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Incel, femcel, or themcel. We just need a greasy, chronically online mean person to be a yandere. Any ideas on how that would work?

(The best idea I could come up with is streamer reader)

Livestream began twelve minutes ago.

"Oh? Shit, is that V? What's up, buddy- welcome back."

You're so perfect. Near a quarter of an hour late, and you still grace them with a greeting. They knew you weren't like the others they wasted their time on. No, you're kind. Inviting. God they loved you so much.

V stumbled across your channel on night during a drunken relapse into pouring their hours into viewing the lives of random strangers online. It was all they had to do after work with none of the potential partners they messaged ever responding to their texts or calls. Their lost.

You were in the beginning period of streaming with only ten followers to your name; majority likely close friends and family. V planned on giving "light" critic of your performance, but something about the brightness in your eyes as they joined the stream sobered them up and glued them to their seat completely.

"Hi, welcome. Your name is actually too long to fix on the screen. Is it cool if I just call you V?"

And they were hooked on you ever since.

Little by little, your fanbase grew to the comfortable size it was today; your first real viewer front and center for each recording. Despite the boost in popularity, you never forgot those who gave it to you in the first place. V likes to think they're the most valued member with their donations and the equipment they sent once they had convinced you to open a p.o box. Shame they never pin pointed the location before you announced your move and had it closed.

"Since you're here. I can try on that jacket you sent me before I finish packing. It's so cute."

V wipes specks of drool off their screen as you sort through a cardboard box and slip the coat on. You were wearing something they touched. Fuck, you're so cute they could just devour you alive. With no roomates, they could get away with licking their phone unlike last time, but they refrained from said temptation for now. Cat ears sprout atop your head as you pull the hoodie on. You rub your shoulders as the jacket's interior snuggles your frame.

"Whoa, much warmer than I expected. I might wear it during my flight."

You better. Since you forced the thought into their head, if they see you with anything else in your photos they might blow a gasket. Just imagining random commentors wondering where you got the coat and you answering with a nod at their existence gave V the ego boost of a lifetime.

"It's getting kinda late. We'll do some more chatting then I gotta bounce for the night."

V watches the rest of your stream with the loudest voice of the crowd. They wait until it ends to begin their nightly routine of screenshotting their favorite moments of the stream. The highlight was a frame of you posing like a cat following another's chatters request. Having so many pests ruined some of their enjoyment, but times like this they'd let slide. For now.

-

V sits alone at the bus stop the following day. The prized picture taken previously was now their lockscreen photo. The fifth change in the last two days. A creature like you was bound to have unworthy trash throwing themselves at your feet daily, but they knew that with your history it would only take one hello for you to fall as madly in love with them as they were you. You're different like that. If only they could meet you.

V is pulled from their moment of bliss by a tap on their shoulder; scowl ready for whoever dragged them from heaven - until they see whose standing in front of them.

"Hi, I hope I'm not bothering you, but do you know if this bus goes to this street? My taxi didn't drive out that far apparently...."

The stranger blinks, cat ears shifting.

"Sorry- have we met before? You seem familiar. "

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Cuphead: Isle of Memories (Rewrite)

*Hey! I'm back with another episode! I'm so sorry that it took so long to get out. I've been busy with life and such. Anyway, this is published on September 10, 2023. If you guys like the episode, please don't forget to vote and comment! Warning: Blood, guts, and body disfiguration. Thank you and have a blessed day! Enjoy!*

Episode Five: A Cat's Hell

Cassidy was sitting alone on the couch in a dark living room. Her eyes bloodshot and her body trembling. She was hugging her knees, her tail wrapped around her leg.

“Burden! Burden!”

“She looks like a wet mop.”

“Ew, she looks gross.”

“LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO ME YOU STUPID CAT! YOU SCRATCHED ME!”

“You deserved to be drowned.”

Cassidy started to sob, her ears pinned back. She could see the words etched all around the walls keeping her trapped and confined.

Burden.

Wet Mop.

Stupid cat.

Freak.

Ugly.

Annoying.

Disgusting.

Destructive.

Evil.

Belong to the Devil.

You don’t matter.

Those words were written over each other and all around the walls while the voices had gotten louder and louder until—

“What’s wrong?”

Cassidy felt a warm light on her back and turned to see Porkrind standing there with a soft gaze. She looked ahead to see the words etched over and over. “Can’t believe I lived through fifteen years…I mean, who would’ve thought?”

She watched her father sitting next to her, lighting up the dark living room only a little bit.

“There’s still life ahead,” Porkrind stated softly while looking at the etched words in front of him. “You believe all of those words?”

“Every single one of them,” Cassidy responded sadly.

Porkrind frowned. As they were staring at the destructive words in front of them, the uplifting words started to appear behind them.

Precious.

Beautiful.

Smart.

Compassionate.

Cute.

Amazing fighter.

Cutest Purrs.

Miracle Baby.

Kind.

Caring.

Angel.

Not a burden.

Sister.

Best Friend.

Sweetheart.

Lover.

Soft.

Belong in the light.

You matter.

The words were all neat and concise, making it perfect to read. However, Cassidy didn’t see the kind words behind her.

“What’s on your mind?” Porkrind asked.

Cassidy bit her bottom lip. “Well, so many things. First, the Night Stalkers situation and waiting for a moment where they find us and kill us. Then there’s Mugman with Tremaine inside of him and who knows when the potion will wear off. And then…there’s me…just existing. Do you think my parents love me?”

Porkrind placed a hand on the red feline’s shoulder, already providing warmth and comfort that eased her emotions. “With all of their hearts.”

She frowned and looked at the words in front of her. “I wish they tell me that right here.”

“They do. They do.”

“How do you know? Have you met them?” Cassidy asked while looking up to find that she could no longer see Porkrind. It was a figure in a white cloak, his hand still on her shoulder with a bright light covering his face. She had to look away since it was getting  bright.

“Yes, I have,” Porkrind’s voice faded, the voice becoming more soft-spoken and gentle. “And they told me that they love you everyday. They wished to be here to tell you that themselves and show you all of their love. They want me to tell you that they have love you ever since you are born, even while you were in your mother’s womb. They want me to tell you ”

“How do I know what I’m hearing is real?”

“Look behind you.”

Cassidy slowly turned around, facing the bright light. She could see the words…but couldn’t make out what they were saying. She squinted before—

She blinked her eyes open to find herself strapped onto the metal table. She looked around to find anyone nearby. The comforting warmth had vanished once she woke up. Now it was too hot in here. The sweat dripped around her red fur while she struggled in her restraints.

“LET ME GO!!” Cassidy cried, her head twitching and her veins glowing orange.

She resisted once Mugman entered her memory. His warm goofy smile and his unconditional hugs filled her head, which was contradicting the memories she remembered before shaking hands with the Devil. Wasn’t he ignoring her? No, he wasn’t. It couldn’t be. He really wanted to be with her. She remembered his sheepish grin when he confessed his love to her. Yes! He was the first to confess his feelings to her, not the other way around. And it wasn’t even out of pity as the Devil said before. Right? Was she going crazy? She might be.

Her veins glowed brighter orange, filling her head with a lie that Mugman outright said he hated her, but she knew it wasn’t true. Of course, it wasn’t. That wasn’t the Mugman she knew.

While she was resisting the lies and manipulation from Tremaine, Devil, Henchman, and Stickler were standing outside with Devil using his fingers to try to manipulate her to control the Tremaine in her veins.

“Dang it, I knew I shouldn’t have revealed her too soon to that blue-nosed buffoon,” Devil growled.

“D’uh, boss, maybe you should, I don’t know, put her back to the mortal world,” Henchman suggested.

“No, she’s a valuable asset. It’s just…now she’s refusing to believe in the memories I gave her,” Devil groaned.

“Erm, Henchman is right. The Most High might not be pleased with what you are doing and you have to put her back. The Most High has a way of using people to interfere with your plans,” Stickler reminded Devil.

Devil growled. “You know what, Stickler, I’m sick and tired of you and your existence. I need something more…extreme…something to get her back to me.” He thought for a moment and smirked evilly. “Oh, I think I got a better idea.”

He clenched his fist, watching Cassidy’s veins glowed brighter orange. She screamed in agony when she saw her biological parents getting tired of taking care of her. They would yell words at her that were hurtful.

“Piece of burden!”

“Will you stop being a burden for two seconds?!”

Cassidy cried in pain while tears were streaming down her face. Her mind spiraled back into the darkness, now with a faint voice calling out.

“Don’t believe in the lies! Don’t believe in the lies!”

Cassidy sobbed some more, buying into the lie once again. Her biological parents never loved her. Even if Porkrind had or hadn’t shown love as her father, her real parents never loved her. How would her father know? Mugman wouldn’t know either. No one would know except for the mysterious figure in her dream. Tremaine soon took over her whole body, pushing her back into a deep dark sleep and awakening a demon in her with red eyes and white slit pupils. 

~.~

Mugman snapped his eyes with a horrified gasp.

What just happened…? Did he just witness Cassidy suffering under Tremaine? He shook his head while he faced the darkness.

“What’s the matter, little one?” A voice asked gently behind him.

Mugman knew it was only Angel checking in on him. He was about to turn around, but he remembered to not to.

“Cassi…I need to find Cassi! You said that there’s a portal to the waking world, right?!” Mugman questioned, looking around the darkness.

“Yes, but I’m afraid that it’s not here yet.”

“How long till it appears?”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t you know anything—?!” Mugman swiftly turned around to face Angel angrily. Angel had blue fur and angelic wings and halo with little horns. But those looks faded away quick when he was transformed into a red fiery demon with horns shaped like rams and bat-like wings.

Mugman screamed and turned back around, running from Angel.

“Wait, don’t run, little one! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

Mugman ran as fast he could through the darkness, hoping to find the waking portal. However, he noticed a fireball ahead of him. He whirled around and found that something went through his body. He looked to realize that it was only blue ball that didn’t hit him like a fireball would.

“Are you okay? Did I scare you?” Angel’s voice echoed in the darkness.

Mugman breathed heavily and realized that he was on the plane…and Angel wasn’t the only resident there. There was another figure, a monstrous demon he was facing glaring into his soul.

“T-There’s two of you,” Mugman uttered in realization. “Where am I—?” He turned around to find a skeleton of the familiar horned Devil staring down at him with hollow eyes. “What is this place?!”

“A place where you die!” Demon barked and threw a fireball at Mugman.

Mugman yelped and turned around, facing Demon in front of him.

“Little one, don’t fret—”

“Let him! He’s delicious when he’s afraid!” Demon interrupted Angel, throwing another fireball. Mugman dodged out of the way with heavy breaths. He noticed his hands glowing blue with sparks. He shot the sparks at Demon, who took the hit with a snarl in pain. Mugman’s wings spread and he flew up to meet Demon’s eyes. His eyes and his veins glowed blue, shooting sparks at Demon. Demon took the impacts of the sparks, electrocuting him. Demon growled and summoned the beamed of fire by the palm of his hands. He threw it Mugman. Mugman gasped and whirled around, feeling water instead of burns on his back.

The young mug teen smiled brightly and faced Demon with a determined glare. He summoned water and electricity, shooting them at the red-furred demon in front of his face.

“Wait, little one—!” Angel’s voice tried to warn him.

Demon shot more fireballs out of frustration. Mugman dodged them swiftly and flew towards the red demon, splashing water from his palms with sparks within. Demon was hit by the water and electricity, struggling against his chains.

“Why you little—!” Demon’s words were interrupted by another hit from the sparks.

The last spark was the one that electrocuted Demon more than any other sparks Mugman threw at him. Demon was electrocuted with a scream and the chains pulled him back into one of the Devil’s hollow eyes. Mugman arched a brow in confusion and glanced to see Angel, without turning into Demon, being dragged along with Demon into the skull.

Mugman landed on the ground and watched them trapped in the skull belonging to the Devil. “What did I just do?”

“How did you do that?”

Mugman gasped and whirled around to face Gabriel, standing over him with shock in his eyes. “What did I just do?”

“Angel and Demon are tied to the Devil. Angel was what Devil was once and Demon was what he became. I’ve been trying to find you and I didn’t realize you ended up here with Angel and Demon. How did you even get here?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Gabriel frowned. “Well, at least you defeated them.”

“I need to get to the waking portal,” Mugman begged Gabriel.

“Why?”

“Cassidy. I saw her suffering in that lab! Devil is controlling her and hurting her! I need to wake up! I need to get her before it’s too late!”

“I am not sure if it’s here. It appears whenever it appears.”

“I need it to appear now!”

“Hold on—”

Mugman and Gabriel noticed the skull opening its mouth. Gabriel arched a brow in suspicion and looked at Mugman.

“Should we go into the mouth of the Devil?” Mugman questioned Gabriel.

“Hmm,” Gabriel uttered.

~.~

Gabriel and Mugman walked through the mouth of the skull, their eyes wondering around.

“I’ve never done this before,” Gabriel uttered while they looked around the darkness.

“Done what before?”

“Defeating Angel and Demon. I’ve been staying away from them for a while. I never thought you ended up there.”

“Why would you avoid them?”

“Well, Angel isn’t really an angel. He’s a demon. But I’m sure he didn’t tell you that in the beginning.”

“He said he would be turned into a monster if I turned around.”

“Yeah, that sums it up. But you put up a pretty good fight out there,” Gabriel replied with a proud tone.

Mugman looked at his hands. “I, uh, thanks…it’s just that…I don’t feel like I’m in control of my powers.”

Gabriel frowned. “Yeah, they get out of control once you get emotional.”

Mugman tilted his head. “So…stop being emotional?”

“What? No, that’s not what I’m saying. You have control of your powers whether you are emotional or not. Your powers adapt over time. I know it’s weird, but there’s always going to be new things you could do that you never knew you could. That’s part of having the gifts.”

Mugman frowned and noticed the stairs on the side of the skull’s jaw. He and Gabriel exchanged gazes before heading up the stairs and saw Angel and Demon chained up tighter within the skull.

“You little—”

“Now, now, you’re the one who picked a fight with him,” Angel argued with Demon.

“Shut it! He shouldn’t be here in the first place!” Demon shouted at Angel.

Gabriel looked between them with a brow arched.

Mugman noticed the hollow eyes looking at Cassidy, standing beside him with her eyes red and white slit pupils. He drew his brows together and ran up to the hollow eyes.

“Hey, what are you doing—?”

Mugman’s eyes glowed blue, which turned the hollow eyes blue.

Meanwhile, Devil was at a conference room in Hell with the demons controlled by Tremaine, including Henchman, Stickler, and Cassidy.

“Now that Tremaine is effecting the water systems, it’s only a matter of time before everyone else could have this chemical inside of them—!” Devil’s pupils suddenly turned blue.

“LET HER GO!!!”

The scream sounded familiar. Oh no, he knew who was getting into his head.

It was soon that Mugman was forced out of the Devil’s skull along with Gabriel. Mugman fell into the dark pit, with Gabriel left behind with Angel and Demon.

“Mugman—!”

Mugman fell before the light enveloped him from behind.

~.~

Mugman gasped awake, feeling someone’s hands on his shoulders.

He sat up abruptly from the bed and noticed Cuphead’s hand on his shoulder. He saw Natalie, Canteen, and Chalice looking over at the mug.

“Easy there, buddy, easy—”

Mugman didn’t have time to take it easy. He hopped off the bed and ran out of the bedroom.

“Mugman!” The kids shouted.

Mugman didn’t listen as he ran out of the base, confusing Dice in the early morning.

“Where are you kids going?” Dice questioned.

“I don’t know!” Cuphead responded while chasing after his brother.

“We’ll be back!” Canteen reassured Dice before the kids ran out of the base to get Mugman.

Mugman’s wings spread and hopped off out of the ground. He flew up into the sky, trying to find the entrance to Hell.

However, Cuphead spread his own fiery wings and flew off after his brother.

Dice witnessed the brothers’ wings and looked at the coffee pot that he had been drinking. “And things just got weirder.”

Meanwhile, Mugman flapped his wings to keep himself up in the air. Cuphead dashed through the sky into his brother, tackling him.

“Mugman, what are you doing?!” Cuphead shouted as both of the brothers fell from the sky.

“Cuphead, let go of me!” Mugman growled. The brothers were falling into the volcano, crashing through paper that has the image of lava. They tumbled down into the Underworld and collapsed on the ground with groans in pain.

“What the—?” Cuphead uttered in shock and let go of his brother. “The volcano was the entrance this whole time?!”

Mugman stormed off, which caused Cuphead to hurry after him.

“Wait, Mugman, slow down.”

“Slow down?! Slow down?! You’re telling me to slow down!”

“Yes! You’re not thinking rationally!”

“Oh, and you do?!”

“At least for once, yes!” Cuphead argued.

Chalice floated down into Hell in her ghost form. “Will you two ding-dongs stopped your shouting? You’re gonna alert the Devil and his imps if you keep shouting like that. Natalie and Canteen might stay behind to get help—”

Canteen’s scream could be heard from above them as he crashed onto the ground with a groan. “Ow—”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” Natalie screamed until she landed onto Canteen’s stomach, causing him to grunt.

“Ow!” Canteen yelped.

“Sorry, sorry,” Natalie apologized instantly.

“Or not…” Chalice replied while looking at them both. “You guys okay?”

Canteen raised his thumb up with a wheeze. “I’m okay.”

Cuphead glanced at Natalie. “Are you okay?”

Natalie groaned while getting up on her feet. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Man, who would’ve thought a volcano would be a cover-up?”

“It’s kind of obvious,” Canteen said while covering his side.

Chalice put her hands on her hips. “Well, now that we’re here, we might as well come up with a genius plan to get Cassidy out of the Devil’s control. So I was—”

“Mugman left,” Canteen pointed out.

The kids looked to see a puff of smoke that had the silhouette of Mugman until it disappeared into thin air with a pop.

“Aw, come on!” Chalice responded irritably.

“Mugman!” Cuphead called while running off. Chalice, Canteen, and Natalie followed behind him.

Meanwhile, Mugman strode through Hell with determination. He didn’t care if it was getting hot or if this was a reckless plan. Cassidy was down there. He saw her getting tortured. What more of a reason to go down here without thinking of a plan?

Mugman was lost though. He couldn’t tell which direction he was going, but he didn’t care. He had to keep going straight until he could find Cassidy. Maybe he could talk some sense into her. Maybe he could break the Devil’s spell on her. Maybe he could save her.

The teen mug didn’t realize he stumbled into the room full of green gas and mirrors. Should he breathed into that stuff? It wasn’t killing him. However, he felt light-headed. Why? His answer came when he looked into the mirror. His eyes widened in horror to see himself in the mirror, covered in blood. In the reflection, his veins were glowing orange just like it did when he had Tremaine inside of him. He had fur and his eyes were yellow with red irises.

That monster in the reflection crawled out to reach for Mugman.

“Get away!” Mugman screamed and kept running ahead, hoping to get to the other side of this place. However, as he was running, he heard a familiar maniacal laughter echoing in the chambers. The mug gasped and whirled around, stumbling against the mirror that showed Hunter’s reflection. Mugman felt grabbed by the handle, using sparks to shoot at whoever was gripping him from behind. He stumbled onto the ground and looked up to see the familiar tiger looming over him with a sadistic smile.

“Hello, little animal, been a long time—” Hunter’s stomach opened as his guts fell out of him. His skin peeled off of his face while his fur fell on the floor. However, Hunter wasn’t the only one coming out of the mirror. There were thirty-six hooded figures coming out, each one had their stomachs opened with missing guts and intestines.

“No! No! I-I didn’t mean it like this! I-I—!” Mugman glanced down to find his hands covered in blood along with his clothes. He started to tear up, breathing heavily and pressing his head against his hands. He closed his eyes while the pain in him grew more. He could feel his body transforming into something that was not. He had to keep moving to find Cassidy—

He opened his eyes and found Cassidy laying there on the floor, her blood surrounding her. He shook his head while gritting his teeth in pain. He reached out towards her and cradled her. He sobbed into her chest.

“No-No! I’m so sorry, Cassi! I’m so so sorry! Please, come back to me!” Mugman sobbed while holding Cassidy so close. “I love you! I love you so much! Please, come back to me! Please!” He clenched his jaw, ignoring Hunter and the assassins around him. He didn’t care what they had to say.

He could hear footsteps, but he didn’t care who was approaching him. He wanted to stay here and hold Cassidy in his arms, praying to whoever could hear him to bring Cassidy back.

~.~

“Mugman!” Cuphead called while entering the hall where the green gas was. He looked around to find mirrors all around the hall. “Ooh, fancy.”

Chalice, Canteen, and Natalie caught up to Cuphead.

“You think Mugman could be in here?” Chalice asked Cuphead.

Cuphead shrugged. “Let’s find out.”

Cuphead strode into the room with confidence. Chalice, Canteen, and Natalie followed him with unsure looks on their faces. As they were walking through the hall of mirrors, Canteen messed around with the green gas.

“Uh, should this stuff kill us?” Canteen questioned the others.

He didn’t hear a respond.

“Guys?” Canteen looked up and found that his group was gone.

However, his surroundings changed. It was…the orphanage? Canteen looked around to find all the kids working their butts off until he could see the younger version of himself. It’s hard to believe that he was so closed off when he was younger. Although, Canteen knew why.

He looked to find parents wanting to adopt him, believing that he was exceptionally gifted with everything. A Jack of all trades, potential parents would say.

