#sorry for the tag vent but i Need people to stop acting like nobody cares about will when he has SO many people in his corner
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tired of people acting like will wasn’t also pulling away from everybody on his own part :/
#out.#me vs fan favorite woobifiction round thousand billion and two#like Yeah i think we're supposed to pick up on mike's weirdo behavior based on the airport scene but i don't think. him at the rink was that#but the fandom seems to have taken it that way? like it Isn't all on mike and when mike points that out will has Nothing#he just stands there grappling for an excuse but he doesn't have one other than He's In Love With His Best Friend And Can't Say It#and will's conversation with jon? WHY is it even a take that jon was stoned ALL the time?#jon says he Misses how they used to talk and like yeah he's been dealing with his own shit but that never got in the way of he and will b4?#jon's always had shit to deal with but he's Always made time for will#but people are acting like he would've have dropped everything had will just reached out#even in that actual conversation!! jon reaches out and will can only parrot the kindness back to him#but he does Not take jon's offer to listen#he's still too scared to so he says he's always there for jon too which is true but it's also a clear decline in that moment#to accept what jon's offering him#so jon just says he knows will is of course he does and holds him because he gets it even if will can't even say it#NONE of this is bad on will's part but he is absolutely pulling away from everybody#sorry for the tag vent but i Need people to stop acting like nobody cares about will when he has SO many people in his corner#that isn't the issue!! the issue is that he's so so scared and he already has so much trauma linked to leaning on others for support#it's just too much to unpack when the world needs saving again and he finally knows For Sure he's gay no buts about it#it's just too much but his level of rock bottom is NOT due to not having anybody there ready and willing to catch him#it's just not ty <3#st4 spoilers //#OOPS BFHDF#sorry i've just seen these takes in so many fics already it's driving me nuts bsdkfjs
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Physical Affection with - Jungle Boy
added author’s note, pre-posting: fuckin’ love how the queue doesn’t apparently work...anyways, i thought it was gonna be up a few days ago, so sorry and also fuck off, tumblr.
I really enjoyed the last one (and also @sansammy requested it), so here’s physical affection HCs with Jungle Boy!
He’s gonna be hesitant about PDA (something I mentioned in my friends-to-lovers with JB, which you can find here)
He’s young and a little shy; he doesn’t really understand where the line between cute and cringey falls for those around you, so he errs on the side of caution
He’ll definitely be more open in front of close friends that he knows won’t mind (think among the lines of Stella, Marko and Luchasaurus, etc.), although he’ll still be kind of reserved
When you’re alone, though?
He’s all in on the physical affection train
Holding Hands
By and far, his favorite thing to do
It’s small, casual, and something that he can easily take comfort in
He loves to hold your hand when he’s nervous, especially in public; it’s something that isn’t too attention-grabbing, but it’s still personal
Before his matches, he’ll sit you on one of the equipment cases and stand in front of you, holding both your hands in his as you hype him up
If you wear rings or bracelets, he’s gonna fidget with them during those moments as a way of bringing himself back to you
When you go to the ring with him, he’ll reach down and squeeze your hand from on top of Luchasaurus’s shoulders (although he probably won’t hold your hand for more than a few seconds on camera)
If he needs your attention, then he’ll walk past you and give your hand a quick squeeze; it’s easier than texting and he knows you won’t miss it
He also holds your hand when you’re nervous!
He works with a lot of Loud and Intimidating people, so he understands that it’s easy for you to get overwhelmed by all the noise, large bodies, and even just the general backstage rush
If he sees you struggling to keep up with a situation, he’ll take your hand and squeeze it to check on you
If you squeeze back, he’ll take you out of the area with some sort of “Marko got stuck on top of a locker” type of excuse that makes no sense, but he’s trying so hard for you
Totally the type to whisper in your ear about well your hand fits into his (yes, he knows it cheesy. he doesn’t care.)
Bonus: He jokingly kisses your hand when you’re alone, especially if you’re about to go on a date or something. He’ll also call you his princess when he does.
Hugging
He loves to hold you while you work
He hugs you from behind, watching how you do even the most simple things like washing produce or typing a paper as if it’s the most enamoring thing in the world to him
If he sees that someone’s making you uncomfortable, he’s absolutely going to insert himself into the situation
And he’ll absolutely do that by putting his arms around your waist and setting his head on your shoulder, glaring at the person until they get the hint and leave
It’s the most publically forward he’ll be about dating you, and he’ll only do it if he knows that you’re uncomfortable
He knows the difference between you having fun with a friend and someone hitting on you, but even if he gets a little jealous, he won’t intervene unless he sees that you can’t get them to buzz off by yourself
(what i’m saying is that he trusts you, but he’s still aware that people might not listen to you unless he gets involved on your behalf)
(and this got very off topic)
If you’re hanging out with close friends, yours or his, he’ll sit next to you and throw an arm over your shoulder
If someone calls him out on it, then he’ll do the same thing to the person on his other side and ask if it’s a problem now (although he’ll hold you a little tighter as he does)
He’s a cheeky little shit and he will tickle you when he hugs you
Especially if you’re alone
Bonus: He loves when you hug his teammates! They’re a very affectionate trio in that sense, so he’s definitely going to think it’s cute to see how comfortable you are with them.
Kissing
He loves to kiss you
He’ll look for excuses to kiss you
Win a big match? He’ll kiss you
Did you do something super cool? He’ll kiss you
MJF got his ass beat? He’ll kiss you (he doesn’t like MJF, okay?)
I lowkey see him a fan of neck kisses, especially when he’s watching you do something
He’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with little kisses and telling you how pretty you are
He’ll kiss your nose when he thinks you’re acting cute; if you’re acting grumpy after he wins in a video game, getting excited over a new dessert you want to try, or even when you’ve just woken up and given him a giant smile, he’ll peck the tip of your nose and smile at you
Alternatively, if you’re in public and you do something cute, he might pull your hand up and kiss your knuckles since it’s not as apparent
Except for that, he will very, very rarely kiss you in front of other people; mainly if you’re going to be apart for a little while or you’re seeing each other for the first time in a few days or longer
And maybe when something Very Big happens and he can’t stop himself
Bonus: He once kissed your cheek after winning a tag team contendership match while Stella was recording for her Instagram story, and nobody noticed until the internet lost their shit about it.
He got super embarrassed about it, but he also secretly asked her to send the video since he thought it was so cute to see how you smiled and covered your face, mildly in shock from his unusual behavior.
Cuddling
He’s always gonna want to be cuddling you when you’re alone
He loves playing video games with you, laying down on the couch and holding his controller in front of you
He’ll hold you, chest-to-chest, and rub circles with his fingers on your body when he’s a little stressed
Speaking of stress, he could listen to you vent forever
He’ll let you sit in his lap and play with his hair, his fingertips drawing circles on your leg or stomach as you tell him about what’s bothering you
He’ll try his best to give advice (he’ll often end up recommending that you ask Luchasaurus or one of the older members of the roster if he can’t help you, although he tries not to unless necessary)
If you get self-conscious, then he’s gonna literally kiss every inch of your body as he tells you everything that he loves about you
He has absolutely done this while drunk (regardless of whether or not you needed to hear it in that moment, per se) and he ended up crying in your arms while telling you about how much he loved you
He loves waking up next to you, almost more than falling asleep with you
He adores how you curl up against him when you fall asleep, the way that you nuzzle into his chest
Absolutely lost his shit the first time you woke up next to him, giving him a quiet “good morning” in your sleepy voice
Bonus: The first time that you stayed with him, he had to wake you up from a nightmare. He was so scared, although he didn’t want you to see that; he pulled up a movie on his laptop and held you until you fell back asleep, and then nearly stayed up until dawn in case you needed him again.
Miscellaneous Things
Totally wants to do that cliché thing where you sit in his lap and he puts his hands over yours on a keyboard or controller, teaching you to play a video game he likes
He likes to go on swimming or on hikes with you, if you’re into that kind of thing; he sees it as a great way to show you some of his favorite places and also get a bit of alone time with you
He will carry you through the woods on his shoulders if you let him and that is not a question
Also, loves carrying you! He doesn’t like the idea of you getting tired, so he’ll just pack you up on his back and carry you around (especially if you’ve been standing for a long time and he’s worried about it)
I feel like he’d also lowkey fall in love with you all over again if you fell asleep against his shoulder while you’re hanging out
He’s always a little worried about you, and he’s very attentive to what you need, so expect to find random snacks, water bottles, or phone chargers lying about exactly when you need them
I feel like he’d probably start keeping a first-aid kit with different over-the-counter medicines in his car or bag in case you get hurt or sick when you’re with him
If you use feminine care items, he always keeps some on him in case of emergencies (and he’ll defend it to the death if someone tries to make fun of him for doing it)
He’ll also absolutely memorize any allergies you have and he’ll be super vigilant about that shit (like, to the point where he’ll text you about dust/pollen for the day if it’s going to be particularly bad)
Basically, he’s not going to be super publically affectionate, but he loves that shit in private
He will, however, show his affection much more in terms of caring for you and making sure you have everything you need; he’s such a sweet and thoughtful person, and he doesn’t want you to ever worry about anything when you’re with him
#jungle boy headcanon#jungle boy hcs#jack perry headcanon#jack perry hcs#think i'm gonna stop putting things in the main tags unless it's my first time writing for them#constantly seeing my own shit in tags i follow is a bit awkward tbh
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scarred, broken, and mended
summary: She felt the weight of the ring on the string around her neck and could feel her scars.
No, she thought, not wanting to get lost in the memories, not now. I can do this later.
So she plastered on a smile, tied an apron, and started frosting some cupcakes.
That night, she allowed herself to feel, and cried herself to sleep, plagued by nightmares of black leather and a feral grin.
pairing: jason todd x marinette dupain cheng, red hood x ladybug, red hood x multimouse
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warnings:
trigger warnings, abuse, mentions of abuse, angst, evil! adrien
a/n: Maribat Jasonette Fic. violence and bullying. there might be another tw but i don't know. the possible tw will start at ~~ and end at ~~. the definite tw will start from the first word and end at ~:~.normal intro notes. i'm s of s and n. also this is going to be angsty for a long time.
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Crack .
Marinette sunk down against the wall, holding her, now broken, wrist. Tears were streaming down her face as she held in a sob.
“Stop bullying Lila, you filthy bitch! God, why was I ever friends with you,” Alya whisper-yelled at her. They were in an empty classroom after school ended and nobody was around. Still, Alya took care to be quiet. Lila was standing behind her, complete with fake tear tracks and a massive smirk.
As Alya slapped her again, leaving her cheek red, Lila continued to fake sob about how she “couldn’t believe Marinette would act like this” and how she “makes it so hard to forgive her”.
~:~
“It’s fine, Lila. She deserves this. You are a much better person,” Alya said, and they walked away together. Alya continued spewing out encouragement and praise until Marinette couldn’t hear them anymore. She finally let out her sobs but quickly wiped her eyes. She had to be home soon, before her shift at the bakery started.
She got up, cradling her wrist, and put up her hood to cover her red face and puffy eyes. Marinette had changed what she wore after the first time they left visible bruises. Now, she wore a black hoodie over a pink shirt, with grey pants, and kept her signature purse (I never liked writing clothes so just imagine them). She made them, and she signed everything with her signature: MAT. She had made a fashion brand online after Jagged Stone had asked for more pieces, and soon Clara Nightingale had asked for a few too. Eventually, her brand, MAT, was famous and celebrities everywhere wanted something. It stood for Marinette And Tikki, for her favorite tiny god. She knew Tikki would be there for her, no matter what.
Oh no! She was going to be late! Marinette took off, trying to rush home, when she winced and had to slow down. She had forgotten that her ankle was sprained after Alya pushed her down the stairs. She limped home quickly, entering through the back door. She didn’t need her parents realizing she wasn’t home yet.
Marinette hobbled up the steps and into her room, putting down all her books and collapsing on her bed. Tikki came out of her purse and flew near her.
“Marinette! Are you okay? Are you hurt too badly?” Tikki asked, full of concern for her favorite Ladybug.
“No. My face hurts but the main thing is my wrist. I think it’s broken,” Marinette said, trying to stuff the pain and sadness down. It was a habit even though Hawkmoth was defeated. She was just so used to pushing all her emotions down that she couldn’t stop. Blank-faced, she sat up and wiped away the tears. Her face was almost back to normal and she needed to start healing now since her shift started in 10 minutes.
Marinette started chanting the healing spell she learned from the Grimoire. After Master Fu had passed over guardianship, she had taken it upon herself to learn the Guardians’ magic, as it would help her. Right now, she had to heal her wrist. FInishing the chant, she took a sip of the potion needed to complete the spell. Marinette scrunched her face in disgust. No matter how many times she drank it, it still tasted like a mix of broccoli, sock, and camembert. Odd combination, but what can you do?
Now that her wrist was almost fully healed, (it still hurt to move it a lot), she needed to run down for her shift. If she was late, her parents would ground her, and that would hinder her patrol schedule. Even though Hawkmoth was defeated, she and Chat Noir had kept their Miraculous. Well, that’s not completely true.
Chat Noir started out as a good partner, if not a little too flirty. As time went on, however, he started being less helpful. He would flirt aggressively and try to force Ladybug on dates, which made him useless in battles, but at least he would try. Once, he even went as far as to refuse to help defeat an akuma.
During the battle with Hawkmoth, however, when he was revealed to be Gabriel Agreste, Chat Noir fought hard , with an intensity Ladybug didn’t know he could have. It was completely new and seemingly out-of-character for the guy who would constantly get killed and controlled by akumas. Honestly, Marinette was a bit scared. She had to physically stop Chat Noir from cataclysming Hawkmoth.
After Hawkmoth was defeated, Ladybug decided not to reveal identities, since Chat Noir was kind of annoying. Not to mention, he was incompetent in fights and generally terrifying during the battle with Hawkmoth. Not a great person to know your deepest secret.
Chat Noir kept pushing for a reveal, how he deserved this for taking down Hawkmoth, and how everything would be great because they could finally date. Ladybug had no interest, and when she said so and refused the reveal, Chat Noir went crazy.
He began demanding and begging for a reveal, saying how they were ‘soulmates’ and they could ‘ finally start dating’ and how they were ‘perfect’ for each other. When that didn’t work, he was following her on patrol, trying to find out where she lived. Chat Noir and Adrien both got closer to Marinette as well. Chat Noir would stop by and vent about how Ladybug was rejecting him, and how Marinette was so similar to her. Adrien would hang out closer to her and Marinette saw him stealing glances at her during gym and lunch. Normally, this would have made her giddy, but her crush had died the day he said to ‘take the high road’.
Marinette could deal with this. She could deal with the following, the venting, and the begging. It was annoying , but not the worst. Then, it happened. Ladybug was out on patrol and Chat Noir was following her, as usual. He stopped her by yelling and caught up. Then, he grinned, and it was more animal than human.
~~ (possible trigger warning)
Ladybug could see the malice in his eyes when he pinned her on the ground. His claws traced her face, then it started. Chat Noir growled and tried to rip her suit, rip her mask, do anything to be able to identify her. He even tried to remove her Miraculous, but thankfully she had enchanted them so they couldn’t be removed by force. Then, he tried his ‘Hail Mary’.
“CATACLYSM,” Chat Noir yelled, no, growled , and Ladybug’s eyes went wide. His hand went to her left side and Ladybug screamed. She could feel the cracks on her skin, could feel the dark energy zooming across her body. She went limp, and Chat Noir jumped away, seeing how the suit cracked but didn’t come off. It left scars from the left side of her rib cage, stretching around to the right side of her stomach. The main one was on the front, but there were many smaller ones, branching from the main one and covering her back.
~~ (possible trigger warning ends)
After all of that, Marinette knew she had to take back the Miraculous. With a heavy heart, Ladybug called Chat Noir to the top of the Eiffel Tower and took back his Miraculous. It was hard but ultimately worth it. Even now, walking down to the bakery, she felt the weight of the ring on the string around her neck and could feel her scars.
No , she thought, not wanting to get lost in the memories, not now. I can do this later . So she plastered on a smile, tied an apron, and started frosting some cupcakes.
That night, she allowed herself to feel, and cried herself to sleep, plagued by nightmares of black leather and a feral grin.
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Gateway Drug | Part Sixty-Nine
A/N: soooooo, last minute I decided to torture you guys:) I made the chapter into 2 parts, next part will be posted tomorrow night. I'm prepared to be cussed out in the comments 😤 love y'all tho
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“Where are you--”
I’m shut up with the sound of Nikki slamming the door before I can finish asking him where he’s going, and I let out a heavy breath.
"--Going." I finish my question with a heavy sigh.
We’ve only been off the road for a couple days and tomorrow is our last day home, so we decided it’d just be easier for us to stay at the house instead of one of us sleeping elsewhere, but he’s been staying somewhere else every night we’ve been home...I don’t want to know who he’s been staying with or what they’ve been doing, so I haven’t bothered to ask.
I glance at the clock, seeing it’s 5:47pm, and go ahead and assume that since he’s been leaving the house around this time every day and hasn’t been coming back until the next morning, that he’s not coming home again until tomorrow.
Which means I’m by myself, being that Karen is on a small vacation ever since we’ve been home and she hasn’t been having to watch our house.
“Great.” I sarcastically mumble to myself, deciding to start on dinner, Whisky staying under my feet. "If Daddy isn't careful, I'm going to choke him with his own hair." I say to him and he looks up at me with a wagging tail and big smile. "Glad we can agree."
I get one pan out of the cabinet before I’m putting it on the counter, and sighing out.
“You know what? I don’t want to cook.” I state, putting the pan back, shutting the cabinet door, and stepping to the phone, dialing a number.
It rings a couple times before the line is picked up, and I smile at the voice on the other end.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Stevie, it’s Viv.” I tell him.
“Hey, babe, what's going on?" He asks me.
"I'm looking for Duff, do you know where he is?"
"He's in the shower." He replies. "You want me to tell him you're on the line?"
"No, it's okay, just tell him to gimme a call ba--"
"--Duff, it's Viv!" I hear Steven scream and I cringe, pulling the phone away from my ear a little.
I hear Duff's muffled reply, opening my mouth to tell Steven that I'll call back later, but I'm being cut off again.
"I said, 'Viv's on the line'!" Steven yells again, hearing Duff respond. "He's coming." Steven assures me.
"Stevie, you could've waited until he was out of the shower." I comment.
