#nobody can stop me i WILL boop everybody

[pssy-wagn]

Day 7: Black Cat

Shopping for tools, Halloween decorations, food, and everything in the middle, Dean and Castiel stop by Walmart. Filling their cart with everything they need and want, they make their way through the congested aisles just to wait in a long line. 

"See, I told you to make several trips instead of a one-stop shop. We've waited fifteen minutes for a clerk to open the case for your tool thing."

"It's a dremel, Cas. Plus, it's badass."

"It'll break within a week." Cas mumbles under his breath. 

"What?"

"Nothing."

When they finish paying, Cas stops the cart outside to take out his pork rinds to munch on on they way to find their car.

"No. You are not eating inside Baby, Cas. We've been over this so many times already."

Taking a big bite, he looks at Dean, "then you're going to have to wait for me to finish."

As his munching gets too annoying, Dean moves to stand. Stepping a few steps away from his husband, he sees a small group forming nearby. Dean turns to see Cas reaching into his little bag for another pork rind, oblivious to what Dean is confused about. When he looks up again, Dean nods his head in the direction of the mini commotion. Pushing the cart, they are curious as well as to what can make people form with "oooh's" and aaah's."

Not wanting to intrude too much, they stay back until they catch a glimpse of a girl and her mother sitting on the bench. 

Cas leans into Dean, "What's happening?"

"I don't know. Maybe…girl scout cookies?"

"No. They always have a sign."

When Castiel strains his neck to look over everybody, a little girl and her father comes away carrying a little white cat with blue eyes. 

"Oh that's what's going on. They're either giving away or selling some cats. Cas, no."

But Dean is too late. Cas is already inching his way through everyone. As Dean lets out a sigh, he pushes his cart until he sees his husband kneeling down into a box. 

"Dean, look."

The little girl kicks her dangling feet as she speaks, "last one. Free to a good home."

Dean peeks inside to see only one small kitten left.

"Cas, babe, we gotta go home."

The mother gives them a sympathetic look, "it's okay, we'll be here again tomorrow. Nobody wants this one; this is our third attempt giving him away. It seems nobody wants a black cat or the runt of the litter and he's both."

"Third attempt?" Cas says as he pats the head of the little cat who is trying to climb out of the box. 

"Yep. That's why we'll be back tomorrow. Mommy said we could only have the momma and one kitten. But we can't have all six."

"Hmph. Understandable." Dean says as he puts his hand on Cas' shoulder, "Babe? Sunshine?"

Cas stands and turns towards Dean with the little kitten in his arms, "Dean?"

"Cas. No."

"Dean.." Cas smiles softly down at the little bundle who's trying to attack his finger, as he gives in, letting soft teeth try to munch on his finger. 

"Please, Dean? Look at him, look at his little face. Isn't he cute?"

"He's cute, Cas but-"

"Honey?"

Dean lets out a deep sigh, "you have to stop using that on me. I can only do pet names."

"Pet? That's a sign, Dean. We need him as a pet now."

"Ugh, you'll be the death of me, Cas."

"So did we make a decision, gentlemen?" the woman asks. 

Cas kisses the top of his newest fur baby as he boops his little nose. 

Dean looks at the women, "he's made up his mind. Thank you, ladies," as he gives them each a forced smile. 

Back at home, Dean struggles getting everything in the house, making a few trips back to the Impala. Finally bringing in the last shopping bags, he shuts the door with his foot, "Yeah, it's not like I needed help, Cas!"

"I'm busy!" Cas calls from another room. 

As Dean puts all the bags in a pile on the floor, he goes in search of Cas. Spotting him near the cat tree tower, he sees him holding up the little black cat to their orange one. 

"Look, Dean, I think Claire likes him."

[switchydogboy]

For my lovely and adorable little doll @the-new-ginger-switch / @the-inactive-ginger-switch

TW: light to moderate restraining, circus, and clowns

A Lovely Night at the Circus

Ginger walked along the sidewalk on her way home, just waiting for something interesting to happen that would set the day apart from her mundane stroll. She sat on a nearby bench and closed her eyes for a bit when she heard faint music. She got up and looked around, seeing what looked like an enormous tent surrounded by lights. She walked closer, and the music got louder, revealing it to be the traditional circus theme music. Ginger had loved the circus ever since she was a little girl.

"Is that..a circus tent? it looks so pretty!" she said, fixated on the tent. She ran down the sidewalk excitedly, slipping through the gate and running through the entrance of the tent just as an announcer came onto stage.

"LLLLADIES, GENTLEMEN, GENDERS OF ALL KIND, WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS OF LAUGHTER!" a loud voice boomed, all coming from the ringleader.

He was tall, slender, and a bit pale, almost like an emo person. He wore black slacks, a nicely designed purple jacket, and a tall top hat.

"For our act, I will need a volunteer! how about...you there!! yes you, with the beautiful ginger hair, why don't you come on up and give me and my dear associates a hand~?"

Ginger shyly rose up and walked up onto the large stage, realizing that the ringleader was covered from head to toe in feather accessories; his tie was a giant feather, and she realized that his jacket had specially embroidered feathers on the sleeves.

"Now, dear girl, tell me something~ are you ticklish~?"

"Now what kind of question is that? i thought i was up here to participate in something!" Ginger said, not yet realizing what she just got into.

"Oh but you are, my dear! I could even go as far as to say you are the main attraction~!"

"Now then, im going to have my dear assistants help me with this!"

Two tall people dressed as clowns come out and push a large box onto the stage. The light beamed in gingers eyes, and she realized that there was nobody else there in the entire tent except for who was on stage!

The ringleader opens the box and motions for you to lay down. You reluctantly do so, as he closes and locks it.

"Now, everybody, my next job is to split this dear girl in two, and i will prove to you that the trick can be done!"

The ringleader held up two plates and swung them downward, however ginger never felt a think. What she got the most shock out of was being able to see her feet sticking out of the other box!

The ringleader boomed again "Now, everyone, to prove this magic to you, I shall make the girl laugh!"

Ginger squeaked as she watched him pull two big feathers from his hat. The ringleader took the first feather and began stroking it up and down gingers foot, sending her into wild laughter.

"NAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAHA LEHEHEMME GO!!!"

The ringleader laughed as he tickled. "Awww, but where's the fun in that? we'd lose our main attraction!"

He began wiggling the feather under her toes, sending her into silent laughter. Despite her protests, Ginger was loving every minute of this, and she didnt want the RL to stop tickling. She weakly batted at the

inner side of the box, but to no avail, she was stuck with her feet exposed, defenseless, and under an attack of feathers!

After a while, the ringleader decided to be nice and let Ginger go. He put her back together and unlocked the box, helping her out.

"So did you have fun at the circus~?"

"Ihihii dihihiddd, thahahankuuu!"

The ringleader booped her nose, and gave her a brightly colored feather to remember the circus by.

"Come back again, dear, the circus always welcomes you!!" The ringleader said before they parted ways into the night.

The End!

[gailytine]

FNF Family AU/Headcanons!

Quick reminder: I do NOT consider the monika mod as “canon”. Not all of the mods are automatically canon in friday night funkin just because, you know, its a mod!

I am stating this because some people say “they are not siblings because senpai called monika ‘a hot chick’”. Which it is completely understandable! You do you bro. Just don’t ruin the fun for the others who likes to headcanon them as siblings or friends!

This also applies vice versa! If they want to ship them, sure! Let them be. That being said, this AU will bend some of the rules of canon and is completely self indulgent.

Strawberry blondes!

the epitome of “you can’t sit with us”

Do Not Separate Them At All Cost™️

hopeless romantics

every saturday they go shopping together and drink at starbucks while gossiping about their classmates

they all ordered a grande pink drink

they are all binary

Monika

hehe oldy

“nobody can mess with them except me!”

she is the class president, also the president of a club, and is always the top of the class

actually the most long tempered among the three

in college taking up creative writing

really good at coding, for evil purposes

she’s only genuinely kind to the younger two!

does giffany, senpai, and her own hairdo

have a crush on miku

lowkey tired of senpai’s pettiness

“horrible job everyone”

tries to stop senpai’s bullshit

GIFfany

Middle Child Syndrome

ask about how her name is pronounced correctly and she’ll pronounced you dead

to senpai, “a twink with homophobia in his eyes 😻”

she’s always get compared to Monika but she never lash out on her. She actually looks up to her!

dyed her hair pink with matching pink eye contacts

her actual hair color is strawberry blonde like Monika and Senpai and her actual eye color is blue

really loves pink

wishes to be a star idol!

ironically uses cat emojis

probably has a squirrel fursona hidden in her sketchbook idk

goes to claire’s

encourages senpai’s bullshit

Senpai

don’t hurt him! he’s just baby!

possessed by a demon

“you know what? Fuck you” unballs your cock*

is a bit meaner and vulgar than the two

dont fuck with him, he has simps on his side

Monika and GIFfany refuses to call him senpai so they just call him “Sen”

heterochromia! one is green and one is blue

wears fake ear piercing at home

always get baby talked by the older two

very cheesy and romantic, likes to mimic the people in romcoms

potential theater kid

causes bullshit

Bluberry heads

always chants “Mcdonalds” every time they are on the backseat of the car

has a band and it only has a guitarist and two singers

musically inclined

usually very busy so every time they are able to get together, they make the most of it!

they are all bi as well

Miku

“Mikudayo :)”

VERY intimidating

cause you know?? everybody knows her! everybody loves her!

the oldest

is taking a rest from concerts and is spending time with her lil buddies!

childhood friends with Monika

likes to style Sally and BF’s hair!

The Hypewoman

teaches the lil dudes some music stuff!

Sally

“Excuse me, they asked with no pickles”

GNC AS FUCK

Larry is still his step-bro

the least popular of the two but he’s genuinely fine with it

The Translator

is really into supernatural stuff

uses “:|” as an emoticon for. every. emotion.

something funny? XD is old :| is better. genuinely happy? fuck smiley faces its :| now

goes to hot topic

Boyfriend

“beep boop skeed bo bop bep bo”

only speaks english with the people he is comfortable with!

has an energy of a toddler with sugar rush

hehe manlet goes brrrrrr

The Quiet Kid

when he noticed that he’s getting popular, he choose to stay a bit anonymous

he decided to not to use his real name in public

this led to his many nicknames and many debates about his name

[letarasstuff]

(No) Clean Shaven Doctors

(A/N): This was requested by an anon and is based on this concept and on this ask. Have fun reading it!

Summary: How will Spencer's daughter react to him sporting a beard?

Warnings: Mentions of razors, decriptions of shaving, tooth rotting fluff

Wordcount: 1.2k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________

(Y/N) likes her doctors just like Sherlock Holmes: Clean shaven. This may be because she never has seen her father with anything but a five o’clock shadow at most. After all Spencer really doesn’t like the scratchy feeling on his face and neck from growing a beard. But sometimes it’s inevitable.

Nothing hurts the genius more than being away from his daughter for longer than three days. The three year old is his pride and joy. Unfortunately the case they were working on took longer than expected. Way longer. After three weeks and four days the team is finally able to board the jet, having found the UnSub only mere hours prior.

The mood is calm, if not even happy. The team is relieved to come back home. Hotch is missing Jack and Beth. Morgan can’t wait to hug Penelope and get dinner with her to talk about the most recent gossip of the bureau. Emily itches to hold Sergio in her arms and tell him what a good boy he is. Rossi only wants to come home to his mansion and open an expensive bottle of wine. Or scotch, depending on his mood. JJ is excited to finally see Henry and Will again, spending some good family quality time with them.

But nobody is as eager to get home as Spencer. Every free minute he was on the phone, talking with his daughter about anything she wanted to tell him. It’s debatable who misses who more, because both seem to be a mess from what Penelope told the others. Still, it’s understandable. They are the only kind of blood related family they have nearby so it’s natural that they cling to each other.

“Hey kid, what do you think Wonder Baby will say to your new style?” Derek interrupts his reading. Confused Spencer puts his book down to give him his undivided attention. “I didn’t change my style. In fact I wore this outfit the day we departed from Quantico, I don’t understand what you mean.”

Derek laughs and points to the genius’ face. Out of reflex he touches his cheeks, getting the hint. Being the sometimes frazzled mind he forgot to pack his shaving kit. Originally the case shouldn’t have taken more than a week to solve, but the officers at the precinct weren’t exactly solicitous to help the FBI, feeling like they are not good enough to work the case since the feds were getting involved, so most of the work got stuck with the BAU.

Also, to be perfectly honest Spencer hasn’t had the time to buy a razor and shaving cream, too many things were more important than the extended maintenance of the body. “Oh. OH, I’m really not sure. I mean she never saw me with a beard, so I just hope (Y/N) is able to recognize me. I also planned to get rid of it as soon as I get home. I don’t feel comfortable with a squirrel in my face.” (If any of you get this reference, I love you.)

Morgan nods and puts his headphones back on, emerging in a world consisting of music to process what happened on the case.

Not long after this conversation the jet finally touches down in the DC area. Basically every loved one of the team is there to greet them. Most of the time (Y/N) was with Penelope except for a few nights, where the tech analyst had to pull an all-nighter. On these nights she had a sleepover with Henry.

As soon as the team leaves the jet, a big welcoming hug session starts. Many stories are swapped and tears cried in the short time. Only one is looking around in confusion. “Where’s (Y/N)?” Spencer asks Will, who has his arm around JJ. She puts her head on his shoulder, being the disgustingly sweet couple they are.

“Penelope took her to the bathroom, she needed a ‘potty break’”, he answers. His words nearly drowned in the shouted “DADDY!” from a certain girl. Spencer turns around to see his toddler running towards him. A small voice inside his head worries that she is going to fall, because she is prone to clumsiness, and wants to warn her. But his own excitement overrules and he just kneels down to be able to collide with her.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they are reunited. (Y/N) puts her head into his shoulder, murmuring: “I missed you so much. So so much.” Her father’s heart breaks a little at her small voice, a certain sadness resonates with it. “I’m here. I won’t leave you so soon. I missed you, too.” “But I missed you more!” She argues and to prove her point she goes to give Spencer a kiss on his cheek.

Quickly she pulls away. “Ouchy! Daddy, you made me ouchy!” Touching his face again, He understands what his daughter means. Before he is able to reassure her that he will get rid of his beard, she pulls out of his grip. “Daddy, make it go away. I won’t give you kissies until you make go away!” The rest watches this interaction with smiles. Derek tries to muffle his laughter, who is immediately put into his place by Penelope. “It’s about kissies or no kissies, so stop making fun of her”, she whispers in a serious tone.

“Sweetheart, I promise you that I’ll make the scratchy thing go away as soon as we get home, ok?” Spencer holds his pinky out for her to loop her own around it. It’s their ritual of an unbreakable promise. (Y/N) nods and takes it. “Now, do you want me to pick you up and go home? We can have pizza for dinner.” “PIZZA!”

The little crowd disperse quickly after that. Everybody is happy to not see the other for a couple of days, since it’s a Friday night. As much as the team loves each other, three and a half weeks together was a bit too much.

“Alright, Daddy has ordered the pizza and you are in your jammies. Do you want to watch me make the beard go away to make sure it is gone?” (Y/N) nods vehemently. Spencer picks her up and sits her down next to the sink in the bathroom.

With big eyes the toddler follows her father’s moves. Especially putting the shaving cream on fascinates her. “Daddy, me too?” She asks, gesturing her own face. Laughing Spencer boops her nose, leaving a small streak of the white cream. Content with that she continues watching him. Every stroke of the razor is reviewed by her with the most interest. After washing the leftover shaving cream of his and hers face off, she puts her hands on his cheeks.

“Soft again”, (Y/N) wonders, completely amazed by the result. The father smiles softly. “Yes, Baby. The beard is gone. Do you like it?” Her answer is peppering his face with small kisses, tickling him more than he wants to admit.

They spend a calm evening together, watching a few kids movies and building a pillow fort in the living room, where they even sleep in. In the morning Spencer wakes up with his daughter’s cheek pressed onto his.

Taglist:

All works:

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Criminal Minds:

@averyhotchner @mggsprettygirl @herecomesthewriterwitch

Spencer Reid x child!reader:

@ilovetaquitosmmmm

[thebraxiatelcollection]

( bc of Goodreads ) 8 & Lucie, bookshop AU & holiday fic

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

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Lucie was meant to be on holiday. A nice, relaxing sunny kind of a holiday. Where she could relax by the beach or the poolside, trying to get a tan and not get sunburnt in the process, reading trashy magazines, and eyeing up all the hot blokes.

What she did not expect, was to work at a local bookshop with an odd bookseller.

It was funny how things ended up like that. Unexpected.

It was one of those Airbnb places she has found on google. Work for us for however long you want, and you get a free room for the duration of your stay. Toiletries and basic refreshments as part of your accommodation.

It was a quirky bookshop. Popular by the locals and tourists, and it was in an old-fashioned, crooked victorian building with many nooks and crannies hidden inside with books everywhere.

And by everywhere, she really does mean everywhere.

The floor could barely be seen, just about enough room to walk single file through the book shop. The owner's cat loved it, jumping onto piles of books, careful not to knock them over and sleep on them in the sun lazily, purring with content.

Lucie carefully steps over a pile, a huge pile in her arms and she puts it on the counter and gently blows the dust of them, trying not to sneeze. "How many books is too many?"

"The answer to that," Her new friend, the Doctor replies as he comes in with a clipboard. "Is never too many books, my dear Lucie."

"Doctor, you can barely walk around this place," She points out, gesturing wildly. "I'm amazed nobody has been hurt or worse, killed. Imagine that! Death by books!"

"People know their way around here," The Doctor says. "Even the tourists. Everybody knows their way around the bookshop. It's human nature, to be drawn in by the books."

"Yeah, until one knocks you on the head," Lucie mutters.

"I take it you're not a big book lover?"

"Well.. no, not really," Lucie admits and begins to sort the books into alphabetical order by author. "I've barely got time to read. The most reading I do is reading those trashy magazines you see lounging around in waiting areas."

"Oh, those are a load of rubbish," The Doctor tuts. "And the reason you don't like reading, is perhaps you just haven't found the right book yet."

"Yeah, that's what all the nerds say."

"Nerds?"

"You know, someone who is weirdly obsessive and into geeky stuff. Like books and old science fiction movies." Lucie smiles, and leans forwards, and boops him on the nose. "Like you. You are a nerd."

"Perhaps I am," The Doctor smiles proudly. "If you don't mind me asking, why work here if you don't like books? Bit of an odd combination, isn't it?"

Lucie shrugs. "I wanted a change and I'm broke, and this place was dirt cheap. Literally. " She dumps another book onto a separate pile. "And you never know, I might just find a book worth reading."

The Doctor watches her, smiling, and begins ticking off his list. "My dear, dear Lucie," He says. "Let me set up a challenge. Let me find you a book that you are unable to put down, and in return, you can take me to the beach."

Lucie stops, tilting her head and she deliberately pretends to think over. "To the beach, you say?"

"Yes," The Doctor nods eagerly. "I know some secret spots that nobody else knows about."

"Will there be hot blokes?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Never mind," Lucie chuckles and sticks out her hand. "If you find me one book for me to read and enjoy, I'll take you to the beach."

"It's a deal." The Doctor grins and shook her hand.

And not for the first time since she started to work here, Lucie began to wonder what she had signed herself up for.

[rabbiteclair]

boop. new. fanfic.

The World, Upside Down

AO3 blurb:

This Gensokyo is not the original, but the result of somebody's failed attempt to rewrite existence.

This reality is broken, and soon it will fall apart.

In the weeks before that happens, shrine maiden Yukari Hakurei, ordinary magician Alice Kirisame, time-stopping maid Rin Izayoi, half-phantom swordswoman Komachi Konpaku, and living goddess Hatate Kochiya must either find a solution, or make their peace with whatever happens next.

I've already rambled a whole lot about my thought process behind the character picks over here. Beyond that, though: Remember when I posted Flatscreen, and I was like 'wow, the start of this thing was ancient, it's from 2015!'

My earliest crack at this story was last updated in 2014. Early 2014. It predates basically every fic of mine that people really remember except for possibly Dollmaker's Daughter. And, I got about 1/3 of a chapter in before I fumbled and realized that I liked the concept but had no idea what I was doing with it. Over the years, I've attempted to pick it back up, oh, probably half a dozen times? And always failed, because establishing an entire alternative Gensokyo thoroughly enough for people to care about the story was pretty daunting, and then making a plot on top of that to explain all of this was even harder.

My first solid outlines would have led to about a 100k-word story. But, that story also felt incomplete. It had a pretty abrupt ending, and the pacing felt off. So, after literal months of staring at notebooks every day and sketching out possible solutions, I did the only reasonable thing: I made it 50% longer to give stuff room to breathe. And that's why I've been writing it since fucking November 2019. Now you know why I barely published anything last year.

So, yeah. This thing is 150,000 words long. I'm posting ~12,500 words a week and it's still gonna be late March by the time it's finished. With all that length, it's a bit hard to succinctly describe what you can expect in here, but: if you generally liked The Death and Burial of Marisa Kirisame and Teeth and Claws, you'll probably like this too, because it hits a lot of the same emotions for me. If those were less upbeat than you normally like your Touhou, then you might be better off giving this one a pass.

On the other hand, I rewrote most of a chapter in here for a dumb joke about Komachi playing Uno with the goddesses of the Moriya shrine, so it isn't exactly all serious either.

file under:

Yukari being a vulnerable human, and one who actually cares, deep down. But also: you know how half of Yukari’s profiles are like ‘she is a crafty jerk who’s impossible to understand because she’s always up to something, and everybody groans when she shows up’? Yeah. I ended up so mad at her at one point that I had to stop writing for the night to calm down.

Alice being a socially inept nerd in new and exciting ways, despite being a lot more outgoing as a human incident resolver. Because what the kind of twenty-something who fights centuries-old monsters for a living really needs is an anxiety disorder.

Rin being the gothiest goth to ever goth, and simultaneously too wholesome for this corrupt planet when she isn't, like, collecting torture devices for the Aesthetic. And just having a whole lot of fun with this 'time-stopping, knife-throwing maid' thing.

Komachi being that friend who will help you move and then spend all weekend talking through your feelings after a breakup, but also just the worst fucking pick for a gardener imaginable. She slacked off on ferrying the souls of the dead, do you think she's gonna really commit herself to trimming hedges?

Hatate being a different kind of socially inept nerd from Alice. The kind of nerd who brought a years-long backlog of video games to a land of fantasy. The kind of nerd who still gets annoyed that nobody in Gensokyo understands her cool and good references to Groundhog Day (1993.)

in which Alice meets herself in a decaying timeline, Mamizou builds the worst ferris wheel, Yukari's history as an embarrassing teenager becomes public knowledge, everybody picks on human book nerd Rinnosuke, Komachi uses half of her soul as a pool toy, Rin makes crappy dirty jokes in French, Hatate discovers her terminal weakness to aloof redheaded swordswomen, and Akyuu gets to enjoy being a healthy adult for the first time in a millennium of existence.

