longing and regret Joel felt. 

As he pulled away, his eyes bore into yours with an intensity that took your breath away. "I bought the shop because I couldn't bear to see you go without a chance for us to make things right."

You were caught between anger and desire, your heart racing from the sudden kiss. "Joel, you can't just kiss me and expect everything to be fixed."

He reached out to cup your face, even with one of his hands broken, his thumb gently tracing your cheek. "I'm not expecting that, Bee. I just needed you to know that I love you”

 Torn between your anger and the lingering love you felt, you took a step back, away from his touch.

“What?”

“I love you,” he said, not taking his eyes off you. “I’m in love with you.” 

Your eyes and mouth were wide open, but you still managed to shoot him a glare. You could pretend you didn’t hear him and leave. You didn’t trust yourself right now, but his big brown eyes prevented her from walking away.

He told you he was in love with you.

Your voice wavered as you replied, "Joel, you can't just say that now. Not after everything that happened."

He took a step closer, his eyes searching yours. "I know I should have said it earlier, and I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused. But it's the truth, Bee. I love you, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes me to make things right."

You struggled to maintain your composure, you were shocked,

“Are you going to say something?” he whispered. 

 "Joel, it's not that simple” you spoke

He nodded, his expression earnest. "I understand that. I know we have a lot to work through, and I'm willing to take the time and the effort.” 

Your heart ached at his words, and the internal battle you had been fighting raged on. "Joel, I need time to think and process all of this. I can't make any promises right now."

Joel reached out to gently touch your arm, a silent plea in his eyes. "I'll give you the time you need, Bee. Just promise me you won't leave” he said, cupping your face.

You found yourself relaxing with his presence and touch, by nodding your head as a silence promise. 

 "Okay,” you whispered.

Your head was a thunderstorm of infinite questions running through your head. You had so many, but you didn’t know where to start. 

He smiled at you, and that made you lose your mind and you don’t know what to do, what to express, or how to act. 

“I’m glad you’re okay” you whispered.

Joel's smile held a genuine warmth, and his thumb traced soothing patterns on your cheek. "I'm glad I'm okay too, and I'm grateful you're still here."

The two of you stood there in a moment of fragility as your eyes locked onto Joel’s.

You had to go before you lost your mind, and you needed space to clear your head. You took a step back, your gaze not quite meeting his. 

"I need to go now, Joel. I need time to think."

Joel's expression showed understanding, and he nodded. "I get it, Bee. Take all the time you need."

You turned and headed for the door; your steps were slow as if a string was pulling into him. The weight of what started as a simple game between you two, the confusion of the present and the uncertainty of the future were heavy on your shoulders. You needed time to heal your scars, to figure out what your heart truly wanted.

Before leaving, you glanced back at Joel, and for a brief moment, your eyes met again, unspoken words flowing in the air. Then, you stepped out, leaving behind the man who had both broken and mended your heart, and who now waited for your decision.

It was his time to wait now.

a/n: Okay, so now he bought the shop because he knew she was going to come back to him somehow and he wanted to have it for her because the flower shop was important to her and after all, he has the keys to her heart (yes, as cheesy as it sounds). Now, he has to fix everything and suffer a little because the reader (bee) has to be loved. btw I'm already thinking about the next fic

tags: @joeldjarin @borhapparker @fatima-marisa @kirsteng42 @paleidiot @harriedandharassed @runningmom94 @pedr0swh0r3 @ssacharcoalgrey

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An Animalistic Disaster

CH-26: A heavenly scandal

Masterlist

Summery :Where an expected past of Vaggie is revealed and king of hell despairs for absence of his daughter.

A.n: Holy shit guys I'm so so sorry I forgot about Vox in the last chapter:') writing about all these characters together is a pretty big challenge. I only noticed after you guys pointed it out. That's one of the reasons I don't want to add too many characters here, cause it's hard to write for all of em🥲

Also Luci won to be a love interest! You can check in wattpad, ao3 and Tumblr!

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Vox rarely feels this ecstatic as he does now.

Staying with you and the others might have been the best choice he had ever made. Sure it annoyed and bothered him to no end trying to endure all these pesky nobody's ordering him around. He didn't care for them and neither did they. He was staying there cause he had no other place to go. But he was biding his time till he could show his middle finger to you all and go build up his place with the other members of the V's.

But oh boy does he feel giddy like a little child now. During the last whole episode, he made sure to stay far away from the group. Whenever he tried to get closer, he didn't miss the way others gave him nasty glares. So he did the next best thing and watched from a distance and concealed his presence as much as possible. He didn't have power here. He couldn't act out.

This episode was absolutely fucking amazing. Alastor? That..that guy's in a fucking leash?? Hahahaha ohh that's fucking hilarious!! While chaos was unfurling amongst others, he was hyperventilating in a corner. He might have gotten a little too excited at the news as he felt the insides of his pants stiffen. Ahh,he can't watch like this..

He excused himself to the bathroom to calm down while no one was looking. He washed the drool on his face that was falling without him knowing. When he looked at the mirror, he saw a crazed look expression. He laughed again. Ah, he could get used to this feeling....

He soon returned to the room just before you started the episode again. His gaze locked onto the fluffy brown ears on Alastor's head while grinning to himself. It seemed like Alastor knew what was going on as his ears twitched. Vox wondered for a moment how he felt right now..to have his ultimate secret revealed in front of all the others..ahh..he almost wished he had the TV face again just so he could record his expressions and watch it over and over again.

The rest of the episodes ended soon enough. He thought the king of the hell, Lucifer as a bore. Honestly, he expected better. But guess he shouldn't have raised his expectations seeing how his daughter turned out to be. Finally it was time for the next episode.

Charlie was freaking out trying to pack everything even though she was only going to heaven for a few hours.

' The thing with the...thing, um, fuck, gah, I'm such a bad liar. '

You briefly wondered for a moment why was it that Vaggie was so reluctant to go to heaven. A small thought passed in your head of all the theories you saw that said Vaggie might have been an ex-exterminator. You wondered if that was true.

' Val had me working 16 hours straight on a fucking whim. '

Holy 16 fucking hours?? God damn.. how's he still walking?

Suddenly a wall of the hotel exploded with glitters.

' What up you hoes! '

' Ho-holy shit, Cherri bomb? Long time no see, baby! '

" Fucking finally I'm in a scene! Haha, did ya see that (Y/n)? " Cherri turned to you pointing at the screen. You were equally as excited seeing her, if not more. You thought the show had forgotten her.

Cherri handed Charlie a live bomb laughing. Vaggie quickly took the bomb from a panicking Charlie and threw it outside.

' Come in, what you really need is a recharge. A reinvigoration, a re...'

' Responsible night on the town! '

Cherri was trying to get Angel to go out to have fun when Charlie butted in and introduced herself to Cherri. Charlie suddenly decided Cherri and Angel would be taking everyone out today to have fun. Cherri beside you looked at the screen with 'WTF' face. She never agreed to this shit.

' Wait I am only here for Ang...ooh! Never mind. Let's go! '

Cherri was about to deny but stopped when Charlie gave her a big bundle of cash. Cherri smirked beside you. " Now we're talking ~"

Charlie gave Cherri the duty to look after everyone and just...threw Vaggie..into the portal to heaven. Girl could have been more gentle, damn.

Pentious spit out his drink seeing Cherri suddenly. He was about to challenge Cherri to a battle but she told her she's just here to go out with them.

' What? What do I do? What do I wear? '

' Don't fucking touch me, you managed dickhead! '

Ohhh~ was that a blush you saw? Or was it cause of the pain. It was surely a blush right? Does our snakey boy here have a crush on his 'Arch-nemesis'? You smell a new ship incoming.

Charlie and Vaggie finally arrived at heaven. Charlie was excited as fuck and Vaggie not so much.

' Hiya! Welcome to heaven.'

Okay...who was this spoon looking dude again? Ah right, saint Peter. Why does he look like that!

' Saint Peter, we can take it from here '

Angel's true forms are rather scary. Yikes. Two angels named Sera and Emily landed in front of them. Emily seemed to excited and happy. Kinda reminded you of Charlie. While Sera was composed.

' Dearly beloved, it is my pleasure to say unto thee

Welcome to heaven, Oh-oh '

A new song! Cool! This should be fun.

' Cause here we got no worries, got no burglaries, no strife

It's the perfect afterlife

Welcome to heaven Oh-oh '

" Is that Molly??" You quickly shouted pausing the screen. Angel quickly whipped his head around. Molly..? His sister? Angel leaned to the screen quickly taking a good look.

" T-that's Molly right..tell me I'm not crazy.." Angel finally leaned back with a conflicted yet happy smile. " So she went to heaven, thank fuck." You smiled at him. He must be a really caring brother.

