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autisticempathydaemon · 9 months

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For the RedactedAudio match-ups!

I pondered over whether I should send my own request (I'm sure you have plenty of these already and I didn't want to add more to the workload- for a lack of a better word) but I love the love and care you give for previous entries and it just seems so fun to play along! Please take all the time you need, there's no rush at all ><

Lizzy McAlpine's "Doomsday" has been playing nonstop for the past month, but I've always been obsessed with Will Wood's "Well, Better Than the Alternative"! My fav part of the lyrics: "Baby could you play along with me? / Baby would that be alright with you? / And when we find out what's wrong with me / Could you tell me how I'm right for you?" This is the kind of song suitable for both lighthearted jamming and brooding self-reflection while staring at the ceiling at ungodly hours, yknow?

For the Enneagram type, I just did the test recently and I got type 4? I found the descriptor "Inward Exlorer" extremely suiting! Also, in case it helps, my MBTI is INFJ^^

I had several childhood friends, the one I talked to the most was a faceless boy my age with glasses and messy hair who's crazy about the concept of martyrdom. I'm trying to write him into my story these days!

I happen to adore my name for the meaning behind it. My initials are literally A.R.T., and, fun fact, I'm currently the only person with my last name in my region, haha. But yknow, names carry weight to them, and I find the weight of mine a bit cumbersome at times, so that might be a cause for change somewhere far in the future. Maybe changing it to Ara, or Nadine? Because the meanings are so pretty ^^

My current fav audio vid is the "finally hearing from your your long distance lover again"! What can I say? Anton is my beloved and he gives off so much comfort and I root (haha get it) for his happiness!

Speaking of platonic attraction, it's gotta be Hux and Damien. As a college student myself, how wonderful it would be to have them with me to go through endless study sessions and just to hang out? If I get to write fate beforehand, I'd have them and Camelopardalis be my childhood friends. Imagine that!

I don't exactly have a gas station drink combo(?) but I always order carrot-orange juice if I see it on the menu. My siblings look at me weird whenever I do, but it's really good!

Uh, what else is there... I've been told I'm the older sister type, or the mom friend? I grow tomatoes and bird eye chillies alongside roses of various colors on my family's front yard, and one of my life ambitions is to own a house with big enough land to grow fruit trees- I solemnly swore to my mom and her mom that I'd plant lemon and orange trees if I could make that happen, because they love the smell of citrus. I write; mostly short stories, and I've published a number of anthologies, but I'm working on finishing the first draft for my first novel.

Oh goodness this is becoming so long already. Thank you for taking your time to read this! I'm looking forward for your verdict, haha ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Ooh, this was an incredibly easy one to assign! There’s a lot of little and big factors that went into my decision, but the kicker is that a big, lovely family home wouldn’t be complete without a David Shaw to help take care of it.

Type Fours and INFJ’s are so lovely and creative, generally very attuned to their inner sphere of thoughts and emotions. I think that pairs well with David, who went through the character development of needing that openness to draw him out into the open, honest, affectionate man he is today. Your being the mom friend also pairs well since he’s the dad friend, and the two of you could lend each other support in case you neglect your needs in favor of others.

Speaking of “mom and dad”, I love to think of the huge, beautiful house and garden the two of you would cultivate! It’d be so homey and comfortable, the perfect place for pack parties, the sort of space where every member knows they’re welcome. Not to mention, those fruit trees would be the envy of Dahlia; you and David would make sure of it. Those would be the most bountiful trees and most beautiful garden you could ever imagine.

Song:

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents/ Homes in the South of France/ Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters/ And teach them how to dance/ Let's get rich and build our house on a mountain/ Making everybody look like ants/ From way up there, you and I, you and I

I love the vibes of this song for you guys! Even if it’s not what I think his music taste would be (dad rock), it’s sweet, it’s fun, it’s cozy. It’s perfect summer day, laying in the grass and dandelions and roses music. It’s a duet that he would never think of not chiming in along with you.

Runner-Ups:

Lasko could also strike me as an INFJ, so I think the two of you would make this lovely, introverted pair. Plus, a writer and a professor- that’s objectively cute. Milo is also a good runner up, because frankly, that boy strikes me as a momma’s boy, so he would adore the way you talk about your mom and grandma. You also have that shared dream of owning a nice house and home, so there’s that too.

note: I like the cut of your jib- roses and tomatoes AND Birds Eye chilis? The best kind? You’ve got taste /gen

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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jjstein2 · 2 months

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Self martyring Damien my beloved.

Growing up watching his two childhood friends, one or both of them he harbors feelings for, argue and fight over Celine’s affections. He’s already ashamed so doesn’t come out. They’ve asked him before about her favorite flowers, to put in a good word for them, what she may be doing later, and he always goes along with it. He’s happy for Mark’s and Celine’s wedding, he’d be a bad brother and friend if he wasn’t. Then he becomes aware of the affair and it devastates him, he doesn’t know who to be loyal to because he so dearly cares for all of them. Almost selfishly he sweeps it under the rug to desperately cling to his friends before he loses them in the impending fallout he’s doing his best to postpone. He’s the fourth forgotten wheel in this messed up love triangle

OOF him just being the outlier who wants his friends to stay together and is often forgotten in the aftermath of the Affair.... the one who loves the hardest but is left the most lonely

#poor dames :(#ask

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petitelepus · 3 years

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How would the dads react if dadsona have four daughters instead of just one? I think it might be fun if Dadsona had a big family :)

AAAAH, MY FIRST DREAM DADDY ASK!

The Dad is staring at the sight before him. You're sitting on a couch and enjoying coffee with your daughters. You had invited your boyfriend to meet the rest of your family, but this was not what they expected at all.

"Oh, honey! You made it!" You said happily, getting up from your spot and dragging your man to the center of the room to show him off to your daughters. They're almost perfect copies of you if they all weren't different ages.

"This is my oldest Meri! She draws comics and can spell alphabet backward."

"Pleased to meet you." Meri greets him and the Dad can feel confidence radiating from your eldest with her firm handshake.

"This one is Suvi! She wants to become a writer and has friends in Europe!"

"Dad..." Suvi mumbled, obviously embarrassed, but she did shake hands with the Dad. "Nice to meet you."

"This is my second youngest Lilja! She is studying to become an art teacher and has piercings!"

"It's finally great to put a face in my father's stories about you," Lilja said with a kind smile, the piercing on her face moving lightly.

"You already know her, but last, but not least, Amanda!"

"Gee, thanks, dad." Amanda rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

"My family is filled with creative souls!" You were all smiles and filled with proudness when you turned towards your beloved. "So? What do you think?"

Craig

"Bro..." The athlete said before smiling happily. "Bro! You always said you wanted a big family!"

"It's a dream come true!" You laughed and Craig smiled. "Bro, we need to get our kids together and make one super team!"

He is honestly happy for you and excited by the idea of Briar, Hazel, and River meeting your daughters. You could all go out to a family dinner at the pizza place and movies and even more!

Robert

"Holy shit. There are more...! "

They all look alike and so much like you. The man thinks your daughters could be actual clones and you're their guardian that the government has put in charge of the girls.

Like, Robert had his hands full with Val, but you actually have 4 kids and girls on top of that?! How haven't you gone crazy yet?

Brian

Takes a good look at your family and goes like, "Well, I'll be damn! You have a real dream team here!"

You're smiling, smug that you beat Brian, but the joy doesn't stop there. Brian asks if your daughters would like to meet Daisy and while Amanda knew the 10 years old, your other daughters didn't.

So imagine when they finally meet Daisy, they are taken aback by how smart she is and you can see Brian smiling. The score was a tie. Well played Brian.

Damien

"My, what a lovely family you have!" Damien says and smiles, but inside he is excited. How marvelous! The goth immediately thought how Lucien could like your daughters.

Hold on. Your eldest... Does she draw comics? What kind? Could they perhaps be...? Yaoi?

He makes sure to ask from you because he is too shy to actually ask directly but he will later when the two of you are settling in the bed. Until then, he lets his imagination run wild.

Mat

"Oh, wow, uh, nice to meet you all!" Mat introduces himself as he nervously looks from one daughter to another. He thinks he might pass out because of how nervous he was.

He wanted to give a good first impression, but he can feel your daughters looking at him and-!

Suddenly you grasp his hand and hug him sideways and the cool dad relaxes notably. Your daughters ask a question or two and Mat sees they aren't as scary as the first thought. He actually looks up to the time when he can introduce Carmensita to them.

Joseph

"You weren't kidding when you said you have a big family," Joseph said but he was smiling. The man loved family time and kids, why else he has so many himself?

Though, while Joseph had experience with younger kids and rebellious youngsters, he didn't really have any experience with older kids.

Wants to show your kids to his own and invite them to bake together for the church's bake sale.

Hugo

He actually had a slight hunch about your daughters. When he started teaching Amanda, he could tell he had heard your family name from somewhere...

So he did a little digging and found out your other daughters had studied in the same school where he taught at.

"It's always a pleasure to see old students thrive in life," Hugo says with a smile and fixes his glasses. "I would love to hear how your life is after school."

#dream daddy #request #joseph christiansen #robert small #mat sella #brian harding #hugo vega #craig cahn #damien bloodmarch #amanda #dream daddy amanda #enjoy!

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damienthepious · 3 years

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yeah. hope y’all didn’t forget this one entirely.

You Want To Live (When Life Is Achingly Unfair) [chapter 3]

[ch 1] [ch 2] [ao3] [ch 4]

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Sir Damien, Rilla, Lord Arum

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Alternate Universe - Mythology, Alternate Universe - Orpheus/Eurydice/Hades, Grief/Mourning, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, (though there will NOT be relief until later chapters), Death, (Death but it’s Weird when the afterlife is a place you can just Go), Singing

Summary: Damien’s beloved dies in spring. His flower dies, among flowers. This cruelty is not without beauty.

Chapter Summary: Damien descends.

Chapter Notes: it's! been a while! i'm a fickle creature. idk sometimes i think just me and two other people like this one, but i guess i'm writing for them! so!!! it's fine!!!!!

The Lord of Death remains beside Rilla, and time passes, or does not. It is all- confusing, here. Rilla suspects that the bank around her changes-

No, she figures it's more likely that she is moving along the water. She has the impression that things don't really… progress, here. It does seem as if the bend of the sluggish river moves at her back, tufts of grass and scattered spurs of flowers shifting and reorienting, but she never notices the change itself, only the new configurations. The Lord of Death waits, and does not seem bothered to do so.

They speak, when Rilla feels present enough to do so, when she pushes through the obscurity of this place, the vagueness and distraction and timeless fog. They speak, and it is both strange and natural at the same moment.

The Lord of Death has a name, apparently, and not merely a title. Here, in his own realm, he is called Arum.

Rilla doesn't think that he told her. She knows, regardless. She's less irritated by that than she should be.

"How long have you been watching me, then? If I'm supposed to be some sort of... friend to you, that is."

Arum's mouth curls, something like a smile. "I am rather too busy with my duties to devote time to watching you, but I would say that I have known you since you first began to insist upon helping in your parents' work. And I do mean insist."

Rilla laughs, and this time she's sure she isn't imagining it- the realm seems to flicker brighter as she does, like soft, silent lightning.

"Yeah, well," she rolls her eyes, amused by the image of her own small self, jaw set as she made herself too helpful for her parents to usher away. Amused as well by the idea of the Lord of Death noting the presence of her small hands, passing instruments and medicines to those who better knew how to use them, until she was big enough to take them for herself. "I'm stubborn. I've always been stubborn."

"Yes," Arum says, an edge of sadness coloring his tone. "So you were."

"Don't do that," Rilla says with a scowl, and the god blinks. "Don't give me a tense shift, I'm betrothed to a poet, I know what you're doing. I may be- dead, but I'm here, and I'm talking to you, aren't I? You can't talk about me like that while you're speaking right to me."

"Hm. Very well," Arum says, his tail slowly coiling, and Rilla never expected the Lord of Death to have such warmth in his eyes. Least of all while he looks at her. "You, Amaryllis," he says slowly, "are stubborn. Presently."

"Even as a corpse," she says with a snort, and Arum's snout wrinkles, just barely concealing his own sad smile.

The crossing into the realm of death is too dreamlike for proper memory: Damien descends, descends, the notes of his voice fluttering behind him like ribbons in the breeze, and then he stands in a small boat on the bank of a quick river, uncertain of the transition.

"Sit, seeker," the ferryman murmurs.

Horns pierce through the hood of the dark, plush cape that obscures his face, and he holds the pole to guide their vessel in long, slender, scaled hands tipped with claws- but the grief and determination and song are too large within Damien to make room for any degree of fear.

"Sit," he says again, more sternly. "Sit, singer, unless you should like to put us both in these waters."

Damien obeys, carefully settling himself opposite the ferryman.

"You cannot stop," the creature says slowly, "can you?"

Damien realizes, after a moment, that the ferryman is referring to the notes pouring from his lips. He manages something like a smile, his eyes burning, his heart aching, and then he shakes his head.

The creature picks them slowly across the waters with his pole, his eyes downcast beneath his thick hood, and Damien tries to keep his mind fixed, attentive on his goal. The fog rises over the water, over the pair of them, disorienting and strange, and it seems to muffle every edge. Damien can feel it, can feel it trying to ease the grief within him, trying to lull his sadness into silence.

The song that flows from him is a help, in this way. His sorrow rings too clear a note, dispelling the curls of gray that edge too close. Distant, distant, subtle and soft, Damien thinks he hears an echo. A resonance, like the hum of glass when it senses a sympathetic note. He does not understand it, but he feels it.

"You cannot stop," the ferryman repeats, "can you?"

An echo of Damien's sorrow rings in his voice, now, and Damien knows that he means something different , now. He shakes his head again.

"I cannot," he croons, his eyes slipping closed. "I must descend, I must cross. I must find her again. I cannot stop, I cannot turn aside, I cannot forget- without her, I am... I am only the instrument of my grief."

"You still live," the ferryman says, low and full of more emotion than Damien expects. "More than an instrument is required, to weave beauty such as yours. Skill, and love, and magic. You are not so hollow as you claim, I assure you of that."

