#shut the fuck up val nobody cares

[wompty-domptydom]

there's so much discourse about disco elysium on my dashboard that im not even sure disco elysium fans like disco elysium

i dont understand why this fandom is like cannibalizing itself

[6esiree]

More Than Just A Sugar Baby Pt. 2

Summary: Imagine you’re Vox’s and Adam’s sugar baby and one of you start’s to develop feelings?

Warnings: NSFW, AFAB reader, penetration, rubbing, swearing, if you squint there’s a bit of angst in Adam’s part. Heaven bucks are void in Hell so he just protects you from the loan sharks. Sorry, I’m a sinner thru and thru. Anyway, MDNI!!!

Vox:

A doll like you didn’t belong in the porn industry—that’s what Vox told you when you asked for Valentino. But he only offered you financial salvation to get back at the moth, tired of his on and off relationship with him. How could you not accept, though, especially when porn had been your last resort? When you took Vox’s hand, he never anticipated that your arrangement would turn into something more than a simple act of revenge, but that was entirely his fault.

“Always such a good girl for me—fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Vox had your legs folded against your chest, your eyes squeezed shut as he pounded into you at a ruthless pace, the room filled with the filthy sound of your squelching cunt. You let out a loud whine as his fingers found your swollen clit, trying to coax another orgasm out of you. One, two, three, four—you counted in your head, milking his cock for what might have been the fifth time that night, the man clearly pent up.

“Such a greedy little—” Vox said, his screen buffering, “—cunt.”

He was so, so close, his thrusts growing sloppier with every second. You reached out and grabbed Vox’s shoulders, bringing him in for a kiss, but then Valentino’s contact popped up on his screen. “Shit, Val’s calling…again,” You groaned, falling back onto the mattress in defeat. The moth had called Vox about, what, several times already? It was really starting to turn you off.

“Decline it, I’m—fuck!—about to finish,” Vox said, sighing in relief as you swiped your finger across his screen. “That’s better—don’t want to cum to that fucker’s contact.”

You understood his reaction, made aware of the pair’s history when Vox eventually opened up to you. But as far as you knew, whatever love they had for each other was dead. Well, at least on Vox’s end, because Valentino was still pestering him. “Yeah, I bet,” You said before interrupting yourself with a moan, the head of his cock hitting into that velvety spot inside of you.

“Val found out about you,” Vox suddenly said, catching you off guard. “He pissed me off, so I told him that I didn’t need him anymore because I had you.”

You blinked, clearly confused. Why would Valentino care if Vox had a sugar baby? Relationships like that were purely transactional, a mutual agreement with no feelings involved. Unless Vox was suggesting that he told him that you two were a thing—no, that couldn’t be. You were a nobody compared to the man on top of you, so why would Valentino care?

“I don’t get it,” You started, your brows knitted together. “Why would Val care about me when I’m just…you know, nothing serious?”

Throughout the whole time, Vox never let up on fucking you, but he did slow down his pace and abandon your clit with your question. A funny feeling stirred in your chest as he peered down at you with an unreadable expression, seemingly debating his response. But then Vox released your legs, your throat bobbing in anticipation as he grabbed ahold of your jaw, making you look at him.

“Come on, sweetheart, you seriously can’t be that dull,” Vox said, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“I just didn’t want to assume, that’s all,” You stammered, looking everywhere but at him. “So, uh, are you going to want me to pretend as if we’re a thing from now on?”

“Pretend?” Vox grunted, burying his cock deep inside of your cunt as he leaned into you. “Wouldn’t it be better if it were real?”

The man was a powerful and influential overlord, so you would be set for eternity, but you also came to know him more intimately as the time passed by. He treated you pretty great with your arrangement, so surely he’d be better as a partner, right? “I—yes?” You said, your eyes fluttering shut when he rolled his hips, feeling rewarded for your response. “That’s my girl,” Vox said, his cock pulsating inside of your cunt.