However, Canteen could see the first parents who adopted him. They looked so happy to bring Canteen home and Canteen…was much more happier than he did. Canteen’s environment changed into somewhere warm and cozy. He looked to watch his adopted mother playing the violin with a soft gasp.

Canteen started to get teary-eyed and pressed his hand against the invisible wall. He couldn’t reach them no matter how hard he tried to break down the wall. His adopted father was playing the piano while his adopted mother taught his younger self how to play the violin. The tears leaked out of his eyes as he shook his head. He knew what was going to happen next.

His environment changed dramatically to the sight of a broken car crashed into a building. He blinked and watched in horror to see that his adopted parents, who were so loving before, laying in their car seats limped. No one came to help them. No one came to save them from the wreckage. Canteen Hughes stood there with tears in his eyes.

He stepped back from the wreckage, shaking his head.

“No, wait—!”

Canteen’s surroundings changed, causing him to breathe heavily once he was back in the orphanage. He blinked and caught his breath once another set of parents adopted him. A mechanic and his wife. Canteen remembering how to fix cars from the couple a long time ago. He was in their house, but he could hear them fighting constantly.

Little Canteen was thirsty one night and went into the kitchen to get a cup of water. When he entered the kitchen, his eyes widened in horror. He saw his other adopted mother by his adopted father. He glanced over at Canteen, who trembled at the sight of his adopted father holding the knife. However, his adopted father shed tears once he realized he had killed his wife. Little Canteen watched his own adopted father over taken by grief and guilt that his adopted father slit his own throat.

Little Canteen screamed in terror, shedding tears and trembling. He had to call for help and he did. Canteen, now older, watched his younger self crying and grieving over his adopted parents. His surroundings changed back to the orphanage, now witnessing the caretakers for the orphanages whispering things for potential parents that caused to look at young Canteen in discomfort and look for other kids to adopt.

“Bad luck, Hughes!”

Canteen clenched his jaw and glanced at the other kids to see them shouting in terror and pointing at him.

“No, it’s not true—”

“Don’t adopt him, he’ll bring you bad luck,” the caretakers whispered around him.

“Parents died after they adopted him. He’s not convicted of anything…but he seems to bring bad luck to the new parents who adopts him,” the caretakers said to the parents.

Canteen shaking his head. “It’s not true. It’s not my fault!”

“Bad Luck Hughes!”

“SHUT UP!” Canteen barked at the voices around him. Everything went dark around him. He was frozen in fear while more voices were shouting at him.

“Bad Luck Hughes!”

“Bad Luck Hughes!”

“Bad Luck Hughes!”

“It’s not true!” Canteen cried, but the voices insisted.

“Bad Luck Hughes!”

“Bad Luck Hughes!”

Canteen covered the sides of his head as if he was covering his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut. Trying not to cry or let it get to him, the voices went inside of his head even when he covered his ears.

“Bad Luck Hughes!”

“Bad Luck Hughes!”

“Bad Luck Hughes!”

He screamed, trying to be louder than the voices in his head. But no matter what he was doing, he could still hear the voices.

~.~

Chalice heard Canteen’s scream as she whirled around. She saw Canteen crouched down, covering his head with tears trickling into his googles.

“Canteen? Canteen?!” Chalice shouted in concern. She breathed in the gas and stumbled once she felt a little light-headed. She glanced over to see…herself except more taller. In her reflection, she had a white gown on with a golden shawl on her shoulders. She was glowing in the light, but there was blood on her golden hands. She had a golden spear.

Chalice blinked and shook her head before her surroundings transformed into a battlefield. Was this the battlefield that Mugman claimed to be seeing? No…it wasn’t. She saw her friends from her group known as the Calix Animi lying dead all around her. She looked at herself to realize that she had grown taller with bloodied hands. Chalice sniffled and looked to see her best friend laying dead on the grass.

“Gabriel?” Chalice called while coming up to the dead cup on the battlefield. She collapsed on her knees and cradled him in her arms. She clenched her jaw. “Gabriel, Gabriel! Can you hear me?!” She looked up and gasped in horror when new bodies were on the battlefield of everyone she was grouped with. The ones that stood out to her was Cuphead and Mugman laying on the battlefield and bleeding.

“Ding dongs! Hey! Are you guys okay?!” Chalice cried, running towards them.

The brothers didn’t respond to her call.

“GUYS!” Chalice sobbed while looking up to see Canteen laying against the boulder, limped. She shook her head and came by his side. “Canteen? Canteen, hey! C’mon, wake up! Wake up!”

Soon, she was surrounded by more and more dead bodies. She looked up to find the Devil and his army, coming towards the battlefield and readying their weapons. She stood alone with her spear, glaring ahead of her.

~.~

Natalie looked at the mirrors around her with each of her reflection staring back at her. She was behind Cuphead, but not very long when she realized that her reflections were starting to show her ugliness with her hair out of control, missing her front tooth, and chips all over her face.

“Oh no, Natalie, you’re losing your beauty. No one is going to want an ugly duckling, now would they?”

Natalie heard the voice of her mother and quickly rushed to pretty herself up as fast as she could. But no matter how hard she tried to look beautiful, she kept getting uglier and uglier to the point where even make-up wouldn’t even save her beauty. She shook her head.

“Ugh, why can’t I just—?”

A maniacal laugh echoed behind Natalie. She tensed up and noticed someone behind in the reflection. She looked behind her and saw a familiar friend in a red dress and red eyes standing there and leaning against the reflection.

“How cute. You’re still worried about your looks,” Cassidy spoke with a sadistic smile. “You’re still the same Natalie that I remembered.”

“Cassi?” Natalie recognized tearfully.

“Why don’t we catch up?” Cassidy responded with the orange glow in her veins. “I heard that our school is holding a reunion for all the students there. Sadly, I wasn’t invited. But who says that I needed to be invited when I can just come anyway? Why don’t I take you there, hm?”

Natalie watched everything shift around. She blinked in shock when the earth was moving under her feet. “Cassi, what are you doing?”

Cassidy smirked evilly and teleported them out of the hall of mirrors.

Natalie and Cassidy were at the school…but was the school real? Did Cassidy take Natalie into her mind? Was this all a hallucination?

“Oh, look, we’re here,” Cassidy said with a bright smile, turning Natalie around to have her focus on Cassidy when she was a kitten. Young Cassidy was walking with Porkrind and Jerry to school. Young Cassidy was clutching onto Porkrind’s leg.

“Don’t make me go. Don’t make me go—”

It fast forward suddenly, earning a brow raised from Natalie. If Natalie could recall correctly, she could remember Porkrind and Jerry trying to soothe her into going to school. Something wasn’t right in the memories.

It fast forward to when Young Cassidy was about to approach Young Natalie.

“Ooh, I remember this part really well,” Cassidy said while gripping on Natalie’s shoulders to make her watch the memory unfold.

Young Cassidy approached Young Natalie, who looked at the kitten in annoyance.

“Hi, I’m Cassidy. What’s your name?” Young Cassidy chirped.

“Ugh, I don’t befriend peasants who wear overalls,” Young Natalie responded with a scoff. The other little girls that Young Natalie was friends with laughed at Young Cassidy.

Young Cassidy frowned and closed herself off.

Natalie clenched her jaw. “Oh yeah…I definitely remembered that.”

“That’s good. I was gettin’ worried that you’re going to gaslight me like you usually do.”

“G-Gaslight?” Natalie questioned.

“Oh, you don’t think you did? Let’s see what else you did—Oh, I think I found some memories that might tell us more about you.”

Cassidy snapped her fingers and the memory of Young Natalie watching Young Cassidy carried and thrown into the lake by Jimmy and Jamie, laughing along with her friends.

“WAIT!!!” Natalie screamed, but the bullies threw Young Cassidy into the lake. It was sudden that Natalie was thrusted into another memory of where the bullies threw Cassidy into the tall hollow tree trunk while Young Natalie was laughing along with her friends. Young Cassidy cried while scratching on the wood.

“Please! Let me out! Please!!! Let me out!!!” Young Cassidy cried.

“Wait, Cassi! I didn’t laugh during those times.”

“Oh, here you go again with the gaslighting,” Cassidy said with a smirk. “You know, you oughta try a little harder to be manipulative—”

Natalie and Cassidy noticed Young Natalie heading over to the empty tree trunk with rope and ladder. Young Natalie took the ladder and climbed up to throw down the rope. Young Cassidy climbed out of the tree trunk and tumbled onto the ground along with Young Natalie.

“Thank you,” Young Cassidy uttered.

Young Natalie shook her head. “Don’t mention it.”

“No, really, I—”

“I mean, don’t ever mention to anyone that I helped a social outcast. Just go back home and don’t let them catch you, got it?” Young Natalie responded.

Young Cassidy nodded her head.

“Good. Now go.”

Young Cassidy hurried off with Young Natalie watching the little kitten softly.

Cassidy widened her eyes, the red disappeared. She looked back at Natalie with normal-looking eyes.

“Cassi!” Natalie replied happily.

Cassidy winced back from Natalie, stuck in her memories. “Natalie…what…where are we?”

“Uh…I think you took me into your memories…don’t even ask me how. But I’m so happy that you’re back and—!”

Cassidy’s eyes instantly changed back to red with white slit pupils. “You’re happy that I’m back? I thought I was a burden to you.”

Natalie blinked in shock. “Cassi…about what I said in the dungeons, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Yes, you did. Every single word.”

“Cassi, you really don’t think less of me, do you? Are you really going to judge me for one mistake I made?”

“One mistake?” Cassidy scoffed. “One mistake?! Oh, you’ve made a lot more than one.”

“What?”

Cassidy snapped her fingers. “Didn’t you tell me that you’ve befriended me out of pity?”

“C-Cassi—”

Natalie looked up and saw the younger versions of Natalie and Cassidy hanging out together. They were ten if Natalie remembered correctly.

“The only reason why I’m even friends with you is because I feel sorry for you,” Young Natalie responded. “And I want to be friends just to spite Mom. Mom keeps expecting me to do so much and it’s gettin’ tiring. Sooo, what do you say? You want to be my friend?”

“Sure,” Young Cassidy replied happily.

“Such a burden of a friend who wanted nothing more than someone her age to befriend her,” Cassidy replied with a sly grin. “But she’s so desperate for a friend…I’m desperate for a friend, Natalie…and you haven’t been a very good friend.”

Natalie looked through memories of memories where she started to breathe heavily.

“Ugh, Cassidy, it’s no big deal. You can still eat the sugar.”

“Oh my gosh, why did you throw up so much?”

“Relax, Cassi, it’s not like going to fairs are gonna kill ya.”

“See? Everything works in our favor.”

“Ugh, Cassidy, you can be such a worry wart sometimes.”

“Cassidy, you need to make yourself look pretty if you want someone to be impressed by you.”

“SHUT UP!” Natalie shouted while watching many memories of Natalie walking over Cassidy and pressuring Cassidy of doing things that Natalie wanted to do.

“Ugh, here we go, she’s going to rant.”

“Why can’t we just go to the water park instead of the library?”

“Come on, Cassi! It’s not like the water is going to kill you.”

“Are you really going to leave your friend out to dry? Or are you going to be a good friend and come with me to try this sushi place?”

Natalie breathed heavily. “Cassi…”

“You remembered all of this, do you?”

She shook her head and looked at her best friend. “Cassi, look, these were all just—”

“WHY ARE YOU SUCH A BURDEN?!”

Natalie clenched her teeth and grabbed her head. “I didn’t mean for any of this. I made a mistake, Cassidy. I made a mistake.”

“Oh no…not a mistake. You’ve never really cared about me,” Cassidy growled at Natalie. “You’ve just used me as your pawn for your little rebellion against your mom. You know that I’m desperate for a friend my age and you took advantage of that. You may have saved me from that tree trunk, but you still didn’t care. You always want to look good in both looks and personality. But here you are…uglier than you’ve ever been before.”

“Please, Cassi—”

Cassidy gripped around Natalie’s throat. “Tell me, Natalie. Am I ever good enough to be your friend? Or do you still think I should’ve been dead along with my kind?”

“Cassi—I didn’t mean any of those words.”

“Nuh-uh, remember the memories you saw. Remember how careless you were of me. Now answer me. Am I ever going to be good enough to be your friend or do I deserve to die along with my kind?”

Natalie breathed heavily in fear.

~.~

Cuphead continued onward, unaware of his friends staying behind and under their hallucinations. However, he saw his brother ahead, cradling something but there was nothing in his arms.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”

“Mugman?” Cuphead uttered until he got a little light-headed. Mugman disappeared from his vision…which was strange.

His surroundings changed into Elder Kettle’s house as he turned around behind him to find Mugman’s body sprawled on the floor. He was bleeding everywhere as if something just killed him. Cuphead breathed heavily in fear.

“Mugman…Mugman! Noo!! This is all in my head—wait a minute,” Cuphead uttered and looked at his brother. “Wait, I saw you a second ago. There ain’t no way you’re dead.”

Mugman suddenly snapped his eyes open with red in his irises and his monstrous form taking over.

Cuphead squinted at Mugman in confusion. “Wait, we just got Tremaine out of you. There ain’t no way you got Tremaine inside of you again.”

Mugman froze in shock.

“Yeah, this is definitely in my head. Wait, what’s the word where you’re seeing things that aren’t really there? Hmm…”

Mugman leaped to attack Cuphead, who was fighting back.

“Hold on, I know the word…what is it?”

Mugman started to roar like a maniac while Cuphead was throwing him down on the ground.

“Will ya calm down for one second?! I’m over here racking my brain around about what a hallucination is.” Cuphead widened his eyes with a bright smile. “Hey, that’s right. Hallucinations are hallucinations.”

Mugman didn’t say with him.

“Hey, you didn’t say it with me. You’re not real!” Cuphead shouted at his hallucinations.

Cuphead was brought back to reality, which he realized that he was facing a mirror the entire time. He blinked to see the red outline protecting him from the fear gas around him. The young cup brightly smiled and looked back to see Mugman cradling something that wasn’t there. With determination, he came by his brother and put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. There was a sudden red outline around his body. Mugman blinked to realize he wasn’t holding anything and looked up to find Cuphead with his hand resting on his brother’s shoulder.

Cuphead smiled and helped his brother up on his feet. Both Cuphead and Mugman went around the mirror hall, holding hands to keep Mugman sane throughout the trip. They saw Chalice trying to fight off something. Cuphead grabbed her shoulder, letting the red outline around Chalice. Chalice blinked in shock as the three of them saw Canteen covering his head with tears in his eyes.

They walked over to Canteen with Cuphead holding both Mugman’s and Chalice’s hands. Chalice reached over and placed her hand Canteen’s shoulder. The red outline went around Canteen, snapping him back to reality. He looked up to find Chalice pulling him up on his feet. She held his hand tightly so that they wouldn’t let go.

They looked around the mirror hall to not find Natalie anywhere, which was strange. Where did she go? They walked out of the hall of mirrors and stood in horror, their eyes widened to find Cassidy holding Natalie hostage by her throat.

“Looking for her?” Cassidy asked the other kids.

“Cassi, let’s talk about this,” Chalice responded, putting her hands up.

“What’s there to talk about?” Cassidy growled at the gold chalice. “You all think I’m a burden somewhat. You all take advantage of me.” She tossed Natalie onto the floor, causing her to cough for air.

“We didn’t take advantage of you,” Canteen pointed out.

“Oh, I guess they’re developing your controlling ways, Natalie. You must have influenced them good,” Cassidy growled in disbelief.

“Cassi, it’s true,” Cuphead responded. “We never took advantage of you.”

“Yeah, Devil is lying about your memories. Cassi, please, listen to us,” Chalice replied, stepping closer to Cassidy. “We swear on our lives that we have never took advantage of you. Okay? In fact, when someone is callin’ ya a burden, we would defend you to the death.”

“That’s true,” Canteen agreed.

“Please, honey, snap out of this,” Mugman begged his girlfriend.

Cassidy blinked and her eyes went back to normal. She gasped to see Mugman again. “Mugman?” She looked down to see Natalie coughing out. Cuphead sped towards Natalie and carried her in his arms.

“I-I don’t know what I’m doing,” Cassidy uttered while shedding tears.

It was sudden that the orange glow in her veins took control of her again, causing her to scream.

Chalice gasped and looked back at Cuphead and Natalie. “Cups, take Natalie back to base. We’ll catch up.”

Cuphead shook his head. “Wait, then how are you guys gonna get through the room?”

“We’ll figure it out. Just go!” Chalice demanded.

Cuphead sighed and held Natalie close in a protective manner. Cuphead spread his fiery wings and flew away from the group.

Chalice turned into the ghost and zoomed inside of Cassidy to possess her.

“M-Mugman…take her…now!”

Mugman didn’t hesitate to spread his wings and flew into Cassidy, picking her up in his arms. He flew around towards the hall and picked Canteen up onto his back. Both Mugman and Canteen held their breaths and closed their eyes.

Mugman flew blindly through the gas chamber in the hall of mirrors before stumbling out.

While Mugman was trying to fly to the exit, Cassidy snapped her red eyes open and used telepathic forces to push Mugman and Canteen off of her. Mugman and Canteen flipped over her and tumbled onto the ground. Soon, Chalice was shoved out of Cassidy’s body.

Chalice’s body transformed into her physical form with a groan in pain.

As Chalice was standing up, Cassidy glared at her.

“You swore on your lives you hadn’t taken advantage of me…” Cassidy growled while forming a fireball in her hands. “I guess you really didn’t mean it.” She shot her fireball at Chalice.

Canteen noticed this and hurried towards Chalice. “CHALICE, LOOK OUT!!”

Before Chalice could have the time to react and dodge away from the fireball, Canteen shoved her out of the way. He took the hit and was slammed against the wall behind him. Chalice tumbled on the ground and looked up to see Canteen laying against the wall. He wasn’t breathing at the moment, causing her to rush by his side.

“Canteen!” Chalice cried and kneeled by his side. “Canteen! Wake up! Come on! Come on!”

Mugman saw this and looked up to see Cassidy ready to fire another fireball at Chalice. He clenched his teeth and jumped in between Chalice and Cassidy. He folded his wings to shield himself with electricity on his wings.

Chalice widened her eyes to watch him shield her and Canteen from another hit.

Mugman managed to throw the fireball away from him. He looked up at her with blue eyes. “Please, Cassi, I don’t want to fight you. Please…”

“You’re not so different after all,” Cassidy growled at Mugman.

Mugman softened his gaze and shook his head. “Cassi…don’t make me fight you.”

Cassidy charged towards Mugman, who shielded himself with his wings. She took his wing and threw him against the wall with a newfound strength.

Mugman dodged her next attack with her throwing rocks at him. “Cassi—please, stop.”

Cassidy kept throwing rocks at him, which made him irritated. He felt sparks coming out of his body. He flew towards her, his fingers locked with hers to hold back of her attacks.

“Honey, I’m serious. I don’t want to fight you,” Mugman snarled at Cassidy.

“Why not?” She growled and pinned him against the wall harshly.

“Cassi—”

She threw a punch on his cheek. “Tell me. Why don’t you want to fight me?”

“Because—”

She threw another punch against his face, worsening the sparks coming out of his body. “Because of what?!”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!!!” Mugman screamed, the sparks coming out and pushing Cassidy back away from him.

Cassidy tumbled away from Mugman.

Mugman breathed heavily and saw her passed out on the floor. “C-Cassi?”

Chalice watched with shock while picking Canteen in her arms.

Before Mugman could come over to check on Cassidy, he felt a web on his back. He glanced behind and noticed Chalice and Canteen having the same thing. They were suddenly yanked up through the exit.

“CASSI!!! NO!!!”

~.~

As they were being pulled up, Mugman was struggling against the web. It was revealed that Charlie was the one who was pulling them up from Hell with the help of Esther and O’Fera.

“What were you bozos doin’ down there?!” Charlie scolded the kids.

“Canteen is hurt!” Chalice alerted the others while O’Fera pulled Canteen off of the web. She examined quickly before carrying him in her arms.

“We got to go back to base. Hurry!” O’Fera demanded.

“Wait, Cassi is still down there!” Mugman shouted while the others were sprinting back to base.

“We’ll come back for her later, sonny,” Esther reassured Mugman.

“No, we have to get her now!!” Mugman demanded while breaking through the web with his sparks, scaring Charlie.

When he was about to fly away and back to Hell to get to Cassidy, Esther used her lasso and roped him back to them.

“Hold on there, sonny!” Esther responded. “You’re going to get yourself killed!”

“We have to go back to base. Canteen is injured,” O’Fera responded to Mugman. “We have to make a proper plan to get in—”

“No, I can’t. I can’t wait. She was right there. I have to—I have to—” Mugman instantly fainted.

“Uh…what just happened?” Charlie uttered while they watched him tossed and turned, his eyes suddenly turning blue.

“I think he’s seeing visions…pick him up. Hurry,” O’Fera demanded.

Esther picked Mugman up and they all rushed back to base.

Once they returned to base, Cuphead and Natalie saw them.

Canteen was set on the table while Bulldog was working on his wounds to help him feel better. Mugman was placed on the bed by Esther, who was still tossing and turning until his eyes finally closed and stopped moving.

“Uh…guys…I think Mugman’s not moving,” Esther alerted the others.

O’Fera entered the room and checked for Mugman’s heartbeat. “He’s got a steady heartbeat. Mugman...can you hear me? Mugman?!”

Mugman fell into a deep sleep.

"Mugman! Mugman!!!" 