' The spirits leaven, oh~ '

" That guy just moaned " Husk commented nonchalantly making some of you lose your shits laughing. You were all thinking it even though none of you said it. Charlie blushed and spread her hands. " Guys, guys! Focus, it's just the song!"

" Yeah, he must be a real freak to moan in song like that ~" Vox replied with a smirk. Charlie huffed looking at him. You quickly resumed the episode again before a fight broke out.

' And everyone is hot! '

" Yeah, that guy's a freak alright "

" Angel!"

Emily started singing later. You were just glad you didn't have to hear that guys moa-singing again.

' After you see our realm

You'll never want to go back down '

Emily held Charlie's hand and Vaggie was not pleased. You looked at Vaggie who was making the exact same face. Vaggie had many curse words going in her mind now. You thought it was best to not bother her.

The song ended while Charlie, Vaggie and Emily passing Adam and Lute. Oh this couldn't be good...

' Better then waiting for the fucking extermination '

' Shhhh'

Okay, that was hot. Lute might be a dick, but that was hot. The way she pulled him down, you wouldn't be surprised if she pegged him. Though you felt like Adam was too hot headed for that. But who knows what goes inside the bedroom.

' No one but the exorcists can know about exterminations '

" Wait, fucking what?!"

Charlie almost exploded beside you. " No one in heaven knows about this?? They kill hundreds, thousands of us every fucking year and no one has a clue??" She stood up angrily. Even Husk, vox and others seems angry, confused and conflicted. " It seems heaven is playing a cruel joke on us my dear..." Alastor spoke with his brows furrowed.

" So none of the people above know how shitty the situation is hell? None but those monsters? This is just great" Angel rolled his eyes. " Heaven is just as fucked up as hell is... you're better of putting down this hotel Charlie....if this is the the heaven we're talking about..I don't think I wanna go there." Husk grumbled.

" Now now guys, calm down.... let's see this through first okay?" You held Charlie's hand and made her sit down again.

Sera and Adam talked later how he needed to keep things from getting worse. Charlie felt bit sad when Sera called her misguided, but guess she shouldn't have hoped for much.

Charlie was excited as fuck about heaven in the cartoon. The real Charlie...not so much. Charlie went out to go to a zoo with Emily but Vaggie stayed inside to rest. But then there was a knock. And it was Adam.

' Hey there Vag-asauras! '

Panic was rushing through Vaggie's mind beside Charlie right now. She bit her lips anxiously as she watched the scene unfold. This was going just was she feared. They going to reveal it aren't they? She wanted to run away, stop this from showing any how she could. But that would be too suspicious.

' Do you really think I wouldn't recognize one of my top girls just cause you're out of uniform? '

What....the fuck...

' You were on the front lines. I wouldn't forget a bad bitch like you. '

Time seemed slow down for the second time now. But now, it was for Vaggie instead of Alastor. Almost everyone of the hotel has a shocked or mortified expression including you. Vox whistled. Alastor has a large grin on his face. So this was the real Vaggie.

You knew it! All those theories were true! But....you just didn't expect them to reveal a large secret like this so soon. You thought it would come in season 2 or 3 like that.

Charlie whipped her head towards Vaggie, looking mortified. Vaggie put her hands up. " Charlie... listen I can explain..."

" Explain what Vaggie?? We've been together all this time and you've been hiding something like this from me?!"

You never saw Charlie this angry from the time you got to know her. By now, you knew fully well what you had to do. You wrapped your hands around Charlie. Charlie had a tear running down her face. Anger, shock, betrayal was evident in her eyes. How could she do this to me? Was I not trustworthy enough?

Angel and Husk had disappointed look on their faces. Even Niffty looked a bit sad. To think the person they entrusted their life to protect was one of the person that used to kill them. They didn't expect something like that.

You hugged Charlie close to you.

' Go, run. Now! '

"Vaggie.. you tried to save a little boy..? That's why you were cast down?" Charlie looked at her as Vaggie looked down shamefully. Reliving the memories of that day. And that giant X on her eye..the one that she lost was because of Lute.

Lute tore off her wings as well and Adam took her halo, leaving her to rot in hell. But Charlie found her right after.

' Their love is vile and blasphemous '

' Hot as fuck though '

Adam eww. Well you knew it was hot but listening it from him had a different meaning.

' But I wonder what your bitch would think if she found out you are actually one of us '

Vaggie groaned beside you resting her hand on her forehead. They were somehow able to calm the scenario somehow here in the real world, but she felt bad for how her cartoon self would deal with this situation. Knowing how things have been so far it will certainly be messy.

Charlie and Vaggie were in court then later. Charlie groaned seeing Adam in the court.

' Angel dust ! '

' Oh, yeah. The porn demon. '

Ayo? " Hold on, how does Adam know Angel dust??" You pointed out. Angel smirked beside you. " Damn, didn't know I was popular in heaven too heh"

Charlie asked Adam how can one go to heaven. Adam just made up random shit at the moment. Act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the man.

Charlie told them Angel was doing all three things and Adam just summoned some kinda orb to spy on him. Instantly almost everyone knew how much of a bad idea this could be. You were reminded of the pilot episodes interview where Angel embarrassed Charlie. God, you hoped it won't be like that.

It showed Angel and others in the party.

' I'll admit 'consent' is a good name for a sex club. '

You had to snicker at that. Yeah, it was a good name.

Niffty was still cleaning inside the club. Pentious reminded her it was not the hotel and she didn't have to clean.

' Ms. Bomb. I-i-i'd like to buy you a drink.'

' Why? Didn't you say we're arch-rivals? '

' Um...uh..because I'm buying everyone a drink! '

Poor snake. He was crushing so hard after Cherri that it was endearing. It seemed to click onto almost everyone head by then. Pentious looked away bashfully.

Cherri offered Angel some drugs to forget all his day. You bit your lips, hoping Angel would decline and not make Charlie embarrassed. Lucky for you, Husk seemed to come in clutch.

' I just....I just thought you were better then that. '

' Come on Angie, let's get fucked up! It's been too long. '

" Cherri, you're a bad influence..." Charlie looked at her pouting. " I told you in the show for a responsible night out and this!" She pointed at the screen. " Is not responsible!"

Charlie seemed to be still hot headed a bit from earlier circumstances. You patted her back and tried to comfort her. " It's hell, princess, get used to it. Besides we do this shit all the time."

" That's not-"

Vaggie tried to talk with her to calm her down but she just looked away and made you sat between them. Vaggie looked down almost hurt from the gesture. Seems like she still wasn't ready to talk with her. They both looked in pain. It was hurt to watch.

' Cherri I bought you a shot. B-because I bought everyone another shot! Hooray! '

" This loser's into that chick huh? You really think she's gonna give you a shot?" Vox cocky voice flowed from behind you guys. Pentious hid his face behind his hair blushing with embarrassment. " Oh come on, there's no way that snake bastard's into me! Are ya...?" She seemed a bit uncertain when her gaze fall over Pentious.

It was clear as water he was into her. But you didn't want to make things more awkward for the poor boy so you resumed the episode, making everyone pay attention there.

' The porn star chose a night of debauchery. '

Noooo, Angel! He agreed to take drugs and everyone saw! Why?? You got to see them again in the club. Angel took away Niffty's drink seeing she had too much. That was adorable of them .

Niffty kept running around causing trouble and Angel ran after her. Niffty went to the closet.

' Look she ain't used to this scene. I just don't want her to end up in the gutter like I used to. '

Awwww, Angel...that was so sweet..it was nice to see this side of him. But the Angel scolded her and she started crying. You squeezed Niffty on your lap.

' It's fine....ssshhh, hey, you wanna play with the kitty? '

" He doesn't mean me right?" Husk answer. " Cause I swear to fuck if he is-"

Husk was indeed the kitty. Niffty played with Husk as he submitted to his fate. " Aww, it's almost like you're her parents..." Charlie whispered. Angel and Husk immediately blushed at the thought.

' So, I was thinking, maybe you'd want to, uhm...do....a sex with me?'

You sequeled. You fucking squealed. " Let's go Pentious!" You were so proud of your boy right now. But soon quickly covered your mouth noticing everyone's eyes on you. " Oops..."

' Because I'm having sex with everyone here! '

Pentious nooo. What're you saying? He got dragged into a most probably orgy with a group of demons. You wiped a imaginary tear. At least you tried Pentious. At least you tried.

Apparently Valentino was inside the club as well. Just when they were about to walk away, they found Niffty gone and running towards Val. You already knew this was going to be bad...

' You're bringing me fresh meat?..oi!'

You wished Niffty actually tore his finger away.

' I said fuck off! I may have to put up with your bullshit but you ain't fucking with any of my friends. '

You felt like a proud mom. God this was so sweet. Ahhh...he cares so much for his friends! Charlie and you were on the same wavelength.

' Way to go kid '

Even Husk was proud of him. As soon as it ended you jumped up to hug him. Charlie and some others did too. Angel flashed a embarrassed smile. " Okay okay, let's start the show now."

