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Angel dust was not having a good day.
He was locked in his dressing room, with a furious Valentino,
“-DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOUVE COST ME? YOU’RE LUCKY I DONT KILL YOU FOR THIS!”
The reason for Valentinos rage? Angel had fucked up and pissed off an important business partner Val had been working with, the slimy shark demon had stormed out and lost Val's deal
Val grabbed his hair roughly and pulled his face up to look at him.
“you’re going to pay for this one Angel dust”
His voice was low, with sharp rage hidden right in front of his eyes, his glowing red-hot eyes and sharp teeth.
-SMACK-!
Valentino hit him, hard, he fell to the ground, he tried to hold himself up with his elbows, but his arms shook, and his cheek stung. He felt a single hot tear drop into his fur, burning him like a brand, Valentino loomed over him, whispering darkly
“Once I'm done with you, you're going to go out there, and earn back every dollar you lost me, I don't care how many greasy truckers you have to fuck, or how long it takes, do you understand-”
“VAL!”
Valentinos eyes narrowed as his head shot to the doorway, Angel slowly looked over- Vox.
The media demon himself was standing in the doorway of his dressing room, posture tense, arms crossed, eyes narrow, and cold
“I'm a little busy vox” Val ground out, a growl deep in his throat
“What the FUCK Val! I've been looking for you everywhere!” Vox stalked into his room, glaring at Val, blind to angel dust on the floor, staring at two of the most powerful overlords in hell, having an argument in his room.
he sucked in a tight breath, making himself as small as possible and backing away, crawling backwards on the floor, until Valentino swiftly moved his boot, digging the heel into his hand, subtle, but a clear message “don't move unless I tell you to”
“DID YOU SPEND THIS?” vox shoved a receipt in Vals face, electricity buzzing between his antenna “yeah, so? I splurged a bit, what's the problem?” Val shrugged it off
Vox's hackles raised, and his voice glitched “G-G-GODAMNIT VAL WEVE BEEN OVER THIS, you can't spend this kind of money, from our bank account, without telling ME-”
-SMACK-!
Angels un-swollen eye widened, as he stared at Vals raised hand, and vox’s cracked screen
Val had just hit vox. It was almost laughable, if it hadn't been so terrifying, vox, the tv demon, the media overlord, and even more terrifying, he hadn't fought back, he had just taken it?
Vox looked up at Val through fingers covering his cracked screen “Val-”
-SMACK-!
-SMACK-!
“VAL!” vox had caught Vals wrist, the rings in his eye pulsing. Val glared at him, “You ungrateful-!”
“Oh, so I'm the ungrateful one?”
Vals eyes widened, as Vox's screen cracked itself into a grin “do you need a reminder of why you’re here?” vox grabbed vials face with his other hand, squeezing until his claws pierced skin as Valentino tried to pull away
“have you forgotten that I made you? You'd be N-N-NOTHING without me!”
“I'm sorry voxxy, i-i-” vox slammed Valentino into the floor, pinkish blood pooling around him
“don't call me t-that, I have put up with your SHIT, for too long” vox planted his boot on Vals chest, pressing on it
“I have let you hit me, c-c-rack my screen, scream at m-me, waste my money on your ch-cheap w-w-whores, and I have been loyal to you the whole GOD-D-DAMNED TIME”
Angel looked down and saw the blood getting on his hands and in his fur, he crawled back quickly and silently, before freezing up as Vals eyes shot to him
Vox put even more pressure on Vals chest with his boot, before bending down to grab Vals face, and forcing him to look into vox’s hypnotic eye, “I l-loved you once Val, you ruined me, I'm s-s-sorry for ever being foolish enough to fall for y-you”
Val wheezed, voice weak, “f-fuck you... vox”
Vox pushed his heel through Vals chest, the sound of bones crunching under his boot echoing through the room, he silently lifted his foot, and angel caught a glimpse of the iconic silver-white glow that came from angelic steel. Vox had planned this.
Vox stepped away from the corpse, looking around the room, angel froze as vox’s eyes caught his
“... you weren't supposed to be here” is all vox said, looking mildly surprised.
Angel tried to let out a laugh, but it just came out as a dry sob “it is my dressing room after all”
Vox stepped toward him, and angel shrunk back, vox paused, before offering his hand, angel delicately took it, hand trembling. Vox grabbed it, and pulled angel up, angel swayed on his feet, vision blurring and dancing in front of him.
Vox looked down at angels blood-matted fur, and his own blood stained shoes, “let's get you cleaned up, hmm?” Angel nodded, dizzy, and relaxed by Vox’s suddenly calming voice
Vox lifted up the much slimmer demon into his arms and carried him bridal style down the hall, he was lucky it was night, and most of his employees had already gone home. When he finally got to the penthouse, he felt angel stiffen in his arms, but instead of heading to the bedroom, like angel expected him to, he headed straight for the bathroom.
Upon entering he gently placed angel on the floor, angel swayed for a moment before regaining his balance and turned to face the tv-faced demon
Vox had already turned away from him “clean yourself up, and feel free to use whatever's in the shower, I'll get you something...” he eyed the messy, revealing, outfit that angel was wearing “...decent, to wear” And with that, he shut the door behind him, leaving angel alone with his thoughts
The water was still hot, one of the perks of being rich, angel supposed, it ran down his body, soaking his fur as the pink tinged blood ran down into the drain. Valentinos blood
He supposed he must've still been in shock, because he was crying, crying because Val was dead. Isn't this what he had wanted? Hadn't he been praying for Vals death? Shouldn't he be over joyed right now? So why did his heart ache?
Vox... why had he killed Val? Everyone knew that their relationship was the most brutal on-again off-again in all of hell, but had it really gotten enough to the point that vox felt the need to kill him? Remember? A small voice in the back of his head whispered Val HIT vox. He broke his screen, he was being abused the voice whispered just like you
Except vox wasn't like him, because vox had the power and resources to get out, he had just taken it, done whatever Val wanted him to, because Val owned his soul – his soul. Was he still under contract? Was he going to lose his job? Oh god, how was he going to get his fix? He needed his job! His breath started speeding up, his chest rising and falling as he gasped, his eyes flitting wildly around the room
What if vox killed him for seeing Vals death, what if he-!
“ANGEL DUST!” he flinched, quickly responding “y-yeah?” he heard vox sigh outside the door “thank Satan... I was starting to think you had drowned yourself!” vox let out an uncomfortable chuckle, before he heard a faint shuffling, as though someone was placing something right outside
“there's clothes outside for when you're done, I-... take as long as you need” angel waited until he heard the tell-tale sign of someone walking away before turning of the shower and stepping out. Opening the door just a crack to make sure no one was outside, he took the neatly folded towel and clothes and held them close to his chest.
Towel first, he quickly rubbed his fur dry with what may have been the softest towel he had ever touched. Next, the clothes, they were fairly simple, a pair of navy sweatpants, and a neon teal t-shirt emblazoned with the bright red vox-tec logo.
After double and triple checking to make sure he looked good, he stepped out of the bathroom into the dimly lit apartment, “Mista Vox!? Ya here?!” a door shrouded in shadows opened, and there stood vox, in a clean version of the suit he had been wearing before, no longer stained with blood, the other new thing about him, was his screen, it was no longer shattered, instead, all that remained was a small crack in the corner.
“you’re out, good.” vox walked towards him, his movements, calm and practiced, as if he hadn't just murdered his boyfriend. Angel just nervously fidgeted with his hands, watching vox until he arrived at the door, and opened it. “Well? You coming?” vox asked, a slight teasing lilt in his voice. Angel felt his shoulders relax marginally, he didn't want thanks for saving angel. Angel gave a pained smile
“Y-yeah...”
As they walked into the elevator, angel stood awkwardly next to vox, who seemed wholly uninterested in the entire ordeal, this vox was nothing like the friendly charismatic one you saw on tv, or the bitter, vengeful, short tempered one he saw in the dressing room, this one seemed cold, and tense, and... anxious?
“Why’d you do it?” the words left his lips before he could stop them, vox turned to him, raising one eyebrow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about”
“Valentino? You kill-” vox’s hand shot over his mouth “Valentino, hasn’t been seen, in 2 hours, hardly a reason to say he’s dead” his face went cold and stoic “unless you want to be the one who killed him”
Angel dust wasn’t stupid enough to not get the barely concealed threat “stop talking unless you want to be framed” he looked down at his feet, “Sorry Mista vox”
Vox looked down as well, “but I suppose if someone was to kill him, it might’ve been because they realized he was growing too powerful, perhaps they thought him a threat to their power... or perhaps they were just done with taking his shit.”
Angels eyes widened, he hadn’t expected vox to actually tell him anything, he opened his mouth to say something, but in that moment, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened in front of them, he sighed as vox strode out in front of him, he quickly followed as vox stalked through the halls of the studio.
After a solid 10 minutes of walking, they arrived at a small side door, vox opened it and held it for angel dust, he stepped through the door, to see a sleek navy limousine, a small, heterochronic, aquatic demon quickly opened the door for him and vox, before getting in the driver's seat. Vox looked at him, raising an eye brow
-oh
“The hazbin hotel please?”
The demon looked at vox, who nodded, the limo pulled out, and peeled off down the street
Angel took this as an opportunity to see the limo, it was simple, a black interior, with cyan led stripes down the sides, none of the fluff or haze that Valentinos limo had. At least the seats were comfortable. Angel felt his eyelids droop, surely vox wouldn't mind if he rested his eyes for a minute, right? Right...
Vox was incredibly tired. Today had been one of the most exhausting days of his life, between having 4 separate interview's, today was also the day he had decided to act out his plan, and murder Val. But one variable he hadn’t accounted for was Angel dust being there. The lanky spider knew what he had done, and he shouldn’t be risking him even being alive.
But when he looked in the demons terrified eyes, his swollen cheek, and his fur stained with blood... he saw himself
Which of course was how he ended up with the spider in question asleep on him He turned to look at angel dust, sleeping so... well certainly not peacefully. He was... shivering? Trembling? Both? He heard the demons breath quicken as he thrashed. “n-no please I'm sorry, I won't do it again please stop, Valentino!”
Vox sucked in a breath at the vulnerable display, the logical side of his brain said it wasn’t his problem, but looking at this soul, tormented by the same demons he was, he couldn't help but feel a bit of pity.
Sighing, and knowing he was probably going to regret this, he shrugged off his suit jacket and laid it over him, his fingers lingering on angels back, he gently pressed his hand flush to the demons back, softly rubbing it until he felt the spider under him begin to relax, he ceased his circular movements, but let his hand rest on angels back, he sighed looking out the window at the hotel on the tall hill in front of them
Charlie was freaking out, angel dust had been out for 4 hours past curfew, and hadn’t texted them once, everyone in the hotel (sans Alastor) had tried calling and texting him, to no avail
“w-what if has dead! What if he got kidnapped! What if!” “Babe.” Charlie turned to her girlfriend, Vaggie, who was gently holding her by the shoulders “angels an adult, he can handle himself” Vaggie smiled comfortingly, but it did little to sooth Charlies nerves
“But what if he's hurt!?” Charlie asked, desperation tinging her voice
“Then that's on him kid” husker tiredly interjected “he aint your responsibility”
“But-! wait what's that?” Charlie pulled herself away from Vaggie and went to go look out the window, a sleek navy limo was pulling up the driveway, far too nice for this side of hell
Charlie stepped outside, Vaggie and husk behind her, Alastor was already outside, his trademark grin was tight, and his eyes were narrow
“al... What's going on?” Alastor's grin sharpened “it appears our arachnid friend has caught the attention of another overlord!”
At that moment, the car door opened and Vox, leader of the Vee’s, media overlord and tv demon, Stepped out. But he wasn’t the only one, because in his arms, unconscious, was angel dust.
Vaggie lunged forward, spear pointed straight for vox’s throat, directly under his tv “what are you doing here” she growled
He lifted his head, looking rather uninterested in her threat “well I was trying to return this to you” he said, motioning to angel dust, “but since you clearly don't want him ill just...” he stepped away, a sly grin on his face
“you’d be smart to hand angel dust over” Alastor ground out, his teeth grinding together, his smile tense and forced.
Vox's smile relaxed just a fraction, and he extended angel dust out to Alastor, who tried to pick up the delicate spider demon, but Angel simply curled into vox, holding him tightly, and whispered a single word to him
“stay”
vox whispered back “I can’t” and angels whisper was so quiet he almost missed it “please”
So vox did
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✧ SPIDER BOY!
“King of thieves!”
Warnings- a overweight joke from Richie Abt Eddie’s mom that’s it tho
a/n: back from the dead 🌚 mb this took a whole life time and the next one bouta take as long (hj 🐐
Prologue- troubles of a hero
parts- previous next master post
September 26 1992
the year it all changed for bill denbrough the 16 year old Derry baseball player things had always been a bit bad for bill after 1989 the year he lost his brother, Georgie. Sure he tried to get thru it or forgot about it but is that something you can really forgot about?
“so quarry after school with all of us right bill?” Bills best friend and so called wingman? Stanley said leaning on his locker in the derry highschool halls.
“yeah o-of course s-stan ill be th-there not something id m-miss you k-k-know?” Bill blurted out as best as he could with his stutter in the way at least. Stanley nodded saying his goodbyes to bill and walking off to his next class.
Bill sighed closing his locker and tugging his backpack over his shoulder his legs moving him thru the halls to whatever stupid class he didn’t want to be at. All he needed to do was get thru 1 more class before he could go to the quarry with the only people he really had a personal care for.
reaching his class he went to his seat near the back where he could scout the entire class like a hawk. Bill took out the health book his teacher had been nagging about all month for a coming up project they had to do on the human body.
Students filled the class and took their seats in their respective seats.
Bill didn’t bother to care about who was who he didn’t have any of the losers or his baseball team in this class but he did have someone he… admired.
Y/n l/n, it’s not like he stalked her but he did have all his classes with her so it was a bit hard to miss her especially when she was on the soccer team and played violin for the school strings class but everyone knew that didn’t they?
bill looked up seeing her walk in going to her seat in the row next to him his seat across from hers .he straightened his posture a bit glancing at her quickly before he heard the bell ring and the teacher talking
The bell rang signaling the end of class. Bill looked up from his book before closing it and putting it in his backpack packed with books for his other classes but a soda and chip bag lingered in it for after school.
bill took a quick glance at you who was tieing your hair in a ponytail. He quickly got out of his seat and left class to find Stan waiting in the hall with Eddie. One of there other mutual friends, Stan noticed bill and smiled “ hey bill the others are waiting at the front you ready?” Stan asked looking at bill with a smirk as he saw you walk out the class “o-oh okay l-let’s go t-t-then
Eddie jumped Into their talk as they walked thru the halls “ I heard the quarry had some animals in it like fish you know? What if they have parasites or are carrying something I don’t wanna die I mean what if I get something my mom would kill y-“
Eddie had been cut off by a hand on his shoulder “ don’t be a pussy!we’ve gone for years and how the hell would fish get in the quarry? And I thought you were the smart one you have some competition now Eddie!” Richie stated jumping on Eddie backpack to make him mad.
Stan looked at Richie confused “ how the hell did you even get here Richie?” Richie chirped up “ you could say I’m like a superhero”
bill laughed at his comment “ S-sure r-rich a sup-super hero..”
Bill and everyone eventually got together in front of school and rod their bikes to the quarry they had gone to for years. Some memories good some bad but no matter what it was their spot. The losers spot.
Everyone got off their bikes and Ben put down his bag holding a few snacks from a grab n go near by everyone took off their shoes and clothes they didn’t wanna get wet
Richie screamed
“Last one in the water has to give me 50 bucks!!”
before running onto the tip of the cliff they always had jumped off of to reach the water. His friends followed running and laughing into the water before splashing in.
once everyone came up Eddie had followed being last he frowned but smiled after a second
“ well damn eddie…. Looks like you owe me some money..” he said fakely sentimental
“ rich I’m not giving you shit asshole” eddie laughed back
everyone laughed at Eddie’s remark before mike said “ rich Eddie’s mom wouldn’t even let him near ten dollars let alone 50!”
Everyone laughed even eddie. Maybe 13 year old him would defend her thinking she would know about the awful things Richie has said about her. But 16 year old Eddie know knew his mom was a manipulative piece of shit. Maybe Richie wasn’t exactly the best example to someone like Eddie but god was he happy to have him no matter what, even for helping him realize that.
Richie snickered “ well eddie pay me thru candy or something” eddie fake laughed “ oh please my mom doesn’t let me near that either” Eddie said running his hands thru his hair. Everyone erupted into laughs
Beverly pirched up next to Ben “ Richie it’s not like anyone would pay you you’d probably spend it in the arcade” she said with sarcasm
Richie gasped offfended “ oh please! The arcade is totally a good place to spend my summer! Not like theirs another way that’s any better” he said dragging out the last two words”
After a few hours everyone had got out the water and was resting and talking on some rocks near the water bill was sitting on a rock when Richie said “ alright, this Is getting boring let’s go play tag or something”
everyone nodded agreeing putting their foot in a circle Richie bent down and started reciting “ catch a tiger by a toe” leading to Eddie being the Seeker “ why am I the seeker?” Eddie said disappointed “ because you got picked fair and square germ boy” Beverly said laughing before Eddie sighed and counted hiding his face with his palms as everyone ran bill went south a direction Eddie wouldn’t want to go in because of poison ivy.
Bill ran to a close circle of trees and huddled inside out of breath he sat down on the leaves “this should be fine” he muttered closing his eyes trying to get a steady breath. Bill felt as if the world had gone silent in that moment all he could hear was the water of the quarry and the sound of leaves rustling in the wind he softly put his head against the tree and sighed contently before he jolted his body opening his eyes and slightly lifting off the ground tense at the feeling of pain in his hand
“shit!” Bill whispered hissing at the pain in his hand when he looked down he saw two small circles next to each other almost small dots even like fangs of a spider, bill liked around him hearing leaves softly crunch at whatever had bit him was moving away bill sighed rubbing his hand he knew he should probably stop playing and tell his friends in the case that the bite could be dangerous
Bill stood up holding his hand against a tree for support but when he tried to walk away to go back to his friends he was pulled back against the tree he tried to move again but it wouldn’t budge he was confused “maybe it had sap on the tree? He thought but looking at his hand he could tell the tree was completely dry with no sap
He was scared but he tried to stay calm closing his eyes he sighed trying to calm down his nerves he slowly opened one eye before lifting his hand off the tree he was shocked it worked “okay…” he whispered wiping his hands on his shirt he rolled his eyes walking back towards the quarry
bill continued walking to the quarry thinking about what had happened a spider? I mean it was just a spider righ
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Warning: this is fluffy as hell and super cute. Do not be alarmed.