Mugman gasped awake. Sitting up, he realized that he was in a field of green grass. He didn’t know why he fainted. What happened? Why couldn’t he wake up now? He got up and looked around to find a woman cup sitting by the full-grown willow tree, vines and leaves dangling around her to give her shade from the bright light. She had blonde hair covering her head when she was reading a book until she looked up to find Mugman approaching her.

He tilted his head and widened his eyes in recognition. “M-Ma?”

She smiled softly. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

“W-What happened? Where am I?”

“You’re in someplace safe.”

“I-I can’t be here.”

“Why not?”

“Cassi…my girlfriend…she’s-she’s in trouble, Ma. I need to go back. I need to save her.”

“Why do you always feel the need to save people?”

Mugman blinked in confusion. “What?”

“Why do you always feel the need to save people? First, your brother. And now your girlfriend. Why do you always feel like you need to be the one to save people?”

“I don’t understand what you’re asking.”

His mother sat up straighter. “You told me that you need to save her. Why? What does that mean when you said that?”

Mugman seemed to be confused for a moment. “I-I don’t know. I mean, that I need to save her from Devil.”

“You need to save your brother from Devil too—”

“Because I can’t live without them, okay?” Mugman started to whimper, hugging himself. “I feel like I have to save them, because if I don’t…they…they’ll be dead. And it’ll be my fault. All of it is my fault.”

“Now, that’s not fair, is it?” His mother responded. “You’ve put too much blame on yourself for too long. You’ve put the responsibility of your brother’s life and your girlfriend’s life on your shoulders. You love them and you want to save them. But you can’t always save everyone you care about. Sometimes, things happen to some people and…you can’t always be the one to stop or save them.”

“But I’ve killed people, Ma! I’ve killed people while Tremaine was inside of me! I-I didn’t mean any of it. I can’t sleep without seeing Hunter. I had to make something up for all the damages I caused for everyone—”

His mother shook her head. “Mugman…you’re blaming yourself for something you couldn’t control at the time. The kills you’ve made were not intentional. Not the way I see it at least. But now that Tremaine is out of you, you are free from the shackles the chemical gave you. The damages you’ve caused were repaired already. You can’t keep blaming yourself like this. It’s not fair to blame yourself for something that you can’t control. You can’t control the outcome, Mugman. You can only control how you behave, act, and perceive the world.”

He rubbed his arm and lowered his gaze on the grass. “I want to save her.”

“I know, son. I know. You said you can’t sleep without dreaming of Hunter, right?”

“Y-Yeah.”

She put the book down and opened her arms.

Mugman tilted his head in confusion for a moment until he crawled into his mother’s arms. She cradled him and kept him close. Mugman suddenly felt warmth and comfort in his mother’s arms.

“You won’t dream of Hunter here,” she said softly.

“But I need to save her—”

“Shh, I know. I know. But if you want to save her, you can’t do it with bags under your eyes. I’ve noticed you haven’t been getting sleep.”

Mugman started to get drowsy, laying against his mother’s chest.

“And Mugman—.”

Mugman perked his head up slightly.

“—You don’t always have to do things alone. Sometimes you will need help from others. And sometimes, the best outcome happens when others are helping out.”

Mugman nodded his head with a hum and fell asleep on what he thought was his mother’s chest. The white robed figure held onto Mugman’s small body gently. His face was covered by a bright light. He looked out into the field while holding Mugman close to him like a protective parent. 

To Be Continued...

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STEVEN GRANT SFW ALPHABET -- PT 1

this was VERY fun to do and it made giggle a few times (dont tell anyone) here you go!

Activities – What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

So in my opinion steven is one of those people who care about the company rather than the activity kind of person? Like we could be sitting silence reading and he’d be having a blast because its comfortable silene. Or we could go all out and creative and go to a pottery making date (yes this is peak creativity for me,im a very old fashioned coffee dates and fancy restaurants kind of gal. SUE ME!) and he would also have TONS of fun because he values the company and people he’s spending time with!

Boo! – How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

Okay to be honest when I first read ‘BOO’ I was like ‘muahaha im gonna spook steven’ but then I finished reading and its about receiving and giving gift… ANYWAYS! Okay but about getting spooked, I feel like steven is just one of those people who get spooked easily. So okay imagine this, you’ve been living with steven for quite some time now (mmm like 4-5 months-ish) and hes doing something in the kitchen or reading or just sitting and staring into the void and you come quietly behind and just BARELY graze his shoulder and quietly say “steven..” he will get in attack mode im sorry. (like this) “ GAAaAh! WHA-? Oh gods you scared me” and he will clutch his boobs I means his pearls in fear and then laugh it off and ask you “what is it love? Did you need something?”  

Comfort – How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or try to handle it themselves?

I guess it depends on every person and how they like to be comforted? Like me for example if im crying or having a bad day I just like to be left alone and ill come to you if or when im ready to talk. So with steven I think he would just be like a cat. Just lingering around me (with probably longing eyes) with a safe distance to give me space.

The other way around however, with steven I think he would love a shoulder to cry on or someone to hear him rant or ramble about why hes upset would be perfect. As he never had anyone to liste—nopE NOPE nevermind!

Dance – Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

im sorry people but steven is not a good dancer, like AT ALL. But boy does he love to dance around the flat, like I don’t know if its his autism but he may dance his way to place (like going from the bathroom to bedroom etc) or he could be standing perfectly still and just start to dance out of nowhere (don’t worry steven im right with ya) ALSO! OF COURSE HE LOVES DANCING WITH YOU?? Come on now, by now we know steven watches a lot of rom coms so of course he spins you around in the kitchen in the morning after a night of sweet love making (was that cringe? Yea probably) while making breakfast.

Excitement – How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

As we established, steven is very much on the autism spectrum so happy stims FOR DAYS! Jumping around, hand clapping, fist bumps you name it basically! And watch out for potential kisses all over your face especially when youre the reason of his excitement! Definitely do not think about steven picking you up and spinning you around your shared flat laughing his ass off, nope nope.

Future – What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

*loud gulp and body shiver* hmmm future? Married? KiDs? All very scary topics (to me) yes okay come on you know damn well he already thinks you’re the one when you greet gus the second (gus the first gone but never forgotton) with a smile when you first visit his place. Hes already thinking about the wedding venue when he puts himself down when he realizes that hes (cutely) rambling about his favorite myths and legands and you tell him “no no please continue, im genuinely interested. Besides you look very pretty talking about your interests wink wink” (yes I do say wink wink in real life). And hes thinking about how he wants 2 kids with you when one day your in the park walking together and your playing on the swings and a spoiled brat comes to you telling you that its their swing and asking you to move, so you smile sweetly and look into that brats eyes and say “ I didn’t realize it had your name on it?”

--- THIS IS NOT ALL OF THE ALPHABET (obviously) if you want more just tell me! ---

i got the template here!

(part 2)

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This meme was sent in from here from @int65

👀 Do the mun and you get along? 

Shota let out a soft grunt, not wanting to be bothered over such useless questions. With it being the end of the term and summer around the corner, he had exam results to go over after all. "Ngh, I mean, D.A. is okay I guess. I don't know if the term 'get along' would be quite a way to describe it. He's a bit loud and excitable at times, but then again, it seems to be a common theme that all people in my life are noisy. He can get goofy sometimes or go on stupid rants about whatever he's interested in at the moment, but I don't think that he's a bad person." "I actually think in a way, we have a couple things in common. For one, he's caffeine dependent and is a cat person and he has no margin for bullshit. He always is looking out for other people even when he likes to pretend or convince himself that he doesn't give a fuck. We both work with kids, so there is that too." Shota gave a small hunch of his shoulders. "So, I think at the very least, we have a mutual understanding of each other."

🙏 Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world? 

Aizawa threw back his head letting out a bark of a laugh. The question alone was comedic gold. "He hardly can survive in the one that he's living in right now, and I don't even mean that woefully. One villain stopping traffic would be enough to throw him into a tantrum. He'd probably end up being just as much of a fanboy as Izuku is and that's saying something. Then again, if heroes were his reality, on the flipside he might actually have 0 interest in it and view it as something stupid and 'Keeping Up With the Kardashians'-esque" Shota gave a small toss of his head from side to side as he considered his next words. "He'd never be a hero and his quirk would be far from heroic, unless you consider healthcare hero work and I suppose it is in a way. He wouldn't view it that way though. More likely, he'd have some sort of cooking orientated quirk and I suppose he'd be able to get by with that. It probably would be something along the lines of having the ability to make perfect measurements every time. He has a talent with the gas pump too in that regard and almost always gets the cost to match an even number. If you can call that a talent that is."

⏳ How much time does the mun spend on your blog? 

Shota raised his brow with question. "As in like...maintenance things or like in general? As far as maintenance goes, he is actually pretty bad at those kind of things. He likes doing HTML stuff and all that but you're never going to get an elaborate page or graphic out of him. He actually has made an attempt with this blog to not strive for aesthetics and feels that it takes away and distracts him from what he really wants to do; which is roleplay. He also figures that if people want to write with him, he hopes it's for his actual writing. And not whether or not he can make his page look pretty." Shota let out a soft hum of thought. "And I suppose that's rational." "As far as how much time he spends looking at this blog, the answer is way too much. He usually isn't someone to obsessively check his notifications on his phone but since he's excited to be back into roleplay, he has been doing just that. He isn't constantly refreshing his page or anything but, the moment he gets a notification, he tries to check it at the very least."

☀ Does the mun have other muses beside you? What is your opinion on them?

"Other muses besides me?" he repeated, his teeth bared in it's usual disturbing way, amused. "As of right now, yes and no. D.A has had a lot of different muses in the past from all over the place. He actually came back to this hellsite with the intention of playing Alastor Moody again, but has decided to remove Al from the fandom that he is in and make him an OC. He really needs to get on that but I've been serving as a distraction." "D.A. has played all sorts of characters but always ends up writing anti-heroes and certainly has a type. Al & I have a lot in common; we're both teachers, amputees and missing an eye. I also would say even as far as personality we're quite the same. Gruff on the outside but caring on the in. We even both have two siblings I can't speak about myself but, Alastor is undoubtedly a true hero and a good man over all. He surly has a 'Plus Ultra' personality." "He has debated picking up a few more BNHA characters, but wants to make sure that he is able to run my blog first before he gets Al up and running. Then he'll think about other characters. He has also considered possibly putting Al on a multi-account but is unsure of what other muses he wants to play anyway."

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Rewriting my story with you [Part 1 of 6]

Ao3 : Here. Summary : Adrien is not feeling well. He decides to run away from his problems and finds himself in Gotham. But his traitorous heart starts to beat for a certain vigilante. Why did he always have to choose to complicate everything? Relationship : Adrien Agreste x Damian Wayne WARNING: This story makes a lot of references to depression. If you are not comfortable with this kind of theme, I would not recommend reading this fic. 

Chapter 1: I have a problem    

Gotham City was always shrouded in darkness, but for Adrien Agreste, also known as Cat Noir, it was the perfect place to escape his complicated love life. He had left Paris for a while, hoping to find some peace of mind, away from Ladybug and their unresolved feelings.

But Gotham was a different kind of chaos. A darkness that seemed to creep into your soul, and Adrien found himself feeling lonelier than ever. He had always been a lone hero in Paris, but in Gotham, he felt even more isolated.

He was sitting alone in a coffee shop, lost in his thoughts, when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Adrien? What are you doing in Gotham?"

He was surprised to see an old acquaintance: Zoe Lee.

The girl had had to leave Paris during their second year of high school to live with her father. Who would have thought that she also lived in Gotham?

"Zoe!" Adrien exclaimed, standing up and hugging her tightly. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm supposed to meet up with some friends, but they just called me and said they'd be late. I came here to pass the time. I didn't think I'd meet you..."

She looked at him, her smile a little hesitant.

"You're definitely the last person I expected to see here in Gotham."

Adrien scratched his head in embarrassment. He couldn't see himself telling his life story to someone he hadn't spoken to in a long time.

"I wanted a change of scenery. You know... See what the world looks like outside my cocoon..."

"I understand the feeling!"

She sat with him for a while. Finally, when her phone began to vibrate, she excused herself to leave.

"Let's exchange numbers, I still have so much to tell you!"

Adrien couldn't bring himself to say no to her. He felt terribly alone, but at the same time, didn't want to talk about it.

What a strange feeling.

So, he did what he always did: he smiled and gave her his number, like the stupid perfect doll he was.

Adrien returned home. He didn't have much to do so he sat at his window. He had chosen to live in a part of Gotham City that had a bad reputation. Why? He wanted to be as far away from the rich as possible. He had been surrounded by those hypocrites all his life, the last thing he needed was to be around those bullies who thought they were above everyone else.

The window had a fire escape. He stood there, just staring into the void. He came to his senses when he felt the cold breeze give him chills. It was already dark, and he had not eaten anything solid yet. All he had in his stomach was the coffee he had drunk with Zoe.

It was time to go out and buy something to eat. Hopefully there would be a robber or someone to put an end to his miserable existence. As if the universe was laughing at him, nothing happened to him during that night. Nor during any other night. He could go out as late as he could, take the darkest alleys. Nothing happened to him. He didn't know if it was luck or a curse.

This went on for several weeks.

He talked to Zoe regularly, and they called each other from time to time. Adrien was still not getting better, but... He had fewer suicidal thoughts. He just had this constant emptiness in his heart.

Then one night, while wandering around the city, he found himself in a dark alleyway. He wasn't paying attention and before he knew it, he was surrounded by a group of dangerous-looking men.

Adrien tried to run (it was ironic, considering the fact that some time ago he had wished to be attacked), but they caught up with him and started to beat him up.

Just when Adrien thought it was the end for him, a mysterious figure appeared out of nowhere and took down the attackers with incredible speed and precision. Adrien was in awe as he watched the masked figure effortlessly defeat the attackers.

As the last attacker was taken down, Adrien stumbled to his feet, unsure of what had just happened. The masked figure turned to him, and for the first time, Adrien saw the bright green eyes behind the mask.

"Are you okay?" the masked figure asked, extending a hand to help Adrien up.

His heart missed a beat. Then his heart began to beat very loudly. It was as if he was able to hear his own heartbeat. Adrien couldn't believe what he was seeing. This figure was unlike anything he had ever seen before. He felt drawn to the stranger, as if there was something about him that made Adrien feel safe and comfortable.

He took a few steps back. His mouth opened and then closed again. He was no stranger to this situation. Something similar had happened to him before. Adrien was petrified. He finally found his voice and managed to thank his mysterious savior in a low voice.

"Thank you."

The masked guy simply nodded and disappeared into the darkness.

Over the next few days, Adrien couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious figure that had saved his life. He wandered around the city, hoping to run into him again. But the masked guy seemed to be nowhere to be found.

One night, while Adrien was walking home from a dinner with Zoe, he heard a commotion coming from an alleyway. He cautiously approached the alleyway and saw that a group of men had cornered him again. Adrien was about to turn and run, but before he could, the masked guy appeared once again. With incredible speed and skill, the masked figure took down the attackers, leaving them dazed and confused. Adrien felt overwhelmed with gratitude and admiration for the stranger but at the same time, he felt like giving himself a slap.

Buddy, you're just getting out of a chaotic situation. You've spent the last few years in love with a great girl, but who only sees you as a partner, and you... You, you idiot, have a crush on the first guy who saves you? What's your problem?!

"Who are you?" Adrien asked, as the masked guy helped him up.

"I'm Robin," the masked guy replied.

Adrien felt a jolt of recognition at the name. He had heard of Robin before, but never thought he would meet him in person.

"Thank you, Robin. You saved my life."

"-Tk- It's what I do."

As Adrien walked away, he couldn't stop thinking about Robin.

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Warning: This will contain spoilers for the movie for those who have yet to see it. Please enjoy.

The Swan Princess Christmas, in my opinion, is a very enchanting Christmas movie. While it doesn’t have as much love as much as the original trilogy from most fans, so I have read, personally as a die hard Swan Princess fan, I enjoyed regardless of some flaws.

While I would have liked it to keep the traditional hand 2D animation style like in the original trilogy and some of the character models in CG could have been done better, it’s still not too bad for it being the first SP movie to be done in CG animation if not perfect.

And you gotta admit, some of the songs are amazing! In fact, I even have the full soundtrack on CD for Christmas about 3 years ago. I personally enjoyed the movie’s own take on Hark! The Herald Angels Sing as well Away in a Manger. My personal favourites are Season of Love, Movie Version and the other version sang by Anna Graceman from American Idol in the end credits. The reprise of Season of Love sang by Odette is quite good, too but we’ll get to that later. I also recommend try listening to Christmas is the Reason as well.

And although she’s no Michelle Nicasto, Odette’s original voice actress all the way through the original Swan Princess Trilogy (may she rest in peace 😔), the voice actress who had lent her voice for Odette did alright first try as the Swan Princess. Her singing voice is decent enough. Of course, that’s just me.

The movie takes in place in Derek and Odette’s very first Christmas since they had officially married (whether it takes place before the events of The Secret of the Castle and The Mystery of the Enchanted Kingdom is left up to the fans. I think it definitely happened before the sequels to the original movie given the Prince and Princess’s wedding anniversary took place in The Secret of the Castle).

Anyway, back on topic, while Derek and Odette were staying over at Derek’s mother, Queen Uberta’s kingdom to spend the holiday with her, Lord Rogers and their friends, Speed the Turtle, the frog with the delusions of actually being a prince under a spell, Jean-Bob and the loyal puffin named… Puffin who goes by the motto, “No fear”.

Unfortunately, the most wonderful time of the year would be threatened to be ruined in the form of an old fool from Derek and Odette’s past who is out for some… haunting revenge.

You guessed it, the ghost of the wicked Rothbart, the main antagonist from the movie that started it all is planning to rise up from the grave to get some ice cold revenge on the Prince and Princess, all the while trying destroy the Christmas spirit. And he’s not alone as he has a minion in the form of a hapless and down on his luck cat named… Number Nine in the promise of giving him extra lives in assisting Rothbart in ruining Christmas for everyone.

Meanwhile, everyone is getting into the spirit of the season as they all decorate the Royal Christmas Trees with Christmas crafted in memory of the kingdom’s acts of kindness and helping one another in times of need, support, comfort and love. According to Rogers in the prologue, each ornament hung on the tree holds within it the very spirit of Christmas. Such a charming and sentimental tradition if you ask me. 🥰

Also, Jean-Bob is still up to his wacky nonsense to convince his friends that he’s really a prince by trying to use the old Christmas tradition of being kissed underneath the mistletoe by a pretty girl with zero luck. His first attempt was to get one of the castle maids to kiss him during an ice skating was a total bust.

After Nine had tricked Derek into opening a strange wooden chest that was actually containing Rothbart’s spirit (really don’t really know how that got trapped in there in the first place but I’m not one to often question somethings until the end of the movie) and Rothbart immediately sets his wicked schemes to action.

The ghostly enchanter’s first act of spite was casting a spell on Rogers and Uberta, turning into bitter and overly immature competitors trying to outdo one another during rehearsals for the Kingdom’s Christmas showcase.

Unfortunately for Rothbart, he can’t cast the same curse on Derek and Odette since they are both full of Christmas spirit. And he hits another roadblock in the form of the cute little swan themed wind chimes Rogers had made for the holidays. According to her son, Uberta always likes to make a special theme for every Christmas. Lucky for our protagonists, “Christmas Uberta” had decided to make it a Swan Princess Christmas.

Title drop! 😁

Sadly, that didn’t stop Rothbart as he leaves the castle to cause more chaos by casting a spell on some of the people in the kingdom to lose their Christmas spirit.

The cursed Rogers and Uberta’s efforts to outdo each other’s showcases comes off ridiculously absurd where they try to one up each other by adding in cute animals ranging from ponies to baby pandas. Admittedly, it does have some funny moments when their feud makes a Star Wars reference when their scrolled up parchments various adorable animals briefly turned int lightsabers and they duelled with them.

Feuding spell gets a lot worse when we hit a Hope Spot when Odette rallied the children from the orphanage to have a part in her showcase by rehearsing Christmas is the Reason before Rogers and the Queen. At first, it seemed the spell is broken but, unfortunately, it was a lot tougher than poor Odette had anticipated as they now started to fight over the children to perform in their own showcases while rejecting Puffin, Speed and Jean-Bob after the latter and the former had previously used them in previous rehearsals. To say the least, being the little “drama king” that he is, poor Jean-Bob didn’t take that very well.

But Odette isn’t one to give up as she still had another ace up her sleeve. She had taken Roger’s and Uberta out into the outskirts of the kingdom to show them an old tradition she and her father, the late King William, used to do every Christmas. Each year, Odette and William would deliver some food and other essentials at the doorsteps of the less fortunate. Now that’s a pure case of Royals Who Something tropes at its fullest there.

As they and Odette took cover and watched the tender and heartwarming exchange between the mother and daughter believing that angels had blessed them the bountiful feast and granting them their family a happy Christmas after, both Rogers and Uberta were moved by this and reconciled, thus restoring their Christmas spirit and breaking Rothbart’s spell. It also triggered all of the people to break out of the spell as well, which renders Rothbart’s magic to greatly weaken.

Sadly as most Christmas-hating villains go, being the Grinch that he is, Rothbart is one guy who isn’t quick to call it quits so easily.

During the antics with Rogers and Uberta, Rothbart had an unexpected reunion with his former minion, Bridget A.K.A. The Hag back. At first it would seem that he had swayed her back to his side for the sake of “old times”, convincing her to remove the wind chimes so he’ll be free to roam the castle some more to spread more havoc on everyone inside. But it was a ploy staged by Derek, who had Bridget be his mole and lower Rothbart into a trap over at the royal stables, caging the ghastly spirit in a giant wind chime forged by Derek himself… with the help of his best friend, Bromley.