[nochiquinn]

campaign 2 episode 140: I don’t even have a title for this, how do you title this

listen I'm lowkey theorizing that they get tpk'd and that's why this ending feels so abrupt; I think they only film one week ahead so I don't know how realistic that is

(note that I am not HOPING they get tpk'd, I'm merely noting the possibility)

critrole closet where do I obtain taliesin's shirt

ashley johnson ma'am stop I'm already gay

SHOW US THE MINI MATT

I take it back put the mini away

mala: remember when this guy had like egg on his dick

bf:I'm hearing matt doing that description and I'm just picturing him putting on costume pieces as he does

(mala: taking out the dm is a valid strategy)

summon WHAT NOW

oh he can cast meteor, that's fine

look at liam, he knows EXACTLY what he's about to get hit with

I HATE IT

MATT I HATE IT

leave essek ALONE

JESTER VS BIG SCARY MONSTER REDO

success!!

lkfgslk travis

LEAVE ESSEK ALONE

shared HP pool!!

I was joking aout the tpk, matt

oh god bless

I zoned out until caleb successfully made lucien throw a tantrum

(I know this is Big Important Combat but it is still combat and therefore I have no attention span)

I really appreciate how fair they are about reminding each other about shit that affects them negatively. tbf the internet would scream it at them after but I still appreciate it

these eyeballs is fuckin

matt: fury is mounting in lucien me, distracted: a furry is mounting lucien, got it

we get it you played kingdom hearts 2

"he threw another moon at me" is THAT what the fjord moon theory was

"EVERYBODY everybody?" homestar runner never leaves you

make those eyes work for you

fruit salad new ship name

wait did he say "they need you" or "I need you" bc either way I went momentarily slightly feral. I don't even ship it that hard (OR SO I THOUGHT)

"I press my forehead to his" nope there I go

I WAS F U C K I N G JOKING

who made the post earlier about there not being a true rez ritual this campaign, I blame them

the entirety of top table is killing me. travis and liam with the most intense faces and laura sitting in the middle just crying.

also liam and sam texting, what are you plotting

someone get ashley some tissues. brian I know you're offscreen, get ashley some tissues

hey artagan you wanna fuckin shOW UP NOW

THAT broke through, we love when the dice cooperate with the narrative

man jester and arty are gonna have a come to jesus meeting after this

MATTHEW

OKAY but that was a really cool thought

and he didn't say it WOULDN'T have worked

PUNCH U WITH UR PAST

how the FUCK

"THE COMPANY DESERVES TO SEE THIS"

LONG MAY HE REIGN

"was saving it for something" was it Wish

oh I hate how that sounds

oh thank god

my head hurts

okay I have to go boop the child nobody FUCKING DIE

I stood up and got actively dizzy, this episode is gonna kill me

they didn't give a "this episode is five fucking hours long" warning so I assume it'll end soonish but how or why I do not know

Please Save My Boy

Please Save My Boy(s)

MY GIRL

JESTER VS BIG SCARY MONSTER RECORD RESTORED

I am ashley

a BREAK? a fucking BREAK? IT IS ONE THIRTY AY EM

I figured that was the explaination, was the somnovum blocking artagan, but also

"insight check" fuck you don't make me laugh right now

don't think about how this is the second time they've seen molly's body dead on the ground

someone smack a healing into caleb please

yeah is it like a big flesh cocoon or a naga situation

ughhh if they rez him they risk it being lucien again and not molly

wizard HEAL THYSELF

if they res molly tonight I'm gonna puke

like just out of stress. that is the only recourse left to me.

YEAH

if liam cries I cry

the city knows what jester is capable of and gave up the bag bc It Knows Better

I actually don't know if I want this to work, I'm torn

it is a crime that they cannot irl hold hands right now

if he asks taliesin if molly wants to come back I will actually puke

what's the dc for this? isn't it like a 10 for the first death? does this count as his first death?????

hello 911 laura bailey is murdering me with acting

jester lavorre vs death

matt trying to finagle it in their favor

"you are frustrating and we miss you"

essek :(

fjord :(

although nobody knows it and no one knows our names, that doesn't make it cheaper it was worth it just the same

you know what, this I can accept. caduceus who saw fjord go down on the ship and just said "no". caduceus who stared down his friend's abuser and told him to go fuck himself (respectfully). caduceus who saw something extremely unfair and said "I'm fixing it". if this is what does it, I can accept this.

he's a BABY

he had fucking archetypes in his head for each of them and that's all he remembers

make taliesin talk to himself

I've been drinking ice water and that was A Mistake, I'm shivering terribly AND I have to pee

yesss

taliesin, res thyself

[oscars-wifeyyy]

The Innocent 17

The group sat at a table during lunch, discussing how they were going to wash the money, but they weren't able to come up with a solution until Jasmine came into the picture. Monse looked at Jasmien in alert, "what are you doing?"

"Chopping it up and chowing it down with my crew!" Jasmine said, "is it my pits? I just switched to natural deodorant," Jasmine smelled her pits as she sat down, "I knew that shit didn't work,"

"We need a rain check," Ruby said.

"Nothing personal, but it's personal," Monse said.

"What's on the agenda? Cleaning some green?" Jasmine looked at Monse, knowingly.

"How do you know?" Jamal asked as Jasmine lifted up his notebook with the exact words of what they were doing as the crew looked at Jamal with a face, "what? I'm a visual thinker,"

"Don't get your chonies in a twist. Ain't nobody worried about a few dollars," Jasmine said, but saw everybody look away, "it's not a few dollars? Are you guys involved with the Freeridge Savings Heist? Don't tell me, I don't wanna know. What you should know is you don't wanna get involved in that shit. It's marked money,"

"Thanks for the useless info dump, but we need to get back to our crisis," Monse turned to Jamal, Ruby, and Elizabeth, "how are we going to clean the money?"

"Money Bunny, Money Bunny," Jasmine sang as Jamal did the beat on the table, "gotta hop to it fast and get your money,"

"Money Bunny is a shitty company that takes advantage of people who have no other way to get money from one place to another. It's a racket and-" Monse stopped in realization, "a great idea!"

"Yes! Outgoing dinero, incoming clean clams! Minus the three percent fee, scrub-a-dub, bitches!" Jasmine yelled out.

"Ok, I'm not following," Ruby said.

"Ok, say Jamal want to help a certain fashion challenged friend new fits," Jasmine coughed out Monse's name, "Money Bunny takes his hundie and they give Jamal a code. Then Jamal gives the code to monoboob Monse, takes it to the store and, bam! She's got 100 bucks to ditch the sports bra and buy some lace. Underwires your friend, girl," Jasmine booped Monse's nose.

"But wire fraud. That's a felony that carries at least five years," Ruby said

"I'm in," Monse said.

"Me too," Jamal nodded.

"Me three," Elizabeth shrugged, "I just want Cesar to be safe,"

"Do you want this nightmare to stop?" Monse asked Ruby as he nodded, "then we go big or Cesar never goes home,"

Ruby nodded, "I'm in,"

"Damn! You guys are ride or die! But you still gotta be 18 to send and receive the dough, so you guys got some fake IDs? No, no, no. Don't tell me. I'm law enforcement," Jasmine shook her head.

"But you just taught us how to commit wire fraud," Jamal said, confused.

"Because, sometimes, I like to get dirty and straddle things, like the line. I'm a complicated woman, Jamal," Jasmine sat up.

"Which means you probably know how to get a fake ID," Elizabeth smirked.

"No!" Jasmine scoffed, "no way, I don't. But Mona Mardukas has a guy," Jasmine held out her fake ID as everyone smirked.

It was after school and they went to a house that Jasmine guided them to. They knocked on the door and a Hispanic man answered the door as Jamal screamed no as if it was the end of the world.

"You want three IDs?" the man asked.

"I texted you. We need four," Jasmine said.

"I only see three people,"

"Oh, don't act like you don't see me standing here, Chivo!" Jamal scoffed.

"I'm ghosting you," Chivo sang

"Chivo? As in Chivo Chivo?" Elizabeth asked, causing Jamal to hum.

"No. Chivo as in Chivo Ramirez,"

After everyone got their IDs and got home, Elizabeth did all her homework during her electives and was able to get a week off so she had some time to hang out with her friends and Oscar. She unlocked her door to see Oscar inside sitting on the couch so she smiled and sat down next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder, "how was your day?" "It was good, mamita," Oscar grinned, "better now that you're here with me. How was hanging out with your friends?"

"It was good. Didn't really do much except talk and stuff," Elizabeth stood up with her hand out, "c'mon, let's go bake some stuff since I got a week off from both Dwayne's and the taco joint,"

"You did? Good. You need a break," Oscar stood up, kissing her head.

The two were in the kitchen trying to make cookies, but it ended up with a flour fight and music playing as they danced around the kitchen. They didn't hear the door unlock as her mother walked in, pushing her father inside. The parents watched as the two danced with flour all over their hair, face, and clothes, Leticia with tears in her eyes as she saw the pure love between the two and Armando with a look of approval once he saw the look in Oscar's eyes.

The couple saw the parents and jumped away from each other as if they were caught doing something bad. Elizabeth saw the tears coming down her mother's face, "ma? What's wrong?"

Leticia laughed, "nothing, mija, nothing at all,"

Elizabeth looked in concern, but looked around her as well, "oh... we will clean this up right now. Oscar! Start cleaning,"

Oscar looked at Elizabeth weirdly, "you start cleaning too then!"

It was after school the next day and the crew went to get the money in so they could get clean money. Jasmine and Monse went inside a Money Bunny to get the money as Ruby, Jamal, and Elizabeth waited outside. The two girls came out and motioned for the boys and girl to follow so they followed and Monse pulled out the cash. It worked. So now they were on their way back when Prophets rolled up.

"Hey, Monse!" A voice called out, "where is that bitch ass boyfriend of yours at?"

"We already know he ain't at your pops spot no more, so where he at, then?" The Prophet asked then the group chuckled, "yeah, and we already know what's up with you, Ruby and Elizabeth...bang!" The four flinched, "santo killer, though."

Everyone was at home except for Elizabeth and Ruby. Elizabeth went to Oscar's place while Ruby went to Chivo's place. When Elizabeth arrived at Oscar's place, she ran inside and started hyperventilating. Sad Eyes, Rico, and Lorca were there while Oscar was out doing some things for the Santos so they quickly grabbed her and put her on the couch. Elizabeth wouldn't stop until Sad Eyes went up to her and held her cheeks.

"Hermanita, you need to slow your breathing. Follow me," Elizabeth nodded and tried to follow Sad Eyes breathes until she finally calmed down, "now, tell us what happened."

"I-i-i was with my friends and-and-and the P-Prophets rolled up on us and they knew m-my name! They knew me and h-how I got shot and when is this going to end! Guys, I just want all of us out of here and in a place where we don't have to worry about this!" Elizabeth ranted as the door opened and Oscar walked in to see Elizabeth crying.

He dropped everything and kneeled in front of Elizabeth, "hey, hey, babe. What happened? Who did this?"

"I just want everything to stop," Elizabeth let the tears roll down her cheek, "all this violence and everything. I want us out of here. You, Cesar, my friends, Sad Eyes, Rico, Lorca. I just want us out,"

"Ok, ok, ok," Oscar cooed at his lover, "one day we are going to have a house and you're going to be an athletic trainer and I'm going to be doing whatever job that will hire me. We can get one big house with everybody inside, including your ma and pops. One day, we are going to have it all,"

It was the next two weeks and Elizabeth stayed with Oscar those weeks as the two just held each other at night, not knowing what was going to happen the next day. Ruby and Jamal texted her asking where she was at so she just replied that she was with Oscar, but they told her that Monse didn't go to school. Elizabeth went to Monse's house with snacks and things as the two cried after Ruby and Jamal left.

Night fell and she went back to Oscar's place to see him working on his car so she went behind him and wrapped her arms around him. He continued doing what he was doing, but stopped as he heard footsteps so he quickly pulled Elizabeth between him and the car while pointing his gun to see Cesar panting. Elizabeth sighed out a breath of relief and ran to hug the boy that was like a brother to her.

Oscar grimaced while tucking the gun away, "get outta here,"

"I need protection," Cesar said.

"You came to the wrong place," Oscar said, wiping his hands.

"I found Latrelle," Cesar said as Oscar stopped and turned back to his little brother, "I went to go finish the job,"

"And?" Oscar waited.

Cesar looked away, "the gun jammed,"

Oscar turned back to the car, "you're oh for two. Ain't gonna be number three. Go," Oscar said with finality.

"Where?! I have nowhere to go!" Cesar yelled.

"Not my problem," Oscar said.

"Not your problem?" Cesar had tears in his eyes.

"There's nothing I can do for you. It's not just about you anymore. Everyone you care about is in jeopardy if you stay, so leave, and don't come back" Cesar started walking out.

"You know what, Oscar?" Cesar said walking back, "you should've handled this for me. You're not just my big brother. You're my big homie,"

"Shut the hell up," Oscar walked up to Cesar.

"You could've taken out Latrelle, but instead you sent me! You sent me to do it!" Cesar pushed Oscar away.

"Hey! Do you know what the hell you did? How badly you messed up? Hey." Oscar shook Cesar, "you put me in an impossible situation with Cuchillos,"

"Oscar, please," Cesar hugged Oscar tightly, "I don't know what to do,"

Oscar quickly whispered a plan into his ear before pretending like he was going to leave Cesar out to dry, "hey, hey. I love you, mano. But you're done," Oscar fixed Cesar's clothes, "happy birthday," Cesar started leaving, but Oscar started speaking, "you need to do something bigger than the mess you made,"

Cesar walked back, "what?"

"To undo this, you gotta do something bigger to prove yourself,"

"What if I got you fifty grand?" Cesar asked.

Oscar looked confused, "where are you gonna get cash like that?"

"What if he already had it?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm listening," Oscar looked at Cesar.

"Our friends found the RollerWorld money. They washed it, including Elizabeth," Cesar said, "it's clean,"

"RollerWorld? Don't shit me!" Oscar spat, but Cesar and Elizabeth shook their heads, "for real? RollerWorld? Is that why your boy kept asking about Lil Ricky?" Cesar nodded, "damn. Damn! How far are you willing to go?" "I'll do anything," Cesar said.

"Then this is what we're going to do. I'll run the plan through Cuchillos. Without a blessing, there is no point in taking the risk. You gotta be incredibly careful. Your friends have to think that you're going away forever. This protects them and if anything happens to you, they won't know you're dead. Make it look like you're leaving. When it's clear, I'll be there. You make contact with the Prophets and I'll exchange your clean money with the marked bills from the Freeridge Savings Heist,"

It was the next day and the plan was in full motion and Elizabeth was away for most of it because she had a shift at the taco joint until four pm. After her shift, she took her penny board and skated to Oscar's house since Ruby and Jamal were there with Oscar and Cesar. She just walked inside and set her stuff down on the couch, walking to the dining room table and putting a hand on Oscar's shoulder.

"You gave out RollerWorld money to the Prophets!" Jamal yelled.

"No, I gave them the marked bills, from the Freeridge Savings robbery," Oscar put down the lime.

"Oh, thank God," Jamal sighed, "for a second, I thought you gave our money away,"

"Nah, nah. I didn't give your money away. You gave your money away. And now it's mine," Oscar held Elizabeth's hand, giving it a kiss, "hola, bebe. How was work?"

"It was good," Elizabeth kissed his bald head, "nothing exciting,"

"Ruby! Turn me to Jamal," Monse's voice sounded through the phone, "am I hearing this correctly? You used all of our money for nothing? Even my 50k?"

"It wasn't for nothing," Jamal argued, "it was for Cesar, and yes, even your 50k," Jamal mocked Monse.

"Turn me to Spooky," Jamal turned the camera to Cesar, "more, I still can see him," Jamal turned it more to face Elizabeth and Spooky, "Hey, Elizabeth. Anyway, Spooky. I did not sign off on my 50 grand of that gift to you. Can you be decent and give it back?"

"No," Spooky smirked.

"This is bullshit," Monse seethed.

"Look on the bright side. Cesar's alive," Oscar smirked at Cesar.

"Hurray! Turn me to him," Monse said sarcastically.

"No, no," Cesar started, but Oscar already turned the phone to him.

"You might be alive, but you're dead to me," Monse said.

"Monse, I am so-" Monse ended the call, "dead,"

"Spooky, do you really think that giving the Prophets a bunch of marked bills was wise? Once one of their guys gets arrested then they'll know it was you. And by extension, us," Ruby said.

Oscar looked at Ruby, weirdly, "they would never connect it to you," Oscar smirked.

"I still don't understand why you needed to cheat us," Jamal said

"I didn't. I did exactly what you wanted. I saved Cesar," Oscar nodded.

"But you knew you were gonna do that before you took our cash," Jamal said.

"And your point is?"

"Taking our money is unscrupulous," Jamal said.

"How many times do I gotta spell this out for you?" Spooky said, annoyed now, "your money is actually my money. It belongs to the Santos,"

"Oh! You really want to play that game? Well, if we get into logistics, it's really Prophets money that you stole from us!" Jamal yelled.

"Well, actually, it's a bunch of random people's money who paid way too much for a bad concert," Ruby reasoned.

"Shalamar's the shit! These people probably didn't pay enough," Jamal said.

"Relax," Oscar said, "we're not gonna forget you helped us,"

"I don't care about your goodwill! I want my money!" Jamal yelled

"But I cooked for you,"

Elizabeth looked at the table and only saw ceviche, "baby, you only did ceviche," she started laughing, "the juices do all the cooking,"

Once Ruby and Jamal left, Elizabeth walked to the refrigerator and pulled out two beers and an iced tea to bring it out to the dining room. She set the drinks down as she sat on Oscar's lap. Everyone cracked their drinks open and cheersed.

"Hey, thank you," Cesar said.

"It was no problem," Oscar had a small smile.

"I'm not talking about the food," Cesar paused, "I don't say this very often, but I, uh,"

Oscar cut him off, "I know,"

"I'm not made for this life, Oscar," Cesar shook his head, "listen to me, please. When that gun jammed, God gave me a second chance. And I can't ignore it,"

"And?" Oscar said.

"And I never want to be a liability to you ever again," there was a brief silence, "I love you, mano, but I am not a killer,"

The three continued on in silence, eating until Cesar excused himself to sleep. After that day, the next couple days have been spent doing multiple homework assignments, work, and sleeping. It was stressful, but Elizabeth felt fine as she was back into her place once she felt safer to go back and not put her mother in danger.

Monse had told Elizabeth about her going into an all girls boarding school after the year was over and she couldn't be more happier for Monse. Elizabeth wanted to ask her what was going on with her and Cesar, but she knew it wasn't her place to ask so she let it go and decided to let them handle it for themselves. It was night time and Elizabeth was hanging out with Cesar, Oscar, and some Santos as Oscar was telling a story. She stood in front of Oscar with his arm around her shoulder, going across her chest as he smoked a cigarette and drank a beer.

"So she pissed the bed," everybody laughed, "you know what my boy, Angel, does? He piss on the bed too," Elizabeth laughed as she scrunched her nose at the details.

The noise stopped when the group caught sight of Monse so Elizabeth smiled at Monse and mouthed good luck as she nudged Oscar to take everyone inside. "Hey," Oscar said to the boys and all of them except for Cesar walked inside.

After a few moments, Cesar came inside and into his room so Elizabeth stood up from the couch, giving Oscar a kiss on the cheek, before whispering in his ear, "I'm gonna check on him,"

Oscar nodded, continuing with his conversation, as Elizabeth walked to Cesar's room to see him with tears going down his cheeks so she sat down and rubbed his back, "What did she say?"

"She said that she forgave me," Cesar sniffled, "but if I did it even when I loved her then what else would I do,"

Elizabeth nodded, "she makes a good point. Look, Cesar, all I can really say is move on and I know it's easier said than done, but one day you're going to be super happy with a girl that you're going to marry. It can be Monse or it won't be, we don't know, but you can't not live your life," that was when Elizabeth softly smiled at the young boy before leaving the room and continuing with the conversation in the living room with her boyfriend and the Santos.

It was the next day and Cesar and Elizabeth were walking out of school when they met up with Jasmine, Monse, Ruby, and Jamal in the front. "The cash, the drugs, the guns, and illegal ferrets. The place was a scene. It was sick!"

"But why are all the Prophets getting arrested?" Ruby asked.

"Remember the robbery at Freeridge Savings? The guys in the monster masks? Well, that money was marked and we've been tracking any money spent. First, we caught Mr. Gutierrez in his liquor store with the dough. Turns out that money was from a customer. And when those marked bills started popping up all around the town right before the Prophets hood day, we were able to trace it right back to them. So now the Prophets are no mas," Jasmine smiled.

"All of them?" Ruby asked.

"Hell, yeah! We took them all down. The Prophets are Donezel Washington,"

"Holy, shit!"

"Actually, check out this link. It's got the best footages," Jasmine showed the phone to them, showing the Prophets sitting on the curb with Latrelle in handcuffs going to the back of the car.

"Yeah. He's going away for a long time," Jasmine put a hand on Ruby as well as look at Elizabeth, "hey, yo, Esteban! Why no call back? I don't send pictures of my chonies to no phonies!"

Everybody turned to the two people that were shot in the group, "how are you guys feeling?"

"I don't know how to explain it, but it feels surreal. I don't understand the violence and all that because we're not worrying about Cesar's life or anything big," Elizabeth sighed.

"We lost sight of the bigger picture. We should be grateful that we have our friends and family with us," Ruby continued, "it's time to move on,"

"Agreed," Monse said, "I'm leaving Freeridge," the guys turned back, "I'm starting boarding school at the end of summer,"

"Wait! Are you serious?" Cesar asked

"Not talking to you," Monse sighed.

"But you forgave me," Cesar said.

"I changed my mind. Anyway, I finally realized that it doesn't matter if any of you are on Team Monse because I'm on team Monse. And that's all I need so...I'm out," Monse shrugged.

There was a silence until Jamal broke it, "ok,"

"Good luck," Ruby said.

"Hope you have a fun time," Elizabeth grinned.

"Ok? Good luck?" Monse said Elizabeth didn't matter to her since she already knew and has been supportive.

"Yeah, you've left before," Ruby said.

"Writing camp, Brentwood," Jamal listed, "this is schmuck bait, you always come back,"

"Not this time," Monse said, "I'm gone for good. Things just aren't the same around here and I think we've outgrown each other,"

"Ruby, what kind of snacks you got at home?" Jamal asked Ruby, "did your mom get that good spinach dip from Costco?"

"No, better. She got the jalapeno artichoke," Ruby grinned.

"Oh! The extra creamy one that you gotta use the thick chips for?" Elizabeth asked, excited.

"She picked those up too!"

"I'm serious!" Monse said aloud.

"So are we! That dip's bomb," Jamal said.

"Are you even listening to me? I'm really out of here, I'm done with the gangs and bullshit and the nonstop drama that you always get me into," Monse accused.

Ruby stuttered, looking around as if she wasn't talking to them, "we get you into?"

Monse mocked him, "yeah."

"Goodbye," Ruby said.