Somewhere far, far, *far* in the future, around when the boys are in their late-thirties to early-forties:
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Doctor Dumbass MD💜: Hey do you remember during your bachelor party when we were drunk and I called dibs on having kids first?
Doctor Dumbass MD💜: I’m with child.
Leo stared blearily at his phone, his eyes still blurry from sleep and obstructed by Usagi’s fur. He climbed over his husband, groaning as he did, to sit on the edge of the bed and forego replying just to call.
“You are conversing with Donatello.”
“Dee what the fuck did you just text me because I know I didn’t just read what I just read.”
Donnie snorted, “Given your reaction and d-determination to call me at… 2:36 AM, I’d say you r-read it perfectly.”
“Are you-“ he hesitated, searching for words, “pregnant or whatever? Egg pregnant? Laying eggs?”
“Wh-what would your reaction be if I s-said yes?”
Leo stared at the wall, stunned, “Uh- I’d be supportive I guess? But mostly confused as hell. Fuck- I don’t even know if you’ve- do female turtles have egg cycles? And also who the fuck is the other parent? Are you sleeping with someone?”
“Interesting reaction.” Donnie just hummed, jostling his phone enough to make Leo hold his away from his face a bit, “However, r-rest assured, I’m not pr-pregnant. As for your other questions, I th-think it’s funnier if I d-don’t answer.”
“You’re an ass.” Leo groaned, slumped and releasing a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. A furry hand reached out, wrapping around his waist, and he entwined his finger’s with Usagi’s, “So what the hell did you mean by ‘I’m with child’ then?”
Usagi’s ears perked up.
“I’m making a baby.”
Leo frowned.
“You’re… making a baby.”
“Yep.”
“How are you… making a baby?”
Donnie snickered, “Well, you s-see, when a daddy mutant t-turtle gets really bored and lonely-“
“Hate where this is going so far.”
“Shut up. When he’s bored and l-lonely, he conducts a series of morally and ethically d-dubious experiments in a makeshift l-lab definitely *not* full of tech stolen from D-Draxum-“
“Nice.”
“And then he makes a baby!”
“You lost me.”
“You’ll s-see.” Donnie answered cryptically, “Come by tomorrow. Night, S-Sis.”
Leo gaped at his phone as Donnie hung up on him.
“Hun?” Usagi rolled over to him, “You good? Who’s pregnant?”
Leo groaned and set his phone down, looking down at his husband, “I’ll explain on the way to Donnie’s in the morning. I need sleep. Roll back over, I wanna be big spoon.”
—
Leo frowned as they approached Donnie’s place. He and Usagi had left a bit late, but as they came closer they could see their whole family waiting on the porch-front.
“What’s going on?” He asked.
“Dumbass won’t let us in until we’re all here.” Raph answered, pushing himself out of Casey’s lap. He turned to the front door and banged on it, “They’re here, Donnie!”
Mikey sat up from his spot sprawled out on the porch, “Did he send you weird texts early in the morning too? He sent me the “Am I Gregnant?” video three times.”
April laughed, “What? He just asked me to come by in the morning! Why doesn’t Donnie text me weird shit?”
“Because I know you’ll c-come to my house and break down my door.” Donnie’s voice answered electronically through the security system, “Just a moment, dear f-family, I will b-be with you posthaste.”
Leo groaned, “Remember when Donnie was unmedicated and we all thought he was weird?”
Mikey snorted, “Yeah, then you signed him up for a theater class and he decided to make it his new passion project just to spite you.”
Casey laughed, “Fuck, I still get show tunes stuck in my head.”
Usagi chuckled and lightly jabbed Leo with his elbow, “Looks like this is your own fault, love.”
“Ah, the consequences of my own actions.” Leo sighed, “We meet again.”
After a few minutes, the door finally unlocked and Donnie swept it open, “Ladies, G-Gentlemen, and Mikey, welcome to my humble abode. Please, keep your shoes on while entering, my new experiment l-likes to bite.” He turned to lead them through the halls of his house towards the back. He had a small backyard where he grew lots of his own food and had once attempted to raise a chicken that still wandered the streets of his neighborhood. Off to the side was a greenhouse he’d built himself for some of his mad scientist experiments that he couldn’t keep in his weird basement dungeon.
“Enter with caution.” He warned as he unzipped the flap and stepped in, “Watch where you s-step, too.”
“Donnie, this better not be another world domination plot.” April groaned as she stepped into the humid environment.
“Hey.” Donnie turned back, “We all agreed to never t-talk about that again.”
“Don what the hell are you showing us?” Mikey whined, “I love you, bro, but I hate being in here.”
“Fine, fine.” Donnie rolled his eyes, “I will skip the dramatics, but only because Mikey is my favorite for the d-day.”
Leo and Raph gasped, affronted. They both immediately turned on Mikey, throwing simultaneous punches that got him in the arm.
“No fighting in the greenhouse!” Casey shouted, “If I cant suplex a plant, you can’t fight!”
“Th-thank you, Casey.” Donnie nodded and came to the main table in the center of the greenhouse. His voice immediately pitched up as he cooed to one of his plants, “There they are! Hey there, sweet one. Did you have a good nap?”
This wasn’t too unusual for Donnie. He used baby voice on all of his plants, he’d done it since they were kids and had doubled down on it when they’d told him it was super weird.
What was unusual was the plant cooing back.
Donnie lifted up the bundle of green, dusting off some dirt, and turned around to face everyone.
“Family and loved ones,” he grinned, “meet Pasiflora.”
Tiny yellow eyes blinked at them all, looking around and taking in all the new people. Small green hands held onto one of Donnie’s fingers as he nestled them into the crook of his elbow.
“It’s a baby!” Casey gasped, coming forward to crouch and wiggle his fingers at them, “Hello tiny baby.”
“What the fuck?”
“Mikey, l-language.” Donnie frowned.
“Don’t ever say that to me again.”
“Watch. Your. Language.” Donnie challenged him, “I’m holding a baby.”
Mikey glared at him, looking at said baby.
“Donnie, how did you get a baby?” Leo asked, stepping closer to gently touch the kid’s fingers with his own.
Donnie grinned, “I’m so glad you asked! Do you remember when we were kids and I drank that m-mystic mutagen that double mutated me into a g-giant turtle?”
Raph frowned, “Yeah. We had to take you to Draxum and you spent two weeks at his place getting treatment before you finally were turned normal again.”
“I used the same mystic mutagen. I found my old n-notes from then and was able to track down m-more of it. Originally I was just going to mess around with it like usual, try to break it down to determine its components, assess volatility, et c-cetera; but then I was laying on the couch contemplating whether I should call someone to hang out or just watching soap operas all day and I realized: I d-don’t have to do either!” He held up the baby, “And ta-da!”
“You were bored and lonely, so you made a baby?” Leo balked.
Donnie shrugged, “Isn’t that how most babies are made?”
April snorted. She reached out, plucking the baby from Donnie’s arms and expertly laying them in her arms, “Well, they’re certainly cute.”
“Thank you! I used my f-favorite specimen for them.” Donnie cooed at the baby, “Isn’t that right, honey? Who’s a beautiful little laurifolia?” He leaned in and nuzzled his face against theirs, “Widdle water wemon. Pwecious gowden bewwappwe.”
“I will pay you money to never do that again.” Leo grimaced.
Usagi knocked Leo with his hip, “I’ll pay you more than him to keep doing it.”
“Uncwe Usagi is cuwwently winning the competition to be youw god pawent.” Donnie cooed, “Isn’t that wight?”
The baby giggled back, grabbing at his fingers with their tiny hands. They sputtered when he reached in to tickle their tummy, shrieking as loud as they could in delight.
“Damn.” Raph grinned, “Who’d have thought Don would be the first of us to have kids?”
Donnie pointed at Leo, “He knew. I t-told him I had dibs.”
“I didn’t expect you were serious!” Leo shoved him over, scooping up the baby from April, “How was I supposed know you’d go and create this… this…” he trailed off, looking down at the odd little bundle.
They smelled like chlorophyll and their skin was a shade of green that both matched and contrasted his own. There were veins visible on their little arms that were too thin and too spindly to be a creature like them, so uniquely plant-like. Even the tufts of hair on their head were different, looking more like bits of leaf than actual hair.
Even still…
He sniffled and turned to Usagi, eyes wide and almost brimming with tears.
“I want one.”
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I absolutely adore Pasiflora being Donnie’s future baby. He’s gonna raise them in all the ways Splinter didn’t raise him and it’ll be beautiful. He’ll meet some other single parent at the PTA and fall in love.
But that’s a long time from now, so I will immediately be following this up with terrible, painful angst. Be on the lookout!
-Monster Anon 🐗🐗🐗
FHDSAIFLDHAKGLDSKG !!! AUGHAUGDSHG I loved this so much that i waited until i made art for it to post it.. .fasdghuaghdsfsg...
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te sec2ond one
ok so basically i say whar i think about rhythm heavem chatacters. starting with Tengoku brcuase why nawt
readmore ebcuase this posr long as hell!!!!! please work this time
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karate joe: hi kasper the he <3 i wana hug him,
hair vegetables: what Thr fcuk
sarge: idk. attention march
squadmates: petar
air batter AIRBATTERR 💕💞💕💞💕💕💞💕💞💕💕💞💕💞💕💞💞💕💞
space umpire: perpetual smiler
the clappy trio: your sequel stinks!!!! /sillay i love your wigs
sneaky spirits: get bow and arrow'd l plud ratio /j
samurai steve: hi sage hes really cool actual6 #chilling
yokai (the thingies the samurai slices): pe uliar little cratures. up to no good
rats: thr cheese
ms. whiskers: THE FIRST CAT EVER!!!!!!!!!!!
sick beats doctor/dr. cutlery: hes vibing ong. why do you hsve an endless game
thr viruses: leav that litlle guy alone >:(!!!!!!!
yellow organism (sick beats): little guye :) dj yelo
the donpans: theyre all dating your honor
yagura-chan: spiteful luttle child i love her. may she grow up and pan
mahou tsukai: hi rocket The WIZARB!!!! magic autism
ojou-chan: flowers autism
the monster (wizard's waltz): STOP EATING MY PLANTS
pengiuns (showtime): yhe dillays i love them they deerve the worl
monkey (showtime): i just read about him. gonna make him explode now
rabbit: boing boing boing boing boing b
tram and pauline/poline: hi cheese THE FOXES the foxes ever hth foxes ever the
space gramps: i widh he was my grangpa 💔 /j
space dancers: pa-pa-pa-PUNCH! put some respect on my boys plea
q maou: AAGH. AAH. AAHHG. AG
contestant: hi 56 hes. hes jist like me frfr /hj
play-yan: hi sunny i really liek. his uh level. minigame. wharever it s called its like. really calming. unless im Going for a Perfect!
mini chounin (power caligraphy): the dancing dancers
akai mono (polyrhythm): i uh. i dont have anything about these thangs. what
RAPMEN: YO. SANJI DESUKA
urakata aki to ki (bouncy road): my children. i love them. i would Kill for th
spheroids (bouncy road): you have a page? on the rh wiki? what?
ninja and the lord (ninja no shison/ninja bodyguard): augh
toss boys: hi ninety The toss bous. they hehheeh3he hugs ao-kun
yuka: YIPPR YIPEEE YIPEE YIPEEEE YIPEEEOEIRIRJ HI T YUKAIEJEBE ^_^ totally isnt dating a tall tapper shes totally not dating a tall ta /lie
giraffe: dont fucking look at me like that
tanaka (ninja reincarnate): AAHHHHHAHAHAEHRHDSHSHEHD /VPOS I LOVE HIM IDK WHERE THIS LOVE FOR HIM CAME FROM BUT I LOVR HIM
kanojo: ypure in good hands. mostly. (cant get the fast part of ninja reincarnate)
waru mono (ninja reincarnate): w,,ario?? w
soshiSOSHIIIIIIII SSOHIIIIII SOSIIOOII SOSHIII EOSBSISI SHSOHSHSIJSSOSHUSII SHSOOSIUSHISJS SOOHSIIII SOSHIII SSOSHISJEOWSHIWJEOWJWJSJSSJEJESK SOSHSISB SSOSHHS
cosmic girl: Rude™ (/hc). may also be the commander in amrching oerders 2,
cosmic dancers: space dancers HATE THEM! /silly
TH RAPP WOEMNEKENENNE kan sbejebdjeTHR RPA WOMRN THEJEBR YURIIIIIIIII JRIIII YUEIII YUIII!!! YHRIIII hi cheese
MAN-K: mN i lovr him hes so cool dud e whaha
biribiriuo (night walk 2): STOP ELECTROCUTING PLAY YAN 💔💔💔💔
usamimi maki sensei: i love the face she makes whe n i press a button too earlu/late. may also be cosmic girl
space rabbits: ive seen you in waroiware.... pets yu
buta-san (tengoku remix 7): pigy :]
barista: i hc his voice is jasmine wright's from the rh iceberg
people at the café: only (canon) black person in the entire series helooo
neko machine: meow. meow. meow.meow owah owah mah? mah? o-mah? m
honse machien: wha,
love-san: suki (cheering)
mr. upbeat: hi tomano tucking him in giving him a goodnight kiss and a glass of milk <3
mannequin; i wonder what game yoyll be in the futue
anata: hi 56 i love his goofy ass smile go girl give us everything
drum girls: wait whered they come fro
samurai drummer: no way. it Tsunk
samurai drummer's band: i did not know you existed hello??
oba-chan: protect. protect. protect.
pwner: Kill. Kill. Kill Kill. Kill. Kill. Ki
producer: who tf are you? what? wait lemme rrad about yo7 furst
im back. music autism
ok thats all the characters in rhythm tengok!!! thanks for Did yiu read all of tjis? zamn!! congrats dude /gn
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Rick Sanchez X ED Reader
TW: ED
Disclaimer: This is not meant to romanticize ED's, it is meant to be comfort for those who struggle with ED's. THIS FIC WILL NOT BE FOR EVERYONE.
Since your parents died in a tragic accident you moved in with your uncle Jerry and his family, including his father-in-law.
Things were shaky at first between you and the scientist, him hating you as he expected very little from you as Jerry's niece, and you hating him for his overall dickish attitude.
However, over time, you two came to realize there was more than what met the eye in each other and though neither of you would admit it to yourselves, you had developed feelings for one another.
So when Rick noticed your dramatic decline in weight, he became suspicious, watching your every move carefully through narrowed eyes of suspicion, especially around food.
Until one day he decided to finally address his suspicions after believing he had garnered enough evidence. He made his way to your room in the basement and opened up your door without knocking.
"Rick? What are you doing?" You asked surprised to see him in your room.
He casually leaned in your doorway, hands in his pockets, before moving over to your bed and having a seat. He took a swig from his flask and burped before speaking, "S-so, h-how long did you th-think you where going to k-keep this a s-secret for?"
You appeared flustered, "What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on. I-I'm not an idiot, (y/n). You're about as inconspicuous as S-Summer s-sneaking out." There was a brief pause as you refused to speak, feeling a mixture of shame and guilt. "L-Look, y-you don't have to t-talk to me, b-but you c-can't k-keep this up. Y-you're b-body is going to give out e-eventually."
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As the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months, Rick noticed your condition only getting worse. He had ignored your condition himself, knowing you'd only get help when you're ready, but he progressively became more and more enraged by what you were doing to yourself. Anymore, he couldn't stand to look at you because how did this once strong, smart, capable woman become this frail and dazed?
He began to think you're weak, just like Jerry. You do share DNA with him after all. How did you go from being like him, to being like Jerry? Maybe, you were never really like him at all. Maybe you were always like Jerry. He cursed himself for ever allowing himself to fall for someone so incompetent and weak.
"What kind of 'intelligent' life form purposely denies itself the very sustenance that keeps it alive?" He thought to himself.
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One day you were in the garage helping Rick build a gadget, when you dropped a vial, shattering it on the ground, as you fainted and fell on the shards.
You awoke on the sofa, bandaged up with Summer by your side.
"What the hell, grandpa? She could've gotten seriously hurt!" Summer shouted.
"What the hell me? No, what the hell you. It's her own damn fault and y'all are just watching her *burp* get worse every day!" He shouted back.
Just then, Jerry walked in with a sandwich and a banana and offered it to you, hoping to bring your sugar levels back up.
"Oh no, Jerry. That may scare her. Looks like it's too much for her to handle."
"Dad, why are you being so mean to her? Look at the poor girl, she's clearly not feeling well."
Rick looked at his daughter in disbelief. "A-am I really the only one who sees what's going on here?"
"Well, whatever it is, you two better get this straightened out, cause we're a family and we're going to act like one even if it kills us." Beth paused, "Now I'm going to be late for work. When I get back I expect everyone to at least be acting like one big happy family."
Soon Beth and Jerry cleared the room as well.
You sat up and sipped the apple juice box Jerry left on the table for you after checking the calorie content. Your voice was barely a whisper when you spoke, "I'm sorry, Rick. I didn't mean to drop it."
"You think that's what I c-care about?! God, how d-dense are you? Wait, don't answer that. You're J-Jerry's niece, that explains it. I-I can get a million of those vials." He paused, "Do you r-really not see the problem here?" You wearily shook your head 'no' feigning ignorance. "*Burps* J-Jesus, are you really that dense or have you just starved your body to the point it's beginning to consume your brain?"
Your eyes stung with tears. Why was he being so mean to you? You thought you all had moved past this. You thought you may have even had something special. But, no, he's still the same old jerk he was before. You threw the blanket and fled to your room in tears, flinging yourself on the mattress and sobbing into your pillow.
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Later, in the garage, Rick and Morty were working on the gadget again and could hear your sobs from beneath the floor.
"G-Geez, Rick. She sounds pretty upset. D-do you think you should m-maybe, I don't know, a-apologize?"