Unfortunately, another Hope Spot where it turns out Rothbart had Nine steal one of Rogers’s inventions, a lightbulb which he had begged Uberta to use to the Royal Christmas Tree instead of candles. Rothbart had casted a spell on the lightbulb, when once all of the lights on the tree is lit, his magic destroys the tree and all the ornaments — everyone’s life work on every year — reducing them all into a pile of ash.

And much worse, it also restored Rothbart into a living form and his first act was to kidnap Odette, drag her back to his old lair (which had been converted into Derek and Odette’s new home), Swan Lake and turned her into a swan — again!

It gets a lot worse from there. After trapping Odette in a cage forged from roots grown out from the bottom of the lake, Rothbart plans to turn her into a swan-themed Christmas ornament by using the light of the moon once it shines upon her and touches her wings. Quite a cruel take on all the times she needed the moon to transform back into a human way back in the first movie. 😥

Once again, it’s up to Prince Derek to come to the rescue… with some struggles. As Rothbart has taken on his monstrous “Great Animal” form to duke it out withe the Prince, we face a lot of suspense when it seemed that Rothbart had actually gotten the upper hand and is preparing to make the killing blow.

Just then, Odette starts to sing a solemn and epic reprise of Season of Love, which seemed to suddenly weaken Rothbart. Keep it in mind that due to the Christmas is themed on the Swan Princess, Odette currently represents the Christmas spirit and practically embodies it, thus utterly destroying Rothbart for good.

And to say the least, Rothbart also fails to get the last laugh when he didn’t live long enough to witness Derek supposedly dying after barely stabbing him with the claw on his wing as a last ditch effort to take the Prince with him. And to further the enchanter’s meaningless victory, both Odette’s love for her husband and the spirit of Christmas healed Derek, bringing him back to life and restoring the Royal Christmas Tree and its ornaments, much to the joy of the kingdom.

Hey, Derek’s love for his true love brought her back to life — TWICE in fact! Don’t judge the power of love!

So, Rothbart had lost the rematch.

My only gripe about the movie is that I was disappointed that Nine didn’t get a Heel-Face Turn and tries to under his part in Rothbart’s schemes. A part of him had hoped that Nine would turn on Rothbart once the restored enchanter gloats to the cat he had lied about his promise and twist the knife further.

The only thing close to karma Nine got is that he was shocked that Rothbart is defeated after witnessing the tree and ornaments are magically restored and he won’t be seen again until one of the following sequels after this.

During a triumphant reprise of Christmas is the Reason as everyone celebrates, the kingdom happily made a very special Christmas dedicated to Derek and Odette saving Christmas and proudly hung on the Christmas tree; a very unique act of kindness and courage to be remembered for many years to come.

As fans, we have our thoughts and honest opinions and we can agree to disagree about what makes a great movie or not. While The Swan Princess Christmas may not be the sort of film to potentially win any Emmy awards, I still enjoyed it as well as the music.

It does its best to teach us the true value of peace on Earth and good will towards men and it does have some heartwarming moments, most especially between our favourite royal couple.

Happy holidays to all of my lovely followers and many other people who like and reblog some of my posts and may your dreams shine as bright and festive this Christmas. 😉

❄️🎄✨

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Abe no Yasuchika Main Story: Chapter 12

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Domei: Please… forgive me… I beg you…!

Yasuchika: Nah.

Yasuchika-san’s eyes narrowed sharply like a cat.

(... He’s definitely serious.)

I found myself reflexively tugging on the hem of Yasuchika-san's kimono.

Yasuchika: What’s the matter, Yuno-san?

Yasuchika: You can go to the room next door if you're scared, okay? You’re too kind hearted to be involved in this stuff.

(That's not it.)

Determined, I shook my head and stood in front of Domei-san.

Yuno: … Don’t kill him.

Yasuchika: Why not? It's no different from samurai cutting down their enemies on the battlefield, right?

Yuno: …

(I don’t know how to answer that.)

(But…)

Yuno: … Is it not enough to just seal his powers away?

Yasuchika: Domei-kun is a bad guy. He deserves to be killed.

Domei-san, having lost the will to defend himself, only trembled in fear.

Yuno: I don’t think anyone deserves to be killed.

Yasuchika: Oh?

Yasuchika-san seemed to genuinely not understand my point.

(Even if he doesn’t understand, I still have to say it.)

Yuno: Domei-san!

Domei: Y-Yeah?

Yuno: Please apologize.

Domei: What…?

Yuno: Apologize to Yasuchika-san, because you tried to hurt him for no reason.

Yasuchika: …

Yuno: … I won’t say too much about this because I’m just an outsider. But if you did something wrong, it's only right for you to apologize.

(When Sanemitsu-sama tried to harm me, Yasuchika-san stopped him and asked him to apologize to me… that made me feel a little better.)

(If my gut feeling is correct, Yasuchika-san's upset because of the harm Domei-san caused to the people, but…)

(He doesn't seem to care that someone was being unfair towards him and even tried to hurt him.)

That alone was enough to make my heart hurt.

Yuno: Even if Yasuchika-san is a prodigious Onmyōji who can defend himself from any attack, that doesn't mean you can hurt him.

Yasuchika: … Yuno-san.

Domei: … I’m really sorry. I promise that I’ll turn over a new leaf and live a decent life from now on. Please…

Domei-san sobbed and bowed his head towards Yasuchika-san.

Yasuchika: Sigh…

Yasuchika: That's enough. You’re dampening my mood.

(... Thank goodness.)

Yasuchika-san stood up and glanced down at Domei-san.

Yasuchika: — Ashiya Domei. You are to go to the Imperial Court’s Bureau of Onmyō tomorrow. This is an order.

Yasuchika: We will put a seal on your powers after a formal interrogation. And also…

Yasuchika: You will hand over to me all the books and charms the Ashiya Clan has left, got it?

Domei: Y-yes.

Yasuchika: You should thank Yuno-san.

(Ah…)

Yasuchika-san placed a hand on my shoulder and muttered.

Yasuchika: From now on… I suggest you stay away from the dark side of the Imperial Court.

Those words were directed at Domei-san, but my heart ached for some reason.

…

After letting Domei-san go, Yasuchika-san and I made our way back to the mansion.

Yuno: I’m sorry for butting in just now.

Yasuchika: It's fine.

After a brief pause, Yasuchika-san continued.

Yasuchika: That wasn't my style of doing things, but…

Yasuchika: I didn't hate the feeling of knowing you were mad on my behalf.

Yuno: Really…?

Yasuchika: Yeah.

(I was getting mentally prepared to hear him say that he hated it… thank goodness.)

Yasuchika: I feel strange whenever you treat me as if I’m a good person.

Yasuchika: It's kind of uncomfortable, and yet I want to hear that kind of words coming from you even more.

I wanted to ask why, but I stopped myself.

Yuno: … In that case, I’ll continue to let my feelings control my actions.

Yuno: If ever you think it's upsetting you, let me know, okay?

Yasuchika: You–

He looked into my eyes and was about to say something, but he just smiled.

Yasuchika: Okay.

Yasuchika: — Thank you.

Yasuchika-san’s hand brushed against mine.

(... oh.)

Our hands, which had turned cold due to the chilly night breeze, slowly grew warmer as our fingers interlaced.

(Recently, I’ve been getting this weird feeling whenever Yasuchika-san touches me.)

(I feel a little uncomfortable, but at the same time I want to remain like this for a little longer.)

— It was similar to the feeling Yasuchika-san described to me earlier.

...

The investigations regarding Ashiya Doman continued...

Ibuki: What. Is Yasuchika isolating himself at home or somewhere?

Yuno: Yeah. He spends the entire day dealing with ayakashi and fixing the barrier…

Yuno: And during the night, it seems that he’s working on ways to deal with Ashiya Doman.

Akihito: He’s been working late into the night daily, hasn't he?

A few nights have passed, and I was talking to Akihito-sama and Ibuki whom I ran into in the hallway.

(I can accompany him to get rid of ayakashi in the daytime, but I’m unable to help him develop new magic spells…)

Yuno: Honestly, I’m worried about Yasuchika-san because of how hard he’s working.

Ibuki: He does get pretty extreme when it comes to work.

Ibuki: He always carries everyone’s burdens on his back. Cute.

Akihito: Sometimes, it's a problem that Yasuchika has the capability to do that.

(I think I get it.)

Akihito: … Yuno, could you go check on him and see what's going on?

Yuno: Me? He might think I’m being annoying.

(Won’t it be better if it were Akihito-sama whom he respects a lot, or Ibuki who has known him for a long time?)

Ibuki: If he knows that Akihito is worried about him, he’ll only work even harder to finish his work earlier.

Ibuki: And if I’m the one who talks to him… it'll backfire.

Akihito: He and Ibuki will definitely end up fighting.

Ibuki: At least I can fight him, unlike you.

Akihito: …

Akihito-sama silently shrugged Ibuki’s comment off.

(Yasuchika-san said that the two of them aren't friends.)

(Perhaps it's a difficult situation for Ibuki and Akihito-sama too…?)

Even Akihito, whom Yasuchika-san looks up to, has obstacles he can’t overcome.

(... Whatever. I’m not in a position to interfere with it.)

Ibuki: Anyways. If it's Yasuchika, someone as poisonous as Yuno would be perfect for the job.

Yuno: Poisonous… was that supposed to be a compliment?

Ibuki: Interpret it however you like. Oh well, your character isn't suited for living in Kyōto.

(I don't need to live here. I’m not intending to.)

Yuno: I’ll try my best to fit in while I’m in Kyōto…

Yuno: For now, I’ll just bring Yasuchika-san some tea and check on him.

Akihito-sama smiled in relief when he heard that.

Akihito: — Thank you.

(He really cares about Yasuchika-san.)

I separated from the two of them and made my way to Yasuchika-san’s room.

…

Yuno: I’m coming in, Yasuchika-san.

Yasuchika: Oh, Yuno-san. What's the matter?

Yasuchika-san was seated in front of his desk and writing something. He turned around when I entered the room.

I poured him some warm tea.

Yuno: Are you still working on your magic? Akihito-sama and Ibuki are worried about you.

Yasuchika: Yeah. I just have a little more stuff to do.

(You said the same thing three days ago.)

Yuno: How much longer will it take?

Yasuchika: Around 10 days?

Yuno: … My skills aren't good enough yet.

Yuno: That means you’re the only person in Kyōto who stands a chance in a fight against Ashiya Doman.

Yuno: But you haven't been sleeping well, have you? You’re always busy from dusk till dawn.

Ashiya Doman is still nowhere to be found, and ayakashi are still constantly causing problems around town.

Yasuchika: I’ve told you before, remember? I’m always staying up late.

(Oh…)

I was reminded of the things Yasuchika-san said to me in the castle garden when he was still staying in Kamakura.

== Flashback Start ==

Yasuchika: I don’t like to dream… what if I get nightmares?

== Flashback End ==

(Back then, I thought that he was just trying to dodge the topic. But now that I think of it, he was probably being serious…?)

Yuno: Do you hate getting nightmares?

Yasuchika: You even remember that.

Yasuchika: Are you going to make fun of me for being childish?

(It's true that I find it surprising, because I see Yasuchika-san every day and I never thought that he’d be scared of nightmares.)

But I knew that I shouldn't make fun of him for that, so I thought carefully.

Yuno: — Would you like me to prescribe you some herbal medicine that will help you sleep better?

Yasuchika: Huh?

Yuno: The more tired you are, the worse your nightmares will get.

Yasuchika: I see.

Yasuchika-san placed his hand on my head with a wry smile.

Yasuchika: Thanks, but there's no need.

Yasuchika: Because that’s not the case for me.

Yuno: What do you mean…?

Yasuchika: …

Yasuchika-san hesitated for a while before continuing.

Yasuchika: It's not something commonly seen, but I’ve been getting precognitive dreams.

(Precognitive dreams…?)

(It refers to dreams that can predict the future, right?)

Yasuchika: Sometimes, it's just about a small everyday matter. But sometimes, it can be about something big that will cause irreversible damage.

Yasuchika: Ironically, I became well-known because I dreamt of a huge fire breaking out and a political upheaval, so I told everyone about it.

(Is that also an Onmyōji thing!?)

Yuno: But you can use this ability to stop war and prevent devastating accidents from happening.

Yasuchika: I can't.

Yuno: Eh?

Yasuchika-san shook his head slowly.

Yasuchika: I’ve tried. But I can’t do anything to change the future I dreamt of.

Yasuchika: I can change the process of it happening, but the ending will always be the same as in my dream.

(Does that mean that Yasuchika-san has to go through those painful events twice? Once in his dream, and once in real life.)

Perhaps he was reminded of a dream he had, Yasuchika-san looked down at his hands.

Yasuchika: I know a precognitive dream when I get one.

Yasuchika: The smell of blood and the screams of people, they’re so vivid in those dreams that they disgust me.

(... Yasuchika-san doesn’t want that kind of future to come true.)

Yasuchika-san smiles when he’s hurt and shows no mercy to his enemies. But despite that, he’s always kind towards innocent people.

He claims that he’s just pretending… but I know it's real.

Yuno: You tried to change the future so that people won’t get hurt. Many times over…

Yasuchika: It was futile.

There was a hint of self-depreciation in his slightly trembling voice.

Yasuchika: Ever since I was a little boy, I knew my powers were stronger than that of others.

Yasuchika: But if those powers can’t even let me change the future… what for I have precognitive dreams?

(Everyone praises Yasuchika-san by calling him a genius.)

(They raise their own expectations of Yasuchika-san, not knowing how much pressure they’re putting on him.)

Yuno: You’re… blaming yourself.

Yasuchika: … Me?

Yasuchika: I’m not a pure person who believes that it is my mission to save the world.

Yuno: Perhaps reason and emotion are two different things.

Yuno: If I were in your shoes, I’d be hurting even though I know it’s not my fault.

Yasuchika: …

Yuno: … Can you let me know the next time you have a nightmare?

Yasuchika: Why?

Yuno: I’ll help you try to stop the tragedy happening in your dreams.

Yuno: Then when it doesn't work… I’ll become your accomplice.

(I want to go through the pain and sorrow together with you.)

(Please don’t think you have to do this alone.)

There was a strong determination in my heart.

Yasuchika: …

Yasuchika: I don’t think such things should be said so casually.

Yuno: I’m your assistant, remember? So let me help you.

Yasuchika: You never hesitate to jump in and stand by my side.

Yasuchika: … It’s the same as that time when I fought that ayakashi in the realm between the mortal world and underworld.

(At that time, I couldn’t leave him alone… he was bleeding and his finger was broken.)

(This man is strong, but broken on the inside.)

Yasuchika: I wonder where you get your bravery from.

Yuno: I’m actually a coward.

Yuno: But if I appeared brave… it must be because of you.

Yasuchika: …

After a short silence, Yasuchika-san burst out laughing.

Yasuchika: Pfft that sounded like a lovers’ quarrel.

Yuno: That's not...

My skin grew hot and my heart started beating faster.

(He’s always teasing me.)

Yasuchika: Just kidding.

Yasuchika: — Talking to you did make me feel more relaxed and sleepy.

Yuno: Really…!?

Yasuchika: Sometimes the things I say are true.

(You’re in trouble if you change your mind.)

When I held his hand and pulled him towards the bed, Yasuchika-san’s eyes widened.

Yasuchika: Waah— … Yuno-san?

Yuno: Go to sleep. Now.

Yasuchika: Eh? You’re so brazen.

Yuno: D-don’t tease me. I’ve decided that I will make sure you sleep like a baby tonight.

Yasuchika: Does that mean you’re going to tuck me in? I’m looking forward to it~

Yasuchika-san laid down on the bed and looked up at me in amusement.

(Ermm…)

Yuno: I didn't really plan this far, so uh…

Yasuchika: Mm.

After much thinking, I…

Yuno: Close your eyes.

Yasuchika: Okay?

Once I made sure that his eyes were really closed, I started singing a lullaby in a soft voice.

Yasuchika: …

Yuno: Uhm, please let me know if I’m being a nuisance.

Yasuchika: You’re not. Please go on.

(That's good.)

Yasuchika-san listened quietly as I started singing again.

After finishing one song…

Yasuchika: This is my first time hearing a lullaby.

Yuno: … I see.

(Yasuchika-san was brought up in a toxic environment and was subjected to abuse, he never got to experience a normal childhood.)

Yuno: How was it? Your first lullaby.

Yasuchika-san slowly opened his eyes.

(Ah…)

The candlelight reflected in his beautiful dark colored eyes.

Yasuchika: Your voice was lovely.

Yasuchika: It sounded so dignified and calm… it was soothing to hear.

Yasuchika: Being an apothecary suits you. You’re so warm and good at healing others.

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I’m sorry if this is long but this was my first time writing 😭

the little spark in his face the joy never seemed to fade, as the world was spinning he was living.

But does living last forever? No it doesn’t and by that I don’t mean saying he’s was all gone now but that kind of joy I was talking about doesn’t seem to appear any soon.

If it wasn’t for the car crash, if it wasn’t for the hurry, if it wasn’t for me asking for help fast as possible none of these things would happen.

Now he’s in the hospital not all alone luckily but me in his side peacefully.

A brain injury, paralyzed legs and a broken arm. This is all cursed and the worst.

“Open your mouth” I say slowly as I move my hand holding the spoon with soup to him.

It’s hard for him to have his body control back so I’m here to help.

But it’s also sad I can’t communicate with him due to the loose of vocal chord.

I cant imagine the pain he must be feeling. I don’t understand how he isn’t mad at me.

After all of this was my fault.

“Hello, not to interrupt you but.. Miss can I borrow you for a second?” The doctor said and left for a moment. I kissed his forehead. “I’ll be back okay?” And left as well.

“What is it doctor? Is he getting any better soon?” I asked waiting for an answer but it was all quiet.

like those times where you watch the sunset and the birds who used to sing has all gone to sleep and you just sit there and watch the pretty view? Yeah that what I just felt like at the moment.

“Doctor! Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Miss I’m so sorry to say this but.. I don’t think it seems to work fine for him..” he explained.

it’s been said that his breathing was getting more difficult day by day which I had realized and that he’s only got 6 months to live. He was living in a temporary torture because of the unhealing pain that has been eating him alive. The doctor explained that I could either let him live for those last 6 months with the pain he was experiencing or we would end the machine he was getting all the breathing help from.

“What do you mean doctor..” I couldn’t believe the fact the love of my life I planned my future with was gonna leave us soon at such a young age all because of me!

I broke down, I couldn’t even go crazy cause my body lost all of it energy I was so tired. Tired of all the worry tired of all the time.

After whiping my tears I got back in again. A person sitting on the wheel chair looking out of the window like a confused cat. Who never understood why everyone wanted to have a cat like it, take care of it, be so lovely and cute all the times.

For the last time I hugged him, kissed him, cuddled him, gave him food and spent my last night with him. But could I even sleep in the first place? No. I couldn’t. And I don’t think anyone who was in my position would.

I gave up on him living for the last 6 months, I didn’t wanted him to feel pain anymore and make this world his burden but I knew it was hard for me to make this choice and let it all go. But I decided that it was him to go to heaven and wait for me until I was in his arms again.

My dear baby, I hope to see you again. Don’t forget to watch me and take care of me while you’re up there. I love you so much my only protector.

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okay so!! when it comes to my personal taste, i don't like when the story is written in first person, with "I". however, if this is your style, keep it like this, some people prefer this.

as for the writing in itself, i can tell english is not your first language because of some little mistakes. we can understand what you're trying to say, and it's not a problem to me. i also do some mistakes when i write! but try and proofread what you wrote to make sure you can avoid them.

however, i think you're doing good! if you practice a bit more and make sure to make less mistakes, it'll be perfect! keep going!