Perhaps it is something in the magic of this place, perhaps it is the earnest warning in the ferryman's voice and the shine of tears Damien can see flashing beneath his hood, perhaps it is the fact that he is closer, now, to Rilla than he has been since her death, but-

He feels... less hollow than he had, before.

"You can stop, if you wish. You have that choice, still, within your hands. There is still time. I may still turn the boat around, to return you where you belong," the ferryman says, his voice terribly soft, and Damien's heart falls. "Defying the laws of life and death will not come without cost, regardless of the beauty of your song. What would it take," he whispers, "to cause you to leave this place with your aims unfulfilled?"

"There is no prize of such worth, no consolation to be had, no gold nor glory nor favor that could wrench my heart from hers," Damien says, and his words shift to song as they leave his tongue, woven through with magic and such deep truth that he feels it sink into his bones. "I will not return to the land of the living without her by my side."

This is true as well. Damien knows, as he speaks these words, that this is both prophecy and curse in potentia.

She will leave with him, or he will not leave at all. They will both rise to sunlight again, or neither of them will.

"You believe that she would be pleased, to know that you would toss yourself into death to find her again?"

The way Rilla's eyes would flash, the scowl on her lips, her furrowed brow, the musculature of her arms as she crosses them furiously in front of her chest-

"She will be incandescent with rage," Damien keens, and the notes of the song bounce with his almost-sob. "I shall be so, so blessed to bear her ire again at last."

The ferryman stares for a long, long moment, the waters and the fog both curling past them, and at long, long last he sighs.

"You truly have no fear of Death, then?"

Damien considers. This river is a threshold; he can feel the way it pulls him in both directions. He can feel the memory of Rilla at his back, the glow of the living world. He can feel her soul ahead of him, in the more still waters.

"My greatest fear is behind me, already come to pass," Damien sings, gentle. "Perhaps there is danger ahead, but there my only hope lives, too." Damien smiles, despite the wetness on his cheeks. "Hope lives with death, now. With her."

#elle's fanfic #the penumbra podcast #second citadel #rad bouquet #lizard kissin' tuesday #lord arum #amaryllis of exile #sir damien #mourning bouquet au #bah. bah i say..

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crystalangelluna · 4 years

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A New Chance Chapter 5

Ao3/ Part 1 /Part 2 /Part 3 /Part 4/ Part 5(You're here)

Taglist: @wannajointhecrabcult @kceedraws @thequeenofpotatoeunicornss @lilyreadbooks12

Enjoy:

{With the PMH (Past Miraculous Holder} They were all sitting in the movie theater, eating popcorn, and watching the events unfold themselves.

“Our little bug needs some guidance, you guys thinking what I am thinking.” The first-ever ladybug spoke up (Mei).

“We should give her a surprise, after school”

Everyone agreed and started planning out their idea. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (With Mari) Yesterday was pretty embarrassing, especially since the assassins escaped. Oh well, I don’t want to relive that again.

(Mari it is Mei, after school today, go to the alleyway near _______ street. We have a surprise for you. Make sure to bring Kaalki with you. And just know, we are looking after you.)

(Thank you, Mei, I am happy to hear from you again, say hi to the others for me, will you?).

She happily agreed.

In under 10 minutes, I got ready to go to school, I grabbed my purse along with Tikki and Kaalki, and headed out.

Gotham Academy

Very different than I had pictured it, but it will do.

Being the new student sucks sometimes but it is what it is.

My mission is to avoid Damien at all costs. But apparently luck isn’t on my side, because he is on the other side of the school steps,

Great way of keeping a low profile, Mari. I scolded myself

Just ignore the pretty boy… Just ignore the pretty, wait what? Stop it, Mari, you promised yourself you wouldn’t go down this path again…

Just ignore your childhood crush,

Shi- No cussing, a tinny voice said in the back of my head. Shoot he’s looking at me better RUN!!!

(Damian’s pov) Yesterday was pretty embarrassing, and not to mention the bloody assassins dared to escape. All because of my insolent brothers.

Alfred dropped me off at Gotham Academy. I honestly don’t understand why my father forces me to even go to this school. I am clearly more intelligent than these empty-headed people. But apparently, I have to “socialize” with kids my age. No thank you I am fine with just one friend.

Where did that come from?

I was about to go inside when I noticed someone on the other side of the school steps.

It seemed the new student was having a fight with herself, she then ran up the steps and trip but got back up and headed to the office.

What an idiot.

Whispers were going around the school, so were rumors and questions about the new student. Why would a new student be joining in the middle of the trimester, and especially in the city with the worst crime in the world?

Suspicious…

I headed to my first class, Physics

I sat at the back of the classroom next to Jon because he is the most tolerable in the whole school.

“Good morning class today we have a new student, please introduce yourself, Miss.”

The same girl from earlier stood up to speak,” Hi my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I originally lived in Paris.” This raises my suspensions even more, why would someone who lives in a safe city be somewhere like Gotham. People are Weird.

(Mari's POV)

“Thank you Marinette, you sit next to Marely, please raise your hand.” A black-haired, brown-eyed, Hispanic-looking girl raised her hand. While I was walking to my seat, 2 things stood out to me. I was sitting behind the one person I didn’t want to sit near.

Damian Freaking Wayne/Robin. And he was glaring at me, great, the famous bat glare.

I just sighed.

Great trying to stay away from Damian is harder than I thought,

Mei and the rest had something to do with this.

(Mei and the rest of the crew) They were snickering at the screen that showed their beloved little bug and her fate. Marinette was correct; they were a part of it, especially if they were planning her love life all while eating popcorn. This was going to be Fun.

(Time skip, Mari's Pov)

It was lunchtime already and so far I was done with my first 3 classes. I had Marely in all of my classes so she showed me around the school. She easily became one of my new best friends. Luckily for me, Damien was only in my first class.

Lunch came and went by, I punched a kid in the face cause he went too far in his opinion on me, then we got sent to the principal's office only for him to place us in detention for the next day. And then it was time for the last class of the day...

Gym.

Oh how I was excited to participate in this class {who hates the gym, cause I do?}

The Gym teacher announced that they would be competing against the art teacher's class since the teacher was absent for the day.

Low and behold…

…

{You guys probably think It is Damian, am I right?}...

…

It was that jerk face that I met earlier, the one I punched in the face, for calling me pathetic and a liar. Can't I have no enough enemies in my life? Jack, Jacob, Jim whatever his name is,

he is going DOWN!!!

Too bad he got on my bad side, you never want to see a pissed off, Mari.

Also, too bad for him, dodgeball is my favorite game, and I happen to be the best at it.

Well back when I was alive in my Paris.

And I happen to be the hero Ladybug. And I carry the Kwami's Of Creation and Teleportation right now, and not to mention the others especially Plagg./p>

Calm down Mari, it is okay you have another chance, you can sorta of start over again. I told myself.

Right now you have to show jerk face exactly who he messed with.

(Another time skip cause ya author too lazy 🤪)

Let's just say he will never mess with me, again. And for that matter, if these Gotham kids are who I think are, word spreads fast, and they would know not to mess with me.

As I was heading to the direction Mei talked to me again.

(Bring Marely with you, she will play a big roll in the future. Oh and she needs to know the truth after your surprise)

(Are you sure, that could be dangerous and risky?)

(Trust me you will need all the help you can get, just don't worry about it right now, you know what Bunnixx would say!!)

(Yeah, yeah I know, everything has a time and place.)

(Marley's pov)

I was about to leave the building when Marinette or as she told me to call her Mari, called out to me. I turned around and saw her running towards me.

She tripped but caught herself gracefully, I giggled.

" Do you need anything Mari?"

"I was wondering if you would like to hang out right now?"

My common sense screamed at me not to go because, 1.We are in Gotham for crying out loud. 2.She could be a villain in disguise And 3. I just met her.

But alas my gut is telling me to go, and I trust my gut, especially since it got me out of sticky situations.

So I went with her.

(Damian's POV) All-day people were pestering me with rumors about the new student. Especially after school, apparently, she beat up a kid and beat him at Dodgeball.

I spotted her talking to the girl she sat next to during Physics.

They left the building, and then I did what any reasonable person would do.

I dragged Jon with me and we followed them.

This is Gotham after all. And I am the son of the World's greatest detective.

(Mari's POV)

Someone was following me, I bet I know who.

It won't be of any use losing them now.

I’m just going to let them be surprised. Oh the CHAOS!!!

When we arrived at the place Mei informed me, Marely was confused.

"Just wait for it." Not even 5 seconds later a portal opened up behind us and covered our mouths, I wonder if this is the surprise that Mei had for me.

Then they yanked us into the portal and it closed.

I looked into a familiar room that I thought I would never see again I turned around and I saw…

And older looking Adrien and Kagami than me, precisely 3 years.

I was wrapped in a hug. I didn't even know that we were crying, once that was over I looked up to see Marely super confused and shocked.

I mean who wouldn't be both when you were kidnapped, then your recently new friend hugs your kidnappers and they all cry, and you don't even know what is going on.

"Umm, Marely meet my best friends Adrien and Kagami, from another alternate universe."

"Hi, I am Adrien" The sunshine boy is back.

"Greetings, nice to meet the friend of my best friend."

"Hi, I am Marely, can you tell me what the heck is going on???"

"Well, you see Marely…"

(With Damian)

Wtf just happened?!?!?!?

#damianette #daminette #maridami #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #maribat #mlb x dc #ml x dc

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 3 years

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Out of Action or Lessons to be Learnt

Quick Tag List: @kuruumiya @spacelizardtrashboys @stupidbluegirl @enigmaticandunstable @nattinngrst

This Passage Contains Potentially: swearing, violence, blood, angst, whump, fluff and smutty content. Chapter-specific warning: This chapter contains mention of pregnancy symptoms such as morning sickness, and food cravings as well as mood swings

Summary: Kirby tries to survive the new developments in her life, Rod becoming slightly overprotective doesn't really help much.

Kirby's POV:

After the show on Sunday (24th June) Roddy decided to invite Orton and Schultz out to dinner with us.

"So you got your woman pregnant?"

"Yes, David. Why'd you ask?" I answered for Roddy

"When's it due?"

"Well, Schultzy," I had to do some calculations in my head, "Around the end of next Feb."

"So, Rod, Kirby, y'all got any ideas for names yet?" Orton quizzed

"I ain't got no names, you got any names, Kirbs?"

"I like the name 'Casey' it's a good, neutral name, y'know."

"Your woman's a quicker thinker than you, boy."

"Yeah, Rod, ya married a feisty one."

"As Kirby'll tell ya lads, it's a marriage of equals."

We finished our meals, paid and left, heading to the next show. Tuesday, Twenty-Sixth, Providence, Rhode Island. Then the next show, Wednesday, Twenty-Seventh, Columbus, Ohio. After the Wednesday show Rod and myself spent some time with Orndorff and Orton. Then the next show, Thursday, Twenty-Eighth, Rod was meant to do a show in Dayton, Ohio, without me but he no-showed.

"Rod, McMahon called, something about a show in Dayton?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell them I was looking after you."

"Roddy, I'm fine, you should've done the show."

"Kirbs, I care more about making sure ya alright than doing every show, I need to know that you're okay."

"Roderick. Would you listen to me?!"

"Kirby, don't you go telling me what to do!"

Rod had gotten right up into my face, soon he seemed to notice the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Kirby, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Woah, Rod. Rod, it's alright, you're okay, Hon. Roddy, come here."

I pulled him into my arms, feeling him gently caress my stomach.

"Kirbs, d'ya think I'll make a good father?"

"Of course you'll make a good father, Rod."

The following day, the moment I woke up I had to rush to the bathroom and throw up, Rod rushed in after me, checking that I was alright and helping me clean myself off. We had to attend a show in Elizabeth, New Jersey the next day. The next show after that was Tuesday, the Second of July, Glen Falls, New York, after the show Rod asked me to come with him to a local bar to meet an 'old friend' of his, or in other words, Rod was asking me to keep him calm.

"Kirby, this is Greg 'The Hammer' Valentine. Greg, my beautiful wife, Kirby Piper."

"You're the gal I keep hearing about from people."

"Well, that depends on what you've heard."

"I heard that you were, or are, pregnant."

"That's true," Orton butted in, "Rod and I got told that on TV."

"Yeah, Piper's Pit, last month. I'm glad you found yourself a person who makes you happy, Rod."

"I, uh, I watched the matches you two had in Eighty-three."

"What did you think of them?"

"They're good, excellent even, though, the dog collar match. I can't watch that ever again."

"Why not?"

"Cause I worry about you, every time I watch it, Roddy."

The next show was Thursday, the fifth, in Hazelton, Pennsylvania. Jimmy Snuka and Roddy. I accompanied Rod to ringside, grabbing a seat at ringside. I had to run to the back about five minutes into the match. Rod rushed to the back after me, I could hear him getting counted out.

"Kirbs, Kirby, are you alright?"

"Rod, Rod, c'mere you idiot."

"Ya tired, Honey?"

I placed my forehead in the crook of his neck, "I'm exhausted right now."

"C'mon, I'll take ya back to the hotel and let ya rest."

Rod drove us back to the hotel and Orndorff stopped by with a new guy.

"Hi Paul."

"Hey, Kirbs, are you alright?"

"I'm better than earlier."

"She was non-stop apologising to me on the way here. Adrian, this is my wonderful wife, Kirby."

"Hi, you're, uhm, Dick Murdoch's tag partner?"

"Yeah, Adrian Adonis, nice to meet ya."

"Kirby Piper, pleasure to meet you too, Adrian. Rod?"

"Yes honey?"

"Can I slap Snuka?"

Rod let out a chuckle, "If you want to, hon. It would make my day."

Orndorff and Adonis shared a knowing look before Paul spoke up.

"Why do you two want to attack Snuka?"

"Because he's a dickhead." I stated flatly before covering my mouth in shock, "I didn't mean to say that."

"Why not, you're right. If he hurts or threatens you, he's dead meat, honey."

"Rod, don't. You can't be in your children's life if you're locked away in prison."

"Children, plural?"

"We all know that this child ain't gonna be the last." Adrian added

"True. Thank you Adrian."

"So, what was your reaction to the pregnancy, Kirby?"

"Uhm, well, if I'm honest with you, Adrian, at first I couldn't believe it. I think my first words were 'oh no'."