"Trust me, Viv, he would want me to interrupt him if it's for you." He states. "Ok, he's here, I love you, bye."
"Love you, bye." I reply.
"Hey." Duff takes over.
"Hey, I'm sorry I interrupted your bathing, I tried telling Stevie you could just call me back later."
"No, no, Viv, you're fine." He assures me.
"Oh."
"What's up?" He asks and I look around my kitchen.
"Um...I was just wondering if you're free tonight?"
The line is quiet for a second and I raise my brows, rubbing my lips together, waiting for him to say something.
"...Hello?"
"Oh, yeah, s-sorry, you wanna do something or something or--I mean, like you wanna hangout? B-Because I'm free, ya know. Yeah." He stutters out awkwardly and I hold back a laugh.
"Smooth." I hear Steven comment in the background.
"Dude, shh!" Duff replies in a whisper. "Um, anyway, yeah, I'm not busy."
"Okay, I was gonna order take out if that's okay with you?"
"Whatever you want is fine with me." He offers.
"Okay." I reply.
There's a long pause and the both of us finally try to talk at the same time:
"Alright, well--"
"Cool, so--"
We stop for a second, the two of us chuckling a little.
"Sorry, you go." He tells me.
"I was gonna say, 'I'll see you in a few minutes'." I say.
"Good deal, I'll see you then." He agrees.
"Okay."
"Okay."
Again, another awkward silence.
"...Okay."
"Okay."
The phone is suddenly hanging up, the dial tone in my ear, and I quirk a brow, before putting the phone back on the hook.
I wasn't sure why things were so freaking awkward with us, nothing had changed, nothing had happened. I hadn't seen him since the Playboy shoot a month and a half prior, so I didn't understand what exactly shifted.
I hear the doorbell ring and Whisky starts barking while I grab the Chinese takeout boxes and some silverware.
"Whisky, who is it?" I ask him sweetly as I step to the door, opening it to see all six feet, four inches of Duff.
He's in a CBGB t-shirt and black jeans, a bag of gummy worms and a six pack of Pepsi in hand.
"Hi." He says, and I step aside and let him in as Whisky immediately starts sniffing at him, starting at his boot, up his leg, and I politely keep him from getting too personal as soon as his nose goes for his crotch.
"Ohhhkay, Whisky, that's enough." I tell him, nudging him away from Duff as he hands me the Pepsi and candy, crouching down to pet him.
"No, it's fine. He's just trying to know me." Duff chuckles, he and Whisky bonding the second his fingers move over the back of Whisky's ears, making him melt like butter in Duff's hands.
After a few minutes of me putting our food on plates and him going to wash his hands, we're finally eating in the living room floor, at the coffee table, with the dog eating his food several feet away, despite coming over to try to eat some of ours every now and then.
"So, like, apparently Nikki's trying to get you guys a spot on the tour." I inform him and he raises his brows.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Slash and Stevie have been conspiring and shared it with Nikki...and he loves you guys so he and Tommy and Vince and Mick are down for it. He's been pestering Doc and Doc said he'd contact your manager a little later." I add.
"Well, we've got some shows coming up to promote the album but, I mean, I don't see the harm in going on tour with them." He shrugs. "It'd be good exposure."
"It would."
"I don't know." He shakes his head a little, swallowing another bite of Lo mein, and I furrow my brows. "I just expected more people to buy 'Appetite'. And they would, if we had our video on MTV, and radio actually played us." He vents. "We're just chomping at the bit, ready to run our asses off the second the race starts, and nobody's firing the fucking starting gun."
The radio was afraid to play them, MTV refused to put their video for "Welcome to the Jungle" on air because John Malone (who owned half of the cable-houses that broadcasted MTV) only saw them as a heroin band, and promoting them wouldn't sit right with his strong Republican, conservative,"christian" morale...so he threatened to drop MTV if they played Guns N' Roses.
"I can talk to Doc and see if he can pull any strings. I mean if they'll play Mötley Crüe--"
"--Tom is vouching for us to anyone that will listen." He explains. "Right now it's not something to worry about, but if it's still like this six months from now, we need to panic a little."
"There's no way in hell it's gonna take six months for you guys to pick up traction." I state in disbelief.
"Viv--"
"--If six months from now you guys still aren't on MTV, I'll harass whoever I need to, to make it happen. I'll go to their houses." I promise and he shakes his head, chuckling.
I was serious, and I ended up delivering on that.
"None of them are worth the trouble. Just a bunch of money-hungry hypocrites hiding behind religion to validate their assbackwards logic." He shrugs.
"You sound like my dad." I point out and he smiles, taking another bite of food as I sip from my bottle of Pepsi.
He stares at me for a moment before I'm raising my brows, silently asking him what's up.
"So, like, how is your dad so cool and your mom is so…" he trails off and I take a breath, shrugging a little.
"That's how she was raised. I mean, I know that's not an excuse but her mom and dad were both that way on her and my aunt--my aunt obviously cracked under the pressure and just gave up trying to please them back when she was a teenager. My grandparents have been dead for years now but my mom still acts like she's trying to make them happy." I mumble. "Which, according to my dad, she wasn't always like that. She did a small 'wild' thing one time, and got knocked up with me."
"What?!" He gawks.
"They got married seven months early to avoid her parents knowing what they had done." I add.
"Dude, imagine losing your virginity and getting pregnant from it." He tries to hold back a laugh.
"My mom always told me I was planned, and once I was old enough to do the math between my birthday and their anniversary, I put the pieces together and my dad finally told me what happened when I turned sixteen."
He nods, and licks his lips, awkwardly clearing his throat before saying:
"So...what about your first time?"
I scoff, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Um, seventeen, Nikki, their roach-motel apartment."
"You've only dated one guy?"
"Yeah." I nod.
"Wow…" he says it like it's hard to believe.
"What's that mean?"
"I just expected you to have dated a couple more guys before settling on Nikki." He replies.
"I didn't settle for Nikki." I tell him, matter of fact. "Being with him was a good idea at the time." I add.
"Nah, I get it. That's how it was with my first big-boy girlfriend."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What happened to her?"
He takes a second, taking in a heavy breath, but trying to keep things light with his smile.
"We were, like, kids basically. Like sixteen/seventeen, and I had to go out of town to visit some family, and when I got back she told me she had hooked up with this dude at a party while I was away. And we broke up, and then got back together, and then things were good for another year until the big heroin epidemic hit Seattle." He informs me. "It got its hooks in her and wouldn't let go. I finally just had to break things off because I couldn't watch her kill herself in an overdose like some of my friends had already done, and I left for L.A. shortly after. I know that's selfish but ignorance is bliss. I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if I were to ever find out she'd died." There's a small gloss to his eyes, like he's holding back a few tears.
"That's not selfish." I tell him, shaking my head. "Some people aren't meant to be in our lives forever. Some are just there to grow you in some way and if it's not God's will for them to stay around you he gives you the strength to just walk away." I suggest.
"Is that what's happening with you and Nikki?" He asks next, looking at me. "He's giving you the strength to walk away?"
"God's ignoring me currently so I wouldn't know." I admit. "He wants me to stay with Nikki, but Nikki won't even say whether or not he truly wants a divorce. He just avoids the conversation. I think he feels like if he ignores it, the issue will resolve itself."
"Well...what do you think? I mean, has anyone asked how you feel about this? Like having to make people think you guys are together and stuff."
"It doesn't really matter how I--or even Nikki--feels."
"Okay, Vivian, I didn't ask about Nikki, alright?" He politely tells me and I sigh.
"I'm miserable." I finally get it out. "We pose for pictures in magazines, still, a-and pile on the PDA anytime press is around and it freaking sucks. Because we're arguing more and more lately so it's like as soon as we get inside we're going back to being mean to each other. And I'm over him, like I've accepted the fact that we're more than likely divorcing, I've gotten all of it out of my system, but the waiting and dragging it out for another year is just getting to me." A couple tears topple over my lashes.
"If you want out then get out, Viv." He says to me.
"It's not that simple, Duff."
"Yes, it is. You're just waiting for Nikki to tell you he wants to work things out, and using Doc telling you guys to hold off on any decisions until the tour is over, as an excuse." He states, as noninvasive as possible and I hate to hear the truth. "If you wanna stay, stay, if you want to leave him, leave him. You shouldn't have to explain yourself either way. It's your own business but at least be honest with yourself and call it what it is."
"I will when you do." I argue and he looks at me with raised brows.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, please, Duff, you act like this when you're sober but then when you're drunk you're telling me you love me." I state. "You're not being honest with yourself, either."
His brows furrow.
"Viv, what the fuck am I suppose to do? Huh? You're married. You've been married."
"Barely."
"What do you want me to do about it?" He defensively chuckles out.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Nikki's done a lot for me and the band, and I don't want to disrespect you or him so I've kept to myself, alright? So just leave it at that and let's finish eating because I got rehearsal tomorrow." He tries to change the subject.
"He had an entire mistress, Duff, telling me how you really felt about me wouldn't have--"
"--You wanna know how I really feel about you? Fine. I don't understand how someone so beautiful and insanely kind could fucking exist, but you do. My hands get all weird and sweaty and gross when you're around. I can barely walk at times because my legs feel like jello anytime I'm talking to you. It pisses me off that you're so talented and a fucking genius but all you see is how you aren't good enough because you aren't the 'type' that guys like Nikki usually desire--but I'm telling you now, people stare at you anywhere we go like you're healing lepers or something and it's definitely not because they think you're ugly. I know what my boundaries are and would never purposely do something that would make you uncomfortable. I'm sorry I said that to you when I was shitfaced. I'd much rather have told you when I was sober, but there's never been a point of me telling you because--"
"--Tell me." I cut him short. "You're sober." I point out, shifting to my knees. "So tell me."
He licks his lips, his breathing picking up slightly as he looks me dead in the eyes.
"I love you." He tells me. "I love you, Vivian." He repeats it, more confidently. "I have since the day we met."
I nod a little, my eyes getting teary and I'm kissing him before I can talk myself out of it.
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"Did you talk to James?" he shakes his head taking the first bite of his breakfast, since he's hosting her the least she can do is pay him back making herself useful in some way.
"How do things work between you? He's your best friend and you don't know what's wrong with him?" Claire mostly plays with her food, sitting across from him. No matter how hard she tries, she can't stop thinking about the scene from a few nights ago.
"Just because he's my best friend and I know him, I know he needs time to think about it. When he's ready he'll come to me" he shrugs before bringing his glass to his lips.
"You guys are weird" she reflected as she stood up and walked to the sink with her plate, he laughed putting the glass down and passing the back of his hand on his chin where a drop of juice had fallen. Before coming to put his plate in the sink, too.
He leans behind her to do so and when she turns around she comes face to face with the boy. "I'll talk to him today, okay?"
"Didn't you just say-?" she starts looking him in the eye confused, but he just cuts her off. "If it makes you relax" his hands are on her waist and it doesn't take much effort to get close to her and hold her in his arms.
A kiss on the cheek and Ben disappears through the stairs to get ready, Claire is left in the kitchen staring into space. What is she doing?
Ben gave her the car that morning, she drove him to training before going around town to run some errands and then went to pick him up. She desperately wants to get a job, do something during the day because being alone with her head isn't good for her lately. Not necessarily in her field, the important thing is to be able to raise something for when the contract expires so she can afford to rent a small place. Or at the moment just to not always ask Ben for money even for her personal things.
As always she had been honest with him about the situation and he wasted no time in reminding her that whatever she needed, she could always count on his help. But he had listened to her and even offered to help her on his days off because he knew the city well by now.
However, no one seemed to want to accept her help in the shops she tried, willing to start even at that very moment if they had asked, and at the hospital they had answered the usual we'll let you know after taking her CV which wasn't very vast but the result of hard work over the years.
She wasted some time on the store shelves, carefully choosing the ingredients to cook a nice dinner knowing how much more they had to know about each other. And while she prepares everything, under the careful supervision of Bec and Bea on video call, she tells her friends about the week's news. Venting out and taking advice and asking honest opinions from them.
She misses spending her days with them doing nothing, just sitting in the same room gossiping about the people of their town or giving Becca a positive attitude for her exam or looking for a boyfriend for Bea on one of the many dating apps. They'll visit her soon though and she's really looking forward to it.
Dinner is ready and covered especially so it doesn't get cold and, with the car keys in her hand, she turns off the light by looking at her work one last time with her mouth watering.
She stays in the car in the parking lot waiting for Ben, wondering if he spoke to James or if she would meet him and what the meeting would be like. And she is so deep in her thoughts that she jumps, turning her head to the side when someone knocks on her window.
"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you" Marc Albrighton giggles as Claire gets out of the car and greets with a kiss on each cheek. "Don't worry, I was just overthinking"
"May I ask what's going on?" the girl sighs lowering her gaze for a moment and leaning back to the car, but instead of answering she asks him another question. "What would happen if I didn't get along with my husband's friends?" the guy puts the training bag down between his feet and looks at Claire playing with the sleeves of her sweater, uncomfortable.
"Depends I guess, who don't you get along with?" she looks at him, biting her lip, hesitating whether or not to tell him. Then James' name comes out of her lip with a sigh, "but it's not like I don't get along with him. He's the one who's acting weird by saying odd things, I've never said anything to make him hate me, I swear" she hurries to add gesturing, the sleeves of her sweater covering her hands making her look even smaller than she really is.
"Oh god" he whispers with one hand on the back of his neck. "What?"
"It's nothing" he says quickly, trying to avoid her gaze though.
"Tell me, Marc. If you know something please tell me" she begs him and he sighs.
"Look, I told him not to focus on that too much. The thing is, I overheard you talking on the phone one day in the park and-and you were talking about money. But you were practically a stranger so I didn't care what I overheard until..."
"Until Ben introduced us" she tells for him making him nod, "And did you tell James?"
He nods again, "Practically right away when we met" it makes more sense now, well the two of them hadn't had much time to get to know each other because everything had happened so quickly. The marriage, the contract and spread the news. But he hadn't seemed against his friend's decisions before that day actually, just as your friends he was just trying to make him think about the whole situation and was standing by him.
"I can't believe it" Claire hides her face in her hands, "that was a terrible joke by a friend of mine and I"
"Hey hey, you don't have to justify yourself" Marc is quick to stop you by putting his hand on her arm, "I got to know you and I could see that you're not so bad" he smiles slightly to try to lighten the situation, "and I probably should have minded my own business too, it wasn't nice of me. I'm sorry"
She smiles in a forced way when all she wants to do is burst into tears acting like the adult she is. And she's about to say something when she sees Ben finally come out of the facility with his head down and Harvey next to him with the bags.
"You're so lazy since you got married" Marc jokes when the two get to the car and there's a strange exchange of glances between the two teammates while Ben goes around the car without saying a word.
The girl narrows her eyes, following him and preventing him from opening the car door by forcing him to raise his face placing a hand under his chin. Her eyes widen, "What happened?" is the same thing the player she was talking to a few minutes earlier whispers.
"I talked to him" he hisses in his teeth before moving away from her and falling into the passenger seat of his car. Yeah he had talked to James, seeing how his mood hadn't improved when the girl who is his wife was named.
"I think you've made a decision too quickly" the blond man murmured in an empty room, "you don't even know her"
"You don't know her James, and if you had spent half the time you looked at her badly trying to do it, well at..."
"Oh sure blame me since it's easier! Keep trusting her instead of me, your best friend" the voices were getting louder and louder and the guys outside started wondering what was going on in there.
"If you were really my friend like you say, you'd support me" he fired back taking few steps closer.
"Being friends doesn't mean I have to agree with every bullshit you do"
"At least I'm trying to make up for it. What's the name of your last shag?" and Harvey had entered the room just as James had pushed Ben and he had fallen down slightly banging his head, earning that little bulge on his eyebrow.
The girl glances at an incredulous Marc and Harvey from above the roof of the car, before taking one last look at Ben and greetings the two of them and getting into the car. The journey passes in silence, the boy looking out the window with his head throbbing and she with other thoughts in her head. Why? Why fight over her who was practically nobody?
When they get home Ben is the first one in, heading into the kitchen for some water. He can't wait to jump into bed but he needs to take some painkillers first. When he turns on the light he smiles softly at what is in front of his eyes, only to find that Claire isn't behind him when he turns to thank her. He climbs the stairs then, stopping in front of her room door. One hand on the door handle that doesn’t work, the door is locked. And he sighs laying one hand on the wooden surface while bitter tears are on the girl's cheeks inside.
Chapter 9
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Ebony rolled over in the top bunk of the bunkbed she was sharing with Sugar, checking the time on her phone, noticing it had a text on it. She sleepily checked the text, unlocking her phone.
“Ebony, I know you don’t like being up there with me, but I need you to show up to work today. No more skipping. Be at theater at 7:30 sharp. Don’t be late.” Ebony’s eyes opened as wide as possible as she reread the text fifteen times.
“SHIT!!!!” Ebony cursed, falling off the top bunk and running to get dressed and ready for the day. After she got dressed, Ebony ran down through the Hotel’s lobby at breakneck speed.
“Whoa! Where are you off to, Ebony?!” Charlie asked.
“DAD TEXTED ME AT 6:00 TO BE AT THE THEATER AT 7:30!!!! IT’S 12:30!!!!” Ebony shrieked, running out the front door.
“Oh! HAVE A GOOD DAY!!” Charlie called.
Ebony rushed inside the theater, gasping for breath, sides hurting from how long she was running. “Good to see you decided to show up for once.” A voice scoffed. Ebony wheezed before falling to one knee. “Oh, goodness! Are you alright? Did I sound too similar to Inky?” They asked worriedly. Ebony shook her head no, catching her breath.
“No, no, no, you’re fine, Luc….!” Ebony wheezed.
“You sound really bad-do you have your inhaler with you?” Lucifer asked, worry written over his face.
“Heck….I forgot it at the hotel….!” Ebony wheezed. Ebony pulled her phone out, hitting speed-dial for Sugar.
“Sissy? What’s wrong?” Sugar asked, picking up almost instantly.
“Inhaler-*Wheeze* left it on bedside *Wheeze* table…!” Ebony wheezed.
“Oh gosh!! I’ll be right there-is someone with you?” Sugar asked.
“Yeah-hurry, me and dad are gonna be on in about 15…!” Ebony wheezed.
“Right!! On my way!!” Sugar said, hanging up. Ebony hung up, leaning against a wall.
“It’ll be okay, I’m here if you need anything.” Lucifer said. Ebony nodded tiredly.