[strawberry-cowmilk]

I've been rewatching tbbt and this idea just came to mind and I thought I'd share so an MC who's an extreme germaphobe like the paper girl from gumball kind of extreme, maybe MC has a health reasons for being such a germaphobe or it's just her? idrk

Hello! I kid you not when I'm telling you I have a germaphobe mc scenario in my drafts, (though it is a longer post than usual nowadays). I see this as the perfect opportunity to publish it! Thanks for the motivation! Enjoy!

the brothers with a mc with a fear of contamination

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

IMPORTANT: If you have germaphobia, and it is actually limiting your daily life, reach out to a professional who can help you. You do not have to feel ashamed over it and you deserve to live without constant stress! Remember you are not alone.

content warnings: angst (with some fluff), descriptions of compulsive behavior, fear of (chemical) contamination, germs and illness (toxoplasmosis is mentioned), implied intrusive thoughts, panic attacks, food aversions, crying

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Lucifer

lucifer noticed you were afraid after a visit to ristorante six

you and him went there on a romantic date, but the enjoyment quickly died for you the second you laid eyes on the table, there was a weird stain on it

your mind quickly went places: what if there's a dangerous illness in that stain? it touched that part of the table, so it might have spread to the rest too

it was hard to control the panic and tears, but lucifer could see you were in distress, and he knew what had caused it, you were staring at the stain after all

the first born took you home and cooked a nice dinner for you two himself, since you were okay with being at home

he did not bring up what had happened at the restaurant for a while, mainly because he didn't know what to do

if it really was a phobia, he knew he couldn't do much about it, it hurts him to see you suffer from your own mind

Mammon

you're okay with him touching you, in fact you enjoy the physical touchbut it's a different story every time either of you used a public restroom

you actually avoid the bathrooms at all cost, since you can't know what people have been in there before you and even though you knew the risks are minimal, you were still scared

if mammon touched you, he might pass down a disease to you, and if you touched him, he'd be in danger

you couldn't tell him, if you did, he might think you think he's gross, and that would break his heart

but mammon is no idiot, he could tell something was up with you, so you actually did end up telling him it all

his intentions are pure, but his actions overstep your boundaries, he tries to help you get over the fear by exposing you to the trigger, but you absolutely hate it, now mammon doesn't know how to help

this fear of yours always hurts those around you, you hate it

Leviathan

he noticed you rarely touch anything outside your room, and if you do, you'd run off to wash your hands

and you would be washing them for a long time too

so, levi figured out the game controllers in his room might be uncomfortable for you to touch too

that's why he bought you your very own controller, in your favorite color, so you could keep it in your room

of course, he was very flustered when giving you the gift and of course, you still desinfected the item with antibacterial wipes

but it still helped you breathe when playing games together

Satan

he noticed you showed signs of germaphobia very quickly

but, you didn't seem to be willing to talk about it whenever he tried to bring the subject up

satan was worried, so he brought you over to a cat cafè to test how bad your fear really was

you seemed to be fine with entering the cafè, which was a good sign, but touching an animal, or touching a place the animal might have been was too scary for you, despite your love for cats

why? you were afraid of toxoplasmosis, and any other disease a cat might carry

you knew catching a disease was unlikely, but you were still on your ddd looking up every symptom and incubation period

satan left the cafè with you, feeling defeated because he feels like he can't do much

Asmodeus

you always looked up every ingredient in every cosmetic you own, sometimes you'd even google what textiles in clothing were considered 'unsafe'

asmo didn't think there was a serious issue with this, maybe you were just looking out for your skin?

this was quickly proved wrong when you started having a panic attack during one of your at-home spa days

you were afraid there would be a toxic product in the face mask you were wearing, you had just put in on because you didn't want to burden asmo with reading every ingredient in it to you

he tried to reassure you by telling you he uses this product almost every day, but it didn't help much

he removed the mask and tried to calm you down, asmo's worried about your mental health now, he tries using his contacts to find a counselor for you

Beelzebub

you had aversions towards certain foods

beel thought it was just a matter of taste, so he didn't think too much of it

though he was a little worried, almost every time you'd go to a restaurant together, you ordered something simple like mashed potatoes, and you refused to eat anything else on the menu

beel always orders a ton of food, but this time he ordered a little extra to feed you

he was caught off guard when you started to cry as he was trying to encourage you to eat some mushrooms

he paid the waiters and left with you, food didn't matter right now

that's when you told him you were afraid of contracting a disease through foods you deemed 'suspicious'

beel's heart broke, he will eat the foods you are afraid of in front of you, to show you nothing bad would happen

Belphegor

he likes to cuddle until you fall asleep

sometimes, you let him do it, when you're in your room, which you can clean afterwards

but when it's in his room or the attic? not so much

belphie didn't understand why you were acting like this, but he never confronted you about it, maybe it was a touchy subject to you

he figured out himself you might be afraid of contamination eventually, and now he couldn't keep silent anymore

he told you his worries, and you told him you were right

you told him what triggered your fear, and you bet he never did anything to make you uncomfortable again

he also waits for you to initiate cuddle time, instead of himself

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You’ve Got Me Hooked - Chapter 3

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Sex work, Stripper, OnlyFans

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Sy

As payment for helping me move my stuff into the new apartment, I’m hosting a football night, something I haven't done since before I started living with Lisa. Somehow, I never realized all the little things I gave up for her. I love having the guys over. Luke is very much a slob when he lives alone and Jared doesn’t like making a mess that his wife will feel compelled to clean up despite his insistence that she let him do it. That woman is a Saint and always has been.

"So how has it been living with a girl as a roommate?” Luke asks. “Is it as painful as living with your ex?"

No, it isn’t painful at all except for the damn partial I seem to sport every time I catch a glimpse of her in those booty shorts she prances around in when she doesn’t realize I’m home. Okay, prancing is an exaggeration but it doesn’t make it any less distracting.

When I came in to meet Riley, I expected to find a selfish, self-absorbed princess that I would have to pretend to get along with out of desperation to finally have a place of my own again but instead I found a shy, reserved young girl who had to invite a stranger into her life just to make ends meet.

"Honestly at this point I don't know if I have a roommate or if I own a cat," I say around a mouthful of pizza.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Jared laughs, passing me a fresh bottle of beer before twisting the cap off his own and throwing it into the bin across the room.

I raise my hand counting off the reasons on my fingers as I speak. "I never see her ‘cause if she’s home she's hiding out in her room. The only evidence that she is even around is the fact that she leaves food out for me from time to time and that I find her hair fucking everywhere. Then there’s the fact that she spends more time up at night than she does during the day."

I sound harsh but the truth is that I find all of those little things rather endearing.

"Sounds like a fucking dream to me,” Sam says. “You get all the perks of living alone with half the price."

"Nah,” Luke counters, shaking his head, “sounds to me like your apartment is haunted and you're actually living with a ghost. Do you even know what she looks like?"

Yes, I do. In fact, I can’t get her face out of my fucking horny head. 

"Yeah, I met her before I moved in and I've seen her cookin’ breakfast a few times on my way out to work but that's ‘bout it."

"Don't ya leave for work at like 5:30 AM?” Jared asks, pausing with his beer half raised to his lips. “Shit,” he shakes his head in disbelief, “you two really are perfect for each other. Who the hell cooks that early?" 

"Is she hot?"

Before I even have time to think about it, the pizza crust in my hand is flying across the room and hitting Luke on the side of the head.

"It don't fuckin’ matter if she's hot I'm not shittin' where I eat." Yes, Riley is most definitely hot — fucking gorgeous even — but I’m not about to admit that out loud.

"I wasn't asking for you, I was asking for me." The man wiggles his eyebrows at me and I hesitate to throw another piece of food at Luke but all that’s left on my plate is a chicken wing and I have no interest in cleaning barbecue sauce off the couch. 

"What's her name again?" Jared asks, pulling his phone from his back pocket.

I really don’t want them looking her up online but if I give in, there is a chance this conversation will move on to a safer topic.

"Riley McKenzie."

He types Riley’s name into his phone and there’s a moment of awkward silence as he scrolls through the results.

"What kind of modern woman doesn't have a Facebook profile? Does she use a nickname or something?"

I don’t let them see how relieved I am that he hasn’t found her and keep my attention on the game.

"I have no idea, you know I'm not into that shiet."

Sam’s phone dings and it seems to be the end of the whole roommate conversation. The sports announcer on the TV starts talking more excitedly, pulling the guys' attention back to the big screen. Jared stands, yelling as if the players on the field will hear him through the TV. When our team manages to score a touchdown, Luke and I join in the cheering and the two of them high-five each other. Meanwhile, Sam still has his ass in his seat, staring at his phone and Jared punches him on the shoulder.

"Bro, what the fuck, you just missed a fucking beautiful play!" 

"I'll catch it on the highlights later, right now I'm watching a stripper give another stripper a lap dance while drinking a shot from between her tits."

"Woah, I wanna get in on that." Luke extends his arm, beckoning Sam closer.

"Can't ya watch that later?” Jared complains, reluctantly moving from the middle spot and letting Sam slide over.

“I've had enough of hearing other guys jack off next to me to last a lifetime, don’t do it on my fucking couch,” I plead with them.

"This is live and it's probably gonna get shut do—" Both guys groan, their heads falling in disappointment.

"You were sayin'?" I ask with a smirk.

"TikTok doesn't normally let Razzy go live for all that long before she gets shut down. She mostly uses it as a way to boost the interest for her OnlyFans account. You gotta pay to see the real good stuff."

There are so many things about that sentence that I don’t understand but I don’t care enough to ask him to explain.

"Ya know, I'm pretty sure checking out strippers on the internet while in a relationship is just as bad as going to a club every Friday night." I lean back in my chair crossing my ankle over my other knee.

"Come on Sy, you know I don't keep secrets from my girl. We watch the videos together, it gets her off." Sam winks, sporting a proud grin like he thinks every man would be envious of him.

I look back at the television screen, seeing the timer in the corner tick down to zero, announcing the start of halftime. I pick up the remote, pressing the mute button before the annoyingly loud commercials start.

"Since you're paying for her account anyway, why don't you show us the videos that seem to be better than you at satisfying your girl." Luke sounds a little too desperate for a guy who’s most likely had four different women in his bed this month alone.

"Fuck you, I'm plenty capable of getting her off on my own but since you asked so nicely," he types something into his phone before turning the screen towards his right so Luke can see the video, "this is what I get to watch while my girl chokes on my cock."

I nearly spit out my beer, forcing myself to swallow before a coughing fit takes over. The three men on the couch look my way, wearing equal expressions of concern.

"You good man?"

I nod my head furiously, holding my hand up for Jer to give me a second. They keep their eyes on me and I know there is no way that I can brush this off. When my breathing steadies out, I tip my head to the phone which now lays forgotten on Sam's lap.

"That's her,” I blurt out without thinking and immediately regretting my words.

There’s a moment of confusion while Sam looks down at the girl on his screen. The focus of the camera is on her body as she dances on the pole in nothing but a red lace bodysuit but her profile is still fully visible.

I swallow the lump in my throat clarifying my statement. "That's Riley."

All three men are stunned silent for a second but of course, Luke has an unhelpful comment to break the tension.

"Oh shit! Sy's living with a porn star!"

"Stripper," I grumble, palming the back of my neck.

"Oh no, trust me, that video was tame. Her racy solo clips definitely count as porn and last month she was in Vegas trying out some new girl on girl shit too."

"Fuck, stop! I don't wanna know.” I throw my hands up, rising from my seat in a desperate attempt to escape the current conversation.

"Why not!” Luke calls after me. “This is epic you could fuck a porn star — that's the dream!"

I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Luke, no offence but if your biggest dream in life is to fuck a porn star, ya need to rethink your priorities."

"Be honest, when's the last time you got laid?"

I’m not particularly inclined to answer that question but I know my friend well enough to be sure he’s nowhere close to dropping the subject. Luke is like a shark and women are his blood. Not the best metaphor in the world but it’s pretty accurate. If he gets a hint of interest, he won’t let go and I’d rather he not make it his life’s mission to fuck Riley for the sake of being the first to do so. She deserves better — not that I think I’m a better choice, I just mean he’d take my attraction as competition. I lean back against the kitchen counter, grasping it with both hands until the edge is uncomfortably digging into my palms.

"Not since before I shipped off for the last time."

"Woah, really?" Jared exclaims, turning to face me with one arm over the back of the couch. He’s been my best friend since we were 14 years old when Jared transferred to my school. One of the things I like about him is the fact that he’s completely smitten with his wife and understands my desire to settle down one day rather than chase women like our other friends. He’s genuinely surprised by my answer but his tone isn't the least bit mocking.

"Lisa didn't exactly welcome me back with open arms,” I admit with a sigh. “Maybe I should have just cheated on her, at least then her anger towards me woulda been warranted."

He gets up from the couch, stacking all the dirty plates by the sink.

"We both know you would never do that. Just like we both know ya aren’t gonna make a move on Riley, are ya?"

At least Jared has my back.

“No, I’m not,” I say honestly. “She’s been cagey about her job since I moved in, I doubt she ever wanted me to even know ‘bout any of this. I’m not gonna bring it up and I still maintain that hookin’ up with her while we live together would be a bad idea no matter what the circumstances may be.”

I just have to pray I never see another one of those videos because I can barely keep my dick in check as it is. When she’s not wearing those damn shorts it’s tight fitting yoga pants that show off her curves in all the right ways and it’s fucking excruciating. So far, it’s taken every ounce of my focus to keep images of her from slipping into my mind when I take care of myself in the mornings.

A stripper. Shy, quiet, can’t even look at me when I’m shirtless, Riley, is a stripper. And a porn star, Luke's voice adds in my head. Fuck. I don’t know what to do with this information but all the little things I know about her seem to fall into place. How long did she expect this secret would stay hidden? More importantly, why am I hurt that she didn’t trust me enough to just tell me?

Chapter 4

[mjolnir-steve]

Foolish

Frank Adler x fem!Reader

Word count: 5027 (oop)

Warnings: light drinking, very brief mention of suicide, some cursing, smut (18+ ONLY!!!), unprotected sex (m/f) ... Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hi, y’all! Here’s my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817’s Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge!!!! I haven’t written smut in a LONG time, so please be gentle with me LOL. Here’s what I got:

Frank Adler

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

Breeding / mutual pining 🥴

I’d like to dedicate this to @rodrikstark for always sharing the Frank Adler feels and @sparkledfirecracker for bullying me (with love) into finishing this. ❤️

If you like this fic, please comment and reblog!!! I hope you enjoy. :)

Fridays never seemed to come soon enough. You looked forward to the beginning of the weekend as much as the next person, but over the last few months, Friday nights took on new meaning for you. You moved to the trailer park a little less than a year ago, wanting to buy a small place of your own and start making a home for yourself. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t expensive, and it was only a ten-minute drive from your office where you’d just secured a promotion. Roberta, the manager, helped you make it feel like home right away, insisting on going with you to pick out paint samples and providing copies of menus for the best take-out in the area.

Before long, Roberta introduced you to the trailer park’s resident certified genius, Mary Adler. Mary and Roberta spent Saturday mornings with you when you were free, which unfortunately, was pretty much all the time. You played games, sang karaoke, and even let Mary’s one-eyed cat Fred come over. He took a liking to your swinging chair in the living room, and if Mary couldn’t find him at home, odds were he somehow squeezed through your window and ended up in that chair. 

Another two months had passed, though, before you met Mary’s uncle and guardian, Frank. You came to learn that Mary stayed with Roberta every Friday night because “Frank needs time to be an adult” and she was not allowed to come back to the house until noon on Saturdays. This information made you feel like Frank must be some kind of sad, perpetual fuckboy. You were right about the sad part, not so much about the latter. One morning while Mary played with your watercolors, Roberta let slip - ironically over a cup of tea - that Frank did have the occasional hookup, but usually, he drank himself sleepy on Friday nights and just needed the time to himself. He worked himself to the bone as a boat mechanic, often late into the night because it was too hot to do some jobs during the day. Frank took Mary in when she was just a baby after his sister, her mother, tragically committed suicide. He spent the majority of his scarce free time with Mary, so when Mary was still a toddler, Roberta offered the Friday night deal. Frank countered that he would do any repairs in the trailer park for free, but she refused to let him do that work without pay, saying he deserved to have a life, too. 

She also informed you that Frank was a former philosophy professor, single, and very attractive, especially if you were into the rugged thing. You rolled your eyes with an amused exhale and took another sip of your tea. You’d be lying if you said your interest wasn’t piqued. Mary then shouted over her shoulder, confirming that she’d been listening to your entire conversation, “Frank is great, but he’s a grump. Good luck cracking that egg.” You snorted, nearly spitting out your tea, and she went back to reading your color theory book to Fred.

With that, you heard a sharp rap at the door. You set your tea down on the kitchen table, curious who your visitor might be. You didn’t know anyone else in the trailer park, or in town, really. You opened the door, taking in the sight of possibly - no, definitely - the most handsome man you’d ever seen. You quickly guessed it was Frank, judging by the grease smeared on his quite large hands. His eyes, though tired, had the same bright look as Mary’s, and he had the most perfectly imperfect fluffy hair and overgrown stubble.

“Good morning,” he said with a sweet, closed-mouthed smile. “Is Mary here?”

You had to remind yourself to breathe. Stammering, you opened the door wider, gesturing inside. “Hi, y-yes. She is!” Why am I like this? “She’s just painting with Fred. Please, come in.” You moved aside so he could fit his broad shoulders through the doorframe and then held out your hand. “You must be Frank. I’m Y/N. Mary is just wonderful.” You smiled at him, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

He took your hand in both of his, gentler than you’d expected. “I’m sorry. Yes, I’m Frank. It’s great to meet you, finally.” He smiled wide for the first time and you were certain you’d pass out. Who LOOKS like this? “And thank you, she really is wonderful. I couldn’t do it without Roberta. She’s family.” He smiled and waved at Roberta, who was looking at you over the lip of her mug.

Mary didn’t even bother to turn around and face Frank. “What are you doing here, Frank? It’s only 11. I have a whole ‘nother hour with my friends.” You tried to keep your laugh quiet, covering your mouth with your hand and shaking your head.

“Well, excuse me for thinking you might like to go out on the boat with me this morning. I guess I’ll go by myself.”

Mary jumped up from the floor, scrambling to clean up your paints and books. “Can Y/N and Roberta come?”

Frank crouched down to meet Mary’s eyes. “Of course they can, if they’d like.” He looked back at you over his shoulder, trying to gauge your interest, then turning back to his niece. “But do you remember what I told you?”

You could see that Mary was making a conscious effort not to roll her eyes. “You told me that my adult friends have adult lives that include adult responsibilities, and they might not always be available to spend time with me.”

“And?” he looked at her expectantly.

“And I need to invite them to do things without assuming they will do them.” She couldn’t hold back her eye roll any longer, but she made sure not to let Frank see. “Roberta, Y/N, would you both like to join us on the boat today?”

You were amazed by the exchange taking place in front of you, able to see where some of Mary’s brains and tenacity came from. The conversation between the two flowed so easily, playful yet intelligent. It was clear that Frank treated Mary not as a child, but as a person, and you chided yourself internally for thinking that was kinda hot. 

Shaking yourself out of your mildly inappropriate thoughts, you responded. “I’d love to come, Mary.” You smiled at her, bending over to help her pick up the last of the paints from the floor. “Roberta?”

Roberta gave you a look and you just knew she planned this somehow. “I actually do have some of those adult responsibilities to handle today, but thank you for inviting me.” You sent a glare in her direction, quick but no less scathing. “Maybe next time.” She winked at you before washing out her mug and saying her goodbyes.

You spent the whole rest of the day and night with Frank and Mary, doing everything from building sandcastles to cooking dinner together. Mary eventually fell asleep in your lap as you were watching Oliver & Company, Frank’s favorite Disney film that had become Mary’s, too. “An underrated classic,” they told you in unison.

You helped Frank put Mary to bed, a task made easier after such a tiring day. “I guess I should get going.” You stood awkwardly in the small kitchen, unsure of yourself and painfully aware of how close your hand was to Frank’s resting on the counter.

“Yeah, I have a job early in the morning.” He looked down at his shoes, unable to look you in the eye, and you wondered if he hadn’t found your company as enjoyable as you’d found his.

“Listen, I don’t know if you’ve been to Ferg’s? The little bar down the road? I go every Friday night just to relax and have a few beers. Maybe you’d like to come with me next weekend?”

Is he asking me on a date? You could feel your heartbeat racing. The look on your face must not have matched the excitement you felt at the prospect of spending time alone with the dreamy, kind, sarcastic man in front of you. 

He felt like an idiot when you hesitated to answer. He clearly read everything wrong. He had to fix this. “It’s a good place to meet people, you know? I know you’re fairly new to the area, so if you’re looking for more local friends, it’s a good place to start.” He winced, hoping you couldn’t sense his embarrassment at thinking that you would want to go on a date with him.

You swallowed, trying not to let your disappointment show outwardly. Of course he’s not interested in me. Stupid. “Oh, yeah! That would be great, Frank. What time?”

Frank let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, relieved that you didn’t seem offended by his offer. “How’s 7? I’ll pick you up? We can walk over together.”

And that’s how Fridays came to mean so much to you. Almost every Friday for the last six months, Frank met you at your door and you walked to Ferg’s together. Frank told you it would be a good place to make new friends, but you paid no mind to the other patrons. You only had eyes for each other, yet neither of you could see it, even though Roberta pointed out (repeatedly) that neither of you had taken anyone else home in all that time.

The more time you spent with Frank, the more certain you were that God was real and your life was His favorite trainwreck reality TV series. Even if you could have customized a dream man Build-A-Bear style, Frank still would blow your creation out of the water. He was smart and funny, not to mention an adoring parent to Mary, to whom you grew more attached each day. He was kind and thoughtful, talented and hard-working. Although he was a grouch, as Mary would say, he always was sweet to you. He took a genuine interest in anything you had to say, whether you were venting about work or filling him on the latest episode of whatever show you were binging. He was ridiculously sexy without even trying. All those hours he spent doing manual labor in the sun did wonders for his physique. You’d only seen him completely shirtless on one occasion, and the image of him with sweat dripping down his chest was burned into your memory, fueling your late-night thots and causing you to break out your vibrator on what was now a regular basis.

Six months had come and gone in the blink of an eye, and you’d begun to accept that Frank didn’t want to be anything more than friends with you. You decided tonight was as good a night as any to talk to someone new, to start letting go of your unrequited feelings. 

You swapped out your usual jeans for a sundress, t-shirt bra for a push-up, and lip balm for lipstick. Putting your phone and some cash in a wristlet, you considered wearing your new strappy sandals. The walk to Ferg’s was about five minutes each way down a sandy road, though, and memories of the sticky floor inside aided your preferred pair of Converse in their victory for the night. 

Just as you finished tying your shoes, you heard a knock at the door. You adjusted your cleavage and fluffed your hair a final time with one last look in the mirror. Here goes.