"Uh, no, no, no," Jamal stopped Ruby, "you shouldn't say goodbye. 'Cause I want to. Buh-bye!" Jamal waved.

Elizabeth laughed at their antics, "boys, stop teasing and let's go,"

"Assholes," Monse muttered.

"Hey, hey, hey. Why don't we all take a breath," Cesar tried to defuse the situation.

"Shut up! No one is talking to you!" Monse said.

"Ok," Cesar backed up, "we'll see you when you get back,"

"Yeah, good luck trying to survive on your own. Without me, you guys are done. There'll be no one to save you," Monse motioned to Cesar.

At that moment, Elizabeth zoned out since she already knew what was going to happen with the whole argument, but when Monse finally started walking away, there was a bag thrown over her head as well as the boys and she was thrown into a van. They were screaming Monse's name until they heard Monse's yell too.The group sat at a table during lunch, discussing how they were going to wash the money, but they weren't able to come up with a solution until Jasmine came into the picture. Monse looked at Jasmien in alert, "what are you doing?"

"Chopping it up and chowing it down with my crew!" Jasmine said, "is it my pits? I just switched to natural deodorant," Jasmine smelled her pits as she sat down, "I knew that shit didn't work,"

"We need a rain check," Ruby said.

"Nothing personal, but it's personal," Monse said.

"What's on the agenda? Cleaning some green?" Jasmine looked at Monse, knowingly.

"How do you know?" Jamal asked as Jasmine lifted up his notebook with the exact words of what they were doing as the crew looked at Jamal with a face, "what? I'm a visual thinker,"

"Don't get your chonies in a twist. Ain't nobody worried about a few dollars," Jasmine said, but saw everybody look away, "it's not a few dollars? Are you guys involved with the Freeridge Savings Heist? Don't tell me, I don't wanna know. What you should know is you don't wanna get involved in that shit. It's marked money,"

"Thanks for the useless info dump, but we need to get back to our crisis," Monse turned to Jamal, Ruby, and Elizabeth, "how are we going to clean the money?"

"Money Bunny, Money Bunny," Jasmine sang as Jamal did the beat on the table, "gotta hop to it fast and get your money,"

"Money Bunny is a shitty company that takes advantage of people who have no other way to get money from one place to another. It's a racket and-" Monse stopped in realization, "a great idea!"

"Yes! Outgoing dinero, incoming clean clams! Minus the three percent fee, scrub-a-dub, bitches!" Jasmine yelled out.

"Ok, I'm not following," Ruby said.

"Ok, say Jamal want to help a certain fashion challenged friend new fits," Jasmine coughed out Monse's name, "Money Bunny takes his hundie and they give Jamal a code. Then Jamal gives the code to monoboob Monse, takes it to the store and, bam! She's got 100 bucks to ditch the sports bra and buy some lace. Underwires your friend, girl," Jasmine booped Monse's nose.

"But wire fraud. That's a felony that carries at least five years," Ruby said

"I'm in," Monse said.

"Me too," Jamal nodded.

"Me three," Elizabeth shrugged, "I just want Cesar to be safe,"

"Do you want this nightmare to stop?" Monse asked Ruby as he nodded, "then we go big or Cesar never goes home,"

Ruby nodded, "I'm in,"

"Damn! You guys are ride or die! But you still gotta be 18 to send and receive the dough, so you guys got some fake IDs? No, no, no. Don't tell me. I'm law enforcement," Jasmine shook her head.

"But you just taught us how to commit wire fraud," Jamal said, confused.

"Because, sometimes, I like to get dirty and straddle things, like the line. I'm a complicated woman, Jamal," Jasmine sat up.

"Which means you probably know how to get a fake ID," Elizabeth smirked.

"No!" Jasmine scoffed, "no way, I don't. But Mona Mardukas has a guy," Jasmine held out her fake ID as everyone smirked.

It was after school and they went to a house that Jasmine guided them to. They knocked on the door and a Hispanic man answered the door as Jamal screamed no as if it was the end of the world.

"You want three IDs?" the man asked.

"I texted you. We need four," Jasmine said.

"I only see three people,"

"Oh, don't act like you don't see me standing here, Chivo!" Jamal scoffed.

"I'm ghosting you," Chivo sang

"Chivo? As in Chivo Chivo?" Elizabeth asked, causing Jamal to hum.

"No. Chivo as in Chivo Ramirez,"

After everyone got their IDs and got home, Elizabeth did all her homework during her electives and was able to get a week off so she had some time to hang out with her friends and Oscar. She unlocked her door to see Oscar inside sitting on the couch so she smiled and sat down next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder, "how was your day?" "It was good, mamita," Oscar grinned, "better now that you're here with me. How was hanging out with your friends?"

"It was good. Didn't really do much except talk and stuff," Elizabeth stood up with her hand out, "c'mon, let's go bake some stuff since I got a week off from both Dwayne's and the taco joint,"

"You did? Good. You need a break," Oscar stood up, kissing her head.

The two were in the kitchen trying to make cookies, but it ended up with a flour fight and music playing as they danced around the kitchen. They didn't hear the door unlock as her mother walked in, pushing her father inside. The parents watched as the two danced with flour all over their hair, face, and clothes, Leticia with tears in her eyes as she saw the pure love between the two and Armando with a look of approval once he saw the look in Oscar's eyes.

The couple saw the parents and jumped away from each other as if they were caught doing something bad. Elizabeth saw the tears coming down her mother's face, "ma? What's wrong?"

Leticia laughed, "nothing, mija, nothing at all,"

Elizabeth looked in concern, but looked around her as well, "oh... we will clean this up right now. Oscar! Start cleaning,"

Oscar looked at Elizabeth weirdly, "you start cleaning too then!"

It was after school the next day and the crew went to get the money in so they could get clean money. Jasmine and Monse went inside a Money Bunny to get the money as Ruby, Jamal, and Elizabeth waited outside. The two girls came out and motioned for the boys and girl to follow so they followed and Monse pulled out the cash. It worked. So now they were on their way back when Prophets rolled up.

"Hey, Monse!" A voice called out, "where is that bitch ass boyfriend of yours at?"

"We already know he ain't at your pops spot no more, so where he at, then?" The Prophet asked then the group chuckled, "yeah, and we already know what's up with you, Ruby and Elizabeth...bang!" The four flinched, "santo killer, though."

Everyone was at home except for Elizabeth and Ruby. Elizabeth went to Oscar's place while Ruby went to Chivo's place. When Elizabeth arrived at Oscar's place, she ran inside and started hyperventilating. Sad Eyes, Rico, and Lorca were there while Oscar was out doing some things for the Santos so they quickly grabbed her and put her on the couch. Elizabeth wouldn't stop until Sad Eyes went up to her and held her cheeks.

"Hermanita, you need to slow your breathing. Follow me," Elizabeth nodded and tried to follow Sad Eyes breathes until she finally calmed down, "now, tell us what happened."

"I-i-i was with my friends and-and-and the P-Prophets rolled up on us and they knew m-my name! They knew me and h-how I got shot and when is this going to end! Guys, I just want all of us out of here and in a place where we don't have to worry about this!" Elizabeth ranted as the door opened and Oscar walked in to see Elizabeth crying.

He dropped everything and kneeled in front of Elizabeth, "hey, hey, babe. What happened? Who did this?"

"I just want everything to stop," Elizabeth let the tears roll down her cheek, "all this violence and everything. I want us out of here. You, Cesar, my friends, Sad Eyes, Rico, Lorca. I just want us out,"

"Ok, ok, ok," Oscar cooed at his lover, "one day we are going to have a house and you're going to be an athletic trainer and I'm going to be doing whatever job that will hire me. We can get one big house with everybody inside, including your ma and pops. One day, we are going to have it all,"

It was the next two weeks and Elizabeth stayed with Oscar those weeks as the two just held each other at night, not knowing what was going to happen the next day. Ruby and Jamal texted her asking where she was at so she just replied that she was with Oscar, but they told her that Monse didn't go to school. Elizabeth went to Monse's house with snacks and things as the two cried after Ruby and Jamal left.

Night fell and she went back to Oscar's place to see him working on his car so she went behind him and wrapped her arms around him. He continued doing what he was doing, but stopped as he heard footsteps so he quickly pulled Elizabeth between him and the car while pointing his gun to see Cesar panting. Elizabeth sighed out a breath of relief and ran to hug the boy that was like a brother to her.

Oscar grimaced while tucking the gun away, "get outta here,"

"I need protection," Cesar said.

"You came to the wrong place," Oscar said, wiping his hands.

"I found Latrelle," Cesar said as Oscar stopped and turned back to his little brother, "I went to go finish the job,"

"And?" Oscar waited.

Cesar looked away, "the gun jammed,"

Oscar turned back to the car, "you're oh for two. Ain't gonna be number three. Go," Oscar said with finality.

"Where?! I have nowhere to go!" Cesar yelled.

"Not my problem," Oscar said.

"Not your problem?" Cesar had tears in his eyes.

"There's nothing I can do for you. It's not just about you anymore. Everyone you care about is in jeopardy if you stay, so leave, and don't come back" Cesar started walking out.

"You know what, Oscar?" Cesar said walking back, "you should've handled this for me. You're not just my big brother. You're my big homie,"

"Shut the hell up," Oscar walked up to Cesar.

"You could've taken out Latrelle, but instead you sent me! You sent me to do it!" Cesar pushed Oscar away.

"Hey! Do you know what the hell you did? How badly you messed up? Hey." Oscar shook Cesar, "you put me in an impossible situation with Cuchillos,"

"Oscar, please," Cesar hugged Oscar tightly, "I don't know what to do,"

Oscar quickly whispered a plan into his ear before pretending like he was going to leave Cesar out to dry, "hey, hey. I love you, mano. But you're done," Oscar fixed Cesar's clothes, "happy birthday," Cesar started leaving, but Oscar started speaking, "you need to do something bigger than the mess you made,"

Cesar walked back, "what?"

"To undo this, you gotta do something bigger to prove yourself,"

"What if I got you fifty grand?" Cesar asked.

Oscar looked confused, "where are you gonna get cash like that?"

"What if he already had it?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm listening," Oscar looked at Cesar.

"Our friends found the RollerWorld money. They washed it, including Elizabeth," Cesar said, "it's clean,"

"RollerWorld? Don't shit me!" Oscar spat, but Cesar and Elizabeth shook their heads, "for real? RollerWorld? Is that why your boy kept asking about Lil Ricky?" Cesar nodded, "damn. Damn! How far are you willing to go?" "I'll do anything," Cesar said.

"Then this is what we're going to do. I'll run the plan through Cuchillos. Without a blessing, there is no point in taking the risk. You gotta be incredibly careful. Your friends have to think that you're going away forever. This protects them and if anything happens to you, they won't know you're dead. Make it look like you're leaving. When it's clear, I'll be there. You make contact with the Prophets and I'll exchange your clean money with the marked bills from the Freeridge Savings Heist,"

It was the next day and the plan was in full motion and Elizabeth was away for most of it because she had a shift at the taco joint until four pm. After her shift, she took her penny board and skated to Oscar's house since Ruby and Jamal were there with Oscar and Cesar. She just walked inside and set her stuff down on the couch, walking to the dining room table and putting a hand on Oscar's shoulder.

"You gave out RollerWorld money to the Prophets!" Jamal yelled.

"No, I gave them the marked bills, from the Freeridge Savings robbery," Oscar put down the lime.

"Oh, thank God," Jamal sighed, "for a second, I thought you gave our money away,"

"Nah, nah. I didn't give your money away. You gave your money away. And now it's mine," Oscar held Elizabeth's hand, giving it a kiss, "hola, bebe. How was work?"

"It was good," Elizabeth kissed his bald head, "nothing exciting,"

"Ruby! Turn me to Jamal," Monse's voice sounded through the phone, "am I hearing this correctly? You used all of our money for nothing? Even my 50k?"

"It wasn't for nothing," Jamal argued, "it was for Cesar, and yes, even your 50k," Jamal mocked Monse.

"Turn me to Spooky," Jamal turned the camera to Cesar, "more, I still can see him," Jamal turned it more to face Elizabeth and Spooky, "Hey, Elizabeth. Anyway, Spooky. I did not sign off on my 50 grand of that gift to you. Can you be decent and give it back?"

"No," Spooky smirked.

"This is bullshit," Monse seethed.

"Look on the bright side. Cesar's alive," Oscar smirked at Cesar.

"Hurray! Turn me to him," Monse said sarcastically.

"No, no," Cesar started, but Oscar already turned the phone to him.

"You might be alive, but you're dead to me," Monse said.

"Monse, I am so-" Monse ended the call, "dead,"

"Spooky, do you really think that giving the Prophets a bunch of marked bills was wise? Once one of their guys gets arrested then they'll know it was you. And by extension, us," Ruby said.

Oscar looked at Ruby, weirdly, "they would never connect it to you," Oscar smirked.

"I still don't understand why you needed to cheat us," Jamal said

"I didn't. I did exactly what you wanted. I saved Cesar," Oscar nodded.

"But you knew you were gonna do that before you took our cash," Jamal said.

"And your point is?"

"Taking our money is unscrupulous," Jamal said.

"How many times do I gotta spell this out for you?" Spooky said, annoyed now, "your money is actually my money. It belongs to the Santos,"

"Oh! You really want to play that game? Well, if we get into logistics, it's really Prophets money that you stole from us!" Jamal yelled.

"Well, actually, it's a bunch of random people's money who paid way too much for a bad concert," Ruby reasoned.

"Shalamar's the shit! These people probably didn't pay enough," Jamal said.

"Relax," Oscar said, "we're not gonna forget you helped us,"

"I don't care about your goodwill! I want my money!" Jamal yelled

"But I cooked for you,"

Elizabeth looked at the table and only saw ceviche, "baby, you only did ceviche," she started laughing, "the juices do all the cooking,"

Once Ruby and Jamal left, Elizabeth walked to the refrigerator and pulled out two beers and an iced tea to bring it out to the dining room. She set the drinks down as she sat on Oscar's lap. Everyone cracked their drinks open and cheersed.

"Hey, thank you," Cesar said.

"It was no problem," Oscar had a small smile.

"I'm not talking about the food," Cesar paused, "I don't say this very often, but I, uh,"

Oscar cut him off, "I know,"

"I'm not made for this life, Oscar," Cesar shook his head, "listen to me, please. When that gun jammed, God gave me a second chance. And I can't ignore it,"

"And?" Oscar said.

"And I never want to be a liability to you ever again," there was a brief silence, "I love you, mano, but I am not a killer,"

The three continued on in silence, eating until Cesar excused himself to sleep. After that day, the next couple days have been spent doing multiple homework assignments, work, and sleeping. It was stressful, but Elizabeth felt fine as she was back into her place once she felt safer to go back and not put her mother in danger.

Monse had told Elizabeth about her going into an all girls boarding school after the year was over and she couldn't be more happier for Monse. Elizabeth wanted to ask her what was going on with her and Cesar, but she knew it wasn't her place to ask so she let it go and decided to let them handle it for themselves. It was night time and Elizabeth was hanging out with Cesar, Oscar, and some Santos as Oscar was telling a story. She stood in front of Oscar with his arm around her shoulder, going across her chest as he smoked a cigarette and drank a beer.

"So she pissed the bed," everybody laughed, "you know what my boy, Angel, does? He piss on the bed too," Elizabeth laughed as she scrunched her nose at the details.

The noise stopped when the group caught sight of Monse so Elizabeth smiled at Monse and mouthed good luck as she nudged Oscar to take everyone inside. "Hey," Oscar said to the boys and all of them except for Cesar walked inside.

After a few moments, Cesar came inside and into his room so Elizabeth stood up from the couch, giving Oscar a kiss on the cheek, before whispering in his ear, "I'm gonna check on him,"

Oscar nodded, continuing with his conversation, as Elizabeth walked to Cesar's room to see him with tears going down his cheeks so she sat down and rubbed his back, "What did she say?"

"She said that she forgave me," Cesar sniffled, "but if I did it even when I loved her then what else would I do,"

Elizabeth nodded, "she makes a good point. Look, Cesar, all I can really say is move on and I know it's easier said than done, but one day you're going to be super happy with a girl that you're going to marry. It can be Monse or it won't be, we don't know, but you can't not live your life," that was when Elizabeth softly smiled at the young boy before leaving the room and continuing with the conversation in the living room with her boyfriend and the Santos.

It was the next day and Cesar and Elizabeth were walking out of school when they met up with Jasmine, Monse, Ruby, and Jamal in the front. "The cash, the drugs, the guns, and illegal ferrets. The place was a scene. It was sick!"

"But why are all the Prophets getting arrested?" Ruby asked.

"Remember the robbery at Freeridge Savings? The guys in the monster masks? Well, that money was marked and we've been tracking any money spent. First, we caught Mr. Gutierrez in his liquor store with the dough. Turns out that money was from a customer. And when those marked bills started popping up all around the town right before the Prophets hood day, we were able to trace it right back to them. So now the Prophets are no mas," Jasmine smiled.

"All of them?" Ruby asked.

"Hell, yeah! We took them all down. The Prophets are Donezel Washington,"

"Holy, shit!"

"Actually, check out this link. It's got the best footages," Jasmine showed the phone to them, showing the Prophets sitting on the curb with Latrelle in handcuffs going to the back of the car.

"Yeah. He's going away for a long time," Jasmine put a hand on Ruby as well as look at Elizabeth, "hey, yo, Esteban! Why no call back? I don't send pictures of my chonies to no phonies!"

Everybody turned to the two people that were shot in the group, "how are you guys feeling?"

"I don't know how to explain it, but it feels surreal. I don't understand the violence and all that because we're not worrying about Cesar's life or anything big," Elizabeth sighed.

"We lost sight of the bigger picture. We should be grateful that we have our friends and family with us," Ruby continued, "it's time to move on,"

"Agreed," Monse said, "I'm leaving Freeridge," the guys turned back, "I'm starting boarding school at the end of summer,"

"Wait! Are you serious?" Cesar asked

"Not talking to you," Monse sighed.

"But you forgave me," Cesar said.

"I changed my mind. Anyway, I finally realized that it doesn't matter if any of you are on Team Monse because I'm on team Monse. And that's all I need so...I'm out," Monse shrugged.

There was a silence until Jamal broke it, "ok,"

"Good luck," Ruby said.

"Hope you have a fun time," Elizabeth grinned.

"Ok? Good luck?" Monse said Elizabeth didn't matter to her since she already knew and has been supportive.

"Yeah, you've left before," Ruby said.

"Writing camp, Brentwood," Jamal listed, "this is schmuck bait, you always come back,"

"Not this time," Monse said, "I'm gone for good. Things just aren't the same around here and I think we've outgrown each other,"

"Ruby, what kind of snacks you got at home?" Jamal asked Ruby, "did your mom get that good spinach dip from Costco?"

"No, better. She got the jalapeno artichoke," Ruby grinned.

"Oh! The extra creamy one that you gotta use the thick chips for?" Elizabeth asked, excited.

"She picked those up too!"

"I'm serious!" Monse said aloud.

"So are we! That dip's bomb," Jamal said.

"Are you even listening to me? I'm really out of here, I'm done with the gangs and bullshit and the nonstop drama that you always get me into," Monse accused.

Ruby stuttered, looking around as if she wasn't talking to them, "we get you into?"

Monse mocked him, "yeah."

"Goodbye," Ruby said.

"Uh, no, no, no," Jamal stopped Ruby, "you shouldn't say goodbye. 'Cause I want to. Buh-bye!" Jamal waved.

Elizabeth laughed at their antics, "boys, stop teasing and let's go,"

"Assholes," Monse muttered.

"Hey, hey, hey. Why don't we all take a breath," Cesar tried to defuse the situation.

"Shut up! No one is talking to you!" Monse said.

"Ok," Cesar backed up, "we'll see you when you get back,"

"Yeah, good luck trying to survive on your own. Without me, you guys are done. There'll be no one to save you," Monse motioned to Cesar.

At that moment, Elizabeth zoned out since she already knew what was going to happen with the whole argument, but when Monse finally started walking away, there was a bag thrown over her head as well as the boys and she was thrown into a van. They were screaming Monse's name until they heard Monse's yell too.

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@pinky369​

[im-a-space-gay]

Friendships DESTROYED

Gay Gamers AU. Also this is mostly unedited because I couldn’t muster up the effort to read over it.