Ebony shook herself awake, already feeling lightheaded. Lucifer noticed and crouched down to her height, debating between whether he should make eye contact or not. “Ebony? Are you okay?” Lucifer asked gently.
Ebony tiredly shrugged, barely moving her shoulders a few inches. The doors to the theater opened and Sugar rushed in. Ebony shakily took the inhaler, silently thanking her. “No problem, sissy! Oh, hey, Lucifer!” Sugar said, freezing afterwards, realizing what she just said.
“Hello, Sugar, Ebony’s told me a lot about you~!” Lucifer hummed.
“Wait-you talk to Ebony?” Sugar asked carefully.
Lucifer nodded, smile seemingly growing wider. “Yes indeedy! In between shows and performances! At least, when she shows up!” Lucifer beamed. Ebony nodded, having recovered from the asthma attack after a few moments. “Feel better?” Lucifer asked.
“Yeah, thanks…” Ebony nodded. “Thanks for rushing over, Sugar…” Ebony thanked.
“No problem!” Sugar beamed.
“Wait, how’d ya get here so fast? The Hotel’s like, thirty minutes away!” Ebony asked.
“Oh! Charlie gave me a ride! Everyone was worried aboutcha!” Sugar stated.
“R-Really…?” Ebony’s eye sockets widened. Someone cared about her…?
Sugar nodded enthusiastically. “Yep! Even Husk was worried!” Sugar noted.
“Huh...I wonder why….” Ebony hummed.
“Ebony, you finally decided to show up!!” A voice that sounded like a sports announcer called. Ebony cringed slightly before frowning, Lucifer noticing before she changed her expression.
“Y-Yeah, hi...Dad…” Ebony said blankly.
“Me and your mother were thinking you wouldn’t show up again!” Inky announced. Ebony cringed, grabbing her arm almost on instinct. Lucifer noticed this and took note that she did it when her mother was mentioned.
“I know, dad, I’m….I’m sorry.” Ebony apologized, not meaning a word of it. Why would she? She was practically being held captive by the job her parents wanted the family to continue in, so she has no reason to be apologetic to them.
“Good. We’re on in five, so get your act together. And I don’t want to hear ANY whining about your supposed ‘Anxiety’ when it’s almost time. Nobody has confirmed it, so ya don’t have it. Suck it up, buttercup.” Inky snapped. Ebony frowned.
“Fine.” Ebony growled.
“Good. Always good to see you, Lucifer.” Inky said, walking back to where he came from. As he left, Ebony sighed heavily, voice dripping with disgust.
“Has he lightened up on you at all…?” Lucifer asked, concerned.
Ebony shook her head. “Why would he? He has no reason to. I’m just that perfect little daughter to him; I get no say in anything.” Ebony sneered.
“Sissy…..” Sugar frowned. Sugar shifted nervously. “Have you asked him to stop?” Sugar asked.
“It’s all I’ve said to him whenever he and I talk. It’s always ‘I’ll think it over’, or, ‘You’re just being your typical rebellious self, just calm down!’ never any other response!” Ebony vented. Sugar whimpered.
“Sissy…!” Sugar frowned.
“I mean, it’s not like since I was a little kid I did everything he asked me to, no matter how gruesome it was!!!! Not like I was BLINDLY loyal to him ever since I was born!!!! But HEAVEN FORBID I WANNA DO A JOB THAT I ACTUALLY ENJOY!!!” Ebony growled.
“Sissy…!!” Sugar urged, panic leaking into her voice.
“NOT LIKE IT’S VERY APPARENT THAT I HATE THIS DUMB JOB BECAUSE I CAN BARELY BREATHE BY THE END OF EACH SHIFT!!!!” Ebony ranted.
“Hey, let’s get outta here before we get hurt!” A demon suggested to his friend.
“Yeah, that Ink Demon’s freak of a daughter is having a freak out, let’s move it!” His friend agreed.
“Sissy..!!!!!” Sugar urged again.
“Ebony, breathe!!” Lucifer cried out. Ebony looked around, noticing the ink webs crawling across the walls.
“Oh….Oh shit! I-I’m sorry…! I-I-I-I-I-I didn’t mean to…!” Ebony yelped, ink webs slowly disappearing. Ebony slumped against a wall, curling into a ball and shaking slightly. Lucifer looked at Sugar, eyes full of questions. Sugar just shrugged.
“Ebony dearest, why are you so upset…? It’s okay-most demons don’t have full control over their abilities-especially when they’re as young as you..!” Lucifer comforted.
No response from Ebony. Lucifer looked at Sugar, eyes filled to the brim with worry. “S-Sissy…? Are you okay…?” Sugar asked gently.
Ebony slightly nodded. Lucifer frowned, knowing that she was lying. “Ebony, if you need to talk, we’re here to-” Lucifer started, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly before Ebony jerked away, shaking violently.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!!!” Ebony shrieked, eyes shrinking to pinpricks. Lucifer pulled his hand away, noticing that she was melting slightly and the ink webs were back in a slightly darker color.
“Sissy can’t go up there in this condition…!” Sugar whimpered.
“I’ll talk to Inky. He’ll listen to me about it.” Lucifer requested.
“Well, we can’t really say no-You’re the ruler of Hell after all!” Sugar chided.
Lucifer frowned. He forgot about that. He hated how people treated him differently due to his social status. “Forget about ranks and rulers for a moment. May I speak to your father about this issue?” Lucifer asked gently.
“Yes, you may. Sissy won’t make it out alive if she goes out there…!” Sugar allowed. Lucifer nodded, walking off.
“It’s okay, sissy, Lucifer will sort this out…!” Sugar assured.
Ebony nodded shakily.
(Elsewhere with Lucifer.)
Lucifer walked down the hall, scanning the door numbers until he came across one; 414. He knew it as Inky’s room, so he knocked. A few moments passed and the door opened. “Lucifer? What’re you doing here? I thought you left?” Inky asked, confused.
“Oh, trust me, I was about to.” Lucifer stated blankly.
“What stopped you?” Inky asked.
“Your eldest daughter; Ebony.” Lucifer explained.
“Er, technically second eldest, right after-” Inky started.
“Of course, yes, yes, whatever. I’m here to talk with you about Ebony. May we?” Lucifer asked. Inky nodded, stepping aside so Lucifer could walk in.
“Ya can sit down if ya want.” Inky offered.
Lucifer shook his head. “No, this hopefully won’t take long.” Lucifer declined gently. Inky shrugged sitting down anyways. “She’s having a panic attack, Ink.” Lucifer stated bluntly.
“Oh, yeah, those. I’m sure they’re fake. Give her a bit and she’ll be fi-” Inky started.
“SHE PRACTICALLY LEAPT AWAY FROM MY HAND AND SHRIEKED, INK!!” Lucifer snapped. Inky’s eye sockets widened.
“What…?” Inky asked, unsure if he was hearing him correctly.
“She is in NO condition to go up today if EVER.” Lucifer snapped.
“Well-” Inky started.
“You and I are both parents, yes?” Lucifer asked.
“Well, yeah.” Inky shrugged.
“Parents are supposed to LISTEN to their children, yes?” Lucifer asked, raising his voice slightly.
“Yeah, so?” Inky asked.
“So why the HEAVEN are you forcing her TO DO SOMETHING that she has stated on MULTIPLE OCCASIONS that she HATES?!” Lucifer snapped.
Inky melted nervously. “Well, it’s to keep the family legacy going and-” Inky started.
“FUCK FAMILY LEGACIES, WHAT ABOUT HER MENTAL HEALTH?!? SHE WAS IN SHAMBLES BACK THERE!” Lucifer hissed.
“It’s all acting, Lucifer. She’s just seeking attention.” Inky explained. Lucifer’s eyes shrank.
“Are. You. SERIOUS?” Lucifer twitched.
“Yeah. we’re all actors, Luci. She’s just making it up.” Inky declined.
“She looked very much so TRAUMATIZED back there, Inky! That did NOT say ‘acting’ to me!” Lucifer hissed.
Inky sighed, rolling his eyes. “We’re gonna be on in a few. We can continue afterwards.” Inky sighed.
“No, because this is not up for discussion.” Lucifer growled.
“You said you’re a parent; parent your own kid.” Inky frowned. Lucifer narrowed his eyes.
“Fine. Don’t blame me if she runs away like the last one.” Lucifer sneered.
“I won’t.” Inky frowned.
Lucifer walked out and back to the lobby, sitting on the floor next to Ebony and Sugar, sighing heavily.
“Anything cha-any-an-anything chan-chan-change…?” Ebony asked, still shaking.
Lucifer shook his head. “No. He’s hard to change his view on things. He’s got tunnel vision, I’m afraid.” Lucifer scowled. Lucifer looked Ebony in the eyes, albeit hesitantly. “Ebony? If there’s any trouble at home-I mean ANY trouble with your father or your mother, you can always come to me, Charlie, and Lilith and we’ll help out in any way we can.” Lucifer encouraged, gently clapping a hand onto her shoulder. Ebony nodded.
“Thanks, Lucifer, sir…!” Ebony smiled slightly. Lucifer laughed.
“No need to be so formal!” Lucifer laughed. “You can just call me Luci! I honestly don’t mind!” Lucifer beamed. Ebony nodded.
“Thanks...Luci…!” Ebony smiled.
“Yeah, thanks a bunch!” Sugar grinned.
“Take care of yourself now, okay? Charlie really cares about you!” Lucifer reminded.
“I-I’ll try…!” Ebony said nervously. Lucifer smiled.
“Luci, dearest? We should get going.” Lilith called. Lucifer got up, turning around to her.
“Coming dear!” Lucifer called back. “See you later, you two!” Lucifer bidded farewell, hurrying over to Lilith’s side.
“Ya think dad’ll give ya the day off?” Sugar asked.
“We’ll see…” Ebony frowned. Inky walked over.
“Come on, Ebony, we’re up.” Inky called. Ebony frowned.
“I’m not really in a state to go up right now, dad.” Ebony warned.
“Oh come off it. I know you’re acting.” Inky scolded.
“Dad, I’m NOT in the mood to argue. I am NOT going up there.” Ebony growled.
“Ebony, stop stalling and get moving.” Inky ordered.
“No.” Ebony declined.
“Excuse me?” Inky twitched.
“I said,” Ebony got up and close to his face. “NO.” Ebony snapped.
“Ebony Dawn Agony, stop it this instant!” Inky snapped.
“No, because I don’t want to go up there!!” Ebony barked.
“Mister Agony, sir, you’re up.” A cat demon called.
“I know, I’ll be there soon.” Inky growled.
“Sir, look, if ya don’t get up there soon, we’ll forfeit the timeslot to Alastor.” The demon sighed.
“Fine. Ebony, you get out just this ONE. TIME.” Inky growled before returning to his typical friendly self. As Inky walked away, Ebony hugged herself. Ebony felt her phone vibrate and went to check it.
“Ebony; I know you hate it here, but you need to stop skipping your shifts. As such, you will have extra hours to make up for those you lost. Not sorry, as you do this constantly and seemingly without remorse, get down here ASAP or I’ll find you and DRAG YOU DOWN HERE MYSELF. See you soon, dragging or not.” The text read. Ebony grimaced, legs moving together on instinct.
“Sissy? What’s wrong?” Sugar asked.
“You able to hitch a ride with Charlie…?” Ebony asked, trying to keep her voice stable.
Sugar tilted her head in confusion. “Well, yeah, she took me here, why?” Sugar asked.
“Good...I……...Won’t be back at the Hotel until a little later than usual…” Ebony winced.
“Why? Sissy, what’s going on?” Sugar asked.
“I…….I have work to get done that may take a bit…” Ebony lied.
“Understood! See ya when ya get home!” Sugar beamed. Ebony smiled at her optimism before feeling her phone vibrate again.
“EBONY AGONY, YOU GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT OR I’LL COME UP THERE AND IT WON’T BE FUCKING PLEASANT.” The text read. Ebony sighed, typing up a reply.
“Gotcha boss. See ya soon.”
A response came almost instantly. “GOOD. VAL WAS WONDERING IF YOU DECIDED TO RUN OFF LIKE THAT SLUT HE CALLS ANGEL DUST.” It read.
Ebony hurried over, ignoring the feeling in her stomach.
As she walked in, she felt a wire work its way around her body, and before she could react, it tied itself around her, holding her in the air at a dangerous height.
“WHERE. HAVE. YOU. BEEN?!” Vox growled. Ebony whined, struggling slightly.
“I-I-I-I-I-I was at the-I was-I wa-I was at the th-I was in my room, b-bo-I was in my room, boss!” Ebony explained. The wires tightened, cutting off circulation in her legs. Typical Vox; making it to where she couldn’t run away.
“Is that true?! Or are you talking out of your a$$ right now?!?” Vox demanded.
“I-It is tru-It is true, boss!!!” Ebony whined.
“Really now? If I ask, would other demons be able to confirm your were there?!?” Vox growled.
The wires tightened again, causing Ebony to shriek in pain. Ebony nodded her head violently, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes any second. “Y-Yes sir!!!” Ebony cried out. Vox frowned, believing her story and dropping her, catching her before she hit the ground then putting her down.
“You have a double shift tonight. I hope ya have lots of energy.” Vox scolded.
“I-I had no con-I had no control over today, s-si-si-sir!!” Ebony protested.
Vox scowled, narrowing his eyes. He grabbed Ebony’s hoodie, pulling her up to make eye contact. “YA KNOW WHAT, NAH, YOU DON’T GET A ‘DOUBLE SHIFT’, YA GET A DOUBLE SHIFT, -AND- YA DEAL WITH ME UNTIL I’M DONE WITH THE WORK I HAVE TO GET DONE. YA JUST SIT THERE IN MY LAP, HOUR, MAYBE HOUR AND A HALF, NO MOVEMENT, NO PLEASURE, NOTHING BUT SITTING THERE WITHOUT ANY CHANGE WHATSOEVER.” Vox snapped. Ebony whimpered, legs swinging helplessly.
“B-Boss, I-I-I’m sorry…!” Ebony begged.
“Sorry don’t change nothin’~! After everything, it’s gonna be just you and me in my office~! Like last week~!” Vox purred. Ebony whimpered, ears pressing against her head.
“P-Please don’t…!” Ebony begged.
“Aww~! Ya already sound just like ya did last week~! And I ain’t even inside ya yet~!” Vox joked cruelly. Ebony’s face heated up and her legs pressed together.
“Vox, darling, you can put her down now.” Someone called.
“Val. Ya ruin all my fun, doncha?” Vox frowned.
“No dear, I just want to prevent mental trauma is all~!” Valentino grinned.
Ebony was dropped and she scrambled to her feet, albeit shaking slightly. “D-Do I have to…?” Ebony asked, despite knowing the answer already.
“Well, yeah. Ya made a DEAL with a DEALMAKER DEMON. Ya sorta can’t break those unless ya fulfill their requirements for you to do. And, well…” Vox chuckled. “Yain’t anywhere near CLOSE to fulfilling yours~!” Vox disclosed.
“But...I don’t understand...I’ve been working here for ten years…!” Ebony whined. Vox chuckled evilly.
“Ya forget about the terms of your deal, hun~!” Vox grinned. Vox snapped, summoning the contract for her deal. Vox cleared his throat.
“The terms are as follows; to do as Vox and associates requests for as long as THEY desire, no matter Ebony’s feelings or conflictions with the actions. This deal may be changed or extended by Vox or associates as they please or require~!” Vox read.
Ebony whined. “That’s not-” Ebony started.
“ ‘not fair’~? Well hun, this is Hell, we don’t DO fair~!” Vox taunted. Ebony frowned.
“You should have read the fine print, darling~!” Valentino grinned. Ebony whimpered.
(After Ebony’s double shift.)
Ebony shakily walked to Vox’s office, following his orders. Ebony nervously knocked on the door and it opened almost as soon as she stopped.
“Ready to suffer, doll~?” Vox asked. Ebony whimpered. Vox shrugged, grabbing her and walking off to go sit down. “Doesn’t matter~! Ya don’t get a say in the matter~!” Vox chuckled darkly. Ebony went to object, but before she could, he pulled her into his lap and slid himself in, earning a groan from Ebony.
“Wow~! You’re easy, ain’t ya~!” Vox taunted.
“I-I-” Ebony started before Vox covered her mouth.
“I don’t wanna hear any sounds comin’ outta that sweet mouth of yours that ain’t my name or sounds of pleasure, doll~!” Vox teased. Ebony nodded in understanding. “If ya make ANY signs of moving, doll, I won’t go easy on ya~! Ya won’t be able to walk without pain for a few weeks~!” Vox warned. Ebony nodded, panting slightly already.
As time passed, Ebony felt a mix of displeasure and disgust. Displeasure from not being allowed to move, and disgust from giving up so easily. After a few hours, Vox was done working.
“Wow, ya stayed still for about five hours~! Impressive~!” Vox said condescendingly. Ebony smiled tiredly, moving slightly. “Oh~! What was that~?” Vox hummed. Ebony froze. CRAP. HE NEVER SAID SHE COULD MOVE AFTER HE WAS DONE. “Ya didn’t do as I said~!” Vox sang. Ebony whimpered, knowing what’d happen next. Vox’s grin widened as he pressed a button locking the doors to the room.
“Now about you~!” Vox grinned maliciously. Ebony gulped, remembering how painful the last time was.
“P-Please be gentle…?” Ebony asked.
Vox laughed. “Nah~! Ya ignored a direct order~! I gotta make sure ya won’t do it again~!” Vox grinned. Ebony gulped, squeaking as he started moving.
(Timeskip.)
Ebony hobbled into the Hotel lobby, sitting down whenever she could. “Pulling a late night, Dear~?” A voice hummed, turning on a light.
“O-Oh! A-Al! I didn’t see ya there!” Ebony chuckled nervously.
“Where have you been~? We were waiting for you for over two hours~!” Alastor hummed.
“W-Working…!” Ebony stammered. Alastor chuckled.
“Dear, tell the truth~! Where were you~?” Alastor asked. Alastor stood up, walking over to her. “And don’t think of lying to me~!”
“W-Well, I-I was working an-an-an-and it-it took-it took longer than usual…!” Ebony stuttered.
“Where exactly were you working, dear~?” Alastor asked.
“Well, a little bit here, a little bit there, a little bit everywhere…!” Ebony dodged.
“That’s not an answer, dear~!” Alastor grinned.
“Look, it’s unimportant, okay?!” Ebony snapped. Alastor raised an eyebrow.