“Your girl,” You repeated, unable to believe the turn of events, but you weren’t complaining.

Vox hummed, leaning down to give you that kiss you had tried to give him earlier, his hand relaxing against your jaw. “How about we take a shower after this, hm?” He spoke against your lips, his eyes flitting down to see your cunt swallowing his cock, your juices dripping down your thigh. “You won’t electrocute me?” You joked. It was funny until Vox pulled out of you and dragged you off the bed by your ankles, telling you “Why don’t we find out, sweetheart?” as he picked you up and took you to the bathroom.

Adam:

For an Angel, you found Adam to be pretty selfish and egotistical, saving you from the loan sharks pursuing you during the extermination in exchange for the ‘privilege of getting fucked by the first man alive.’ You only agreed because you needed an easy way out of your situation. When you nodded your head, he shoved his tongue down your throat, one hand on your breast while the other slithered past the waistband of your panties, whatever happened afterwards lost within a random sinner’s apartment.

“Fuck, babe. I just got here and you’re already so wet.”

Your face was pushed into your pillow, Adam’s chest slack against your back while he entered you from behind, your cunt eagerly swallowing every inch of his cock. He groaned into your shoulder, the edge of his mask digging into your skin, but the way he slowly massaged your clit as he bottomed out compensated for the slight discomfort it caused you.

Adam wasn’t usually this…attentive, his movements quick and sloppy as he tried to make the most out of your little meetings. But tonight, he was being gentle with you, seemingly focused on your pleasure by the way he slowly started to thrust into you, his other hand toying with your nipple. Your cunt fluttered around him, overwhelmed by all the different sensations.

“You like that?” Adam rasped into your ear, goosebumps littering your skin at the sound of his voice. “What about this, huh?” He continued, rolling the hardened bud in between his fingers.

You tried to answer him, you really did, but you were only able to muster a moan as he pulled out of you completely, the head of his cock pushing past your slick folds and back into your hole with a slow, hard thrust. “Shit, well, I guess that’s good enough,” Adam chuckled, your face flushing in embarrassment. “Shut up,” You said, but then he squeezed your nipple, making you yelp.

“Don’t tell me to shut up, bitch,” Adam grunted, lifting himself from your back, a whine escaping your throat as his hands moved to your hips.

“Call me a bitch one more time and the deal is over,” You said, glaring at him from over your shoulder, but you didn’t actually mean it.

“I don’t think that’s in your best interest, babe,” Adam said, picking up the pace and finally fucking you properly. “I’m the one who’s keeping you alive with every extermination—isn’t that just fucking ironic?”

The sound of skin slapping against skin enveloped your room, including your cries and his groans of pleasure. You constantly thanked Charlie for making the walls thick, Adam driven by the fact that he was doing something so…forbidden. But that wasn’t the only thing—he had developed a soft spot for you, feeling a distant ache in his chest whenever he heard the clock tower ring, his cue to leave.

“I can—ah, fuck, right there!—take care of myself just fine,” You said, his thrusts growing more unforgiving. “Sinners can’t truly kill each other anyway.”

“Yeah, but you can still feel pain, y’know,” Adam said, pulling out of you completely, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing.

Before you could think about asking him why he had stopped, Adam flipped you onto your back, your eyes widening as you stared back into his face, his mask nowhere to be seen. He rarely ever took it off, so of course you were surprised. “Come on, baby, I can take better care of you,” Adam said, the head of his cock brushing against your clit as he leaned in to kiss you—now that was a first, but you accepted it anyway.

Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips glided against yours, the stubble on his chin scratching at your skin, but you couldn’t care less. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling your bodies together by grabbing onto where his wings connected to his back, swallowing the yelp that escaped his throat. Apparently, they were sensitive, because he suddenly plunged his cock back into you.

“Adam! Fuck, slow down!” You cried out, your grip on his wings tightening.