"Apologize? For what? Her own lack of ability to take care of herself. L-Listen M-Morty, in this w-world i-it's eat or be eaten, a-and she's chosen not to eat, and the n-natural *burp* c-consequence of that is to be e-eaten."
"Jesus, Rick! That's b-brutal!"
Rick shrugged. "It's the l-laws of n-nature."
"Y-you r-really sh-shouldn't be so harsh on her. Sh-she's really sick. Sh-she's tr-trying h-her best you know. G-give her a b-break." He paused. "I-I'm going to go check on her "
With Rick being left alone in the garage, he thought about Morty's words, feeling remorseful for his actions. He set the gadget aside and hopped in his car and flew off.
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It had been a week since anyone had seen or heard from Rick. Beth was becoming concerned that her father wasn't coming back and had abandoned her again and meanwhile you were comforted by Summer and Morty. You had reached out to Rick's friends trying to find out where he is, but to no avail.
You were sitting in your room, watching telly at two in the morning, cuddled with a giant stuffed bear that Rick had won for you at Blips and Chitz when your door swung open.
Rick approached silently and left a bottle of blue liquid on your nightstand and headed back towards the door without a word.
You sat up and looked at him, "What's this?".
"Drink it. *Burp* It'll make you feel better." You continued to stare at him and he realised you weren't going to take a sip without further information. "I-I was t-too harsh on you e-earlier. I-I know your s-s-sick." He paused, "I-I c-can't c-claim *burp* to u-understand what y-you're going th-through, b-but I want you to g-get b-b-better." He paused again. "I-I-It's a s-serum from an al-alternate dimension. I-it w-won't c-cure you, but it's enough to k-keep you physically h-healthy and ease the h-hunger pains w-while we g-get you h-help."
You gave him a soft smile and drank the serum. He gave a soft smile back before putting his hands in his pockets. "I-I'll *burp* be in the garage if you n-need me."
"....Rick?" he turned to look at you and you stopped to think about what you wanted to say to him and all that could come out was, "Thank you."
Disclaimer: This story is written the way it is because I feel like Rick doesn't really care about most things until it's in its later and more dire stages, then he puts his guard up as he feels out of control of the situation, and then he inevitably comes around to acceptance and forgiveness.
#rick and morty#rick sanchez#evil morty#rick prime#morty smith#evil rick#beth smith#beth sanchez#jerry smith#summer smith#tw restrictive ed#pro for me not for thee#tw ana diary#anor3c1a
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You already know I have to drop a little 🗣️ Vex + Ofu. Heavily intruiged :)
((THis is a follow up to this post!))
Vextri, still clutching his injured shoulder, swings the door open.
Hey, []fu? Y[]u get the bandages and sh][t ready?
A voice comes from another room, clearly sounding a little tired.
Yeah... I did... {ome here, I {an help if you want...
The bronzeblood walks in, seeing Ofu sat there, a worried look on his face.
What... what happened? Are you okay? Sit down, and... and...
A bright green tint fills the limeblood's face.
T-take your shirt off, I need to be able to {lean it first...
Vex responds a little dismissively, not as worried as his friend.
]['m fine. S[]me an[]n dec][ded t[] b][te me pretty fuck][n' hard, but ]['ll l][ve.
He lets go of his shoulder, taking off his jacket and then struggling to pull his shirt over his horns.
See? N[]t even that deep. Deep en[]ugh that ][t needs bandag][n', sure, but []nly barely.
Ofuuno flushes even brighter as he looks over the wound, and he fetches a wipe.
Okay... I'm... I'm gonna {lean it up, sorry if this stings...
He starts wiping away at the wound, making sure it's clean as the bronzeblood winces.
I'm sorry! It's... It's going to be alright...
][t's f][ne. Just... get []n w][th ][t.
Eventually, the wound is clean, and the wipe is tossed into the bin.
Okay, so now I need to bandage it...
He picks up the bandages, and begins slowly wrapping up the other troll's shoulder.
So... why did you get bitten?
D[]n't kn[]w. Typ][cal an[]n sh][t, ][ guess. Luck][ly, ][t gave me a chance t[] pr[]perly test my pr[]ject.
Did... did it work?
Sure d][d. Pretty much perfect. []nly th][ng ][ m][ght wanna w[]rk []n ][s the energy eff][c][ency []f the p[]wer cells, but that m][ght be s[]meth][ng t[] get Therus t[] l[][]k ][nt[], see ][f he can f][nd anyth][ng []ut there.
Ofuuno looks at him with a concerned look on his face.
Does that mean you're a{tually sleeping now?
Yeah. Been catch][ng up.
There's a moment of silence before Vextri speaks up again.
[]fu... ][ sh[]uld ap[]l[]g][ze. ][ heard fr[]m s[]me an[]ns that after what happened y[]u were k][nda beat][ng y[]urself up []ver ][t...
You... you what? N-no, if anyone should be apologizing, it's me, I mean, I went way too far there, a-and I shouldn't have brought up what I did...
Well, yeah, but... ][ kn[]w y[]u meant well, and hell, ][t's not l][ke much else c[]ulda g[]tten thr[]ugh t[] me. Y[]u were try][n' t[] help, and ][ just g[]t mad. ]['m s[]rry. ][ g[]t t[][] wrapped up ][n the pr[]ject, and ][ c[]uldn't see that ][t was hurt][n' y[]u.
Vex... {an we... talk about something? I've been... thinking, a lot...
Sure. ]['ll hear y[]u []ut.
Well, uh, when we had that argument... it was really tough for me... it felt like I was gonna lose you, and... and that idea really hurt...
][... ][ c[]uld tell. S[]unds l][ke y[]u were real br[]ken up ab[]ut ][t. Aga][n, ]['m s[]rry, dude.
Vex... I think... I think there's something I need to tell you about.
G[] ahead.
So... for a long, long time now... I've been having pale feelings for you. A-and I hope that doesn't weird you out or anything...
][... ][ see. ][ mean, ][ can't say the ][dea never []ccured t[] me, ][ mean, we've b[]th heard f[]lks th][nk][n' it.
Y-yeah... b-but... gog, should I even be saying this? {an... {an you promise me you won't get mad when I say this?
][ mean, ]['ll try. K][nda hard t[] pr[]mise that s][nce ][ d[]n't kn[]w what y[]u're g[]nna say.
O-okay. W-well, while we weren't talking... I kept thinking, and...
He takes a shaky breath and looks up, making direct eye contact with the bronzeblood.
I... Vex, I'm flushed for you.
Vextri's eyes go wide, and an orange tint creeps onto his face.
[]fu... Y[]u're... Y[]u're fuck][n' w][th me, r][ght?
N-no... I've been thinking about this for a while, and... fu{k, I shouldn't have said anything...
The limeblood goes silent and just focuses on wrapping Vex's wound up.
L[][]k, dude, ][... ][ d[]n't kn[]w what t[] say... ][ mean... ]['ve never th[]ught ab[]ut that, least n[]t any m[]re than ]['ve had t[] the c[]uple t][mes f[]lks had assumed that bef[]re.
Ofu finishes up the bandaging and stands up, starting to walk off.
Well... I should go... hope you enjoy the rest of the night, Vex...
Just as he's about to leave the room, a hand grabs his wrist, stopping him.
[]fu, l[][]k at me.
He turns around, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
][ can't say ]['ve th[]ught ab[]ut ][t, but... That d[]esn't s[]und l][ke the w[]rst th][ng ever. Just... g][ve me a wh][le t[] th][nk ab[]ut ][t, []kay?
You... You don't hate me now?
N[], []fu. ][ d[]n't hate y[]u. ][... ][ c[]uld never hate y[]u. And... ][ kn[]w better than t[] let y[]u g[] s][t and wall[]w ab[]ut th][s. C[]me back ][n here, and... sh][t, ][ dunn[], we c[]uld cuddle unt][l y[]u feel better? ][ kn[]w y[]u l[]ve cuddles.
That... that sounds really ni{e. T-thank you, Vex...
The two sit down on the loungeplank, and Ofu cuddles up close to his now-aware flush crush.
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Context: Back on track with the situation with Candy's return, Spinel and Randy confronted the lawyer who was working for the mare that was suing Spinel, as it turned out he had been working for Candy. But he was only doing so to gain Candy's trust, as he wants to take out the ponies Candy is working with as well as Candy himself. He was once Randy's old law partner but turned his back when Randy hit his lowest point, making Randy unwilling to want to work with him while Spinel meanwhile wants all the help he can get and proceeded to kiss ass in order to get everyone on the same page. Now they are having an argument about this, and later on Spinel realizes that because the lawyer bugged his house for Candy, that Candy probably heard him when he was getting down and dirty. There's also a bit about a letter, Randy received a mysterious black envelope with some dirt on the other lawyer, and he investigated said dirt, which almost made them lose their connection with the lawyer from how angry it made him.
Trigger Warning: Includes a PTSD flashback episode (The events are not described in detail, don't worry)
Spinel's expression stared stern, and it seemed his emotions continued to stay mellow. He just didn't feel like being angry right now. "Why can't you trust me just a little more...?" His ears slowly tucked back, and while he didn't look hurt, he looked disappointed. "Did you forget who I was talking to...?"
“I- It just… felt like you… f- forgot e- everything w- we’ve been through.” He looked over his shoulder at him. “I kn- know it’s only b- been a week since.. since things have e- escalated between you and me… b- but I already f- feel so..” he let out a small hiss and turned away. “.. th- the hell does what I say matter? A- As soon as I c- cease to be u- useful.. y- you’ll just cut me l- loose. C- Cover your b- bases.. minimize y- your losses.” He stared out over the city again, counting the ponies down below.
“.. s- so is that it then?” he looked over at Spinel, an almost frightened look in his eyes. “… Y- You.. tell ponies what they w- want to hear? .. S- So they’ll h- help you a- and respect you?” He turned from the window and faced Spinel fully. “.. i- is that what you’ve been doing w- with me? J- Just.. telling me wh- what I want to hear?”
"..Why is everything I do wrong...?" Tired. Just. He was tired of it. "Do you want me to say sorry? Because apparently if I did, that's just me saying what you want to hear. So what's the fuckin' point...? If I was saying what you wanted to hear then I've been doing a pretty shit job of it, haven't I?" He couldn't deny the fact, but he was under the impression he was doing better at being honest, and this just hurt and made him feel like he was kicked to the bottom of the stairs after making his way up halfway.
“.. S- So.. I’m not s- supposed to be h- hurt then?” Randy ran a hoof through his mane, and furrowed his brow in thought. “.. y- you slept around w- with some pony wh- who br- broke me… a- and I’m just.. supposed to be o- okay with that?” Randy sighed and held the back of his neck. “.. I’m n- not expecting an apology… I j- just want t- to understand. B- Because I f- fail to see wh- what sleeping w- with him ac- accomplished.”
Spinel bit his lip, then moved closer to Randy as he took a deep breath. "You really want to know, or are you just going to take it all the wrong way? I fucked up. I really fucked up. But it was before-- Ugh... I was.. trying to get.. information out of him... the night you wanted me to--" He rubbed his face, "Look.. Into him." He kept breathing, trying to keep his anger at bay. "... And maybe I just felt a little rejected that night because you were so focused on him you forgot about me."
“I..” he sighed and he buried his face in his hooves. “… I needed t- to stop.. hating him. Th- The way I felt about h- him.. i- it was w- was an obstacle th- that was getting in th- the way of m- me helping you.. seeing h- him for the first t- time in years at Sh- Shawl’s house.. th- those n- nasty, h- horrible feelings c- came back..” He looked up at him, his eyes so clear you could see him falling apart inside. “Y- You of all p- ponies should kn- know what it’s like t- to be haunted b- by the shadows of your p- past…” He took a deep breath, and fiddled with his hooves. “Wh- when that letter came, I s- saw it as a w- way to finally v- vanquish th- those demons that h- had plagued me f- for so long.. s- so I could f- focus on h- helping you a- and those kids…”
"...Letter...?" Spinel was taken aback, a little alarmed now, "Randy, what are you talking about? You... You said you were looking in on this on your own!" Now it seemed to be his turn to be upset, the calm hesitation and struggle from before slowly oozing over in to the bitter negatives. "...He told me you were gonna do this. He fucking told me you'd get emotional and fuck this case up because of it and I didn't want to believe him! I really didn't, I tried to find other ways but it was just nothing but him from you after that and all it fucking did was exactly what he said, this whole thing almost went to SHIT and I had to swallow my pride and kiss his ass just to keep this whole godamn thing from collapsing and y--you just- followed a fucking LETTER?"
Randy was frozen. This isn’t what he had intended. He was just trying to move on so he could stop letting his emotions get in the way. He hadn’t realized he had complicated things more than he should have. “I w- was trying to get some cl- closure! I was tr- trying to stop l- letting my feelings g- get in the way!” He felt cornered, and all of the sudden everything had been flipped around; spotlights were on him. Again, it was all his fault. He fucked it all up. This ‘plan’ would have worked if he had had no part in it. He wished he could go back in time, and stop himself from ever getting involved with this mess in the first place.
"Well I hope you fucking found it because this is the last shot we have...!!" He breathed heavily, but the tiredness came back and the anger deflated slowly. He reached over, pulling Randy by the lapels of his jacket so they were nose to nose and chest to chest, his brows knotted together in all seriousness. "If you want me to be honest then from here on out, do the fucking same for me. Because this is bigger than you, and it could blow up at any moment and destroy every single pony involved. Promise me."
Randy stared into his eyes, guilt, shame, and an emptiness overwhelming him. He knew now that he had screwed everything up. All because he let his emotions get in the way. Psychopaths. It was so weird that that word popped up in his mind. Best in the Law business were psychopaths. They did not fear, they did not empathize.. they only focused on the problem, and dealt with it. Randy used to be that way too. They were all numbers on a paycheck as far as he was concerned. But this.. this was an entirely different ball game now that ponies he cared about were involved; and he had very little experience in dealing with his emotions on the job. And more than he ever had before, in that moment in time, he envied psychopaths. “I.. promise…” his voice quivered, and he went limp. There was the familiar sting of tears in his eyes, and he tried to look away. “I d- didn’t mean t- to fuck.. up…” Tears rolled down his cheeks, and swallowed back a sob. “.. I j- just.. w- wanted to h- help..”
"...Me too." Spinel replied quietly, and against all seeming odds, he pulled Randy in to a tight hug. "Who tries to fuck up on purpose.. Seriously...?"
Randy slowly reached up and hugged Spinel back. He buried himself in his neck, and cried silently. After a few moments, he softly pulled away and looked at him. “.. N- No matter wh- what Sp- Spinel.. th- the bottom line is th- that sick f- fuck Candy… i- is going t- to pay. F- For everything.”
Spinel nodded, "That's something I think all three of us can agree on. And then some." He laughed dryly, "Cuz it's not just us huh...? Whistle too. And fuck knows how many others. He's doing something. I don't know what any more. But he's prying into my life and... and..." he started shaking suddenly. The thought of Candy listening to him... And considering what he'd done in that suite since the wires were put in... He looked at the audio devices on the table in horror now, suddenly looking sick and weak. "O-oh f..fuck..."
Randy stared at him for a few moments, confused as to why Spinel looked so scared. “Wh- What..” and then like a freight train, it hit him too. He looked over at the recordings and then back at Spinel, a desperate, frantic look in his eyes. “Y- You don’t th- think th- that H -he—” He looked over towards the front door. “.. Oh s- sweet Celestia on high…”
Spinel gulped dryly. "He said he was editing them. But I don't know how much he edited. I d...did... I....." He felt dirty, and cornered, and it just all started rushing back to him until he couldn't see anything but damp walls, shutter clicks going off in bright flashes. Before he even knew what happened, the table was turned over, anything that could be smashed was smashed, and he was starting to hit his head against the wall, scraping at it and screaming angrily over and over.
Randy stood frozen, deer in the headlights look as he watched Spinel flip the table over. Even when he started hitting his head against the wall, Randy was still petrified. The screaming finally broke through to him, and he rushed over, jerking Spinel away from the wall. He hugged him tightly, holding the back of his head with his hoof, and fought him if he tried to escape.
He didn't fight the hug, but he didn't seem at all comforted by it either. It made him shiver, and he began running little kisses and smooches all over Randy's chest and neck while making very soft whimpering noises with his eyes clenched shut.
Randy softly pet the back of his head, rocking him softly. He didn’t understand why Spinel was kissing him, but he let him do what he needed to try and calm down. That bastard ex partner of his… he had crossed the line. Randy suddenly found himself hating that damn pegasus, but not in the same way as before. Now instead of having been hurt himself, his old law partner had injured some pony he cared about.
After a while, the kisses were more drawn out until he finally went numb and limp for a moment. He jerked up suddenly as reality hit, jaw slacked and slightly quivering. He'd never experienced anything like that before, and he was looking to Randy for answers it seemed. "Wh....what just..." He looked over at the trashed table and objects, confused and trying to piece together what happened.
“.. I- I don’t know…” he said, softly rubbing Spinel’s shoulders and looking at him with concern. “M- My guess is.. y- you’re scared…” He softly pulled him into a gentle hug, and stroked his back. “.. I- I’m scared too.”
"What does that.. .sick... bastard..want..." he took a quaking breath, then did his best to steady himself. He couldn't be mad at the other lawyer for this, he was working for Candy and if he knew anything about working for Candy it was that you never did anything to disappoint him. Ever. He was honestly surprised the guy even bothered to edit what he had, or hell, contact them like this. He too, looked at the door now, taking a deep breath. They were all getting fucked over and played with, and it was all Uncle Candy. He looked at Randy determined but yes, very much scared. "Let's... Let's go back to your place..."
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This one is for OC and JK!!
How much did you guys miss each other when you were separated??
Do you think you can handle separation again? 🥺 Also has jk been more protective of you since then??
Jungkook bites his lip and looks at the fidgety girl next to him.
____ smiles at him, then clears her throat, "He's g-gonna make me answer," She laughs.
The laughter dies down as she says quietly, "I d-don't think I could even des-describe how much it h-hurt," ____ swallows thickly, a faint smile gracing her features when Jungkook reaches over to gently squeeze her hand.
"I h-hated waking up, g-going to sleep, it f-felt like he w-was everywhere but nowhere. I th-think the worst part w-was the fact that I thought he pl-played me the whole time and that I w-was the only one suf-suffering."