“With an announcement of that fervor, I’d assume that it is of the utmost importance~!” Alastor announced.
“Just….Please drop it, okay, Al…?” Ebony begged. Alastor chuckled darkly.
“Did you forget about the terms of your deal with me, deer~?” Alastor hummed.
Ebony’s eyes shrank and she slumped over, shaking slightly and started hyperventilating. “I-I-I-I-I-I…..” Ebony whimpered.
“Ebony? What’s wrong?” Alastor asked, worry written on his face. Ebony whimpered, backing away.
“No….No….No, no, no….” Ebony shuddered, backing away slowly.
Alastor slowly walked towards her as though approaching a baby deer. “Is something wrong…?” Alastor asked gently.
“I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I’m sorry I was late to work, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I couldn’t make it in time…!!!!!!” Ebony whimpered, throwing her hands in front of her face for protection. Alastor’s eyes widened and he gently grabbed her hands, snapping Ebony out of it as she felt the soft velvet gloves Alastor always wore.
“I’m here, deer, I can help if you would be so generous to allow…!” Alastor said gently.
Ebony hiccuped, hugging herself as she curled into a ball. “.....I don’t wanna talk anymore….” Ebony sobbed.
“Alright, we won’t. I’ll still be here if you need anything, okay?” Alastor asked gently. Ebony nodded.
“......Thamk wou….” Ebony mumbled. Alastor nodded.
“Anytime, my deer~!” Alastor smiled softly.
Ebony sniffled, riding out the panic attack and slowly calming down.
“Feel better…?” Alastor asked gently.
Ebony rubbed her eyes, wiping the tears away. “A-A little…” Ebony hiccupped.
“Would you like to try to discuss this in the morning?” Alastor asked gently.
“M-Maybe….W-We’ll see…Okay…?” Ebony whimpered. Alastor nodded.
“Now then~!” Alastor grinned, standing up. “You should get to bed~! It’s already MIDNIGHT for goodness sake~!” Alastor announced. Ebony yawned, nodding.
Ebony walked to her room, passing out as soon as she reached her top bunk.
(The next morning.)
“Good morning, Ebony!” Charlie greeted, waving from the kitchen as Ebony walked downstairs.
“Morning, Charlie…” Ebony yawned.
“Tired again?” Charlie asked.
Ebony nodded, yawning again. “Late night at work….” Ebony yawned.
“Ebony, you NEED to be better about getting to bed on time!” Charlie scolded.
“I know, Princess…” Ebony yawned, sitting down on a couch by the entrance.
“I mean it, Ebony! If I need to track you down using your phone’s location, I’ll DRAG you back here to get a good night’s rest!” Charlie lectured.
“NO!!!!” Ebony blurted out, spooking Charlie with the sudden volume shift.
“Yipes!” Charlie yelped. Ebony’s eyes shrank and she shook her head.
“I-I-I-I-I-I-I mean no, that’s not necessary! I-I’ll get better about it, I-I-I promise!” Ebony stuttered.
“Isss….Everything okay, Boney?” Angel asked.
“I asked you to STOP calling me that, Angel. And I am FINE!” Ebony sighed.
“Are you sure?” Vaggie asked. Ebony nodded violently.
“Perfectly fine! No problems here, folks!” Ebony nodded vigorously.
Angel raised an eyebrow. “Ya sure?”
“Yes!! Positive!!” Ebony snapped.
“That’s what she said.” Angel chuffed.
“You’d know, Plug-and-play.” Ebony scoffed.
“Whoa! That’s harsh! SOMEONE woke up on the wrong side of the bed!” Angel snuffed.
“I went to bed at-” Ebony started.
“A reasonable time last night~! she’s just grumpy she didn’t get to sleep in~!” Alastor interjected, walking downstairs.
“But didn’t the clock say it was-” Ebony started.
“The clock was turned off, deer~! Who’s gonna watch it if nobody’s awake~?” Alastor interjected.
“Fair enough.” Ebony shrugged.
“What’s on the docket for breakfast, dear~?” Alastor asked Charlie.
“Waffles and eggs!” Charlie grinned.
Alastor hummed. “Sounds delicious~!”
Ebony nodded, tummy rumbling. “That’s right, I didn’t manage to get any dinner last night…” Ebony sighed.
“How late were you out? All diners close at like…….12:00……” Vaggie narrowed her eye.
Ebony went to speak before getting cut off by Alastor again. “That is not what matters~!”
“I think it does, because she seems to be tired all the time!” Vaggie objected.
“It doesn’t, as the past is the past~!” Alastor countered.
Ebony got up to walk away, still hobbling slightly. “Hey, uh, has Ebony always had a hobble that bad?” Angel asked. Ebony froze.
“I, uh….Just...ran into a garbage can last night. Still recovering.” Ebony responded quickly. Angel quirked an eyebrow.
“You’re all reading into this too much!” Ebony growled.
“I think you’re hiding something.” Vaggie glowered.
“What, do ya think I’m like...A secret prostitute or something?” Ebony scoffed.
“Uh….” Vaggie froze.
“Well, I’m NOT.” Ebony frowned. “You’re all starting to sound like conspiracy theorists!” Ebony frowned, crossing her arms.
“We’re concerned, Ebony! You spend a lot of time working-It’s unhealthy!” Vaggie argued.
“More like it’s nonya business.” Husk grumbled, making his way downstairs.
“Husker, my good sir~! Welcome back to the land of the awake~!” Alastor greeted.
“Look, what she does is none of your business unless ya have a deal with her.” Husk growled. “Ya know what, show of hands; who has a deal with Ebony?” Husk grumbled.
Alastor brushed his hair out of his face as everyone’s hands dropped, dropping his as Husk facepalmed. “Oh boy, more intrusive people, great….” Husk grumbled.
“Look, is it being paranoid when your friend is doing herself more harm than good?” Vaggie asked.
“Look, if she says she’s fine; leave her the fuck alone. Even if somethin’ were wrong, wouldn’t she have fuckin’ told ya?” Husk grumbled.
A silence fell over the room. “T’ be fair, she wouldn’t cause she doesn’t ask for help when she needs it.” Angel said.
“That doesn’t fuckin’ matter. What matters is that ya respect her choice to not explain anything. She clearly doesn’t want help, and you all need to respect that.” Husk lectured. Everyone nodded.
“Thanks, Husk….” Ebony thanked.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it.” Husk shrugged.
Ebony smiled slightly.
“Breakfast is ready!” Charlie called.
(Timeskip to after it’s been dished out.)
“It’s good, Charlie!” Vaggie complimented. Everyone else hummed in agreement.
Ebony nibbled on a waffle, getting interrupted by her phone vibrating, grabbing Alastor’s attention. Ebony sighed, putting her waffle down and walking to the kitchen.
As Ebony got in the kitchen, she checked the text. “You’re going to be late again, Ebony. Kick it in gear.”
Ebony sighed heavily, texting a response. “IT. IS. 7:00. IN. THE. MORNING. I. AM. EATING. YA KNOW, THAT IMPORTANT THING WE HAVE TO DO TO SURVIVE?!?”
Ebony waited a few moments before getting a notification. “✔️ read; 7:00” Ebony froze.
“Wait. I forgot he has a TV for a head….!!! I may have sealed my fate.” Ebony whimpered. Ebony headed back out to breakfast, putting her phone on silent.
“Everything okay, Eb?” Charlie asked. Ebony nodded.
“Dad being Dad again.” Ebony sighed.
“Haven’t ya talked to him?” Charlie asked sadly.
“Fifteen times now. Still the same answer.” Ebony frowned.
“Well, I-I-I’m sure that he’ll lighten up soon!” Charlie assured.
“Probably not...He has tunnel vision, I swear to heaven….” Ebony slumped, resting her head in her arms.
“Oh……..” Charlie frowned.
Ebony shifted nervously, gaze drifting down. “Something wrong, deer~?” Alastor asked. Ebony jumped, nodding in silent confirmation. Alastor tilted his head in confusion. Ebony shrugged, sadness clear in her eyes. Ebony jumped and yelped, feeling her phone vibrate at an intensity that she didn’t know it could reach. Ebony checked her phone quickly, reading the text in a panic.
“F$#% IT, I’M COMING UP THERE TO GET YOU!!!!!!!!’ Ebony whined as she read the text, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
“Ebony…? Is everything okay…?” Charlie asked. Ebony nodded shakily.
“You’re crying, Boney…” Angel remarked. Ebony wiped the tears away.
“I-I’m fine…!” Ebony sniffled.
Ebony got up, running up to her room to pack her backpack. “Ebony? What’s going on?!” Charlie called. Ebony ran down fifteen minutes later, rushing to the door, shaking violently. Ebony opened the door, going to rush out before running into someone.
“Ebony, what’s-” Charlie started, freezing as she realized who Ebony ran into. Vaggie rushed over to see what scared Charlie, snapping her spear out as she realized who it was.
“What’s got you two frozen like deer in the headlights~?” Alastor asked, sauntering over. Alastor stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of them.
“Radio Demon.” Vox growled.
“Marx.” Alastor insulted.
Vox sighed heavily. “Look, I’m not here to fight; I’m here to collect what belongs to me.” Vox grumbled, looking around at everyone.
“Well, I-I’m sure that it-it’s not here…!” Charlie assured fearfully.
Vox chuckled, confusing everyone. “What’s so funny…?” Charlie asked carefully.
“I’m not looking for an ‘it’, Princess~!” Vox grinned. Ebony whined, hiding behind Alastor.
“Oh, really? Well, I doubt that they’re here…!” Charlie assured. Vox laughed again, Ebony cringing, knowing it wasn’t a happy sound.
“No, no, no, Princess, you misunderstand~! I know who I’m searching for, and I’ve already seen them~!” Vox smiled maliciously. Ebony whined, hiding behind Alastor more.
“Oh? Wh-Who is it…?” Charlie asked.
Vox gestured at Ebony. “The little failure Ink Demon of course~!” Vox grinned. Ebony whimpered, breaking eye contact.
“Oh! Ebony? Okay! Ebony! Vox is here to pick ya up!” Charlie called. Ebony shook her head no.
“Nuh uh!!” Ebony objected.
“Ebony, come on, he just wants to take ya…..Wherever he wants to take ya…!” Charlie smiled nervously. Ebony shook her head violently.
“No!!” Ebony frowned.
“I can handle this, she...gets like this.” Vox’s smile faltered for a moment. Vox cleared his throat before speaking.
“Ven aquí, juguete inútil de una puta.” Vox growled, pointing to his side. Ebony whined, ears pressing to the side of her head at the harsh words. Vox frowned for a moment before returning to his usual smile and Ebony hesitantly walked over.
“I….Actually don’t know about this, Charlie...What he said-it wasn’t a friendly combination of words…!” Vaggie worried.
“It’s fine, Vaggie…!” Charlie waved off. Vaggie’s face was full of worry.
“I-I don’t wanna go….!” Ebony whimpered.
“We can discuss this on the ride back.” Vox growled.
“Y-Yes sir…” Ebony frowned.
“Thanks for giving me her, it is much appreciated~!” Vox bowed, dragging Ebony out by her arm, getting some pained protests from her, door closing behind him.
Ebony was shoved into the car carelessly, Vox sliding in soon after. “Owie…!” Ebony whimpered.
“What the HEAVEN was THAT?!?” Vox snapped as the drive back to the studio started.
“Was what-” Ebony started.
“WHAT HAVE I FUCKING TOLD YOU ABOUT LEAVING THE DAMN STUDIO?!?” Vox yelled. Ebony winced, ears pressing against her head at the loud voice.
“I-I was just-” Ebony started
“ ‘I-I was just-’ SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH THAT HORSESHIT!!!!!!! I KNOW YOU SNUCK OUT ON PURPOSE!!!” Vox yelled.
Ebony whimpered, hugging her legs to her chest, tears starting to trickle out of her eyes. “I-I was just…..I just got restless…” Ebony whimpered.
“SO WHY DIDN’T YOU ASK ONE OF US TO GO OUT WITH YOU?!?” Vox fumed.
“I….I knew you’d say no….” Ebony sniffled.
“SO YOU WENT OUT ANYWAYS?!?!?” Vox hissed.
“I almost didn’t….” Ebony whined.
“BUT NOTE THE ‘ALMOST’!!!!! YOU DISOBEYED A FUCKING DIRECT ORDER!!!!” Vox growled.
“I-I told Velvet....!” Ebony whimpered.
“SHE NEVER FUCKING IS ABLE TO HEAR ANYONE!!!!” Vox barked. Ebony winced, sliding back in her seat.
“I-I’m sorry, sir….” Ebony frowned.
Vox sighed heavily. “You’re gonna have to do some SERIOUS work to get me to forgive you for this.”
Ebony whined, hugging herself tightly. “I….I don’t want to…”
“Well, too bad, so sad, ya don’t get a say in the matter!” Vox growled.
Ebony looked up slightly, seeing that Vox’s frown had been larger than usual. “I……”
“You what?” Vox demanded.
“I just got restless…..” Ebony whined. Vox’s frown grew larger, causing Ebony to push herself further away from him.
“You got restless…? You GOT restless…? YOU GOT RESTLESS?!?!?! THAT DOESN’T MAKE YOUR CASE ANY BETTER!!!!” Vox yelled. Ebony whimpered, curling into herself tighter.
“Besides, everyone there is so nice to me and-” Ebony started
“OH, SO WE’RE NOT ‘NICE’ ENOUGH FOR YOU?!?!?” Vox yelled.
“I just...think that you need to lighten up a bit…!” Ebony bit back meekly.
“No, those...THINGS at that dumb hotel aren’t good for you to be around!!!!” Vox growled.
“AT LEAST THEY’RE BETTER TO BE AROUND THAN YOU!!!!!!” Ebony snapped, ink webs flaring up.
“..............Excuse me?” Vox said, warning her to back off.
“THEY TREAT ME LIKE AN ACTUAL PERSON BACK THERE!!!! THEY DON’T CARE IF I’M THE DAUGHTER OF THE INK DEMON!!!! I’M ME!!! I’M EBONY TO THEM!!! I’M EBONY THE PLUSH DEMON!!! NOT EBONY THE SLUT WHO DOES AS SHE’S TOL-” Ebony started before getting cut off by Vox grabbing her throat tightly.
“Listen here, you little shit, I don’t appreciate you raising your voice at me like that, so I’m gonna dish out your punishment on the way back to the studio.” Vox growled. Ebony whimpered, crossing her legs and pressing her ears against her head as fear coursed through her body.
“P-Please don’t…” Ebony begged. Vox grinned, pinning Ebony’s wrists above her head.
“Sorry sweetheart~! Ya shoulda thought your plan through before executing it~!” Vox purred.
(Timeskip to them arriving at the studio.)
Vox strode to the door, waiting for Ebony to follow suit. Ebony padded over, shaking slightly and eyes filled to the brim with regret and horror. “What’s wrong~? Didn’t enjoy it~?” Vox taunted. Ebony shook her head no.
“I-It was fine, s-si-it was fine, sir…” Ebony stuttered. Vox grinned.
“Good~! Cause if ya get caught sneaking out again, it’s gonna happen again~!” Vox warned. Ebony nodded shakily. Vox opened the door, poking Ebony with his leg, prompting her to head inside.
“VAAAAL, WE’RE BAAACK~!!!” Vox called, following Ebony inside.
“Oh, hey Vox. Hey Ebony! How’d it go?” Velvet greeted.
“O-Oh, heya, Vel…! Everyone was nice…!” Ebony smiled shyly.
“Wait, you HEARD her?!?” Vox gasped.
“Yeah.” Velvet said.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US?!?” Vox yelled.
Velvet sighed, rolling her eyes. “I knew you’d blow up on her. She’s having it rough enough as it is with her parents, Vox.” Velvet frowned.
“Oh, I’m SUUUURE she is.” Vox grumbled.
“Vox, you know they’re trying to FORCE her to keep the family tradition job going, right?” Velvet asked. Vox’s monitor reset a moment.
“They’re...what?” Vox gasped. Velvet’s eyes widened in shock.
“Wait, you didn’t know?” Velvet asked in shock.
“No, I didn’t!” Vox gawked. Vox looked down at Ebony. “Ebony-I’m...so sorry…!” Vox apologized.
“I-It’s fine, Vox, y-you had no way of knowing…” Ebony wheezed.
“Vox. Why does she sound like that?” Velvet asked, anger growing in her voice.
Vox remained silent. “VOX. WHAT DID YOU DO?” Velvet snapped.
“Alright, fine, I fucked her as a punishment for sneaking out!!” Vox barked. Vox crossed his arms. “There, ya happy?”
“Um. NO?!? That’s NOT an okay form of punishment, Vox!!” Velvet snapped.
“So what? She’s fine, she’s not hurt.” Vox chuffed.
“Vox, listen you little shi-” Velvet started.
“Vox, Velvet, sit down.” Val frowned, walking in.
Vox sat down, pulling Ebony down with him, not caring if he hurt her.
“Okay, from the top-what happened?” Val asked.
“Well, your friendly neighborhood slut Ebony decided to sneak off and-” Vox started.
“I WASN’T ASKING YOU, VOX.” Val growled. Vox shut up immediately. “Ebony, dearest, what happened today~?” Val asked, voice dripping with fake sympathy. Ebony whined, seeing the smirk on Vox’s face.
“We-Well, sir, I snuck out to the hotel again last night an-an-and then Dad asked me to come by the theater for work and then I couldn’t go up because anxiety hit, and then I went back to the hotel and Vox came by and picked me up and fu-” Ebony started before Vox slid over, shoving his hand over her mouth and holding her in place with the other.
“-AND I found you and helped you get back here! RIGHT, EBONY?” Vox grimaced. Ebony nodded.
“I can tell from her crooked hoodie that something happened before she came back.” Val frowned.
“..........” Vox frowned.
“Vox, please say you didn’t.” Val sighed.
Vox was dead silent. Val sighed heavily, facepalming. “Vox, you CAN’T do that every time she misbehaves…! It’ll stop having the effect on her after a while…!” Val groaned.
“What do you want me to do, mind control her or something?!?” Vox snapped. The room was filled with dead silence.
“...............................................................” Val was dead silent.
“I can tell by the dead silence that that’s not what you wan-” Vox started.
“No no, that may actually be a good solution.” Val interjected.
Ebony whimpered, shrinking away from Vox. “Well, I mean if ya don’t mind holding her down, I could do it right now if ya want.” Vox shrugged nonchalantly.