"Your first reaction was 'Oh no'?" Rod stated, sounding slightly hurt

"Rod, I wrestle for a living. Pregnancy lasts between eight and ten months. That means I'm out for a long while."

"Alright. Alright."

"I love you, Roddy."

After Orndorff and Adonis left Rod changed his focus back to me.

"C'mere you," He pulled me towards him, chest to chest, before kissing me roughly and backing me towards the bed, "You sexy goliath."

"You are such a hot head, Roderick."

"You married me though, didn't ya." He hoisted my leg, pressing his groin into mine.

"As if I'd turn you down, my love."

On Saturday (the seventh) I was at ringside, watching Roddy lose by DQ, the moment Rod left the ring he walked over to me, pulling me to my feet only to dip me into a kiss.

After the show we went back to the hotel with Valentine, Adonis and Orndorff.

Me and Paul were in the hotel room just chatting away when we heard a crash from the hallway, followed by several smaller crashes and then a banging at the door.

Greg threw the door open and Paul helped get Adrian and Roddy inside.

"What the fuck happened?"

The room went silent and Greg went to get help as me and Paul watched over Adrian and Roddy.

"Roddy."

No response. I took my shirt off (a plain white T-shirt, which would not be white for much longer) and used it to try and stem the bleeding from the cut on his outer thigh.

"Rod."

He groaned in a pained response

"Roderick, talk to me."

We spent the night in the hospital, Rod needed stitches to the wound on his thigh and Adrian needed stitches to the wound on his right pectoral, Adrian would be in the hospital for two days at the least and both would be back in action by Friday.

Jesse came to visit and Rod introduced him to me and vice versa, introducing me as 'My beloved wife, the mother of my unborn child and the woman who saved my life, twice.'

While Rod slept off the pain in his leg, Jesse raised some questions to me.

"Did you see him get hurt?"

"No, Jesse, I saw the injury after Valentine dropped him on the bed."

"How long have you two been together?"

"We've known each other since January, Schultz introduced us. We started dating each other at the end of January, from the twentieth. Got married on the first of June, not too long after that, he got me pregnant."

"This is the, second, time."

"Second time for what?"

"Roddy being injured."

"Yeah, same leg too."

"Some fans are fucking insane."

"I'm just glad they haven't gone after me, Rod would lose his mind if anything happened to me, or the baby."

"You should hear him in the locker room."

"He's always talking about me?"

"Always, usually to Adonis. Those two are usually stuck to each other by the hip. If he's not with Adonis, he's with Orton, or Schultz, or Orndorff, or Valentine, or even me."

"He constantly talks about me?"

"Either you, or more recently, the baby."

"He's the kindest, most respectful man, I've ever met, Jesse."

"Thank you, baby." Rod mumbled out.

"Roddy," I jumped slightly, rushing from Jesse's side to sit next to Rod on the hospital bed, "Are you alright, my love."

"C'mere," Rod pulled me in, lazily and sloppily kissing me on the lips.

"I, uh, I got you guys this," Jesse handed Roddy a book, "I know it's early, but you can never be too prepared y'know."

After Roddy was released from the hospital, we decided to spend the night alone.

"Roddy, I, good God I don't want this to come off as if I'm scared. Rod, I don't want to let you out of my sight."

"Kirbs, come here," He pulled me into a hug, "If I never let you outta my sight, then ya never have to let me out of your sight."

We slept and I got up earlier than Rod, I did my morning routine before deciding to flick through the parenting book that Jesse gave us.

Around half an hour later I finished going through the book and heard Rod yawn and the hotel bed creak under his weight.

"Morning."

"What a beautiful sight to wake up to."

"Roderick, you charmer. How's the leg, my love?"

"Slowly getting better. Kirbs?"

"Uh huh?"

"Damien said that, your Da, called him, as in Damien. We need to go to our place and pick some stuff up that your Mam and Da sent over."

"If we leave after you get dressed, we can get home, spend Tuesday and Wednesday there and then drive to the show on Thursday so we can be there for Friday."

"I love how your brain works."

"I love you too, Rod."

By the time we got back to the house it had actually taken us around a day and a half, we reached the house, got what mail had accumulated and left for the show in Chicago, getting to a hotel on Thursday night.

I had separated the mail into four stacks, bills, family mail, fan letters, and unsorted as of yet.

"Bills, fan letter, fan letter, somethin' from my family, fan letter, fan letter, family mail, bill."

"Kirbs?"

"Cannae talk right now, Rod. Family mail, fan letter, fan letter, fan letter, family mail."

"Kirby?"

"Cannae talk right now, Roddy. Bill, Bill, fan letter, bill, family mail, fan letter, fan letter."

"Kirby, my love, Kirby?"

"I Can nae talk right now Roderick. Fan letter, Fa-"

Rod cut me off by grabbing my face and kissing me roughly.

"Kirby, you can go through that later, right now, ya need ta sleep, baby."

While Rod was doing the show, I stayed at the hotel, and went through all the mail. I ended up going to a local supermarket and an ATM in order to pay the bills, sending money off to each company and opening my fan letters, many of which were actually hate mail, ignoring the hatred of both me and my husband, I opened some of the mail my family had sent, most of which were small boxes of my things or wedding presents.

Rod walked in with Jesse and Adrian close behind him.

"Oh, there's ma beautiful wife."

"Did ya win, love?"

"Double disqualification."

"Oh, Hon."

"No, it's fine. What's in the mail babe?"

"I've dealt with the bills, uhm, wedding gifts from my family, some of my old stuff from my younger years. I've put most of it in the back of the D200. I haven't opened your fan mail."

"Kirby?"

"Yes, Adrian."

"How's the baby?"

"The baby's fine. How are you guys doing?"

"We're good, Kirbs" Jesse stated, rather matter-of-factly.

We spent around an hour hanging out with Jesse and Adrian before Jesse departed, Adrian stayed with me while Rod went out to get the boys some beer.

"So, Roddy's good to you?"

"Yeah, He's the best man I've ever had in my life. He's not possessive, he's rather protective, especially when he's jealous, he tries his hardest to make sure I'm happy and the baby's okay."

"You know, he's my best friend, right?"

"I suspected that you two were close after seeing you guys stick around each other at a couple shows."

The door swung open and Rod placed an ice cold beer against Adrian's neck.

"Hey, hey. stop that man."

"Boys, don't fight, especially when there's a pregnant woman nearby."

"I'm sorry baby, c'mere."

Rod put the rest of the six pack on the floor and walked over to me, kissing me gently on the forehead and then on the lips, several times, getting needier every time and deepening the kiss, backing me up until he could straddle my lap before realising what he was doing.

"Sorry about that, Adrian. I got a bit carried away. She is the most attractive woman I've ever met."

"Nah, don't worry about it, you two are married. You should show that you love each other, you've got a kid on the way and before ya know it, you'll be parents. Ya kids have gotta know that ya love each other, and that love is meant to be shown, ya know."

END OF OUT OF ACTION or LESSONS TO BE LEARNT

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Trouble in Paradise Pt. 2 Power couple pt. 5

Here comes the angst! Dont say I didnt warn you...!! I also made a post before this one about some spotify playlist I made about the pairings in this ship except for Dickinette and Brucinette just cause I don’t have a particular feel for their music amongst my collecetion. But if you want to ask questions or make any suggestions about music choices, please let me know and I will be more than happy to discuss about them. Now here comes the angst

There was a shooting in Paris at an event that Sabine and Tom were catering at while at the same time Scarecrow attacked the post office where Mari was receiving a care package from her parents. Marinette was infected with fear toxin that made her hallucinate that her parents died in front of her while having Damian appear and kill her whilst saying that he never loved her and the arranged marriage was a bluff for his affair with Lila Rossi

While real-time in Paris they were shot at close-range point blank with a muzzled gun in the midst of the shooter rampage. Batman and associates arrived then gave her the antidote for the toxin but in the hospital where she is recovering she sees the news about Paris.

"Among the fallen were award winning bakers Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng owners of Tom and Sabine Bakery which had multiple store locations though their original was here in the heart of Paris on Ducal St., they are survived by their only daughter Marinette Dupain-Cheng- Al-Ghul who is also more commonly known as the fashion mogul MDC This Paris News 7 with the latest update, back to you Paul in New York."

Mari after that loses it completely, she had to be restrained and held in a psychiatric ward for a bit just for the safety of herself and others around her. She had to be placed in a medically induced coma just to let her body heal properly. Damien, on the other hand, is about to destroy anything in his warpath, first his wife was attacked by the Scarecrow and was made to be seen Ra's only knows what terrors. Him not knowing that he, himself was part of the terror that scarred his wife. Second his beloved aunt and uncle was murdered. Though he has his suspicions that it may have been an enemy of the League who killed them. *T’was not*

Hell was about to rise and no one was safe from his wrath. Once Damian gets to Gotham hospital, the doctors inform him about his wife being in the psych ward and her mental instability. Added punch to the gut she's pregnant. Only about 6 weeks but with everything that has been happening and her body being generally small the safest thing is consider an abortion and try later. Damian does not take the news well.

There may have been mistreatment of medical equipment added to the bill along with threats of harassment against the doctors...

He finds his disregarded family waiting outside her room and snarls in disgust because how dare they try to show sympathy for his wife in order to gain his trust. Bruce, Dick and Tim are the ones outside of the hospital room with Babs and Cass coming from the cafeteria with coffee in their hands.

“You have no business being here, this is an Al Ghul matter, which makes it a matter of the League.Not that is should concern any of you, leave now ibn kalb*” dismissed Damain despite protest from everyone.

He walks into her room and sees all the machines hooked up to his queen, who looks like shes been to hell and more, he grabs her hand tightly and leaves a kiss on her forehead, whispers to Mari’s abdomen

" hello amira*, i am your alab*, your mother is asleep right now, you have to help me wake her so we can be a family together."

Shes in a coma for about 2 weeks. There’s constant news coverage about her condition from the scarecrow attack along outpouring support from celebrities, actors, and average clients along with her Paris friends. Neither Sabine or Tom have any other siblings or family that collect their body. Gina has unforgettably passed away 3 years ago due to age, and decaying mental health.

Damain doesn't leave her side the whole time, he’s there during visiting hours every single day, he’s relentless about his search for Scarecrow in order to enact revenge for harming his wife and unborn child. He has lost a portion of his muscle mass due to not working out and lack of nutrition, he also has a growing 5 o’clock shadow growing due to lack of hygiene.

Though at night, Damian calls a truce with his father to take down the scarecrow, though on the other side of the world he has a secret op group that is hunting down the shooter that killed Sabine and Tom. They were not successful in that mission.

When Marinette wakes up though, she wakes up in the middle of the night, precisely when Damian and batfam take down the Scarecrow. Though all the boys have to physically hold Damain back from not taking of Scarecrow’s head right off. So she freaks out again though this time due to her scarecrow vision’s making it actually seem Damian ran off with Lila. When Damian finally gets to the hospital, he has to calm her down without mentioning anything about the baby to not further stress her out.

“Oh beloved I was so scared when I woke up, nobody was there and I thought you had left me alone”

“No my queen, I was taking revenge in honor of you, I’m ashamed that the disgrace of a father denied me my trophy but be rest assured that the enemy is contained.”

ibn kalb-Son of dog, amira- princess, alab-father) These are the rough translations, i did some research about son of dog, appearantly is an insult, though i can always be mislead, the other translations are from google so in case they are wrong let me know and I will adjust.

So this Pt. 2 of troubles in Paradise but by no means is that the end of it. We still have to see about the baby though and who shot Tom and Sabine, what is their motive? Let me know what you think! (I swear I thought I posted this yesterday but my dumbutt forgot to change save draft to post now.... oops

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imlovethomassanders · 4 years

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Destined - Chapter 2

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 (FINAL)

Summary: Damien never wanted soulmates. When his fifteenth birthday came, he prayed he wouldn’t receive a “hint” - a way soulmates are connected to help find each other. And to Damien’s horror, the universe gives him multiple soulmates. He’s determined to not let them find out about them. He wants to let them live in ignorant bliss and not force them to deal with him. As Damien grows older, he moves away and goes to college - He even manages to find a boyfriend that he chose himself, and Damien tells himself that he’s happy. But on Damien’s twentieth birthday, the universe gives him and his soulmates another hint - and this one is not one Damien can avoid.

Pairing: DLAMP

Warnings:Abusive romantic relationship (physically, sexually, and verbally), past physical parental abuse, sex and alcohol mentions, general angst (but happy ending)

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Damien woke up alone again, but that was expected. Jackson wasn't coming back until late that night. He groaned as he pushed himself up. He didn't want to think about how Jackson would react to his new hint.

He glanced down at his wrist to see writing, and he quickly looked back up - not quite ready to deal with all that.

He went to take a shower to clear his head, and turned the water to almost as hot as it would go before sitting on the small shower floor to let the hot water wash over him. Taking a deep breath, he decided to finally check the writing on his arm.

'Hello dear. I know we have yet to meet, but I already absolutely adore you. I was overjoyed to hear that I have a fourth love to pamper and dote on. I don't know what you're going through, but I know I want to help in whatever way you need me. I'm here for you <3' R wrote in their familiar messy cursive.

'I'm afraid I don't quite excelt in emotions, but do know that I hope you're alright and I look forward to the day we finally make acquiantance.' from L.

'Talk to us soon, please. We want to know you're safe.' from the purple writing.

'I told you they'd be excited <3' from Patton.

Damien wiped the tears from his eyes. They should be furious with him! They should want nothing to do with him! But instead they say they care about him - that they want him to be okay.

But he is okay. And how can they really care about him? They know nothing about him.

"So they can't really care," Damien muttered to himself as he stood up. He showered and dried off quickly so he could hurry and get his clothes back on.

Damien waited nervously for Jackson to come home. While waiting, he tried to figure out how to tell him about the new hint, but couldn't find the right words. When Damien heard the front door unlock, he still had no idea what to say.

"Hey," Damien said. He was immediately pulled into a kiss which caused him to smile and wish he could forget about his soulmates for just a few minutes.

"How're you?" Jackson asked as he slid his hand down Damien's back and squeezed his ass, causing Damien to jump.

Oh yeah. He had forgotten that was on the agenda.

"I actually have something to tell you..." Damien said. Jackson's eyebrows furrowed together.

"What?"

"I got another hint."