“You’re so lucky I can’t impregnate you,” Adam panted, putting his forehead against yours. “Fuck, why do you have to be a stupid fucking sinner?” He added, sounding disappointed. “You don’t belong here—you should be up in Heaven, with me.”

“You don’t—what?” You said, slightly taken aback. You thought Adam had told you that he could take better care of you just to continue your arrangement, but no, there was more to it. “You don’t actually mean that, Adam.”

“Is it really hard to believe that someone like me wants more than just a simple fuck?” Adam said, sounding pained, but he still reached down to massage your clit to help you finish alongside him. “I guess that’s my fault, huh?”

“I’m sorry,” You said, and you would have offered him more words if your orgasm hadn’t hit you. “Fuck—‘m so sorry.”

Adam thrusted into you one last time, his hips stilling as he emptied himself deep inside of your fluttering cunt with a heavy sigh, his fingers withdrawing from you. “Don’t be, babe,” he said before capturing your lips with another kiss. As much as you enjoyed it, you couldn’t help but wonder where you stood with Adam—until he told you that he’d figure out a way to see you more often, and not just for sex.

[hellhazbinstuck]

Velvette x reader: Angel's adopted sister 1/?

Warnings: Valentino being a jackass, potential smut in the future

You parked your little black car near the V tower and made your way inside. You were always a little early picking up Angel Dust. Party because his schedule was a mess and a little bit because you loved watching Velvette work her magic.

"I should be done here in 40 minutes unless Val decides to be a dick."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

It didn't take long for you to see Velvette getting annoyed at one of her models, but she somehow always found a few minutes to talk to you.

"Ugh, do none of you know anything about posture? There are children with better posture!" She said before she saw you. "Everyone take a break. And don't fucking get anything on those dresses!"

She walked up to you and grabbed one of your hands. Dragging you out of the doorway. "Y/N, doll, you got here at the perfect time. These models are driving me crazy!" She gave you a hug, and you both sat down on the new couch she brought

"Would you ever want to be a model? You're gorgeous and way smarter than at least half of these girls." Her compliment made your face as pink as her hair. You knew she didn't say things like that often.

"I never really thought about it. Do you really think I could do a good job?" Velvette smiled at you. "Y/N, I know you can." You heard your phone vibrate.

"Val must be sick. He's actually letting me leave on time. "

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Velvette wrote something down and handed it to you. "Here, think about it and call me when you can." You smiled and took the paper. "Thanks, Velvette. I'll talk to you later. "

You took the elevator to Val's studio and found Angel Dust. "Alright, let's go back to the hotel before your shitlord boss changes his mind again." Angel already had his stuff with him, and you guys took the elevator and quickly made it to the car.

"So, did you get to see your girlfriend today?" Angel said jokingly. "She's not my girlfriend. We just...talk sometimes." Angel gave you the, "Come on, you and I both know what you think about her." Look, and you started driving to the hotel. "I just want you to be careful. Don't let your guard down around any of the Vees."

There wasn't much traffic for once, and you got to the hotel pretty fast. "Huskers!" Angel yelled, running for his grouchy boyfriend. "Hey baby, me and Nuggets missed you." Said pig ran from behind the bar to meet his dads.

You sat on the couch in the lobby for a little while, barely paying attention to some movie and adding Velvette to your contacts.

Y/N : Hey Velvette, it's Y/N. Text me when you get a chance.

A few minutes later, you decided to go to bed. Your room was a decent distance from anyone else, so nobody would hear you taking a shower.

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The next morning, you woke up to a text from Velvette.

Velvette: Hey doll. I know Angel has to work today (Valentino won't shut up), so I was wondering if you wanted to take some photos today? Some of these models are driving me crazy! - ♡

You had thought about it, and at the very least, you'd be able to keep an eye on Valentino since he never stopped bugging Velvette. And, modeling could be fun.

Y/N: Yes, I would love to. I'll be there when I drop Angel off.

Velvette: Can't wait!

After breakfast and getting ready, Angel kissed Husker goodbye, and you headed to VVV tower.