' Ow! What the fuck!?'

'For my collection. Hehe'

" Hell ya Niffty! Way to go!" You squeezed her cheeks . He deserved that and many more. Seems like Niffty would be a good match for Valentino. Even he can't handle her. Alastor gave a thumbs up. He had about enough of that disgusting overlord as well. Pentious lost the chance to fuck Cherri by a few seconds.

' See! He did everything on your checklist! '

She was right, Sera

She showed us a soul can improve '

Ohh, another song! Cool ! And it seems like Emily was talking for Charlie. She was a nice character.

' It's not fair, Sera '

Charlie was getting angry now. Honestly it's deserved after the bullshit that was revealed just now. Vaggie tried to calm her down but she didn't want to listen. She kept arguing with Sera. You hoped after this, maybe all of heaven would finally see the hypocrisy they're going through.

' He blew his shit like the cocks in his mouth

This discussion is senseless and petty '

Motherfucker. What she did was hot but still. And you wanted to slap Adam for what he was doing. Most of the crew had a furious look on their faces now. Like they were present in that court themselves.

' Gotta say, I can't wait to....'

' Adam...'

Oh he was about to say it wasn't he?

' Come down and exterminate you! '

Yep, and there it is. You can't wait to see the chaos it would ensure.

' Wait! '

' Shit '

' What are you saying? Let me get this straight.

You go down there and kill those poor

souls? '

' You didn't know? '

" Fucking finally" Angel cheered. " Oh this is going to be good. Tell em Charlie!"

Emily had a heartbroken expression. She didn't want to believe they were this cruel. Poor Emily you thought.

' I wanted to save you the anguish it takes to

Do what was required '

The flaming fire in her eyes truly showed the for the evil that she was despite her kind gesture. Husk tsked beside you. You were happy Emily didn't take her bullshit and said she, an adult, didn't need protecting like a child. You were liking Emily more and more.

' Was talking of virtue just pretension?

Was I too naive to expect you

 

  To heed the morals your purveying? '

' That's what the fuck I've been saying!'

Heaven's full hypocrisy and two faced nature was revealed. There's no way this wouldn't shake heaven after this right? Charlie and Emily were almost like counterparts of each other as they started singing together. They had so much in common.

' The rules are shades of gray

Heaven's full hypocrisy and two faced nature was revealed. There's no way this wouldn't shake heaven after this right? Charlie and Emily were almost like counterparts of each other as they started singing together. They had so much in common.

When you don't do as you say

When you make the wretched suffer

Just to kill them again '

Those lines hit hard. The lore continues. You were fully invested.

' Did you ever think your little girlfriend might be a liar? '

' Don't, Adam, please! '

' What's the fuss?

Why hide the fact that you're an Angel

Just like us '

Charlie looked down sadly at the scene already knowing it by now. And Vaggie looked guilty. Sera took the angel's side and said there was no evidence of souls getting redeemed even after all that they saw.

' Because we're coming to your hotel first'

So there's going to be a heaven Vs hell battle in this season? You thought that would be like an end battle of the show of something after everything was done. The show is moving a lot faster then you expected.

Sera scolded Adam for his misspoke and Adam apologised and flew away. So that man could apologise, hmph. You wanted to slap this guy's face so bad.

' Please if you start to question, you could end up like Lucifer. Fallen.'

So just for that they had to accept whatever that was thrown at them? The audacity.

The episode ended like that. It was a tension filled episode...every seemed to visibly relax when they realized there was nothing else to watch, nothing else to discover about others. Charlie stood up before any of you could say anything. " I need a few moments...(Y/n), would you please come with me?"

Your eyes darted back and forth from Vaggie to Charlie. Vaggie hugged herself close and patted your back. "Go" she whispered. You nodded looking at Charlie as you stood up as well. Before following Charlie outside, you placed a hand on Angel's shoulder. " Look after Husk alright? Make sure Alastor doesn't lay a hand on him." Angel nodded with a grim expression, understanding the current situation they were in.

Charlie stood in the balcony with wind blowing through her long blond hair. Her ears were pulled back to her hair. You closed the door behind you as you slowly walked closer. Soft bristling sounds of wind alongside the faint chirps of crickets filled the air. But along with it, there was another new sound, soft sniffing sounds from Charlie.

You stood beside her leaning on the railing and softly patted her back, not knowing what else to do. She suddenly engulfed you into a hug and buried her face in the crook of your neck, full on crying now. You were bewildered for a bit before you wrapped your arms around her as well and rubbed soothing circles.

" I.....*sniff* I just can't believe..that..that she'd lie to me like this....(Y/n)... We've been together for years!*sniff* " you stayed quiet and let her vent for now so she could get everything out. Just like how you used to treat Melody.

" I know, I know Charlie... you're hurt aren't you?" Charlie nodded a bit. She was indeed hurt. She couldn't fathom how Vaggie could keep something like this secret from her. Did she not trust her in all these times they were together? Even though she always shared and told everything to her. She tried to search in the back of her head. Has she ever done anything to make her feel like she couldn't trust her?

When Charlie's words died down, you took it as a que to start talking now. " Charlie, have you ever thought she might have been just..I don't know, scared? To tell you about this?" Charlie's breath got stuck in her throat as she squeezed you tighter.

" But why?" Her voice came out as a hushed whisper. " I would have accepted her for what she is if she only just told me sooner ..."

" Then won't you accept her as she is now?"

You cupped her face in your hands and wiped away her tears with your thumb. A gust of wind passed by making both of your hairs sway.

" What...?"

" Won't you accept her now? Isn't your hotel all about giving second chances?"

Charlie looked deeper into your eyes. You were right. She couldn't imagine how guilty Vaggie must have felt. She should believe in her more. After all, Vaggie believed in her. She stayed by her side no matter how much others laughed at her or her plans.

" Yes....hah...okay.. I'll do it. I'll talk to her again."

" Atta girl!" You flashed her a big smile and patted her head making her flush. God she was falling even more harder for you now. Her heart was beating like crazy. You looked beautiful, stunningly beautiful under the pale moonlight. It was almost like the whole world was gone except for you. She leaned towards you before she knew what was happening.

It took a few seconds for you to understand what just happened. You placed your hand over your cheek where Charlie kissed you. The warm tingling sensation ran to the very core of your heart as you stood there dumbfounded.

" This is a thank you for what you did for me. I'll go talk to her right now."

Charlie smiled and went inside the cabin before you could say anything. You just stood there clutching the fabric over where your heart would be and blushing like a tomato. ' C'mon! Get a grip girl! She's already taken!' you slapped you cheeks to calm yourself and took a long breath as you went inside.

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[ Meanwhile in hell ]

" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T FIND HER!?!"

Lucifer's angry voice boomed throughout the room. The sinners and hellborn before him cowered in fear. He was in his devil form. The fire above his head burning brightly. Razzle and dazzle hugged themselves together whimpering a bit.

Lucifer's ears picked up the squeak as his eyes darted towards the two plush like dragons dangerously. " And you two..." In a flash, he was standing in front of them. " I thought your job was to protect my little girl?!"

They both cowered in fear. The once kind Luci had to actively stop himself from striking them. He sucked in a breath and looked at the lot before him.

" You guys are useless! Tell me about where she was last seen and about any unnatural activities that were seen this last month. I'll go find her myself."

" Yes your majesty "

Lucifer straightened his coat while taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

" Charlie Morningstar was last seen working on her new project, the 'Hazbin' formerly known as the 'Happy' hotel. She participated in a ' Redemption ' project in this so called Hazbin hotel.

The man before him turned a page.

" After participating in an interview with Katie, she left for her hotel. We've thoroughly interrogated her and Tom. However there were no leads."

With each words spoken, Lucifer only grumbled. The fear of losing his only daughter took root deep in his heart.

" Hazbin hotel was the last known place to see Charlie go into. As for unusual activities, my men have gathered this information."

The demon pushed a button on a remote as a screen appeared out of nowhere and showed pictures of the V's.

" These three overlord, known as the V's has been reported missing a few days after Charlie was last seen. In addition, there was apparently an old overlord named Alastor who has supposedly been missing for seven years, making an appearance just before the princess was gone. "

The demon pushed another button as it showed pictures of Alastor.

" The hotel seems to have been attacked from one side via something like a cannon or similar. We have tried to get inside but there seems to be some kinda forcefield around the area. We have not been able to get inside to investigate. This concludes my report."

The demon bowed before him as he stood up. Lucifer finally sat up from his throne and unfurled his wings. The demons and sinners watched in awe as he flew out of the palace and teleported straight to the hotel.

He could sense some kind of foreign magic at play as he touched the forcefield. However he was able to get inside the hotel without any resistance, almost like it wanted him inside. Pushing other thoughts away, he started to look around. His daughter came first.