Frank felt like he had the wind knocked out of him in the best possible way. He suddenly felt entirely underdressed in his aloha shirt, even though it was his go-to for nights out of the house. He’d never seen you dressed so nicely when you weren’t going to work. 

You were the kind of beautiful that didn’t require makeup. Your natural hair always framed your face perfectly, even if you didn’t think so. He thought you were adorable when you were concentrating on something, blowing your hair out of your face with a huff. Visions of your soft curves made their way into Frank’s dreams on more than one occasion. He had seen you in your swimsuit several times, sunbathing with Roberta and swimming with Mary at the beach. It wasn’t even all that revealing, but it accentuated your figure in ways that forced Frank into needing a cold shower or two. Above all, though, he admired your heart. You’d allowed Mary into your life without hesitation, spending time with her because you wanted to and allowing her to ask all those questions that Frank just wouldn’t be able to answer. It killed him that you didn’t see him the way he saw you, a perfect partner for him and a worthy maternal figure for Mary.

“Frank? You okay?” Your concerned voice shook him out of his thoughts, prompting him to close his mouth which apparently had opened wide in astonishment when you stood in the doorway.

“Yeah, um... You look…” He looked a little confused, his brow furrowed and lips pursed. “Why are you all dolled up? It’s only Ferg’s.” He wished he could’ve kicked himself in the teeth when your face fell at his question. He rubbed a hand over his face. “Shit. Let me try that again,” he nearly begged, running up to you to stop you from going back inside. “You look really nice, honey.” He ran his calloused hand up your forearm, but quickly returned it to his side when he realized what he’d done. “Is it a special occasion, though? Should I change?”

You gave him a watery smile, given that you were three seconds from slamming the door in his face and crying. “That’s better. Thank you.” You lightly pushed at his shoulder, trying and failing to ignore the electricity you felt at the contact. “No occasion, though. Just thought maybe it was about time I actually introduced myself to someone new.” 

You couldn’t quite read his reaction. Little did you know he was certain he just felt his heart physically crack in his chest. “What do you mean?”

The two of you started walking, the tension between you thickening the very air you breathed. “Well, when you first invited me to Ferg’s, you said maybe I’d get to know some other people in the area, right? But we’re always with each other. I’m sure you’re itching to talk to someone other than me. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“Ah. Gotcha.” Frank abruptly reverted to the quiet, distant state he usually occupied before he met you. He sped up a bit, walking ahead of you and desperately attempting to school his features before you caught up with him.

Frank practically ran to the restroom, not slowing down even to hold the door open for you. You took a deep breath and rolled your shoulders, relaxing before entering the bar. Normally, whoever made it first would order drinks for you both, but Frank made it painfully clear that he had no desire to be in your company tonight. You ordered your usual, an Angry Orchard with a shot of Fireball in a tall glass. The combination tasted like apple cider, but the burn in your throat was caused by liquor rather than heat. It was strong enough to get you buzzed, but not so strong that you’d be stumbling home. You swallowed half the glass in one gulp, wanting to feel the warmth in your veins boosting your confidence as quickly as possible.

“Y/N? How are you?” You turned around, eyes meeting those of Jamie, your coworker. He leaned in for a hug and you accepted somewhat reluctantly, having interacted with him only in passing.

“Hey! I’m all right. What’s up?” You smiled at him, taking another sip of your drink. Jamie was not very subtly staring at your chest. You weren’t crazy about him, but the attention felt nice, so you allowed it.

“Not much. Just happy it’s Friday, ya know?” He looked around for a moment before returning his attention to you. “You’re usually here with that mechanic dude, right?”

You stifled a laugh thinking about how Frank would react if he heard himself referred to as “dude” by this prick. “Yeah, he’s around somewhere. We’re just-“

“-Just friends?” he finished for you with a hopeful look.

You nodded in response, looking him up and down. He was no Frank, but you couldn’t deny he was handsome. It had been so long since you’d even been kissed, and though you hated to admit it, you were touch-starved. One night couldn’t hurt, could it?

Meanwhile, Frank was splashing his face with cool water. He couldn’t believe he’d fucked up so royally. He was sure you didn’t want him how he wanted you, and now he was sure it was too late to tell you how he really felt.

He knew from the moment he saw you that he’d never get you out of his head. Roberta had been talking you up to Frank for weeks, but he wanted no part of it, mumbling something about there being “a reason why no one used matchmakers anymore.” He had no choice but to make your acquaintance when he was looking for Mary, and he’d never been so happy that Roberta could say she told him so.

Later that day at the beach, Mary approached him while you were dozing on a towel in the sand. She sat on his lap and reached for his face, using her pointer fingers to turn the straight line of his mouth up into a smile. “Roberta says you have a ‘charming’ smile, Frank. We think you should use it more.” He chuckled quietly, careful not to disturb you, and pulled Mary in close, planting a wet kiss on her cheek. She grimaced at the feeling, dramatically wiping at her face until he let her go back to reading with Fred.

The sound of the jukebox starting up cut short his reverie. He had to get out there and explain himself. Frank dried his face and hands with a paper towel before smacking his cheeks and stretching his neck back and forth to each shoulder. 

Frank exited the restroom only to find some douchebag staring at your ass as you leaned over toward the bar. He saw red when the piece of shit held out his hand behind his back while his friend slipped a twenty-dollar bill into it, seemingly winning some sort of bet.

Jamie didn’t stand a chance when Frank stormed in between the two of you. “That’s IT,” he yelled, so intense he borderline bellowed. He threw whatever cash he had in his pocket on the bar to pay for your drinks before he pulled you outside, almost getting to your door while you fought against his grip. He only stopped when you spun your body around like something out of Dancing with the Stars and jumped in front of him, forcing him to catch you.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, what are y-”

“-What are YOU doing, Frank? What the fuck was that?” You put your feet back down on the ground but remained facing him, arms crossed over your chest.

He groaned in frustration, suddenly realizing he actually had no clue how to respond. “Fuck.”

You looked at him, tapping your foot in anticipation.

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” He rubbed at his temples in the way he did when he felt a headache coming on.

“And how was he looking at me, Frank? What does it matter to you?”

“He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat and I… FUCK!”

You both turned when your neighbor opened his window. “Can you kids keep it down out here?”

You waved bashfully at the old man. “Sorry, Mr. Parker,” you said in unison.

“Come inside, Frankie.” The nickname that typically made him roll his eyes at you never had sounded sweeter, now that its use confirmed you didn’t hate him for the scene he made. You both toed off your shoes at the door before you made your way into the living room, motioning for him to sit next to you on the couch when he tried to sit in the armchair across the room.

You leaned forward, pinching his chin between your thumb and forefinger. “Now what’s going on in that sun-damaged brain of yours?”

He let out a laugh so soft you almost missed it, but you were glad you didn’t. Sitting back against the arm of the couch, you pulled a pillow into your lap and hugged it, giving Frank your full attention.

Frank cleared his throat, doing his best to accept that it was now or never. “That guy was leering at you, and it pissed me off. You deserve better, Y/N.” He pried your fingers from where they were locked around the pillow to hold your hands in his.

“If you want to meet new people, that’s great. If you don’t want to be with me, that’s a little less great, but I’d understand. He didn’t even pay for your drinks. And I th-”

You covered his mouth with one of your hands, and he knitted his brows in confusion. “You’re making it sound like it’s an option to be with you.” You were in disbelief, side-eyeing him, waiting for Ashton Kutcher to announce that you were, in fact, being Punk’d. 

The corners of his mouth lifted into the soft smile he reserved for you. It was the same one he gave you whether you were on a tangent about how “Obsessed” by Mariah Carey is “the single greatest diss track of all time” or you were helping Mary put a harness and leash on Fred “just to see how he’d do” on a walk.

“For a distinguished professor, you’re kind of a dummy, Frank.” You took his face in your hands, thrilled to be feeling his stubble against your palms. Before he could talk back to you, you kissed him, unsure how you denied yourselves such a simple yet extraordinary pleasure for so long. It only took a moment for him to relax into it, his hands removing the pillow between you before finding your waist and pulling you almost into his lap.

You deepened the kiss, threading your fingers through his hair. He pulled away first, pressing his forehead to yours. “Seems like we’re both dummies, huh?” 

You were going to ask why pulled away until you looked down to see a considerable tent forming in the front of his jeans. You laughed as he pulled you into a tight hug, one arm wrapped around you while the other hand held your face against his neck.

You kissed the side of his neck softly before leaning back to look at him. “All this time? I thought you didn’t see me this way.” You held his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You asked me to go to Ferg’s and then said I could meet other people, so I thought that was it, you know?”

He covered your hands with his and pecked your lips softly. “Honey, I thought it was the other way around. I was trying to ask you out and you looked like you’d seen a ghost.” You giggled, spluttering a bit because tears had started falling at some point. He wiped your tears away before swiping his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down a bit. “We’re fools, aren’t we?”

You nodded slowly and Frank saw something wicked flash in your eyes before you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking lightly. “Jesus, honey.” His length hardened underneath you and you could feel the wetness beginning to pool in your panties, prompting you to grind down into his lap.

You released his thumb from your mouth, pressing your chest into his before kissing him again. “I think we’re only fools if we don’t take advantage of the rest of your adult time.” You removed your dress easily, returning your hands to Frank’s shoulders to push off his shirt.

He surged forward to kiss you again, working magic with his tongue against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he picked you up, walking you into the bedroom. Placing you on the bed carefully, he removed your bra and panties before pulling off his boxers and jeans in one go. You thought you wanted him before, but now that you could see everything he’d been hiding under his baggy clothes, you didn’t see how you could ever let him leave your bedroom.

The next few minutes were spent exploring each other’s mouths while Frank stretched you with his fingers. You didn’t think you’d ever been so wet in your life and thought you might pass out if you didn’t feel him inside you immediately. You gave his cock a few strokes before sliding his head through your folds, coating him in your slick.

“Waitwaitwait, honey. Do you have a condom?”

“You don’t need one if you don’t want one. It’s okay.”

He looked like you just gave him tomorrow’s winning lotto numbers, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he looked at you again. “Oh, God. Are you sure?”

“Mhm. I wanna feel you. Make me yours?”

“Anything you want, honey, but if you change your mind, just tell me, okay?” He lined himself up, seconds shy of entering you for the first time.

“I figured if you were gonna be possessive of me tonight, you might as well take it the whole nine, Frankie.” You laughed as he let out an exasperated sigh. “Seriously, though, I’m clean, I’m on the pill, and I’ve wanted you for a long time.” You reached up to scratch lightly through his chest hair.

“The only thing I wanna hear right now is you moaning for me.” He drove into you harshly, but waited a moment for you to adjust once he was seated to the hilt. “So damn wet and tight for me, honey. You’re so perfect, so beautiful.” He kissed you again before he began to move, slowly but surely making you lose your mind.

He dipped his head down to take one nipple in his mouth, then the other, effectively shutting you up and emptying all thoughts from your head. He nipped at the swell of your breast, soothing the bite with his tongue. “Fuck, Frank, please!”

“Please what, honey?” He picked up his pace, fucking into you so vigorously you moved up the bed. “Tell me what you need.”

“Make me cum, Frank. Please, baby, I need it. Need you,” you cried, leaning up to bite into his shoulder, stifling your moans.

“I wanna hear you, Y/N. I wanna hear those pretty moans while I’m making this perfect pussy cum for me.” The combination of his filthy words and the sight of him sucking on his own fingers before rubbing at your clit sent you over the edge, making you scream his name over and over again for what felt like forever and not long enough.

You could tell he was close, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm. He began to pull out, unsure if you were willing to let him finish inside you, but knowing he was too close to wait for an answer.

You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him close, pushing him back into you. “Fill me up, Frank. I wanna feel all of you. Please give it to me,” you whimpered. His release triggered another for you, chanting each other’s names surely loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

He stayed inside you as you both came down from your shared high, gingerly flipping you over so he laid on his back with you on his chest. He kissed the top of your head, fingers fluttering up and down your sides. 

“What’s on your mind now, Frankie?” You looked up at him through your lashes, mildly terrified of the answer.

He looked down at you with the most adoration you’d ever seen, lifting your chin so your eyes met his in the moonlight. “That wasn’t too soon, was it? You mean so much to me and to Mary. I don’t wanna mess this up. I don’t ever wanna hurt you. You’re the best thing in my life besides Mary, you know that?”

You kissed his chest before looking back up at him, smiling. “First of all, I would argue that wasn’t soon enough.” He hissed as you clenched around his still softening cock inside you.

“You’re evil.”

Winking at him, you continued tracing patterns on his chest with your fingers. “Second, that all kinda sounds like you might be in love with me, Frank Adler.”

His hands stopped moving for a second before he responded. “Would you run away if I said I am?”

“Well, I wouldn’t run away. This is my house.” You thought your heart might explode in your chest.

“I didn’t even say it, but I take it back,” he huffed, throwing his arm over his eyes.

“What if I told you I felt the same way?”

He grinned, sitting up to kiss you feverishly on your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. You could feel him starting to harden again inside you, leading to round two of… well, you lost count.

You ate breakfast and showered together in time for Frank to return home before Mary did, agreeing to talk more later and to hold out on Roberta for a while.

Frank stood on your doorstep, leaning in to kiss you once more. All of a sudden, you heard a familiar meow and thanked God you were dressed and not in your robe.

“Frank, what are you doing here? I thought I’d come see Y/N since I’m not supposed to come home until noon.”

You bit your tongue to keep from cackling. Frank ran a hand over his face, his blissful bubble burst. He was getting you a hotel room next weekend.

[murswrites]

Never Deal With Demons ⎯  Bonnie Gold One-Shot

Pairings: Demon!Evil!Bonnie Gold x Reader Fandom: Peaky Blinders MASTERLIST Word Count: ~ 2,600 Warnings: Cursing, violence, manipulation, poor take on demons and the like, mentions of blood, pain, abuse/etc, typical Peaky bullshit too SUMMARY: You only ever wanted happiness but now you’re trapped for life. This is my submission for @retromafia​‘s Supernatural Celebration!!

25. “You came to me, begging me for a contract!”

26. “You mean those weak, mortal friends? Why would you want to be with them when you can be with me?”

37. “Humans age and rot so easily, but don’t worry. With me, you’ll be perfect forever.”

3. “Do you like my horns?”

A/N The piece is merely inspired by the prompts above, some may be used. Others not. The underlined prompts are used word for word :)

You knew the rules and yet, you couldn’t help but bend them… okay that’s being nice, you fucking shattered them.

“If you do this you and I will be bonded for life.” His voice had been smooth, eyes gleaming red under the lamp as he smirked knowingly.

How could you decline his offer, eternal life… with him. It sounded too good to be true and yet… you felt your heart jump with excitement at the thought. He was stupidly beautiful, eyes dark and a bit deranged, hair curled at his ears, and god… his smile felt like a knife to the back.

Everyone—everyone knew not to go to him. He was crazy, insane, mental, mad, blah blah blah that didn’t matter anymore. How could he be seen as those things when in reality, he was so so sweet.

When you looked at him there was no evil, no ill intent—just him. Even if he had (apparently) done some horrifying shit, there was some sick part of you that liked that. You liked all of him. Despite his flaws, despite the agreement, you liked him.

That is until he started being a controlling asshole.

—

You went to him that first time in a moment of weakness, you were tired and beat down by life, needing relief. Demons were never someone a person just went to. The church preached that if you were ill enough to seek out demons then you were just as evil.

That part didn’t really bother you. But whenever you’d see the signs casting all non-humans as the enemy, it irked you. It was a new kind of prejudice and they couldn’t even see that. You weren’t raised by bad people, you could care less if someone were a vampire or werewolf, you’d met plenty of those growing up.

But demons on the other hand were much rarer. Not many stayed on Earth anymore, it was more dangerous than their home down under. There had always been the same one in your town, he’d been there for hundreds of years apparently.

Everyone knew the stories of how he’d lure in young people and eat them alive. That seemed like a lie but you were still wary. Despite not having ever met him, you’d seen him around. Just glimpses of pale skin and dark eyes.

He didn’t spend much time out of his estate (how it was acquired was unknown to you). It was a large looming house at the edge of town surrounded by miles of woods. Just the driveway alone was almost two miles.

That gave you a lot of time to think on the way there. You were encouraged not to go to him by your friends. “Go see the Jesus family instead, vampires are safer.” One said, another berated you altogether. Telling you how dumb the idea was in the first place.

“You’ve heard the stories of lost lives to that… fucking thing.”

Part of you wanted to listen but curiosity didn’t kill the cat on its own.

—

You remember the night you walked inside that old house, felt the power radiating off the walls. Your fingers skimmed along the wall as you stepped further inside. The furnishings were extravagant. There was no sound save for the occasional creak in the floor.

Something about the air felt so comfortable. You weren’t alone for long, he appeared in a shadow, teeth gleaming.

“Hello, you.” He’d been the first one to speak, you stared in awe.

You knew his name, you thought it was beautiful… fitting enough for a beautiful man.

When he finally showed himself your heart jumped out of your chest. How could evil personified be so… painfully gorgeous. He wasn’t even extraordinary to look at, but he was so pretty it hurt. Sprouting from beneath the darkness of his curled hair were short black horns. They gleaned in the candlelight as he stepped out from the shadow.

“I knew you’d come one day, welcome.” Even the way he moved enchanted you. “Make yourself at home, I’m sure you’ve come for a reason.” He crossed the room and sat on the couch that was placed in front of an unlit fireplace.

You were frozen in place, a statue. “Are you cold?” He leaned on the arm, looking at you over the back of the couch as he raised his hand. Your eyes widened as flames appeared above the logs. “Do you like my horns?” He wrapped a finger around one like it was a piece of hair.

The question caught you off guard, did you like them? You wondered the same yourself. Finding your voice proved to be more of an issue than answering. “Uh– yea, I… I suppose? I didn’t know you had horns.”

There it was, you saw how his eyes lit up.

“Come sit,” Your body moved before you comprehended the offer. “Why are you here?” The eye contact was too much, you had to look away. How could someone’s eyes be red and brown? It didn’t make any sense.

“I’m not too sure why.”

He laughed, “Yes you are,” He was right.

You knew exactly why you came to him. You were so incredibly bored with your life, it was the same cycle each day, there wasn’t an ounce of change. It was killing you.

That made your face grow hot, how he knew didn’t matter. It was the admission that embarrassed you more. “Yea.” You stared at the fire, “Is it true you kill people?”

He nodded, “I’ve killed lots of things.”

“Why?”

“It’s my nature and nature. Cycle of life and the like.” He was so casual, it unnerved you but it was hard to look away. “Or sometimes just because I could.” He shrugged.

“What happens if I say your name?” You wondered aloud, having heard plenty of stories about how a name holds power over demons. Something about some stupid balance.

A wicked smile grew on his face, “Oh, so you know about that, do you?” You nodded, “Sad that it’s just a rumor then.”

“What?” He nodded, “Damn, that seemed too good to be true I guess.” That made you painfully curious to say his name, you didn’t even know if it was his real name anyway. “So if I were to say it right now, nothing would happen?” You asked, a nod in response.

Your eyes met his as you muttered two words, “Bonnie Gold.”

That grin returned as he stared right back. “Sounds nice when you say it like that,” Bonnie looked away, “That’s not my real name, you know?”

“Really? What do you have, like, a demon name?” Your question wasn’t rhetorical, it was just a joke but Bonnie answered with a nod. “Huh.”

—

“Did you know that demons were sent to Earth in an experiment?” Bonnie asked, you shook your head. “To see how we’d get along with humans, I was one of the first sent down– well up.” He chuckled at the thought.

“What was that like?”

Bonnie’s eyes darkened, “Lonely.”

You knew you shouldn’t feel sympathy for him but it was hard not to. “I can’t imagine.” You spoke quietly, he was so close, so near it was overwhelming.

“Yes you can, I can see it in your eyes.” Bonnie put a hand on your cheek, it was cold but you didn’t mind.

How he’d seen through your facade of contentment was beyond you. What frightened you more was how soft his voice sounded when he said it.

“You could no longer be lonely with me. We could be lonely together, my love.”

Those words were so beautifully wrapped, covering the lies you’d soon uncover. Maybe it was naive to believe a demon of all things but at the time, it didn’t matter. He had consumed your hopelessness and turned it into happiness.

“With me, you’ll be perfect forever.” He ran a stray finger down your face, watching you closely as he did so. “Why grow old when you can always be young?”

“I’m not sure forever would be enough,” It sounded cheesy in your head and so much worse out loud. 

But Bonnie seemed to like that sentiment. “Just ask and it’s done, love.”

Your eyebrows knitted together, “Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

And so… you asked. You said the words he had been drawing out of you for weeks. You’d spent so much time with him in secret for fear of what your friends and family would say. Bonnie was much different around you, he was sweet and attentive. He would indulge your stupid questions and answer with real sincerity.

It was nice to be listened to.

Though sometimes… he’d sort of, slip up. You’d see flashes of the demon from the rumors. It didn’t really surprise you, just made you wary. 

“Can you make me everlasting?”

The question was simple enough, just five words and your fate was bonded with his. Unbeknownst to you, he had played you like a fiddle. All of the sweet smiles and laughter… it was fake. It was all a lie.

You saw his true colors that night you begged him to change you. Into what, you weren’t too sure, but it didn’t matter if it meant you’d be together forever. He explained it in half truths, always turning to distract you from asking too many questions.

And god it felt so stupid to have fallen for his obvious manipulation.