"Do you want me to go in there with you? I hate having to leave you with that rotten jiz rag." Angel Dust pulled into a hug with all four arms. "I'll be okay, sis. I'm used to him. You said you'd see each other later, and he told you to be safe.

He made it to his dressing room and sighed after closing the door. You weren't Molly, and you could never replace her. But Angel didn't know what he would do without you.

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Part two will be out soon!

[localwriterdocx]

Sober or Stoner: Hazbin Hotel Headcanons

From somebody who snorts it up my nose every weekend, who do I think does this too?

NOTES: This includes everybody at the hotel + Lucifer and Cherri. I will do the Vee's and perhaps other important characters like the angels and the other overlords, but for now, that's not the case.

WARNINGS: Mentions of Drug Use, Mentions of Angel's Backstory, Maybe slight OOC.

Charlie - No, I'd say mostly sober. She wouldn't want to do it for the most part because she just thinks drugs = bad. She might try it if a lot of her friends are doing it together, and if she did a lot of research about the positive effects of marijuana. Doesn't smoke, only edibles. If she decided to, Vaggie would be taking care of her the whole time. She gets all snuggly and very lovey-dovey platonically with her friends or romantically with Vaggie. When she gets a good idea and tries to work, nobody can understand her idea because she's talking so much so fast.

Vaggie - I'd say no, sober. She's the caretaker, the one who has to be ready when somebody tries something stupid. She would be on her guard the whole time if Charlie wasn't constantly trying to cuddle her and love her. She has to drop whatever she is doing just to hold Charlie. If she did do it, I don't think she'd like it. She just doesn't like being that vulnerable for that amount of time. She would definitely just want to be around Charlie IF she was high. Is supportive towards Charlie. Puts everybody in their place if they get too out of control.

Angel Dust - Yes, Occasionally. Weed is like a side dish to him. It's one of the drug that he doesn't get hopped on while recording because its too weak for him. But is kind of fucking with it? Is willing to give it a shot with everybody at the hotel because it appeals to his interests. Sort of also becomes a caretaker too? But mostly to Niffty, not really wanting anybody to end up hurt. Probably barricade's the exit to the hotel so she can't get out. Very honest. Will shittalk Val to Cherri and Husk.

Alastor -No. Sober. Next Question. He doesn't like it whatsoever. He is a drinker, not a smoker. He does like to watch these buffoons act like idiots on it tho, he doesn't really like to talk to anybody while their on it, unless it's important. He wouldn't turn down Charlie of Niffty. If he's feeling social, he likes to fuck with people on it. Purposely scares everyone with his powers, only for him to lean back like "Just kidding! I could though! :)".

Husk - Occasionally. He'd definitely try it, even if he wasn't happy about Angel doing it. He went into it thinking he'd definitely be the one watching over Angel, but it turned out that Angel is gonna be watching over him. He smokes, but just not weed, so his intolerance is pretty low. He's definitely the one bitching to everyone, especially Angel, about anything he can think of, but he's smart enough not to bitch about Alastor when he's right there, sober or not. He doesn't like sitting still, so he wanders the hotel.

Niffty - Fucking god. Occasionally. - She hasn't done it, she would but nobody lets her smoke. She has accidentally pounded like 4 full brownies that somebody left out though. Everybody thought that she would be up and about, completely out of control, but she just sits, doesn't move or talk, just chills (if you can call that chilling). It's a creepy sight for somebody who isn't already used to it. Occasionally, she will say the scariest shit known to man and then just go back to zoning out like nothing happened.

Sir Pentious - Mostly no, but occasionally. Did it because Cherri Bomb did it. Gets the most fucked out out of everybody. He will NOT stop talking. Sir, i love you, but please shut up. Much like Charlie, he also gets really emotional, especially to his Egg Boiz. They help deal with him a lot more than you would think. Alastor commands them to never leave his side because he knows they still listen to him. He also tries harder to flirt with Cherri, he's still bad, if not worse, but it's entertaining. Sometimes just doesn't know what's going on.