The sharp clicking sounds of his boot echoed throughout the empty hallway before it stopped in front of the library. He could sense in all his being that the reason behind what's going on lay inside the room.

Slowly he inched closer to the room, step by step and stood in front of the glowing yellow book. " It was you... wasn't it... you're the one who took my daughter away.." He got down on one knee and took a closer look. It didn't seem like a hellish book, nor an angelic one..it seemed out of this place, out of this world almost.

He knew what he had to do. With shaky but determined hands, he reached out and went to flip it before he felt the book pulling him inside.

" No...no..wait..fuck...!"

He unleashed all his might to close the book, to overpower its might and pull it with him. He succeeded...in a way.

He felt like he was falling for a long time. It almost felt like the time he fell from heaven. But the book was right beside him, falling alongside. Stretching his hands, he tried to grab the book and flip through its contains using a little magic that seemed to weaken by the second. In what small amount of what he could read..his eyes widened, he started to whisper slowly.

" To reverse your fate, what you need to do is...."

After that, everything went black.

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It was an off day for Charlie and Alastor today. Adrian apparently had some business he had to take care of so he called your phone beforehand. Vaggie still had to go to her work and Pentious and Vox left to get new spare parts and junks today and also sell the things he has repaired. You sent Cherri to look after them and also hopefully to strengthen the bond between the snake and her. You would play the matchmaker between them if that's the last thing you do! Your snakey boy deserved a bit of happiness and love in his life.

Last night was a whirlwind of different emotions and experiences. After Vaggie and Charlie talked and made up, they seemed happier than ever. For some reason they also stayed close to you and snuggled up the whole night. They both told you how grateful they were for your talks. You could only blush and nod as you held the girls closer awkwardly. Unbeknownst to you, they were chuckling looking at each other and grinning the whole time. They knew they had found the right partner for them.

Others were seething in jealousy but stopped once they saw how relieved you were that they made up, they didn't want to make your mood sour again so they stayed away. Alastor's mood was especially the worst. He snapped easily at any and everyone and always stayed as far away from people as he could be. His fluffy deer ears seemed to be always up on alert. When Vox started to joke about him being on a leash, he jumped up on the guy and started choking him on the spot. It took you and a few others to resolve the situation.

So needless to say, it has been a tense enough morning. Currently it was afternoon and you were chatting with Niffty and Husk outside. Suddenly Niffty and Husk's ears pointed upwards as both looked at the sky. Niffty was the first to point it out.

" Look! Something's falling from the sky!"

You quickly followed her finger. Something indeed was falling and it seemed like it was some kinda bird. Without thinking you started sprinting while keeping your gaze up towards it. Oh no, you realized suddenly, you were too far away from where it's going to fall.

With one last push you leapt, catching the bird a few moments before it's fall and smashed your face against the ground while holding the bird up in your hands. Husk and Niffty quickly ran behind you. " Holy shit, kid, that was fucking reckless! Are you okay?"

Niffty helped you sit up as you coughed out some grass and dirt from your mouth. You brought your hand closer to see just what you caught. Just then something fell on Husk's head. " What the fuck-". That thing bounced on his head and fell on his hand as he opened it. It was a cane, a tiny cane with an apple on top of it. You looked at him just in time for a small hat to fly down and set on top of Niffty's head gently. Niffty looked up at it in surprise and brought it down.

" Hold up. Those two looks really familiar... wasn't those Lucifer's?" You whispered yelled. " That means...."

You slowly opened your palms. In there laid an unconscious cockatiel. Its whole body was fully white except the two red circles on its cheeks and small tufts of blond feathers atop his head, mimicking the hairdo of the king of hell. It's eyelids were velveetty coloured.

There was no doubt about it. This cockatail was Lucifer. The one that lay unconscious in your hands was the king of hell.

A.n: good golly it's finally finished. It takes a lot of time to write the episode reaction chapters cause I have to sit there pausing the episodes over and over, thinking what would this Character think? What would this Character do :') so I apologize for how late chapters are coming out.

I know many of y'all had many different variations of what Lucifer could be, what would suit him. I felt like a cockatail matches his appearance perfectly. Just look at them! Here's an edit I found

But fret not my dear readers,for anyone who thought other forms might suit him as well, be patient for the next chapter (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

I told you guys that Vaggie and Lucifer would have something in common. This something in common was their ability to fly. Cause I want all the angels to share something in common amongst them. So that's your hint for what Adam and Lute will be as well (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Till next time! Stay tuned ~

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Hello again! ✨💕

So… I know I was saying a while ago: “I’m almost done with my chapter, guyssss! 😜” like a lying liar who lies, but then the worst thing happened in my life, fr. 😭

My brother got put in the hospital (he’s okay now though! ❤️ Thank GOD 😭😮‍💨).

But anyway, it set me back on my chapter. 😭 So I’m not even gonna say I’m almost done or something. Ima just be like… I haven’t abandoned it and will never discontinue it. ✊😖 So… I hope that offers you all comfort. Lol.

Anyways! Moving on to more AWESOME things! Here is two ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL AND ASTONISHING fanart pieces on my SW Fic, Rewrite the Stars, focused on my SW OC, Melanie Bains, from the great and powerful artist known as @fangirlteallie ! 😁❤️💕

And there is also another doodle fanart page she sent me of Mel in different outfits that I always love so much. 🥰 Haha. Love that sleep deprived one and the one with Mel sticking her tongue out. Looool. 😂

As always, it is truly such an honor and a joy to have an an amazing artist such as @fangirlteallie so inspired and invested in bringing Mel to life. It’s so motivating to me as an author, and is one of the highest compliments an author can receive in my opinion. 😊 So just that future tip for anyone wanting a fave fic to start up again. 😂 Making fanart is a sure fire way to make an author go “Ahhhhh! Agsvsjhabsjbsb!!” ❤️❤️😂

Thanks so very much again! 💕

As always, still working on the next chapter 😭(I have decided to NEVER make a chapter this long againnn. 😖 I’ll just have to think up new Fic titles and quotes at the start of the chapters that’ll still fit the theme of the chapter, even if I have to split it up into two parts).

So very sorry, my little reader ducklings. 💔🥺 I just don’t want to rush it and spit out trash. 😭😖

It’ll be so, SO worth it when I’m done though, because you will have lots of Melakin scenes to tide you all over. Hehe. 💓🥰❤️‍🔥

My writing has also just improved a lot as well in general! So l'm very proud of this chapter, and will be so excited to share it with you all when I'm done. 💕🥰❤️

Until next timeee! 😜👋

The two AMAZING art pieces:

In the second one, Mel is holding Anakin’s right hand to her heart and pulling him subtly away from Palpatine. Anakin’s other is the one on her waist. The second art piece is one I specifically requested because it’s an idea that’s been stuck in my head for awhile from another art piece I saw on Obi-Wan and Palpatine holding each of Anakin’s shoulders, which shows the hold they both have over him.

So in this art piece, Mel and Palpatine are the ones fighting for a hold over Anakin. And as you can see from the crinkles in Anakin’s robes, dear old Palpy is trying to keep his claws dug in deep, because he’s already subtly losing his hold over Anakin as Anakin turns away from him and more towards the light (Mel. 🤭❤️💕). My and @fangirlteallie ‘s mindssss. The meta of it alllll. 🙌😌💙💙✨

The funny/cool Mel doodle of the week 😜:

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@ensomniaa

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@xreadersunite

@shoniwake

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Remembrance (Paper Stars pt 4)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count 2.4k

Content: Joel being a Dad, arguments, angst, fluff

A/N: A new chapter after just 3 days?? Im shocked too. I recently started watching The Mandalorian and took some pretty generic quotes from it. Anyways, lots of Joel content in this one.

Paper Stars Masterlist

    Joel was sitting in your living room again. He had made the habit of coming over to talk to you when he was free after he put Sarah to bed. You sat down beside him with a huff. “Welcome back to therapy Joel Miller, how can I help you today?” You joked, “Haha.” Joel deadpanned, glancing at the clock. When he first came over, he was afraid that he was keeping you up late to which you admitted that you had a ruined sleep schedule anyways and it was proven when he had woken up in the dead of night and noticed that the lights in your house were still on. A bad habit that he constantly nags at you to change.

   “Joel, what the hell?” You picked up his hand, a gesture that took him by surprise until he realised what caught your attention. “I accidentally cut myself at work, no big deal.” He explained, pulling away his hand that was filled with cuts, his fingers had plasters all over them. “Were you cutting wood or your fingers?” “The plasters were from my guitar and the cuts from work. It’s fine.” He insisted. You narrowed your gaze at him, “You’ve been playing guitar for decades Joel, I’ve never seen injure yourself till this point, even when you first started out.” “It’s just a precaution, in case wood shavings get into it.” Joel insisted, looking away from you, a sign that he didn’t want to continue with this conversation. You bit back the urge to ask anymore, gently settling his hand back on his lap. 