Before Virgil went to Florida

~~~~~

“Hello everybody!” Roman said, running around the lobby. “Prince_Of_Creativity here, and today I am with the other Gay Gamers, Mor-Pal-Ity, CoolLogic101, and Anxie_Tea&Biscuits—“

“Hi!”

“Salutations.”

“‘Sup.”

“— and my brother and his crew, Duke_Of_DEATH, SneakySnekBoi, Sleepislife and Picartoons, and today we are playing Among Us. Now, I hear Snek is good at explaining things, so would you care to explain the rules?”

“Not at all. Among Us is an online game where there are four to ten players. The crewmate’s goal is to defeat the imposters, either by completing all their tasks or by voting them off. The imposter’s goal is to kill everybody they possibly can and sabotage equipment. There can be up to three imposter’s per game depending on the settings; however there will only be one imposter for this video, then the next will bump it up to two, and finally three.”

“Thank you Snek,” Roman said. “Now, let’s ruin each other’s trust, shall we?”

——

“Oh my god,” Remy groaned as Snek won. “Gurl, you always win when you’re imposter! How did we not guess sooner?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.”

“No joke, if I’m imposter next round, I’m killing you out of spite,” Remy said dead serious, and everyone laughed.

The next round started, and Virgil muted himself like everybody else before evil laughing.

“I’m the imposter! Now, over the course of the game, I have been analyzing everybody’s moves, and have a solid strategy. Nerdy, I know.”

Virgil pretended to do tasks as he explained.

“First, we’ll kill Snek, because most the time he figures out who it is lightning quick, and thanks to Remy, they’ll probably accuse him for killing Snek. So, Snek first, Remus next, and if Remy hasn’t been voted off by then, kill him, and then Emile. I’ll save the other Gay Gamers last because they have been quick to defend me the last few rounds when I was in fishy situations, and knowing them they’ll tear each other apart from the inside accusing each other. Then I’ll kill Patton, then Logan, and I’m home free.”

Virgil was quick to spin in a circle with Snek, a nonverbal way to pack together with trust before they walked away from everybody else.

“Of course, there will be other things screwing up my master plan, but oh well. It’ll end with me winning or losing, and I’m perfectly fine with either.”

They entered electrical, and Virgil killed Snek before venting to the other side of the map, where once he left the room he saw Patton and Logan together and stuck with them so he had an alibi.

A couple minutes went by before somebody found Snek’s body. Surprisingly, Remus found it and immediately shouted:

“REMY YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

“Wait wait wait babes I didn’t do it!”

“UH HUH. THEN WHY DID I FIND MY BEST FRIEND’S BODY IN ELECTRICAL OF ALL PLACES?! AND YOU THREATENED HIM LAST ROUND!”

“Okay, let’s think about how I’m not the only meme-y one—“

“I don’t know Remy that seems awfully suspicious,” Roman said accusingly.

“Dude, what about Anx—“

“HE WOULD NEVER!” Both Patton and Logan said loudly.

“Besides, he’s been with us for a while now,” Logan said, and Virgil smirked.

“Yeah Remy, I’m starting to think it might be you,” Emile said, Virgil smiling more.

“What’s Anx’s opinion?” Roman asked, and Virgil thanked his years in voice acting.

“Well, Remy does seem suspicious, but honestly we don’t have enough information for me to feel comfortable outright accusing him at this point.”

“I agree with Anxie,” Patton said, voting. “Let’s just skip this one until we have more evidence.”

They all agreed and Virgil tried not to laugh even if he was now muted, following Logan and Patton again. When there was an intersection, Virgil turned off the lights, knowing they’d be essentially useless when turning the lights back on.

He split from Logan and Patton, hoping they wouldn’t notice as he looked for Remus. It was easy enough to find him, snapping his neck before venting away. By the time he was able to kill again, he saw Remy trying to swipe his card and killed him as well before venting.

Virgil snickered. He could see it now; Remy yelling in the call for dead people while Snek laughed, Remus probably saying something crude. Remy probably going like “I told you so” as he followed Virgil, cussing loudly.

He walked around, killing Emile once he found them and actually managing to find Logan and Patton again.

It appeared Roman found a body, as a meeting was called and Patton gasped, probably at all the people dead.

“Okay, that is a LOT more dead people than I remember,” Virgil said, holding down his laughs knowing that the dead people could still hear him.

“So it’s down to us,” Roman said dramatically before continuing. “I think it’s Logan, because Patt is terrible at lying and I feel like we would know if it was Anx.”

“Actually, it’s you,” Logan said in the perfect way of saying Uno Reverse without saying Uno Reverse. “Because us three have been together since before the last time a dead body was found.”

And Virgil had to hold his hand to his mouth so he wouldn’t make any noise because one, they didn’t realize he separated from them, and two, he didn’t think about how that would affect their view of the Roman. Dear lord, he wish he grabbed popcorn.

After them arguing for a bit, Roman was voted off and he really had to not laugh at how the other two reacted.

He unmuted himself once his kill button became an option again, and he killed Logan before evil cackling as the victory screen appeared.

“OH MY GOD,” Roman shouted, as if the truth was surprising to him, which it probably was.

“ANX YOU ABSOLUTE SON OF BITCH,” Remy shouted as well, and Virgil’s evil laugh increased in volume and length as he listened to their reactions.

“You never saw it coming until it was knocking at your door!” He said like a villain once he stopped laughing.

“I gotta hand it to you, that was really awesome,” Snek said, being the calmest of the bunch. “Before you come back into the lobby, can you please explain everything to me; the strat, the outcome, everything!”

“Sure!” Virgil said, and he smirked when they all shut up, wanting to hear it for themselves. “First, I had to kill you, because you are damn good at murder mysteries. It was just really convenient that not only did you go to electrical, but Remy had threatened you last round.”

“Fucking piece of shit,” Remy mumbled.

“Then, act like I normally do, meaning I couldn’t agree that we voted Remy off, I just had to hope it happened. Shut off the lights because we’re useless fixing stuff like that, plus it gave me a chance to sneak away from Logan and Patton without them noticing. Killed Remus because he is way too reckless in voting people off meaning it was unpredictable, and Remy would most likely be voted off because Remus was the one who planted the idea in your heads that Remy was guilty.”

“Fucking. Piece. Of shit.”

“Upon realizing that nobody had found his body or turned the lights back on, I killed Remy when I found him, same method for Emile, and rejoined Logan and Patton and waited till somebody found a body.”

“Fucking simp. Leaving them and my brother alive,” Remus said, and Virgil smirked.

“Actually, it’s the other way around.”

“Huh?”

“Throughout my time of knowing and recording with the other three, I knew that they wouldn’t accuse me unless they had no choice. Therefore, I had to make them the last to go.”

“Genius,” Snek whispered in awe. “Absolute genius.”

“Honestly,” Virgil continued, ignoring the slight heat in his face. “Once somebody found a body I was going to insist to skip the vote, kill Patton, and watch the other two tear each other apart and ‘reluctantly’ side with one of them. I didn’t take into account one thing however.”

“It was just you and those three, meaning Roman was alone,” Snek said, and Virgil nodded even though he knew they wouldn’t see him.

“Yep. It was just too easy to vote Roman off and kill one of the others once I had the chance, winning my first game as imposter.”

“I feel tricked. I feel like a fiddle who’s been played with,” Roman said, utter betrayal in his voice as the other two Gay Gamers agreed. “I do not know if I could ever see or even talk to Anx the same way again.”

“Besides the utter rage I feel,” Remy said, cutting Virgil off from apologizing. “I have to admit that I am proud of little Anxie.”

“Don’t call me that,” Virgil said with utter venom, entering the lobby and running over to the other Gay Gamers. “Only Lo, Ro, and Patty can call me that.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re not as special as them,” Virgil said, smiling as he heard Emile reassure Remy he was special when he became upset.

“I take it back, this is still little innocent Anxie,” Roman said.

“Indeed. Still as harmless as ever.”

“Just a small anxious baby,” Patton finished. Virgil frowned, walking away from the others and to Snek and Remus.

“You’ve been revoked of your title of being special. You’re all evil and heartless.”

“You cannot escape us Anxie,” Roman said like a madman, following Virgil, prompting Virgil to run away, only for Roman, and soon Logan and Patton, to follow.

Virgil turned around at the last second to boop Logan before running away again.

“Tag, you’re it!”

“Oh, it is on.”

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#5

I’m gonna give all haters of me a sincere and warm welcome to my blog. Welcome to my tumblr blog, make yourself at home! I’m Aristris and I’ll be looking after you all like a polite host. Ily all 💝

48 notes • Posted 2021-02-22 04:43:14 GMT

#4

Get A Snack At 4am Roleplay moments part 1/???

48 notes • Posted 2021-04-24 06:54:20 GMT

#3

GASA4 headcanons because I’m hopeless <3

CASHIER

-Probably super duper freaking tired. I mean. They have to stay up past 4am just for your hungry butt

-Trans He/They Enby. Sorry I don’t make the rules

-Closeted gay B)

-Resting b!tch face

-Barely smiles, but when he does, he’s wholesome as f^ck

-Plays rhythm games in his spare time

-And also Undertale but like. He doesn’t tell anyone

-Probably has twitter

DUMMY

-Terrible at keeping secrets. He tries, but most of the time his attempts are in vain

-He/They :)

-Bisexual boye <3

-REALLY good at storytelling and will probably ramble A LOT

-Trusts too easily, dear stars someone help this poor man

-Mistakes statues as real people since they look similar to him

-Probably plays RPG games and constantly talks to the NPCs like as if they can hear him

-Has probably hacked into said RPG games just to enter and talk to the NPCs

KYU

-They/It Agender

-AroAce

-Platonically dating Orby

-Can be forgetful sometimes

-idk why but if Kyu was humanised I’d imagine them with a rly cute bow on their head

-Knows what food is but probably doesn’t understand the concept of it

-Massive fourth-wall breaker, Kyu please stop

ORBY

-They’re actually canonically They/It but I’m still putting it here bc I’m allowed to

-They haven’t figured out their sexuality yet

-Platonically dating Kyu <3

-Mostly non-verbal and shy

-Would put their life in danger for the sake of others

-Finds music really soothing and nice (including heavy metal and such but nobody really questions it anymore)

FATHER FIGURE

-Probably homophobic who knows

-Doesn’t know what a shower is

-Has eaten literally NOTHING but chips in his whole entire life

-Chances are, the only expression he can make is a smile but you can still tell what actual emotion he’s feeling just by looking at him dead in the eyes

-Doesn’t know the difference between a dog and a racoon

-Doesn’t know the difference between any animal tbh but it’s not like he sees them often anyway

GUY FROM THE SEWERS

(idc if they barely get any screen time whatsoever they’re NOT immune to me headcanonning them)

-Raised by rats (probably is one/hj)

-He/She/They Agender

-Has never seen anyone ever in their life

-Doesn’t understand the concept of actually edible food

-“What’s that huge glowing ball in the sky?”

-“And why do my eyes hurt”

-Could be a mutant

I would give HCs ab Player but like. Idk if yalls would like those but eh. If yalls do want it, then throw my inbox into the sewer or something lmao. Enjoy your free headcanons, people

61 notes • Posted 2021-04-29 09:15:51 GMT

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Everybody, my favourite Cashier line

63 notes • Posted 2021-04-18 11:28:03 GMT

#1

Tumblr ate the quality F, but here y’all’s go! Support and validation from your favourite robo boy!! :)

btw, the pride icons on Mino are transmasc, non-binary and demisexual. I hc Mino to be a beep/boop/beepself masc enby! :)

86 notes • Posted 2021-06-02 10:41:16 GMT

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168 Hours - Haz Osterfield (9)

Pairing: Haz x Reader

Haz Osterfield Masterlist ||  Ultimate Masterlist || 168 Hours Masterlist

DISCLAIMER:  *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which your son’s wish comes true and it turns horrible. Now, he has to fix it in 168 hours.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 closes the door and turns around to see Y/N and Harley on the floor on the living room with papers scattered everywhere. He smiles to himself while staring at them. Harrison starts to feel this weird feeling like they look like a family somehow. Harrison shakes the thought out of his head and walks towards them and joins them on the floor.

"So, what's all this?" He asks. He didn't understand them all, but if there's one thing he's sure about, it's all for the wedding. It kind of broke his heart because he's grown to like her since that day in the bookstore. He grabs one of the wedding magazines and flips through it.

"It's for the wedding. You said you'd help so yeah. I need help for the wedding dress." Y/N sighs in frustration. Harrison looks at her and furrows his eyebrows, "Why?"

Y/N looks at him and chuckles, "Because I'm getting married...? It's logical for a bride to wear a wedding dress at her wedding."

"Yeah, I know that." Harrison blushes. "But why do you need help with it?"

Y/N shrugs, "For opinions, I guess."

Harrison nods, "Okay but in my opinion, you shouldn't ask anyone about it. If you feel like a princess in the dress that you pick and if you really like it, anyone else's opinion isn't valid anymore. It's your wedding. Don't let anyone else decide for you or you won't be happy with it."

Y/N blushes and nods, "You know what? You're right. I'll follow what I want. Tom would want that." Harrison's heart drops at the mention of Tom but he didn't let it show.

Harley hears this but he pretends he doesn't. He doesn't want to ruin the moment between his parents despite them not knowing. Instead, he busies himself in flipping through the papers Y/N laid out that showed dresses for the bridesmaids, colors, centerpieces, and other stuff that are sketched.

"What else do you need?" Harley asks. Y/N hums and looks at her list, "Aside from the wedding dress, the centerpieces, I guess. I want it simple but elegant."

Harrison and Harley nods and begin to look through everything. Y/N helps too. They end up with top three centerpieces. Y/N loves all of them but she knows she should only pick one. "This is so difficult." Y/N sighs in frustration. "Let's take a break. Enough wedding planning."

"Are you sure? You only have four days left." Harley says. Y/N looks at him and ruffles up his hair and says, "I'm sure."

The three of them clean up in the living room and sit on the couch. They sit together in comfortable in silence when Harrison breaks it, "Harley can sing."

"Really? Let's hear it Harley!" Y/N says excitedly as he looks at the young boy.

"I don't have my guitar with me, though." Harley says shyly.

"You can do it in acapella." Harrison says. "I know you can. It's just me and Y/N here. Don't be scared." He reassures with a smile. Harley sighs and stands up from the couch and stands in front of them.

"Yay, Harley!!" Y/N cheers and claps.

Harley clears his throat and starts, "Just a small town girl. Livin' in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere."

Harley stops and says, "I'm sorry. I'm just really shy."

"But why? You weren't shy the other day when you say in front of people." Harrison frowns.

"My guitar gives me confidence." Harley confesses. "I'm sorry."

"Just a city boy. Born and raised in South Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere." Y/N sings with a smile.

"I didn't know you could sing!" Harley chuckles and looks at her in awe. Harrison looks at her in awe too.

"Aww, thanks. There's a lot of things you don't know about me." Y/N giggles and looks at Harrison. "Continue it. It's acapella night!"

Harrison chuckles, "Don't tell me I sound terrible, okay?"

"Okay. Now, sing!"

"A singer in a smokey room. The smell of wine and cheap perfume. For a smile they can share the night-" Harrison sings.

Y/N smiles and blends with him, "It goes on and on and on and on."

Harley grins at them and stands on the coffee table and points at them, "Strangers waiting up and down the boulevard. Their shadows searchin' in the night."

Harrison grabs the remote and sings, "Streetlight, people. Livin' just to find emotion." He points at Y/N.

Y/N snickers before continuing, "Hidin' somewhere in the night!"

"You nailed that high note!" Harley grins.

"Thanks!" Y/N giggles.

Harrison crouches down in front of Harley and says, "Hop on!" Harley immediately gets on his shoulders and continues the song, "Workin' hard to get my fill! Everybody wants a thrill! Payin' anything to roll the dice, just one more time."

"Some will win, some will lose." Harrison sings as he looks up at Harley.

"Some where born to sing the blues!" Y/N sings and takes the remote from Harrison. "Oh the movie never ends it goes on and on and on and on."

She starts running around the living room and Harrison chases her, "Hey, that's my makeshift mic! Give it back!"

Y/N runs fast and laughs, "Nope!"

"Get her!" Harley shouts and laughs and holds on to Harrison's hair.

"Careful with my hair, buddy. I don't want to be bald." Harrison jokes and runs around the living room to chase Y/N.

"Don't stop believin'. Hold on to that feelin'. Streetlight, people oh oh oh." Harley continues despite being in a fit of giggles.

"Don't stop believin'. Hold on to that feelin'." Harrison sings perfectly as Y/N stops to catch her breath.

"Streetlight, people, oh oh oh! Don't stop!" Y/N ends the song with a high note. Harley cheers and laughs, "We make a great group! I think we should make acapella night happen all the time. I can almost hear the music."

"Same here." Harrison chuckles and crouches down again so Harley could safely get down from his shoulders.

"You guys should sing some solos." Harley suggests. It's not just any suggestion, though. He has a plan. If he can get both Y/N and Harrison to sing individually, they'll fall in love. Besides, Harley thinks that Y/N and Harrison are slowly starting to have feelings for each other. And the best part? Harley doesn't doubt it one bit.

"I haven't done that in a while, to be honest." Y/N says.

"So does this mean you're not up for it?" Harrison smirks. Y/N looks at him and raises her eyebrow, "Who said I wasn't up for it? Of course I am! In fact, I already have a song."

"You go first, then." Harley giggles and sits on the couch. Harrison sits next to him and nods, "Go for it, Y/N."

"Fine." Y/N smirks. She looks around and sees a vase full of flowers. She immediately gets all of them and she grabs her suitcase and then she walks out the apartment. Harley and Harrison looks at each in confusion but they get surprised when Y/N suddenly opens the door, enters the apartment and sings, "Don't tell me not to live just sit and putter. Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter. Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!"

She closes the door and walks towards them, "Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to. If someone takes a spill it's me," she points to herself using the flowers before pointing to Harrison and Harley, "And not you! Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade?"

"I'll march my band out. I'll beat my drum and if I'm fanned out," Y/N lets go of her suitcase and sits down on the coffee table and looks at Harrison, "Your turn at bat, sir. At least I didn't fake it. Hat, sir. I guess I didn't make it."

Y/N looks at Harley and smiles, "But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection," She walks towards Harley and boops his nose, "a freckle on the nose of life's complexion,"

She quickly turns to Harrison and cups his face and stares into his eyes, "The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye."

She pulls away and sits back down on the coffee table, "I gotta fly once, I gotta try once. Only can die once, right, sir? Ooh, life is juicy. Juicy and you see I gotta have my bite, sir. Get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a comer."

She quickly stands up and stands on the coffee table, "I simply gotta march my heart's a drummer! Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!"

She slowly gets down the coffee table, "I'm gonna live and live now. Get what I want I know how. One roll for the whole show BANG!"

She points at the doorbell, "One throw, that bell will go CLANG! Eye on the target and WHAM! One shot, one gun shot, and BAM!"

She looks at the two boys and smirks, "Hey, Mr. Arnstein. Here I am!"

"She's really good, don't you think?" Harley whispers in Harrison's ear. Harrison just nods, though. He's in too much awe listening and watching Y/N sing her heart out. Harley smiles to himself as he watches Y/N again. His plan was working!

"Get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a comer! I simply gotta march my heart's a drummer! Nobody, no, nobody-" Y/N takes a deep breath for the climax of the song. "Is gonna rain on my parade!!"

Harley and Harrison cheer and clap for her and Y/N bows, "Thank you! Thank you!"

They all laugh. Harley points at her things, "Why did you need flowers and a suitcase?"

"Darling, they're my props! Barbra Streisand did it in 'Funny Girl' and it seemed appropriate." Y/N shrugs and chuckles. "Your turn, Harrison! I wanna see what you come up with."

"Mine doesn't involve flowers and a suitcase. Also, I'll only sing a short part." Harrison chuckles and stands up in front of them. Y/N puts the flowers back and settles her suitcase next to the couch before sitting next to Harley.

"You can start now, Harrison." Harley says with a smile. He forgot what it feels like to hang out with his parents. You know, just the three of them.

"Oh my god. I'm shy. I don't really sing for anyone." Harrison laughs nervously.

"Aww, c'mon. We literally sang together a while ago." Y/N says.

"Yeah but we were a group. I haven't sung on my own unless I'm in the shower, but I'll give it a shot!" Harrison smiles and clears his throat. "I can't fight this feeling any longer and yet I'm still afraid to let it flow. What started out as friendship has grown stronger, I only wish I had the strength to let it show."

Harley's no love expert, but based on the lyrics and how Harrison is looking at Y/N, Harley knows that the song is reflecting how Harrison currently feels. 'Geez, dad really falls in love fast.' Harley thinks to himself.

"And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window on a cold dark winter's night and I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might..." Harrison smiles.

"'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore. I've forgotten what I've started fighting for. Even if I have to crawl upon your floor, come crashing through your door. Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore ooooh." Harrison ends the song and smiles. Harley and Y/N cheer for him. Then Harley yawns.

"Ouch. Was I boring?" Harrison jokes.

Harley shakes his head, "'M just tired, I guess."

"Same here. It's not easy being a performer." Y/N flips her hair as they all laugh.

"Let's get ready for bed, then." Harrison smiles and carries Harley to the room with Y/N following behind them.

All of them take turns in the bathroom to get ready. After that, Harrison tucks Harley in and Y/N leaves him a glass of water on his bedside table. Harley notices this and smiles at the thought of his mom, Y/N.

"What're you smiling about?" Y/N smiles at him. Harley looks at her and shakes his head, "Nothing. I-It's just that my mum does the same thing. Sometimes, she'll leave a glass of milk. She said she does that in case I wake up in the middle of the night because of thirst."

"Really? I do the same thing!" Y/N grins. Harley chuckles and yawns. Y/N looks at Harrison and says, "Someone's sleepy."

"I know right." Harrison chuckles. He glances at Harley who's already asleep. He and Y/N looks at each and they get out of the room.

"So, how are you so good with kids?" Y/N asks Harrison on the way to the kitchen. She prepares a snack for both of them while Harrison prepares the beverages.

Harrison shrugs, "It's natural, I guess. You were great, by the way. Where'd you learn how to sing like that?"

"It's natural, I guess." Y/N smirks.

"What's your job again?" Harrison asks.

"I'm an interior designer." Y/N tells him and hands him a sandwich. "Thanks." Harrison mumbles.

"Why aren't you in theater? You belong there. I mean, based from what I've seen."

"I won't lie, I've thought about it, but I realized that I don't picture myself doing it for years you know? It's just not for everyone." Y/N smiles at him and he smiles back. Both of them subconsciously lean in but they immediately pull back.

"Um, it's getting late." Y/N chuckles nervously.

"Y-Yeah, you're right." Harrison says. "Good night."

Y/N nods and says, "Good night."

-

"Amadis, your watch has been blinking like crazy!" Saint Christopher says as he eats his sandwich.

"Check it." Saint Thomas Aquinas encourages. Amadis sighs and checks his watch and smiles at everything he's reading.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍 𝐘/𝐋/𝐍 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍 𝐘/𝐋/𝐍 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬.

Whatever Harley's doing back in London, it seems to be working and Amadis is absolutely living for it.

* * * *

-not proofread- im sorry sksks but i love this chapter tho

𝐇𝐀𝐙 𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @abrielleholland @silencetheslaves @imeanlifesabitshit @joyleenl @hjoficrecs @myblueleatherbag @poguesholland @harryismysunflower @justanothermarvelmaniac @lonikje @lizzyosterfield @itstaskeen @ilarbu​