The young hitman looks at her sadly and she turns to smile at him, feeling bad that she made him sad.
Jungkook shakes his head, "It's okay, you don't need to reassure me," He whispers, "I'm a big boy, I can handle being sad."
She laughs lightly as he squeezes her hand again, "S-Since you're all grown up, y-you should answer too."
Jungkook sighs with a laugh, "You got me, damn it...um, a lot. I- I missed her a lot. I didn't realize how much I could miss her until she wasn't there, and it hurt like hell knowing that she was in so much pain because of me."
His brows furrow unconsciously, "I hated not being able to explain everything to her. I feel like the only way to describe it physically is like someone stabbing you in the heart repeatedly. It sounds cheesy, but it's true. I don’t think I can describe what it did to me mentally."
Jungkook bites his lip in thought then he looks at ____, "The way you described it was perfect. It was like you were everywhere but nowhere at the same time. It was horrible, I don't even want to think about it. I'm just grateful Tae and Jimin kept us alive," He lets out a sad chuckle.
____ smiles sadly and nods, "Y-Yeah...to answer y-your second question, I d-don't think I could handle it. N-Not under those circumstances at least. I don't l-like it when he leaves, b-but I'm not completely dep-dependent on him, ya know?"
Jungkook nods at her words, "I agree. I do get extremely nervous though, that she's going to have a seizure and I won't be there to help her. It hurts and makes me anxious, yeah. But I don't feel like I'm gonna die."
A moment of silence passes, then Jungkook speaks up again, "If I don't see her for longer than a day, I throw a hissy fit."
A laugh bursts out of ____'s lips at his words. She puts a hand over her mouth to contain it, but Jungkook just shakes his head, a huge smile on his lips at the sound of her laughter.
After a second to compose herself, ____ wags a finger in Jungkook's face, "D-Don't make me laugh, I almost p-peed my pants."
Jungkook bites back his own laugh at her choice of words.
____ puts a hand to her chin in thought, "Is h-he more protective of me...? D-definitely-"
"Hey now, isn't that my question to answer?" Jungkook huffs, cheeks bright red at being exposed.
____ looks at him, eyes wide, "No! They a-addressed it t-t-to me!"
Jungkook crosses his arms and sinks down into his chair, his mood darkening like a little rain cloud.
____ shakes her head and rolls her eyes, "Ignore him, h-he's just being a little b-baby. He is d-definitely more pr-protective, not that he wasn't before, b-but he will randomly take my h-hand and he keeps looking at me like I'll d-disappear any second."
Jungkook harrumphs, "I do not-"
"Sh-should we ask Tae?" ____ counters.
Jungkook sinks further into his chair, "Whatever," He mumbles.
____ makes a face at his grumpiness, "Y-You can say so-something embarrassing about m-me if you want? If it w-will make you feel better-"
Before she can even finish, Jungkook is sitting up and he's got a troublesome smirk on his stupidly handsome face, no longer wallowing in his rage.
"____ makes these cute sounds whenever I kiss her-"
"J-Jungkook!"
"She'll never admit it, but she was really nervous the first time we made out and kept-"
"Yah! W-We promised we'd n-never talk about it!" ____ slaps her hand over his mouth.
Jungkook is about to pull her hand away when she hisses lowly, "S-Say another word and I'll t-t-tell them about what happened th-the morning after that night-"
Jungkook snatches her hand from his mouth, "Well, it seems like we're all out of time, sorry. Thank you for the questions!"
____ shakes her head at him before smiling, "Yes, th-thank you! I hope our a-answers were w-want you wanted."
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ROWAN DELACOUR.
Wrong.
BRowan was not wondering if they should be worried about his mother. He was telling Celeste straight up his mother she should be worried. She’d get it soon enough when they started to teach each other about one another’s lives and it got to Bayden’s turn to school up Celeste on what his life was really like. She had no clue what she was in for and Bayden was going to get so pissed off if she fucked up anything when it came to his mother. That was going to be the line cross of all line crosses. He sacrificed his whole life for that woman and Celeste messed it for him now he would die inside. Absolutely die.
“If you weren’t dating then who the fuck is Princeton? Just stop with the flowery cryptic talk already. You know I hate that stupid shit.”
Destroy someone?
“Dramatic much? All we did switch into some Freaky Friday shit. We’re fine.”
Phone drama.
“You know damn well I need the one that Briarcliff issued you until the moment I check out and I didn’t say I was. So, I need it no matter what your little special powers are, okay?”
BRowan really didn’t seem interested in pursuing and playing around with all their new powers. One would think they would be, but for now they were stuck on more important things to them. They never wanted power, but they might eventually figure out it’s useful.
Oh, she was absolutely afraid of Montgomery fucking Wardeyn. She was or she wouldn’t be worried about being found out. She wouldn’t be worried about being shoved in a soul box. The girl was no elite sorceress or almighty power like Monty. If she had any control of herself she wouldn’t choose to live in an asylum. If she suddenly became one that would only make her look less intelligent. You can’t be a super awesome overpowered person and trap yourself in such a dumb situation and it still be a believable situation. The girl lived in complete fear all the time unless she just talked too big for her britches. Bayden would never buy into any of that sort of thought process if he ever heard it. Then he did. She said it out loud.
BRowan rolled her eyes. “Then you’re an idiot because you should be, but thank you for playing along.”
Then out came the options.
BRowan kept blinking at all her ideas.
“Okay. Okay. Stop. Wait. Wait right there. Are you being sarcastic? Revenge trope. Revenge for what? Why the fuck would I want my sister in my body? Are you saying these are viable options? You would be willing to double switch? That means going back to our normal selves and then just go back this which you clearly don’t approve of. You looked so angry at me. I mean… “
They chuckled a little pointing out how much of a hypocrite they were after all this time if they weren’t being sarcastic.
“After all the don’t touch me bullshit? Now you want to touch on purpose and then touch AGAIN on purpose and DO IT AGAIN, which means we’d seriously be doing this by choice then, and for no other reason but… fun? I’m not even sure. You’re saying this as if you already can control it and just make all those options happen, like it’s no biggie. If all those options were so easy then you’ve been acting like this is such a big scary situation and making a big deal out of it for no reason. You’re literally telling me right now we can switch back whenever we want to. Yes or no? What makes you so willing to play all of all sudden when you’ve been an uptight bitch about it all this time to the point you never even told me, even cut your damn hair to avoid me?”
“Your options don’t make sense and are confusing the Hell out of me. Why would I want any of that? Truly
IGNORANCE is b l i s s, right? For Bayden anyway. Despite there uneasiness, they felt a slow flame of anger burning in there chest. They were confused about a lot of things right now, but they were not confused about how they felt right now.
Worried was HARDLY the e m o t i o n they were feeling. No. It was anger at Bayden, there wariness taking it’s grip, there unease scratching the surface, the hostile mocking attitude && thoughtless shit-planning with not a damn outcome in sight — they were HARDLY w o r r i e d.
What they couldn’t imagine is were all this was coming to. What this was leading to be. Bayden wanted them to act like him. Be him. Acting like Bayden for a short period of time is ONE t h i n g. However, how long would Bayden think this could last? How long does Bayden think this would work? What ever was happening was madness.
Truly && honesty they were not BAYDEN.
They knew from experience what it felt like, after all, deceiving at face value but it’s honestly different in Bayden’s case. They didn’t feel anything when they thought about it except ANGER that they are making the same damned m i s t a k e s they did in the past. Only very differently. There is only so much they can do as acting in Bayden’s place before it all falls apart.
As much as they are not a W a r d e y n.
They weren’t sure what was going on with Bayden, but they needed to. They cared for Bayden, far more than they should after seeing this side of them. As it all comes down to all that expectation && responsibility forcibly depended on them. Not anyone else, just them, or it’s over.
&& they never really COULD b e a Wardeyn.
&& yet there’s only one thing that can blind someone as smart as them. Caring. The fact that they cared enough to play along into this FUCKING m a d n e s s of there’s was really weighing on them. They just caught feelings for someone they wish they haven’t.
They had enough STRESS in there l i f e already. Taking a deep silent breath as there brain worked hard to organize each of there thoughts in a body that sends paroxysms of throbbing pain in the head. Pushing forward regardless of the headache. They thought the many various outcomes to each situation could bring && have some half-baked backup plan. As they spent mulled over there ideas in flustered agitation, counting for each possible calamity, which there were to many.
They only worried for the person they cared for, who was clueless to the out of control mess in front of them.
“ENOUGH already.” Barely having control as there frustration slipped a little. “Just d r o p it Bayden!” They should have never brought it up in the damn first place! What more was there to say after saying the same thing? Clarifying. Back to the beginning line — he’s GOOD k i d.
Yet that kind of thinking on Bayden end breeds disaster && destruction. “Yeah? Nothing to worry about then.” Everything was far from fine but as the situation was out of there own control. Whatever Bayden was avoiding — whatever was going on with them. What space Bayden needed. They still stayed six feet away from them regardless. The support Bayden needed, however irrational it was. They gave it to them.
“A h,” it was all coming back to them as It had been quite some time nearly forgetting. There was a tense unhappiness as they felt a pang in there chest like something getting broken or becoming soft as they just stared at the ceiling. It get’s harder && harder to breath. Let alone think anymore as they weren’t sure anymore. Constantly being compared to Rowan. Again. && again. Monotonously explaining “I yeeted that over the Briarcliff fence my second day being here.” Before they even knew each other. There was no point in having one, as there was still no point in having one. “DR. W a r d e y n was warned.” Not that that made it any better.
Nobody really has everything figured out, no, but they changed. They lost half of themselves, && can’t bring themselves to connect to that side of themselves anymore that held on. They weren’t a person of many regrets. They were a person of so much guilt. The lives they ruined && very well wrecking? They never regretted the existence of themselves. . .until right now. It’s worse when it doesn’t matter who they where or who they used to be — maybe Bayden’s actions where right. If they hadn’t been SELFISH, they would have never met e a c h o t h e r. If they never met EACHOTHER, Bayden wouldn’t be in this fucking m e s s.
They didn’t fear Montgomery Wardeyn, what they once had feared before, now is a place they feel they deserve to be. Look what’s happening around them? It’s happening all over again but terribly different && they are having strong negative opinions of there very existence. Again. Hurting someone they cared about. It’s happening all over again. Alienated. The very thought of there vain && conceited existence made there heart clench painfully in there chest. The spiral of emotions was too much pressure Too much to deal with. Being really alone in this. They pushed it down, burying it for now.
“There’s no reason for me to be scared of your sister Bayden. Not anymore at least.” Shifting. No longer laying on there side as they laid on there back as there was a silence.
“SURVIVAL.” It was just one word that corrected Bayden, that filled the silence in the room. Closing there eyes, as they all have that feeling time to time. Where life gets to tiring && there’s even a point in there lives where they may even ask, should they just give up?
Tired of this life, tired of the burden they carry on there shoulders. Today, they lost half of themselves, but what about next time? The time after that? They have always been trying to understand the meaning of PAIN. The answer. . .p a i n of losing someone that only left the best memories to live on.
They don’t get to choose what STAYS && what g o e s. That’s the nightmare in it all. It’s a hard choice to make, but it couldn’t be helped.
“What do you want me to say?” The hopeless reality that they should be afraid of his sister? That if all fails just give up? Give in?
“It doesn’t fucking matter. It could be over for ME, but it doesn’t have to be for y o u.”
“Regardless of how perfect we are in each other’s roles Bayden, I CAN’T just pretend to be y o u forever.”
“You’re sister, more or less likely will know somethings off. If not NOW, then l a t e r. I’m not a WARDEYN, but y o u are. Putting Monty’s soul in you’re body, && putting you’re soul in Monty’s at least keeps you together && better off. If you don’t want to try any other way.”
“I have no doubt not everyone adores you’re domesticated turkey of a sister in that school. In the cross confusion another’s name would be bound to come out, that has some vendetta, or jealousy, or hatred, or crazy conspiracy she has against you’re sister. If you put it out there, it’s believable. It you put it out someone was trying to harm her, it’s believable.” It bought time. Time that Bayden needed for whatever reason they needed. Was it reversible. . . they had no clue.
“If I FAIL. Well I f a i l.” They die. They’ll obviously die rEgArDlEsS. If they succeed? It’s no victory. They lose, it’s not just the rest of themselves, it’s everything && that’s just the damn same as dying. “What choices do I have? It doesn't matter if I’m scared or if I can’t stand the idea of it because now you’re involved && it makes everything different because of you. I don't matter, all that matters is if it works." If. Could work. Might fail. Die by trying or die by doing nothing. “I’ve got EVERYTHING to l o s e.”
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Odds, split between Kai and Nebale
Kairos:
Biggest pet peeves? How much do they annoy you? Are they bad enough to be a deal breaker if someone you were interested did them?
"...th=r= ar= a gr=at many things which annoy m=. but i doubt that annoyanc= would b= th= 'd=al br=ak=r' in a pot=ntial r=lationship..."
3. What are your turn on’s turn off’s?
"this qu=stion is a 'turn off'."
5. What if your least favorite and favorite parts of your body? Any feature you pride yourself on? Then least favorite would you change it if you could?
"hmh. my l=ast favorit= is no doubt obvious. th=s= awful scars and th= gaping fucking hol= in my fac=. if i could go back to a tim= b=for= i got th=m, i would in a h=artb=at. what=v=r it cost m=."
"...i would hardly call it prid=, but i am satisfi=d with my physiqu=. my hair as w=ll, at l=ast th= l=ngth of it. i would rath=r b= allow=d to hav= it cov=r my fac= mor=."
7. What is your least favorite food and why?
"...i hav= =at=n m=als on par with dog shit for sw==ps on =nd. anything is b=tt=r on that..."
9. What are any tics you might have? Any nervous habits?
"...again, no."
11. What is your earliest memory? Is it a happy or a sad one.
"...n=utral. i r=call lying on my back in th= moonlight, und=r th= tr==s in th= for=st n=ar wh=r= i hatch=d. my lusus was lying b=sid= m=..."
13. If you could have any super power what would it be?
"...shap=shifting, i suppos=. if only to fix on= probl=m of many..."
15. What would you do with the ability to see ghosts? Would they scare you or would you be interested in them?
"...i can s== th=m. th=y ar= of no cons=qu=nc=, usually."
17. How good a liar are you? How often do you lie to others.
"th=r= is no n==d for m= to li=."
19. How far would you go to be perfect? Are you ok with flaws?
" i am d==ply flaw=d r=gardl=ss of my =fforts. i hav= no r=cours= but to b= 'okay with it'. th=r= is no point to putting particular =ffort towards th= vain goal of p=rf=ction."
21. How much do you sleep? What is your typical night time routine?
"...four hours...mayb= fiv=, if i am lucky. if i hav= any =n=rgy aft=r work, i cl=an, soak my gills, brush my hair and t==th, and go to b=d."
Nebale:
23. How good are you with choices? Is it easy to make decisions or do you struggle with them?
"I can't think of the last decision I fuckin' struggled with."
25. What is the worst thing you’ve done to someone? Do you regret it?
"I don't keep track of that shit. I've killed people in some brutal fuckin' ways. At least I'm fucking quick about it, I don't like hearing trolls screaming."
27. How good are you with computers? How much do you use them in every day life?
"I haven't touched a computer in fucking sweeps. I think since I had to make a goddamn resumé to apply to some fucking job."
29. If you knew you had less then a sweep left to live how would you use it?
"Fuck, I dunno. Maybe I'd find some crazy suicide mission and die on that instead."
31. Which would you prefer you dying before your loved ones, or them dying before you?
"I'm a fucking violetblood. Pretty much all the people I know are probably going to die before me."
33. What are your stances on the spectrum?
"Fuck that noise."
35. If you were empress for a day what would you do?
"Heh. Kill all the highbloods, 'Cept for the mutants. Just for the hell of it."
37. What do you fear loosing most? A possession, your senses, loved one, ect?
"My life."
39. What is your biggest dream in life and how far would you go to obtain it.
"I don't bother with that bullshit."
41. Are there any people in your life you miss? What would you do if you could see them again?
"...."
"Yeah, there are a lot of people it might be nice to see again. I don't know. I'd tell 'em 'hey'."
43. Do you consider yourself a material troll? If giving up every thing you owned meant eternal happiness would you do it?
"I've had to do that more times over than I can fuckin' count and it never brought me eternal happiness or whatever. It was just fucking inconvenient."
#switching voices from kai to nebale is rough sdhfhghsdfh#kairos ic#kairos mikari#kairos answers#nebale ic#nebale kaivis#nebale answers
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The journey to Doma was hard, Mazi stumbled every now and again, her mind playing through all of the possible scenarios that could happen once her and Naja arrived at the location where her torment had started. She let out a sigh looking at the red hair miqo’te in front of her, how upset would she be? She’d ask once safely in Kugane, she had decided as they walked towards the boat that this would be for the best. She just hoped Naja would see it that way.
Once in Kugane, sat on one of the many benches littered throughout the entrance she turned to Naja letting out a deep breath “N-Naja, t-two things'' she mumbled sitting up straight, she moved her bag from her side to her lap, searching through it to find the tin she had been so kindly given, “F-First, I-I want you to have one o-of these, j-just to be e-extra safe.” she paused holding out her hand with one of the potion filled capsules in it.
"...You suuuuure, Mazi? W-what if I drop theeem or lose them?" Naja held the capsule in her hands like she would handle a small bird or something very precious but fragile. She shook her hand and nodded, looking Mazi in the eyes. "Nooope, won't do that..it's important, like you are Maaaazi.."
“An-And…” she cleared her throat, nodding and glancing at her anxiously. It was now or never. “I-I’m… n-not going t-to be taking o-one right away. I-I want answers N-Naja, I-I w-want t-to know why h-he did this t-to me. I-I w-want t-to know i-if i-it’s p-possible f-for me t-to eat normal p-people f-food w-without t-the e-extra h-hassle….I-I w-want t-to know i-if my e-eye w-will ever g-go back t-to normal, a-and w-why t-those t-tattoos showed u-up l-last night.” she rambled trying her best to explain herself and her thoughts to her best friend. She knew it was probably a bad idea, but the idea of answers to all of her questions pushed at her mind constantly. If she did kill him, she’d never have them.