“Alright.” Val got up, gently grabbing Ebony and holding her back. Ebony yelped, struggling to get out of his grip. “Stop moving, dear~! You’ll only make this harder on yourself~!” Val hummed.
“N-No, lemme go…!!!” Ebony whimpered. Vox stood in front of Ebony, crouching down to her height.
“Okay, kiddo, look me in the eyes, alright?” Vox asked gently. Ebony shut her eyes tightly, nodding no violently. Vox frowned, sighing heavily. “Kid, you ain’t making this any easier.” Vox frowned.
“I don’t care…!!” Ebony peeped. Vox frowned, grabbing her muzzle and forcing her to look him dead in the eyes. Ebony kept her eyes shut tightly. Vox frowned deeper and sighed, going to rub her ears, knowing that’d get her to open her eyes. Ebony fought hard to not open her eyes, but it was futile, as she opened them anyways.
As soon as Ebony’s eyes were open, Vox activated his spiral eye, drawing Ebony’s attention with it and slowly using his mind control abilities on her. “Keep looking me in the eye, thaaat’s right, good girl…” Vox mumbled under his breath. Ebony tried breaking from Vox’s grip, but he tightened it, not letting go.
“No….I don’t…...Want……” Ebony said tiredly.
“I know, hush...It’s okay...You can trust me...Hush...this is nothing to panic over...This is for your own good…” Vox hummed. Ebony blinked, keeping her eyes shut and Vox went back to petting her ears, getting her eyes open again. “Stop resisting, dammit!!” Vox sighed, frustrated.
“No, I’m not….a puppet….” Ebony zoned out a moment before shaking her head as well as she could.
“Hold still. Ignore everything but my voice and eye, okay?” Vox instructed carefully.
“I…….no…..I won’t….!” Ebony objected half-heartedly.
“Hush…..It’s useless to resist, just listen to my voice and focus on my eye and everything will be okay…” Vox hummed. Ebony slowly started spacing out as she slowly got drawn in. She just wanted it to be over. She blinked again. “I SWEAR TO LUCIFER, IF YOU DON’T STOP-” Vox started.
“Patience, Vox. Just have some patience~!” Val hummed. Vox sighed.
“Kid, look in my eye and DON’T blink.” Vox instructed. Ebony tried escaping, but it was fruitless.
“No….I don’t want this….!!!” Ebony objected.
“Hush….Don’t fight, it’ll be alright….” Vox hummed. Ebony’s eyelids drooped slightly as she slowly gave in. “That’s right, good girl….~!” Vox smirked.
Ebony was about to give in before realization hit and she shook her head again, snapping out of it.
“HEY!!!” Vox growled. Ebony wriggled out of Val’s grip, running off to a back room, shutting and locking the door behind her. Ebony gasped for air, lungs burning from the sudden physical activity. Ebony pulled her Hellphone out, dialing an emergency number that she never called.
(Elsewhere.)
A phone rang in the Magne household, getting picked up fairly quickly. “Hello? Magne residence, this is Lucifer speaking!” Lucifer greeted.
“Luci, I-I-I-I-I nee-I need he-I need help…!” Ebony hiccuped. Lucifer’s eyes widened, shock striking him.
“Ebony, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Lucifer asked gently. Lucifer’s worry was increased when he heard Ebony sniffle on the other side of the phone.
“I just wanted to get out of the studio for a bit…” Ebony whimpered. Lucifer frowned.
“Ebony, I’m not mad, but...who came to take you back?” Lucifer asked gently.
“I-I-I-I-I-I dunno...I don’t want him to be mad at me…!” Ebony sniffled.
“If he does get mad, I won’t let him near you.” Lucifer promised.
“But what if he-” Ebony started.
“But NOTHING, Ebony. Do you need me there?” Lucifer asked sternly.
“I….” Ebony trailed off. Ebony jumped as she heard multiple doors being opened then slammed shut. “Y-Yes…!!” Ebony peeped quietly.
“Alright. I will be there soon, sit tight, don’t do anything dumb, and stay calm.” Lucifer explained. Ebony nodded. “Now, is there somewhere you can hide in that room?” Lucifer asked.
“Uh…” Ebony looked around the room. “Well, there’s a vent...A bed...And a wardrobe…” Ebony hiccuped.
“Vent. Go into the vent. Even if one of them finds you, they’re far too large to fit in there.” Lucifer instructed. “I’ll be there in about five minutes.” Lucifer said.
Ebony took the vent grate off quietly, climbing in and shutting herself in. After saying goodbye and saying what room she was hiding in, Ebony hung up, keeping herself in dead silence.
“Charlie! I’m heading out!” Lucifer called.
“Huh? What’s the matter, dad? Something come up?” Charlie asked.
“Ebony’s in trouble and I’m going after her.” Lucifer said.
“Oh dear! Can I help?!” Charlie asked.
“No. from the fear in her tone, I don’t want to risk you getting hurt.” Lucifer declined.
“Well...Okay Dad...Be careful, okay?” Charlie requested.
“I always am~!” Lucifer winked, walking out the front door.
(With Ebony)
Ebony shuddered as the air conditioning turned on. She hoped Lucifer would get here soon. She didn’t wanna imagine what Vox would do to her when he caught her!
“*And you’re sure this is the last room?*” A muffled voice asked outside the room.
“*Positive. It’s the only room we haven’t checked.*” Came another voice.
Ebony gulped nervously, staying as far away from the light as possible.
“*Knock knock~! We’re comin’ in~!*” Vox called. Ebony backed away further.
“*Surpriii-Val. WHERE IS SHE?*” Vox harshly asked.
“She should be in here!” Valentino grumbled.
“So why ISN’T she in here?!?” Vox snapped.
“Vox, calm down, we just need to search for her!” Valentino assured.
“Okay, fine.” Vox grumbled, searching the room.
Ebony checked her Hellphone for the time; it had been about five minutes, so where was Lucifer?!
“I see something in the vent!!” Vox called out. Ebony panicked, shutting her phone off. Why couldn’t she have remembered that her Hellphone screen emitted light?! She made SUCH a rookie mistake!! Ebony was jolted out of her thoughts by getting zapped by electricity.
“Ow!!” Ebony yelped, jolting upright. Ebony looked down. As she looked down, she realized that Vox was shocking the WHOLE VENT. He was trying to shock her out of hiding.
“Come on, Eby~! I just wanna talk~!” Vox called. Ebony whined, trying to stay in the vent as long as possible. As time went on, the shocks kept getting stronger and stronger. Ebony couldn’t stay in any longer. She HAD to bail. She couldn’t risk poofing and letting Vox get his hands on her. Ebony tumbled out, almost collapsing on the floor where she landed.
“If it ain’t the pathetic puppy~!” Vox teased. Ebony whimpered as he picked her up by the scruff of her neck. “What were ya hiding from me for~? Scared I might hurt ya~?” Vox teased.
“I...Vox...I…” Ebony wheezed. Ebony’s vision started to go blurry. She wanted to poof. She wanted SO BADLY to poof so she could rest...She just wanted to rest…
“Put the Plushie down, VOX.” A voice commanded. Vox laughed mockingly.
“Oh yeah~? Or what~?” Vox mocked, not turning around.
“Just try and find out.” They growled. Vox mocked them, slowly turning around.
“You and what-LUCIFER?!?” Vox gasped.
“As I requested; PUT. HER. DOWN. NOW.” Lucifer ordered.
Vox shakily put her down before shaking himself out of it and grabbing her hand before she could run away, holding her up off the ground. “So what~? She’s just a plushie~! A toy~! She’s meant to be played around with~! Besides, why do YOU care~?” Vox taunted.
Lucifer looked at Ebony’s arm, noticing it was already slowly reverting to plushie form. He had to work fast. “Vox, put her down, I won’t ask again.” Lucifer growled.
Vox shrugged with little care of if it hurt Ebony. “Come on now, Lucifer~! Ya know she’s only good for one thing~!” Vox hummed.
Lucifer shuddered. Why did Ebony ALWAYS find the crazies?! “Last warning, Vox. Put her down.” Lucifer warned.
“Well, sure thing~!” Vox said putting Ebony down. As Lucifer sighed in relief, Vox grabbed Ebony’s torso with both hands, squeezing as hard as he could until she poofed into Plushie form. Lucifer frowned, summoning a portal under Ebony to gently put her on the ground next to him.
“We’ll be leaving now. Good day.” Lucifer growled, picking Ebony up like he would Charlie when she was a baby and turning and leaving.
(At the Magne household.)
Charlie paced nervously in the living room, waiting for Lucifer to get back. She was startled out of her thoughts by a sudden thunderstrike. She hoped he was okay...This was gonna be one of the worst storms they’ve seen in ages. Getting caught in it meant severe harm if not final death! The front door opened and Charlie rushed over, finding a soaking wet Lucifer holding a plush that looked suspiciously like- “Ebony…?” Charlie asked shakily.
Lucifer gently put her down on a pillow, going to take his coat and boots off. “She got hurt. We’ve got to keep a close eye on her until she reforms.” Lucifer informed.
“How long will that be?!” Charlie asked, concerned.
Lucifer shrugged, sitting next to the pillow Ebony was laid on. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen a Plush Demon poof in ages…” Lucifer trailed off.
“Wait, there’s more than just her?!” Charlie gasped. Lucifer nodded solemnly.
“But we don’t speak of them.” Lucifer shut down.
Lucifer looked at Ebony, frowning slightly. “Is she gonna be okay…?” Charlie asked.
“I...I don’t know, Charlie...I’m hoping she will be, but I honestly don’t know…” Lucifer shook his head.
“I...Well, Ebony’s strong! She can do this, dad!” Charlie smiled slightly.
“Charlie, dearest, normally your optimism is wonderful, but right now, it is misleading. She was poofed by an Overlord-one of the STRONGEST Overlords, at that! If she doesn’t sustain physical injuries, I’m certain she’ll sustain MENTAL ones.” Lucifer frowned.
“Dad…” Charlie’s smile dropped slightly.
“She may have a strong will, but if said strong will is beaten down enough,” Lucifer started, scowling. “It can shatter and be as useful as a blazing fire extinguisher.” Lucifer lamented. Charlie frowned, worry starting to form in her mind.
“Hmm...How could we help her?” Charlie asked.
“Do you know that heating pad we keep in the downstairs bathroom in the cupboard?” Lucifer asked. Charlie nodded. “Go grab it for me, please. I could at least try to keep her warm.” Lucifer requested.
“Of course!” Charlie nodded, hurrying to go grab it.
While waiting for Charlie to return, Lucifer absentmindedly started petting Ebony. “You know, Ebony, I worry about you...You’ve been through so much with Tricks, your mother and father, your jobs, even your bosses and yourself…! I worry that someday you’ll get poofed for good and we won’t be able to help you in time…” Lucifer admitted. Lucifer sighed.
“I...Feel like you’re like the...Daughter I never had, Eby...I don’t want you hurt, but I also don’t want to be overbearing…” Lucifer admitted, shuffling his feet slightly. He chuckled, shaking his head.
“It feels silly...I wish I could just...Take you away from everything, your father, your mother, and just...Help you have a proper family…! Charlie tells me that she feels like you’re her little sister and that you make her happy when you’re happy…!” Lucifer smiled softly.
“ ‘Ebony’s a good friend!’ she says…! ‘I wish I was her older sister!’ she wishes…! She knows you go through so much drama in life and wants to help you, but…” Lucifer trailed off. Charlie started coming back with the heating back, stopping when she heard Lucifer talking.
“I can’t help but feel…...Responsible, for allowing your parents to become Overlords...Because of them, you’re constantly compared to being a potential future Overlord, you’re constantly compared to them when you’re just as good if not BETTER than them…! It’s not fair to you...And I allowed them to be Overlords…” Lucifer frowned.
“I got it, Dad!” Charlie called. Lucifer jumped.
“Charlie! You scared me!” Lucifer chuckled quietly.
“Sorry dad!” Charlie apologized, handing it over. Lucifer grabbed it, plugging it in and placing Ebony on it with a small blanket. “What now?” Charlie asked.
“We sit,” Lucifer started, sitting back. “And hope, dream, and pray for the best.”
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Dawn and Twilight’s Social Media Accounts
Kuya
@NevermoreButSnore.
1230 followers.
Yes, I copied Edgar Allan Poe. Yes, I’m not sorry about the rhyme. Or calling him out.
Not that he really cares.
Insists that he is a headcanon creator on Twitter
Everyone who follows him knows that he is lying.
If we really had to classify him as a writer, it would one who posts those way-too-accurate posts about writers complaining about writing.
Like the notebook hoarding one. Not that anyone here in the fandom is guilty of that, haha... haha... ha.
Ironically is one of the more popular ones out of the whole group.
His flat responses and laziness are way too prominent to NOT be noticed.
If you actually tentatively sneak into his DMs though, for writing tips, he will patiently listen and... rather bluntly advise you.
It’s still advice though and is always the type to check out and reblog any short fanfics.
It just has to be weird, sporadic hours because he is the type to fall asleep with the phone on his face.
Koga Kitamikado
1230 followers.
@CapitalKayKay
Listen, there is a reason why a lot of successful businesses chose Instagram as their social media so Koga is no exception.
What makes his account stand out, as you can see from his rather cheeky username, is that he is willing to be an open book.
So he isn’t constantly shoving down any products he is sponsoring or whatever piece he is endorsing.
It’s more of genuinely wanting to hang out and explore what the world has to offer.
Whenever he posts a picture of the gang together, he’s the one tagging all of them, even the ones with hard usernames.
And there’s always a nice comment thanking whoever hosted the fun time or being appreciative of the area and the locals.
It helps that he has a sense of humour so the memes are always just the right amount of teasing but nothing too bad that will deter potential clients.
Because of his down-to-earth nature, he reels everyone in.
Uses the space to invite everyone following him on any celebration/casual outing.
The thing is... he has a lot of followers.
So... good luck.
Aoi
1150 followers.
@DeredArtTooTsun
Look, even he knows he is a Tsundere. It’s a small victory getting him to acknowledge that, let alone use it to brand himself here.
But god, he’s the man I’m most jealous of on Tumblr.
PERFECT BULLET JOURNALS AND SKETCHES.
Got the spreads that literally define ‘aesthetic’, a perfect lineup of art materials even with pencils that have their numbers faded, and somehow, the emotions can pass through the paper and screen.
Even does tutorials on perspectives, positions with cute annotations. Just don’t praise them for being adorable though and focus on improving your skills, dummy.
Ironically though, it’s his mindless vents that get the most number of notes.
It helps that the pics include him, a very cute... I mean... manly boy screaming at very, very hot men.
A bit baffled but whatever it takes to get commissions.
That’s right, he takes them. At least there is a back-up option should the restaurant ever go out of business.
Spoiler Alert: Still doesn’t get paid as much. People, have you seen the number of talented artists here? Aoi might be in the rankings but it’s still hard attracting business.
Support your fandom artists, everyone!
Ginnojo
1000 followers. Just nice.
Ginnojoz
Poor grandpa didn’t intend to put that extra ‘z’ letter, it was a typo because scales don’t get along with haptic touch.
And unfortunately, doesn’t understand how to change it.
Once, he was huge on Vine before it died. The end of an era that he has to witness again. RIP.
Gin-Gin, it is RIGHT. THERE.
Expect to find his super short self-defence videos and Book Club Readings on YouTube.
Girls actually appreciate his instructions and attempts to provide help even if they are alone.
He did try to respond to the nice ones and actually succeeds.
It’s always easier getting to know the language of women when you don’t really see/touch them.
A deep baritone is perfect for some sexy excerpt of a historical novel...
Until he corrects the setting.
In fact, he sometimes rage-quits and rewrites it.
Unlike Kuya, him doing those established ideas actually catches on.
Yura and Gaku
1500 followers.
MelodyandTheBeat.
... Tik-tokers. Tik-Tok people?
WTH do you call them?
As you can see, they are the most popular since it’s combined stardom.
Look, their covers and music mixes are beautiful.
They always have their own version that somehow combines traditional Japanese music... with k-pop.
And of course, food porn.
Just be grateful there isn’t that awful squelching sound you hear when you consume jelly or the breaking of chilli seeds.
Listen, I usually separate them because it’s never nice to be grouped as having the same activity as your twin.
But in this case, being both equally beautiful AND talented sells their uploads.
Even the cringy ones made because Yura is such a Luddite.
Like just turning his head and being amazed his hair can turn so many colours, being impressed with each tilt until he gets to a black shade.
Suddenly hurls the phone away. Gee, wonder why? Guess black isn’t the new... black for him?
Gaku sometimes even introduces new filters he created based on Yura’s random requests that strangely get circulated on the site.
Oji
550 followers all know Oji-Sanz
Unlike Ginnojo, he deliberately adds the ‘z’ letter to sound cool.
You wanna know what’s worse?
He actually uses Facebook.
Aoi decides to give up on him. Nobody blames the poor student.
It’s apparently some old form of social media? Never used it, no sirree.
Always changing his relationship status but at the end of the day, he’s single and ready...
To post about all the lovely ladies destined to enter his restaurant.
He thinks it’s great publicity.
It really isn’t but one good thing about Oji is he includes EVERYONE.
This man respects his customers and always helps advertise their wares, especially if their connections lead to more resources.
And less grocery shopping on his part.
Does post the recipes he and Aoi created but will never use because the Milk Hall had a certain style to follow.
Officially makes Aoi his son... on Facebook at least.
Aoi now tolerates the account.
Barely.
Toichiro Yuri
WhatheMeSay has 1231 followers!
In your face @CapitalKayKay and @NevermorebutSnore!!
You know, I’m so glad that there aren’t any users with those names because I’d be so scared of accidentally tagging them.
Also, geddit? Because... What the fox say?
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding... yeah, I’ll stop.
Pinterest Guy. And actually does spend on his ‘hobby’ to show off to everyone.
It does boost you and your father’s sales so there is nothing to complain about.
His boards are always alliterated just to sound super catchy and it works so long as he gets the right emoji.
Kabuki plays better be promoted or else.
Filled with candid pictures of his victims all taken at different angles you didn’t know were possible and in varying degrees of hilariously misunderstood positions.
He even supplies a donation link, heavily leveraged by his followers, since there are incentives tied to it like early access.
A bit suspicious the photos look like cropped out parts from Koga’s posts and some of the text resembles Kuya’s... er... wisdom?