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[wheel-of-fish]

By the Numbers: Ben Crawford, Ali Ewoldt, Jay Armstrong Johnson

By the Numbers:  The Ben Crawford/Ali Ewoldt/Jay Armstrong Johnson  Stream, August 22, 2020

[long-awaited submission from Aldebaran; I’m putting it behind a cut]

Oh my gosh, an epic stream deserves an epically long and epically late By the Numbers!  Come with me back in time, all the way back to two weeks ago, which in pandemic days is a month and a half.  Before we were treated to  Giant Ivan and Tiny Tamara in Moscow, there was The Swagger, The Disney Princess and The Bot…

This was a fantastically fun boot to watch as part of a group of enthusiastic Saturday Streamers!  Plusses included an earlier-in-his-run Ben “The Swagger” Crawford as the Phantom, with the spotlight on his booming baritone voice, and Ali “Paris’s Sweetheart” Ewoldt as an enchanting Christine.  And—Jay Armstrong Johnson (we’re pretty sure) as Raoul.  Or some semblance of Raoul.  Something was up with Raoul in this performance and the consensus was there may have been robotics involved. I won’t say more here; the streamers have it covered below and a fantastic set of memes by Onthevirg/faunaproductions caught tons more great moments.   Very very nice filming job by a master who clearly knew the show well and anticipated major moments and character moves in a smooth manner.  Not a bot though.  As far as we know.  And featuring an AIAOY– let’s just say that has to be seen to be believed.    

Some stats on the stats:  An asterisk * indicates a recurring category.  All numbers are accurate except where they are not.  I was tempted last week to resort to making crap up for this recap, but resisted the temptation.  I will occasionally add in a missing letter or two.  If a person’s train of thought is split up, I will ignore intervening commentary and put that thought back on track.  Occasionally, by design or by mischance, a comment or two will be moved slightly out of original chronological order.  Or wildly out of chronological order to cater to a theme.  Or a whim.  Only when it’s funny.  There is also no clean way to say the word “organ” which pops up a lot in this stream. (See what I mean?  It can’t be done.)

*Suggested names for this boot: The Animatronic Boot, The Better Than Cooper Boot, The It’s Alive! Boot, Robot Roll Call Boot (Okay, nobody suggested these.  It was me.  I suggested these)

*Statistician’s Favorite Boot Name:  mechanical hands down, The RaoulBot Boot

*Wow, we like to talk about Phantoms:  It has become clear to me that we like to talk about everybody.  And everything.  Phantoms, Christines, Raouls, Mandalorians.  Here are most of the people mentioned in the stream.  There is no context.  Just like a real stream!!!

John Riddle (9), Gina Beck (8), Ramin (6), Rob Houchen (2), Ethan (1), Eiji (1), Uwe (3), Jordan Craig (2), Sierra (1), Steve Barton (3), David Shannon (2), Norm (14), Earl (1), Cooper (2), Darua (4), Thiago (11), Rachel Barrell (1), Meghan Picerno (2), Cherik (19), Pedro Pascal (1), B*rbour (7), Eva Tavares (4), Ted Keegan (5), Maree Johnson (2), Quentin Oliver Lee (1), Jeremy Hays (1), Ben Jacoby (3), Andrew Keenan Bolger (1), Greg Mills (1), Michael Maliakel (1),  KKA (8),  Jordan Donica (1), Kyle Barisch (8), Andrew Ragone (3), Paul Stanley/Stankey (3), Hannah Gadsby (2)

Residual Stolle Thirst:  Residual Stolle Thirst from the stream a week prior to this one, plus Mr. Stolle’s appearance as Passarino AND the Conductor in this boot resulted in >32 mentions.  There may or may not have been comparisons between his Raoul and this boot’s Raoul.  I certainly wouldn’t put it past us.

Epithets for Ben Crawford:  Ubiquitous mentions of Crawdaddy and The Swagger.  More personalized and clearly personal epithets:  Big Ben—ktarinajones, BENBENBENBEN—whereisthepersian, OH HELLO VOICE—butdreamsofbeauty, my horny bastard and I love him—ktarinajones

Epithets:  reader’s choice as to which Phantom(s) the following apply to (no one in this stream):                                                        Fuckface McGee–therosenpants                                                      Sir Scruffsalot—snows                                                                    Voldemort—Benny-Lynne                                                                  Traschcan–therosentpants

Antici_____pation:

I can’t wait for jay                                                                                I honestly thought they’d slapped a human face on a robot and called it a day—angedelamusique

Let’s all just have fun trying to spy hints of actual emotion in Jay’s Raoul—GlassPrism

Oh there will be memes.  Ben Crawford is a walking meme and there will be a robot on stage—ktarinajones

Oh boy, here we go—GlassPrism

We love a trainwreck:

I love this stream crowd because you all show up for trainwrecks just as enthusiastically as you do for good actors—wheel-of–fish

We love a trainwreck!—butdreamsofbeauty

we’re ready—angelofthelake

trainwrecks are v satisfying—christinegrrl

We’re here with roses, we’re here with rotten fruit, we’re versatile!  A good tirefire is a marshmallow roast–snows

Debut of RaoulBot:  Before the show even began, JAJ’s Raoul had a name:                                                                                       

RaoulBot—ktarinajones at 20:01:33 (historic occasions get timestamps!)                                                                                     

wait they can’t moisten the raoul if he’s a robot, can they?—butdreamsofbeauty

they can oil him—ktarinajones

oil the raoul, perfect—butdreamsofbeauty

He has a silicone exterior—Benny-Lynne

wd-40—wheel-of-fish

How do we know he is waterproof?  Let’s see if he sparks when he hits the Raoul Hole—Aldebaran

Earliest Meme Generation:  Our intrepid memester Virg had material for a meme within 8 minutes 27 seconds of the start of the stream.

Love is in the Air:  There was a lot of love in this stream

Ali Love:  >32

Laird Love:  28

Carlotta Love:  20

Filmer Love: 5

Extreme John Riddle love: 2

when there’s video of John Riddle the filmer can have a kidney if they want—ktarinajones, seconded by christinegrrl

And then there was Jay:

Oh he did a head nod.  Well done.—Bozzleboz

At least Jay doesn’t shoot a policeman—PureAnon

Several head turns in succession there.  Getting ambitious.–Bozzleboz

Illumination!:  Auction Raoul set the tone for the evening to come, and the chandelier seized the moment to shine.

OMG, his jaw moves just like a real person….or a nutcracker—Aldebaran

His batteries are running down.  Maybe they will wire him for the new electricity.—Aldebaran

Robot Raoul is using all the electricity—Aldebaran

That chandelier isn’t rising—Ladyrock18

It’s not rising because they have to unhook the cables that power Raoulbot—DocTy

The chandelier shows more emotions than Jay as Raoul—Maze-zen

Erik made a Raouldoll to add to his collection?—Benny-Lynne

The chandelier shows the full range of human emotions.  That is why it was cast.—haunted-hideaway

The chandelier is more expressive than this Raoul—Carole

The chandelier can actually sing in morse code—DocTy

Meanwhile backstage Raoulbot is recharging in his alcove—Aldebaran

If you listen closely you can hear diesel generators in the background recharging the batteries—DocTy

C’mon guys, he’s solar powered—ktarinajones

is that why he stops working in the dark during AIAOY–christinegrrl

Statistician Aldebaran wonders if she will be able to handle viewing Cherik:

Oh I finally finished the 90’s miniseries!  I have thoughts!—Abberina

Abberina do you have thoughts other than “I hurt, I am in pain”?—snows

@snows the ending was WILD—Abberina

Abberina, I spent the whole day lying and crying after the 90s miniseries, are you allright?—Carole

“Wild”??? How are you still living!  That ending!  Gghh!—snows

Do you need something?  A glass of water?  Therapy?—Carole

My heart hasn’t recovered yet.  And I watched it 4 years ago.–Carole

Christine Who?:  One would think that Christine’s debut in Hannibal would have the streamers’ full attention.  But no.  All eyes were on Raoul in his box.  Or maybe just unpacked from the box he came in.

can it be? can it be a robot?—christinegrrl

can it be chreeeestineeee—butdreamsofbeauty

engage clapping program—Aldebaran

clap beep boop clap clap—angelofthelake

beep boop clapping action beep boop—Jadowdra

EXECUTE EMOTION—missbuster

Stache or cache?:  Once we were beginning to get an idea of the limits of Raoulbot’s programming, we turned our attention to his most character defining feature—the mustache.

omg mustache—MelancholysChild

His mustache is a little full for me.  Oh well.  I guess that’s where he hides his secrets.—haunted-hideaway

wowWWWW—put that boy in a floofy shirt and stick him in the pirates of the caribbean ride at disney, damn—snows

it’s where he hides his processer—therosenpants

haunted he needs something to cry into—ashadeintheshade

That is not a mustache, that is fiber optics—Aldebaran

although he is stiffer than the other robotic pirates—snows

Haunted, his secret is his charger entrance—Carole

You keep your secrets then, Raoul—haunted-hideaway

Autocorrect Follies:

Pinging = Piangi–Bozzleboz

Paul Stankey = Paul Stanley—IamErik771

Ironic Statement is Ironic:

I always forget there’s an elephant–yiks

Cooper finds a role:

[as Buquet appears] oh hey look it’s cooper!—snows                                                                                                                                    finally a role for cooper, buquet all the way—Aldebaran                                                                                                                                ohh wait sorry it’s the other scruffy creepy nasty weirdo—snows

*Best from Onthevirg’s Mom:  “like stolles passarino cooper should always be buquet—it’s a fitting role”

Joseph Buquet job  performance review:

DO YOUR FREAKING JOB BUQUET.  –madamefaust                                                                                                                                I’ll never get over that line “i promise i wasn’t doing my job!!!!!”—butdreamsofbeauty

The Boy Ain’t Right:  Little Lotte made it very apparent that Raoul may have been compromised.

Don’t make fun of him, you guys.  The tiny alien in his head driving his body is doing his best, ok?—haunted-hideaway

li tt le l ott e—tearoses

So….Erik’s looking like an awesome choice right about now…–HerbalPath

Usually i’m r/c  but uh not today—yiks

His hat is just an excuse he’s going to recharge a bit—Carole

That was almost threatening how he said little lotte—Ladyrock18

*Vintage MadameFaust:                                                                   Don’t quote me too much, my knowledge is based on judicious use of Wikipedia;-)

[inspired by Raoul’s Little Lotte performance]                                    CHOCOLATES 

HUMANS LOVE CHOCOLATES                                                                                                                                                                    *Biggest Organ in Paris:  The mirror scene included a thunderous organ accompaniment.  It took me ten minutes to write a non-filthy sentence that conveyed that information while containing the word “organ.”  The Saturday Streamers were fired up!  Except for a certain statistician–

WOAH—therosenpants                                                                    THAT ORGAN—PureAnon                                                                ORGAN—haunted-hideaway                                                              Wow—DocTy                                                                                      ORGAN!—butdreamsofbeauty                                                          did you hear that??????—therosenpants                                          organ—DocTy                                                                                    Orrgannnnn—Xyloghost                                                                    that roused me from Lore Olympus—therosenpants                          ORGAN!—Jawodra                                                                          What’s with the loud organ?—maze-zen                                            organ AWESOME—snows                                                                THE ORGAN WAS PERFECT—whereisthepersian                          I loved it!—MelancholysChild                                                            Is that new? that’s BADASS–snows                                                  Organ <3—Carole                                                                          The organ is loud because Ben is loud—PureAnon                          Erik is playing his pocket organ–Abberina                                        It’s the phantom of the phantom of the opera—wheel-of-fish

Oh God now I have to count Organ mentions (>20) and everyone is going to judge me—Aldebaran

*What scent are the Phantom’s candles:  Previously established in the official “Love That Lair” candle line, in addition to  Vanilla Brown Sugar, Cucumber Melon, Tobacco Spice, Underground Despair, and Hopeless Mist, the newest entry unveiled for this stream was Sepulchral Solitude, a light and airy blend of ennui, nihilism and condensation, perfect for occasional bouts of midnight composing.

*The Phantom’s pillows mentions:  2

obligatory pillow mentions, they are a nice colour scheme–missbuster

Baritone Love Fest:

we! love! a baritone! phantom!—butdreamsofbeauty

Baritones are the best!–PureAnon

Yes!—JacobZ

Yes to baritones.  To whatever they ask.—Aldebaran

baritones are incredible—angelofthelake

I like em big and boomy—Bozzleboz

yes they are—MelancholysChild

The deeper and boomier, the better—PureAnon

*Erik has Skillz:

Okay so Ben just flipped through about six alternate personalities in a single line, and that’s impressive—snows

his voice is like chocolate sauce—Benny-Lynne

His voice is so deep I wanna scuba dive in it—Benny-Lynne

The Swagger at Rest:

Sir must you spread your legs so—snows

snows yes he MUST—ashadeintheshade

nice stance—MelancholysChild

Oo.  Manspreading—Bozzleboz

but like… the good kind–snows                                                       

Sweet Music’s Throne:  Ben’s nascent aggression came out in his organ playing.  The INSTRUMENT!

OMG HIS KNEES This is really funny to me—madamefaust

He is def using his knees a lot—christinegrrl

Oh he’s….trying to play the keyboard—missbuster

He’s putting his back into that organ playing, there—haunted-hideaway

he’s definitely a more aggressive phantom I think—wheel-of-fish

A good squat workout I guess?—christinegrrl

Lift with your knees man—haunted-hideaway

The key to being an organist is all in the lumbar–Jacobz

Ben’s stance remains a source of….let’s call it concern.  Yes, concern:

He’s got good stance—ashadeintheshade

why are his legs SO far apart though—butdreamsofbeauty

because they’re so loooong—missbuster

power stance—MelancholysChild

is he riding an invisible horse?—jadowdra

And, inevitably, boner mentions: 5 (You know who you are.  Good thing, because I was watching Ben.)

The Phantom is pleased to announce:   boner mentions are ummm holding firm

Christine makes questionable choices:

oh she looked down—christinegrrl

she totally looked down and then bolted but let’s be real WHY RUN—snows

Boner-adjacent vocabulary:

Horny and variants (>17)

Lusty (2)

Organ—THE INSTRUMENT!!  (>20)

Christine does not stan a crafty Phantom:

he’s doing so well then he has to bring Barbara into it—Virg’s mom

SEE?  I MADE THIS FOR YOU?

OOPS

THAT DID NOT GO TO PLAN—haunted-hideaway

Strange Ships:  The debut of a long overdue category highlighting all the really random ships that are proposed during a given stream.

Erik/RaoulBot—haunted-hideaway

Andre/Carlotta–????

Barbara/severed Hannibal head—????

Christine/Luigi—ashadeintheshade

Barbara/new and improved sexbot from LND—Onthevirg

RaoulBot/Barbara—DocTy {streamers were split here that Barbara shouldn’t settle versus OTP}

Yes, I know, it’s a great disservice to Barbara but still, maybe they can bond over replacement parts—DocTy

Only in this streams I walk away with either a new favourite actor, a fanfic recommendation and/or a new pairing to ship—Jadowdra

*Education of the Innocent:  Several seminars were held this stream.  First,  a wide ranging and frank discussion of historically accurate ballet rats, pimping and ummm social diseases.  We segued from a dissertation on our own Madame Giry as a probable pimp to the topic of the hierarchy of French Royalty.  These topics heavily featured our resident history buffs therosenpants, angedelamusique, PureAnon and madamefaust, with varying degrees of participation in the pimping and social disease discussions.  Second, a discourse on “the catch” and variations, the catch being allowed in London and not on Broadway due to union rules.  A variant unknown to me, the “half catch” was mentioned.  Third, a sadly eye-opening (for some) discussion of the “horsey dance”:

Look, Norm was directed to do the horsey dance.  Anything is possible on Broadway.—madamefaust

sorry a HORSEY DANCE—butdreamsofbeauty

HORSEY DANCE???—onthevirg

horsey dance…??—angelofthelake

ah yes the ever classic jumping up and galloping horsey dance—madamefaust

It was more of a forceful trot during ‘Order your fine horses’ in Final Lair—madamefaust

faust you can’t just drop that in chat and not explain yikes—butdreamsofbeauty

someone link the gif—andgedelamusique

[fatefully the gif was linked]

thanks, I hate it!—butdreamsofbeauty

OH I thought that was a JOKE, that was REAL?—ashadeintheshade

oh noooo I saw that in like a compilation of funny phantoms and i thought it was a joke oh no—ashadeintheshade

The Horsey Dance claims more victims–Aldebaran

STYDI Sound effects:

[the Phantom collapses]

plorp—wheel-of-fish

plorp—MelancholysChild

Now I want to hear his palms squeak on the ground—madamefaust

I’m Jewish and I don’t approve of this level of ham Curse youuuuu—JacobZ

Prior to Il Muto the organ makes another appearance.  The INSTRUMENT!!!:

Organ boop!—Bozzleboz

Organ again.  Oh God now I said it.—Aldebaran

Aldebaran, you can’t escape the organ.  The Phantom’s organ WILL find you.—PureAnon

this Erik is so extra he took the organist’s place in the orchestra—DocTy

Il Muto Pillow Mentions:  1

Fascinating discussion about which is worse/better, bad actors or boring actors:

It’s the old argument between what’s worse bad or boring—GlassPrism

is it better to burn out or fade away—wheel-of-fish

Is it more fun to watch an Uwe or a Thiago—GlassPrism

Thiago activates my RAGE setting.—madamefaust

AIAOY is never make me watch this again:  Words cannot capture AIAOY.  Nevertheless we tried. Here are selected comments.

EXECUTEEMPATHY2.0—missbuster

Maybe there is a rat driving him by his mustache like in Ratatouille.  Raoultatouille.—missbuster

turn.her.90.degrees—Aldebaran

if she shakes him, I bet we can hear him rattle—DocTy

Raoul.exe has stopped working—christinegrrl

he bluescreened—butdreamsofbeauty

error 404—angelofthelake

can you even play Doom on this Raoul?—Jadowdra

Does he even like her?—madamefaust

He’s just staring into the abyss—angelofthelake

Why did no one tell him that wooing does not involve low-level dread—JacobZ

<10> no more talk of darkness GOTO20—snows

<20> forget these wide eyed fears GOTO30—snows

his wooing program has bugs–Aldebaran

YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN MY ARCH-ENEMY THIAGO–madamefaust

are they actually kissing?—madamefaust

now you must place your face upon her face and remain still—butdreamsofbeauty

this is depressing—virg’s lil sister

It’s more fun to suffer as a group—wheel-of-fish

Prevailing Theory:

The Phantom clearly switched Raoul with a mannequin—Maze-zen

Fondly Remembering Christian Lund during this AIAOY:  4

Fondly Remembering  “the Boop” during this AIAOY: 5

*Requests for AIAOY Kiss replay:  0

Priorities Straight:  Host Fish caller for dog pictures on her blog during the stream, resulting in the following mentions

Dogs (35, may need to be adjusted as one of Flora’s dogs is large enough to count as two), Goats (6), Cats (9), Rabbits (5), Chickens (3) Regular non-Cherik deer (1) Pig (1) Cherik deer (9)            actual human children (1)

The Masquerade, or as some wags had it due to the mannequins on the staircase, the de Chagny family reunion:

Let’s see the robot try to dance—katarinajones

dance.exe—whereisthepersian

dance.exe failed to start—phantomofthebasement

He is going as a robot to the masquerade–Aldebaran

People gonna trip over his charging cable—whereisthepersian

Relief is the wrong emotion to feel when the Red Death arrives:

Why at a costume party is everyone afraid of a costumed man?  How do they know to be scared?  Do they hear the background music?—JacobZ

It’s his authoritative stance—madamefaust

Christine’s reaction maybe?—ktarinajones

I think they’re afraid he’s going to drop another chandelier on them.  Which, valid.—madamefaust

They saw the bead work.  They know who it is.—haunted-hideaway

*Sad comment is sad:  commenting on the ornate bow on the score for Don Juan Triumphant

He wraps it up like the present he never received.—haunted-hideaway

*Fathering Gaze lyric: 1

*That staff tho:    

“I’m going to a graveyard.  I should take my shooty stick with the skull on it!”—haunted-hideaway

We passed the Point of No Return long ago.  From the auction, in fact:

his accent, lol–ashadeintheshade 

Accent—Bozzleboz

itsa me…—Aldebaran

ITSA HIM—madamefaust

I hate you all—wheel-of-fish

And Ben plays videogames backstage.  His inspiration is literally Super Mario.—madamefaust

That was some nice cup stroking—GlassPrism                   

The Raoul Hole holds no dangers for Raoulbot:

Oh no he’s going to rust and shut down in the lake—wheel-of-fish

They spray him down and moisten him before he jumps in, otherwise he’ll just float on top—haunted-hideaway

Raoul’s wifi is down once more:

Is the boat stuck?  Oh, there it goes—madamefaust

The radio signals running Raoul confused the boat—Aldebaran

The organ makes a return in Down Once More:  The INSTRUMENT!!!!:  2

Veil Fluff Mentions: 2

he didn’t fluff the veil—ashadeintheshade

I like the veil fluff–ashadeintheshade

Veil Yeet Mentions: 11

The Kiss.  An actual human kiss, unlike AIAOY:

ohhh he bends into the kiss—Aldebaran

Aw he’s TRYING to figure out how to kiss—Flora-Gray

He done touched a lady.—haunted-hideaway

That was a good kiss—Abberina

Bozzleboz breaks me, as the Phantom approaches hanging Raoul with a candle:

I burn him now, yes?–Bozzleboz

The Phantom breaks us:

oh god.  He just broke me.—Bozzleboz

ohhhh poor angel—Aldebaran

aw erik :(–angeloflake

he’s so resigned:(–Benny-Lynne

we love an exhausted depressed sewer man—butdreamsofbeauty

This Phantom survives just so he can go disassemble Raoul—Aldebaran

Looks Like We Made It:

Time to go plug Raoulbot in for the night—angelofthelake

Performance Comparisons for Raoul/Career Suggestions for Raoul, You Decide:

Nutcracker—Aldebaran

Mannequin Bride—coroaline

Tin Man—christinegrrl, yiks

Edward Scissorhands—GlassPrism

Calculon from Futurama—IamErik771

C3PO—wheel-of-fish

Automaton—ktarinajones

Dalek–missbuster

Cardboard Cutout—haunted-hideaway

Hat Stand–Bozzleboz

*Things I wish I had said:            

Christine in Final Lair:  She has to go put Raoul in a bag of rice but she’ll be back—Benny-Lynne

*Statistician Aldebaran’s two favorite personal quotes:  

little known fact, the red scarf is actually a fanbelt from Raoulbot

19 years on the score, 1 year on the bow

Phew!  See you shortly with the By the Numbers of Moscow from LAST week!!!  Aldebaran

[justcallmefox89]

Truth or Dare Part 6 - Mammon’s Ending

Arianthi has to make an impossible choice and Mammon reveals some long held secrets. 

Written from the perspective of my female OC Arianthi.

NSFW - soft break up sex

TWs - discussion of eating disorders and manipulative relationships.

Mood Playlist: 

LP - When We’re High LP - Lost on You LP - Other People LP - Forever for Now  Hozier - Like Real People Do 

Mammon’s kiss is rough and insistent, nothing like Diavolo’s gentle caresses.  I can feel my lips bruising beneath his as he claims my mouth.  His teeth nip at my lower lip and when I gasp he takes advantage of the opening and flicks his tongue against mine.  It’s like he’s trying to erase every kiss Diavolo has ever given me and replace it with his own.  

I squirm against his hold, trying to break away from him, but his grip on my arms is like a vise.  I twist my head away from his.  “Mammon!” 

He doesn’t seem to hear me as his lips work their way down to my neck and he gives me a sharp bite.

“Mammon let me go!  You’re hurting me!”

With those words it’s like a flip has been switched and Mammon instantly releases me.  We break away from each other, breathing hard.  Mammon stares at me in horror, taking in my swollen lips and the blood beading up on the bite mark he left on me.

“Oh my god.....oh fuck.”  Mammon’s hands are shaking and there are tears falling down his cheeks.  He reaches out towards me hesitantly.  

“Oh fuck, I am so sorry Arianthi......are ya hurt?  Did I hurt ya?”  Mammon’s voice is trembling.  “I hurt ya, oh my god.”  

Mammon is pale and he looks like he’s going to be sick.

Without thinking I quickly step forward into his arms and embrace him tightly.  I rest my head on his chest and rub his back in slow, soothing circles.  “It’s ok baby.  It’s ok.  I’m fine, alright?  I’m just fine, don’t worry.”

Mammon rests his forehead against mine.  A sudden darkness envelopes me as Mammon wraps his wings around us and we’re encased in a warm cocoon.  

“I fucked up didn’t I?”

I don’t reply, I just cup Mammon’s face in my hands, using my thumbs to brush away a few stray tears.  He reaches up and mimics my motions; I didn’t even realize I was crying.

“I’m scared Arianthi,” he admits.  “So damn scared.  I don’t wanna lose ya.  You’re the only person who’s ever really.....”  He hiccups a little as his sobs deepen.  “I don’t know what to do.”

I kiss away his tears slowly, gently, until his breathing slows and his sobs stop.

“Mammon you didn’t fuck up.  But we do need to talk about this.  About everything that has happened and about what you said.”