   Joel glanced at you, guilt welling up in his chest at the withdrawn look on your face. He knew you were worried, but he couldn’t tell you the actual reason behind his cuts yet, not now. He shifted in his seat, rubbing his palms together. “Are you having trouble sleeping?” You questioned, noticing the locket around his neck. He snapped out of his daze, “Oh, um, not really. It’s been better, just on some days.” He picked up the locket, fiddling with it. “I just wear it around these days, Sarah noticed it one day, said it quite suits me.” It was a lie, Sarah said that you suited him as a partner, not the locket. You grinned, jumping up excitedly before scrambling up your stairs. 

   When you came back to him, there was a bracelet around your wrist. The very same bracelet he had given you then. His eyes shone in delight, “That was weeks of pocket money, I’m glad you kept it.” Joel laughed, you frowned, “You’re such a liar Joel.” The smile on his face disappeared, “I asked you then! You said it didn’t cost much.” Joel grinned, pulling you closer as he admired the bracelet on your hand. “It didn’t, but it was still a lot for a high school student’s pocket money.” You shook your head at him, smiling softly at him. 

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   Tommy couldn’t seem to be able to wipe the smile off his face ever since he saw you. A warmth settling in his chest upon seeing you again. He had spent most of his savings just to afford the plane ticket here to see you. 

  “Cheers!” You downed the alcohol in your hand, “Can you believe it? We’re finally of drinking age.” Tommy said. You beamed at him, “Fucking blessing, I can drown in my sorrows openly now without worrying that the FBI would come after me or something.”You remarked, Tommy snickered, taking another mouthful of his beer. 

   “I wish Joel could be here with us. The three of us again.” You glanced at Tommy, the both of you haven’t talked about Joel in the longest time. The last time Tommy had mentioned him, well, Tommy didn’t seem to be on the best terms with his older brother, you were at least glad that it seemed that was water under the bridge. “Is he well?” You questioned, heart pacing at the mere mention of him. “Keeps to himself a lot more now, older and more mature. Other than that, I think it is still him. I don’t see him as often nowadays.” Tommy shrugged, he was never as good as Joel when it comes to concealing his emotions. “He’s been busy, trying to raise a kid and all. I heard that things between him and Lorraine aren’t all that well either. We try not to butt in, you know Joel, he doesn’t like people in his business, wants to fix everything himself.” “Guess that didn’t change.” You remarked. “If Joel wasn’t stubborn, the sun would rise from the west.” Tommy snarked. 

   “You know, Joel doesn’t show or tell it but, he misses you too.” Tommy said. You poured yourself another glass of whiskey. “Sometimes I wonder what would happen if you guys had just been a bit braver and told each other about your feelings for each other. Maybe we would be happier.” You swallowed, “Tommy he doesn’t-” Tommy shook his head, “And if he does?” Tommy challenged. You shook your head, riding it of the thoughts, of the hope that was rising, it was dangerous, the hope would hurt you deeper. “Tommy I can’t-” “Just think about it, entertain it for a while. What if?” You took a breath, calming yourself down. 

    “Then he’ll get over it, we all do.” 

     “Over what?”

     “Any feelings he has towards me.” 

     “Are you saying that you no longer-” 

    “Yes.” A short and concise answer.

“I don’t see him that way anymore.”  

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    That was the biggest lie you have ever told anyone. 

   You never did get over Joel and you weren’t sure if you ever would.

     “Is there something on my face?” Joel said, looking at you. You snapped out of your daze, looking away from him in embarrassment. You have just been caught staring, what the hell was wrong with you? “Shut up.” You told him, standing up from the couch as you headed up the stairs. He sent you a confused look before returning his attention back to the soccer match that was playing on his TV, a single beer in hand, one that he had been trying his hardest to make last, one that you had so generously granted him. 

   “What did you need to talk in private about?” Sarah bounced up from her chair, shushing you as she closed the door. “Dad can’t hear about this.” You furrowed your eyebrows at the teenager. “You alright? You’re not hurt or anything are you?” Your eyes scanned Sarah, she shook her head. Sarah moved to the calendar that was sitting on her table and brought it over to you, pointing at the day that is circled, “Dad’s birthday” written in blue ink with doodles of a birthday cake. “Are you planning on doing anything for Dad?” Sarah asked. You stiffened, you were never good with gifts or planning any kind of birthday events. Joel was always alright with not receiving anything since you were kids but now that Sarah was asking, you suddenly felt obliged to. “I..” “Actually, never mind. I just need ideas on what to get Dad. It’s his 30th birthday, a milestone I would say.” Sarah explained. “I’m sure Joel would appreciate a card.” Sarah stuck out her tongue in disgust, “That’s boring.” You thought of the man that was sitting downstairs,            

   “Uh.. a bag of coffee beans?”  “I don’t know how to choose coffee.”    

   “A jersey?” “Dad doesn’t even like wearing jerseys.” 

   “A mug.” “That’s generic” 

  You exhaled, not knowing how to please Sarah. “Well, he has been complaining that his watch is slow and he has to fix it every time.” Sarah's eyes widened, “That's it! I’ll get him a watch!” Your jaw dropped, “Do you even have money for a watch?”

Sarah smiled, “Money isn’t the problem here, could always sell some hardcore drugs for some.” 

   “You’ve spent too much time with Uncle Tommy.” You sighed, Sarah laughed, “and you and Dad.” “You did not just lump me in the same group as Tommy and Joel. I don’t talk like a wannabe criminal.” You defended. “Just that day you were telling them about how just resorting to crime would make life so much easier.” You stuck out a hand to stop her, “Ok I get it, Sarah Miller.” 

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      Joel knew trouble was brewing the moment he parked his truck in the garage. Well, trouble has been brewing for a few days now. The arguments between him and Lorraine got more often as the days passed. She was supposed to be someone he looked forward coming home to but he has been intentionally taking more projects and working late, he could use the extra money anyways. 

     The sound of Sarah’s cries greeted him the moment he stepped foot into the house. Lorraine sat on the couch, trying her best to ignore the cries coming from the room upstairs, an annoyed look on her face. He merely glared at her before running up the stairs. She sat next to her toys. “What’s wrong?” Joel asked, scanning Sarah when he noticed that her knee was scraped. He frowned, “It's ok babygirl, it's ok.” He gently pulled Sarah’s hands away from her face, while blowing gently onto the scrape. Joel picked Sarah up with ease and headed into the bedroom, placing her onto the bed before heading to get the first aid kit in the washroom. 

   “I’m sorry.” He apologised while applying the alcohol onto the scrape, Sarah’s cries grew louder, cries that broke his heart. “I’m sorry” he kept muttering to Sarah. When he was done with the scrape, he placed everything back into the first aid kit and placed a kiss on Sarah’s head. Sarah’s hands clutched onto his shirt and he found himself leaning down further for her to hug him. He pat her back, muttering assurances into her ear as he tried to calm her down. 

    Joel poured himself a glass of water, he felt Lorraine’s gaze on his back, one that he’s trying to ignore too. Anger rose in him, anger that he may not be able to contain if they talked, the exhaustion from a day of work would not be helping either. “Joel.” She called out to him, he felt himself clenching the glass just a little harder but still found himself sitting down on the armchair across from her. He didn’t say anything, raising his voice and arguing with her was too exhausting. 

   “Joel, I just can’t- “ he turned to look at her. 

   “Joel, I can’t do this anymore.”

   “What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” Joel snapped. Lorraine was crying, tears falling from her eyes as she stood up. “You’re just going to leave?” Joel questioned, standing up to stop her. “I can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry.” She apologised. “What about Sarah? It’ll break her heart.” He tried to reason. “Joel I can’t- I can’t sit here and waste my days. I’m not ready to be a mother!” Joel fumed, he wasn’t ready to be a father then either, who gave her the right to just walk out? “Lorraine you’re being ridiculous.” He said. “Our relationship has been rocky anyways, I can’t stay home and take care of Sarah. I can’t live this life.” She shouted. Joel clenched his jaw, “Leave then. Sarah deserves better.” He snarled. Lorraine’s jaw dropped at his words, “You’re not the good guy Joel.” Joel’s eyes widened, “I’m not the good guy? I’m not the one leaving! I’m the one working like a horse to pay the bills and you know what I come back to? A mother who ignores her child’s cries! Sarah is four! You’re supposed to be looking after her, it was only a scrape but what if it had been worse?” Joel raised his voice. Lorraine flinched, picking up the luggage she had packed that was hidden behind the door. “I’ll go back to my mother’s. The divorce papers should come soon.” She declared before slamming the door. 

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   “What the hell?” It was the only response that came out of you upon hearing Joel’s retelling of his story. You stood up, Joel wasn’t sure if it was emotionally driven. You came back with two beers, “Here you need it.” Joel shook his head. “I’m good.” You were surprised to see him refuse but didn’t insist. He wasn’t supposed to be drinking anyways. You placed the beer on the table, an offer, in case he changed his mind. “Fuck, I think I need something stronger to digest what you just told me.” You downed the beer in your hand.