He takes an unholy amount of selfies when he thinks no one is looking and so they are always surprised upon finding them on the Selfie Board.
There is a locked board that no one can access, even his followers who are his comrades in real life.
It’s actually just one picture in there.
It’s you smiling and giggling at a joke of his. Not even you know it’s been taken. Guess he is as soft as his fur, eh? He better come out soon or else.
Kuro
Kuroruohtumbling
Ginnojo is unfortunately just old enough to have grown up with Scooby-Doo to understand the reference.
Snapchat, like a snapping snake! Hiss!
Unironically loves the puppy face.
Ok, but the glimpses of his stunts help show snippets of the circus life.
He and his whole troupe family will even don costumes best suited for certain filters.
Sometimes ropes in Ginnojo... and by sometimes, I mean enough for everyone to start wondering if the stoic man is part of the act.
To be fair, he randomly hugs people and ranks them here.
You, of course, were number 1.
Now, if only he didn’t use the bloody song to announce it but you forgive him.
Maybe even risks revealing his ayakashi form before deleting the message to you.
Loves making international fans and learning various languages through each post, sort of like flashcards but animated and more fun!
And with 1200 followers, he might become a polyglot like Koga.
Shizuki
Everyone bans him from creating one.
Because they know the power of his roasts is too great.
Little do they know he goes undercover.
Underground.
And under their noses.
That’s right. His rant town on... MySpace.
Unapologetically uses a good chunk of his salary from serving the House of Yuri just to get nifty themes that help with the whole burning process.
Look, there’s a reason he and Oji are friends.
This is why.
Their taste in women seems fine but we really have got to do something about their affinity towards DEAD PLACES.
To be fair, he made the whole thing drunk but that doesn’t mean he should maintain it SOBER.
He just feels that it is a waste of space if he doesn’t utilize it.
And it also becomes kind of cathartic. From the intrusive hugs to his master and Sir Gaku irking each other to no end, he needs it.
Zero followers... but only because it’s super private.
It becomes 1 the moment you jokingly create an account.
#ayakashi romance reborn#ayakashi rr#ayakashi aoi#Ayakashi: Romance Reborn#AyakashiRR#ayakashi ginnojo#ayakashi kuro#arr kuro#kuya#gaku#ayakashi kuya#kuro#arr kuya#kuya the tengu#ayakashi koga#koga kitamikado#arr koga#toichiro yuri#arr toichiro#ayakashi toichiro#toichiro the kitsune#arr shizuki#shizuki#ayakashi shizuki#arr aoi#aoi#ginnojo#ayakashi oji#arr ginnojo#Oji
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Blank Space - Episode 1.
Okay, here’s the first episode of the thing I wrote.
Episode 1 - Hold Up
''Hold Up, they don't love you like I love you.''
On the outskirts of the town of Caernarfon in North Wales there was a little farm that belonged to a Aloisius and Helen Ward-Prowse a lovely couple that had made a living out of selling sheep's wool. Around their lovely house there were pictures of two raven haired children: tall and muscular yet inexpressive Clint, and Amanda, the lively and expressive girl that was slowly becoming a grown woman.
Amanda Ward-Prowse was the darling of his parents and the soft spot of her strong and mighty brother. But it wasn't as if she needed protecting. as she could take care of herself perfectly well. Sometimes she was more intimidating than her rugby player brother.
At 25, Amanda was an accomplished actress that could presume of having moderate success as in many Shakespeare plays but still hadn't had the chance of doing something big with her acting career. That's why she had decided to start from the bottom and audition for a place at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts, in London.
She had come a long way from starring in her school plays or the summer lessons at the prestigious Cardiff College of Music and Drama, even starring in many plays at the Shakespeare's Globe and small roles in British TV shows or soap operas.
But her first important role had come from the Royal Shakespeare Company that offered her one of the main roles in a production of Richard III. That's how she ended up on the stage of the dreamy Royal Shakespeare Theatre. And to that, several productions followed, peaking in a version of Macbeth starring none other than Ian McKellen. Amanda had got dazzling reviews with her performance as Lady Macbeth and reviewers were asking when she'd finally have her big break.
One year later, she was still waiting for it while preparing a series of complicated auditions to one of the most prestigious drama schools in the world.
It was currently July and Amanda was facing the biggest challenge of her career yet: the final audition.
On that warm summer night, Amanda and her best friend Taylor Bevan were just planning the schedule for the next days. Taylor had been her right hand since their school days. From the days Taylor kept saying that she was going to be Amanda's agent when they grew up.
They were both sitting on the bed at Amanda's bedroom. This place had changed little since she was a kid. The walls were covered with pictures of herself at different plays, with the animals of the farm, of that time she had won the Caernarfon Junior Challenge of Chopping wood with an axe (she still kept the trophy among the ones she had got from acting) and the picture with Sir Ian McKellen. The only different picture there, was of Amanda's favourite actor since 2013: Sebastian Stan. His picture was between one of Amanda playing Lady Macbeth and another of herself hugging one of her cats.
She had an unhealthy obsession with Sebastian in a particular way. She had fan accounts dedicated to him even though she never lusted over him on the Internet (maybe a couple of thirst tweets but that was all). She just tagged him in some posts on Instragram from time to time, captioned with sweet words telling him how much he meant to her. Also, she had never been one of those people who sent hate to any of his former girlfriends even though she had been jealous as hell and she couldn't help it. She had just wanted to grab the axe and kill a bitch. But those thoughts were never expressed out loud. She smiled thru the pain and went on with her life. And she wasn't damaging anyone. Well, maybe herself. God be praised that the guy was single now.
Taylor knew about that even though Amanda hardly ever talked about it. Sometimes she wondered if it was sane for Amanda to be so attached to a guy so unattainable but then... she had the weird feeling that Sebastian Stan wasn't so impossible for Amanda Ward-Prowse. She had worked with people like Ian McKellen before, working with Sebastian Stan someday wasn't at all impossible.
Amanda was rereading the lines of her monologue for the thousandth time with one of her cats curling on her chest. She had decided to play it safe and had chosen a piece of Lady Macbeth, a role that she had done many times before under more stressful circumstances.
''Take that furry thing out of the bed, he's shedding black fur all over it.'' Taylor grunted. ''Which one is this, by the way?''
''Sir Frances Drake'' Amanda cuddled the black cat closer to her chest. ''Really, Taylor. You almost live at this house and you don't know the names of the cats?'' she rolled her eyes. ''Tay, can you take a look at my Twitter and see if I have any notifications?''
''Your twitter is basically a fan account by now. If you make it to the RADA you'll have to change it.''
''I was planning to have a stage name. Something more impressive than Amanda Ward-Prowse.'' she went on reading the monologue.
In Taylor's opinion that was a complete waste of time. Who needed silly social media when she was about to have the most important audition of her life? And the only notification she could have was someone informing the breaking news that Sebastian Stan had eaten a sandwich or something of the sort.
And she was partially right. But the news had nothing to do with sandwiches at all. They were more like Sebastian Stan having a date with some mystery woman. For the twits that Taylor could read, there were hundreds of young women thinking that this was an absolute catastrophe. Taylor wanted to laugh. How could they be so silly? It wasn't as if they could date the guy themselves any time soon.
Her expression changed when she remembered that Amanda was one of those people who was going to mourn the fact that Sebastian Stan had a girlfriend.
''Why do you have that face?'' Amanda asked with a bit of suspicion.
''Nothing''.
Unfortunately Taylor couldn't act or lie decently. Amanda took the phone out of her hands and glanced at the screen.
Taylor got ready for any dramatic outburst Amanda may have but it never came. Taylor wondered what was happening.
''So, are you going to say something?''
''No, why?'' Amanda looked genuinely confused.
''I mean, your celebrity crush has a girlfriend...''
''And?'' Amanda's voice wasn't even harsh or resigned. It was just indifferent. ''Are you taking me as one of those people who send hate or believe that they may have a chance with him. Let's be realistic, Taylor. That's never going to happen. Now, I have to focus in the audition if I want to succeed in something.''
This was so unlike Amanda that it scared Taylor a little. Where was the obsessive and attached Amanda? Maybe she was too absorbed in nailing her audition.
''This doesn't sound like you. I thought you were part of the 'Let me have your children, Sebastian' club.''
Amanda let the script apart and looked at her friend.
''Really, Taylor? You think that low of me? I'm a professional actress that worked with Ian McKellen. Do you think my biggest concern in this life is having Sebastian Stan's children? Not that I could, even if I wanted to.'' she added.
Taylor wanted to punch herself in the face. She was scared that she had said something insensible.
''I'm sorry for that. Sometimes I forget because you speak so lightly about your own body that no one can't take you seriously.''
''Because there's nothing wrong with it. We all should all be proud of our bodies.''
And there was no doubt that Amanda was proud of hers. She loved her pitch black hair, the stunning pair of deep blue eyes (that in a certain angle looked purple), her tiny waist and long legs.
''Yeah, but remember that not everyone looks like you. Your legs age longer than half of my body. Empathy was never your strength, Amanda.''
She just shrugged her shoulders and looked at the time.
''It's ten. We should go to bed. We have a long day tomorrow.''
''Just rest. Don't stay up too late watching Doctor Who, Sherlock, Torchwood or any of those shows you like.''
''I won't'' and Amanda was telling the truth.
Whenever Taylor wanted to stay at the Ward-Prowse house she used Amanda's brother's old room. Clint had moved to Cardiff two years ago, he had a wife and played for Cardiff's top rugby team. It seemed that the Ward-Prowse siblings couldn't conform with a normal life and a normal job, they always had to be in the spotlight.
''Okay, we leave tomorrow at six. Please Amanda, don't look hangover.''
''Who cares if I do? The audition is not tomorrow. And London is full of people with killer hangovers, I won't be the exception.''
''Whatever'' Taylor left, leaving Amanda alone.
Amanda made sure that Taylor was not coming back, grabbed a pillow and threw it at the picture of Sebastian Stan she had on the wall.
''You... bloody idiot!'' she hissed. She knew she had no absolute right of reacting like this but... she was alone in her room where she could vent out her emotions. ''You were better single why the hell would you need a girlfriend. You killed the magic!''
And it was true. The whole fun of having celebrity crushes was to try to reach the unreachable and making stupid dreams inside your head that were never going to happen. But with a freaking girlfriend in the middle, it was just not the same. Except that if she, Amanda, were the girlfriend.
But unfortunately she wasn't. She was stuck in Caernarfon, talking to a picture of him.
''Why I have to be so idiotic?'' she buried his face in the pillow for a little while. ''Just stop with the bullshit, Ward-Prowse. You have a bright future, who cares about Sebastian Stan.''
Then she imagined him dating a little nobody, even less known than she was and her blood boiled. Yes, she could accept him dating Emma Watson or Hayley Atwell or a Victoria's Secret angel. But a nobody? Hell, no.
Of course she wasn't entitled to an opinion and she wasn't going to say it out loud anyway. This rant was between her and her room walls. It was useless but who on earth cared.
She went to Youtube to watch Beyonce's Hold Up music video. It featured Beyonce with a baseball bat hitting things while singing lyrics like 'What's worse, looking jealous or crazy, jealous or crazy?' .
Well, she was both. And also ashamed of herself for pulling this stunt even though no one was there to see it.
She kept the song on repeat until she fell asleep. Or maybe she never fell asleep and all the weird stuff that was into her head weren't dreams.
Taylor found her at five a.m half asleep and half awake, looking like a zombie. When Amanda noticed her presence she immediately turned off the music. If Taylor found out that Amanda had been listening to Beyonce, she was going to guess what was happening in two seconds. And that was embarrassing as hell.
''I just couldn't sleep. I'm nervous'' she normally hated to admit that she was nervous. But it was better than to admit that she had spent the whole night being a jealous ass bitch. ''I was just listening to some Coldplay. They always calm me down.''
Seconds later Amanda's mum showed up.
''Clint just called me. He has some food to give you before you take the train to London.''
''We're saved'' said Amanda. ''I really didn't want to eat some cheap cookies from the store. Lila may be a local but at least she can cook'' Lila was Clint's wife, a nice simple girl that Amanda considered a local. In her opinion, the dazzling Clint Ward-Prowse deserved better. But of course she had never voiced her opinions out loud.
''Don't call Lila a local'' her mother reprimanded her. ''Just because she doesn't have the same ambitions as you, doesn't make her less of a person. You have too much to learn...'' she added when she saw Amanda rolling her eyes. ''Not everyone wants to be a film star and win BAFTAs and cover British Vogue, Amanda.''
But Amanda wasn't listening. She had her mind somewhere else. What if Sebastian Stan's new girlfriend was a similar version of Lila? No, please, no. Anything but a local, please Sebastian, don't be an idiot.
''Amanda!'' Taylor yelled. ''We have to leave.''
Amanda's parents drove them to the station and they immediately caught a train to Cardiff.
Cardiff was Amanda's second home. She had stayed there countless of time while attending special drama lessons at the Royal Academy of Music and Drama there. Also, Doctor Who was filmed there and once she had been lucky enough to score a little role in an episode. It was just a couple of lines for one scene but she had met Matt Smith and Karen Gillan that day.
In the train, she was swearing to herself that one day she'll be in Cadiff filming Doctor Who again but this time she'd be the Doctor. Fourteenth or Fifteenth Doctor was good to her.
Though the window she glanced at the familiar outline of the city of Cardiff. She smiled, forgetting about bloody Sebastian Stan or her ambitions for a second.
Sooner than she had wanted, they got to the train station. She immediately spotted Clint standing at the platform.
''Manda! Looking so happy, as always.'' he said with sarcasm, noticing Amanda's expression.
''She didn't sleep'' added Taylor, blushing a little. Yes, she had a boyfriend and he had a wife but Clint Ward-Prowse was still bloody gorgeous. She was a bit taller than his sister and with a thicker complexion. He had the same pitch black hair as Amanda. The main difference between them were the eye colour. Amanda's eyes were dark blue while Clint's icy blue.
''Typical Amanda. Were you watching Doctor Who or Sherlock?''
''Any of them. And I slept for a couple of hours.'' she lied. Of course that she was not going to admit that she had spent the night listening to Beyonce.
''Whatever'' he rolled his eyes. ''Lila send you this. She couldn't come, for some reason.'' he said with sarcasm. Of course that he was aware the sisters in law weren't the best friends on earth. They were just too different to agree on anything.
They all knew that Lila hadn't made that handmade cookies to Amanda. They were for Taylor, who in Lila's eyes was a much normal and decent person than her sister in law.
But Clint was never in a million years going to side against his little sister. Amanda had been the jewel of the family since she was born and this was not going to change.
''We have to leave.'' she hugged her brother tightly. Next time you see me I'll be a RADA alumni. Keep the faith.''
''I'll never lose faith in you. You're the star of the family. Now go. Bye Taylor, take care of her.''
''Of course.''
Clint had always been overprotective of Amanda. When they were kids he was her personal bodyguard. He was never going to stop caring about his little sister.
''Amanda, this is the first step to stardom, don't forget it.''
She smiled with confidence before getting lost into the crowd.
P.S. Here we have Amanda being the dramatic fuck she is.
#sebastian stan#sebastian stan fanfiction#sebastian stan imagine#marvel#mcu#what the hell i'm doing with my life#bucky barnes#seb is my sunshine
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Rewatch 104: Raising Hell
We’re out of the introduction section of season one. By now, the audience (and Clary) should be used to the Shadow World being a thing and have some notion of how the mechanics work. All the basic background has been explained, so now we dive into the plot.
Also, Magnus Bane.
Teaser
Once again, Clary’s worry and love for Simon are used in benefit of exploring male characters and not her. This time, it’s Jace who overhears Clary talking to her best friend and feels jealous. Then, it’s Simon who is bitter over being soft rejected again. Can’t we focus on Clary when talking about her feelings?
Anyway, Simon doesn’t trust Jace, but Clary does. After all, Jace saved their lives. He also put Clary at the mercy of a creepy vampire without her consent or knowledge. But, hey, if Simon can think Camille is hot after she sexually assaulted him, Clary can have the hots for Jace. Equal opportunity.
Clary wants to exchange the Mortal Cup for her mother. She says this after days of everyone she met telling her that Valentine cannot, in any way, shape, or form, put his hands on the Mortal Cup or everyone will suffer. Why am I supposed to root for her? I’m actively rooting against Clary getting the Cup. Very against it if her goal is to give it to Valentine.
That said, Clary and Simon brainstorming works well. Smart kids are smart.
Also, Simon’s hallucinations are creepy by the right amount.
Act One
These little Clace moments are funny to watch. I like that it’s the girl walking into the semi-naked guy and not the other way around.
Oh, yes. Magnus Bane is very powerful. He’s also the High Warlock. Why didn’t you go straight to him again? Also, Jace, being a bitch about Clary’s best friend won’t make her warm up to you, no matter how jealous of Simon you are.
I have some questions: does Jace know that Clary wants to exchange the Mortal Cup for her mother? Does he care? Would he let her do it? Is he using her quest to save her mother to get to the Cup?
“Considering I’m the guy with the weapons, I pretty much get to say what I want.” Jace really has the most atrocious lines.
Too bad nobody asks Simon what freaked him out so much. He was fine just minutes before and now he’s acting like that out of fear. If only someone – okay, he’d only respond to Clary – if Clary had asked him why the sudden attitude change, he might have explained about the hallucination and Jace could’ve explained it’s a side-effect of the blood he drunk.
Magnus is over 300yo (I’m tagging all references on Magnus’ age). He also gets his own introduction – for the benefit of the audience, of course, because nothing justifies the Lightwoods knowing nothing about the High Warlock of Brooklyn.
Just like with the vamps, the show takes this opportunity to talk about warlocks in general: they take payment for services rendered, they are immortal, they- that’s it. All one needs to know. We will get a hint at Warlock Marks in Act Three, though.
Funny how Alec is the only one that ignores Magnus’ bad reputation and treats Magnus as a person, not an irresponsible slut. Izzy thinks Magnus would care more about a party than his people’s safety, Jace is quick to make remarks about Magnus’ love life for Clary’s amusement, and Hodge outright calls Magnus a greedy hedonist. Alec, however, doesn’t think Magnus would go to a party with Valentine out there. He is right: Magnus goes to meet with Clary, someone he cares about.
I’m still not over how ridiculous it is that Valentine’s base is in Chernobyl. Or how bad these two Seelies are at scouting. They just stood in the middle of the room. I know they are invisible, but come on!