Anger flashed over Jackson's eyes, but it was gone almost as quickly as it appeared.

"Which one?"

"We can see through each other's eyes. I can't control when it happens," Damien said.

"What happened?" Jackson asked as the grip he had on Damien's arm grew tighter.

"It only happened once. He talked to me, but I didn't do anything back."

Damien yelped as Jackson yanked his arms towards him and pushed his sleeves up to read what they had written.

"Well, I'll just have to remind you who you belong to, huh?"

Jackson looked up at him with dark eyes. Damien shuddered, but he nodded. And before he knew it, he was being picked up and flung onto the bed.

It was two weeks until their new hint was triggered again. Damien was about to fall asleep, Jackson's arm wrapped around his waist, when he was alerted it was going to happen again. He winced as the world went white.

He was in an empty theater. There was a ghostlight on the stage and a single spotlight on him, but everything else was dark. The stranger Damien was looking through had frozen in place.

"Well, hello!" they said after a couple of seconds. "I was wondering when I'd get the chance to talk to you."

They walked downstage and sat down on the edge, looking over the dark house.

"I'm Roman. I'm a bit surprised that the universe decided now was a good time for me to speak to you, but I'm not complaining. I'm here practicing my big monologue for the play coming up," Roman said as he grabbed his water bottle. He took a drink before continuing. "I've been doing theatre since I was a kid. Not to brag, but I'm pretty damn good at it. The professors here love me~"

Damien rolled his eyes.

"They gave me a spare key to the theater for practice. It's so hard during the day when students keep coming in and out of the theater. Do you know how many times I've found some student just sleeping in the house seats? It's ridiculous."

Roman fell onto his back to lay down on the stage.

"...That morning when Patton told us we had another soulmate, I almost didn't believe him," Roman said softly after a moment, raising his hand to the light. "I mean, no offense to you, but years without a fifth person's writing would make you think that. But he told us how he spoke to you. He sounded so serious. And Pat's not one to joke about things like that."

Roman dropped his arm beside him.

"But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. As much as I adore the other three, there has always been this feeling that something was missing. I was never willing to bring it up as to not worry my beloveds, because I didn't want them to think I was unhappy with them. I'm happier than I ever imagined I could be. But it felt like... like when you don't need something for school one day, so you leave it home. But then for the entire day you feel off because that familiar weight isn't in your backpack. That's how it felt, and now I understand why.

Damien's eyebrows furrowed as he adjusted himself further into his pillow.

"I really can't understand why you won't talk to us," Roman said after another moment. "I don't want to offend you or scare you off, but I really don't get it. I spent my entire childhood looking forward to my fifteenth birthday. Then again, I'm told I'm quite the romantic. Perhaps you are not? I don't want my fervor to scare you away. However doting I may be, more than anything I want my soulmates happy. Don't ever think I wouldn't be happy to slow down to whatever pace your comfortable with."

They were alerted that their time together was almost over, and Roman sighed.

"Don't be afraid to talk to us. See you soon, my darling."

And Damien was back in his room.

...My darling.

Roman didn't even know him and he had called Damien his darling.

He thought back to what Roman said, about going at Damien's own pace, and how Jackson treated him.

Damien then pushed that train of thought aside, adamant to not let these strangers make him think poorly of Jackson. Jackson did everything he did because he loved and wanted him. They chose each other.

He was sure that whatever promises his soulmates made to him would be broken as soon as they met. As soon as he opened his snarky mouth around them, they'd change their minds and leave. Just like everyone else - except Jackson.

In his sleep, Jackson tightened his grip on Damien and snuggled closer. Damien smiled and nestled further into Jackson's chest, ready to finally be able to sleep.

It had been a few months after Damien's night with Roman. It was now the summer leading into his next year of college, and Damien was glad things had gone back to normal. His and Jackson's relationship had fallen back into their regular pattern of date nights and sex, Jackson's jealousy rarely flaring up.

Summer had been quite boring, spending days on end alone in the house whenever Jackson went off with friends. But it did give Damien plenty of time to practice and experiment with makeup. Pretty soon, he felt he was ahead of anyone else in his upcoming makeup classes.

With this newfound confidence and the comfort of his normal routine, he rarely found himself worrying about his new hint.

That is, of course, until it happened again.

Damien sighed as he sat back in his chair in front of the mirror.

"Let's just get this over with," Damien thought as the world again went white.

He was on a campus. His school campus.

Oh, no. They went to his school.

He was walking towards one of the main student parking lots, though it was mostly empty since it was summer. Whoever he was seeing through was holding a phone to their ear.

"I have my phone so I can speak to you without worrying passerby," the stranger said. "It is quite unexpected timing, but that is not to say I am displeased. I am actually very grateful that I have been given this chance to talk to you, especially since it has been so long since any of us have had a... visit from you, I guess would be an appropriate term."

"My name is Logan. I am taking summer classes here. I'm majoring in chemical engineering, but I am also pursuing education to become a teacher or professor if I so choose."

"I call it a backup plan. Roman calls it overkill."

Logan unlocked his car and shoved his phone in his pocket before shutting the door and starting the ignition.

"I have been thinking about what I would say to you when given the chacne, but now that I find myself in this predicament I can not seem to find my words."

Logan paused as he backed his car out of the parking lot.

"Roman and Patton told me what they said. While I entertained the thought of giving an emotional spiel of the same caliber, I am afraid I am just not capable of putting emotions into words. Facts are more my forte - Concrete statements that can not be disputed. So here are the facts: I understand your hesitance of speaking to your soulmates, since it took me weeks after my fifteenth birthday to write to Patton. I do not know you, so I can not claim that I adore or love you, but I genuinely do hope that you are in a safe situation, and I look forward to when we are able to meet."

"There. Maybe when we meet in person I can think of something better to say, but for now I think this will suffice."

Damien sighed in relief. He didn't know if he could handle another emotionally guilting speech.

"We have an apartment not too far from campus. We used to live on the other side of town and the commutes got so annoying."

Damien tensed as he watched Logan turn onto the road by his apartment. Oh, for the love of God, please don't let them live in the same complex.

Damien sighed in relief as Logan drove past.

"It was hard to find a relatively cheap apartment that could fit the four of us - we are incredibly lucky for what we have. We had to buy a larger bed, and we still argue over the one bathroom sometimes, but all in all I say it has been worth it."

As Logan stopped at a red light, the two were alarted that their time together was going to end.

"Well, I hope this was not a miserable experience for you. Frankly, I am still trying to get used to the concept. I hope I get to see you soon, and I wish you the best."

Damien was staring at himself in the mirror. He didn't feel like doing makeup anymore.

While that experience had been easier to stomach than the previous ones, it still wasn't ideal. Damien sighed as he reached for his makeup wipes.

They went to his school.

How many times had he walked past them? Had they seen each other before? Did they share any classes?

Damien knew he had to me much more cautious this upcoming school year.

A bit more than a month later, Damien was reading over his class schedule again. School was starting soon, and he couldn't stop worrying about meeting his soulmates.

Damien was hesitent to tell Jackson. Jackson would probably set even stricter rules for Damien, or he might even force Damien to stop going to campus altogether.

It was getting late and Damien was again waiting for Jackson to get home. Around in the morning he gave up waiting and went to get ready for bed.

He was brushing his teeth when he waws alerted he was going to see through one of his soulmates again. He groaned as he spit out his toothpaste. He was really tired and he just wanted to get some sleep. He left the bathroom and fell onto his bed, hitting the mattress as soon as the world went white.

It was dark - Damien couldn't tell where his soulmate was. But after a moment he could tell they were staring at their lap.

"Sorry," they suddenly said in a weak voice. "Give me a moment."

They took a shaky breath and wiped tears off their face. That voice wasn't Patton's, or Roman's, or Logan's. This was the purple handwriting.

The stranger looked up and though it was too dark to see much, Damien could tell they were sitting on the roof of a building.

"I just.." the stranger started, but trailed off. They sighed.

"I've been waiting for my turn to talk to you. I've been worrying about what I should say because I didn't want to say anything that might drive you even further away because I'm not great with words and then as more time went on I was worried that the universe decided I shouldn't speak to you because I'd just mess things up and-"

The stranger stopped their rant and took another shaky breath.

"I'm sorry. I just... I don't want to screw this up."

"The others are asleep. They don't know I'm up here. It's a good place to go to just be alone for a while."

"I'm okay, by the way. I'm just worried about the school year. It starts really soon. I'm an art major minoring in creative writing and while I really love it, it sometimes feels like too much to handle. Sometimes I can't help but think about every possible thing that could go wrong."

The stranger paused.

"I know you don't want to talk to us," they said slowly. "But we would like to get to know you. Even if you don't want to meet, if you'd just write us or... or... something. It's stressing all of us out. Patton's sad almost all the time. Roman's angry. He tries to act like he's not but he is. Logan and I are trying to be the reasonable ones, but I can tell it's bothering Lo, too and I just... I just... I..."

The stranger trailed off before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

Damien clenched his fists, sharp nails digging into his skin. He wasn't responsible for other people's emotions. He can not be to blame for how they are behaving-

"I'm sorry," the stranger whispered, snapping Damien out of his thoughts. "That was guilting. I don't want you to do anyting you don't want to do. If you really think you'd be happier without us, then okay. We want you to be happy."

Damien unclenched his fists.

"Is it something we said? Are you older than me? Younger? How long have you been reading our conversations without every saying anything?"

"Did Roman scare you off? I know he's obnoxious sometimes but he's a really nice guy and he knows when to tone it down when necessary. Maybe Logan? Look, he's brutally honest and sometimes doesn't know when to keep his opinions to himself, but he's a good dude."

"It couldn't have been Patton, could it? I mean, I guess he can be a bit overbearing, but it's only because he cares so much."

"...I wouldn't be surprised if it was me," Damien's soulmate whispered. "I know I'm snarky somtimes. And rude. And overly sarcastic. And I know my anxiety can be annoying to deal with. But the last thing I'd want is to drive anyone away."

Damien's mind was racing. His heart hurt for this stranger, and he was angry about it. It wasn't his soulmate's fault! This was all on him!

"And it isn't as bad as I made it out to be. I tend to exaggerate. We're getting better. It was a huge shock at first, but we're learning to live with it. So don't feel bad about that. Roman isn't really mad at you. He's mad at whatever is keeping you away from us. Sorry again for being so guilting."

His soulmate sat in silence as he stared towards the horizon. Damien wondered when their time together would run out. None of the other encounters had been this long.

"I was so scared on my fifteenth birthday," his soulmate whispered suddenly. "I didn't have a great upbringing. Well, none of us really did, but mine was particularly bad. Years of parental neglect and vicious bullying left me an anxious wreck."

Damien's breath hitched.

"I wanted a soulmate so badly. I wanted that special person that was promised to love me and accept me. So when I wrote 'hello' on my arm at midnight and no one wrote back, I cried for hours. Now I know that my soulmates were just asleep, but my mind didn't let me think rationally. My mind went to the worst possible scenario: I didn't have a soulmate"

"Then I woke up and saw three different sets of handwriting on my arm and I had a panic attack."

"But they were so nice and so excited to see me. I quickly fell for these three strangers, and they were the only people I trusted - even if I hadn't met them. They were there for me for ther est of high school. They helped me. No one had done that before."

"I actually stopped writing to them once I got to college, though. I fell into a really bad mental state. I convinced myself I was going to fail my classes and drop out and never do anything with my life. I thought the others would be better off without a burden like me.

"I couldn't help but read what they wrote, though. They would regularly ask if I was there, if I was okay. But I never answered. They had never even met me, so they'd get over me eventually, right?"

"Then I met Patton. We had an art class togther, though we never talked. I never really talked to anyone. But one day he had doodled all over his hand, so his doodles were on mine, too. He didn't notice at first, but I couldn't stop staring at him. Eventually he noticed, and he smiled at me with that Patton smile that melts any cold bone in you and assures you that everything is going to be okay."

"And you know what I did? I ran out of the room. I ran to my dorm and locked myself in the bathroom. Pathetic, huh?"

Damien could hear the smile in his voice.

"He later wrote to ask which one of us he had seen. I'm certain he knew it was me, though. When Roman and Logan found out they got so excited. They asked if I looked like I was doing okay. Patton said that I looked 'tired and dangerously skinny,' but that was normal for me. They were all so worried about me. That's when I realized it was bad for all of us for me to ignore them."

"The next art class, Pat was standing outside the door waiting for me. He asked if we could talk, and he gave me such a gentle smile I couldn't say no. We talked and talked and cried a bit, but we figured it out. Patton was adamant he get me out of the dorm with my shitty roommate, so we got a little apartment together. Later we ran into Logan and then Roman, and I thought things couldn't get any better."

"Then a couple years later, one morning Patton tells us we have another soulmate. I completely blanked. I remember staring off into the distance as everything around me turned blurry. The others were speaking, but I couldn't tell you what they had said. Logan led me to the couch and snapped me out of my daze. I was confused. And scared. Everything was finally becoming perfect, and now something was disrupting that."

"I was worried for you, but also anxious for myself, as selfish as that sounds. But then I started wondering, what if there was a fifth person with us? What if someone could be with me while the others had calsses? What if there was a fifth person made for us to join in on cuddle sessions and date nights? I realized we were missing a piece of ourselves, and that missing piece was you," his soulmate finished in a soft whisper.

"I'm sorry. I'm talking too much. You're probably getting sick of me."

Surprisingly, Damien found that he wasn't.

They were alerted that their time together was almost over, and his soulmate sighed.

"I should go back to bed. Take care of yourself, okay?"

Damien was back in his room. He took a shaky breath and pulled his blankets up right under his chin. He stared at the wall for at least half an hour before he heard the door open, meaning Jackson was home.

Damien didn't feel like dealing with Jackson, so he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Jackson called out his name, and he heard Jackson huff as he headed towards the bedroom. For a moment, Damien was worried Jackson would want to wake him up, but instead he just laid down next to him, which Damien was thankful for. He just wanted to go to sleep so he didn't have to think about everything he had just heard.

Right before Damien succumbed to sleep, he realized his soulmate forgot to give his name.

(Thanks for reading! Chapter 3 is scheduled to be posted tomorrow, Jan 9 2020)

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obsidiancreates · 4 years

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I Have Just One Question (Part Two)

You pull up and get out of the car, immediately checking your watch. You’ve just barely made it in time, with mere minutes to spare.