Naja looked at Mazi with a mix of wonder and fear. "...Maaazi, you don't gotta be so braaave..but..okay...I'll maaake sure..I'll maake suuure..."
She nodded and reached into her bag again, a lump formed in her throat as she took out a vial of golden liquid. She held it out to Naja to also take “I-If… th-things take a turn f-for the worse, make me drink this. I-I t-trust your j-judgment.” she mumbled blinking. She trusted Naja with her life, it was no lie.
Naja remembered what Doku had said about the potion and sniffled. "...Mhmmm...not gonna let you faaall...not even a sliiiip....Naja will be there."
She nodded, tears were threatening to spill, she was terrified. The thought of letting her tormentor into her body again and him winning the fight made her entire body shake “N-No m-matter w-what I-I’ll f-fight. N-Need m-more g-grand schemes…” she sniffled and trailed off forcing a shaky smile onto her face.
Naja put a hand on Mazi's head. "...J-just like yoou trust me Mazi...I truuust you, okay? You're suuuuper brave, suuuuper strong...an-an-and we'll be able to haaave more schemes and...eat all kindsa tasty food...and..everything best friiiends do together."
Mazi had nodded letting out a deep sigh “L-Let’s g-get th-this o-over with s-so we c-can g-go back.” her voice had gotten stronger as she stood adjusting her bag so it was resting securely on her side.
After this they had been quiet, Mazi’s thoughts racing as they both headed for Doma, to the collapsed remnants of what used to be her own personal living hell. Doma was still as she had remembered it, the remnants of old Garlean bases and structures still looming in the not so great distance. But people seemed to be doing well for themselves and thankfully the tigers and other wilderness had left them well enough alone. By the time they had gotten to their destination it had fallen to dusk.
“R-Remember N-Naja, h-he has t-to bite me i-in or-order to p-possess m-me,” she whispered softly hiding behind what looked to be a newly built hut “N-No m-matter what h-he does…y-you h-have t-to st-stay here un-until N-Niseh c-collapses t-to the g-ground.” She had tried to keep her voice steady and put on a brave face.
"...I.." Naja lowered her head, clenching her fists. A moment passed and Naja looked up, giving Mazi a big grin. "I woooon't mess it up Maaaazi..gotta maaake sure this happens...so...you can be the Maaazi you wanna be."
She nodded, forcing a shaky smile onto her face “I-I t-trust y-you N-Naja, t-the o-other h-half to o-our sh-shared b-brain c-cell.” she snickered “B-Be b-back s-soon o-okay?”
"Baaack soon..mhmm..then we can go hooome..and do all that stuff...with a new frieeeend." Naja tried to laugh but only a little noise came out. "Love you, Maaazi."
Mazi blinked back the new wave of tears threatening to spill “L-Love y-you t-too N-Naja...” she whispered. She could feel her heart shattering at Naja’s reactions. She didn’t want to make anyone else sad. But she needed to focus. Mazi steeled herself, turning her back to Naja and walking towards the pile of rubble that still lay there. Memories had flashed through her mind with each step she had taken and she had tried her best to let it fuel the hatred and not the fear. She had to be strong.
“Well, well, well…” a new voice called out ringing through the deadly silence in the eves air “...look who finally decided to come out of hiding.” Mazi inhaled sharply, her eyes pinning themselves on the new figure appearing from on top of the rubble. “Took you long enough, little devil.” the new voice had sneered. Mazi’s feet carried her a few yalms away, keeping her distance for now she eyed Niseh - No, The man in the mask warily.
“W-What d-do you w-want?” she called out, cursing the shakiness in her own voice, her arms crossed close to her chest for some sort of comfort.
“Tsk. Tsk.” he sneered glaring at her. Her fur stood up on end, she remembered that glare. Every time something didn’t go his way, every time a punishment was in order. “That’s no way to talk to me, I thought I had that beaten out of you.”
“I-I’m n-not the sc-scared f-fox I-I w-was.” she mutters back “W-What d-do you w-want?” she tried again. This was fine. He wasn’t doing anything yet, she had time. Or so she thought, she moved to take a step back, watching as he moved Niseh’s body towards her. Hopping down off of the pile of rubble, Mazi could see the raised eyebrow the closer they came to her.
“Clearly your freedom has made you disobedient.” he scoffed “Easily fixed.” Mazi let out a gasp as another wave of dizziness washed over her. Not now. She couldn’t stop her body from falling closer to the ground, luckily she was able to catch herself, partially. Her right hand reached up to try and quell the dizziness. This wasn’t the damn time for more problems and now she had a disadvantage - She was kneeling in front of the bastard, down on one knee.
“Curious….” The man in the mask had trailed off watching the display in front of them “...the seals placed on you are fading, that means my time is running out.” he muttered thoughtfully. Mazi glared standing “Y-You p-put those m-marks o-on me?! W-Why?!”
Niseh let out a sigh pondering over the little fox below her “Because…little fox, you would be too strong without them, too uncontrollable, defiant…” he trailed off seething as he leaned down “and you’d remember everything. I can’t have that little fox. Now.” Mazi was at a loss for words as she glared daggers at him, her claws grew as she let out a hiss but she didn’t move. She wouldn’t hurt Niseh and they both knew it.
She couldn’t help the squeak that left her as Niseh’s left hand wrapped itself around Mazi’s neck, her hands were instantly on theirs trying and failing to pull it away as she was lifted slightly off of the ground. Her heart was pounding against her rib cage in fear as she glanced towards the other hut, she hated this. Her ears pinned themselves to her head “It’s time for a new vessel little devil” he muttered in Mazi’s ear her right hand reaching up to discard the mask on to the ground “Niseh will be fine, she was nothing more of a tool to get to the true prize.” he chuckled, tilting Mazi’s head to the side.
“Still so weak and pitiful, you truly haven’t learned anything.” he taunted, leaning down. He wasted no time biting Mazi and Mazi let out a whimper in fear as the all too familiar tingling sensation slithered its way into her mind. She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stay in control, she would prove the bastard wrong.
“Tsk. Futile little fox” a deep voice rumbled from the depths of her mind “you have no chance of stopping me.” she felt the warmth of Niseh’s body leave her back as they both fell to the ground. Mazi down on one knee, Niseh unconscious on the ground behind her. Mazi clutched her head breathing heavily as she tried her damnedest to stay in control there was no way in hell she was going to let him win this fight. A pair of familiar boots appeared to stand in front of her. They stayed there in silence. Mazi fighting the onslaught of names the man in the mask continued to throw at her. Trying his damnedest to find some crack in her thought to be weak defenses.
“You can’t do this forever, you will slip…” he had seethed as Niseh started to stir, letting out a groan from beside her “and when you do I’ll kill everyone you love.” it echoed through her mind and she couldn’t wait to get her answers to kill him for good. To be done with such a waste of aether it was going to be bittersweet and she’d enjoy every damn second of it. “Y-You w-won’t t-touch th-them, o-over m-my dead b-body.” she had gritted back at him, outloud.
Niseh had awoken a few minutes after letting out a startled gasp as she looked between Mazi and Naja “...he’s…gone…?” her brows furrowed as she watched the two of them carefully. Mazi shook her head groaning as he had sneered another threat at her “I-In m-my head…” she gritted out standing on shaky legs. “C-Can y-you st-stand?” she questioned hesitantly.
Niseh nodded a worried expression coating her face as she looked over at her adopted sister “Most likely?” it had come out as a question as she moved to stand on her own two legs for the first time in months. Her limbs felt heavy, but she managed as the three of them headed back towards Kugane “Where are we headed?” she asked curiously.
“Homeless are we little fox?” the man had sneered chuckling in Mazi’s mind again, she had had a permanent sour expression on her face the entire way back. “D-Don’t kn-know.”
"Mmm..gotta plaaaaaace...not the niceeeest...but it's better than nooothing." Naja muttered. "Buuut, it's kindaaaaa like hooome...at least when Maaazi visits."
Mazi smiled, nodding she liked the progress Naja had made on her place, it felt comfy. “L-Long a-as th-there’s n-no b-baths in-involved.” she mumbled back teasingly “I’ll kill the redhead first.” he called in her mind again. That removed her smile, her fists clenching yet Mazi was quick to cover it up. They made the trek back to Naja’s quietly, the man didn’t stop the entire way and Mazi for the first time in weeks felt exhausted. At the front gates of Naja’s place she had collapsed, the world around her fading out as everything went dark.
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The Brother’s Reaction to MC having a Nightmare
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Lucifer
Whether you started the evening snuggled up under his chin or all alone in your room, he’s an extremely light sleeper since he’s got to keep an ear out for Mammon being stupid at 2 am
So when you start to move restlessly and/or whimper and cry, naturally he’ll awaken and see what the issue is
Lucifer will sit up and gently rest a tentative hand on your trembling shoulder, so as not to startle you
His presence only seemed to make it worse! Your tears got bigger and your cries got louder, your breathing became more uneven until you woke with a start, your own shrill scream scaring you into a frightened, crying ball in front of him
Boi is at a loss…
Was this his fault?
“MC, darling, what has gotten into you? Are you alright?”
“L-Lucifer?” You whimper, watery eyes roving aimlessly in the darkness “L-L-Lucifer?! Where are-”
Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, he reassures you: “I’m here, right here princess,” “I’ve got you, it was just a dream MC... nothing to worry about.”
Strokes your head, smoothing your rumpled hair and supporting your back while you hide your puffy, tearstained face in his collar and cling to him for dear life until you calm down
You’re still shaking when the usually stiff demon presses a kiss to the crown of your head and begins to rock from side to side, murmuring gentle, reassuring words in your ear
“Nothing can hurt you as long as you’re in my arms, MC.” “Deep breaths my love, deep breaths…”
Mammon’s vivid scary stories before bed had obviously been a bad decision, Lucifer decided as he dabbed your cheeks with a kleenex
his poor, sweet human having nightmares about silly campfire tales…
How endearing, yet upsetting
He’ll carry you to the kitchen bridal style and hold you close after getting you a glass of water, then carry you back to bed and tuck you safely against his broad chest for the rest of the night making a mental note to hang Mammon upside down from the banister the following morning
Mammon
He woke up from his dream about goldie who had read “∞” on the ATM and opened his door in answer to the frantic knock to find his favorite human crying
You rushed into his arms, burying your face in his chest to hide your shuddering sobs, nearly sending the now blushing Avatar of Greed off balance in your haste
“Jeez, human! Wha… What happened? Why’re ya crying like that?”
No, like seriously, plz stop crying babie or he’s gonna cry too
Returns the hug, holding MC firmly as he regains his footing and manages to shut the door behind you
“MC, sssh, I’m right here! You don’t hafta worry, ok? Luckily you’ve got the best demon on the job to make ya feel better! Hug me as hard as ya need, ok?”
*forehead and cheek smooches*
Lets you curl up in his lap until you can talk to him without stuttering or choking on tears
Holds you the whole time, almost as if he’s afraid to let go for fear you’ll cry again
“Bad dream? What was it about?”
“Th-Those characters from Levi’s horror game w-were eating you alive and I c-couldn’t move!” You whimper tearfully, “You were begging me for help a-and I couldn’t do anything to save you from them because every time I moved th-these ropes got t-tighter around my neck a-an-”
First of all, he’s horrified that Levi showed you those games when he knew they gave you nightmares. Unfortunately, you had to if you didn’t want to be called a normie for the billionth time that week
Second, he, the great Mammon, begging a mere human for help? Yeah right
Even though he knew in his heart of hearts that that would definitely be the case
“They’re not real, remember that. And if you still think those freaks are lurking in the dark, come find me and the great Mammon will protect you!”
You can't help but giggle and hug him more tightly, knocking him back onto his pillow
Neither of you felt like moving, so Mammon pulls the sheets up over your shoulders and you snuggle together until the morning comes
At the breakfast table, Mammon doesn’t hesitate to screech at Levi for giving you nightmares while cradling your tired, sleep-deprived body against him
Leviathan
Doesn’t hear MC’s knock at first, he’s too absorbed in the 14th episode of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible
As the knocking gets louder and more frantic, the otaku finally notices and pauses the anime, goes to the door and opens it a tiny bit
Just enough to see the teary-eyed MC, hugging their waist in discomfort, shivering in fear, and looking left and right down the hall for danger
“... Yeah?”
“L-Levi? C-Can I come in? *sniff* I just had a really scary dream-”
“I-uh… Ummm I g-guess,”
He lets you in and on a whim, places a tentative hand on your back
He expected you to push him away, but when you choked and rushed into his half-open arms and buried your face in his chest, leviachan.exe has stopped working
EXIT
What was he supposed to do with his hands?!?!??
MC was crying and he was just standing there like a normie? Wh… WhAt wOULd HenRy dO?
“MC, h-hey, it cant’ve been that bad… here, um let’s s-sit down a-and you can talk to me. Sound good?”
He feels you nod and leads you to his large gaming beanbag chair and you get squooshed against his side, shivering and sniveling, but warm and safe
Levi dries your face with the edge of his shirt and after a few moments of comfortable silence, you begin to explain your dream
The slimy creatures scaling the walls of the House of Lamentation with their slimy entrails dripping whitish goo in their wake. Eight spindly legs to each monster, sixteen sinister red eyes, and countless rows of gleaming fangs ready to take a chunk out of anyone who came too close
They managed to get into the house and they chased you and the brothers, but the otaku had tripped over a fallen suit of armor and a spider creature made its move before he could get away
At that point, you’d woken up absolutely terrified and rushed to see if Levi was ok
“But you’ve played horror games with me and we watched My Sister and I Found a Spider and Took It Home, Realizing Soon After it Was a Demon Who Eventually Escaped From the Glass Jar We Used for a House and Ate Our Toes, Transporting Us To Hell Where We Were F-”
“Yeah… I know… B-But it wasn’t that bad. I was reading one of the books Satan recommended. It was a really well-written horror story and it had very realistic pictures. I just can’t seem to get those gross monsters out of my head:(”
Your voice slowly trailed off and Levi realized what he had accomplished
You… You weren’t crying anymore!!
Also, you weren’t breathing really hard or shaking too much! Had… had this yucky otaku really calmed the human down?
*gasp* he was rubbing your back too!? And you hadn’t slapped his icky hands away?
You… you were ok with this? B-Being all snuggled up together on the beanbag chair?
“L-Levi, I-I’m ok now. I’ll leave you alone… I hope I didn’t wake you up…”
“N-No!”
“Something wrong?”
“No… I-um,” (he couldn’t let you get away now! This was perfect! He had you all to himself!! No WAY was he gonna screw this up!!) “You c-can stay a little longer if you’d like… I-I was in the middle of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible… Do you maybe want to stay and watch?”
“You don’t mind? I don’t want to intrude-”
“No! It’s fine!”
And so he fumbled with the remote and hit the play button, but couldn’t focus on a single word the protagonists were saying
You. Fell. Asleep.
On. Him.
Uh
“Maybe… Maybe MC doesn’t think I’m a… ‘yucky otaku’ after all… But don’t get your hopes up, Levi.”
Satan
He fell asleep in his chair, book resting on his chest when he heard a short, quick (almost frantic) string of taps on his door
Being a light sleeper (just like his papa), he immediately woke up to hear your voice on the other side of the door
“Satan? Are… Are you awake? *sniffle*”
It was you
What could you possibly want at this hour?
Upon opening the door, your body crashed into his own, but not before impulsively throwing your arms around his neck and breaking down on his shoulder
“M-MC? Are you alright?”
No, you weren’t
Judging by your stormy sobs and trembling figure, something must have shaken you up horribly for you to act like this
The sweet MC he knew usually kept their cool
He leads you to his big armchair and sits you down, careful to keep a firm hand on your back for support, both emotional and physical
Your eyes were wide and glassy, pupils darting to each corner of the room looking for monsters, bad demons, giant bugs, etc.
Finding none, you finally make shy eye contact with the blonde demon who has kept his arms close about you and dabbed your endless tears away until you were calm enough to speak
“MC, did you have a night terror or something?”
“*sniffle* M-hm. I-I’m sorry S-Satan, I was just so scared I c-couldn’t stay in my room all alone and you were the first person I thought of. So… I ran here. Did I wake you?”
“I fell asleep in my chair again MC. So I would have awakened during the night anyway,” He replied, “Plus, I don’t mind at all. I’m… I’m happy you came. What was your dream about?”
“It was really twisted… are you sure you want to know?”
“You’ll feel better when you talk about it and I’m always up for a story.” He smiled.
He sat back in his chair tentatively resting your head on his chest as you began describing the terrors from only minutes before
“Asmodeus and I, we watched some of those cringey teen romance movies this afternoon and somehow they morphed into a really scary dream. You and I, the rest of your brothers, the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and even Barbatos were playing spin the bottle for some reason and I landed on you, but when I kissed you, you turned to dust! Th-Then when I landed on Mammon and Beel, the s-same thing happened again, but no one seemed to notice! Th-”
Noticing you were getting worked up again, Satan rubbed soothing circles into your back, hushing you gently and assuring you that everything was fine and ‘innocent’ kissing games weren’t actually deadly
Unless they were
But he didn’t mention that to you at that moment
Instead, he cradled you in his lap and read to you until your eyelids began to droop once more for some much-needed sleep
Being the good boy he is, he tucked you into his bed
BUT
Before he could walk back to his chair
“Satan, aren’t… aren’t you gonna lay with me?” You ask, tired, sweet voice ringing in his ears, “I-If you don’t mind that is. I mean it is your bed, after all, I didn’t mean t-”
He’s blushing up to his ears at your request, but nonetheless rolls onto the mattress next to you and you snuggle up close and fall asleep almost instantly
“As long as you’re here with me, you’ll be safe MC.”
Asmodeus
Why… Why was he up so early? What was that noise? Wait… Where were you?
He could’ve sworn he fell asleep with you in his arms
Sitting up groggily he looked around after rubbing the crust of sleep from his eyes
Something was moving and whimpering next to him, caught in a snare of fluffy blankets
The fearful cries of “Asmodeus! Oh, Asmo please don’t die! No, no, no, NO!!” broke the sweet demon’s heart
Your ragged breathing turned to a blood-curdling scream and you shot upright, but the blankets blocking your vision increased your tearful unease tenfold and you began struggling even harder against them
Taking action, Asmo tugged at the sheets, doing everything he could to help you
When your face emerged from the heap, you took a great gasp of air and immediately began sobbing your heart out
Asmo paused, knowing it unwise to approach someone who’d just escaped the clutches of a nightmare, but he couldn’t just sit there and stare at you!