   “The people around her were enjoying their youth, pursuing dreams. I see why she did that.” Joel said. You gave him an appalled look, “Does that not apply to you? You gave up dreams too!” Joel shook his head, “I stopped blaming her for it. It’s tiring. Sarah is enough, glad that I still have her.” You couldn’t understand Joel, you didn’t know how he was so forgiving. “I never said it was a good reason to leave, I just understood why she did that.” He clarified. You moved closer to him, letting his warmth warm you too. “Were you guys happy?” You questioned, half expecting Joel to not answer. 

   “I wouldn’t say happy, it was tough but there were its peaceful moments. When I would come back and be greeted with smiles. When she tried her best to take care of Sarah.” You hummed. 

   He sat up, deciding to lighten the mood a little. “Hey, this Sunday’s dinner you coming?” He asked, changing the topic. You took another sip of your beer, “I’m always there.” He smiled, “Tommy ain’t joining us.” “Why? He finally got himself a date?” Joel shook his head, amusement evident on his face. “It’s just us it seems, Sarah said she’s going over to her friend's house.” 

  “Aw, a date.” You joked, “if you want it to be.” Joel laughed. 

  “Well, you better make it special.” Joel raised his eyebrows, “you challenging me?” You nodded. “Yeah of course I’ll make your first date special.” “This is not my first date Joel!” You defended, shoving him playfully. He chuckled, “Your first actual date. I guarantee your previous ones would seem like playdates.” You shoved him again. 

   “Don’t be cocky Miller.”

   “Sunday dinner, 7pm.” He declared with a smile.

  “Yes, Joel. Should I dress up?”

  “You look pretty enough, darling.”

tag: @wolfieellsworld

[jujumin-translates]

Event | Act 3.5 Event - NEW ERA GARDEN | Chapter 9

*Contains spoilers for Act 12 - eternal moment*

Reni: Seems like you’re finally ready to put an end to things and face me.

Yukio: Ah, yes, well… is that okay?

Reni: Why don’t you just say what you want to say? I’ve already hit you with everything I had.

Yukio: Say what you want to say, huh… I don’t really have anything like that to say, but…

Reni: Liar. Hurry up already. Or are you planning on downing some whiskey right off the bat?

Yukio: Waah, okay, okay!

Yukio: …I think Zen-san was the one who figured it out. Actually, I was a little afraid, too.

Yukio: Afraid that you and I would have a fight like back then.

Yukio: Whenever we disagree in the practice room, I can’t help but feel like we’re back in the old days.

Yukio: If we continue on like this, our paths won’t be able to cross again. We’ll just drift apart again.

Yukio: Because I’m just not an actor like you say I am, Reni, no matter how hard I try.

Reni: …

Reni: You may not have changed, but I have. I am much more patient than I was back then. It’s not the same.

Yukio: I know that, but… that’s just how traumatic it was for me back then.

Yukio: I don’t want to mess up the start of the New Fleur Award. I want to make sure it’s a success.

Yukio: Even back then, I really, truly wanted to work with you at a theater company, Reni--.

Reni: I wanted that too.

Reni: …You’re overall too self-conscious. Do you really still think I want you on stage as an actor?

Reni: GOD-za has also grown. Don’t you think there are many actors better than you there?

Yukio: Haha, I see. I guess you’re right. Maybe I’ve been the one stuck in the past.

Reni: …Well, I’ve long since given up on being an actor, but one thing I’d like to do came to me today.

Yukio: ?

Reni: You’ve been telling me this ever since back then, to the point where I’ve grown sick of hearing it…

Reni: Do you remember the phrase, “I want to make each actor bloom in their ‘own’ way”?

Yukio: I do.

Reni: I’ve only recently begun to understand that as I’ve become a director and started creating plays with younger actors.

Yukio: Really!? That’s quite the change… I feel like I’m getting left behind. I’m the only one who hasn’t grown up, huh?

Reni: That’s why I want to have a thorough discussion about Okita Souji for this performance. We only have a few days left to finish things.

Reni: Tell me what you’re looking for-- tell me what you’re looking for in Reni Kamikizaka’s Okita Souji, tell me how you’re going to make him bloom.

Reni: Of course, I get a say in things too.

Yukio: So this is going to turn into a fight, after all, huh?

Reni: Wouldn’t that call for whiskey, then? It’s not a fight. It’s just a discussion.

Yukio: Right.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Staff: The equipment check went okay.

Syu: We’re ready to go over here too.

Hiro: It’s about time.

Zen: It ain’t every day that you get to have an opening day at a theater with no audience.

Yuzo: Well, there is one person.

Izumi: …

Yukio: Sorry, my daughter is the only one who gets special treatment…

Yuzo: You’ve caused a lot of trouble. She deserves a front-row seat for your comeback.

Yukio: I’m going to go talk to her.

*Footsteps*

Kasumi: Well then, before the show begins, how about we get a few words from the chairperson!?

Hiro: What is this? An interview?

Syu: …During our one-on-one drinking session, Yukio told me the reason why I got the lead role this time.

Syu: He said he’s relieved that I’m the one who hasn’t changed the most since back then.

Zen: Huh.

Kasumi: So am I just old now…!?

Yuzo: Nah, we’re all old now.

Hiro: Yuzu will never change, so we don’t have to worry about him.

Yuzo: Somehow that doesn’t feel like a compliment.

Syu: Well, that’s why we can understand what Yukio wants and what he fears for this performance.

Syu: I’m sure that deep down, he wants something that will never change.

Syu: An impossible fantasy, an ideal, a dream of eternity that we old people can’t believe in… Yukio wants that, but he can’t say it.

Kasumi: Now that you mention it, Yukio-san doesn’t use words like ‘forever’ or ‘everlasting’ very often…

Syu: I think he can’t wish it away because of his separation from Reiji.

Zen: He always thought the troupe members would leave eventually.

Hiro: I mean, the first generation MANKAI Company did turn out to be exactly what Yukio thought it’d be.

Syu: We grew old in the exact same way. Maybe it’s because the future is shorter now than it was back then that we can see what’s ahead now.

Hiro: …Let’s reassure, Yukio.

Kasumi: …Yeah.

Yuzo: Let’s show him somethin’ he won’t be able to believe.

Syu: Let’s let him be the one to say it.

Zen: Yeah, he’s the one who started it.

Staff: …Five minutes until showtime!

Syu: …We’re the flowers he made bloom.

Syu: That’s why “only on blooming days, the blossom scatter”.

*Buzzer sounds*

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[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

“I Keep You Safe From Me”

(Title inspired by lyrics from the song “Liar” by Paramore || “Liar” is basically Virgil and Logan’s theme song for right now haha)

Chapter one: New Beginnings

(This is pretty short, sorry! But longer chapters are coming I promise!!)

Ship: slow burn romantic Analogical

CW/TW: weed, a bit of self deprecating language (barely! blink and you’ll miss it, but it’s there so it’s worth tagging!)

POV: Virgil

(No summary cause I don’t wanna give anything away)

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Virgil sat on the hood of his car, hot Georgia summer sun sinking into his clothes, wrinkled schedule in hand, watching as all the other freshman and their parents rushed to unload boxes upon boxes from everything from old beat-up Range Rovers to new Jeep Wranglers.

It seemed as if it didn’t matter whether it was a double or a single room they were heading to, the boxes just kept coming from the voids of the cars; labels differing between “Winter Clothes” and “Tupperware” passed by him consistently with no sign of stopping. He didn’t move, just watched and listened to the laughter between families.

He hadn’t had anyone to bring him here or help him pack, so he shoved things into boxes and threw them carelessly into the trunk of his Camry.

He tried to ignore the rising feeling of jealousy and contempt in his gut as the joyful tone around him persisted on. He focused on the burning of the hot metal against his legs and stared at his schedule with the intensity of an animal stalking its prey. He knew he had to go in soon, to walk to his dorm and meet his roommates, but he wanted to drag out the inevitable for as long as he could.

He had signed up for early morning classes, hoping to be awake before the others so they wouldn’t bother him.

He watched as the parking lot cleared and a final pair of bodies disappeared behind the tinted double doors. sighing, he checked the time on his phone.

11:36 AM

He quickly shut his phone off, shoving it upside down into his shorts pocket and shoving himself off of the car, grabbing his backpack off of the ground and making his way towards the entrance of the school, leaving all of the boxes in his car out of his mind and shoving open the door upon arrival, he would deal with unpacking later.

He kept his head down, staring at the paper in his hand, not daring to make eye contact with anyone. He was hoping to look as if he was trying to figure out his dorm number even though he had already memorized it prior to moving day.