You walk up to the house and run into a man dressed in a military uniform. He’s staring at the door, his hands folded behind his back, clearly nervous. He keeps glancing at a new, sleek, expensive-looking black car in the driveway.

You hesitate, not wanting to disturb him. But he hears your footsteps and, after jumping a bit from realizing he was no longer alone, he turns and greets you.

“Ah! You must be the district attorney! I am Colonel William, a pleasure to meet you. You’re Damien’s friend, yes?”

You nod.

“I wasn’t aware that you knew Aria.”

You’ve only met her a couple of times, you tell him. You really barely know her at all. You aren’t even sure why you’ve been invited to this party, or what the occasion is.

William pales. “Not a happy one, I’m afraid. But... best to leave our hostess to explain things, I think.”

He clears his throat and steps aside. “After you.”

You walk up and ring the doorbell. The butler opens the door, smiling. “Bonjour! Welcome to Markiplier Manor. It’s a pleasure to have you with us. May I see your invitation?”

You hand it to him.

“Thank you. Please, feel free to look around. The mistress will be down to start the festivities shortly.”

You thank him and walk into the house, hearing the butler repeat his words to William.

You walk into a den and find none other than Damien, holding a framed photograph and staring at it. You walk up, and look at the photo.

It’s of him, William, and the late actor Markiplier. They’re all smiling, looking as though the photo had been taken as they were laughing about something.

Damien’s eyes are watering.

You put a hand on his shoulder. He jolts, and yelps.

“Oh! It’s just you.” He wipes his eyes. “Sorry, old friend. It’s... just a difficult day. It’s been a year, now, since he... passed.”

Oh. So that’s the “occasion”.

You pat him on the back and offer your condolences. He smiles and wipes his eyes again.

“Thank you. It’s... I’ll be fine, I think. This place just... has a lot of memories.” He sniffs. “I-I’m sorry, if I could just... be alone for a moment.”

Of course, you say. You give him a quick hug and then walk away.

You go into the kitchen, just wandering aimlessly until the party begins. The chef is... preparing a meal? He’s sharpening his knives, so you hope that’s what he’s doing.

“Hey!” he barks when he notices you. “Stay out of my kitchen! I’m busy! The party’s out there!”

You put your hands up and back out of the room.

Benjamin walks up to you, tray of drinks in hand. “Help yourself, the mistress is almost ready. If you wouldn’t mind waiting by the stairs?”

You take a drink and go to the bottom of the stairs. Damien, William, a woman in a black dress, and a man in a detective's cap all join you.

The woman keeps her eyes on the stairs, standing straight and stiff. William keeps glancing at her, and you can’t tell if it’s with longing or anger. Perhaps both.

The man in the detective’s cap focuses on his drink. With all the tension in the air, and the strange solemn energy the group is radiating, you decide to follow suit. You take a sip of your drink, eyes widening at how strong it is. You shrug, and down it all as fast as you can.

Damien holds his in his hand, but doesn’t sip. It’s the first time you’ve seen him even touch alcohol in nearly a year.

“Welcome, welcome, one and all!”

The voice captures your attention, and you turn your eyes to the stairs.

A woman descends halfway, grinning. She’s wearing a simply gorgeous red silk dress, the color of fine red wine. It’s skirt is a simple, flattering cut, going down all the way to cover her feet. It’s torso is decorated with black lace, and there’s a white ascot curled around her neck and tucked into the front. Her hair is done up into a neat, perfect bun, and her lipstick is the same rich red as her dress.

“It’s wonderful to see you all again, dear friends!” she says, still grinning. Her voice is captivating, loud and clear, commanding attention.

You glance over at Damien, who seems just as shocked as you are.

The few times you’d met Aria, she was... quiet. Friendly, but quiet. Not one to draw attention to herself.

She puts a hand to her chest, her grin becoming a more serious expression. “As you all know, one year ago today I lost my dear husband. He was an amazing, gifted man. He was the light of my life, my beloved. He was a happy man, and though he had his struggles, he persevered.”

“And then, on this fateful day, I found him... dead. At the bottom of a balcony, at a party not unlike this one.”

Everyone around you shifts uncomfortably. Damien grips his glass tight enough for his knuckles to go white, and you can see he’s holding back tears. William looks down at the ground, shutting his eyes tightly. The detective looks at Aria with concern, mouthing “What are you doing?” at her. The woman in the black dress looks down at the ground, a tear slipping down her face.

“The police ruled it a suicide,” Aria continues, her serious expression becoming... hardened. “They said my husband threw himself off that balcony. They said he likely couldn’t take the stress of seeing his old lover and old friend, together and happy, after all that he’d been through when they’d left.”

William lets out a sob. The woman in the black dress sniffles and wipes her eyes.

“But they were wrong.”

At this, everyone stiffens. All eyes raise to Aria.

She’s staring at the group with a cold, steely gaze. “I don’t believe my husband took his own life. I believe he was pushed over that railing.”

“Aria, what are you-”

“There were only four other people with us that night,” she continues, cutting Damien off. “You four.”

You glance around, unsure as to why you’re there as well. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the butler standing guard in front of the front door, keeping hsi eyes on all of you. You see the chef doing the same, standing in the den entryway, freshly-sharpened knife in his hand.

“Which means that one of you did it.” Her voice is hard and cold, like ice.

“Tonight is no party, my friends,” she says, hissing the word. “Tonight, I have just one question.”

She reaches behind her, and pulls a gun out from behind her back. She points it down, drifting the barrel in front of each person’s face. She scowls.

“Who. Killed. Markiplier?”

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(Is this any good? It’s 5 am, I can’t tell. My eyes hurt.)

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nazariolahela · 4 years

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Best Beloved: Chapter 7

A/N: Hey y'all! This story is told in dual first-person narrative, from Kaia (F!MC) and Damien’s POV. The first half of this story takes place during Kaia’s freshman year and Damien’s senior year of college. The second half is two years after Kaia graduates. There will be sprinklings of canon in this fic, but we’ll try to step out of the box for the most part. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Series Tags: @burnsoslow @lady-calypso @irishwhiskys-blog @loveellamae

Synopsis: What happens when you find yourself crushing on your best friend? For years, Damien and Kaia have been friends, while secretly harboring feelings for one another. Everything changes one night after a little too much alcohol and years of pent up feelings. Can they control their emotions and salvage their friendship, or will the feelings they hold for one another destroy everything they have?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: One relationship progresses, while another comes to its end.

Kaia

“STRIKE! Suck it, Kaia!” Victoria shouted as her bowling ball struck all ten pins.

It was Thursday night at the local bowling alley — humorously-titled Split Happens — and my friends and I were hanging out for College Student Night. Nadia initially had the idea for me, her, Steve, and Hayden to double date, but, then I invited Vic and Drake, and it ended up being a group gathering. We invited Sloane, but she had other plans.

Hayden returned to our seats holding two drinks and a basket of fries. He set the fries on the seat in between us and handed me my drink. We’d gone out a few times since the night of the homecoming dance. For our first date, he took me to brunch at this cute little café off-campus. We talked for hours about everything from our favorite professors to our personal lives. He also told me stories about his dog, Dipper. We’d gone out three times after that, each date ending with a hug or a peck on the cheek, and a promise to call or text the next day.

“Your roommate is funny,” he said, grabbing some fries from the basket before shoving them in his mouth. I turned to where Victoria was sitting and saw her eyes glued to Drake’s backside as he bent over to pick up his bowling ball.

“She’s something. I got really lucky in the roommate department.”

He nodded. “Mine sucks. Wanna trade?”

“Ha! Not after the stories you’ve told me. I’m lucky Vic only brings Drake to the room when I’m not there. And no overnights, thank the gods.”

“Well, at least she respects your personal space. I found some lacy underwear in my bed last week. And I know they weren’t mine. Red is totally not my color.”

I laughed and reached for a handful of fries at the same time he did. Our hands brushed and I almost dropped mine at the contact. He looked down at the basket, then back up at me, and smiled as he popped the fries in his mouth. His tongue darted out to lick the granules of salt from his lips, and my eyes followed the movement. The two of us stared at each other until we were interrupted by Nadia slumping down in her chair next to me.

“You’re up, Kaia,” she sighed.

I set my drink down and walked toward the ball return. Finding the pink and white marble ball, I slipped my thumb, middle, and ring fingers into the finger holes, hefted the ball up, and walked up to the foul line.

I stared up at the scoreboard and surveyed my status. It was the tenth frame and I was only six points behind Victoria, so I just needed to knock seven pins down and I’d beat her. We started the game out friendly, but she let her competitive streak get the best of her, and it ended up getting chippy towards the end. Naturally, Steve was smoking all of us. It was stupid how athletically gifted he was. Hayden was in second, followed by Drake, Victoria, then me. Nadia brought up the rear, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was too focused on swapping spit with Steve once her turn was up.

I pulled the ball close to my chest and lined up my shot. Inhale. Exhale. I swung my arm back, before propelling the ball forward and releasing it. It rolled down the lane, teetering towards the gutter. I squatted down on my haunches as the ball rolled down the lane, waving my hands as if my psychic powers could redirect the ball back towards the pins. The ball reached the pins and clipped the sixth and tenth ones, causing them to wobble, before toppling over and taking the ninth pin with them. I groaned. Shit. I had two more balls to get at least four pins in this frame.

Behind me, Victoria giggled. “I got this in the bag,” she loudly proclaimed. I whipped around and narrowed my eyes in her direction as she squeezed Drake’s arm and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t celebrate too soon. I still have two more balls this frame,” I said as I walked back to the return.

From the corner of my eye, I caught Hayden watching me. I turned my head towards him and we locked eyes. He smiled and took a sip of his soda.

“Any advice?” I asked.

He stood up and stalked towards me, his massive frame shadowing my much smaller one. He guided me towards the lane and stood behind me, positioning my body.

“The first thing you want to do is square your shoulders,” he said, placing one hand on each of my shoulders, straightening my posture. The touch of his hands burned through the thin fabric of my t-shirt. “Then, when you go to release, keep your backswing moderately high, it will give you a modest ball rotation and your release will be smoother.” He dragged his hand down the back of my arm to my elbow, sending goosebumps all over my body. He hooked his fingers in the crook of my arm and pulled my arm back to mime the motion.

“Also, try to rotate your wrist clockwise. This will cause the ball to hook in the opposite direction so you don’t sink it in the gutter,” he said, wrapping his large hands around my tiny wrist, and rotating it. His fingers brushed the underside of my wrist ever so gently and I sucked in a quick breath.

“O-okay! I think I got it,” I stuttered, pulling my hand from his grasp. I slipped my fingers in the grips of the ball and narrowed my eyes at the seven remaining pins. I tried to ignore Hayden’s burning gaze behind me as I lined up my shot and released my ball down the lane. Everyone in our group fell silent as the ball made its slow (okay, maybe it wasn’t that slow, but it sure felt like it) descent down the lane towards the remaining seven pins. I heard Victoria gasp as the ball struck the front pin dead center and took out the remaining pins.

When the pin sweep dropped and swept away the discarded pins, I whipped around and leaped into Hayden’s arms. “You’re a genius!”

He chuckled and squeezed me against him. “What do you mean? That was all you! You kicked those pins’ asses.” He set me back down and I ran over and high-fived Steve, Nadia, and Drake. I plopped down next to Victoria and she rolled her eyes and held up a hand for a high-five, smirking as our palms connected.

“Yeah, yeah. You got me.” She looked over at Hayden, who was talking with Steve about gods knows what. “So, how’s it going with you two?”

“Things are good. We’re taking it slow. Getting to know each other. I really like him. He’s funny. And so cute. How’s everything with you and Drake?”

She visibly blushed, and I reached over to grip her forearm. “Vic! Tell me EVERYTHING!”

“He’s amazing. We’re together almost every day, and the ones we aren’t, we talk on the phone every night. I’m crazy about him, Kaia. Dare I say, I might be in L-word.”

Victoria and Drake had been seeing each other for about two months and it warmed my heart to hear that she was head over heels for him. I smiled and pulled her in for a hug. “Oh, Vic! I’m so happy for you. You deserve to be happy.” I pulled back and noticed her eyes were shining with unshed tears. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just that saying those words out loud, it feels real.” She looked away from me and I followed her line of sight to see her staring at Drake lovingly. She quickly wiped her eyes and stood up from her seat. “Alright. Enough emotions. You guys wanna play another game?”

“I’m up for it if everyone else is,” I replied. The rest of our group agreed and we set up for another game. When it was all said and done, Steve won (again) followed by Drake, and Hayden. Victoria ended up finishing two pins ahead of me, with Nadia once again bringing up the rear. We gathered our coats and returned our shoes to the rental. As we stepped out of the alley, the wind picked up. I tugged my jacket tighter against me. These late-October temps were pretty unpredictable and I was thankful I brought a heavier jacket.

I waved goodbye to my friends as Hayden wrapped an arm around my shoulders and guided me to his car. He opened the door for me and I winked at him as I slipped into the passenger’s seat. I watched as he jogged around the back of the car and climbed in the driver’s side.

“You hungry? Wanna go grab a bite before I drop you back off at your dorm?”

“Sure,” I replied. He nodded then fired up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.

“Did you have fun tonight?” I asked.

He turned slightly, keeping his eyes on the road. “I did. Your friends are fun.”

I smiled. “I’m glad you said that. I was worried about how you’d get along with them. They can be a little much. Especially my cousin and my roommate.”

He laughed. “Your cousin is a trip! And her boyfriend seems nice. Your roommate, on the other hand...”

I turned in my seat. “Why? What did she say to you?”

“Nothing bad. But she cornered me near the restrooms and asked me what my intentions with you were.”

“And what did you tell her?” I asked, amused.

“I just told her that I wanted to get to know you and see where things went. My intentions are pure. Nothing inappropriate. Yet.” He laughed and wiggled his eyebrows.

I smirked and shook my head as we drove. A few minutes later, we pulled up in the McDermots drive-thru. I ordered a McBurger while Hayden got the Wild-Style Double McDermot Deluxe burger. We sat in the parking lot and ate our food in comfortable silence.