Act Two
Valentine is a blood supremacist. I wanted to make it clear because maybe this on the nose dialogue wasn’t on the nose enough.
Some tension between Luke and Alaric and a reminder that Luke is under surveillance from the mundane police. Cool? I guess we’re dropping the mystery on whether Luke is a good or bad guy then.
This “girls getting dressed” scene is making me wonder: if Jocelyn burned down Clary’s bedroom, where did Clary get the clothes she’s been wearing in the last couple of episodes? Well, at least there is less slut-shaming Izzy’s clothes: Clary actually compliments them.
Again, I don’t understand why Jace acts like Clary will inevitably find a way out of the Institute if he tries to keep her inside. But, alas, Clary gets her first dagger!
Magnus feeds his reputation by acting carelessly but underneath it, he’s not kidding. Too bad he sends Elias out of the protection of the lair; that will lead to the attack on the warlocks when Elias is intercepted and rats them out.
Izzy is finally acting like a real person. No alluring tone, no flimsy little giggles. Just a normal tone of voice and her real personality. Good. Also good is the complicity between Izzy and Alec: how Alec can vent to her and how Izzy cares about him.
Maureen is the cutest. Too bad Simon will break her heart, but at least she gets to live a normal life far away from the Shadow World. Which is the opposite of Simon’s own fate.
Act Three
Clary and Izzy’s friendship is still the gayest. It’s so good to see Clary making an uncomplicated friendship with someone that has her best interest in mind. This is different than her relationship with Jace, which is colored with their attraction to one another, and her antagonist relationship with Alec.
I know it’s easy to dislike Clary for treating Magnus rudely in their first meeting but, as far as she knows, he’s a hedonist asshole who took money in exchange for wiping out her memories. Not exactly someone you’d hug hello. That said, she needs Magnus’ help, so treating him like the dirt she found in her shoes isn’t exactly going to rally him to her side.
Magnus is 100% done with Jace and they’ve been in each other’s presence for ten seconds. That’s the whole relationship in a nutshell at least until half of season 2a.
This Clary/Magnus exchange should’ve been about Clary being the Hero™ and trying to convince Magnus to face Valentine instead of running away from him. She’s supposed to be inspiring Magnus to fight. But it doesn’t work: Magnus and Clary are not in similar positions. He has people under his responsibility, she does not. He has something to lose, she already lost it all.
The Lightwoods are shown as competent fighters again. Well, Alec is. He finishes off the Circle Member with one arrow. Magnus is impressed and aroused.
Another fall out between Alec and Jace. Did venting earlier made Alec stop holding his tongue? Also, once again Clary gives zero fucks about anything that doesn’t concern her. I’ve watched the episode four times now and I still hope Alec will tell Clary “The world doesn’t revolve around you and what you want.” But, instead, he keeps going along with the rogue mission.
Some action! Clary saves the warlock girl. This is going to be important because that’s the reason why Magnus agrees to help Clary later. The bar is really that low.
The Circle Member that Magnus has taken Elias’ Warlock Mark in his collection: that is the same practice that Raphael will tell Izzy about in 213.
This episode is the first time we see Alec smile: first a shy smile with Izzy and now a full grin with Magnus. Alec also shows some vulnerability by stammering and looking confused. Magnus likes it.
Act Four
The use of the little Zoe to show Magnus’ soft side is great because it contrasts with everything we’ve heard about him. His honest worry for her clashes against the depiction we got in Act One. However, it gets overboard when Magnus is highly impressed by Clary saving Zoe. Izzy and Jace were there too. Why does Magnus say Clary is “not like the others” when he has no such praise for them?
This undeserving praise escalates even further when Magnus extends it to Jocelyn: the same woman that founded the Circle and only left it once it hurt the man she was in love with, the same woman that had Clary’s memories stolen, and the same woman that continues to act selfishly her whole life.
I’m having a great time watching Simon this season. It’s good to remember why I used to like him. Once the panic has passed, he tries to get help with the person he trusts: Clary. He’s doing what he can.
Magnus’ attempts at flirting with Alec are hilarious – and Izzy agrees. But don’t look away or you’ll lose Magnus proving once again that he is nothing like his reputation says. He immediately gives Izzy the necklace he risked his life for. Greedy, hm?
Act Five
Magnus using his praise to Clary to make sure Alec knows he’s into guys is priceless.
I’m sorry, Clary not knowing where in a pentagram she should stand is just stupid. There are five of them. The creepy whispers in the background are cool, though.
Curious that the order of the memory-giving goes from Izzy to Clary to Alec, skipping Jace. I wonder who Magnus’ memory would be about. Catarina? Ragnor? Raphael? I think Jace’s would be about Alec but the show might have gone with “nothing” because lol Jace only learns what love is with Clary like that’s not worrisome at all.
While the scene plays as Alec’s crush on Jace being revealed and Alec understandably reacting badly to being outed, the way it was done is confusing. Clary’s memory is about her mother, Izzy’s is about her brother. The audience has no reason to believe Alec’s memory isn’t about his brother and Parabatai, but it is actually about the guy he likes. Even Jace’s reaction can be read as surprise that someone loves him: we know by now Jace doesn’t believe in love and sees himself as a stray the Lightwoods took in. We need Alec’s reaction to go back and re-read the scene as what it was intended to be. That’s not great writing.
Another thing that doesn’t work is Clary’s twirl and stab. If it is that easy to kill the Memory Demon, either Alec or Izzy should’ve gone for it instead of pathetically grabbing Jace’s arms. Hell, Jace’s arms were free. He could’ve stabbed the Demon himself. In the next act, Jace is going to praise Clary for this as if it was a hard move. It was not and overestimating Clary’s actions makes her unlikable.
But at least this scene has Clary sacrificing her self-interest (her memories) for someone else’s well-being (Jace’s). Personally, I think this would be more interesting if Alec had been the one taken by the demon. We know Clary will save her Love Interest but will she save the guy antagonizing her in every step?
Act Six
A nonny once said Magnus outed Alec by saying that there was nothing to be ashamed of in front of everyone. They are literally in a different room from everybody else when this conversation happens.
Clary constantly wearing makeup is pissing me off. She’s supposed to be getting ready for bed. Why does she have gloss on?
How does the shredded portal work again? Clary can see where Valentine is and he knows it? He can talk to her through it, in fact. So, he could use to see Jocelyn’s house, correct? After all, it was there all along.
#ketz rewatches shadowhunters#sh 104#sh meta#the amount of bending over backwards this episode do to elevate Clary is absurd#and it's not even her fault#she's just doing the bare minimum#and yet the other characters are kissing her ass all around#while simon suffers in a parallel plot
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get ready to rrrrrumble
jesus christ this is a long ass submission so uh
puts it in a read more
also puts my txt in bold so its easier to read 👍
Right, so I’ve just read everything that happened in the last few asks you got and I’m just gonna sit down and tell you this right now. You better strap the fuck in because this is long and if you’re not gonna read it, shame on you, because all of this is specifically about YOU and the problems people have with you (the people Blu mentioned). First off, I’m not Blu, so don’t go and start calling him names in your server because you’re finally, FINALLY, being called out on all the bullshit you do. I used to be your friend, I left on semi-good terms, and this entire thing is going to explain WHY I left + why you need to square the fuck up.
sounds like fun whoever u are
You need to get your shit together and seriously change yourself, but of course you’re not gonna do that, because you’re an incompetent piece of shit who has your head so far up your ass you can’t see all the things you do wrong. You act like you’re the person who suffers the most, and that anytime anyone is rude to you it’s THEIR fault, not the fact that you did something terrible to someone or that you started some drama. I’ve been fed up with this shit for months, and have been hesitant to say anything directly to your face, because you don’t even know me that well and we hardly talked. We did interact a few times, but those few times were absolute hell to me, because I must have literally retracted some kind of disease just from being near you. You are the fucking EMBODIMENT of tumblrina, and it’s so fucking sad because you weren’t like this before (based on what a few others have told me).
the use of tumblrina here is jus makin me laugh ur a funny guy buddy but i feel like my past self is worse thn my current self like past me participated in cringe culture so like ew
The way you talk? Absolutely fucking horrid. Sit the fuck up and talk like a normal goddamn human being. I’m here to talk to you, not to decipher some 57 commas and abhorrid shortening of words. Jesus fucking Christ Sombre, I can understand Internet slang and cutting some words up, but you fucking butcher the English language so bad it literally sounds like a toddler having a stroke while mashing at their keyboard. It’s “that” not “tht”, it’s “thing” not “thng”, it’s “something” not “smth”, and for GOD FUCKING SAKES IT’S “THE” NOT “TH”. ARE YOU LITERALLY SO FUCKING LAZY THAT YOU CAN’T EVEN TYPE “THE”, A THREE LETTER WORD. I don’t give a shit if you’re talking like this to sound like an anxious uwu tumblr piece of SHIT, it sounds fucking IDIOTIC and it’s an ABSO-FUCKING-LUTE PAIN TO READ.
language is fake and is mostly just sounds we give meaning, im very sorry if you have trouble reading the way i type and id be more than happy to try and not speak to you like i usually do to everyone else if you just asked politely and talked it out with me (tho the idiotic part is accurate im not very smart lmao)
SPEAKING OF YOUR TUMBLR, LET’S TALK ABOUT YOUR UPSET.TXT TAG. If you think anyone is gonna pity you, SPOILER ALERT! THEY’RE FUCKING NOT. Unless they’re your shitty “friends”, NOBODY fucking gives a shit, alrighty? Speaking from my perspective and a few others, nobody’s gonna see this venting on their dashboard and give two shits. Unless they’re your mutuals, they won’t care and it just leaves a bad impression. It’s pathetic how when ANYTHING negative happens to you, you decide to take to Tumblr to boo hoo crypost about it. You wanna vent? You wanna cry yourself to sleep? Cool, talk about it on your server, NOT FUCKING TUMBLR, WHERE LITERALLY ANYONE CAN SEE IT. This is just like how Facebook used to be, you see these posts of people posting personal shit and getting bit in the ass for it later, YEAH WELL THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING TO YOU RIGHT NOW BUDDY. DON’T LIKE IT? DON’T FUCKING VENT ON TUMBLR.
i rarely vent on here dude like?? do you see the time gaps between the posts in my vent tag? its also my blog so i can post whatever i like as long as im not hurting anyone yo, plus the point of venting for me at least isnt to like get attention or sympathy its to let off some steam not to mention most to all of my vent posts are vague as hell so like…. why do you even care though?? if i get bit in the ass then thats my problem not yours
Right, so let’s talk about your “im gay” tag too! You identify as male, correct? That’s cool! Congrats. But you’re not gay if you clearly show an interest in girls. Doesn’t matter if they’re fictional or not. Your “im gay” tag is filled with girls (Bismuth, some anime girl, pinup girls). NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE! You’re male, those are females! Opposite genders! That means you’re NOT GAY! WOAAAAAH! So who are you to be reblogging and posting all this shit about how hetero people are the devil, hetero people are the worst wah wah, when you yourself identify as a guy and clearly seem to be interested in girls, even if just a little?
dude i used to identify as nonbinary i only recently started identifying as male, hell i used to identify as female ages back so like? the posts in that tag are most to all old and i do realize my attraction to girls isnt gay, hence why ive only been referring to my attraction to dudes as me being gay post-male identification i guess
Speaking of all the heterophobic shit you reblog, have you not considered it could make some of your followers feel absolutely terrible? I’m bi myself, I like both guys and girls, but holy FUCK when I see that shit on your blog it makes me feel guilty for liking guys at all! Is that how you want people to feel? Whether they’re pan, bi, or straight, that shit’s literally so fucking damaging and it sure as hell hurts to see! And don’t throw that “some of those posts are jokes” bullshit at me, because guess the fuck what! They may be jokes to people who aren’t hetero, but they sure as hell don’t seem like jokes to those who are! How would you feel if I made a joke that was even SLIGHTLY negative towards homosexuals? Wait, no, don’t answer that, because I already know how you’d feel. You’d get pissy, you’d stomp your little baby feet over to Tumblr, and then crypost about it, saying you’re facing homophobia and being harassed blah blah blah.
HETEROPHOBIC IM LAUGHING…. buddy…. pal…. heterophobia is fake and im very sorry if those post make you feel bad as a bisexual person (im also bi so) but heterophobia isnt actually a thing, comparing jokes directed at straight people to lgbtphobia is inherently lgbtphobic as it compares little jokes most to all directed at bigoted/ignorant straights to something that can often result in the actual literal death of hundreds of people for their gender/orientation- that doesnt happen to straight people dude
Also: you don’t have autism. Were you officially diagnosed? Because I’m gonna be real fuckin’ honest, it doesn’t sound like you have autism. You sure have something, hoh yeah, but it’s sure as hell not autism. You put your “autism” up on a pedestal and act like it’s one of the only things about you, like no hunty, your mental illness doesn’t define you. Nobody gives a shit, okay? Your mental illness isn’t an excuse to act like a literal fuckface, it’s not an excuse to treat people like shit, and it sure as hell isn’t an excuse to blame everything on others and make yourself out to be the good guy because “my autism made me anxious or forget things ;w;”. This is the exact kind of tumblrina thing I’m talking about, people on this goddamn website act like their mental illness is the only quality about them and that not being neurotypical makes them special. NEWS-FUCKIN-FLASH, it doesn’t. It really doesn’t. You don’t see me using my mental illness as an excuse for my actions, because I actually step the fuck up and take responsibility for shit I’ve caused. My mental illness does not define me. There’s more to me than that. You need to realize that your fake-ass autism isn’t an excuse for you to be a fucking asshole to the people around you, and that your actions do have consequences. Stop blaming others for shit you’ve caused, stop calling people jackasses when it’s YOU who’s insulting people and twisting the truth, and for the love of God tell your white knights of friends to shut the FUCK up if they don’t know all the details of a situation.
i was technically diagnosed albeit in a nontraditional fashion (a psych at our middleschool was the one who diagnosed me) and i have never defined myself solely by my autism nor have i used it as an excuse for my fuck ups, ive literally apologized and stopped doing the things i did since the blu incident, i recognize i fucked up there and i apologized and i havent done the whole lying out of anxiety thing since, also my white knights of friends??? YOURE the one coming into MY inbox to tell me how shit i am after i blocked blu i literally just want this to be over leave me alone dude
Alright, so now that we’re done talking about YOU, let’s talk about your fandoms. You like Osomatsu-San. Okay, that’s fine. What’s not fine is how FUCKING obsessive you are about it. There’s nothing wrong with liking something and being attached to characters, making art of it, having a blog, reblogging it, talking about it, that’s okay. That’s okay! But you? You fucking hold the characters so close and act like they’re your own characters. You get upset when something doesn’t go your way in the show. This was evidenced by how many times you’ve complained about episodes (guess where? upset.txt) after they’ve come out. That anon about the straight joke? You got so heated over that, didn’t you? Saying Chibita was “out of character”, BITCH, what do you fucking know? He’s not your goddamn character! The writers will write him however the fuck they want. It’s THEIR fucking show, it’s THEIR fucking characters, and it’s THEIR decision of who does what and who acts like what. There’s a VERY thick line between canon and fanon, and you can’t seem to distinguish that AT ALL. You merge your shitty headcanons with the canon universe, and when something doesn’t go your way, you FREAK THE FUCK OUT and go crying about it in your server or on your tags.
youre blowing that ONE FUCKING POST so out of proportion ive never complained abt ososan in upset.txt outside of MAYBE episode 4 and that would be because of the NONCONSENSUAL SEX SCENE i KNOW my headcanons arent canon i KNOW that the chibita/snowtoko complaint was MINOR and i fucking LIKED THAT EPISODE A LOT!! i didnt cry i just felt that based on how the staff have characterized chibita up until that point it was a little jarring to see him react like he did THAT IS ALL! what the fuck!! how would you even know what i talk about in my servers!! youre obviously misinformed my guy!!!
Lemme tell you something, Sombre: Karabita isn’t canon. OH SHIT! I SAID IT BOYS! THAT’S A FUCKING CURSE ISN’T IT!! No, sorry, sit the fuck down and suck those tears up, because it’s true. It’s not canon. It isn’t. You grasp at straws to say it is, but it isn’t. Chibita wore somehing blue? Oh shit, it’s Karamatsu! He’s clearly in love with him! No, sorry honey, that’s not how it works. Of course Chibita would feel pity on him and let him stay with him (ep 24), because who wouldn’t? That doesn’t mean they’re dating. Karamatsu may be the most bisexual person ever, but he sure as hell isn’t dating Chibita (at least, not canonly). Speaking of Chibita, you need to stop acting like any other Matsu x Chibita ship is literal hell. They’re not. There are some decent ones out there, and although they’re rarepairs by now, they’re a lot better quality than the Karabita bullshit you spew out.
me saying karabita is canon is a joke, and my disdain for non karabita matsubita ships is based half in coping reasons and half in chibita has literally no chemistry with the other matsus and seems to not like any of the other bros at all whereas hes actually shown some level of tolerance or interest in karamatsu
While we’re on the subject of non-canon ships, Atsutodo isn’t canon either. Fuck’s sake, they were on screen together for 10 damn seconds. Yes, I’m aware there’s card art of Atsushi and Todomatsu having a meal together, but they’re very clearly not dating if Todomatsu is still going out with girls and holding their hands etc. Oh, speaking of Todomatsu: Your trans hc of him? Generic as fuck. He’s not trans. Call me a transphobe, I don’t give a shit, but he’s not trans. Look at the -kun animes. He’s a guy. Where in his life would he have magically been a girl and then go right back to a guy? The time span between a 12 year old and a 21 year old isn’t long enough to allow you time to transition. In that day and age, it wasn’t even acceptable to be transgender. So none of the Matsus are trans, get that out of your head. Get those “autism hcs” out of your head too, because I KNOW you hc Kara and Jyushi as autistic (and I’m aware you used to headcanon Ichimatsu as autistic too, but we’ll get to that later).
i know atsutodo isnt canon i never said it was all the “x ship is canon” jokes are about karabita and theyre jokes dude, i just think atsutodo would be cute. why the fuck do you even care about my trans hcs?? theyre HEADCANONS they dont HURT ANYONE and like dude there are trans children out there….. stop being a fuckface about simple headcanons what the fuck.