He nuzzles his face against my hands and nods.  “I know baby.  I know we do.  Let’s talk about everything.  I wanna make this right with ya.”  

My D.D.D. starts buzzing in my pocket.  Mammon unfolds his wings and steps away so I can answer it.  I quickly check the caller I.D.  

“Hey Dia,” I answer.

Mammon flinches away from my easy use of the nickname. 

“Hey princess.  Where are you?  I came up to bed and you were gone.” 

“I’m at the House of Lamentation.”

Silence.

“Hey Dia, can you give me just a second?”

“Sure.  Whatever you need.”

I hold my D.D.D to my shoulder to muffle my conversation and walk over to Mammon.  I touch his cheek gently.

“I need to talk to him for a minute, ok?  Go to your room and I’ll be right up.  We are going to finish this conversation Mammon.”

He eyes me warily.  

“I promise, I’ll come back.  We’re going to talk.”

He nods reluctantly and shuffles out of the kitchen.  I wait until he’s out of sight then I bring my D.D.D. back up to my ear.  

“Dia?”

“What’s up princess?”

“I’m going to be here a little longer.  I need to have a conversation.”  

My stomach clenches with guilt.  The idea of doing anything that has the potential to hurt Diavolo makes me want to vomit.  But I can’t be in a relationship with him if I’m only half in.  He deserves better than that.  He deserves someone who loves him with their whole heart.  I need to figure things out with Mammon so I can decide on my future with Diavolo.

“Of course.  I’m sure your friends have missed you.”

“Can I message you when I’m done so you can come walk me home?”

“Absolutely.  I’ll wait up for your message.”

“Bye Dia.”

“Bye princess.  See you soon.”

I stand in the kitchen for a moment, debating and hesitating.  Then I feel a tug on the silken thread that links Mammon’s heart to mine.  My feet follow the sensation and soon I’m standing in front of Mammon’s door.  

I slip inside his room and quietly shut the door behind me.  Mammon is back in his human form, sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands.  I pad across the carpet and kneel down in front of him, putting a finger under his chin to tip his head up so he can look at me.  I brush some unruly hair out of his eyes and give him a small smile.

His blue eyes are full of shock and surprise.  “Ya came back,” he whispers.

“Of course I did.  I promised you I would.”

“Nobody’s ever come back before.  Not for me.”  Mammon bites down hard on his lower lip, eyes darting away from me.

I take his face in my hands to force him to look at me.  

“I will always come back for you Mammon.  Always.  No matter what has happened or where we are, I will come back to you every single time,” I murmur. 

He leans his forehead against mine and I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm skin and taking a few seconds to compose myself.

When I feel calmer I climb up onto the bed with him and cross my legs, tugging on his arm so he turns to face me.  He adopts a similar pose opposite me and opens his mouth to say something, then hesitates.

“Are ya sure I didn’t hurt ya?”

Unconsciously I rub at the bruises starting to form on my upper arms.  

Mammon watches me and his face falls.  

“I am so, so sorry,” he whispers, looking miserable. 

I take both of his hands in mine.  “It’s just a few bruises Mammon.  I promise I’ll be fine.  And I’m not mad........I just......no more, ok?”

He nods vigorously in agreement.  “I’m so sorry Arianthi.  For that and everything else.”

I gently squeeze his hands.  “Mammon?”

“Hmmm?”

“Did you mean what you said in the kitchen?  About loving me?”  I try to keep the hope out of my voice, not wanting to talk myself into believing something that might not be true.

“Y-yeah.  Yeah I did.”  Mammon is flushed pink to the tips of his ears.  He looks into my eyes and nods firmly.  “I do.  I love ya Arianthi.”  

His voice breaks a little and he bite down on his lip.  “I’ve been in love with ya for so long I don’t remember what it’s like not to love ya.”  

A few tears trail down his cheeks.  

“I don’t ever wanna to go back to that,” he whispers.  “I don’t ever wanna feel that way again......the way my life was before ya were in it.”

“I love you too, Mammon.  So, so much,” I whisper softly.  

I love this dorky, greedy, touch starved, math whiz, tsundere demon more than anything in the world.   

“I know that Diavolo can ........ wait.... what?”  His head snaps up and his blue eyes focus on my face.  

“Say that again,” he demands.

“I love you,” I say with a wide smile.  “I love you Mammon.”

He lunges towards me and presses a sloppy kiss to my lips.  He knocks me over and we cling to each other; me giggling while he drops soft kisses all over my face.  We eventually calm down, laying on our sides and gazing at each other.

“I can’t believe ya really love me,” Mammon says, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger, his voice filled with wonder.

“Well you better start,” I respond, booping his nose.

He grins and nips at my finger as I draw it back from his nose.  Then his face falls; his brow furrows and he chews on his lower lip.

“I’ve missed ya so much,” he whispers.  “I never thought I’d see ya in this room again.”  

He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my palm, thinking for a moment before he starts speaking.  

“Ya scare me,” he finally says.  “Ever since the fall I haven’t ever really met anybody that made me feel like I was worth anything.  My brothers think I’m a scumbag loser.  Everybody treats me like I’m an idiot.” 

“I’m not stupid Arianthi.  I’m really not,” he says, his voice thick with tears.

“I know you’re not Mammon,” I tell him, rubbing his arm comfortingly.  “You’re clever and you’re funny and I’ve never met anyone who is even half as good at math as you are.  Human or demon.”

He swallows hard and keeps going.  “I’m not sayin’ that there weren’t people around, ‘cuz there were.  But they used me..... for money or to get closer to Lucifer or Satan or Asmo.”  

His face flushes red with shame and his jaw clenches. 

“......for sex,” he finally whispers.

Oh Mammon.  My sweet, greedy demon.  

My heart breaks for him, breaks at the raw pain in his voice.

“Then you show up.”  He shakes his head and huffs out a laugh.  “Ya stood up for me.  Nobody ever did that before, not even in the Celestial Realm.  I’ve always been the fuck up.  But ya never treated me like that.  And that was real scary.  I kept waitin’ for ya to walk away, waitin’ for ya to figure out how worthless I was.  Ya never did, and then ya were scary for a bunch of other reasons.”

He gives me a soft smile.  

“I was scared about the end of the exchange, about never seein’ ya again.  I was scared that I wasn’t special to ya the way I thought I was, and thought maybe I was just makin’ it all up in my head.  Then ya kissed me and I was scared because I didn’t know how to make ya mine and I really, really wanted to.”

He leans forwards and gives me the gentlest of kisses.  

“You’re scary as hell baby, because ya keep surprisin’ me.  Ya keep doin’ all these things nobody has ever done for me, and makin’ me feel all these things that I’ve never felt before.  I love the hell out of ya for it though.  Ya make me so fuckin’ happy.”

I hug him tightly, kissing his cheek.  “You make me happy too Mammon.  You have no idea how happy you make me.”

We stay that way for a little while, happy just to cuddle each other.  

“Hey Mammon?”  I finally whisper.

“Mmmm?”

“I need to talk to you about something.”  I pull away from him and sit up.

He sits up too, frowning at me in concern.

“I don’t want there to be any more secrets between us.”  

I chew the inside of my cheek anxiously, debating on how to explain it.  

“I don’t like how my body looks,” I say hesitantly.  “I don’t like how I look specifically because of how much I weigh.  It’s not as bad now, but when I was a teenager it was really bad.  I got help for it a few years ago when I was 20, and I’ve really improved, but I still have my bad moments.”   

Mammon looks worried and confused.  “Baby?

“I would make myself throw up,” I admit quietly.  “Every time after I ate, whenever I got anxious about my weight....... I got into a really vicious cycle of not eating for as long as I possibly could and then throwing whatever I did eat.”

He takes my hand.  “Oh baby.....”  

Realization crosses his face as he puts the puzzle pieces together.  

“So on your birthday after I said those things, when Luke told us you were sick.....” he trails off, looking heartbroken.  He gathers me up in his arms, pulling me onto his lap.  

“Baby, please tell me you didn’t......” he whispers.

“I’m sorry,” I say, not meeting his eyes.

“No.  Don’t ya dare ever apologize for somethin’ like that.”  Mammon hugs me tightly to his chest.  “Have ya done it since then?”

I shake my head.

“Good,” Mammon says.  “I want ya to tell me when ya start feelin’ like that alright?  I’ll get ya help if ya need it.  Whatever it takes to get ya better.” 

I nod.

“Say it.  Promise me.”  He raises his eyebrows at me.

“I promise Mammon.”

“Good girl,” he says, planting a kiss on the top of my head.  

I giggle and nuzzle into his chest.  

“What’s gonna happen now Arianthi?  Are ya finally gonna come home?”  He looks down at me hopefully.

“I want to,” I tell him.  “But only if Lucifer and the others are ok with it.  I said some really messed up things the night I left, and I’ve been ignoring everyone since then.  They might not want me back.”

“Of course they do.  We all miss ya.”  He kisses my cheek.

“Well, I’d like to talk to them first and apologize before I just start moving stuff back into my room.”

“Alright.  What’s gonna happen with Diavolo once ya move back in?”  Mammon asks, looking at me intently.  

I hesitate, trying to organize my thoughts.  The momentary pause is long enough for Mammon to start spiraling.  

“That was stupid.  That was fuckin’ stupid of me to even ask.  Of course you’re not gonna leave Diavolo for me.  He can give ya anything ya could every want.  He’s a goddamn prince and I’m just.......... me,” he whispers softly.  “Just Lucifer’s loser scumbag little brother.”

 I quickly throw my arms around him.  

“Mammon, listen to me.”  I give him a soft kiss.  “None of that is true.  None of it.  I want to be with you.”

“For real?”  He asks, shocked.

“For real, for real,” I reply, smiling.

He grins back at me.  “Holy shit.  I can’t believe it.”

I nuzzle my nose against his.  “Better start believing it mister.  You’re the only demon for me.”

He laughs in delight, holding me close.

“Mammon?”  I eventually whisper.

“Hmmmm?  What’s up baby?”

“I need to leave soon.”

“Nah, you’re stayin’ here with me tonight.”  He smiles and lays back on the mattress, pulling me down with him.

“I need to go back to the castle tonight.”

He scowls at me.  “What?  Why?’’  

He’s feeling greedy, and now he’s getting irritated because he can’t have what he’s greedy for; me.

I hold his hand, rubbing small circles on his palm with my thumb.  “I need to talk to Diavolo.  I have to explain things to him.”

He pulls away from me, frowning.

“I know you don’t like it but I really do need to explain things to him in person.  He’s been so kind to me Mammon, he deserves that much.”  I look into his eyes, begging him to understand.

He sighs then wraps his arms around me.  

“Alright, go on and do what ya need to do.  Tonight he gets ya one last time.  But tomorrow you’re all mine,” he mutters gruffly.  

I hold him close, knowing how much it costs him to do this, and loving him even more for it.  

“I’ll come back in the morning and we’ll talk to Lucifer and the others.  We’ll tell them we’re together and that I want to come back.”

Mammon looks at me uncertainly.  

“I will be back in the morning Mammon.  I promise.”

“Ok,” he finally says, doubt still written all over his face.

He gives me one last kiss and I leave, messaging Diavolo as I walk to the front door.  Diavolo meets me outside a little later, automatically putting an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close to shield me from the chill of the Devildom night air.  

The walk back to the castle is silent, and neither one of us speaks until we’re safely shut into our bedroom.  Diavolo sits in one of the arm chairs, pulling me into his lap.  He nuzzles his head into my neck.

“When are you moving back?”  He finally asks me, voice low and soft.

I rest my cheek on top of his head.  “Tomorrow.”

His arms tighten around me and he lets out an unhappy laugh.  “Is it arrogant of me to say that I thought you wouldn’t go back to him?  That I thought if I just made you happy enough you’d stay?”

“Of course it’s not,” I tell him, holding him close.  “But you deserve someone who can love you with their whole heart Dia.  Not just whatever random broken pieces they have left.”

He gives me a small, sad smile.  “Would it be pathetic to admit I’m willing to accept whatever you’re willing to give me as long as you just stay?”

“Oh Dia, you should never settle for something like that.  You deserve so much more.  You deserve someone who is all in.”  I tear up.  

I hate this.  I hate everything about this.  

We sit quietly until Diavolo asks, “Would it..... would you ever consider being with both of us?”  

I pause, thinking for a moment.  “I can’t Dia.  If things were different, if it was anyone other than Mammon ............ then I think maybe I could.  But I can’t do that with him.  Not now.”

He bites his lip and nods.  

“I’ll have Barbatos pack your things and send them to the House of Lamentation first thing in the morning.”  He pauses, hesitating.  “May I ask you for one last thing princess?”

“Anything.”

“Let me make love to you one last time?”  He asks softly.

I take his hand and lead him over to the bed.  We undress each other slowly, gently worshiping each bit of newly bared skin.  He softly presses me down into the mattress and kisses me, lips and tongue soft and teasing.  I whimper with desire as his calloused hands skim over my body, each touch a loving caress.

He looks into my eyes as he thrusts into me, holding me tight when I arch up against him.  This sex is different from anything else we’ve ever done.  Our sex has been rough, experimental, playful, and everything in between, but this is slow, deliberate, sensual.  Diavolo uses each thrust of his cock to draw out our pleasure, each of his kisses meticulously placed against my skin and lips.  

We cum together, whimpering as we come down from our shared high.  He kisses me one last time then pulls me against his chest, curling his body around mine. 

“I love you,” he whispers.

I bring his hand up to my lips and drop a soft kiss against his knuckles.  His breathing turns slow and steady and I drift off to sleep, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat. 

I wake up before Diavolo, dressing quickly and trying to stay quiet.  

I want to leave before he wakes up.  It will be easier for both of us that way.

I brush his hair back from his forehead, giving him a soft kiss.  

“Bye Dia,” I whisper.

I walk slowly to the House of Lamentation, breathing in the crisp morning air.  I hesitate at the front door, then call Mammon.

“What?”  He mumbles.

“Mammon?  Can you come let me in?  I’m outside.”

“Y-y-yeah, give me just a second.”

Mammon opens the front door less than a minute later, breathing hard and a huge smile on his face.  His hair is messy, eyes still heavy with sleep, and he’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of grey sweats.

He grabs me and picks me up, spinning me around in a circle and laughing.  He sets me down and leans his forehead against mine, blue eyes bright with happiness.  

“Ya came back,” he whispers.  “Ya really came back.”

“I promised you I would.”  

He gives me a long, sweet kiss.  I can feel his smile against my lips as he says, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Mammon.”

“Hello Arianthi.”

Mammon and I spring apart as Lucifer looks at us from the doorway.  He pushes the door open a little wider, crimson eyes studying us intently.

“Why don’t the two of you come inside so we can talk?  I feel like there are a few things I need to be updated on.” 

[master-sass-blast]

The Literal Crack Fic

Whoooo boy, this one’s a doozy.

Summary: You wind up overdosing after falling into a vat of cocaine and inadvertently inhaling too much of it.

The fic makes more sense than the summary, I promise.

Rating: M for accidental drug usage, seizures, drug-induced psychosis and hallucinations, drug overdose, drug withdrawal, cocaine, and hospitalization.

Like I said, this one’s a doozy.

Massive thank you to @leo-writer for proofing this fic for me and making sure my tired brain Englished properly! <3

Taglist: @chromecutie, @marvel-is-perfection, @super-darkcloudstudent, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @starman-thorsus-canos-jock

Also, to anyone who is struggling with drug addiction, who knows someone struggling with drug addiction, or has struggled with drug addiction: you are a beautiful human battling a dangerous and difficult beast. Your beauty and value are not and will never be diminished by the beast or the fight, I promise. <3

I thought it best to find a few resources to help those struggling with drug addiction. Obviously, I’m one person, so I can possibly cover every country. If someone knows the hotline for their country --or thinks of one I didn’t mention for a country I have listed--please include it in a reblog or a comment!

US:

-https://www.samhsa.gov/find-help/national-helpline

-http://drughelpline.org/cocaine-hotline/

UK:

-https://www.nhs.uk/live-well/healthy-body/cocaine-get-help/

Australia:

-https://au.reachout.com/articles/cocaine

-https://adf.org.au/help-support/

You watch, satisfied, as your fiancé hauls off a group of mutant drug runners towards the X-Jet.

Charles had gotten the call a couple weeks ago; a team of mutants was using their abilities to run drugs through New York, and had gotten too dangerous for the regular authorities to handle. The X-Men had been asked to take in the mutants, and Charles had handed off the task of tracking the group’s hideout down to Nate and Wade.

Earlier today, the two had called the other members of the X-Force with the news that they’d found the drug runners. Within fifteen minutes, the X-Jet had been in the air and on its way towards upstate New York.

And, well, everything had gone pretty smoothly from there.

Wade groans as he stretches. “Fuck, I should’ve stretched my hammies more. I’m gonna be sore for like… another two minutes.”

“You’ll forget how you hurt yourself before the two minutes are up,” Ellie snarks.

“Yes, but until they are, I’m gonna be in agony!” Wade gripes. “Dammit! Why do my hamstrings hurt so bad?”

“Ellie, why don’t you and Yukio go help out Piotr,” you say, nodding at the jet. “Wade, Nate, Neena, and I will try to track down the runners’ stash so we can hand it off to the proper authorities.”

“Minus a serious chunk!” Wade adds as he starts skipping towards the warehouse the runners had been holed up in. “Because daddy needs a restock!”

“Absolutely not,” you fire back as you trail after him.

“Since when did you start sounding like Colossus?”

“Since we can’t afford to look like we’re skimming drugs, dorkus. What were they running?”

“Cocaine,” Nathan answers as he stops Wade from fiddling with various lab equipment on set of tables stationed on the far wall of the warehouse. “Decent grade stuff, and a lot of it from the looks of our recon.”

“I’m guessing there isn’t going to be a big sign with flashing neon lights that says ‘we hid our drugs here?’” you quip as you scan the warehouse for any clues about the drug stash’s whereabouts.

Nathan smirks. “Probably not, no.”

“We’ll find it,” Neena says confidently as she pulls out her phone and taps at the screen. “I’m feeling… two minutes and fifty seconds.”

“Still lazy writing,” Wade says as he turns a Bunsen burner on and off until Nate slaps his hand away.

You chuckle, then start walking the perimeter of the warehouse. The flooring’s wooden and somewhat rotted, so you have to watch your step in a couple places.

“Look, I’m not saying I’m an expert!” Wade protests mid-argument with Nate. “I’m just saying I’ve hidden cocaine before, and we should absolutely be looking for a hollowed-out statue of Betty Boop firing a machine gun into Stalin!”

“You’re the only person on the face of the earth who even has that statue.”

“Not true! The artist on Etsy made three.”

You snort and continue walking the perimeter, scanning the floor for any sign of where the drugs might be hidden –hello.

In the far-right corner of the warehouse is an area where a square has been cut through the floor.

You pry it up and peer down in the cavity beneath it –and, sure enough, there’s several slabs of cocaine at the bottom.

You pop up just as Neena’s phone timer goes off. “Over here!”

Neena cheers. “How about that!”

You jump up and down as you cheer with her—

Then shriek as you land on the hidey-hole panel and plummet through the floor.

You land on the slabs of cocaine –which, admittedly, aren’t too shabby for breaking a fall—and send up a veritable mushroom cloud of the drug into the warehouse. You cough, wheeze, and sneeze as you try to fan the coke away from your face.

And then, from the floor above you, comes the most horrified, blood-curdling shriek you’ve heard in your life. There’s a rush of footsteps on the floor, then Wade practically dives in with you because he can’t stop in time. He manages to catch himself on the lip of the floor, repositions himself so he’s laying down on his stomach, partially hanging over the ledge, then hauls you out by your collar, all while screaming “Get out of there! Get out of there! Get out of there!”

You hack and swipe at your face as you plop onto the floor of the warehouse. “Oh, fuck. That’s worse than the time I dropped that ten-pound bag of powdered sugar.”

Wade seems to be too busy having a nervous breakdown to notice your quip, though. “Oh, fuck! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! Fucking monkeys on a stick! Oh, sweet balls have mercy, no!”

“Relax,” you say as you stand and brush yourself off. “I didn’t hit my head; I’m fine.”

“I will not fucking relax!” Wade snaps at you. “I think I fucking shit my pants when you fell down in there, so no! No relaxing! No relaxes ever again! This is the worst possible situation to have ever happened in the history of the universe, including the invention of polyester boxers! Holy shit, Colossus is gonna kill us! He’s gonna kill me!”

“Wade, take a breath,” Neena interjects firmly. “Colossus isn’t going to kill anyone. It was an accident. You didn’t even do anything.”

“He most certainly will if his precious fiancée dies, which is exactly what’s gonna happen to her!”

“Wade, calm down,” Nathan says. “Y/N’s not going to die.”

“Yes, she is, you fucking imbecile!” Wade snarls –and his tone, combined with the fact he’s snapping at Nathan, really settles that he’s being completely serious. “She’s on antidepressants! You can’t mix those with cocaine! Even I don’t mix those with cocaine! Fuck, we need to get her to a hospital. We needed to get her to a hospital five minutes ago! Fuck, why are we still standing here?”

“You’ve been monologuing,” Neena offers.

“Dammit! Not the time! Bad me!” He slaps himself. “Ow!”

“I can just fly myself there,” you say, voice thready with anxiety because you’re starting to get the picture of just how fucked you might be.

“No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.” Wade clasps your shoulders in a way that would’ve been gentle if he hadn’t been death-gripping them due to being so worked up. “No, nobody’s flying anywhere except in the jet. You need to keep your heart rate as slow as possible. Just stay calm. Everybody’s cool, everybody’s fine, this is totally chill, nobody’s shit their pants and nobody’s going to die, except for maybe you –fuck! Where is Piotr?”

“He’s handing off the criminals to the authorities,” Nate supplies, peering out the warehouse door. “They’ve got some kind of court case they need the guys for.”

“Dammit! This is no time for the boy scout act!”

“Come on.” Neena takes your arm and starts walking you towards the door. “We need to at least get her on the jet.”

 ***

 So, as it turns out, cocaine feels pretty fucking great.

You’re borderline vibrating when Piotr all but sprints onto the jet, followed closely by Wade. “Hi, babe!” you chirp, words coming out in rush. “How’re you? Are you good? I’m really good. I’m super buzzy. Are you super buzzy? Did you eat any bees?”

“How did this happen?” Piotr asks as he kneels in front of you, looking you over with a distraught expression.

“She fell through the floor, I swear to Cthulhu,” Wade says as he frantically strips you out of your jacket. “How’s she doing?”

“Temperature and heart rate are elevated, but other than that she’s been okay,” Neena says.

“We need to get her to a hospital,” Wade insists.

“Already called McCoy,” Nathan calls from the cockpit as he goes through the stages of lift off. “He called the hospital that works with the Institute; they’re already waiting for her.”

You press your sweaty forehead against Piotr’s shoulder, relishing in the cool temperature of his armor. “You feel good, baby. Just like your dick does when you fuck me.”

Piotr hugs you gently. “Just stay calm, dorogoy. Focus on breathing.”

“Oh, I can do that. I am so focused right now. I am the most focused I’ve ever been.”

“Very good. Try to stop talking and just focusing on breathing, pozhaluysta.”

“Okay, I’ll try not to talk, even though it’s really easy right now. It’s like I’ve got entire dictionaries in my head all at once, and they’re all pouring words into my brain, and I have to make sure I let the words out so my head doesn’t explode. Wait, am I still talking?”

“How much longer to hospital?” Piotr asks.

“Ten minutes,” Nathan replies from the cockpit.

Piotr shifts so he’s sitting in the seat and holding you in his lap. “Deep breaths, dorogaya moya. Focus on breathing.”

You’re too focused on tracing the ridges on his forearms with your fingers to really do that, but you are staying calm. Honestly, you feel really good. You’re alert, your brain feels like it’s going a billion miles an hour, and you feel really happy.

Granted, you could do without your chest feeling so tight, but you can’t have everything. You cough a little, then go back to tracing Piotr’s arm ridges with your fingers.