—

It wasn’t like you changed your mind right after he did it. No, you didn’t realize how he was slowly stifling you until years later. You too, became a part of the rumors about him. “He and his pet”, they’d say. You didn’t care about what they said until you realized how true that was.

You weren’t his equal, you were in the most technical sense; him. Bonnie made you from his own essence in turn making you into a half-demon. Your appearance remained the same save for that same red glint in your eyes and horns that mirrored Bonnie’s.

Bonnie was still sweet–for the most part. He had a temper and didn’t know how to manage his emotions, living with him soon became exhausting. Even with all of the perks of it, you began to notice how you longed for regular life again.

You missed your friends, Bonnie’s weren’t the best people. They all had what he did, a human turned demon companion… according to them, Bonnie was the last to “obtain” a human friend. That part irked you. But you saw how happy the others seemed, they genuinely loved their partner.

At one point, you loved him too but… it became too much. The changes inside your body made your emotions amplified and dizzying. It took ages to get used to it.

—

A decade later, you were as young as you were when you met Bonnie but your friends were not. You weren’t allowed to see them. You doubted they’d even want to see you after what you did. But you couldn’t help but watch over them from the shadows, some got married and had children, others moved out of the country. You found yourself becoming jealous of their mundane lives.

All they had to worry about was stupid inconsequential things like taxes or if they bought enough fruit to last them a week. If only someone had warned you. The irony of it all was that now that you had your taste of the supernatural, you wanted nothing more than to give it all back.

Bonnie told you it was irreversible, undoable, impossible to revert you back to being human without the time your body resisted crushing you. But at that point, you were too tired of it to not beg for him to do something.

—

“Am I not enough for you? I surely was when you begged me to turn you into one of us.” He spoke with venom, eyebrows pushed together in anger.

“I didn’t beg you to turn me! You bullied me into it! I just wanted to get to know you,”

Bonnie grabbed your wrists and pulled you close, “I did nothing of the sort, I just pushed you into the right direction.”

“Same difference, Bonnie.”

He scowled, “You came to me, begging me for a contract!” He suddenly pushed you away.

Your eyes grew wide, “No I didn’t! Stop lying! I am so sick of your lies!”

“What do you expect from a demon, child?” Bonnie sneered. He didn’t look like himself anymore, his face contorting at such a speed you could barely comprehend it.

“I know there’s a way to undo it, just please. Let me go, you can find another person who you will treat better I’m sure of it. I’m not right for you.”

Consoling him didn’t help anymore than screaming. If anything, it made him so much more angry.

His expression changed suddenly, “Please don’t leave me, I have no one. You know this.”

“You have hundreds if not thousands of friends.”

You saw a sliver of the sweet persona he put on when you met. His eyes softened and he looked heartbroken that you’d even ask to get away.

“You are all I have.” Bonnie’s eyes stayed on yours, it was impossible to look away, “Why do you think I jumped on the opportunity to make you like me? You’re perfect in every way, perfect for me.” His gaze was so heavy, you felt like you were being compressed into a small room.

He got a hold of your face, “If I’d known you were unhappy, I’d have done this long ago.” You didn’t understand as he tightened his grip on you, it hurt so bad. “You are not going anywhere.”

Something inside you changed, he was beautiful again. An angel… you wanted to laugh at the thought but he held you in place. Bonnie smiled and looked at your face, watching you carefully. “You will stay with me.”

Flashes of his anger and manipulations showcased in your brain. You set your jaw, trying your hardest to fight against his compulsion. It was how he’d gotten you so easy but you couldn’t leave. You physically couldn’t, even if you despised the man in front of you, your body had more power over your mind.

His eyes hardened into the blackest of blacks, dried blood. It was painfully ironic how things played out. “You want to stay with me.” Bonnie’s grip on the back of your neck was bruising as you felt sweat begin to trail down your forehead.

You felt like you were being choked but your throat was untouched. It was like all air had been sucked out of the room and your lungs. Painful gasping sounds were all you could respond with. Your eyes bulged out of your head as his words changed the very framework inside your brain.

It was like someone had taken a melon baller to all the hatred and contempt you held against Bonnie Gold and began scooping it out. The pain was like nothing else, burning and hot but you were ice cold. It was (ironically) hell. 

Bonnie only watched with a sick fascination as a curious smile grew on his face as you calmed down.

“How’d we get here, Bonnie?” You wondered, confused as to what happened, “My head feels horrible, god.”

He offered that same sweet smile of his, “You hit your head, dove. That’s all.”

“I thought demons couldn't get hurt.”

A laugh, “Yea, but you aren’t a full demon.” He held your cheek sweetly and you couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. “Not yet at least.”

[soft-boi-eli]

Mcyts helping a trans masc after top surgery. (Part 1)

Tw:swearing, pain pills, some hints to vomiting, fluff as well.

Wilbur

This simp...

Makes sure you regularly drain your drains, take your medication.

You dont even have to get the fuck up, I mean he's your personal butler until the doctor gave you the okay.

Three times a day you get a smoothie. He can tell that you dont want to eat because of the pain.

The least you can do is drink something to nurioush you while you were in pain.

If you're embarrassed about having to sleep on some dog pee pads for the drain. Dont be.

Wilbur may not understand but he will constantly comfort you. He'll even make a video to tell his viewers he won't be posting for a moment. A personal issues came up and that is all they know for now.

Also when cold he'll try to keep you warm by very, very gentle cuddles. But any sign of pain and he's off of you and getting you warm blankets and heating packs.

His sweaters? Now all yours. You have no say. He will give you one every day knowing you find alot of comfort in wearing his clothes.

The last thing he wants is you in pain. Especially if it was caused by him.

Your testosterone shot? Dont worry he's got it for you.

He doesn't want you to get up unless you needed to go to the restroom or you were itching to get up.

If you dont take it slow he will threaten you.

This is a threat. He will make you sit back down if you tried to get up and clean.

All in all he is a simp and your butler.

Technoblade

Technoblade may not know what to do but he will try.

He's quite nervous but when he realized you havent eaten and needed something in your system for your pain meds hell make you something soft and light on the stomach.

Are you cold? He'll cover you in a blanket and just sit next to you. Floof senses you in pain and cuddles you more then technoblade.

Techno was a bit butt hurt but knew that you needed alot of support right now.

With his height his clothes are either tight or loose. But his hoodies are always huge. And very fucking comfortable.

His scent relaxed you and helped you sleep at night.

He is a hidden simp.

He will make sure you're comfortable. If you want him to he'll sleep with you in the living room.

When you start walking him and Floof are constantly following you. Just to make sure you are safe and comfortable.

You cant help but love your two boys.

His streams and videos are already inconsistent but he did say his next video or stream might take a longer time.

But if you dont mind then you'll sit near him while he streams. If you needed anything he'll get it.

You saying hi to chat. They know you're in pain by your tone.

And anyone he's in a call with will ask what's up. And when you tell them they'll understand and they'll hype you up.

It warms techno's heart when his friends hype you up.

God this closeted simp is melting internally.

Schlatt

He will tease you.

Pictures are taken and spread around the internet like a wild fire.

Caption to those pictures?

This dumbass just got out of surgery and didnt expect to feel like trash lol.

But off camera he's quite the nice guy. Reminding you to drink your water, getting you soft foods or soups, heck he give you some of his pushies from his youtooz.

And this behemoth of a man will give you his shirt or hoodies.

You are with him when he streams or records.

There is no say.

He wants to keep his eyes on you and make sure you are comfortable and safe.

Lowkey dragged you bed into his recording room, you were just vibing in the corner.

You meds are on a set schedule. If the time lands when he's on stream he doesn't think. Just gets up grabs your meds and a premade smoothie.

With that he gave them to you.

Watching you swallow that pill because you can be stubborn with pain meds.

Returns to the stream.

Yells at chat for calling him a simp. He told them you were in pain and it's the least he can do for you.

Will low key rub your back off stream. As sleeping while sitting up us hell on your shoulders.

Jambo is all over you, soaking up the attention he can get while you were immobile.

Schlatt would glare st him for taking away his S/O.

When it came to you wanting to walk he will let you.

If you hurt then this man would laugh and tell you to sit your ass down. You are going anywhere just yet.

He's gonna carry you when you are in as much pain.

He's tall and there is no stopping him.

It makes him feel a bit happier due to the fact you aren't hurting as much, and still getting to the place you needed.

Also he will hug you if he sees you are uncomfortable. The hug is very soft and unlike him.

But at least he is trying.

He also keeps his yelling down, doesn't want you to make too many stiff movements. It would hurt the hell out of you.

Tommy

Ok. Hear me out, butler.

He see the pain you are in and as one of his best friends he wont let you do anything.

Your parents were out of town after your surgery and it wasn't their fault their work called in suddenly.

So you were sent over to Tommy's for the three weeks they were out.

Tommy would let you relax on his bed, heck even sleep on it as well.

Doesn't care if your drains stain the bed. That's an easy clean up and he wants you to be comfortable.

He does still stream. Because it's something he does for a living.

But he'll try to keep it a bit quieter.

You once walked out of the room when he was streaming. You looked like a gremlin, hunched over while you had to take a piss.

When you entered you were greeted by wilbur, techno, and phil telling you they hope you heal fast.

"It only gets better from now on (y/n). Take it easy alright?"-wilbur

"Congrats mate, just relax and dont forget to focus on healing."-Phil

"Yo you got the surgery. Pog. Stay healthy (y/n)."-techno

You melted lightly. A small smile graced your face.

It brought you joy and there was nothing that could compare to it. Honestly.

It seemed almost every day someone tommy knew was hopi g a speedy recovery.

He once yelled at chat for saying you should suck it up.

"CHAT THEY JUST WENT THROUGH SURGRY. LEAVE THEM ALONE!"

You forgot that your parents were even out for those weeks.

Tommy would definitely understand slightly that it would hurt to constrict your chest.

"You cold?"

When you nod tommy is up and handing you one of his hoodies. They are big and comfy. Easy to put on too. So they are perfect.

His two dogs, Walter and Betty?

Expect them in his room curled around you. Dogs know when humans feel pain and when they need something to comfort them.

The stream kind of enjoyed that.

They got wholesome content from you and dog content.

Win win.

Tommy will make sure you have your meds.

If it lands during a stream he blacks out the camera and carefully gets you the things needed for it.

Get you a best friend like tommy.

They wont let you do much when in pain.

Tubbo

He doesn't fully know what to do. He went and spent a few nights over at your house.

Your parents asked his parents for help so they sent over tubbo.

They made a list but the poor boy couldnt read it.

"A sm-oosthie with their pain pill... what the hell is a sm-oosthie?!"

It took him calling tommy to ask him to tell him.

"Tubbo. It says smoothie and who is this fo-."

He hung up before tommy could finish and made the smoothie.

Your cat was quite cuddly.

When he walked in your cat was on your lap.

"Tubbo? When did you get here?" Oh yeah it was a surprise.

"Not too long ago. Your parents left and asked me to help."

He was doing it in all good.

But he scared you so badly.

He bought you a stuffed animal...

It was a huge minecraft bee. And by huge I mean huge.

Like here's the stuffed animal.

Ignore the child. I wished there was a better picture.

But yeah you get the point.

Tubbo may not know how to help you fully but he's trying.

Tommy came to visit with wilbur and phil.

Tommy was meeting up with them and you lived close to wilbur.

When they saw you laid up in bed, tubbo trying to find out how to help with your medication phil kinda went father mode.

You got homemade soup to take your meds.

Tubbo was quite happy to see you smiling and lightly laughing.

When they left you felt better.

Tubbo may not know how to do alot but he tried his best. And you loved every moment.

You got you best friend to help you. And nothing was better then that.

Ranboo

Ranboo spent the night and all you guys could do was joke about the pain.

The jokes were quite self deprecating too.

All night you guys were up.

You couldn't sleep because of the pain and he didnt want to sleep due to the fact he didnt want you to be alone.

So you two were sleep deprived and your parents were concerned. But understood you two didnt want the other to feel bad.

After you healed a bit your parents got called into work. Leading to you spending a few days over there.

Ranboo streamed a recorded with you in the back ground.

He forgot you were there once and he turned on face cam. There you were in the background nose deep into a book while wearing one of his hoodies.

You were freezing and your shirts were a bit too tight.

He just gave you one of his and that was that.

"Whis in the background?"-dono

"In the background?" He turned around to see you just reading your book.

"Oh. That's one of my friends. They had a surgery a week ago."-ranboo

He turned to you, "(y/n) say hi to stream."

Looking up you waved.

"My gay mind went brrr at the idea of no sacks of fat. Now body do the big pain."-(y/n) 2021

It brought a laugh to ranboo and his chat.

You joked through the pain. It was funny.

Dream

What is this I see? He's a simp indeed.

Low key he's answering your beck and call.

He's smothering you in love.

It may not be physical affection but it is still affection.

Your hoodies are replaced with his.

They are huge and comfy.

He saw something online that reminded him of you.

He said it was cute and decided you needed it.

You loved it. It helped you sleep.

Since sapnap lives with him he sends in sapnap sometimes because he's recording or has to get something that wasn't in the house.

Also when you found the zipper you unzipped it and found dream stashed some gift cards and little trinkets in it. Along with a note.

'Knew you would of found this.'-Clay

It shocked you kind of.

But you loved it. It was quite comforting that he gave his affection in these ways still.

Even if it wasn't physically.

Patches is on you 24/7.

She's cuddling you and being very gentle on you.

Low key she won't leave you though, she's following you everywhere, on your lap, sitting there when your on the toilet.

She's clingy. More clingy then before.

But it warmed your heart.

If george visits then he'll see a little gremlin making a b line to the bathroom.

All because the pain made your stomach feel upset.

And you hadn't eaten anything because of pain.

Dream is quick to rush in and see what's wrong.

You were sitting on the ground in the bathroom. Needless to say it didnt end well and you hated it.

"Baby. Do you want me to get you a smoothie and your pain meds?" You were grateful.

After leaving the bathroom you lightly hunched over you noticed the British man in your living room.

You watched his videos.

You waved lightly with a smile.

"Oh sorry (y/n) I didnt tell you george was coming did i?"

Your look told it all.

"Sorry you have to see me like this." You had the urge to apologize.

"No dont be sorry. Surgery is painful."-george

With a small nod you went back to your room and relaxed.

George

He didnt know what to do at all.

He answered your requests.

But he didnt know why you needed that thick ass blanket in the middle of the summer.

But now you have it.

Your stuffed animal that was left in the living room?

It's in your arms by your side.

He's sad it wasn't him in your arms but understood it would cause you pain.

He just lightly lays in your lap.

It brought you comfort and him comfort.

Your germilin ass tended you get up and walk at the weirdest time too.

3am?

Your are going to get a snack.

5am?

You are on your way to the toilet.

7am?

Your once more in the kitchen getting something to eat with your pain pill.

George slept through it and was confused when you weren't in bed like the doctors told you to.

He's quite meticulous with your meds and eating habits.

He doesn't push but makes sure you have something with that pill.

Hell try to help you with your bandages. But sometimes got queasy at the blood and stuff.

It was okay with you though.

You didnt mind that due to the fact that you too got queasy as well.

I think you guys sleep through this alot.

Wilbur and tommy visited.

You was shocked and confused when they had a few get well soon gifts.

Tommy got you a small fidget toy, just something to do with your hands sometimes.

Wilbur got you a few books and a small stuffed toy.

It was a orca.

You loved it but still loved the one that george got you.

He got you a little wooloo one.

It was something that was soft and easy to cuddle.

But the books wilbur gave you were amazing.

It gave you something to do for a long while. And it gave george some more cuddle time.

Other than not knowing what to do george was a great source of comfort.

Sapnap

Sapnap is a bit more experienced with it.

Kind of knowing what to do and all together he just know more then most people.

There is a regular schedule for you meds and so called meals, he changes out the dog pads if he notices them dirty. He knows how to maneuver himself next to you so there was no pain.

He also sucked up that he would be overwhelmingly hot and sat next to you under the blanket.You weren't nearly as cold because of that.

Also since sapnap lives with dream I imagine that dream pops in some times and so does patches.

You all were probably best friends as children. And people always thought that you and dream would get together.

Only because you two were more touchy.

But you saw him as an older brother, and took a liking to sapnap.

Dream was really suportive and saw you as a little sibling.

Dream probably saw you not doing to well and made you something to eat and brought your pain medication.

That was because sapnap was sleeping next to you.

Patches curled up between to two of you and dream brought in something you hadnt seen before.

A roll away bed.

This mother fucker got a whole new bed just so he could sleep in the same room as you and sapnap.

"Sapnap is a heavy sleeper. What if you need something?" He was correct.

You woke up to pain and discomfort.

Dream woke up but sapnap didnt.

You were mainly cold though...

How the hell were you cold with this man radiating radiation the heat of a thousand suns?

No clue. But probably the anesthesia since you were in sapnap room dream just opened the closet and tossed his hoodie to your lap.

You woke up sapnap when you put on the hoodie on accident.

He pushed up against your shoulder a bit more and draped his arm over your lap.

"What's wrong?" Sapnap mumble made you stiffen up. Dream seemed to fall back to sleep too.

"Just a bit cold." He lightly nodded into your neck.

"Mmmmmm. How though."-sapnap

"I dont fuckin know."-(y/n)

He let out a sleep chuckle and seemed to fall asleep again.

You just sat there. Patches and sapnap on you lap technically.

Sapnap woke up and made you breakfast at some point. You were in and out of it due to barely any sleep.

Dream woke up as well. You didnt even know when they left. But patches stayed with you.

Those weeks you were treated the best with these two with extra cuddles from patches.

I didnt know there was a max amount of paragraphs. But hey I guess it's something you find out sooner or later. So there is going to be a part 2. Including some character I missed.

[writer-monster]

11 reasons why cap 4 should reintroduce Bucky Barnes as the love interest, an essay

to start this off, i am not writing this essay from a shipping place nor do i believe that this would have any influence at all over the upcoming movie. i expect nothing. this is simply something that i would personally like to see. (of course no hate to anybody who thinks differently)

here are 11 reasons why i think making Bucky into Sam Wilson's love interest in Cap 4 would be a good move for Disney.

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1. on the Chinese film market - and why it's an irrelevant argument against the inclusion of homosexual themes in Cap 4

the Chinese film market is something that has been blamed for a lack of diversity in Hollywood films a lot lately. many people claim that this market with a lot of buying power has been responsible for the lack of gay and black representation in particular within Hollywood films.

and we have certainly seen Hollywood treating it as such, going so far as to cut gay scenes from movies for their Chinese releases, and vastly minimising John Boyega's (a black actor's) presence in the Chinese poster of Star Wars The Force Awakens.

[image ID: on the left is an image of the American poster for Star Wars The Force Awakens, featuring John Boyega prominently on the right-hand side. And on the right is the Chinese poster for the same movie, in which John Boyega is barely visible.]

so we know at the very least that Disney believes this through their own actions and efforts to self-censor for the different markets.

but Captain America 4 is a black-led movie, don't you forget. and Disney can't minimise Sam Wilson/Anthony Mackie in the movie or the poster because it's his movie and his poster. and no amount of creativity in the editing room can change that (thank God!).

so if by their own argument the film is already going to be either banned, panned or slammed in China... then what do they have to fear from making it a gay movie too?

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2. oh, the queerbaiting

queerbaiting is an unusual cultural idea. and sometimes i find myself thinking that the term is far too easily used, but then all of a sudden i will stumble upon a movie or show that is so quintessentially cruel and overt in it's... well... queerbaiting that i will start to wonder what the hell kind of a bizarre relationship all these straight people seem to have with their friends. take Troy and Abed from Community or John and Sherlock from Sherlock as the perfect examples of this. (in which my reaction to the show's creators saying the show wasn't gay was to ask so then why did you make it so gay?!)

i felt that Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes in tfatws were getting quite close to this level of queerbaiting.

there was the field scene, the couple's counselling scene, the boat scene, the couple's counselling scene, Bucky going with Sam to face Karli when she told Sam to come alone, the couple's counselling scene, ALL the staring scenes, Sam checking out Bucky's ass here as they said goodbye, the "i would move in with him but" hidden scene, "Uncle Bucky" showing up at the cookout scene, the romantic walking off together into the sunset together ending scene, and the couple's counselling scene. did i forget anything? but i mean seriously, the couple's counselling scene!!! that thing they did with their legs and their crotches while staring deep into each other's eyes, would any straight guy willingly do that? do straight guys crotch-snuggle now?

[image ID: an image of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes during the therapy scene with the quote, "Isn't anybody going to drag me into impromptu couple's therapy and slot my legs firmly between theirs before staring deeply into my eyes?"]

(yeah i stole this image from a buzzfeed article on the fan reactions to the couple's therapy scene. but given that they stole 80% of the content of that article from fandom tumblr, i think it's pretty even-steven.)

there's also the fact that people started talking about bisexual Bucky Barnes a lot after the tiger pictures line, and the lead writer Malcom Spellman responded to the talk of Bucky's bisexuality with "just keep watching". well we watched, Malcolm. but it's beginning to feel like you were just jerking us around.