He stood there for a moment or two, not wanting to move, wanting to go back to his car and camp out there from midday to night. He wanted an education, sure, that’s what he was here for, but he didn’t sign up to be yanked into a building full of strangers even though he already knew how this worked.

When his brother Cosmos got accepted to Harvard he never heard the end of it.

Cosmos was more excited about the partying aspect of life on campus, but on the other hand Virgil never heard the end of it from their parents. it was always about how smart Cosmos was and how intelligent he was for getting into such a prestigious school with a 4.0 and them questioning why he wasn’t trying as hard because he could be just as great as his brother.

What they didn’t know was that he was as great as his aforementioned older sibling, if not better, they just didn’t want to acknowledge that part.

A sudden tap to the shoulder jolted Virgil out of his thoughts, snapping his head up and turning around to see who made the movement.

He was met face to face with a man a few inches taller than him, wearing a solid grey vest and light black button down pants paired with white sneakers. Thin circular glasses outlined his facial features perfectly. Strong jawline, a bit of stubble, gorgeous hazel eyes, a soft smile.

“You’ve been standing here for a few minutes now, do you need help?” The man in front of him spoke, voice clear and concise.

Virgil became all too aware of his disheveled state. Tired eyes, jittery limbs, rocking a MCR t-shirt two sizes too big for him and black shorts with tennis shoes. He smiled at him sheepishly before answering.

He genuinely seemed like he wanted to help and Virgil was honestly willing to take all the help he could get. “Uh..yeah, sorry. I just need to get to room 307 on floor 2” he responded

“Oh? My room is right across from yours, I can show you the way.” the man replied, walking towards a flight of stairs to the left of them.

Virgil followed, the sound of his bag bouncing behind him echoing off of the walls before making it to the second floor and being led to one of the doors.

The hallway wasn’t empty in the slightest. There were no people crowding the space but the chatter filling the air was enough to make it seem as if there were. Doors were open in every direction, peak in and you’d find a mother and father reminiscing over a time when their kid was just learning how to walk and now they were awing over their successes while unpacking t-shirts. It made Virgil feel sick. He shook his head, trying to shake away the hope he once had that maybe, just maybe, his parents stand-offish parental style would change just this once. ‘Stupid.’ He thought to himself.

“This is it, 307” the man next to him said, gesturing towards the door. He turned around and gestured towards the door across from Virgil’s. “And this is 308, where I live. It’s a single but yknow, I like the quiet.” he said, shrugging and shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Thank you, um..” Virgil started, remembering he didn’t know the handsome strangers name.

“Oh, Logan” he finished, taking a hand out of his pocket and sticking it out for the other to shake.

Virgil took it and smiled, “Thank you, Logan. I guess I’ll..see you around?” he said.

Logan’s eyes glimmered behind his glasses. “I guess you will” He said, a tint of smugness in his voice before turning around and walking inside his dorm.

Virgil turned back to face his own dorm, hesitantly raising a fist and knocking.

The door swung open in mere seconds as Virgil was confronted by a man wearing baggy jeans, a green Nike sweatshirt, and nothing but socks on. His eyes were green, slightly red and a little droopy, a tired aura surrounded him. He gave a weak grin to Virgil and moved so he could walk in.

He did, and was almost immediately hit by the smell of weed. The wide space of the living area was littered with open boxes, clothes scattered everywhere and indie-rock blasting from a small speaker placed on the windowsill which for the time being only had blinds as a way of maintaining privacy.

Something about the vibe of the room made him relax. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

[i-sveikata]

Hi! I loooooved the new chapter, it was def worth the wait! So much to unpack this chapter but my main take aways are:

1. Love vegas' guards. I really relate to oat having to pee every five min. Same.

2. Super impressed with vegas and how he can get aroused in any situation. Like, bro you almost died and getting to smash pete is the first thing you think about??? He's gonna have a rough couple of weeks with no sex.

3. Kim is 25?????? I thought he was maybe a year or two older than chay. I know the series is very vague on the character ages. I think the novel is a little more clear with most of the characters being in their early twenties. How old are the all characters in your fic? Is vegas older than pete? I'm super curious.

4. I know this is a vp fic but I'm super excited to see how the other couples work out. Kinn is a massive tool but I'm still rooting for him and porsche to have a happy ending. Porsche deserves it. I was rooting for kimchay to patch things up in the show. I don't know about in this fic though 😅. I hope kim can at least give a real apology for Chay's sake at least. What are your thoughts on the kimchay relationship? Do you have any plans for them?

Thank you so much for the great chapter! Wishing you the best!

Ahh thank you angel!! Haha poor oat and his tiny bladder but of course Pete was just being impatient and getting annoyed by the smallest things because he was so worried about Vegas!

Omg Vegas is literally feral!!! But I do think there’s an edge of real insecurity to that where he’s afraid that if he’s not providing mind blowing sex at any given moment that Pete might not put up with him (this will eventually be addressed at some point tho) but yeah he is going to have a hard time in the next few weeks

Yeah all the ages were kinda vague so when I googled I basically just came across guesses for age ranges? So in this fic Kim is 25, I have Kinn as like 26/27 and tankhun around 29/30. Pete and Porsche are both around 24 and Macau and porchay are eighteen (though Macau is older and is closer to turning nineteen at this point) Vegas is a little older than Pete around 25/26. But also in the show the actor that played Kim looks wayyyy older than the actor playing chay so I did kind of want to play that up a bit to add to the unsettling vibe?? Like tbh all of these relationships in this fic (and in the show) are a bit unsettling that’s why the power and control and ideas of consent are all swirling around in the story tbh!

Kinn is a massive tool for sure but until things improve I basically considered that fight with him and Porsche as Porsche basically dumping his ass.

Tbh Kim and porchay were never particularly important to me but that’s because I don’t really find the young innocent/naive and ruthless/liar/false identity couple dynamic very interesting even if I do like their characters? Obviously there’s more to the story than what’s come to us in this chap from Porsches biased perspective but yeah I don’t really envision them having a happy ending in this (but I’m not sure if they did in the books anyway? But yeah it was a pretty bitter ending in the show) I think kim will do his best to apologise but he kinda seems to strike me as the most similar to mr korn personality wise? So he’ll be sorry that chay is hurt but not necessarily sorry for his actions if that makes sense? He’s ruthless and I think he got a little caught up in the pretending with chay too

But yeah basically I kinda wanted to highlight how the cruelty and the trauma trickles down into all of mr kan and mr korns sons and how they still pass that on in how they behave in their relationships in different ways tbh they’re all pretty fucked up

Oh you’re welcome! So glad you enjoyed the latest chap!

[leon-swedfinqs]

Here I come, running it with yet a new chapter of my partner and I's absolute nonsense that I am THRIVING FOR HAHA

Summary:

Crowley's crop plans are interrupted as he walks into town. Turns out, it is the egg festival! Despite the inconvenience the event creates, seeing a familiar face makes it more than worth it in the end.

[tojiscrack]

Hey, I'm still new to tumblr so I'm not very sure how this works but I just HAVE to say this to you.

I read your megumi x reader fanfiction and it got me quite jealous.

I mean, how do you pull of such genuine wit and humor, while also maintaning such incredible articulation, character personality, story flow and the emotions the story conveys?? !!! 😭😭😭

I felt like you had a hold over my emotions, and they were a puppet to you. I usually don't like relishing control over them, but for you, PLEASE, make them your puppet throughout this story.

Anyways, I just really want to tell you how much I appreciate your work and to let you know you're doing an amazing job at it! (and while we're at it could you maybe leave me some tips on how you've become such a great writer🫰)

new to tumblr? I’M GLAD YOU’RE HERE, WELCOME ON BOARD, LITTLE LIAR 😋😋

how do i pull all of that off? i’m just built different- no i’m joking, idk what to tell you other than the fact that nearly every scene is inspired from irl events. e.g. the fat toji scene in kindergarten was REAL btw, it happened when i was a kid, the step-by-step-routine-on-brushing-your-teeth letter happened too, so did the mermaid scene (i altered that one a little towards the end bc my irl friends do not know i’m a fanfic writer but will most likely realise it if they ever come across this story), etc. idk, i had a very wild life as a kid ig 😭 just put that on paper and people love it 😊

i will gladly take a hold over your emotions. hint: rn i’m caressing it gently, but give me a couple months and release of new chapters and you’ll probably feel a complete toll. do with that information what you will ;)

you don’t understand, and probably never will, the butterflies in my stomach whenever someone lets me know how much they enjoyed the story so far (likeee we’re only 3 chapters in pookies!!). this is also the VERY first time someone’s asked me for writing tips and i think i just levitated a bit 😭

idkkk, being a ‘great’ writer is something i never really thought of myself as being (i swear i’m not being purposefully humble, i genuinely feel that way haha). but if i could say anything, it’s that pinterest is my inspo. before you make a story, make sure you’ve got all the images for the aesthetic. that way, you can basically describe whatever the hell you’re looking at directly from the pictures. accuracy is then a 10/10

oh, and add funny scenes in your story. keeps people amused 😊

[iheartgod175]

Some more SW Stuff I’ve had on the brain…

Friday, I had the idea to do a short story focusing on Pig’s mom. Or come up with a design for her, anyway. One idea I’ve always had since I was little was that Pig’s mom had died when he was young, hence why the brothers are raised by their dad. Poppa Pig hasn’t remarried since then, but does keep her memory alive within the family. The short story I had in mind involved how Poppa Pig and his wife met, with his wife being an inventor while he, and his own brothers, are still builders. How she died is something I’m still working on. While in the original SRBA it was inferred, chapter 4 of DR confirms that AP’s mom did die…which makes Material-B’s remarks even more horrible.