“Alright, Y/N.” Neena squats in front of you. “We have to do some tests to see where your cognitive function is at, okay?”

“Okay,” you reply, drawing out the ‘a,’ while you continue to trace Piotr’s arm ridges. Wait, didn’t I just do his wrist?

“Good. Can you tell me your name?”

You let out another burst of coughing before answer. “Y/N M/N L/N.”

“Okay. What’s today’s date?”

“Uh…” You cough again, harder this time, then rattle off the date.

“Good. Can you tell me your date of birth?”

“Uh… uh… oh, it’s—” Before you can answer, you start coughing again, hard and long enough to make you start wheezing.

“Are you okay?” Neena asks as you double over. “Do you need some oxygen?”

You start crying, out of breath and more than a little disoriented. “I can’t breathe. My chest’s too tight, I can’t breathe.”

“Let’s get you some oxygen,” Neena decides, walking away to get a tank and mask.

Piotr rubs your back and helps you stay steady as you keep wheezing. “Try to stay calm. I know you are scared, but we are almost to hospital. Everything will be better soon.”

You weep against his shoulder—

Then suck in a harsh breath when you see your mother standing across the plane’s interior, glaring at you.

“What is it?” Piotr asks when you scream. “Moya lyubov’, what’s wrong?”

“My mom!” you hack out between bouts of coughing and wheezing. “Get her away from me!”

“Myshka… your mother is not here.”

Neena curses up a blue streak as she sets an oxygen canister next to your fiancé. “Wade! Get in here! She’s hallucinating!”

There’s the sounds of general panic and chaos from the cockpit, then Wade bursts into the main area of the jet. “Fuck—”

Everything goes black after that.

 ***

 Beep… beep… beep…

You wish someone would turn your alarm clock off. It’s hard enough to sleep with something stuck to your face, but the continuous beeping in your ear makes it borderline impossible.

Beep… beep… beep…

Maybe it’s one of those alarms that keeps going until you solve some sort of puzzle or something. You tried installing one of those on your phone at one point, but Piotr had to keep solving them to turn the alarm off because you’d sleep through the damn thing anyway, which kind of defeated the purpose of getting a special alarm to begin with.

Beep… beep… beep…

No…

Beep… beep… beep…

No, wait…

Beep… beep… beep…

That’s a pulse monitor.

Aw, shit.

You open your eyes with a slight snort and peer up into blinding whiteness.

You’re in a hospital room. Fucking fantastic.

“Easy, easy,” someone says –it’s Piotr, you recognize his voice even if you can’t see him—while you shield your eyes against the lights. “Hold still. I will turn lights down.”

You relax as the lights dim down to a more respectable level, then start trying to look around for your boyfriend –except you can’t really move; every single movement –even down to the twitch of your fingers—feels like you’re swimming through molasses.

Then there’s the sensation of the bed dipping on your left side, and Piotr’s face appears in your field of vision.

He cups your face gently in his hands, rubbing your cheeks with the utmost delicacy. He’s smiling, but his baby blue eyes are watering with unshed tears. “Privet, myshka. How are you feeling?”

You try to reply, but you can feel the thing on your face somewhat impeding the movement of your face. You try to reach towards it to move it away, but you have all the limb coordination of a newborn giraffe at the moment.

“Careful, careful,” Piotr cautions, taking your hand in his. “Oxygen mask. You were having difficulty breathing.”

Well. That explains that.

“Where… am I?” you rasp as you try to get your bearings.

“Hospital,” Piotr says. “You… you had seizure from cocaine. They had to give you some drugs to calm you down.”

You frown as you try to piece together what he’s saying. “I… can’t remember…”

“It is okay. Doctors said that might happen. Speaking of which—” he picks up the little remote attached to your bed “—I need to call your nurse so she can check on you.”

***

 The full story is such: you inhaled enough cocaine to cause an overdose, and that combined with the interaction between the coke and your meds caused you to experience psychosis before you started seizing. You blacked out when the seizure started, then lost consciousness when you started convulsing. Fortunately, the convulsions only started when you were two minutes away from the hospital. The team there was able to treat you almost immediately –with bendodiazepines, which is a fun word to say—and put you in a room for observations once they were able to stop the effects of the seizure and the overdose.

You don’t remember anything that happened on the jet, and barely anything from the mission itself or the incident in the warehouse –which, all things considered, might be for the best. You’ve got enough traumatic memories to deal with as is.

All in all, you’re tired. Between the mission, the overdose, the seizure, and the drugs they gave you to calm your body down, you feel like you’ve been awake for a week straight. You manage to stay conscious while the nurse checks you over and ascertains your memory recall –average, considering what you went through—but once she leaves, you’re out like a light.

You wake up a couple other times –once to go to the bathroom, once because Piotr sneezes—but otherwise you remain konked out well into the evening, when you wake up to a quiet cacophony of voices in your room.

At first, you almost right it off as having some sort of strange dream or semi-conscious auditory hallucination –except you pick up on that the voices are speaking Russian, and hey!

You open your eyes, and sure enough the rest of the Rasputin family is in your room, greeting Piotr and speaking to him and hushed, worried Russian.

Illyana, unsurprisingly, notices you’re awake first. “Hey.

Piotr’s by your side in an instant, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “Privet, sleepyhead. How are you?”

“Really hungry,” you say, which is punctuated by your stomach gurgling. “Can I eat something?”

He kisses your forehead again before standing. “I will go ask nurse.”

Alexandra takes his spot as he strides out of the room, clasping your hand in hers and rubbing gentle circles on the back of it. “How are you, malen'kaya ptitsa?”

“Drugged as fuck,” you answer with a tiny smile. “I can’t… can’t remember most of what happened.”

“That is what medvezhonok said. He sounded very panicked over the phone.”

“It was pretty bad, apparently,” you say.

Mikhail grunts in agreement. “Uppers and antidepressants do not mix.” He holds up his hands defensively when Alexandra and Nikolai pin him with sharp looks. “Not speaking from experience! Just saying.”

You chuckle tiredly, then refocus on Alexandra. “Why are you guys here? I thought you were in Russia.”

“We were,” Nikolai pipes up. “We get call, then we come.”

You frown as you try to do the math. “But… the flight…”

“We teleport in emergencies,” Alex says with a conspiratorial wink. “Medvezhonok needs us. As do you. We are here to help until you’re back on your feet.”

You smile at them, chest swelling with appreciation and love. “Thank you.”

Alex just shakes her head and pats your hand. “We are family. It’s what we do.”

***

 The doctor on rotation comes in while you’re eating dinner. He checks your chart, asks you and Piotr a few questions about your medical history, then delivers what just might be the worst news of your life.

“I’m going to be here for a week?”

Okay, maybe ‘worst news of your life’ is a touch dramatic, but still.

“It’s standard practice with seizure patients,” he explains. “We need to make sure you’re stable, especially since it’ll take time for the cocaine to leave your system and you’re on antidepressants. Speaking of which, how familiar are you with drug withdrawal?”

You frown. “I mean… I’ve had painkillers after surgeries before.”

He quirks his mouth to one side, then shakes his head. “Not quite what I mean. You might experienced some minor side effects with that, but cocaine withdrawal is an entirely different beast. Even with your advanced constitution, you’re going to be in a world of hurt for a while.”

“What are we looking at?” Piotr asks.

“Well, typically, cocaine crash happens within the first week after taking the dose. Users who crash often go through various psychological side effects –increased anxiety, irritability and depressive symptoms—along with physical ones –chills, impaired coordination, exhaustion, and so on. Weeks one through four usually constitute the withdrawal part of the process. Again, there’s more of the symptoms I just mentioned, but also an uptick in nightmares, muscle and nerve pain, and difficulty concentrating. She’s basically going to need intensive care from her support system during the withdrawal process; there’s a reason why most centers that help people get clean are live-in facilities.”

“But I’ve never even done anything recreational before,” you insist. “I barely even drink.”

“And that’s definitely in your favor. The fact that you don’t have any preexisting habits puts you ahead of the game. But drug withdrawals severely impact brain chemistry,” the doctor explains patiently. “You’re not going to be yourself or think like you usually do. Your brain will be going through a depletion of endorphins, especially dopamine, and it’s going to drive you to possibly do some incredibly risky things to get more.”

“How do we keep her safe?” Piotr asks, expression concerned.

“Close supervision, for one. Making sure she’s comfortable, that she has the assistance she needs, and that she’s not isolated are going to be key. Keeping her closely in touch with her therapist or someone who specializes with helping addicts with be important, too.”

“But I’m not an addict,” you argue.

“You’re not, but specialists have more experience addressing the problems you’ll be facing. The goal is to help you as effectively as possible. Also, make a point to limit any other substances she could have access to –alcohol, prescription drugs, even over the counter stuff. People who do cocaine often try to get another hit by switching over to a different drug, and we don’t want to risk further complications. Do you live with her?”

Piotr nods.

“Good. You need to be in control of her medication until she’s completely recovered. I know it sounds ridiculous,” he adds when you make a noise of protest, “but this is a deathly serious situation. The odds of you overdosing via trying to get another high are exponentially higher right now. This is about keeping you safe.”

“But I don’t need to get another high!” you insist. “I’m fine!”

The doctor sighs and braces his forearms against his knees. “You inhaled a lot of cocaine when you fell into that vat. Between that and the benzodiazepines we gave you to stop the overdose seizure, you’re still high right now. You aren’t feeling any withdrawal symptoms because your body still has a lot of drugs in its system. Believe me, when they do hit, you will feel them and want to do anything to make them stop.” He favors you with a sympathetic smile. “This isn’t about you being a bad person, or an addict, or anything like that. The situation was an accident, and your intentions are good, but cocaine is a serious drug. All of this is for your safety, I promise you.”

You sigh –and reach for Piotr’s hand because all of this is more than a little terrifying—and nod. “Okay. What happens when I go back home?”

“I’ve instructed Dr. McCoy to keep you in observation for another three days, just to make sure your antidepressants are still interacting properly with your system. If all of that goes well, you’ll be free to resume normal life –under supervision, of course.”

You do your best not to pout. It’s for my own safety. “How long do I have to be supervised for?”

“Cocaine stays in the system for a long time. While withdrawal symptoms usually stop around the fourth week, the elimination stage –which is where the drug starts fully leaving your system and the risk of relapsing gets progressively smaller—can take up to five weeks on its own. Given that you have a slight healing factor and that you don’t have any other substance abuse problems, I would wager you might shave a week off of that cumulative total, but not much more than that.”

You grimace. “Ten weeks? I have to be supervised for ten weeks?”

“The supervision can be less restrictive as you progress through the weeks of the elimination phase, but yes, essentially. I’d advise setting rewards and goals for yourself at each milestone to help things progress better. The hospital staff will be providing you with some information about drug withdrawal and treatment before you leave; it should have suggestions for some good milestones to implement.”

You sigh, then look over at Piotr. “Here’s hoping you don’t get sick of me in that time.”

He smiles fondly at you and kisses your cheek. “Never.”

 ***

 Withdrawal hits like a bitch.

You’re cold. Downright freezing. No matter how many blankets you shiver under, you can’t get warm.

The monitor you’re hooked up to, however, says that your temperature is staying at a healthy level, the lying little bitch.

“I swear to Danny Devito that thing is mocking me,” you grumble as you eye the readout of the traitorous device. “There’s no way my temperature’s normal.”

“Give it time, myshka,” Piotr says as he loads up a spoon with more ‘berry blast’ yogurt; your coordination is still completely tanked, so he’s taken to feeding you for the time being like the absolute angel he is. “You will feel better eventually.”

You groan and grudgingly eat more yogurt. “I just want to feel better now.”

“I know, moya lyubov’. I know.”

***

 The anxiety is worse.

Even though you’re still on your anti-depressants –score one to the latent healing factor and overall hardiness mutation there, if you’d had to go off those too you might’ve lost your mind—the crash and slow withdrawals from the coke you’d accidentally taken is enough to put you on a knife blade’s edge. You feel like you’re continually one split second away from a panic attack, no matter how much deep breathing or meditating you do.

Fortunately for you, though, Piotr is a dedicated partner and fiancé who knows just about every trick in the books to help you relax. He has Ellie –who has her license now, which is kind of hard to believe, you swear she just turned sixteen yesterday—bring your favorite movies from the house and generally helps you stay distracted. When you do tip over into a panic attack, he’s right by your side and stays there until you ride it out.

You’re not sure where you’d be without him –here, and in life in general.

 ***

 The exhaustion, however, is what really kills it.

You can’t remember a time where you’ve ever been more tired. Missions, flying out to your uncles, your various escape attempts, flying to the X-Mansion for the first time, escaping kidnapping attempts, that one time you decided to stay awake for three days because Piotr was off on a mission and it sounded like fun and then he came back home to you being borderline delirious and attempting to cook Bagel Bites in the toaster (sorry, Piotr)…

It goes past being just “tired.” You’re exhausted all the way down to your bones, to the point where you can barely move or eat or do anything, and no amount of sleeping makes it better.

Worse still is that Piotr seems determined to keep you on a somewhat normal sleep cycle –which, okay, you need to be on one for the sake of your mental health, but you’re so damn tired that it almost seems pointless.

You sob when he rouses you from yet another nap. “Please,” you beg, “please, baby, I’m so tired, just let me sleep…”

Piotr wipes away your tears and kisses your forehead gently. “I know, moya lyubov’, but it is not good to sleep all day. Besides, it is time to eat.”

“I don’t want to,” you weep. “I just want to sleep, please just let me sleep!”

He hugs you gently, careful not to disrupt the hookup to the heart monitor, and presses his lips to the top of your head. “I know, but you need to take medication. Besides, I brought your favorite.”

You pry your eyes open, sniffling –and sure enough, he’s brought a food container from home stuffed with chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, the works. “Can I sleep after I eat?”

“After a bit. You should try to stay awake for little bit.”

You whimper and try to turn away from him. “No—”

“I know, I know.” He smooths your hair away from your face in a soothing fashion. “And I am so sorry, moya lyubov’, but you know it’s best for you.”

You sniff inelegantly, then turn back towards him and take the box. “Fine. But I’m not sharing my bacon.”

Piotr chuckles and kisses your temple. “Whatever helps you get through it, myshka.”

(You wind up sharing your bacon anyway.)

 ***

 Despite your misery, the week passes quickly enough –which probably has to do with your general disorientation regarding the passage of time, what with your exhaustion and all, which only adds to your suffering.

The Rasputin family takes various turns watching over you and keeping you company while Piotr gets sleep or attends to his duties as an X-Men and general overseeing adult at the Institute. Mikhail and Alexandra teach you the finer points of playing Poker without losing like a scrub, Nikolai tells various stories about growing up in Russia and his kids’ early lives, and Illyana pops in from time to time to just keep you company –more often than not, with Kitty in tow as well.

Ellie even drives Russell and Yukio over and figures out how to hookup her Wii to the TV in your room so the four of you can play. Your skills at Mario Kart are none too improved by your impaired coordination –but, considering you were pretty shit at it to begin with, not too much of your game play is changed overall.

Conspicuously absent, however, are Nate and Wade. You’ve gathered that Wade is still pretty freaked out by the whole thing and is generally avoiding Piotr and his family at all rational –and irrational, because Wade—costs, and that Nate is babysitting him to make sure he doesn’t go on a reign of panic-induced destruction, if the texts he sent to Piotr are to be believed.

Which, honestly, is probably the best thing for Nathan to be doing right now. Wade gets extremely unpredictable when he’s stressed out; having Nate around is basically the only way to ensure he doesn’t attempt to “liberate” the zoo again –or, worse, do something hurt himself.

Either way, after one week of observation, you’re discharged with a few hefty bills, a thick pamphlet of information about recovering from withdrawals and what to look out for, and strict instructions to take it easy and for other adults to keep a close eye on you.

And then you’re taken home and veritably shunted into another hospital bed for another three days of observation.

Honestly, fuck your life.

 ***

 Granted, things could be worse. You’re surrounded by your friends and family, you can afford the bills you’ve accrued from this whole shitshow, you’ve got medical staff used to dealing with the special conditions that come attached with your mutant status, and you don’t have a past addiction to deal with on top of all this.

And gratitude is good, as is perspective, but sometimes suffering is suffering –constantly making sure your attitude is justified is exhausting and nigh impossible.

Plus, you’ve hit a second wave of side effects: freakish nightmares and full body pain! Fantastic!

(To be read as: not fantastic.)

Piotr’s by your side when you wake up with a whimper. “What’s wrong, moya dusha?”

“Nightmare,” you groan, waving your hand dismissively. “Just… weird.” You blink a few times, then peer at him, confused. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Not quite,” he says. “Mikhail will switch off with me soon.” He smoothes your hair back, then kisses your forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit.” You wince, then try to reposition yourself as aches run through your body –not to any particular avail, since the pain seems to run straight through your bones and out the other side.

“Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere.”

He tsks quietly –a habit you’ve learned he picked up from Nikolai—and starts rubbing your hands and forearms.

And it does help you feel better, just a little.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble tiredly.

“For what? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Just… you have to deal with all this. It’s so much. You don’t deserve that.”

“And you don’t deserve to be dealing with withdrawals or any of it. Besides—” he kisses the bridge of your nose “—we are going to be married soon. That means ‘for better or worse, in sickness and health.’”

“I’m pretty sure whoever created those vows didn’t have ‘accidentally falling into a giant vat of cocaine’ in mind when they wrote them,” you mutter.

Piotr snorts, quietly. “Perhaps not, but principle is same. Besides, I love you. This is no burden.”

“There is an objective level of burden here, Piotr. Even if you don’t mind it, you’re still dealing with a lot.”

Piotr goes quiet for a moment, then concedes with a nod and small smile. “Fair enough –but as you said, I do not mind. You are my fiancée and love of my life. I would sacrifice much more for you than what I have to do with this.”

You lean towards him –even though it sends stabs of pain all over your body, but you can’t be assed to care right now—and kiss his shoulder. “Well, here’s hoping you don’t have to.”

***

 Your uncle shows up on the second day of observation at the X-Mansion.

He practically tumbles into the room you’re staying in, hair wet and t-shirt somewhat askew, but otherwise in one piece. “What the fuck happened?”

You stare at him, agape. “What are you doing here? Why are you wet?”

“Alex called me. Said you were in the hospital. I flew out as soon as I finished my most recent mission,” he explains in a rush. “Showered first. I figured you guys would appreciate that.”

“Uh, yeah. Probably.” You frown when you notice him swaying a little on his feet. “When was the last time you slept? Or ate anything?”

“Oh, come on, I’m not that hopeless. It was…” His voice trails off as he starts ticking off numbers on his fingers, which stops shortly after as his face goes blank, which in turn is punctuated by a simultaneous yawn and shockingly loud gurgle from his stomach.

Piotr bites back a snort –Mikhail doesn’t bother—and stands. “I can—”

“Nyet, nyet,” Nikolai interjects as he stands. He says something else in Russian, nodding to you with a smile, kisses Alex on the forehead, then clasps your uncle’s shoulder as he walks out of the room.

“What’d he say?” you ask Piotr as he sits back down in the seat next to your bed.

“Just that I should stay with you.” He lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it.

“Right. Okay.” Your uncle plops haphazardly into a seat provided by Mikhail, scrubs his face with his hands, then gives you a slightly crazed look that you suspect is mostly fueled by exhaustion-induced delirium. “What happened?”

You look at Piotr, then shrug. “Uh… I accidentally fell into a vat of cocaine and overdosed.”

“…What?”

***

 Wade finally shows up three days after Dr. McCoy releases you into Piotr’s –along with his family’s and your uncle’s—care.

Which isn’t to say that he necessarily shows up of his own volition.

“Nate! Put me down you time traveling, infinity scarf wearing, fuck-boi haircut sporting bastard! I’m fucking serious! I’ll chop off my testicles and hide them under your pillow –again!”

“Like you said, wouldn’t be the first time!”

“Nathan Charles Elizabeth Craigory Sam-becca Summers, so fucking help me—”

You and Piotr watch –along with Mikhail, who’s basically on the floor in a fit of hysterical laughter at this point—as Nathan forcibly carries Wade into your room –and, in a moment of predictable and yet somehow unpredictable desperation, Wade tries to brace himself against the doorframe like a dog who doesn’t want to get into the bath and is doing everything they can to avoid getting wet.

“You fucking cheater!” Wade gasps when Nathan uses his telekinesis to force Wade’s arms and legs forward. “You can’t just do that!”

“Can and did, sweetheart.” Nathan grunts as he sets Wade on the floor, facing your bed –which is where you currently are, propped up on a bunch of pillows. “Time to face the music, darling.”

“Absolutely not. Ryan Reynolds couldn’t make me face my emotions, and neither can you.”

“Wade,” Piotr says softly. “Talk to us. What is wrong?”

Wade looks pointedly at the ceiling and groans. “Ugh, why does he have to be so gentle? So caring? He’s like if the Pillsbury Doughboy and modern therapy conventions had a lovechild.”

Mikhail blinks slowly as he tries to process the sentence. “Pills-berry… what?”

You just shake your head at him.

“Wade,” Piotr says, a little more serious this time. “Please. This is serious matter.”

Nathan takes Wade’s hand and squeezes it gently when the other man looks pointedly at the floor. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”

“I fucked up,” Wade says after a moment. “It’s… it’s my fault.”

A mildly pained expression crosses Piotr’s face. “What did you break? Did –Wade, if you had another run in with soap dispensers—”

“No! Although, I do need to refill mine back at home; thanks for reminding me.”

“I refilled our soap dispenser yesterday. With actual soap,” Nathan retorts in the tone of someone who is deeply in love but also deeply annoyed. “And stick to the point, sweetheart.”

Wade fidgets for a moment, then looks to Nate for reassurance, then sighs when the gray-haired man nods. “What happened with Y/N. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have even had her in the warehouse. I know the ins and outs of coke, I know it’s dangerous to people who take antidepressants, I should’ve sent her out with you—”

“Wade,” Piotr says gently, cutting the scarred man off before he can dive too deeply into guilt. “What happened was an accident. I know that, Y/N knows that, we all know that. In fact, if you had not been there, she probably would have been in much worse danger. By all accounts, you helped save her life –so, thank you.”

Wade purses his lips, but manages a small nod before looking at you. “Can I talk to you for a minute? If you’re feeling up to it?”

You nod, then pat Piotr’s shoulder. “I’ll be alright.”

Piotr kisses your forehead, then stands and motions for Mikhail to follow him out –which the eldest Rasputin does without question or complaint.