Lemme tell ya something. Karamatsu sure as hell isn’t autistic. Literally the only reason you headcanon him as such is because you yourself claim to be autistic and because “uwu he’s m fav,,,, i relate to him,,,”. Also, I realize “jyushi is autistic xD” headcanons are common, but JESUS FUCK it’s time for them to die. Jyushimatsu is just bizarre in and out, it’s his personality and his way of life. If you’re gonna hc him as autistic for his personality, you’re obviously ignoring his physical abilities. What about that time he cloned himself? Grew different sizes? What about how he seemingly has no bones (tentacle arms)? But oh, let’s ignore that, because he’s always got a smile on his face and he has a childish personality so DURR HE’S OBVIOUSLY AUTISTIC. Also, you used to headcanon Ichimatsu as autistic, but as soon as you started hating him you threw that headcanon out the window. This is PROOF you only headcanon your favorite characters as autistic, and that’s some of the STUPIDEST shit ever.
literally just let people headcanon what they want if it doesnt hurt anyone, im sure in canon theyre not autistic but this is HEADCANON. and is this also to imply that just because a character can do bizarre thing with theyre body they cant also be autistic?? what the fuck does that have to do with anything??? and i didnt throw my autistic ichi hc out the window because “i hate him” i dont even hate him im indifferent to him i hate his fanon incarnation because its stupidly out of character and one note, i also didnt even drop the autism hc for him i feel like he definitely 100% could be autistic but i just dont think about it as much because i think about other characters more than i think about him
Oh yeah, I’d love to hear why you hate Ichimatsu so much? Shut up, I know it’s because “hhhh he abuses kara” but that’s fucking wrong. Listen, Ichimatsu isn’t exactly my favorite either but at least I don’t make him out to be a fucking asshole to Karamatsu. All of the brothers have treated Karamatsu like shit at one point or another. They’ve thrown things at him, ditched him, called him names, ignored him, it’s a fucking trope in the anime that Karamatsu was the one to get hurt. Sure, season 2 has kinda turned that around, but the whole “Ichimatsu is bitter to Karamatsu” thing is the dynamic between them. They DO have moments where they’re not onto each other, though. See how Ichimatsu followed Karamatsu into the woods? Remember the episode where they switched clothes? They didn’t kill each other neither of those times, did they? And yes, I’m aware Ichimatsu has hurt Karamatsu at times (the bazooka, I think smacking?) but he doesn’t LITERALLY ABUSE HIM. You don’t see him kicking him around, PUNCHING HIM, HITTING HIM, EVERY SECOND OF HIS LIFE. Yes, he calls him names. Yes, he’s threatened to hurt him (“I’ll kill you, Shittymatsu.”) but he’s been stopped or HAS stopped every time. If he really was so intent on hurting Karamatsu, don’t you think he wouldn’t ignore his brothers and hurt Karamatsu anyway? But no, he didn’t, and he stopped each time he grabbed Kara. That’s because the entire “Ichimatsu despises Karamatsu” thing is a GAG in the show. It’s meant to be funny. It’s not meant for your negative ass to label it as abuse and then boohoo about it every time Ichimatsu is mentioned. That’s not a valid reason to hate a character, hell, even Karamatsu’s seiyuu said in a Doramatsu CD that Karamatsu was just comic relief. And if you’re gonna look for a reason why Ichimatsu dislikes Karamatsu, consider the hinted and well-supported reason: Ichimatsu “hates” Karamatsu because of how confident he is and how he can always be himself. Ichi is insecure. Ichi is antisocial. Kara, on the other hand, can express himself and show how “cool” he is. Consider that Ichimatsu wants to be more like him, hence why he said he’s the “number one Karamatsu boy” in that one episode.
okay this is just ridiculous i DONT HATE ICHIMATSU and i KNOW its a GAG, i KNOW they get along sometimes i KNOW all the brothers have shat on kara I KNOW THIS abuse takes many forms though and in a more serious anime the way the bros treat kara would probably be depicted as abusive, but it isnt a serious anime so its a gag and i understand that thats FINE, did you even watch the ichimatsu incident? ichimatsu got plenty fucking pissed off at karamatsu and stuff and the “number one karamatsu boy” nonsense was him being concerned about how karamatsu might think of him as such not him calling himself a karamatsu boy, and yes i know the whole ichi wants to be cool and confident like kara thing i understand that but even so that wouldnt logically excuse his bitterness toward kara but again, its a gag anime so its whatever, youre also ignoring the facet of his disdain towards kara being in part because kara is also vain and ichi finds this annoying and thinks kara is fake as hell because of it there was something in i think a magazine where the bros are all asked what they think of eachother i think and i THINK ichi said something along the lines of him not liking kara because he fakes being nice for the sake of his own ego or something (which is likely ichi just having a negative image of kara rather than that actually being the case because i dont think karas that smart but who knows i dont!!) so like y’know
In conclusion, I would like to say you need to shut the fuck up and chill with your fandoms and headcanons, realize headcanons aren’t canon, and also get your head out of your ass. You’ve done so many wrong things and need to stop blaming them on others. You’ve lied, insulted, and put the blame on so many of your old friends, you’ve avoided people who you deem “toxic” (simply because they have different opinions than you), you think people can’t form their own opinions, and you don’t back up your friends when they’re getting shittalked. You act like an assoholic brat and cannot, for the life of you, open up your eyes and see this. You’re lucky the dicktwats on your server are there for you, because if they weren’t, you’d be all alone, and honestly? That seems pretty good at this point. Fits you perfectly.
i know headcanons arent canon, i know ive lied (though ive really only insulted people who were dicks to my friends and maybe blu which probably not a good thing but i mean hes also insulted me so?? even i guess??) and i regret that, im more honest now and try my best to show kindness to people who have done me and my friends no wrong, ive only ever put blame on blu i literally dont blame anyone else for anything, i dont avoid people i deem “toxic” i avoid people i dont get along with because if i dont get along with them then theres no reason to talk to them im gonna let them live their lives, of course i think people can form their own opinions what on earth are you talking about???? when did i not back up a friend when they got shit talked?? i dont remember that but id like to deeply apologize if i ever did, unless youre talking about when someone in my server insults blu over ykno… him not leaving me alone and harassing me when ive done nothing but mind my own business since the incident, then while it was kind of uncomfortable for me because i felt it was the wrong thing to do i couldnt exactly muster the words to protest it. im very sorry you feel that way im always trying to improve and i like to think that im making some level of progress in being more sensitive and kind to those around me. but also dont insult my friends they didnt do shit weve been minding our own goddamn business this entire time blu is the one who started it back up again.
Now, go back to crying in your server and soaking in self-deprication, fuckass.
yknow i get the feeling i know who this is but i dont want to jump to any conclusions so, uh, okay! see ya my dude :0c
#shut up sombre#drama /#heres to hoping this is the last thing i get abt this bc this is jus really dumb and im tryna move on over here#ask to tag /#submission
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Warning: incoming venom
Okay so please feel free to not read this. I’m very sleep deprived. My eyes are killing me. I have a headache. My feelings are all over the place right now and I’m very, very hormonal. I’m not a secure person. In fact I’m very insecure and I often have doubts or negative feelings, in general irl I’m happy and positive but sometimes I will feel low and that’s been happening more and more recently, mostly because of this site and fandom life in general. I don’t usually express my feelings. I know my problems are smaller than most and I don’t want to hurt my followers or make them feel bad by posting them here. I vent on my rant blog, that nobody can see, because I feel bad about putting my problems on others. I know you have your own stuff going on. I know my issues are petty compared to yours. I know you in all likelihood never meant to hurt me, and so I don’t want you to feel bad by telling you… but for some reason, right now I don’t really care about hiding my thoughts. Maybe because it’s obvious that nobody actually cares, so I might as well. My filter is totally off now. So a warning. Don’t read if you don’t like whiny shit. But then again, who does? If you want to unfollow me after this I’ll understand. If you lose respect for me, that’s fine too. I don’t know if I deserve your respect anyway. If you want to send hate, or block me, or whatever else, that’s fine. I knew the risks. The only thing I really don’t want to happen is for my followers to be upset or hurt by this, which is why I’m warning you… incoming venom. Please please proceed with caution.
I’m going to post the Frit I promised, and then I’m coming off tumblr for a few days. Just until Friday. This site is killing me. I’ll still continue with the Chiccolo Week on my other blog, but that’s it. I’m not responding to messages, I’m not liking or reblogging, I’m not posting anything else. I’ll do it all after Friday, I just need to come away for a while.Don’t worry. I’ll still reblog your stuff. Just give me a couple of days.
This site has really hurt me. I’ve held it in for so long, months, maybe a year even… but honestly… I’m gutted. And I know none of you are actively trying to hurt me, which is why I’ve stayed quiet for so long, because it’s not your fault… but you’ve activity not tried to help me, and that hurts.
I’m a person. I know that’s annoying, but I am. It takes time to write fanfiction. It takes motivation. I’m struggling. I’ve been struggling for so long I don’t know how to not struggle anymore. I try to help people. I know what it’s like to struggle, to feel ignored, to feel down, and so whenever anybody I follow posts about issues or feeling down, I’m there. I can’t always help, but I do my best. I leave comments. I acknowledge them. I try to say something encouraging, I write for them, I show them support by reblogging their work… I do whatever I can to help. And I don’t do it to get something in return, I just do it because it’s the right thing to do, because they’re people and they need support, and like to I think I’m a decent enough human being to know that. But I’ll admit, I’d like to think that when I need it, when I’m struggling, these people would also be there for me. Mostly they’re not. I reblog their work because I want them to get noticed, I want them to achieve their goals because I know how difficult it is, but do they reblog my work? No. I acknowledge when they have persobal issues and okay, maybe I can’t make them feel better, but I try. I lose sleep trying. I spend my days wondering if they’re okay, if there’s more I can do to help, if what I’ve already said is helping, if there’s anything that can be done to help them… and most of the time they don’t even acknowledge that I’ve spoken. And that’s okay, I get it, when you’re feeling down you can’t always bring yourself to reply. That’s okay. It’s normal. But what about when I’m down? Nobody is here. These people… I allow myself to become emotionally drained for them. I let them stand on me. I offer my support and advice on their personal issues, because I don’t want them to feel ignored. I lose sleep and time and emotional stability worrying about them. I edit their fics for them, I leave feedback on their work, I reblog.
I have a life. I’m the full time carer for my 2 year old son and I work part time, and two of my shifts are at night so I’m always sleep deprived the next day, because toddlers don’t tend to care what time you get to sleep. I have very little free time, but if someone asks me to spend it editing their work, I do it. If somebody is struggling and needs someone to read their stuff and leave comments, I do it. If someone is down and they need acknowledgement or support, I do it. And if I think writing something for them will help, I do it. I don’t have much free time, but I spend what I can on others, even if it means I don’t get to work on my own things. And what do these people do? They ignore me. They let me edit their work, for free, when I have my own stuff to be doing, and they don’t even bother reblogging or commenting on mine. They dont even acknowledge me. They dont even thank me! For spending sometimes hours of my own time and energy on their work. They let me reblog their work, that they’re struggling to get exposure for, they happily accept comments and advice from me, but will they reblog my stuff? No. God forbid they would let my cancerous fics poison their same-fandom page. They let me offer them support and they let me write stuff for them just to cheer them up, but where are they now? Now that I’m the one struggling, now that I’ve carried these people and put so much of my time and energy and emotions into worrying about them into helping them and losing sleep over them. Now that I’m the one who needs help… They can’t get far enough away. Do you know how much that hurts me? I’m a person! I’m a mother, I can’t feel like this! I have to be okay. My kid needs me to be okay, getting down isn’t an option for me, and yet all these people who I try my best to help stand, they trample on me every chance they get. And I guess it’s because my problems aren’t big to them, and I get that. I really do. But sometimes your problems don’t seem like a big deal to me either, but I help you with them anyway because they’re important to you, and that’s what matters. And I know maybe your reasons for not helping me are justified, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get hurt. I’m drowning. I’ve spent so long trying to keep other people afloat, at the cost of my own emotional well-being and time, and I’ve asked for nothing in return, but I always thought that maybe, maybe if I ever needed you, you’d be there. But you’re not. You never were, and you never will be, but you’ll let me carry on supporting you all the same. And I will. Because you need it. I won’t stop supporting you just because you don’t support me. I’m not that petty, and two wrongs don’t make a right and I believe that. So I guess you win either way.
I’ll be fine. I just need to get away for a couple of days. I’m speaking to my editor on Friday, I’m sure that will make me feel better. So I’ll post the Frit today and I’ll post for the rest of Chiccolo Week, but aside from that, until Friday I’ll be gone. I won’t answer asks or messages on any of my blogs. I won’t post anything else. I’ll remove the tumblr app from my phone until Friday. Then I’ll be back, and I’ll answer all your asks and messages like normal, and I’ll reblog everything I’ve missed out on. I won’t abandon you. And I’ll act like this never happened. If you want to stop following me that’s fine. If this post has hurt you I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention. I kept this in for so long because I didn’t want people to get hurt by it. Maybe it was wrong of me to even post this now. I know I have no right to put my problems on you. I know supporting you was my choice, you didn’t make me, and I know you don’t owe me a thing. So don’t worry. Just do what you need to do. I’ll be fine.
But I want to say thank you to the few people who have shown me support. I won’t tag you because I don’t know if you’d like that, but you know who you are. Those people who have taken the time to reply to me these past couple of days, and in the past when I’ve been feeling down. Those people who have treated me like a person, who have actually given as well as taken. Thank you. Thank you for remembering that I’m a human. I will never forget your kindness, and don’t think for a second that it won’t be repaid.
#irl#status update#i'm so exhausted right now#it's the only reason my filter is gone#i'm sorry#i'm not as strong as i'm supposed to be
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Really?
Is this how it’s going to be now? You getting your friends to stalk my blog instead of doing it yourself. Perhaps you might like to ask them not to be quite so obvious about it and comb my personal tag, or send the ones you told me where they live.
Hello friend/s of her’s. I’ve already wasted enough of my free time on this clusterfuck of awfulness, and you might not care but here goes.
cut for personal crap.
The post you took an interest in, was made back in May. I even told her what it was about, but I imagine she’s telling you some bullshit about how I was ‘vague posting’ about her. I never once did that save to not mention her name in posts that are directly addressing her obviously and were made at the end of July onwards. And the only reason I didn’t mention her name, was not to be vague, it was so she didn’t catch a lot of grief from random people trying to stir shit up. Anything pertaining to the situation was never elaborated on, it was me realizing a few things and expressing it. I think that’s something she could appreciate, given her penchant for spamming her blog full of ‘abuse’ posts each time she does something and someone confronts her about it.
If she’s really still upset about this, perhaps she should have thought about that before she decided to constantly assume the worst of me and send me spiteful, anonymous hate. There is absolutely no excuse for that whatsoever. She’s an adult, she should have come to me with those concerns and not taken the highly immature route of gas-lighting me in person, then being a complete backstabber in private.
There’s only so much abuse a person can take before they have had enough, and finding that out when I’d said to her time and time again that I loved her, I valued our friendship and despite all of the awfulness, wished her the best, was devastating. I don’t play mind games for a reason.
She had a full 24 hours of saying absolutely nothing to me after I confronted her about her bullshit, ample time to apologize or explain why she’d done this, and the next thing I know, she’s booted me out of her servers, she’s unfriended me everywhere on social media like I was the one who had done something wrong.
And that’s the problem. While I have admitted to any mistakes I feel I made and apologized, she wouldn’t admit to a single one. She never apologized, never made good on the things she’d promise, but would constantly expect me to change (whilst telling me she’d never noticed a difference mind!), and still drag up the past on issues she’d said were previously sorted.
This led to aggrovating my anxiety to a point I stopped eating had to take time off work. I don’t like existing in friendships or relationships where I don’t know where I stand and I never did for those last six months, because she’d tell me one thing then five minutes later act completely opposite the next.
It wouldn’t matter how many times I told her things weren’t how she had interpreted them, she’d only believe what she wanted anyway. I vividly recall the moment she told me my apology meant nothing, because she’d ‘prompted’ it. As if she had some sort of divine control over my responses! We had been talking through an argument at the time and I realized something I’d said was worded wrong, so I said I admit that sounds bad, I didn’t mean it that way, I’m sorry. But oh no, I’m only allowed to change my mind or realize stuff when it suited her agenda.
If I didn’t give her space, I was wrong (rightly so), but If I’d say sorry and give her space, I was wrong again. It didn’t matter what I did, how much I reassured or made efforts to avoid upsetting her, she’d decide I was doing it anyway. I was constantly compared to people from her past, CONSTANTLY. If I vented how upset about a situation concerning her I was to someone else, I was wrong. I never even mentioned her name, mind, but she auto assumed I did. But I could not come to her with those issues, because every time I would attempt to talk it through with her, she’d accuse me of “making her” feel guilty and run away. It was so isolating and awful I would be in tears all the time and this is just a fraction of the shit I put up with because on one side she’d tell me she loved me and on the other she was constantly telling me I was this awful person. I never told her this part because I fucking cared about her and didn’t want her to stress. Stupid now I think back on it. So yep, when that message came through, enough was enough, I had to find out who it was sending them, because it’d been going on sporadically for months. These are messages ranging from “KYS” which at the time I attributed to someone sending anonymous ship hate, to just randomly sending in things like “I wonder how many of your followers think your vague posts are about them?” and “Sending yourself anons is poor form” ??? The vague post in question, btw, was actually me venting about my job situation at the time, and as soon as I posted a curt response to that, she was in my inbox being all funny and happy again. It was all highly suspicious.
And find out I did.
In addition to this, she should know that I was pursued by a stalker both online and in real life for 7 years. She knew every detail of what that did to me, because I confided in her, and yet she’s resorting to some of the paranoid tactics he did by constantly creeping on my blogs. Either she feels some sense of remorse and this is a messed up way of getting in contact, or she is just checking to see if I have written more about her. Rest assured, I’m getting on with my life, but would really appreciate if you’d consider this fact alone when scouring my blogs for evidence of god knows what on behalf of your friend, you won’t find it.
She’s your friend and you want to help her out, I get that. But unless you have all sides of the situation, don’t start drama where there’s no need. She has issues she needs to work out herself, and nobody else should or can do that for her. It’s also a complete waste of time for her to respond to any of this on her own blog. I don’t go there and I definitely don’t ask people to do it for me. If she wants to speak to me without any of the assumptions and bs, she knows she can just email me.
I really don’t care if you believe any of the above or not but understand this much: Personally speaking, I’m so done with this whole ordeal, I’m trying to recover, just let me do that in peace. All this does it make things worse.
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