When Hayden finished eating, he balled up his sandwich wrapper and turned to me. “What are you doing this weekend?”

“Well, midterms are almost over, so I’m definitely catching up on sleep, but I can make time to see you. What did you have in mind?” I asked, throwing my wrapper in the take-out bag.

He smiled. “Well, we could go check out that new Keanu Reeves movie that hits theaters tomorrow if you like action movies.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Text me this weekend and we’ll play it by ear.”

He nodded and put the car in gear, then pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to campus. We chatted about midterms for the rest of the ride. When he pulled into the dorm parking lot, we exited the car and he walked me to my room.

“So, I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” I said as I unlocked my door.

I swung it open and stepped over the threshold of my room then turned back to him. He leaned one arm on the doorframe, staring at me with those dark eyes. “Looking forward to it.”

We stared at each other for several beats, then he leaned in and pressed a searing kiss to my lips. I froze at first, not sure how to respond, but then gave in to the kiss. I gripped his biceps to steady myself as the kiss grew deeper. After what felt like hours, he broke the kiss and stepped back. Both of us stared at each other as we tried to catch our breaths.

“Sorry. I had to do that,” he said.

“Don’t apologize. It was nice,” I replied.

He smiled and cupped my cheek in his palm. “See you,” he said, then strode down the hallway towards the elevator.

I slipped into my room and shut the door, leaning against the back of it. I brought my fingers up to my lips, still feeling his kiss. I couldn't lie, I did like it. Almost as much as I liked the one Damien sprung on me at homecoming.

What the... Why was I thinking about him? Things with Hayden were never going to progress if I kept carrying a torch for Damien. I groaned and flung myself onto my bed. I was in deep shit.

***

Damien

I walked in the door of my childhood home and sighed. I loved coming here. It made me feel like I was whole. I missed home. Even before my dad passed away, I made an effort to come back at least once a month. More, if needed. Stepping aside, I let Alana walk in front of me and guided her toward the living room. The smell of empanadillas wafted through the house as my mother’s voice rang out from the kitchen.

“Is that you, mijo?”

“Yeah, Mama! Alana and I are here.”

She bustled out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, then took my face in her hands. She pulled me down to her height and kissed my cheeks. “My boy! So good to see you.”

She then turned to Alana and her eyes lit up. “Hello, dear. How are you?” she asked as she placed a hand on Alana’s shoulder.

“I’m good Mrs. Nazario. How have you been?”

My mother nodded “Good, good. It’s always nice when my children come home.” She patted Alana on the cheek and ushered her to have a seat. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Water’s fine for me,” Alana replied.

My mother nodded then motioned for me to follow her to the kitchen. We entered and I spotted my youngest sister, Lucilla, leaning against the counter. “Dames! So nice of you to join us,” she smirked as she bit into an apple.

I moved forward and wrapped my arm around her neck, pulling her to my body, as I rubbed my knuckles against her scalp. She grunted as the apple she was holding dropped to the floor. “Hi, sis. Did you miss me?”

Lucilla reached over and pinched my sides. I yelped as I released her from my grip. “How could I miss you when you never go away?” she said as she leaned over to pick up the apple. “Did you bring your girlfriend?”

I looked to Mama, then back to her. “Yeah, she’s in the living room. Can you bring her some water?”

Lucilla rolled her eyes then opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. “That’s fine. We can catch up and talk shit about you.”

I swung my leg out to kick her, but she dodged me at the last second, laughing as she burst through the kitchen door to the living room. My mother chuckled to herself at the interaction. When my sister was out of the room she turned to me, smiling.

“How are you, my boy? School going well?”

I nodded, leaning beside her against the counter as she slipped the next batch of empanadillas into the deep fryer. “Yeah. Just finished midterms. I’m ready to be done already. Just gotta get through the rest of this semester and next.”

She smiled. “I’m so proud of you. Your father would be too. Just hang in there for a few more months. It will all be worth it. How is the internship going?”

“It’s great. I’m loving every minute of it. I think I’m going to pursue a career in Intelligence after graduation.”

Mama’s eyes lit up. “Oh, my boy! That’s so wonderful. I can see it now. My son will have a fancy government job in Washington D.C. I’ll never have to worry about you.”

I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in for a hug. I hated hearing that my mother worried about me. Especially when she had her own heartache and my younger sisters to worry about. I wiped a stray tear from her cheek and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Don’t worry about me. I’m going to be alright.”

“I know you will. But it’s my job to worry about you. As long as you’re taking care of yourself.” She pulled the empanadillas from the deep fryer and set them on a towel to cool. Her eyes darted to the kitchen door and she lowered her voice. “Everything alright with...” she jerked her head towards the living room.

I sighed and dragged a hand down my face. “Where do I start?”

My mother wiped her hands on her apron and guided me to the kitchen table. “Sit. Do you want something to drink?”

“Rum if you’ve got it,” I replied.

She moved over to the cabinet and grabbed the bottle of spiced rum. I smiled. It was my father’s favorite brand. She placed the bottle and two tumblers on the table and took a seat across from me. “Spill, my boy.”

“I don’t know, Mama. It just seems like our whole relationship is toxic. We barely spend time together, and when we do, we argue the whole time. She gets crazy insecure and accuses me of cheating on her just because I hang out with Kaia, and it-”

“Wait...Kaia? Kaia Park?” my mother interrupted.

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

My mother pursed her lips and stared at her hands. “I didn’t want to say anything back then, but I always wondered what happened between you two.”

“Mama, nothing happened between us. She was always too young for me. The last time anything happened was four years ago.” I purposely omitted the incident at homecoming, but my mother knew about the graduation party. She mentioned that Kaia seemed off in the days following, and stopped coming around the house after I left for college. It wasn’t until Nadia told Carina, who told Ma what happened, that she finally put two and two together.

“You were always smitten with that girl, no matter how much you lied to yourself.”

“Mama. It wasn’t like that. We’re best friends,” I said defensively.

“I know better, mijo. I watched you two when you were together. You looked at her like she was the only girl in the room. And she you.” She chuckled and took a sip of her glass. “You two were attached at the hip. I never suspected anything until that summer before your junior year. She came over one time when you weren’t home and your father found her hanging out in that treehouse. When he asked her what she was doing, she said she wanted to be here when you got back. He said he knew at that moment that you weren’t ‘just friends’ in her eyes.”

I swallowed a sip of spiced rum, the liquid burned as it went down. “Maybe so, but that doesn’t mean anything. She had a crush on me. I already knew that. But I never pursued her. She was underage.”

“Understandable. But do you remember your senior year of high school? When that boy she was seeing broke her heart? You went over to his house and threatened to beat him up if he even looked at her again.”

“Yeah, ‘cause she was my best friend and she was hurting,” I said.

My mother shook her head. “Guess how many times I caught you glaring at him while you watched them together? Every time he showed up at her house, you sat on that front porch and stared. If looks could kill, that boy would have dropped dead before he reached the front door.”

I twisted the tumbler in my hand. “I...I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything to me. You need to be honest with yourself, first and foremost. Then, you need to be honest with Kaia.”

The faint sounds of laughter came from the living room. I glanced at the door before turning back to Mama. “Won’t matter. She has a boyfriend. And I have a girlfriend. Who I love. And who’s sitting in the next room.”

My mother cupped my cheek in her palm. “Oh, mijo. You know I love you, and I want you to be happy. But that girl. She does not make you happy. I can see it in your eyes.”

Damn, she was good. How did moms always know what kids didn’t? “I have a lot to think about. But thank you for being there.” I sighed and finished off my rum, then collected both glasses and put them in the dishwasher.

Mama brushed the hair from my forehead and kissed the top of my head. She put the bottle of rum back in the cabinet and went back to preparing dinner. “Go tell Alana and Lucilla that dinner is almost ready.”

I swung the door open and saw my sister and girlfriend sitting on the sofa, looking through a photo album. A bottle of wine sat open on the coffee table accompanied by two glasses. Alana’s water bottle remained untouched. “Hey! Mama said dinner’s almost ready, so go wash up.”

Lucilla rose from the couch, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, okay.” She collected the wine bottle and glasses and retreated into the kitchen.

I turned to look at Alana, who set the photo album down and examined her nails. “Did you and your mom have a nice chat?”

“We did. Were you getting my sister drunk?”

She laughed humorously. “It was one glass, Damien. And she’s not driving anywhere. It will be fine.”

“She’s only 16, babe.”

I glanced down at the photo album which lay open on the coffee table. Photos of my sisters and me when we were kids filled the pages. I picked up the book and went to close it when one picture caught my eye. It was Nadia, Kaia, Carina, and I. I was maybe 17 at the time. We were sitting on the porch swing outside Kaia’s house. Nadia and Carina sat on the end, making funny faces, while Kaia and I were squished in the middle. My arm was slung around her shoulders, and I was gazing at her. Then, it hit me. I finally saw what my mother was talking about.

“Oh, shit,” I muttered under my breath. I looked up to see Alana eyeing me suspiciously. I opened my mouth to say something when my mother’s voice rang out from the kitchen.

“Dinner’s ready. Come eat!”

Alana turned on her heel and stomped towards the kitchen. I closed the photo album and put it back on the bookshelf behind the sofa. I raked my hand through my hair and made my way towards the kitchen. This was going to be a long dinner.

A few hours later, Alana and I were on our way back to campus. We drove in uncomfortable silence for most of the trip. We were about 10 miles from school when she turned to me, breaking the silence.

“How long have you been in love with her?”

I swallowed. Welp, better to rip off the bandaid now. “I don’t know exactly. I guess I’ve been lying to myself this whole time.”

“And to me…” she trailed off.

“Alana-”

“Don’t, Damien. Okay? Just...don’t. I’m not an idiot. You know, I didn’t want to believe it, but the signs were right in front of me this whole time. The stolen glances. The emotional unavailability. I guess I thought you'd eventually get over whatever it was you felt for her. I’m just sorry that whatever we had wasn’t enough to keep you interested.”

I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. “I’m sorry too. To be honest, I knew this relationship was doomed when you turned down my marriage proposal. I think I stuck it out, hoping you’d eventually change your mind. I wish we would have just called it quits then. It would have saved us both a lot of pain.”

She nodded. Neither of us said another word until we pulled into the campus parking lot. She reached out to open the car door, but stopped and turned to me. “For what it’s worth, I did love you. I guess it just wasn’t enough to spend forever together.” She gave me a weak smile, then got out of the car. I watched her walk away, a heavy weight lifted off of my shoulders. When she was out of sight, I got out and made my way to my dorm.

When I got inside my room, I threw myself on my bed and sighed deeply. I knew breaking up with Alana was the right thing to do, but I still felt like shit about it. I needed to get some things off my chest and there was only one person I wanted to talk to. I pulled my phone from my pocket and thumbed through my contacts until I pulled up her name. I opened the text app and typed out my message.

#best beloved #pm au #college au #friends to lovers #perfect match #choices fanfic #damien nazario #kaia park #damien x mc #nazariolahela fanfic

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mytsukkishine · 4 years

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Is it possible for a Damien x reader where the reader is insecure about something (up to you) and he comforts her about it?

a/n: hi anon, thank you for the request! so far I love to do this so I hope you would enjoy this!

a/n2: this has become a little angst so fair warning, this is about body insecurity so, just a warning. please do not be triggered ya’ll because this is actually my insecurity hehehe

a/n3: Lastly, Damien is too sweet here. We all need a sweet boi

Summary: It was your birthday and Damien wanted to surprise you by posting your photos together on Instagram for the first time. Now, in your almost a year relationship, Damien has never really put you in the limelight, and now with your face exposed, your insecurity comes out and it got the best of you. A little dash of angst and fluff, a story on how Damien shows that he loves you.

in short words: Insecure reader, Damien comforting you by saying how much he loves you

enjoy!wordcount: 1,637k

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There were some perks in being Damien’s girlfriend for almost a year. You get to travel with him whenever he was required to at work, you get to know his amazing friends from SMOSH, and you get to distribute to them any ideas that you have for their next video.

But there was also another downside. Sometimes Damien doesn’t need a plus one for his work, you rarely hang out with the SMOSH fam because either they are super busy or you are busy, and because fans judge you too much.

Damien never posted a picture of you or any couple of pictures you two had, and you were fine with it. You both agreed to make it public but not too much. The whole internet knew Damien already has a girlfriend but they only saw pictures of hand-holding, or Damien hugging you with your face buried in the crook of his neck.

You were ecstatic at first, people were so intrigued on who you were, what you look like, and how you managed to make Damien Haas yours.

It was your birthday today, your family and friends greeted you as usual. Now, you expect to just maybe watch a movie or eat at a restaurant with Damien (of course, you two would eat somewhere far from the city) but it seemed like your boyfriend has different plans.

You were cooking for breakfast, Damien would come in a little while to spend the rest of the day with you when your phone dinged, followed by another, then another.

The notification popping up were endless.

You put your spatula down, turned the stove off as you grabbed your phone.

“What the…” You muttered to yourself as you opened the notification that says Damien Haas mentioned you in their story. Your eyes widen as you saw a picture, it’s you, drinking Starbucks and looking at your phone. Then another story was seen, it was you and Damien. Your lips were on Damien’s cheek as your boyfriend smiled very widely at the camera.

Written below was; “To the woman who made me what I am today. Happy Birthday, darling.”

Another photo was posted, and it was your photo while you are sleeping.

“You look so adorable, babe”

“What the heck is happening…” You murmured to yourself, erasing all the notifications that kept popping up. You viewed your profile and saw that you already had a hundred additional followers.

You bit your lip nervously.

The thing was, another reason why you didn’t want to be exposed as Damien Haas’ lover was that you were pretty insecure. You weren’t that type of girl with petite waist, gorgeous wavy hair, and you don’t wear that much make-up to start with, and you were a little in the chubby side.

In other words, not that type to be seen with Damien.

You groaned and dialed up Damien’s phone.

A few rings later, Damien answered.

“Hey, sweetheart. Happy birthday!” You were greeted with a very enthusiastic Damien. Typical. That boy was always happy. “How’s my pumpkin?”

“Dames,” You pouted, wanting Damien to be with you right now. You were slight panicking at the moment, to be honest. “My pictures… now everyone knows me,”

“I think it’s about time they know you,” You knew Damien was all smiles but seriously, your anxiety and insecurity level is going off the charts right now.