Nate kisses Wade on the temple, then follows the two brothers into the hall.

You pat an open spot on the bed. “Come sit.”

Wade does, sighing heavily and curling forward so his forehead is resting against your shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” he breathes. “I never wanted anything like this to happen to you.”

“It’s okay,” you murmur, hugging him. “You took good care of me afterwards –and, like Piotr said, it’s not your fault.”

Wade laughs thinly. “Not gonna lie, I was pretty sure he was going to kill me when Nate dragged me over here.”

“Nathan would never let that happen,” you chuckle. “And Piotr wouldn’t do that, either. You drive him a little crazy, but he knows when you’ve instigated something and when you haven’t.”

“I’m always instigating something.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah,” Wade concedes with a sigh. He sits up and gives you a half-hearted smile. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like shit,” you groan. “Withdrawals are a bitch. Cravings, too.”

“Yeah,” Wade says with a chuckle. “Those go away a lot faster when you have a healing factor.”

“Lucky you.” You latch onto his hand. “I didn’t think I’d even get cravings. I’ve never even done drugs before.”

Wade shrugs. “It’s not necessarily about coke; it’s about the dopamine and serotonin. It just becomes a coke thing because of how much gets unleashed on the brain when you take coke.”

“And here you say you aren’t smart,” you tease him.

“I snorted six kilos of cocaine in three minutes after ‘Nessa died,” Wade grumbles. “If that didn’t teach me anything about coke and the brain, nothing would.”

You grimace slightly. “That’s not healthy.”

“Yeah, well, Nathan made me get rid of my stash, so don’t worry. Can’t do anything anymore.”

“That’s probably for the best.”

“Says who?”

“Scientists and doctors everywhere. And also Nathan.”

Wade huffs, though there’s no real anger behind the noise. “Well, I know who I’m listening to.” He pauses, then smiles and checks you gently with his shoulder. “Love you, sis.”

You grin and check him back –well, as much as you can in your state. “Love you, too, bro.”

***

Here are the resources I used when writing this fic:

Cocaine:

-https://www.drugfreeworld.org/drugfacts/cocaine/effects-of-cocaine.html

-https://drugabuse.com/cocaine/effects-use/

-https://drug.addictionblog.org/how-long-does-cocaine-last/

-https://www.therecoveryvillage.com/cocaine-addiction/withdrawal-detox/#gref

-https://www.thefix.com/content/ask-expert-which-street-drugs-dont-mix-antidepressants

-https://www.mind.org.uk/information-support/types-of-mental-health-problems/drugs-recreational-drugs-alcohol/recreational-drugs-medication/#.XTWlDOhKjIU

-https://www.therecoveryvillage.com/cocaine-addiction/cocaine-overdose/#gref

-https://www.mentalhelp.net/substance-abuse/cocaine/overdose/

-https://deserthopetreatment.com/drug-overdose/how-much-cocaine/

Drug-induced seizures:

-https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4767205/

Epilepsy (for general understanding on seizures):

-https://www.epilepsy.com/start-here/about-epilepsy-basics/what-happens-during-seizure

-http://wwwp.medtronic.com/Newsroom/LinkedItemDetails.do?itemId=1160041417054&itemType=fact_sheet&lang=en_IN

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(Just Ride) Part 3

A/N: Hello there lovelies!

I just wanted you to know that this will be the last piece of this series for at least a few weeks, since I have had two ideas for two new fics (one of which is the sequel of “A Little Loss of Innocence”), but I low key also had an idea for an epilogue for this series, so… THIS IS NOT THE LAST YOU HEAR OF BABE PROFESSIONAL BIKER JIM!

Also this is my very first and complete smut, so please… don’t hate me, if you see anything that you actually don’t like please let me know and I shall try to take your advise and make my writing better!

So please don’t forget to tell mey your opinions on it, throught a comment, an ask or a message, I love y’all and I need validation, sorry guys… (but seriously help me and my writing so we can understand if I did something wrong!).

Let me know lovelies!

SUMMARY: Apparently time has come and Jimmy and Mechanic! Reader finds themselves in the most akward situation of all… their first time having sex (yeah I know I am bad with summaries…)

WORDS: 3,5 K

WARNINGS: Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Mommy Kink and Dom And Sub dynamics (I know that this is too soft to be BDSM, or anything related, also because Jimmy Boy makes fun of it in my fic, but I just wanted a nice and sweet first time between those two, as Reader said “there will be time for harder punishments”).

On the third date, thing started to get heated between her and Jimmy, which honestly surprised her.

The biker wasn’t one to wait, both on the circuit and with women, but strangely with her he cherished the sweetest and calmest of gestures, such as a forehead kiss meanwhile they worked on his bike.

He had gotten pretty good at it, enough that she rewarded him multiple times with kisses all over his face, meanwhile he giggled that they needed to be careful.

They needed to keep their relationship a secret, both for the fact that it wouldn’t have looked good on their stable, since she was supposed to work on two bikes, the other own belonging to the other biker of their race team, but she was basically Jimmy’s mechanic, since her and Russel had divided long ago the bikers they would be working on, she still had responsibilities towards the other biker.

(Although he wasn’t as sweet as Jimmy).

And it would have looked extremely unprofessional for her to share a relationship with the person, who drove the bike she fixed, not only because people could argue it wasn’t proper for her to work on his bike, but they could also argue she wasn’t in the right state of mind.

She indeed still felt her heart beat faster whenever a particular dangerous move brought Jimmy closer to the road, but she tried to keep it in behind her sunglasses, just to hug attack Jimmy in his trailer, making him swear not to try anything too dangerous just to impress people in the audience.

“You don’t get it?!” he had mumbled, meanwhile she cuddled to his chest in his bed in the trailer “I only have one person to impress, and that is you”.

“You are such an actor, Mason” she had mumbled, to hide the way that confession had taken, rubbing her in just the right way, ready to either cry or punch him or kiss him passionately, till the neighboring trailers wondered what those screams were for “… you have to impress me, not murder me with an heart attack, understood?”.

He had just kissed her lazily, as an answer, before cuddling with her for the rest of the free hour after the race and before the press conference.

And now they were at their third date, she had had to be the one to ask him to come inside, since Jimmy had actually just tried his best to invite himself implicitly but without saying it out loud, a generous blush on his cheeks and his eyes not meeting hers.

The same position he had assumed when she had told him to get settled on the sofa, meanwhile she poured him something in the kitchen, coming back to Jimmy, shifting uncomfortably on the couch, meanwhile he had his jacket on his pants, covering something she had felt during the make-out session outside her house, when her neighbor had caught them and coughed pointedly.

“Do you think she has recognized us?” had asked Jim, when she had turned around, searching for her keys in her bag “Should we…?”.

“She is convinced I work at the convenience store a few meters from here, and if she doesn’t think I am that, she gets me confused with Tina, the girl on the floor under mine… so you shouldn’t be worried, and even if you were… she is an old lady with a terrible sight”.

This had calmed him down, but he still seemed at unease so she kept her distance when she settled on the sofa, moving the glass of water towards him; she had asked if he had wanted something stronger, but he had just said he needed water to clear his throat.

Somebody could argue that three dates were a little too little for that, but she honestly had never been the conventional girl, alongside the fact that they had only three dates because of the respective troubling timetables.

But in reality, they had spent each moment on the circuit together, when she wasn’t fixing his bike and he wasn’t on the mentioned bike, so they knew so much about themselves and they were pretty confident on the fact that they liked each other.

-Is everything alright, Jimmy? – she mumbled, putting a hand on his shoulder to caress it, calmly and Jim immediately melted under her touch, immediately shifting closer.

-I am just nervous-.

-I promise that if it will make you feel better, I will talk with the old lady…- she promised, but before she could reply anything, Jim had shifted away.

-…it is not about the lady! – he rambled and avoided eye-contact, which got her to be the one to come closer, although she kept her hands to herself (pretty difficult) -… I am just nervous to be with you-.

-You do realize the only different thing from our usual time together is that we don’t have a bike between us…? – she tried to calm him down, totally understanding his nervousness but wanting to make him feel better.

-… it’s just… it’s your house and… - he raised his head to meet her eyes and smiled at her -… I am overthinking everything, right? -.

-No, it’s totally ok to be nervous, and just so you know… we are not going to anything you don’t want to do- and she kissed his forehead, meanwhile he hugged her with an arm, bringing her closer.

-I got very lucky, didn’t I? – he whispered, meanwhile she chuckled and nodded.

-Indeed, Mason, you got very lucky! – this prompted a joking-offended expression from Jim, who kissed her swiftly, a teasing way to get back at her words.

-You know you should have gone with “I got lucky too”.

-No, I shouldn’t, you are a nuisance Jim Mason- she giggled, diving for another little kiss, clearly feeling the nervousness and unease fade away, slowly -… but you are my very cute nuisance-.

-I am not cute- he protested, but she booped his nose to make him aware of the cuteness.

-Yes, you are, my very very cute boy- and she moved to his lap, straddling him, meanwhile she laid a few kisses on his face, getting him to brighten under her ministrations -… my pretty boy-.

-…my very hot mechanic- he shot back, before giggling under her, recaching up to kiss her and he dragged the entire thing out, pushing his tongue in her mouth, ranking it against her teeth, meanwhile she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck.

They were so into it that she started to rock her hips against his hard-on, getting a loud moan from him, whispered right in her mouth, the vibrations caressing her lips, gently.

When they separated from each other, it was her time to be nervous and she stopped Jim, from removing the first item of clothes.

-I have something I need to tell you before we move further- and she stood back, meanwhile he reached out for her arms, keeping her steady and giving her his undivided attention -… I know this might sound strange and you are very free to even tell me that you are uncomfortable, it won’t change nothing going on between us…-

She was straight up babbling and he reached up to kiss her, as she had done a few weeks before, catching her by surprise, before kissing her nose gently.

-No need to be nervous, I trust you with all my heart- he told her to go on with a gentle look.

-I am a very dominant person, not only in the stables but also … in bed- she had discovered this as soon as she had gone out with a boy, finding herself attracted to the possibility to see him crumble behind her, but everybody had just looked at her crazy, so she didn’t expect Jim to throb, practically, under her at the mention of that -… and I would like to…-.

-Wait… are you rehearsing Mr Grey’s discourse to Anastasia from “Fifty Shades of Bullshit”…- she straight up slapped his shoulder hard enough he actually let out a very pained mumble -… THAT HURT! -.

-It was meant to hurt, idiot- she mumbled, but still she moved down his ear and then to his shoulder to kiss the small hurt -… I was trying to be serious-.

-I know, babe- he mumbled, kissing her forehead -… but I had to-.

-That is what I am going to tell you later, when I don’t make you cum- she replied, at his ear level, getting the little moan he let out right into her ear at the mention of what was to come and that gave her the strength to go on, feeling under her how much Jimmy was enjoying the entire thing, grabbing his face between her hands, framing his face -… but I might just let you cum because you are so pretty-.

This got him to hold out a breath.

-… or maybe it will be even a prettier sight to see you roll around asking for mercy, I can’t decide…- she pulled away to tap her chin with a finger, contemplating the proper punishment for the small infraction, holding him tight under her hot core, feeling every inch of him.

She knew it was already a form of torture because he was so close to being in her and still so far away from the warmth.

-Please mommy don’t be too mean- the “mommy” took her extremely by surprise.

The “mommy” joke was an inside thing between her and Jim, and nobody else (she remembered perfectly when a fellow mechanic had tried to use the nickname and Jimmy almost snapped his head off) but she had never believed it would be much more, hiding something… like that… but at least, for her, it was a nice surprise.

-Ehm… maybe I shall go easy on your because it is your first time…- she thought about it, seeing something shine in Jim’s eyes hope, and as soon as she saw it, she retreated from his lap, getting up and away from him, getting him to try to catch her, meanwhile he silently protested with his eyes -… but you are also a tough boy who destroys my bikes each chance he gets, so I shall treat you as one-.

And she turned around, moving to her bedroom.

She might not let him out nicely after what he had just done, but she didn’t want their first time to be only a quick fuck on her sofa, and she turned around to check if he was following her, but he was on the couch still, waiting for her to order him around.

Which she did gladly did.

-Want to stay on the couch and get yourself off, or are you coming with mommy to her room?- this immediately got a rise out of him, who jumped up faster, following her and even entering the room before her as if he was again on the circuit, racing past her with confidence and setting down on her bed, comfortably, which got her to roll her eyes at his childish behavior, although she smiled sweetly, amused by the entire thing.

She joined him pretty quickly, her hand moving to his elegantly crisp shirt, or better to its buttons, opening it for her hand to move just through his skin, which she caressed elegantly, looking at him in the eyes, meanwhile checking his reactions not knowing if what she was doing was right or wrong.

And from the full-blown pupils he got just from her frail touches, he liked it.

When she got him out of the shirt, quickly discarded off the bed, she pushed him down, getting a boyish laugh from him, meanwhile she straddled him, a hand going to his chest to keep him down, before bringing her lips centimeters away from his.

Jim wanted to get up but she quickly held him down:

-Baby boy, don’t move so quickly and without my approval, and maybe I will be nice- and she moved to kiss his neck, pushing marks into his skin, mindful of where his race-suit covered, and where it didn’t, leaving a few marks just to make sure that the umbrella-girls would know he was taken, whenever they puffed his chest out at him.

And then she made her way to the pleasurable treasure trail of little blonde hair, till it brought her where Jimmy wanted her the most, standing at full attention for her and for her welcoming hand, which wrapped tightly around him, using the slick on the head of it, around the hot skin there, before her mouth tasted him, making Jimmy arch on the bed, which prompted a smirk from her.

She laid her head down on his tummy, feeling the muscle under it clench instinctively, looking down at him, who just stared at her between his lashes, annoyed with this treatment, but also attentive at her next gesture.

-You look so cute, Jimmy Boy and taste so good- she mumbled, licking her lips slowly, meanwhile Jimmy just rolled back his eyes, arching again, although she hadn’t touched him-…what do you say? -.

-Thank you…- he mumbled, although he still smirked, a bit too brattily for her, who gave his thigh a pinch -… mommy-.

-Oh, that’s better! – she smiled, jumping up, and moving around, turning her back -… still you are a bit too cocky, so maybe I should leave you like this-.

This got Jim to drop the smirking and he immediately crawled where she was standing, his hands didn’t dare touch her, but he moved closer.

-Please, pretty please don’t leave me like this, mommy- and then he hugged her, placing a kiss on her neck, sweetly and tryingly -…I need you so bad-.

-Just because you have a very big problem between your legs – she mumbled, turning around to meet his blue eyes, big mistake since he actually looked so needy and sweet and she just wanted to kiss him, throwing away all the plans she had made to make him pay for any bike he had ruined…

-… at least you are admitting it’s big- he mumbled, getting a grin from her.

-Keep on talking like this, and I will leave you high and dry-.

-Please don’t, it would be horrible to walk out of this with my tail between my legs, pretty literally-.

After that she threw him down, pushing him against the bed and this time she allowed a kiss, just to stop him from talking, eating up his giggle at her sudden move, and this time when she went down, she stayed there, till the very edge.

She left him unsatisfied when she got up, hair messy because of Jim’s wandering hands (she hadn’t had the heart to tell him not to, there would be more time when it would be far harder) and her cheeks emptying and filling with air, whereas they had held Jim’s manhood, and lips slick with split and precum.

Although he was unsatisfied he didn’t protest, for which he got rewarded with a slick kiss, right on his lips, her tongue swiftly entering his mouth, to let him taste himself, before smearing slick on his lips, in a very messy kiss, almost as much as her hair had become, but he breathed happily into her, thrusting up instinctively into the kiss, making his manhood sweep over her clothed core, the jeans creating a pleasurable friction that he moaned through the touch, till she held his hips down.

-Baby, if you want for this to happen, you better behave- and he nodded quickly, and she separated getting a pained moan from him, but she calmed him down with a  caress his cheeks, before getting his hand to join hers, meanwhile she unbuttoned her blouse, leading it in circles, meeting her skin, tasting the supple one of her breasts, and then moving down to her elegant pants, unbuttoning them, to reveal black underwear matching the bralette she was wearing.

And finally meeting his eyes, she dared to see what he thought of her, naked in front of him and in them  there was an intensity she had never found in anybody else, as if not only he liked what he saw but he gave himself up to her entirely.

She discarded the pants in an angle of the bed, too hot and bothered to care, because if Jim was a mess on edge, she felt so emotional that when she let him enter her as soon as she was on top of him, her hands on his chest, after she had slipped a condom on him, she let out a few tears, not believing she had found someone who loved her so completely and desperately.

And when she started rocking her hips, holding Jim tight under her, but with care not to bruise the skin, immediately their rhythm immediately mixed, with her slow one and his desperate one, fighting her grip till she started to match it, and she spit out a “brat” at the smile she got from allowing his demand (absolutely not because she wanted to speed up, the thing, nooo…).

The need and the tension, immediately building up and she felt herself closer, enough that she almost closed her eyes to ease the feeling, meanwhile Jimmy tried to grasp her, getting himself up, and the movement got her to crack open an eye to reprimand him from trying anything…

But he just got up and kissed a nipple, before, taking it into his mouth, more gently than she had expected and kept this up, meeting her gaze.

And she was gone.

Just a swift touch of her clit, friction and excitement ran through her body and she was gone, gripping at his shoulder with enough force she knew there would be moon-shaped signs on it soon, but most of all, she brought him with her.

He bit straight down on her nipple, hard enough she would have a mark, meanwhile he spilled into the condom, but she felt every throb and twitch.

She didn’t mind it.

And then they held each other for what seemed eternity till the tiredness dropped on both of them and she fell down on him, getting a giggle from him.

She tried to make him exit her, more for his comfort than hers, but he just protested, holding her tightly, meanwhile she calmed him down with a few caresses to his back, meeting his eyes, smiling as brightly as she had never done, getting another tired but happy smile, before he nuzzled her nose, caressing it gently, before plopping down it a kiss, and then another and then another again…

They stayed in that embraced position till it got uncomfortable and then Jimmy allowed her to leave.

She rose up, feeling her release on her thighs, meanwhile she threw the condom in the nearest bin, getting a pained noise from an oversensitive Jim.

She calmed him down telling him what a good boy he was, and he had been, getting up only when she felt him react better, and moving to the bathroom, still feeling his protests but shushing them with the promise that it would take just a minute.

She retrieved a rag, knowing they had to clean up, but also realizing they were both too tired for a shower, so she simply rubbed the towel on him, attentive of his oversensitive skin and Jim thanked her for the coldness of it, which brought him relief.

He then tried to do the same for her, for which she thanked him, kissing his nose, but he was also too tired to do anything, and she just said:

“don’t worry, baby boy, this is a mommy thing, just enjoy it”.

They then moved the party under the covers, where she had moved both of them, hugging him gently, but loosely enough not to make him feel constricted, but he was the one who tightened the grip, facing her, and moving to the crook of her neck, nestling there.

-You are so much better than Mr Grey- he mumbled, making her laugh, in the blackness of the room.

-You have such a way with words, Jimmy Boy- she replied, cuddling him closer, and again drawing circles on his back.

-… what I was trying to say is that, it was beautiful and I wanted to thank you for that- he phrased it better.

-You never have to say “thank you” for that, Jimmy Boy, but it is nice to know that you have some manners- she sweetly linked their hands under the covers.

-…I only reserve the best for you, mommy-.

-And mommy loves her pretty boy- she replied, knowing perfectly she had just said the “l-word” but maybe Jim was already gone to sleep, since he had closed his eyes, tired.

-Love you too, my very hot mechanic-.

She smirked meanwhile she closed her eyes too…

Apparently this had got much better than just a ride.

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Persona 5 Sentence Starters

Out of context, some of these can be pretty NSFWish... Then again, in context some of them are NSFW. You have been warned

"You are a slave. Want emancipation?"

"Ravage them!"

"Show me your true form!"

"I'll reveal your true form!"

"For real?!"

"No… that’s what you are. All you think about is using people. You’re the real scumbag”

"Stop lookin’ down on me, with that stupid smile on your face!"

"What’s this? Your cryin’ face is not cute."

"It's tough playing dead..."

"Well, everybody wears a mask deep within their heart."

"At the very least, I’m more admirable than some carnal blonde monkey!"

“I am thou“

“Thou art I”

"You made me wait quite a while.”

“The world is filled with both beauty and vice.”

“The forbidden wisdom has been revealed.”

“If you're listening, then answer me!"

“"Dude, you can't mess with [name]'s b*tch”

“ I'm NOT a cat!“

“This place really is an oasis right in the middle of the city.”

“I can feel the tree’s energy!”

“Cutting down the enemy as they approach... Ah, what a thrill!”

“There you are, inmate!”

“This look and this whip... I just can’t get used to it.”

“I expect great things from you guys”

“Show them your inner man.”

“Knocked ‘em right off their feet!”

“I kinda like using whips...”

“The lines of what is right and wrong in society today have been blurred.”

“Please take care of me.”

“Let us beat that rubbish mentality into submission.”

“Let us beat that rubbish mentality into submission.”

“Do I have to be the bait...?”

“Whoooaaa! Looking cool [name]!”

“Nice to mee-ow-t you.”

“But I’ve made my peace with that.”

“You’re really pushing your luck, you deviant piece of garbage.”

“W- Wait! It’s not like that...!”

“She thought I was a robot...”

“Beep boop.”

“I’m surprised you figured that out.”

“What do we do!? I’m not mentally prepared!”

“...Hee- Hold on! Don’t shoot, ho!”

“That’s so typical, I didn’t even think about it!”

“Honey, I’m home.”

“...OK. Clothes off. Let’s get started.”

“Felt like my heart was going to pop.”

“I weigh the same as always... Maybe I’m bloated today?”

“I feed on fools like you.”

“Everyone wishes to be loved by me.”

“I’m gonna make sure you never forget about me!”

“You’ve said to keep a low profile at school, but nobody talks to me in the first place.”

“I couldn’t even begin to think about marriage at this point in my life.”

“I’m envious. I would like to try using a whip as well...”

“It’s the only place I can belong!”

“I wanna stay here forever!”

“I’m going to drill it into you, so prepare yourself.”

“I’ve had no time to think on such ridiculous thoughts.”

“Oh no! Our time in the buffet ran out...”

“I went from a maid to a teacher to dating a high school student.”

“Here we sell wonderful and rare items that are not circulated among the general public!”

“I- I’m not into it! It’s just for the research!”