Luckily, you chose that moment to look around
Your eyes met his amber ones in the semi-darkness and you tackled him, wrapping him in an impossibly tight hug
“A-ASMO!”
“Darling, wh-”
“Oh my god! I thought I killed you! I r-ruined your pretty face! You just sh-shriveled up a-and-”
“Sweetheart, hey~” He murmured, closing his arms around your back and cradling the back of your head in his hand, “Don’t cry anymore, Asmo’s here…”
His gentle comforting coos as he rocked from side to side brought your tears to a halt and soon you were able to look him in the face
Your glassy, frightened eyes had almost a look of reverence when you ever so slightly cupped your palm over his cheek, afraid he would crumble away at your caress once more
When he didn’t, you let out a shaky sigh of relief and visibly relaxed; shoving your face in his shoulder and wrapping your legs and arms around him so he couldn’t escape
It was quiet for a moment
Asmodeus settled his forearms around your waist and said
“Dearest, are you alright?”
“I… I don’t know.” You fisted his shirt in your palms and looked at him, “That was a really vivid one.”
“Tell me what it was about!” He smiled sympathetically and stroked your cheek, “I have bad dreams sometimes too, MC. If you tell me yours I’ll tell you a few of mii-iiine!”
You couldn’t help but crack a small grin as his sweet tone and nod
“Yesterday Beel told me about the one time he touched Satan’s favorite plant. He’d seen Satan pet the stalk and petals before and he wanted to do it too. (Satan is a plant dad, fight me) But when he touched it, it shriveled up and died on the spot. I… I had a dream where I touched you and you shriveled up! I tried to help you, but every time I touched you, you screamed in pain! Then… Then you died in my arms and I woke up.”
:(
You clung to the demon as he moved, lost in thought. Settling back into the abundant pillows and tugging a sheet over your shoulders, he began to speak
“That sounds absolutely terrifying! What would you do without me?”
“Asmo…”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He nuzzled your cheek and hugged you tighter, “Why don’t we find a way to help you forget about it? I have a couple of suggestions… if you’d like to hear them~”
Beelzebub
He’d only been gone for a minute… or four… maybe five…? Right?
Why were you writhing around like that? You sounded like a lost little puppy and… were those tears?
“MC? Are you awake?”
No reply, just your continued whines of discontent and a steady stream of tears soaking the pillow
He dropped his snacks on the floor and carefully knelt on the edge of the mattress, putting a gentle hand on your forehead
Lucifer used to do that when he was sick, long ago when they still lived in the celestial realm. Maybe it would help you? Somehow? Hopefully?
The strangled sob that fell from your lips as you forced his hand away broke his big heart in two
Hold on, your eyes were closed! Wait, you were having a bad dream!
Throwing all caution to the wind (and not knowing the consequences of waking someone in this state) and began shaking you rather roughly, scaring you awake and making you bonk heads when you sat up too quickly
Now you were crying for more reasons than one
Your head hurt, two big scary hands had your shoulders in a tight grip, there was a large figure looming over you in the dark, your dream was still raging and replaying in your head, and it was really dark and uncomfortably warm
Even in the dim light, Beel witnessed the look of pure terror that crossed your face
You thought his heart was broken? Well it just fucking shattered
You were scared? Of him?
“MC, it’s just me! Don’t be afraid!”
He’d woken you up, but apparently he’d only made things worse…
Beel is vewy sowwy :(
Those lovely amethyst eyes…
“B… Beeley?”
“MC? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I didn-”
You silence the ginger demon by throwing yourself into his arms in unparalleled relief, afraid you hadn’t really woken up and the shadow of your favorite brother was just MC’s Nightmare, Continued
Happy you’re in his arms, he squeezes back with all his might and burying his face in your shoulder
“I just had the worst nightmare Beel. I’m so happy you’re here…” You murmur, wiping your nose on your sleeve.
“Is your head ok?”
“M-hm.”
The pair of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, Beel offers you a tissue to dry your face, but you can’t seem to stop crying
“MC, maybe if you told me about it, you’d feel better!”
His sweet, honest smile made you melt
But the contents of your dream… You looked guiltily toward the bed on the other side of the room where you knew the Avatar of Sloth was sleeping peacefully
“You… You promise not to tell Belphie?”
“What do you mean?”
“W-Well I dreamt about that time… you know… when he killed me? He gave me a hug before bed like he always does a-and I love Belphie’s hugs but I can’t help but think about... that. I feel bad, it’s the same as holding a grudge! I’m sorry Beel.”
*insert pikachu face meme* = beel
“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault you had the dream.”
“I know… I feel bad though. Did I wake you up?” You ask, changing the subject.
“Nuh-uh. I was already up grabbing snacks.” He pointed to the untidy pile a few feet away. “Maybe some TSL and food will bring your smile back. Don’t worry about your dream MC, the secret is safe with me. Plus, you’re only human and I guess being killed would be really scary for you. I didn’t protect you that time, but if anyone ever tries to hurt you again, I’ll be there before you can say Burgers from Akuzon, ok?”
The smile lifts your lips before he finishes his sentence warms his heart and puts a happy smile on his own as you give him a final squeeze and whisper
“Thanks a lot, Beeley.”
Belphegor
It is said the Avatar of Sloth could sleep through anything, even the loudest storm and the echoes of 4th of July from the human world
But when the precious human cuddled up in his arms every night begins to move around and/or whimper in fear, Belphegor is awake in minutes only to find you squirming away from him and begging to some invisible entity “Just… Just d-don’t hurt them! I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, please don’t hurt me I-”
The seventh born is squeezing your hand and whispering encouragement in your ear, telling you you’re safe and that it’s just a dream
Slowly opening your eyes you look around, still terrified and jumpy from your vision, but the warm hand intertwined with yours and the comforting arm around your back, plus the familiar scents of the twins’ room slowly bring you back to reality
“MC?”
“Belphie? I-Is that you?”
“Who else would it be, dummy.”
You ignore the half hearted insult and bury your face in his chest, allowing your heart to reach a normal pace and his natural scent and warmth to wash over you
“Tell me about it. Sounded pretty scary.”
“I’m sorry for waking you up Belphie, I know how you hate losing sleep…”
“Just… Be quiet and tell me your dream!”
“S-Sorry… Um, so I didn’t know you too well yet and an angel came and took the precious grimoire, but me and Beel were caught up in it and there was this whole thing with Purgatory Hall and Luke and-”
“Your stories can put me right to bed you know that? Anyway, so what happened? Did Lucifer tear the angel’s head off?” He looked rather hopeful…
“Of course not! Lucifer was gonna make me choose who I wanted to save, either Beel or Luke and I didn’t want either of them to get hurt so I said ‘both’ and Lucifer got really mad and scary and in my dream he ended up hurting Luke and Beel and he would’ve gotten me if you hadn’t woken me up.”
“You’re welcome.”
“... *sigh* Thanks for listening Belphie.”
With a sigh of his own, he pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder
“It was just a dream. You don’t have to be afraid, you know. I’m right here for you. Always.”
“Aww, than-”
“Forget I said that! Shut up and go to sleep!”
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Hi, congrats on 100!! Could I please request 27 for Kasamatsu? Thank you very much, and good luck on your finals! :D
Kasamatsu x Reader
27. “If we get caught I’m blaming you”
Word Count: 4416
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Note: the Replace novel starring the Kaijō team was a HUGE inspiration for this, and dear anon who requested this, I hope you’re still around;; I’m sorry it took so long EEEEE But yes! I did okay on my finals anon! I hope you’re doing well too~
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“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”
“Look it’ll be quick… n-no one’s here as far as I know.”
“B-But…”
“J-Just… be quiet for a s-second, okay?”
“H-H-Huh?! Ah…”
Huh? Kise stopped himself before leaning closer to the edge of the building, slightly doubting his ears. Wasn’t that Senpai’s voice? With someone else…? Alone?
“Oh come on, why are you even block the wa—oh, ohhhhhh, are there any cute girls nearby?—”
“Shh,” Kise hissed, harshly waving his hand over Moriyama’s face to give a signal to stay quiet. “Listen…”
“A-Are you done, Kasamatsu-san…?”
“I-I-I… uh, just…um…”
Kise and Moriyama shared a look of shock… then registration… and finally a look of that spelled nothing but trouble. Immediately, they both simultaneously crouched to squat and share their “realizations” together in hushed whispers.
“Quick—when was the last time Senpai talked to anyone outside of basketball?”
“Hmmmmmm, certainly none of the girls I’ve tried to approach.”
“No, that’s obviously not what I meant!” Kise said, facepalming. “Anyone in your year that he’s been talking to? Maybe anyone in class?” Moriyama continued to hum in deep concentration before he lifted his index finger in a “eureka” moment.
“He’s been talking to (y/n)-san in the hallways recently!” he quietly exclaims, pounding his fist against his open palm to emphasize. “Though their conversations have sounded nothing remotely romantic. No charm, I say.” He struck a pose after to imply that he himself was the charismatic individual.
“.... Right,” he deadpanned, expecting nothing less from his quite… eccentric upperclassman. “Welp, now that we narrowed it down who he might be talking to, I don’t wanna spy on them… but I’m really curious if it’s really this (y/n)-san you mentioned.”
“Well,” Moriyama pouted with a grumble. “One peek wouldn’t hurt.”
“I guess you’re right…”
Kise cautiously scans his surroundings and gauges the situation “clear” to slowly peer from behind the corner of the building, where both of them had been seeking shelter from for the past several minutes. Moriyama follows suit, poking his head out just underneath Kise to see.
Kasamatsu’s back mostly covered your figure, but the view of what was happening did not slip by either Kaijō players’ eyes. He had his arms partially around your head while you were pressed up against his chest. You were gripping onto his loose blazer on his sides to presumably stabilize yourself while Kasamatsu was… fiddling with something on top of your hair? Even so, there’s no denying that the both of you were currently very, very physically close.
“Look… d-does it really take that long to take out petals from hair strands?” you mumbled, looking up at Kasamatsu’s face while trying not to move your head to avoid disrupting his “handiwork.” “I can do this myself....”
“W-W-Well, you can’t risk yourself being unkempt when you go back to class.” Kasamatsu gave a poor attempt at trying to lecture you, judging from his stammers and the way he slightly turns his head to the side to avoid your curious scrutiny. “It’s more thorough this… way. It’s the w-week where these blossoms fall rampantly… you have to be careful where you’re walking under…” In turning his face slightly towards Kise’s and Moriyama’s direction, his exposed flushed face puts the cherry blossom trees around them to shame.
So that’s what he was doing. Kise narrowed his eyes in pity at his captain, and Moriyama expressed a similar expression at Kasamatsu’s struggles. The poor captain’s hands were shaking non-stop. Not only that, he’s been darting his eyes everywhere since you’ve been gazing up at him from below. No wonder he’s been standing there unable to quickly pluck off the petals.
“Should we leave our captain alone to let him lead his own destiny?”
“What are you even talking about, Moriyama-se—”
“W-Whoa!! What a(l)e you [guys doing] he(l)e? Why a(l)e you sneaking a(l)ound (r)ike that?”
Kise and Moriyama instantly whip their heads behind in a panic, seeing a curious Hayakawa jogging up to be with his teammates, and the both instantly pounce on the poor rebound player to slap desperate hands over his mouth.
“Sh-Shhhhhhhhh!”
“Mrmpgh—?!! Lef—What [is going] on?”
“Hayakawa-senpai, please—just be quiet for a sec!”
The ruckus causes Kasamatsu and you to break out of the oddly intimate moment to face towards the direction of the sudden noises. After looking at each other questionably, albeit briefly and with stiff eye contact, there was an unspoken consensus for you two to investigate behind the corner of the building. Imagine both of you guys’ surprise when you two see a tangle of limbs between the Kaijō starter players. Kobori somehow arrived prior, separating poor Hayakawa from his two assailants.
“What… What the hell are you guys doing?!”
“Kasamatsu-senpai!! Is it t(l)ue [that you] and (y/n)-san a(l)e da—mrmf—!”
“Ahaha… we didn’t expect to see you here, Senpai~” Kise smiles with a slight grimace, hand still firm on Hayakawa’s mouth.
“It must be fate, yes surely!” Moriyama confidently speaks, flipping his fringe. Both Kise and Moriyama drop Hayakawa and straighten themselves up. “How else would we encounter such a situation as unique as this?”
“Why are you all here?” Kasamatsu sputters indignantly, but everyone (except you) saw how horrendously red his face was. You peek out from behind his back curiously, noting how Kasamatsu did a 180 in his personality compared to whenever he spoke with you.
“Kasamatsu-san… are they your teammates? You seem very close with them.”
“That’s—”
“Now, now, Kasamatsu-san… we’re only here because we were concerned where you went is all,” Kobori reassures a flustered captain. Kise only stares at him incredulously, but it seems that Kasamatsu, as usual, buys into Kobori’s naivete.
“I see…”
“Wow… the fact that your entire group came to look for you is very sweet of them,” you chime. “They really care for you, Kasamatsu-san…” When you elbow him at his ribs playfully, he immediately straightened himself like a plank.
“N-Nn.”
“Well… it’s almost time for class, so I have to go, see you all!”
“W-Wait, your… uh, hair, um—”
“I can get out the rest of the petals in the restroom, but thank you for trying! I’ll see you later!”
“R-Right…” He puts up his hand in a shy wave as you dash away, but he immediately drops it once you are out of the vicinity to hound on his teammates. “Were you watching this entire time? And stop with the looks—that’s creepy as hell!”
“Sooooooo…”
“Senpai, could it be that you and…”
“Kasamatsu-senpai! I’m (l)ooting fo(l) you!”
“N-N-No!!” he denies, ready to hold an iron fist to stop their antics, but Kobori gently holds onto his raised arm.
“Alright, let’s calm down a bit,” Kobori reasons with a placid smile. “I’m sure we’re all a bit curious because you hardly talk to anyone outside of basketball, right?”
“Kobori…”
“Have you heard of the prerequisites of the key elements of the blooming spring, Kasamatsu?” Moriyama asks, immediately drawing confused looks towards the 3rd-year.
“Moriyama-senpai, we have no clue what you’re talking about,” Kise says, asking the question that’s occupying everyone's mind.
“The key elements…! In the season of new birth, to enrich the experience, they are ‘hanami,’ ‘plums,’ and ‘spring cleaning!’ Of course, the prerequisite to these would be…”
“Please stop—”
“... to have a cute date.”
“... This is ridiculous,” Kasamatsu says irritatedly. “I’m going to class.” He immediately speed-walks to the adjacent building, leaving a scheming group behind.
“You know, if it’s true that he does like (y/n)-san, shouldn’t we help him? It’s the least we can do for our captain,” Kobori suggested.
“That sounds too troublesome,” Kise frowns, averting his gaze to also start to walk away, but Hayakawa immediately latches to his arm to pull him back.
“Don’t be (r)ike that! We have to do this as a team effo(l)t!”
“How did it become like this?!”
“Well…” Moriyama audibly ponders, stroking his chin. “If we make this successful for Kasamatsu, perhaps this can be a template for our own love lives! A sign that we will meet our fated ones this spring!”
“Yes, yes! Mo(l)iyama-senpai is abso(r)ute(r)y (l)ight!”
Oh god, Kise mentally sighs. What has he gotten himself into?
———
“Why are you guys surrounding me like that? Did you not hear me say that we have to change quickly? We can’t have the lockers for long today, considering that the janitor will come to do their routine clean-ups.”
“According to my online research,” Moriyama states, “this mint-scented deodorant will guarantee mutual attraction from the person you like.”
“Wha—?”
“Ignoring what Moriyama-senpai said,” Kise elaborates, scratching his head. “Is it really true that you like (y/n)-san? Otherwise, they’ll keep getting the wrong idea, senpai.”
Kasamatsu gapes like a fish, pulling his shirt collar as he starts to sweat and flush.
“Kise! Be a bit tactfu(r)! You do not unde(l)stand how to app(l)oach this!”
“What’s there to understand, Hayakawa-senpai!? It’s better to be direct about this, or otherwise we’ll be doing this for nothing!”
“Kise may be right,” Moriyama muses. “To be honest gives a feeling of a fresh start in the spring. Kasamatsu, you should follow this example and leave all the baggage behind to obtain a new start.” Kasamatsu could only stand there glued to his spot as his teammates continued to corner him, blocking any possible route to the locker exit.
“I… I…” he gulps. “Th—... that’s… I… like…” His voice dwindles to the softest whisper, but it easily resonates throughout the locker room, where the team had fallen silent in straining to hear and hang onto his every syllable.
“So you do like (y/n)-san,” Moriyama exclaimed, the first one to break the silence. “I see, I didn’t think they were your type.”
“H-Hey…?! Can you not say it like that!?”
“You can’t distort the truth, though. Anyways, you should chat with (y/n)-san nicely.”
“I already do!!” Kasamatsu half-shouts, but he immediately bows his head down shyly. “Wh-What’s a… good topic, you think… to talk to (y/n)-san…?”
“Huh? Just normal topics,” Kise replies, not sure what Kasamatsu meant by the question.
“What’s… normal?”
“Just talk to them like you’ve always done, senpai.”
“Y-Yes, but… h-how can I talk to hint that I l-l-l-like… never mind this is hopeless—”
“Ask them to come watch ou(l) next match [and have] (y/n)-san chee(l) fo(l) you!!”
“N-No! Anyone would run away from that!”
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted when the locker doors opened with a bang, with a very weary janitor standing with his equipment on standby. With a flurry of apologies to the janitor, Kasamatsu recovers himself and ushers everyone out before bidding him a good evening. Walking out of campus several minutes later in silence, Kobori breaks the silence.
“Why don’t we help you, Kasamatsu? Maybe through different methods you will find the best way to ask for a date. Perhaps asking for a cup of tea would be sufficient…?”
“I’m not gonna involve myself with this! No way in hell!”