“When are you going here?” You just asked, not wanting to worry Damien through phone call because that boy would really go to you right now if he suspected that you are unhappy. You were scared to make Damien feel guilty right now because he sounded so happy.

“Oh, maybe half an hour, just going to the office to drop some items then to you! See you in a moment, apple pie!” At least Damien’s silly nicknames for you were calming you a little. You talked a little more before he hangs up, then your phone was full of notifications again.

You groaned, saw some new comments on your previous posted pictures on your Instagram.

“Wow, so you are Damien’s girlfriend,”

“Luckkyyyy!!! So pretty

“Hmm??”

“:’(((((( very lucky”

Your heart was beating fast as notifications after notifications appeared. Then something caught your attention that made tears pool in your eyes.

“Damien could do better”

“I’m here,” Damien announced as he entered your apartment. He closed the door behind him as he removed his shoes in the process. Upon hearing no response from you, Damien walked up to the kitchen and saw empty dishes in the sink.

It was so odd it was making him worry.

He puts his takeout food for the both of you on the table, and proceeds to go to your room with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

He knew you liked sunflowers so he bought a dozen.

“Sweetkins?”

“Here, Dames,” Damien raised his brow at the raspy voice you made. He quickly entered your room and saw you in your robe and rubbing your hair dry in front of the mirror. Damien immediately smiled. He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, the bouquet pressed against your side.

“Happy Birthday to my beloved,” When Damien looked into your eyes through the mirror, he frowned. He puts the bouquet down on the dresser and spun you around.

You hid our face behind the towel and Damien was ushering you softly to take it off.

“What’s wrong? Were you crying?”

“No,” It was an obvious lie and Damien was a little hurt.

Damien caressed your waist and you immediately released a sob. “Baby, please tell me what’s wrong? Was it the photos I posted? I am so sorry I posted it without your consent,”

With the lack of reply from you, Damien’s heart panged. So it was his fault that you were crying. Damien pulled you towards the bed and the both of you sat down, your face still buried on the towel you were holding.

“I’m sorry,” Damien started again after a couple of seconds.

Now you feel guilty. Damien should not be sorry. It was your own problem that was making you sad—but you can’t help—

“If you want I can delete it,” He suggested, already grabbing for his phone when you suddenly stopped him.

Your face was now shown and Damien wanted to punch himself for making your eyes puffy.

“I’m sorry,” Honestly, Damien was lost for words. He didn’t know it would end up like this. He had always wanted to show the world who his girlfriend was, and it was kind of breaking his heart on how disappointed you were with him showing you to his fans.

“It’s…” You started, your eyes averted down, not wanting to look at Damien’s beautiful ones. “It’s my fault…”

“No, babe, I—”

“Let me talk Dames,” You giggled a little in the midst of your crying and Damien was just too worried about you. “I’m sorry I am acting like this,” You sniffed, “B-but…” Your eyes started to sting, your lips quivering, “Am I… worthy,”

“What?” Damien was confused. Worthy? You were crying so hard right now in front of him, hands covering your face as Damien looked at you with confusing.

“Worthy? Babe, you are more worthy than—”

“I-I read the comments,” You said, a little too loud. “And they were right, I think you could do—better,”

“What?”

“Dames, I’m not—I’m not like Courtney, or Olivia, or Sarah— all of them are beautiful, and stylish, and here I am gaining more weight because you feed me, and still not know how to apply proper eyeshadow,” How you said that without cracking a voice was a mystery but your heart was stinging and your mind was spinning.

“I’m disgusting…”

Only the sound of your hiccups were heard as Damien looked at you with utter disbelief.

And you were scared because he might realize it that yes, he could do better.

“Y/N…” That made you look up at him and you were greeted with Damien’s disappointed face.

“How dare you call the woman I love disgusting?” He started and your eyes widen.

“How dare you to listen to those people when I tell you every day how much I love you?”

“Damien,”

“And how dare you compare yourself to anyone?” His voice softened and you cried again, wrapping your arms around Damien’s neck as you cried. You whispered some apologies and you felt Damien releasing a hiccup.

Now, Damien rarely cries. It made you cry more because of you made Damien sad.

“Oh Y/N… I love you so much,” He whispered while sniffing as he circled his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. “Please, oh god, please. Do not ever think of yourself so low…” You finally pulled your head away and both of you stared at each other.

“I’m sorry Damien,” He leaned in and kissed your lips softly.

“Oh bubb,” He cupped your face and kissed your nose. “I love you,” He then kissed your forehead. “I love you,” Then your chin. “I love you”

Your cheeks, “I love you,”

He grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckle, “I love you,” Then every fingertip with I love you.

You were blushing as Damien lets go of your hand and wrapped them around your waist again and squeezed, your robe falling a little on your shoulders and Damien took the opportunity to kiss it, murmuring an I love you before kissing another spot higher followed by another I love you.

Once he reached your jaw, he kissed your lips again.

“I love you,”

Sometimes you wonder, where Damien came from and how did you manage to get this sweet guy. You were just thankful for the heavens above that you met him.

“Love you too, Damien.”

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Excuse any grammar errors okay?tell me what ya’ll think haha lovelots

#damien haas #smosh damien #damien haas x reader #damien haas fanfiction #damien haas imagines #smosh #smosh games #smosh pit #smosh squad #damien haas fluff

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furaflictedhost · 4 years

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An alternative WKM

I am not sure what else to say, besides I know AHWM just came out, but here. Have my strange alternate version of WKM. Brief warning, I am not a very good author, and I wrote this a while ago, but I hope you enjoy.

Content warnings: self harm, delusions, possible sanity problems, extremely old writing,if I missed any let me know

She couldn't remember the last time she saw him cry, and frankly, she didn’t care.

He was sobbing, and she just stood there, watching her husband cry at her feet.

Mark looked up at Celine, tears flowing freely from his sleepless and sunken eyes. “I’m so sorry…”

She shook her head, only to vanish into the darkness that surrounded them, leaving him alone, stranded in a nightmare.

Mark woke up screaming. He sat bolt upright, and clutched his pillow close to his chest, attempting to stop the free flow of tears on his face. His eyes darted around, catching sight of his room around him.

The silence was deafening as he climbed out of bed, throwing his robe on over the simple pajamas. One of the many turntables in the manor crackled to life, Mark putting a record on so the silence was shattered.

The window ledge seemed particularly inviting, so he opened the window, and sat there, looking out over the vastness of the garden and courtyard. The cold breeze that fluttered over him calmed the tenacity of nightmares, pale moonlight washing out his already pale skin.

“I can’t remember what it was like, Before all this madness.”

The demon perched next to him, watching over his shoulders.

“Why do you continue to stall? They deserve this.”

Mark closed his eyes, seeing only darkness, and fearing that the darkness would eventually cloud his judgement.

“Because I would rather she be happy then get revenge, And they were my childhood friends, they don’t deserve this.”

It vanished, leaving him alone once again. He glanced over the closet, thinking about the revolver that he kept in there. Perhaps...No. The knife would be a better option, not to mention quieter.

He rifled through his dresser, and pulling a dagger from its sheath in the boundless depths of his clothes. The ringing in his ears only getting louder as he pulled down the sleeve of his robe, exposing the skin of his wrists.

He slowly pressed the blade to his skin, relishing the sweet feeling of pain.

Mark woke up with the blade still sheathed in his lower abdomen. He can’t remember what happened the previous night. Sitting up, he discovered he was sitting in a pool of his own blood.

How was he not dead? Lucky, he guessed. The butler was shocked when he walked in, only to see Mark attempting to pull the knife from his lower chest, and mistook this for him stabbing himself. He panicked, and ran over, assisting him with the removal.

“What happened?”

Mark glanced up at him, and shrugged. “I tripped.” was his simple reply. He didn't know why he lied, it was bound to happen again. Benjamin bandaged the wound, and set to work cleaning the blood from the hardwood floor.

Mark didn’t bother changing, only heading to the downstairs balcony. The pool seemed welcoming, perhaps a swim later. He looked over the edge of the balcony, and out onto the small golf course.

He spotted a small figure dressed in tan standing out in the field. Mark quickly recognised the Colonel, and grimaced. He was fairly certain that it was he who ran off with his wife.

The Colonel walked over, having noticed the other man.

“Mark! How are things? I haven't seen you much since i heard about you and Celine, it seems you're always hold up in that manner of yours, or your room when I visit.” The flamboyant man slung an arm around his shoulders.

Mark replied simply “Im fine, everything's fine. Why are you here?”

WIlliam could tell nothing was fine, but by god, the man's wife just left him, so he didn't press.

“I'm here with Mr. Mayor.He wanted to come see you, and I can’t say no those adorable puppy dog eyes.”

Mark nodded, only to see Mayor Damien walk from the house, walking over to join them near the edge. His was twisting his cane between his hands as he spoke.

“There you are, Mark. I came to check on you. You have been very… antisocial as of late.”

Mark smiled. The one friend he felt had not turned on him. “Hello, Damien. Im assure you, im fine, just a little tired. How are you?”

Damien smiled, going to stand next to William. “I am well, actually. It's been an interesting last few weeks.”

Mark raised an eyebrow as William laced an arm around Damiens back as the Mayor spoke.

He played up his facade of being alright. “Well? Care to tell me?”

Damien smiled shyly. “Well, for instance… I am in a relationship now, along with the fact that I finally got the grant for the school that they have been asking for.”

Mark grinned, “and whos the lucky Gal?”

Damien glanced down. “Gent, actually. William and I are Dating.”

Mark nearly died all over again. “You and Will? Good job Will, But I didn't peg you for being bi.” A wry smirk spread across his lips

William grinned. “Im Gay, Dami is Bi.” He corrected.

Mark was extremely confused, but very happy at the same time. William cant have taken off with Celine if he was with Damien, because Damien would watch him like a hawk. He felt… a lot better.

He smiled, and patted Damien on the shoulder. “Your lucky.” he turned to William, and playfully said “Don't you hurt him, or i'll have to hunt you down, and I can't imagine what Celine would do to you.”

William laughed. “She would tear out my heart and feed it to me, I can tell you that much.”

They talked for a while, before it was eventually decided that the couple would be sleeping over. Mark sat on the balcony railing after they went inside. He felt the cool breeze once again, but it felt more calming than usual.

He turned, and nearly fell off the balcony. Celine was standing a few feet away, and was staring at him, worry evident on her face at him appearance.

“Mark? What are you doing?”

Mark slowly walked towards her, as if he was afraid she would vanish. He pulled her into a hug, that she graciously accepted.

“Hey, Mark? Why Are you crying? You knew I was coming back, right?”

Mark pulled away suddenly, looking at her square in the face. “I received a note in your handwriting saying that you didn't love me, and had found another man, William. I had reason to assume you weren't coming home.”

Celine looked shocked. “I left you a note, but it said nothing of the sort. I left to help Damien ease into his new relationship with William, and I knew I had to leave early, so I left you a note explaining that very thing, and that I would be gone for a few weeks.”

Mark started crying, hugging her close again. “I'm just glad your home…” She patted him, and then asked where the note was. He nodded, leading her up to his study. He dug through the notes for the most recent movie, only to produce a note, handing it to her.

She read the note, frowning deeply. “I fear this may have been tampered with by outside forces.”

Mark looked up at her from his chair. “Like what?”

She turned to him. “Have you been hearing voices around the house?”

He nodded, explaining the weird but tolerable house demon that kept bugging him at late hours.

Celine looked worried. “The Entity. This could be the reason.”

He shrugged, taking in the sight of his beloved Celine. There was silence between the two of them, but that was enough said. Unspoken words lead the two outside again. There was a nod from Celine, and Mark smirked, and grabbed her hand, leaping into the pool, dragging her in with him.

She laughed in surprise, and at the fact that Mark got tangled in his robe, before removing it for movement under water. She was swimming in a dress, so she wasn't in much better shape.

Mark laughed at her struggles, and swam under her, picking her up bridal style, and swimming to surface.

It was a pleasant swim, and the two were now laying under the summer stars. Laughter drifted up to the heavens as the two talked. Eventually the conversation died, Celine having had fallen asleep. The bigger man picked her up, and carried her up to their shared room, drying her off, and laying her on the king sized bed.

Instead of laying down next to her, he went and sat on the window cill, once again looking out over the garden. He smiled, and stepped down, closing the window. That time was over. He laid down on his side of the bed, cuddling up with the smaller female. He found himself falling asleep much easier that night.

Celine woke up the next morning cuddled into a very broad chest.

She started only to realize she was home, and that was just Mark. Celine laughed slightly, and poked him, waking the slumbering male. He snorted,and blinked blearily, looking down at her, a happy smile spreading across his face. “G’,morning, Celine.”

She smiled. “Good morning, Mark. You are very warm.”

He laughed, and let her move, pulling his arms back, only to have her pull him back.

“You aren't going anywhere, buster.” He laughed, snuggling up to her.

Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes as he inhaled her scent, it calming his nerves. He didn’t want to ever move, she was safe, happy and warm where he could be with her, and no one would take her from him.

It was perfect.

A little too perfect, hmm?

I don’t know how to link it, but there is a part 2 with...angst? Sort of.

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damienthepious · 4 years

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hhhhh okay so maybe lkt this week is gonna be a little sad. i hope any of y’all even remember this one, i haven’t touched it in a grip

You Want To Live (When Life Is Achingly Unfair) [Chapter 2]

[Chapter 1] [ao3] [Chapter 3]

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Sir Damien, Rilla, Lord Arum, Sir Angelo

Summary: Damien’s beloved dies in spring. His flower dies, among flowers. This cruelty is not without beauty.

Chapter Summary: It is natural, for a doctor to have a complicated relationship with Death.

Chapter Notes: This just in: I fucking love Rilla.

Lord Arum, he who rules the realm of the dead, greets each of his new charges as they arrive. This is deserved.

All is still, in death. Time is… distant. It brushes by, tickles at the corners, but it does not impede his methodical work. Time is distant, and therefore he never needs worry if he has enough of it to spend on each new soul. He guides. He understands. He helps, when such opportunities present themselves.

His visage is not comforting. It is not meant to be. Death is only ever itself, all complication and incomprehension. His visage is not comforting, but that does not mean that he should not be, himself. Lord Arum greets those who come to rest, and he and his realm ease the difficulty of their transitions, as they are able.