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3. the writing

seriously though, what else is Bucky Barnes doing right now in the MCU? his only remaining connection to anything going on right now is through Sam. there is literally nothing else established that's left for him to do that doesn't involve Sam. he moved to Louisiana to be closer to Sam (canonically), he hangs out with Sam's family (canonically), and Steve is presumably gone and is definitely not coming back for more adventures.

he has no villains or loose ends left. he has no other superheroes that he appears to be in contact with. he has no girlfriend or potential love interest, or even other friends or family. he is living in a tent that he has secretly set up in Sam's backyard and is mysteriously appearing from the bushes when it's time for dinner like a stray cat.

in my opinion there is no other meaningful and pre-established progression for Bucky's character that wouldn't just feel cheap.

plus, i don't think the general audience would be all that surprised if they kissed. i think a LOT of people picked up on all that tension. i think a lot of straight people picked up on all that tension too.

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4. the chemistry between the actors & the chemistry between the characters

the original pitch for tfatws was essentially just this, it was the chemistry between Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie and their respective MCU characters of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.

now obviously Anthony and Sebastian are simply friends, and i wouldn't mean to imply anything more. but they are also not their characters.

Sam and Bucky's scenes together before tfatws were both limited and short, and yet audiences still fell in love with the dynamic between the two characters.

in interviews, these two actors are constantly slipping into character and flirting with each other and frankly it's adorable. plus it's really entertaining. i'd love to see that dynamic, unfiltered, in a movie.

because believe it or not the flirting is actually even more open in their interviews than it was in tfatws. and i'm leaving some links as proof.

this here is known as the "married" compilation

and here's a "lucky dip" selection of interviews - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

and here's Anthony trying to get Seb to take his jacket off.

i'm just saying, why not let their chemistry shine? these two are so talented and so entertaining, especially when you put them in a room together. and can you imagine how absolutely hilarious and brilliant it would be to watch them navigate being a couple?

(and for those who bring up the "friends would be uncomfortable pretending to be dating" argument, i'm not here asking for a sex scene or anything. i don't think anyone would expect them to show any more intimacy (physical or emotional) while playing a couple than what they've already shown together in say... tfatws or in their own interviews. not that i actually expect anything regardless.)

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5. if they were a man and a woman they would've gotten together in tfatws

i have no more to add here. just that... yeah, they would've.

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6. and i'm not talking about the comics here, i'm talking about the MCU.

i understand fully that none of what i'm saying here falls in line with these characters from the comics. but the mcu itself doesn't fall much in line with the comics either, and these two characters especially are very different from their comics counterparts.

i'm not asking for these two to get together in the comics. tbh i don't think that it would work.

but the mcu Sam and Bucky are different and closer than their comics counterparts. they've got different histories, different backstories, and a very different dynamic. please rest assured that i am only talking about them in the mcu.

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7. Bucky Barnes is believably bisexual. and Sam Wilson has never been proven to be straight in the mcu, nor has he had a love interest.

(now please continue to keep in mind that these points only stand for the mcu versions of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson, and not at all for their comics counterparts.)

Sam Wilson has never had a love interest, which is crazy because have you seen that man! he has had two blink and you'll miss it moments of verbal expression of attraction to women, both in TWS. and that's the extent of it, through his entire history in the mcu.

Bucky Barnes has had a number of surface-level female love interests, but none of them even came close to the level of connection and chemistry that Bucky shares with Sam.

and i'm sorry SarahBucky fans, but i just don't think there's very much to their relationship either. i love Sarah, i really do. but it's Sam who shares all the meaningful moments and history and chemistry with Bucky. and i don't see what making her into a love interest would do for Sarah's character either, what would that add to her story?

[Picture ID: Bucky at the cookout with Sam, Sarah, Cass and AJ. Bucky and Sam are looking at each other and smiling.]

and also there is the whole tiger pictures thing... again. which does strongly suggest that Bucky is bisexual whether this was intentional on behalf of the writers or not.

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8. it's representation... AND it feels natural

marvel hasn't had a lot of queer representation that's been noticeably present in the MCU at the time of writing this.

there have been a lot of failures so far, from the bisexual erasure of Valkyrie in Thor Ragnarok to the wlw erasure in Black Panther.

there was queerbaiting almost identical to the bisexual Bucky baiting for Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2. when asked if he had considered featuring a gay hero in gotg2, director James Gunn stated that "We might have already done that. I say, watch the movie." after the movie's release audiences were understandably confused about the lack of queer representation. To which the director followed up his comments with, "But we don't really know who's gay and who's not. It could be any of them."

there is also Loki, considered by most fans after the airing of his six episode series on Disney+ to be both a poor attempt at both genderfluid representation and bisexual representation. with both attempts being summed up fairly well by the term "blink-and-you'll-miss-it". (also it's just terribly written and Loki doesn't wear any interesting clothes! fanficcers are a Goddamn blessing in this hard time!)

and let us not forget that Andrew Garfield was apparently FIRED for pushing for a bisexual spiderman. a bisexual spiderman within an interracial mlm relationship no less.

so for all these failures, marvel, why not allow us queer fans this? two brilliant and heroic men in a loving interracial relationship. two heroes that we can look up to.

now, one of the biggest detractions from the argument for representation is the idea of "forced diversity". and some poorly written characters certainly do end up feeling forced into the narrative. take Iceman in the comics for example, with Jean Grey just straight up suddenly telling him he's gay. like, marvel, sweetie, that's not how this works! and i don't know a lot of queer people who thought much of that "representation".

but the crux of the "forced diversity" argument is almost always that it feels unnatural within the story, right? and i don't think that anyone could say that about MCU Sam and Bucky ending up together, given these characters' existing chemistry and their history. they've both played characters in gay relationships before so we know that it's not outside of either actor's wheelhouse. and y'all know that Anthony and Seb can act, people. if it's in the script i believe that they'll make it seem like the most natural thing on earth.

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9. it'd be a nice change

there's been an ongoing meme lately about "Disney's first gay character", the joke being that they continually announce gay characters without really ever including gay characters in their films.

this is to the point where Disney has formed a reputation amongst queer audiences of being homophobic.

if Sam and Bucky were to become a couple, then Disney could have its first actual gay character within a gay relationship. AND have him be in the lead of his own movie, no less.

it's also worth keeping in mind that there's likely an overlap between the people who were outraged by a Sam Wilson Captain America, and the people who'd be outraged by a gay Captain America. and if they were already not seeing the film, then i don't think much is gonna change that.

queer audiences would definitely love it, and the media attention would be guaranteed to be huge. i mean, simply look at the amount of media attention mere rumours of a character's queerness gets you and multiply that by a canon confirmation of said rumours.

but i'm pretty sure that Disney already knows this.

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10. and yet, in truth, it's not about the representation

in truth i've never felt that i had any trouble relating to characters of any sexual orientation, race, gender, sex, body type, etc. (although that is not to throw any shade at all on people who do wish to see themselves represented) but for me, i think it's more about the story than the packaging.

and yet, a love story is still just a story. straight or queer, monoethnic or interracial. when two characters have chemistry and history and have sacrificed for each other time and time again, and they also can't keep their hands or their eyes off each other, then i'm pretty sure that that's a love story.

straight or queer, monoethnic or interracial, it shouldn't be about these simple labels. it should be about how well written the relationship is. it should be about chemistry, and history, and sacrifice.

because i'm fucking sick of all the hollow, forced romances in media no matter the genders of the participants. i'm sick of lazily written, shallow relationships where any two people sharing the same space for any extended period of time will simply fall in love. it's boring, it's repetitive, and as a writer myself it drives me up the wall!

romance stories suck! and everyone knows that romance stories suck. between twilight, and most of the entire YA genre, and love triangles (so boring), and romance used as poorly-written throwaway subplots in Hollywood movies, the world is in agreement that the romance in western media is simply dreadful. and yet we still want love stories. it's an entire genre that sits at the heart of the human experience (<3), and yet one which so few of today's best known writers seem truly able to capture.

i don't think that i'm the only one who feels this way, either. i suspect it's actually a large part of why fandom is so romance-centred in the first place, that we're all just starving for a good love story.

(btw i think fandom has a reputation for being something that as a whole that it is not. it has this reputation for straight up demanding things and harassing people until they get their way. while unfortunately there are a few people who do this, they're fucking annoying and i swear that they're far from the majority.

in my experience fandom is mostly about writing a five thousand word story at three am while drunk off your ass because it might make someone whom you've never met smile, editing it in the cold light of day, and then posting it. expecting nothing. sometimes getting nothing. and sometimes getting someone send you kudos or a comment so heartbreakingly wonderful that it makes you smile in return.)

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11. so once again, it is all about the writing.

i want to see Sam and Bucky get together in the mcu, not because they would be a gay couple but because i genuinely believe that their story has potential to be an amazing love story.

and i know the mcu isn't about the romance. it's why in my personal opinion we haven't gotten a lot of good canon romances besides Peter Quill and Gamora. and i don't think that the mcu should be all about the romance either. i fucking love the action and the fighting scenes. i love the comedy. Captain America: The Winter Soldier had no romance and it was a fucking treasure, it was an amazing spy-action-thriller and it made my little gay heart dance. Thor Ragnarok had no romance, and it was an utterly brilliant comedic spectacle action film. not every movie needs romance.

but mcu Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes were doing couple's therapy and fixing a boat and walking off into the sunset together in tfatws. they were inseparable on the battlefield. they've got a dynamic. it's beautiful, it's romantic, and it's gold.

a budding relationship between them in the next movie would be a good way to explore both characters more without the narrative feeling too stilted and separate. at the end of tfatws, both Sam and Bucky fans found that their respective fave felt somewhat underutilised and that their characters were underexplored.

now, that problem would be even more difficult to remedy in a movie, because the plotline of a movie needs to be really tight to work (giggity). and we know that the central conflict of the movie is gonna be action-based (which is good), but we still need each character's personal journey and growth to tie into the main conflict. (which is another issue that some fans found with tfatws, that these characters didn't really feel connected to the action-based plot on a more personal level.)

if Sam and Bucky are already in a relationship, however, this whole dynamic changes. first, their relationship has already been set up for nicely since TWS and through tfatws and they would officially be the best-fleshed-out couple in the mcu. but most importantly, a relationship gives them a perfect vehicle to explore both of their pasts comparatively and connect them personally to the action-based plot.

do you want to establish that Sam is a little too trusting and naïve? then establish this through his relationship with Bucky, and through showing his placing his trust in Bucky. (rather than through having him sympathise with a villain who threatened to murder his sister and his nephews).

perhaps you want to show Bucky recovering from his trauma? show us how comfortable he is with Sam. they get along, they're enjoying each other's presence, we see more of Sam's life and of his family, and then let Bucky tell Sam something that's raw and dark and honest about his life as The Winter Soldier. something about a memory, one that he only just recalled. he's opening up. and maybe what he tells Sam is even something that sets up the future action-based conflict, to ground that in something real.

you want to explore that Sam has trauma too? do this through Bucky. he tells Bucky a story about his time in the military. in the form of a flashback, he shares his own story of loss to evoke before the audience the shared theme of feeling at fault even when you're simply a helpless bystander to an act of pure destruction.

then, action sequence! and it's directly connected to Bucky's time as the Winter Soldier. explore the grief of someone whose life the Winter Soldier tore apart manifesting into a villain perpetuating the cycle of pain. establish your villain.

Later, Sam is dragged into battle against this villain for protecting Bucky. But Bucky doesn't want Sam to protect him. He feels guilt for what he can't control and he doesn't want Sam getting hurt because of him. Bucky reminds Sam that he has a family, one who needs him and who loves him. He tells him to go home.

Sam reminds Bucky that he's a part of that family. And that sure Sam's a hero and his job is to protect anyone and everyone, but that he's doing it because he wants to. It's not simply to prove that he can, or to prove that he's not a bystander (this connects to Sam's trauma here), but that he's doing it to help people.

and this gets Bucky thinking about who he is and what he's doing here. is he a hero who stands by Sam's side? or is he an ordinary man who stands aside? or perhaps, does he stand alone? what does he stand for? Maybe Sam knows. But does Bucky?

Sam and Bucky fight off the villain again, and for the first time Bucky meets this adversary face to face. And Bucky recognises this villain, and has a flashback to the genuine pain that he inflicted upon them in the form of the Winter Soldier. Bucky freezes mid-fight, he almost dies, and Sam has to save him.

Sam chews Bucky out for almost getting killed because he was afraid for him. but Bucky takes this the wrong way and goes off to fight the villain alone, or perhaps to die alone, he's not quite sure.

He puts up a half-hearted fight. He apologises for what the Winter Soldier has done, and he waits for the killing blow, when Sam swoops down and he saves him. He asks Sam why he saved him and Sam calls him a moron. And then, Sam asks him what sacrificing himself would solve. He tells him that you can't choose your past but you can choose your future (connecting to his own experience of loss and guilt and grief). And that no matter what Bucky Barnes still has a future, whether that's as the Winter Soldier or the White Wolf or just some dork with a day job. And that he has a future as a part of Sam's family too.

Sam fights the villain, and it's toe to toe. He delivers a few good blows, but receives a fair few himself. And then the villain tears off his wings, first one and then the other, in a manner reminiscent of what the Winter Soldier did to him in TWS. Through Bucky's eyes there's a flashback to highlight the parallels. Sam gets back on his feet and he fights his best fight, but is now losing.

And then the heavily injured Bucky steps up and fights by Sam's side, and only together do they take down the villain.

"So... I inspired you, huh?" Sam teases with a smile, utterly exhausted. "With my heroism and-"

"You inspired me." Bucky said, equally exhausted. "Let's leave it at that."

Together, Sam and Bucky go back to the safety and warmth of their family. Sam fixes his wings. Sam goes back to being Captain America. And Bucky... he's around, but it's unclear what he's doing.

That is, until the very end. When Sam is in a fight, and suddenly Bucky shows up and helps him out.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asks.

"I've made up my mind." Bucky says. "I'm the Winter Soldier. But now I'll save lives, Sam. Now, like you, I'll be a hero."

Sam smirks. "So does this make you my sidekick, then?"

Bucky smiles. "C'mon, at least make me a partner." He says.

"How about co-workers." Sam says (in flashback, he remembers back to the death of his last on-the-job partner).

"How about friends." Bucky says, with a wry look.

"Bucky... I don't want to see you put your dumbass self in danger." Sam says.

"Oh, and it's ok for you to go running off into danger on your own all the time?" Bucky asks.

"Yes." Sam says stubbornly. "Absolutely it is."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not a dumbass?!"

"Sam, if you think I'm not gonna be watching your back for the rest of time... then you're the biggest dumbass I know. And I don't care if you need me or not, I will be there for you."

"Because Sam, you're more than Captain America. You're more than a good soldier. You're a good man. And I think sometimes, the world forgets what the difference is."

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...or something like that.

(i only spent like 15 minutes on that. you know if i were actually writing this movie i would come up with something much better. and if anyone from marvel is seeing this, yes i can come work for you. i will make the time, let's do this thing right!)

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finale

at the end of the day, whether or not the mcu chooses to make Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes a couple, it's their decision. and they don't owe me anything.

i'm just some random person on the internet. who thinks that Captain America 4 should #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend

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Dating the Obey Me! boys

So I had surgery yesterday and have to be stuck in my room not doing much for a bit so I plan to try and write lots of things and I thought why not start with Obey Me. Hope you enjoy, these are also kinda short since it was so many people! CW: Spoilers and slightly dark

Lucifer

Dating Lucifer is a bit of a struggle at the start

He's headstrong and cruel even to those he care's about so it can be hard to get into a relationship with him

Once that bond is formed however its a different story though he is still blunt and a bit harsh he's more open

He enjoys classic dates candle lit dinners walks under the moon or swaying in his office with his records on

Lucifer adores when you visit him in his office just to spend time with him while he works

Not much PDA but not fully against it will wrap an arm around your waist and might kiss your head if he's feeling really soft that day

Supportive even if he's harsh he wants the best for you in his eyes you deserver the world and then some

Mammon

Mammon is very open about his feelings

Not good with PDA gets very embarrassed but loves it all the same

Will spend money on you without really thinking about it he wants to you everything and in his eyes money is everything

He gets you involved with many schemes but also does everything in his power to not let you get hurt

If any of his siblings are having a bad day and it gets taken out on you he steps in and will swing if needed

Speaking of siblings they dont treat him that well and though he tends to put on a front you kindness to him means so much he can and will cry

Soft just wants you happy your smile makes him feel special and truly loved so he wants you to feel the same

Leviathan

This is a roller coaster that's for sure

Leviathan is a tsundere on the surface but once in a relationship he's a bit more yandere then one might think

With that Levi is very tameable quelling any jealousy of another he might have is simple just give him affection

He can not handle PDA he blushes freaks out and might even faint if people are around

Indoor dates in his aquarium room and also gaming together or watching anime

Though he's not one to enjoy the outdoors if you want to go on a public date all you need to do is ask

Parise for him is heavenly you telling him he's done well or that he makes you happy means he world to him

Satan

Getting into a relationship with Satan is a friends to lovers kinda story he need so much trust to know he can be truly honest with you

Its very give and take he wants this to have the same importance on both side

Café dates often to a cat café and if you allergic dont worry he has a spell for that

Will show off your relationship to everyone

Enjoy soft PDA i.e. hand holding an arm around the waist forehead kisses etc.

Really loves talking with you about books whether about a book you both have read or simply you listening as he goes on about one he likes, Satan also loves hearing you talks about your interest

Hell protect you with his life you're someone who let him feel more then just anger someone who loves him for himself and its all he really wanted

Asmodeus

Dating Asmodesu is not easy and there's a chance it will never be a healthy relationship

He's flirts alot and that's something you have to get use to but Asmo try's very hard to never take it to far once your together

Love PDA will always want to be all over you and hopes you feel the same

Shopping dates are a must in his eyes and of you ever feel self conscious he does his best to help

Talks about you non stop to anyone and everyone he's happy your in his life but in the end his sin makes it quite hard to ever be in a fully committed relationship

Spoils you so much, wants you to live in luxury like him after all someone as perfect as you deserves it

The genuine affection and love is something new to him its something he never thought he would have so when you entered his life he felt you could only ever make things brighter and he plans to always be there for you

Beelzebub

This is a relationship that develops without much thought

It becomes a habit for Beel to share his food with you or to seek you out just to be with you for a while

At some point its pointed out how you both act and Beelzebub confesses

Dates are common and its often food date going to new and old places he thinks you would like

Not great at planning things but if you have something you want to do or talk about he's all in

Very soft with you though its not often that hell innate PDA or anything he's always up to reciprocate it

A gentle giant who wants you safe and happy even if it means sharing his snacks

Belphegor

This is a full slow burn with his hatred of humans and his lack of trust its not an easy ride

Being with him takes a while starting as just people to friends to maybe more to lovers its a drawn out thing

No PDA he just doesn't handle it well however at the house or alone he's very affectionate

You all go on dates rarely as he's not one for going out and would rather spend quite time with you at home

One of his favorite things to do with you is laze around while you talk about your day or things you've been into lately

Will always make sure you have a good nights sleep if your someone prone to bad dreams he can help with that

Though the relationship with him starts a little rocky he treasures you more then he might admit and he happy you gave him a chance

Diavolo

Another friends to lovers and a little forbidden on top of that but you two make it work

It starts as just him being overly interested in the human world and not so slowly he starts to take interest in just you

Diavolo spoils you when he can you've given him so much and he wants to give back

Loves PDA but knows that he has to reel it in due to him tittle so he settles for just holding your hand

Is a very soft demon for you wanting to make you're as comfortable as you can be

Really enjoys when you visit him even if it just you popping in to say hi it just brightens his day

Being in a relationship wit Diavolo isn't easy it takes alot to keep up with everything but he's never been happier then with you by his side

Barbatos (I love him so much so his is slightly longer)

A slow burn and secret relationship full of its ups and downs yet its something he wouldn't trade for anything

The start of the relationship is slow and honestly it doesn't even seem like your dating he's still closed off only being polite when you two are together

It takes him far longer then you would think for him to realize how much that hurts you he hasn't been wit someone for so long if ever he's not use to it

Once you break that barrier things are smoother he's willing to be open with you alone giving you affection when you ask and even sometimes acting with out you saying anything

Barbatos thinks about you alot when he's working always wanting to know what your up to and how your feeling

Wont want to tell anyone he takes his work very seriously and doesn't want that to ever be at risk but on top of that he knows some people dont like him and if they know about you well he doesn't want to think about that

Refuses to look into your future he knows he wont be able to handle what hell see

It a relationship that takes time and sometime it seems like it might slip away but he's always there and he strives to be with you and make you happy just please give him all your love too

Simeon

A story tale romance most the time but one that almost seems impossible to keep

He's the perfect gentlemen sweet moonlight date or strolls through a garden, holding the door open or offering you his coat

With that it might seem like you never see the real him just the person/angle that he wants you to see someone perfect

Once you two have been together a few months hell start to really open up letting you see his more mischievous side and even talking about the pain from when the others fell

Simeon will always be there for you and when your down he wants to be someone you can lean on

The two of you in the in his room the soft lighting thanks to the fire with the only sounds in the room being the scribble of pen on paper and quite breathing making the night feel like endless bliss

He knows this relationship is dangerous if he's not careful he could fall but when you look at him eyes shinning with nothing but love he thinks maybe that wouldn't be so bad

Solomon

An almost tragic love story that much to his glee ends in happiness

He's met you in many lifetimes yet you were never his bit this time this wonderful time you choose him

The most romantic dates with Solomon anything you want he can probably get

Tried to cook for you it didn't go well but man he tried

Helps you study and will partake in your hobbies if you want

Is ok with PDA prefers the simple stuff over anything major

Is such a lovely relationship one he's spent so long waiting for and he's wont let it slip away now