“Senpai, so you’re just gonna wait and let it fester—u-uwah?!” Moriyama immediately sprays the mint-scented deodorant down Kise’s back to silence him before turning back to Kasamatsu with a straight face.
“What if someone else steals (y/n)-san away for their own elements of spring? After all, it is the perfect atmosphere for them to communicate with the person you like with pickup techniques, with high chances of success.”
“N-No way (y/n)-san would just go along with a random stranger!”
“Who knows? Maybe they’re more suave and have that particular charisma that they’re secretly weak to.”
“Moriyama-senpai, you might be going too far…”
“Kasamatsu, he’s right though, if you hang around (y/n)-san more, not only would you learn more about them, but you’ll protect them from potential unwanted people.” Kobori’s calm voice rang louder above the clamors of the starter players, and everyone immediately looked to Kasamatsu for his response. Kise mentally sighs at how Kobori always manages to misinterpret Moriyama’s words.
“Fine—but only to make sure (y/n)-san will be safe! Don’t get any funny ideas!”
———
Praise. Make them laugh. Praise. Make them laugh. Say something interesting. Say something interesting. Praise. Use a normal topic.
Kasamatsu stands at his usual spot, waiting for you to leave class and meet up with him after school. Only this time, his hands grow clammy, his thick brows deeply furrowed as he wills himself to stop shaking. His teammates spying on him from behind the hallway corner certainly wasn’t helping him either.
“I told you, there’s no way I’m gonna involve myself with this!”
“Come on, Kasamatsu,” Moriyama sighed, shaking the mint-scented deodorant on hand. “We talked about this yesterday. You agreed to this, remember?”
“It was to make sure no one weird bothers (y/n)-san! Why do I have to go along with this?!”
“So you’re fine if I hold (y/n)-san’s hand in the name of destiny…”
“To hell with that!—argh—you!”
Moriyama immediately sprayed the can on the captain’s neck, watching his spine jolt and jump before he was met with an intense glare.
“You’re the captain, right? Come on, you have to show us how it’s done. We all want to see the ways to push the boundaries of romance. Who would lead us if you don’t?”
“What kinda—”
“I ag(l)ee with Mo(l)iyama-senpai! Take the (r)ead, Kasamatsu-senpai!”
“Wouldn’t Kise be someone better to learn from if you wanted to learn how to hit on people?!”
“Senpai, I’ve never done such a thing in my entire life.”
“Kasamatsu, I’m sure Moriyama is just telling you how much we all admire and look up to you. Naturally, we want to see how our captain fares in these situations. Besides, as a team, if something happens, we’ll be there to cover up for you.”
“Well… if you put it like that Kobori… all I have to do is talk to (y/n)-san… right?”
“That’s the spi(l)it!”
“... Kasamatsu-san? Helloooooo…?”
You wave a hand repeatedly over his face, and he immediately blinks and flinches back when you pull him back to the present. He’d been standing still for the past five minutes.
“I-I-I-I…”
“Are you okay? You’re all tensed up… if something’s bothering you, wanna talk about it?”
“W-W-Well… wh-what’s… up.” Normal topic, normal topic.
“Well, nothing much really,” you say, smoothing out your blazer. “I got out the petals but barely made it to class in the nick of time!” You laugh at your own recollection, and he immediately flames a radiant flush.
“N-nn.”
“Is it me… or is our captain…. really, really stiff right now…”
“Shhh.”
You perk up at the noise and slightly tilt to the left of Kasamatsu to discern the source of the hushed whispers… only to spy a conspicuous group of basketball players. You merely raise a brow at your discovery, but you return your attention back to Kasamatsu before he notices your change in gaze. The Kaijō teammates were too busy shushing each other to notice your attention on them.
“Ah, yes! Kasamatsu-san, you just had your trigonometry test right? Those identities and proofs are always so difficult to remember… how do you think you did?”
“G-Good.”
“Wow, that was too quick of a response! I didn’t know you were that confident about it—obviously not a bad thing if you studied for it.”
“N-nn.” Come on, say something interesting. Interesting topic. Something you like. “U-U-Uh… w-weather…?”
“The weather…?” You look outside the window in confusion before you make a face of realization. “Oh! Like how’s the weather?”
“N-nn.”
“Well, it has been a bit windy with all those branches and leaves flying around, but I think it accompanies the refreshing atmosphere of spring very nicely, don’t you think?” You turn back to face Kasamatsu, who’s been slowly bowing his head down gradually more and more the entire time to avoid scrutiny.
“N-nn.”
“You’ve been… really quiet since lunch. I’m serious, if something happened… is there anything I can do to help?”
“Kasamatsu, take advantage of the elements of spring! The elements of spr—”
“Moriyama-senpai, shut… up…!”
“Hey—what are you—?”
“Wait!! Kise! Don’t push, [or else] we a(l)e gonna fa(r)(r)—!”
“Shit—”
Right on cue, the gradual leaning weight from the three players on Hayakawa at the bottom gave way, and everyone tumbled out smack dab into plain sight. Kobori was the only one who managed to break his fall and stayed behind the corner, holding onto Kise in a failed attempt to stop him from exposing his presence. Kasamatsu breaks out of his shy stupor and turns around to see awkward smiles and chuckles.
“Y-Y-You guys—?!”
“Ahaha… sorry Senpai… the floor was a bit… slippery?”
As Kasamatsu forgets about you in dropkicking Kise, you note how the other upperclassmen had their own little quirks in interacting with the captain. Seeing how assertive and gutsy he was compared to talking with you makes you feel unbelievably warm. Little did anyone know, you held a hand to your face as you turned away to let out a chortle before you collected yourself again.
“Ah, I guess I’ll be going now! Your practice will start soon right? I’m sure your friends were only waiting for you… Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Kasamatsu-san!”
“W-Wait—” Kasamatsu drops Kise from his collar before he turns to you, but in making eye contact he immediately loses courage again. “I-I-I… s-see… you.”
“Of course!” You give a close-eyed smile before you leave.
“You missed the opportunity to set up the atmosphere,” Moriyama sighs, staring wistfully at the mint-scented deodorant. “Was the mint scent not enough?”
“It was going fine until you crashed in!”
“Now, now, there’s always a next time…”
As the upperclassmen continue to bicker and banter (mostly one-sided from Kasamatsu’s end), Kise, who was dropped on the floor by Kasamatsu moments prior, silently stares at the direction you left. Did you leave because you knew how embarrassed Kasamatsu was from that incident?
———
For the next few days, Kasamatsu has been quite clipped with you, reduced to mere “nn’s” and “no’s” during your conversations, and Kise doesn’t know whether you’re just as oblivious as Kobori or whether you’re ignoring it to spare his remaining shreds of dignity. He mentally sighs at how oddly persistent Moriyama is about this even though the captain refused all of his ridiculous “suggestions” every time.
“I believe Moriyama is trying to help out Kasamatsu as a close friend,” Kobori had said, when Kise grumbled about his tenacity. “He just wants the best for him.”
Even so, Kise still heaves a sigh when he sees Moriyama and Hayakawa with an agitated Kasamatsu, knowing that whatever is going on won’t be smooth-sailing. He had no choice but to join them when Kobori sneaked up on him to sling an arm around his shoulders and called over the trio.
“Huh… what’s up with Kasamatsu-senpai?”
“Ou(l) captain is af(l)aid [because someone] da(l)ed to app(l)oach (y/n)-san (l)ight now!”
“Huh? Is that really a problem?” Kise shoots a tired look at the rebound player, but Moriyama solemnly sends a gaze to where he assumed was where you were at right now.
“I knew my online research would come in handy…! Someone also has the knowledge of taking advantage of the perfect atmosphere! Look at the intimacy shared between the two…! The undeniable auras exhibited by them, and elements of spring they embody together!”
“What the hell! No way!” Even through the denials, Kasamatsu looks visibly distressed about the possible “new revelations” between you and what looks to be a close companion of yours.
“I’m gonna have to agree with Senpai on this one, Moriyama-senpai.”
“(R)ook! They finished ta(r)king and (y/n)-san waved them [off with] a smi(r)e!” Kasamatsu whips his head at the speed of light to see you sending them off with the smile Hayakawa spoke of as your friend exits the campus gate. At his dilemma, Moriyama gently nudges his arm to encourage him to go talk to you.
“... According to my online research, talking under sunny weather with a fresh scent is the formula to having the desirable spring experience.”
“Oh shut up, will ya?” Kasamatsu mumbles half-heartedly, but he slowly walks in your direction before he stops to turn back. “You better not interrupt.”
“We [will be all] the way back he(l)e to suppo(l)t you!”
With a final sigh to expel his nerves, he gives a nervous smile to his teammates before coolly walking until you turn to face him once you hear his footsteps. Almost immediately though, his calmness easily dissipates into thin air once again, and his teammates only look on in dismay and worry from afar.
“Er…” Come on, just be direct. Talk normal.
“Kasamatsu-san?”
“Y-You were… d-datin—I mean t-talking, with… someone…”
“Oh, you saw? Yeah, I asked them to meet up with me here actually.”
“Is… that so?”
“Mmhm, I asked for their notes to compare to mine because I feel like I can’t get a hand on the subject sometimes.” Kasamatsu finally finds his voice for the first time in a while when the conversation finally re-enters familiar platonic territory.
“Was it… trigonometry? I did, um, do well on it last time, so…” Normal topics. Normal topics.
“I know,” you laugh. “You told me that a few days ago, remember?”
“W-W-Well…” He coughs to clear his throat and find his voice. “Y-You could’ve… a-a-asked—er…” You patiently wait for him to try to finish his sentence, and out of the corner of your eye you accidentally made eye contact with Kise from the distance.
Kise didn’t expect for you to notice the group even from a sizable distance away. He stayed still for a few seconds to make sure the shared eye contact wasn’t a fluke. Seeing how Kasamatsu was standing there like a statue again, he puts a flat hand next to his lips to discreetly mouth out:
He’s jealous.
To his surprise, you caught onto his cues, giving a subtle yet playful smile of your own before you carefully mouth out:
I know.
The others don’t seem to notice the secret exchange, all too focused on the poor captain bowing his head down out of extreme shyness. Kise doesn’t even know why he’s doing this, but perhaps Kobori was right that it’s only right for the team to help out their hardworking captain.
“Ah, Kasamatsu-san?”
“N-Nn?” He lifts his head up abruptly at the call of his name, and he turns red from mortification at the realization that he stood there like a dunce for the past several minutes. He doesn’t even have time to react to you stepping closer to him with an outstretched hand, and he stands motionless as you slightly fiddle with his cropped hair before you pull out a vivid cherry blossom petal.
“Remember what you told me?” you muse. “That ‘you can’t risk yourself being unkempt?’ After all, you’re right… it is the week where these blossoms fall rampantly… Must I also remind you to be careful where you’re walking under?”
At this point, Kasamatsu is sputtering like a broken engine, his mind barely functioning enough for him to think about putting a hand over his face in a desperate attempt to cover his frenzy.
“I, um, I…”
“Ah… can I ask you something first instead, Kasamatsu-san?” you gently interrupt him, and he flits his gaze back to you before staring at the ground again, and you took that as silent confirmation. “A-Are… are you free to go cherry blossom watching this weekend…?”
He snaps his head up in shock, only to see you slightly pink after that slight stutter in your question. It was your turn to avoid looking at his face.
“N-nn, I’m-I’m free.”
“Ah, that’s great…!” You muster your own courage to hold his clammy hands at his sides. “Can I ask to confirm if this is a romantic date between us?”
“Y-Yes,” he says in a hurry and you only laugh at his shyness. But his piercing eyes focus on your figure before he frees his hands from your loose clasp and reaches out to you, albeit with a slight shake in his hand still, before he clumsily takes out a petal from your hair. “It was… stuck.”
“See?” you shyly tease. “I knew it shouldn’t take you long to take out petals from hair.”
He completely lost his cool in front of you again.
You didn’t really care though… not when he looked absolutely endearing with the onslaught of petals settling on top of his head and shoulders to complement his flushed face.
———
Bonus:
“So are you two dating now?” Kise asks you. You both coincidentally met up at a hallway intersection the next week.
“Well, I think that’s a bit too fast,” you inwardly laugh. “You know how he is more than anyone.” Kise gives a light chuckle of his own before he asks you the question that’s been on his mind for a while.
“Hey (y/n)-senpai, how did you know Kasamatsu-senpai liked you?”
“Eh?”
“It was pretty clear from that time last week that you knew how he felt.”
“Ah… well, remember when he was… trying… to tidy up my hair? When you all spied on us?” you say, continuing when Kise gives a slightly sheepish nod. “It felt… different from how we normally talked. I’m sure he felt it harder than I did. I’ve always been nervous talking to him, but… seeing him so flustered and shy like that made me connect the dots, and then, I became more at ease and knew to be patient, realizing that he does hold a degree of feelings for me. I just didn’t know when was the right time for us to take it a step further.”
“I see. Yeah, that makes sense.”
“I must say, please send my thanks for the rest of the team. I think without you guys, this wouldn’t have happened as smoothly… or quickly.” At your words, Kise only sweatdrops as he remembers Moriyama’s antics, Hayakawa’s over-enthusiasm, and Kobori’s good-natured naivete.
“I’ll… send your regards to them.”
“... Why do you look so hesitant?”
———
End note: the cherry blossom falling season only occurs in the first to second week of April, which would conflict with the timeline of this scenario IRL. The Japanese new school year also coincides with this week, and as 3rd-years, Kasamatsu, Moriyama, Kobori, and the reader would be college freshmen instead. If I wrote it in terms of “last year” with the 3rd-years as 2nd-years, then Kise would still be in Teiko. So for convenience sake… ignore the “realism” in the setting for this :^)
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Prank gone wrong
Prompt number: 19 “I can’t do this anymore”
Fandom: It
Paring: Richie Tozier x reader (aged up to 17 or 18)
Rating: T
Word count: 2.6k (this was supposed to be short!)
Warnings: Swearing. Bullying. Mentions of domestic abuse/domestic violence- nothing graphic. asshole Richie. Angst but ends fluffy
A/N: Oof I’ve been gone for ages, I’m sorry guys. But here’s day one of fictober, so hopefully I’ll be able to keep up and this will motivate me to write regularly again. I’m not sure if I love this one or not. I liked the idea when I started and then it took some turns and this is what I ended up with while writing between zoom classes, so sorry if it sucks. I added the second gif cause it’s closer to the age in the story.
It all started as a stupid prank, a way to get back at Greta for years and years of torture, you never thought it would end in you losing a friend. Just over three months ago Richie agreed to Bev’s plan, take Greta out on a few dates and then publicly humiliate her- give her a taste of her own medicine. But to everyone's surprise, it lasted way longer than a few dates and there was no end in sight. Worst of all it seemed that Richie was actually falling for her- he would defend her any chance he got and even started ditching the losers to spend time with her and her friends.
It was no surprise to you that Greta fell for Richie, he’s funny, sweet, and he’s aged well. His head has grown into his coke bottle glasses, he still wears hawian shirts but now he has a leather jacket over them constantly- a leather jacket that the two of you picked out together. There is no better than one Richie Tozier, and your feelings are getting harder and harder to deny. Your crush on the trashmouth developed back in middle school- the summer Pennywise reigned terror, but through the years your crush turned into something stronger- by senior year you knew you loved him. Halfway into said school year every loser, besides Richie of course, knew of your feelings for him. The pitied glances they would send your way were almost suffocating.
Richie is late to lunch yet again, probably making out with Greta in the hallway, so each of you are using this time to talk about the personal hell her and her friends have created for each of you today. You go last, quickly giving them a rundown of your encounter with her in the bathroom, where she threatened you to stay away from ‘her Richie’ and that you would live to regret it if you didn’t. She even ripped one of your textbooks out of your hands, dropping it into the disgusting toilet water- calling you a worthless slut on her way out.
“Greta is such a bitch!” you complain to your friends, mindlessly pushing around the mush they call lunch at Derry high with the cheap plastic spork they provide.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t talk about my girlfriend that way,” Richie’s voice is calm and even- lacking the normal excitement and joking lilt to it. Your eyes widen in horror at him having heard you, then they narrow at how genuine his defense of her is.
“Richie, c’mon, let it go,” Eddie pleads, glancing between your shocked and hurt face and Richie’s angry one.
“No Eddie, I’m so sick of (Y/N) talking shit about my girlfriend!” you whip around in your seat and look at him in shock.
“Richie what the hell?” you rise out of your seat so he won’t look down on you literally and figuratively anymore. He cocks his eyebrow, head dropping to the side as he crosses his arms and lets out a huff of annoyance. “Ya know what? I can’t do this anymore!”
“Do what anymore?” Richie doesn’t drop the cocky attitude, making the next words out of your mouth slightly less painful.
“Be your friend,” there’s a collective gasp from your friends. Richie’s face morphs into shock and sadness for a split second before hardening and sending you another glare. “Not when you’re dating her. She’s changing you Richie!”
“Greta was right about you, you are a bitch,” your breath catches in your throat and you fight the tears that well up in your eyes. Richie’s glare is unflinching as you stare him in the eye, a tell-tale sign that he doesn’t regret a single word that he said. The murmuring from the table behind you stops the moment the words leave his mouth, they all stare at their friend in shock.
“Fine, then you’ll never have to deal with this bitch again,” you spin around and grab your backpack and lunch tray. “Fuck you Richard Tozier!” you dump your tray of mush into the trach on your way out of the cafeteria nad away from that stupid boy you somehow fell for.
“What did you just do?” Stan is the first one to regain the use of his voice, he’s glaring at Richie as the boy takes your recently vacated seat.
“I’m sick of her attitude towards Greta,” he tries to defend, shocked when all of his friends level him with matching glares.
“W-wh-what h-ha-ha-happen-ned to th-he pr-pr-prank-k?” Bill’s recently improved stuttering growing worse as he grows anxious at the turn of events between his friends.
“Greta isn’t the bad one here, we’ve been rude to her all of these years!” Richie once again tries to effectively defend his girlfriend.
“She wrote loser on my cast!” Eddie practically screeches before he goes into an anxiety attack, beleving it’s an asthma attack he takes two puffs from his inhaler.
“Her and her friends dumped wet garbage on me,” Bev adds, quieter than Eddie.
“That was in middle school,” Richie rolls his eyes, leaning back in his seat.