His charges may take as long as each requires, to reconcile their life, to reconcile their death. Arum understands that difficulty. He has seen countless causes, countless cruelties of humanity and godkind alike, seen murder and mistake and malady, seen suffering and seen moments gone so quick they may be missed in a breath. Even a more gentle death can take effort to move on from, if the life left behind is dearly missed, if the person were not ready to leave. Arum guides each as they need, or allows his realm itself to guide, when he knows his own hand, the hand of a god, would be unwelcome, or intrusive.

There is time enough for this, for every patient comfort.

For if time is a river, unceasing and relentless in the realm above, then death is a swamp: wide waiting shallows, subtle eddies, echoes, swirling currents, the air as thick as the loam and water below. Stillness. Calm. Arum rules this still calmness, his still calmness. He rules it, and he loves it, and it loves him in return. Among the gods his station may not be coveted, may not be lauded, but he is useful. He is needed. He performs the tasks that are required, to keep the flow of life as the universe intends, and he excels at his duties.

Some faces, some souls are more familiar when they come to join his subjects at last. Some have brushed close to death many times in their lives, and Arum notes these well. Some come close time and time again, a dance with a partner they do not see. Some never bear the reality of his presence in their lives until the very moment of their last breath.

Some, in the style of his newest subject, he is familiar with in a way that is… painful.

He cannot afford this pain, of course. It does not befit him to care, to mourn in the fashion of mortals, when a soul joins him at a time that seems unfair. Arum attends the transition, but he rules the after, not the moment itself. Death is a calm place. A place of rest and finality. Dying, as it were, is chaotic. Unpredictable. It follows no logic, no reason, no rules save one: that dying is final. Dying is the river that may only be crossed once. Arum rules his shore, and he may disagree with the schedule of certain crossings, but his place is not in that decision.

Arum disagrees with the schedule of this crossing, certainly. He disagrees, but he may do no more than give himself a moment of quiet sorrow before he goes to perform his tasks.

Rilla wakes. Rilla will never wake again. The two facts coincide, the two banks of the river each obeying their own rules.

Her parents do not greet her as she rises, and she finally knows with certainty that they still live. Her relief is less than she expected.

Death is less than she expected.

She observes. Herself, first.

She does not breathe. Her heart does not beat. She needs not even blink. She is preserved, one last moment stretching out, a prism through which she can view her life backwards, the last change her body ever bore tattooing her ankle in twin pinpricks. She remembers her end. So very, very simple. Rustle, hiss, strike, fall.

Her parents do not greet her, and Damien still survives (I would follow, o I would follow-), but there is nonetheless someone beside her as she rises to awareness, her toes in the soft silt of the riverbank.

She knows him. She knows him instantly, without thought. Of course she does: Rilla is a healer, after all, and he looms always in the corners of her patient’s rooms. She has been setting her stubbornness against him since she was barely grown.

Death greets her, and his form is ancient and inhuman and wild. Clawed, and fanged, and scaled. Impossible, like something cursed. Or-

Not cursed. Only beyond and outside life as she has known it. He is death. It’s perfectly natural that he seems incomprehensible.

Rilla turns towards him, and he watches her with patient eyes, eyes the precise color of the flowers scattered across the field in which her time among the living ended.

“How… how long have I…” Rilla trails off, her own voice sounding strange and muffled, here, and the Lord of Death shakes his head.

“Time is only an idea, Amaryllis,” he says, his voice all fallen leaves. “We are beyond that, here.”

“That’s not a particularly useful answer,” she responds, and he blinks. She has surprised him. Surprised death, which is gratifying in a strange sort of way.

“I apologize,” he says, still soft. “I have no other answer to give. Time no longer matters to you.”

“But it still matters to-”

Rilla feels an ache, a pull, like the rush of the dying still upon her.

(paint joy even in the pale light of grief / for the flower which blooms in darkness / remains still a flower)

She presses a hand over her unbeating heart, her unbreathing chest. “To Damien,” she finishes quietly. “It matters to him. How long has he been alone? Is he- is he safe?”

“He is not among my subjects.” The deity assures her. “Not yet.”

“How long has he been alone?” Rilla repeats, and the Lord of Death drops his violet eyes from her.

“Any answer I give will leave you unsatisfied, Amaryllis.”

“Why are you here, if you can’t even answer a question as simple as that?”

His tail twitches, his jaw tightening, and Rilla takes some measure of satisfaction in that.

“I apologize,” he says again, further dryness slipping into his tone. “Such a question may seem simple to you; I understand your perspective, but time does not pass here as you know it. For your Damien-”

(the dead are only ever still)

He pauses. Rilla presses her hand over her heart with just barely more pressure.

“Not yet a year, perhaps, as he passes through it. That time is not set, however, Amaryllis. Not from where we stand. This realm merely glances at such measures. It is malleable, how our perspectives interact.”

Not a year, but it must be close enough to that amount for the God to pluck that measure as his metric. So long- so long for Damien to be alone…

“That still doesn’t make any sense,” she says, eventually, because it is true.

The Lord of Death sighs, a withering sound, and Rilla realizes that she cannot observe the space she currently occupies. There is a fog, not something extant, not something she feels she could touch, but this realm is dreamlike and unmemorable besides the God in front of her and the river at her back.

“I will not apologize a third time,” he says. “I will answer any questions you may have, as I am so able. You are now among my subjects, and I serve you as I serve this realm, but there are answers I cannot give. Your irritation with that limitation will not change it.”

Her anger feels like a curl of smoke, hard to grasp, though she certainly makes an attempt. Her hands are cold, but she clenches them into fists at her sides. "Well, Lord of Death, I certainly beg your pardon. Considering how long I've been fighting with you, I'm sure seeing me here is emotionally vexing." She grins precisely like the viper which cut her line, both venom and glee. "I'm not in your way anymore, but now you have to see me."

The Lord of Death tilts his head, staring at her for an immeasurable moment, and then it bursts from him in a laugh, wild with surprise. She is surprised, as well. When this deity laughs, all brightens around her like the flickering of lightning.

"I believe you have misunderstood, Amaryllis. Fighting me? Oh, oh certainly not. Death, Amaryllis- I have stood close beside you often enough, that much is true, but it has never been death whom you have fought. Your bitter rivals are pestilence, violence, plague, and misfortune. You make such forces quake."

"... What?"

"To death you have been a companion. You have been an ally."

"I am not an ally of death."

He pauses, his violet gaze upon her going oddly soft, oddly fond. "You are wrong, Amaryllis. You have only ever remained a friend to death. Graceful death. Kind death. Death at its natural moment." He smiles, and there is an ease to the inhuman curve of it. "Whether you have known it or not, we have been acquainted for some time already."

Rilla contemplates that, and he is patient as she does. “I knew who you were when I saw you,” she murmurs. “You were familiar.”

“You have passed many into my care with compassion, Amaryllis, and kept many, many more from crossing at times that would have been cruel. Your own passing at this time is… regrettable.”

Rilla laughs, a light sort of noise, and it does not echo here. It falls muffled, the strange fog of this place swallowing the sound. The Lord of Death responds, regardless, his lips parting and showing the sharpness of his teeth, his eyes widening and showing the dilating angles of the violet.

“Regrettable,” she echoes, and she is not even bitter about it. “Do gods usually regret?”

“No,” he says, simple and without pause. “No, we do not.”

The quiet of this place, without even the measured beat of her own heart, makes it difficult for Rilla to say how long a pause passes, after that. Rilla does not need to breathe. She inhales, regardless, so she may sigh a steadying breath.

“Yeah, well.” She looks down at her hands, stained green at the fingertips from the herbs she had been picking. “I regret it too, Lord of Death.”

He stares at her, and even in their inhumanity she can see some strange measure of pain in his eyes.

“Come,” he says, his rough voice muffled and soft as he lifts a clawed hand towards her. “Walk with me, Amaryllis.”

“Why?”

His lip curls at her question, and she thinks it might be a smile. “You cannot remain forever with your heels in those waters, Amaryllis. You deserve more peace than that.”

Soft mud between her toes, the pull of running water on her heel like the clear note of a flute.

(weeping of the wilds follow me down, follow me down / follow her down / feed each river and flow into the last)

There are tears in Rilla’s eyes, and she does not quite understand why.

“Not yet,” she says. She needs to close her eyes, then, against the sympathy she can see on his face as he lowers his hand again. “I’m not… I’m not ready, just yet.”

#elle's fanfic #the penumbra podcast #second citadel #rad bouquet #lizard kissin' tuesday #amaryllis of exile #lord arum #penumbra au zone #mourning bouquet au #me: *plays it fast and loose with mythology because idgaf*

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THE VIEWER’S ROLE but first some notes

I'm back and looks like I missed all the fun! Ah well, I still have analyses to spew. I haven't been through the tag very much so if I repeat some stuff others have pointed out, forgive me. I may repeat some stuff that Gre has said too but I kind of have this particular post as a big analysis so bear with me. This is why I hate being late.

I was really pissed when I got back from the middle of nowhere to learn that Mark was releasing a video called “DAMIEN” because I had this theory that I never posted. It had to do with the “Korean Beauty” video thing. Y’know, this one.

With that whole monologue thing. Which was a teaser now that I think of it.

“Snow blankets the field, a pristine meadow of untouched white. No animals call. No birds cry. Only the steady rustling of wind through dead trees accented by the impact of his axe. A crack like thunder rings out as the ancient pine finally succumbs to his murderous assault. The old giant crashes into the ground. Dami-”

I would have brought it up if I HAD BEEN HERE. Sigh. I’ll be kicking myself about that one forever. Anyway. Time to theorize.

The viewer's role in Mark’s story has been pretty fuzzy overall. But I had an idea. Actor Mark mentioned he was creating a story. He's the "hero," and Damien's the "villain." Yeah. Sure.

But you know Damien mentioned "other prisoners." We can assume it's our other beloved friends, Abe, Warf, the butler, etc. He probably meant us, too. So it occurred to me that everyone represents a role in the story as well. Before I get to that, let me go through a couple things that were really cool because I'm really happy that some of the stuff we've been pushing was right. We'll go through some of the video.

Man I love symbolism. My favorite was the tree branches spreading out like veins.

We actually first noticed this in one of Mark's thumbnails for a game. And it actually looks like a lot of his thumbnails were teasing what was happening so go figure.

PAY ATTENTION TO THE THUMBNAILS. Please.

Anyway, normally trees represent immortality or a soul. But it looks like in this video, they represented illusion. Or perhaps Celine’s protection. When they appeared in the window, Damien was thrown back into the loop and began again. And at the very end, we see the forest completely gone.

The illusion was gone. No secrets between siblings. Perhaps there’s a bit more to it, but I’m going to keep it short and sweet. Speaking of sweet, the flower.

Everyone seems to believe it represents Warf, and it probably does. Silly thing. But Gre pointed out that it also represents spring, a new beginning, change. If there’s one thing Warf has been doing, it’s getting people to change the routine. Throwing a wrench in the illusion. Pulling people out. He’s a wild card.

And after Damien saw it he began to sense things were off. Just like Abe did when he ran into Warf.

A quick note on Warf: he’s an important character. He doesn’t seem to play a role in Mark’s story because he keeps breaking free and it seems all he can to keep him contained. And honestly? I don’t think Mark really messes with him because he’s scared of him. He’s going to play a key role, you can bet.

Back to business. The corpse. Oh I loved the corpse.

Looks almost familiar huh?

All these lovely masked creepos. Not to mention the ten million I didn’t put here. Again. The thumbnails tell all. What I think is interesting about the corpse though, is that it’s this decaying ugly...well, corpse, but there seems to be a...fresher layer of skin over the face as well. Like. A mask. Fun details, I love this video, I love the art. An allusion to Mark in Damien’s body? Maybe.

I mean, he is the one wearing a mask and telling everyone to smile and wake up.

OK ON TO MORE THEORY-Y THINGS. Thank you for staying this long. So the HERO, the VILLAIN. What other roles are there? Abe is the silly detective trope and the chef and butler are obvious.

Celine is...difficult to figure out. I wonder what exactly Mark gave up for her. I’ll try to pinpoint her another day. I did mention that Warf could be our wild card but, again, he breaks the roles and the rules. Then there’s us.

The viewer. The disembodied camera, if you will. Powerless to do anything but record the events. It kind of reminds me of old-ish books where the narrator was an actual character in the story, but they didn’t actually have an impact, they were just along for the ride to tell the story later. Stuff like The Great Gatsby, Hunchback of Notre Dame, Phantom of the Opera.

Then I learned about a big project in the making. A Heist With Markiplier? Apparently taking place after ADWM. Then I got thinking. Why would Mark, Actor Mark, want to take us along for a heist? If he’s so obsessed with being the hero you’d think a heist would be the furthest thing from his “beautiful” story he’s writing.

Unless he means to blame you. You see, it occured to me that in ADWM, you seem to get in trouble for all his problems. He forgot the money, so you had to pay. If not, you both were kidnapped and you suffered for it. In the jail cell route, you were the one who had to fight the chef, even though this was all Mark’s fault. In the Dark Mark route he conveniently disappears when Dark shows up. It’s not you he wants, it’s Mark. But you’re stuck in the middle.

The van vlogs. It’s more lowkey and on a smaller scale, but he still bolsters his own ego when things go right and he takes the credit. When things go sour, he “jokingly” blames you.

Not to metion WKM itself. You were the only truly innocent party, caught in the crossfire, paying the price in a dispute for something you weren’t even involved in.

You’re the scapegoat. The blameless victim. We’re completely helpless, but we keep getting the short end of the stick, and can’t seem to do a damn thing to change it.

We don’t have a choice. I wonder if that will change, however. It seems that everyone is eventually going through some sort of rebirth or shift in character. I wonder whether the choices we make will finally have an impact on this convoluted story.

Maybe it’s not groundbreaking, but it is an analysis, and you know how much I love those. I’m just really glad to get back into the swing of things, so expect more from us soon! Thanks for reading my mess of a post! Talk to us we love it!

~mod Fe

#markiplier #markiplier theory #damien #celine #darkiplier #wkm #adwm #warfstache #markiplier theories #don't remember #it's not fair #you don't die easily do you?

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