I had two new AU ideas—one being a Whyatt/Princess Pea AU where Whyatt is Pea’s bodyguard and the Azure Flamechaser full time, and the other being a Whyatt/Red AU that’s kinda like a gender bent Beauty and the Beast, except that one has a few more elements of the original Grimm Brothers’ fairytales. Not sure if I’ll ever get around to posting them, though!

Due to playing Honkai Impact 3rd, I realized that majority of my stories have their own Kallen Kaslana—or legacy characters whose actions directly shaped the events of living ones. For FLaG, it was Sebastian Lièvre and Nico Fontaine. For BT, it’s Olivier Coyote and Rose Rabbit. For Temporary Truce, this almost became the case for Punkin’s mom and Cat’s father. For The Zula Patrol: Dreamscape Crusade, it’s Multo’s ancestor, Multo I. And this story has three dead characters whose stories still affect the present: Mother Goose, Prince Phillip, and Pig’s mother, whom I’m still thinking of!

I also realized during the writing of chapter 4 that AP basically became a miniature Nanoha, with a bit of Hibiki Tachibana thrown into the mix. One of his lines to Material-B (“I’ll come back alive and make it happen, even if it kills me!”) is directly inspired by Hibiki’s famous declaration to not die when fighting Miku in Symphogear G.

I also want to write more of King and Queen Pea, who are the main royals of Storybrook Village, if I’m guessing this correctly, and have had some important roles in the SRBA ‘verse. Queen Pea knows a lot about relics and swords, and King Pea went toe to toe with his daughter and won (although technically, he didn’t fight her, just talked sense into her). There’s a hint in chapter 4 that points at there being more to Princess Presto’s Second Style than being a merge of her old powers and new powers.

A funny idea I had that takes place after the events of SRBA is where Whyatt chats with his family about the Super Readers, and Jack notes that he often wondered who Whyatt was referring to when he needed the Super Readers to solve a problem, much to his embarrassment.

Writing those Why/Red scenes has given me fuel to write more of them! So, you can expect a few one-shots featuring them sometime in the future! One cute little one shot that I have takes place a bit before the events of SRBA Reloaded, where Whyatt decides to get Red a special present for her birthday,which is a soccer ball made out of chocolate. His mother, who knows that he hardly if ever eats any candy, notices this and teases him, asking if he’s buying it for a girl. If there’s one thing about Whyatt, he’s a terrible liar, which leads to him being slightly embarrassed, haha XD

Regarding Jeremiah, the Super Readers do eventually learn of his familial connection to Chaos, and question why he’s fighting his brother. Chaos is one of the few people that Jeremiah outright hates, and deems unworthy of being saved. There is a reason for this that’ll be explained in chapter 6. Jeremiah did try to help Chaos turn from his ways, but he did something so heinous that he cut him off and they became enemies.

Might make a few OCs, especially those who were the first Super Readers! ^^

[aurorawest]

For latest work asks: 3, 8, 12, 15 🙂

3. If this work is an update/new chapter, how do you stay motivated on multi-chapter works? 

For The General Mess and Imprecision of Feeling, I've got the whole thing written, so it's a matter of motivating myself to edit each chapter, haha. I think the motivation comes from knowing that people are enjoying the fic, so if I just stopped posting, I'd disappoint them. My motivation to work on WIPs is internal, I guess. Like, I want to have told a story, and the only way to do that is to actually write it down.

8. Which line/paragraph are you most proud of? Why are you proud of this? 

There's nothing I'm super proud of in this chapter (that's kind of sad to say). But I guess I'd go with this bit:

The park was as quiet as it ever got. There was something unsettling about the loudest sounds being traffic on both Fifth Avenue and Central Park West. Dead leaves still clinging to the bare branches above rattled in a sigh of breeze. Loki shivered, both from the bite in the wind and the way it made the movement of leaves on the ground feel like someone crunching towards them in the dark.

I actually wrote this yesterday as I was editing to get ready to post. Idk, I just like describing fall and I feel like I did an okay job.

12. What do you hope readers will take away from this work?

That it's okay to forgive yourself and okay to grab happiness when it comes your way. The voice inside you saying you're not good enough and you don't deserve it is a liar.

15. What is one question you wish someone would ask you about this work? Ask it and answer it.

Oh man. I'm always so bad at these kinds of questions haha. I guess one thing I always wonder about is whether people pick up on the slow shift from 'Strange' to 'Stephen.' So the question would be, "Do you deliberately choose the places where Loki thinks of him as Stephen instead of Strange?" The answer is yes! I am very deliberate about it, and the increasing prevalence of Stephen instead of Strange represents Loki's walls coming down.

Thank you so much for asking!!

Fanfic Q&A - Latest Fic Edition

[sun-stone-r-ain]

I really liked the fic this art is for. It reminded me of another fic where a character has a depressive episode and believes their friends and loved ones won't want them around now they don't have the energy to be the person they like.

The fic:

Title: like a bird, like a stone

Author: anonymousAlchemist

Fandom: Baldur's Gate (videogame)

Relationship: Astarion/Tav

Author Summery:

The morning after they kill the netherbrain, Tav can’t get out of bed. He tries. He really does try. He wakes up in his bed at the Elfsong (miraculously intact, by the grace of whatever deities don’t yet hate them), and for a long moment in his murky half-conscious state, he can’t remember who he’s supposed to be. Just the faint sense that he’s supposed to be doing something. And then he remembers yesterday’s battle (fire and blood and a long fall), and he remembers his name. And he stares at the dark wood ceiling, and thinks about all the steps involved in getting up.

The idea of it makes him very tired, and he realizes: there’s no reason for Tav to get out of bed right now. There’s no oversized brains to kill, no illithids to murder, no one who needs him to save their kid or find their dog. They saved Baldur’s Gate yesterday, and there’s no more tadpole in their heads.

(or: come closer. this is a regular h/c tav/astarion postcanon story for regular people. haha, jk, unless.)

Author opening notes:

So i got to thinking about how in a weird way, the whole story of bg3 is sort of YOUR companion quest.

anyway: come closer this is a regular h/c postcanon story it won’t harm you [I trip and drop “meditation on the nature of the video game self insert conceptually and how that translates to the pc and their backstory” and “what if tav was a really good liar with 18+ CHA, how does he get there?” and “do you guys ever think about how many people you can talk into committing suicide in this game.” and “what sort of guy acts like a hero? how long can you be a hero?” and “how do you fall in love over the course of a month and a half?” and “long time listeners first time callers will know that iz has never written anything unconvoluted in her life”]

haha thats crazy what are these doing here. 

My notes: do you need to have played the videogame? No. I haven't. This is an "after the adventure" type summery. Maybe watch some videos of Astarion b/c his voice actor was AMAZING. Maybe skim the wiki.

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51203212/chapters/129378529

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The fic I was reminded of:

Title: A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

Author: gremble

Fandom: Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator (videogame)

Relationships: Dadsona/Robert Small; Robert Small & Mary Christiansen

Author Summery:

It takes Robert one evening to fall for the New Guy, and the better part of two years to figure out... everything else.

(For people who find themselves tempted by this fic, but aren't familiar with the game -- might I offer you a ddads primer that will give you all the background you need for it.)

Link:

another tav fanart! this time from @anonymousalchemist's really cool tavstarion fic

i love to rotate your guy in my mind

[minniepetals]

I'm SCREAMING with this new chapter!!!!!! It was PERFECT!!!! WOW now I'm here trying to imagine they boys pov watching y/n acting hysterical and violent and then scared, and the afterwards. Are they going to officially start looking and trying put the pieces together about y/n's life? Or just create theories and run in circles? Will they think about the past and analyze everything with different eyes?? How this will affect their relationship????waaaaaah you're an incredible writer!! Thank you for your work!!!

haha thank you thank you. the boys are finally coming around to realizing y/n being a perfect liar and it's only the beginning of things. who knows how they're going to go about with this new information but they do understand that right now, the gang's relationship in itself (reapers and bangtan) is more strained than ever before, therefore it'll be much harder trying to get any close to y/n