“I thought you were in love with (Y/N) before the whole prank, that you did it to get over her,” Eddie says slowly this time, having calmed down from moments prior.
“Greta helped me realize I never loved (Y/N), I was doing what was expected after years of friendship,” the losers stare at him- open mouthed and gaping at Richie’s stupidity.
“She attacked (Y/N) in the bathroom this morning,” Mike tries to reason with his brainwashed friend.
“No, (Y/N) was lying to you guys. She attacked Greta earlier, not the other way around. She screamed at Greta to break up with me or she’d regret it, and then dumped her books in the toilet and called her slut.”
“Greta did that to (Y/N), you dumbass!” Bev grows increasingly angry, at Richie and herself for coming up with the stupid prank. “I was in there with her, Greta’s convinced (Y/N)’s in love with you so she wants to rip you apart. Do you honestly believe (Y/N) would do something like that?”
“Shit!” Richie slams his fists on the table, causing most of the cafeteria to turn and looking at him briefly before going back to their individual tasks. Everything Greta had blamed on you in the past three months comes rushing back and he realizes that they’re all out of character but in character for Greta. Somewhere along the way he convinced himself that Greta was telling the truth so he had a reason to stop being in love with his best friend- he was too scared to tell you because you’re the only person that could actually hurt him.
“(Y/N) (L/N) to the principal's office immediately,” the voiceover the intercom cracks showing the age of the ancient system.
“Richie?” Stan isn’t sure he wants to know the truth as he asks the question.
“I told Greta to tell the principal,” his voice is oddly quiet and broken, definitely out of character for the jokester trashmouth.
“You fucking idiot!” Bev seethes, staring Richie down. They’re the only two that know the truth about your father.
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You quickly get up from your place in the library and walk down the empty halls to get to the principal's office. Once you arrive the secretary gives you a dirty look, causing you to sink back and the pit of anxiety in your gut to grow. Greta sends you a triumphant smirk before going back to fake sobbing as she walks out of the principal's office and past you.
You feel like you're going to vomit as you walk into the principal's office behind him, the look on his face says you’ll get after school detention for at least a week! Whatever lies Greta told about you are clearly being believed by him and the secretary.
“You’re a good student Miss. (L/N), so why have you been harassing Miss. Keene?” he crosses his arms over his chest, they rest lightly on top of his bulging gut.
“I haven’t-” you try to defend, but he puts up a hand to stop you.
“She alleges it’s because you have feelings for her boyfriend Mr. Tozier and you’re upset that she chose her over you.”
“That’s not true-” his glare cuts you off this time.
“Today alone you threw her books in the toilet, threatened her for being with Richie, and called her a slut,” the words today alone stand out to you, how many lies did she tell?
“She did that to me! Not the other way around!” you try desperately for him to believe you.
“Then why didn’t you come to me?” he raises a brow much like Richie did in the cafeteria, Greta has both of them wrapped around her finger and against you.
“Because no ones ever done anything! She’s been torturing me since we were in grade school and she’s never got in trouble! A freshman came to you last week saying Greta was bullying her and you didn’t do anything!”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to suspend you for the rest of the week.” he says firmly, no room for negotiation or pleading.
“That’s four days!” you cry out incredulously.
“Do you want to make it longer?” when you don’t respond he continues talking. “Your father is on his way, go get your books from your locker and leave school property.”
You hear someone call your name from down the hall as you grab all of your textbooks from your locker, trying to shove all five thick books into your bag. You ignore the voice up until it’s right next to you and you realize it’s Richie trying to plead for forgiveness.
“Lose my number, and while you’re at it forget my name. Stay the fuck away from me Tozier!” Your outburst grabs the attention of the other students walking to their next class, everyone shocked by the inseparable duo of Tozier and (L/N) fighting. You slam your locker shut with a loud bang, heading for the door and away from him calling your name.
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Monday comes agonizingly slowly, but when it does you're sitting with Bev in the bathroom during third period, both of you telling your teachers you don’t feel good.
“How bad was it?” she flicks her lighter and lights her cigarette, standing next to the window so she can blow the smoke outside.
“Worse than it's ever been,” you feel ghost pains on your back from where your dad's leather belt met your flesh for the past six days. “Since Richie didn’t sneak in to help clean them this time I think I may have an infection.”
“He broke up with Greta,” Bev changes the subject, she knows you only trust Richie enough to see the damage your father inflicts, so she doesn’t bother to ask to check on it.”
“Good for him,” you stare down at the gross linoleum tile under your beat up Chuck Taylor’s. Richie had promised to take you away from your father the moment you two graduated, he’d been promising it for years, even while he was with Greta, but now you aren’t holding out hope for the promise.
“He’s been miserable without you,” the bell signaling the end of the period saves you from formulating an answer. Bev quickly flushes her cigarette butt and the two of you head to the cafeteria, you’re a little worried about sitting with the losers after your fight with Richie. Bev grabs your hand and gently pulls you to the table when she notices your hesitance. You catch up with the rest of the losers, minus Richie who isn’t in the lunchroom which you’re oddly sad about, finding out about tests and break ups you missed while you were suspended. The loud ear splitting sound of feedback causes the entire cafeteria to cover their ears and look to the microphone stand in the front of the room. Richie is standing in the front holding the microphone, cringing slightly at the loud sound. No lunch ladies run to grab the microphone from him, meaning he got permission to do whatever it is he’s about to do. His wild curls bounce as he nervously shifts from foot to foot as he looks around the cafeteria until he locks eyes with you. You can’t look away from him so you miss the smiles the losers give each other and the high five Bev and Ben share.
“(Y/N) I don’t know what I could ever say to you to get you to forgive me, I can never forgive myself for hurting you,” he talks into the microphone, everyone looking between the two of you, but neither of you seem to notice anyone but each other. “I know I embarrassed you, so maybe if I embarrass myself in front of everyone you’ll forgive me a little bit. (Y/N), I never meant to hurt you, I only agreed to the prank because I wanted to forget you. No- fuck that doesn’t sound right.
“I’ve been in love with you since middle school and I knew you could never love me too, even when Ed’s told me you did I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to forget my feelings for you because I never wanted to hurt you, so I agreed to the prank. But I hurt you anyway because I let Greta get in my head, so I even failed the damn prank. But I love you so fucking much (Y/N) and I’m sick of running from these damn feelings. All I want to do is take you away from this hellhole after we graduate, and go to NYU together like we’ve planned since Freshman year. I love you (Y/N) (L/N), and I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing to you about how shitty I was if you give me a second chance.”
Your body stands up on autopilot, and you don’t realize you’re walking towards him until your face to face. Lifting your hand you gently push a curl that fell in front of his eye away and tuck it behind his ear, he leans his head into your hand as a lunch lady comes and takes the microphone out his hand grinning largely at teen love. You struggle to find words, so you wrap both your hands around the lapels of his leather jacket and pull him into a kiss. It isn’t your first kiss, Bill had dared you two to kiss sophomore year in a game of truth or dare in the barrens, but this kiss is different. These aren't two kids afraid of the adult feelings that were overcoming them, these are two almost adults finally giving into the most powerful and amazing feeling in existence. Richie makes sure to keep his hands away from your back, he’ll clean out your cuts later, instead he tangles his fingers into your hair pulling you in deeper. Before the kiss can go too far you pull back giggling as Richie follows your face trying to kiss you again.
“I love you too,” you rest your forehead on his, turning your giggling face into a mock serious one. “But you’re on thin ice mister.”
“I love you more,” he caresses your cheek and you grin happily, laughing at his antics when he starts speaking again. “Than I love Eddie’s mom.” the entire cafeteria is whooping and hollering at your kiss, but non louder than your losers. Well, everyone except Greta, who lets out a high pitched huff and storms out of the cafeteria.
“I think the prank ended up working out,” you giggle, lightly nipping at Richie’s thumb as it grazes over your lower lip.
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As You Go | Ethan Nestor
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I’ve always had a thing for Ethan. So I decided to incorporate him, hope you guys like it! If there are any other YouTubers you want me to write about lmk! I promise I’m going to start chipping away at my requests, I love you all. I had to get this out of my system, because this song (and this one too) hella inspired me to write a piece based on it. also this gif is doing things to me. look at Ethan. his chest, his legs, his arms, his e v e r y t h i n g.
also I kept the smut short bc I’m not sure how people will respond to it, if you guys like it I’ll write more (much longer) Ethan smut.
Mark promised to give Ethan the space he needed, but he just couldn’t help reaching out. While what happened wasn’t necessarily Mark’s fault, Ethan’s anger was being directed at both you and Mark. The guilt that had made a home in Mark’s chest was enough to cripple him, and he was borderline desperate for Ethan’s forgiveness. He texted, he called, he even emailed Ethan. Despite Amy advising Mark to give Ethan the space he desperately needed, he just couldn’t. In reality, it truly wasn’t Mark’s fault- but he still feels responsible for what you did that night. Ethan had shut himself in his house, and Mark hadn’t heard from him in nearly a week. It was killing him. It was just a mistake, it didn’t mean anything. At least it sure as hell didn’t mean anything to Mark, how could Ethan believe Mark wanted it? He has Amy- he loves Amy.
“I have to go see him.” Mark says decisively as he reaches for his car keys. But Amy reaches for them first.
“He doesn’t want to see you.” The truth of it stings, it causes Mark to flinch.
“I don’t care, he only knows what he saw.” Mark snaps, the pain from the memory flooding back in.
“And what he saw traumatized him Mark, you need to give him time. He’ll come around. I told Y/N the same thing.” Amy explains, a firm look in her eyes. Mark felt emotion swell in his throat as tears misted in his eyes. “Think about how he must be feeling, he trusted the two of you more than anyone else. Ethan was never worried about leaving you and Y/N alone and then-”
“She kissed me!” Mark cried desperately, leaning against the kitchen counter. “He has to know that and I don’t think he does.” Amy feels for Mark, she does. She knows it wasn’t his fault, but it still hurts. It’s the pain that leads Amy to protect Ethan above everyone else. The pain he must be feeling right now, Amy tears up thinking about how hurt he must be. She turns, “just leave him alone. Let him come to you.” She then saunters off, keys in hand. The last thing he needs is Mark at his doorstep.
Ethan sits curled on the couch, his knees brought up to his chest. He has so many questions, and he’s too damn afraid to find out the answers. How long has that been going on? How long have you been into Mark? Was your entire relationship a lie? Were you just trying to get closer to Mark? Why didn’t Mark tell him? He should have seen it coming, why would anyone choose him when he’s friends with Mark? Pretending to love him gave you the perfect opportunity to get closer to Mark. The numbness of this entire week is what Ethan was the most surprised by, he expected to cry, to scream, to break everything in sight. But he didn’t- he sat and he did nothing. Said nothing. Went nowhere, he barely even ate.
Everything about that night replays in Ethan’s mind. It was a late shooting for Unus Annus, and you’d usually tagged along. That never bothered Ethan before. It should have.
You had participated in a drinking video for Unus Annus, since Mark couldn’t drink. You didn’t want Ethan to be drunk alone, and that’s how you found yourself in the predicament you were in now. You were in Mark and Amy’s spare bedroom, the room swaying slightly. The headache you’d had earlier was slowly ebbing away, the alcohol and the dark room helping. The door opened, someone had said they’d bring you some Advil. Through the darkness you slid your hands onto Ethan’s shoulders, he said nothing but you felt him stiffen as you did so. You giggled drunkenly when you felt him try to pry your hands off him. Why was he being so shy?
“Eef c’mon,” You sighed as you pressed your body against his. You wound your hands through his dark hair, and he only pulled away further. “Uh- I-I’m, well I’m not-” He was stammering, normally you never caught him so off-guard with your affection. His hands were firmly on your waist, and you could have sworn he was trying to push you away. Your brain felt hazy as you leaned into him, your lips planting firmly on his. He went completely stiff, what’s the matter with Ethan tonight? The light flicks on in the next second and you pull away from Ethan, your eyes squinting in the bright light.
“What the hell?” You hear Ethan say softly, his voice distant and wrought with an emotion you couldn’t identify. You looked up at the man you were pressed against and your eyebrows furrowed as you locked eyes with...Mark. “Mark.” You’d meant it to sound like a question but you’re pretty sure it sounded like a statement. You swayed back drunkenly, causing Mark’s hands to fly out and steady you.
“Ethan-” Mark started worriedly as Ethan turned out of the spare bedroom.
“Were you Mark this whole time?” You slur, watching the panic settle in Mark’s eyes. “Where’s Ethan?” You ask again, pulling away from Mark. This all felt like some vivid hallucination. You collapsed onto the bed, your body heavy with exhaustion. You’re barely conscious when you hear Amy call Ethan’s name, seconds before the front door slammed.
You were drunk, you didn’t mean it. That’s what Ethan keeps saying over and over, yet he doesn’t really believe it. A few stray tears cascade down Ethan’s cheeks when he hears banging on the front door. He wished whoever it was would go away, but still he drug himself to the front door and looked through the peephole.
Mark.
He’d been dodging Mark’s attempts to contact him for a week now, and Ethan knew he wouldn’t be able to avoid Mark forever. So he opened the door, to find a slightly panicked, slightly relieved Mark standing in front of him. Ethan stood in the doorway, keeping the door against his side. Mark wrung his hands together as he searched for the words to say. “Can I come in?” It’s all he can think of- he just wants a chance to explain himself. Ethan nods curtly, opening the door for Mark to enter.
“What do you want?” Ethan asks, trying his best to keep himself physically and emotionally distant from Mark. Mark stood in the doorway, feeling emotion steadily rising in his chest once more. “I-I had no idea she would kiss me! I was just bringing her Advil, she was really drunk Ethan, she didn’t even know it was me. She thought it was you! She even said your name, it was dark in there!” Mark huffs in one breath and Ethan doesn’t know how to respond. He nodded before turning to lean against the couch.
“Honestly I don’t care how it happened Mark, that doesn’t change anything. It still happened regardless, and knowing why doesn’t make it hurt any less.” Ethan says, his voice soft. Ethan never thought of himself as cynical, but right now he felt like all the color was draining out of the world. The betrayal he feels almost feels as though it’s been branded onto him. Something he will never be able to leave behind, no matter what happens in the future, he’ll never be able to forget that this happened.
“I’m sorry Ethan, I- I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Mark says again, feeling panic growing in his chest. Ethan nods as he rubs a hand down his face. He turns to Mark, he wants to forgive Mark. His friendship is too valuable to Ethan to lose. He reaches out for Mark and wraps his arms around him, and he feels Mark release a breath. “I’m so- so sorry.” Ethan wraps his arms around Mark tighter, “I know.”
Forgiving Mark felt good, it brought Ethan some respite through the hardest time in his life. But another week had passed and he still couldn’t bring himself to answer your texts or calls, or open the door when you came by. He didn’t know how he could be around you without feeling all the pain come rushing back in. You kissed Mark. But he gave Mark a chance, and he knew sooner or later he’d have to give you a chance too. That’s why he texted you, and told you to come over. Ethan felt his palms sweating, it was like he couldn’t even breathe. The seconds seemed to tick by so slowly, and while he was still so angry and hurt... he couldn’t deny how excited he was to see you again.
When the doorbell rang, it was almost embarrassing how quickly Ethan was answering the door. You carefully made your inside and for a few minutes you and Ethan did nothing other than stare at each other. In an instant Ethan had reached forward and brought his lips to yours. He knew he’d never be able to trust you again, he knew the relationship was over. But before you go, he needs to feel you around him one more time. He needs to feel your skin against his. You melt into him, your lips moving with his as Ethan’s hand slide down your back to your legs. He tugs on your legs, signaling you to jump. Offering a little jump, Ethan wraps your legs around his waist as he presses you against the nearest wall.
You moan softly as Ethan trails desperate kisses down the column of your neck, his hands resting firmly on your ass. His movements are quick, almost desperate as he gently grinds against you. You moan again as your hands tangle in his hair, this wasn’t what you were expecting when he asked you to come over. You missed him, you missed this. Ethan’s lips trail back up to yours as he keeps turns and leans you down against the couch. His hands dance down your body to the waistband of your leggings, quickly yanking them down your body. “God Ethan I missed you.” You moaned, and for a second Ethan almost forgets. He almost forgets what you did. He nearly lost himself in the tender suppleness of your skin. Ethan nearly lost himself in the heat coming from between your legs.
Ethan doesn’t respond as his hand delves between your legs. His fingers dancing between your folds as you desperately fumble with the buckle of his belt. Eventually you pull it through the loops, already helping him unbutton his jeans as he leans over you again. He’s going to miss your skin against his, among so many other more meaningful things. He’s going to miss how your nose scrunches up when you laugh, or how you would play with his hair when he was stressed. Most of all he’s going to miss how safe he felt when he was with you, he’ll never feel like that with you again. You destroyed any sense of security he ever felt with you the second you pressed your lips against Mark’s. Once his jeans were around his ankles, Ethan kicked them off before slowly pressing his head into you.
He pulls you up against his chest, his head pressed into your neck as he slowly slides into you inch by inch. You hold desperately to him, moaning softly against his clothed shoulder as he gently stretches you open. You wind your legs around his waist as he slides out slowly before bottoming out again. Ethan sets a slow and steady pace, his breath fanning against your neck and your eyes are screwed shut as Ethan slowly pushes into you again and again. The pleasure building inside you is overwhelming and soon you’re panting against Ethan as he picks up his pace only slightly. Ethan drives into you again and again until you feel that winding coil inside you snap and you cum hard around him. Ethan offers a few more forceful thrusts before cumming into you, thank god for birth control.
Ethan is silent after he pulls out, and there’s a somber look on his face. You try to reach up to cup his cheek in your palm but he turns away from you. You lean up on your elbows, watching as he pulls his jeans back up. “I can’t trust you. Maybe it’s selfish of me but I just needed to feel you one last time.” Your eyebrows furrow together as your heart breaks in your chest. Is Ethan...breaking up with you? You quickly pull your leggings up, “Ethan...I’m sorry I am.”
“I know, but I can’t be in a relationship with no trust.” He says finally, his tone firm. You feel tears in your eyes as you stand.
“But I love you.” You whisper and Ethan turns to you with tears in his eyes.
“I love you, but I can’t do this.” He says again, before turning and heading up the stairs, taking your heart with him as he goes.
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