Cherri Bomb - YES. She's definitely toned down, this is not her first rodeo. She just tolerates everything, even Sir Pentious' terrible flirting. Later into the night when she's really high, she even finds it a bit endearing. She would definitely vibe with Niffty as she comes up with her creepy shit, Cherri just gets very interested in her, in a similar way to Alastor is. Tries to get everyone to do funny stuff with her like Karaoke, but the only ones who take her up on it is Sir Pentious and Charlie. Probably brought edibles.

Lucifer - Occasionally. Has he tried it? Years ago. Is he a stoner? I don't think so. If he somehow did it, again, would need a little supervision. Would probably cry to Charlie non-stop, they stick together. This is the only time Vaggie would get a break. He'd do stupid shit too, like hide rubber ducks all around the hotel. That is purely to piss off Alastor because Charlie doesn't want him to fight, but it doesn't really work. Gets the munchies like no other. He will have to restock the hotel food supply when he's done. Did it a lot with Lilith when they were together.

Thank you so much for stoning with me :) Send some requests to my ask box if u want.

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

Sorta bringing this back from the past, but I just saw the MC scandalous painting ask and was laughing for like 20 mins, I really do hope it makes it in to the story😂😂

Buuut, I wanna ask, how would the RO react to their family members looking at the painting after they (accidentally) left it out

(For the ROs who live alone, maybe their and MC kid?)

Haha, I remember that one. Still one of my favorites!

I am also going to write this under the impression it's at the dating stage of the relationship so that it makes more sense.

Cassandra: Does her absolute best to hide the portrait from her dad, only issue is that her dad, being the military man he is, occasionally does routine inspections around the house to make sure everything is in order and nothing needs to be taken care of before it becomes a problem. This has her moving the portrait periodically throughout the house to avoid him coming across it during his inspections. She considered putting it in a lock box but he would probably ask her whats inside and she is a TERRIBLE liar.

So, when the day unfortunately comes and General Guerrero finds a wrapped up portrait of MC's half naked ass in a broom closet; he is so unamused it's not even remotely funny. Well, for Cass at least.

Because while this might come to your surprise Alejandro actually does have a sense of humor. And make no mistake, he finds MC's audacity and utter stupidity of sending this to HIS house, to HIS daughter sort of funny. He comforts Cass by casually asking why does she even find MC attractive when they look so scrawny in the portrait she hid in a closet. Girly is is embarrassed she can't even form a coherent sentence, she just gets super red and covers her face. He can't help but laugh, he finds her embarrassment, punishment enough for her keeping this thing in her house without telling him.

Can't say he or MC will be laughing next time they meet though.

Valeria: Well, we already know Mrs. Torres saw it.

Valeria is so embarrassed, for MC. It's not like she asked you to do something so stupid knowing full well that she is the youngest of 6 with 5 older brothers and that she still lives with them and her parents. Mrs. Torres is just like Valeria in the sense she can't keep shit to herself, although Valeria manages to keep her shut for all of 4 days which is a pretty decent record. Good thing Val already managed to hide it someplace secret only to her by the time her brothers found out about it. They pester her day and night to see it so they can roast MC next time they see them. (as if they weren't already, idk if I said this already but if you romance Val; her big brothers become YOUR big brothers). Her parents don't really care, her dad didn't appreciate it but trusts his sons will harass MC enough about it, just expects MC to not do it again.

Tomás: He legit has nobody that he would really give a fuck about in his family if they saw the portrait. He isn't embarrassed, he's proud. He would be SO happy if his mom saw it, would rub in how scandalous and just how much of a scoundrel he is with MC. Would get a real kick out of how much she would 'clutch her pearls' at him, literally and figuratively. Would get mad if his brothers saw it because he'd get jealous, probably would punch them or something.

Now if you guys had a kid and they saw it in the future, he would get bashful but tell them not to go poking around his things. No, they cannot ask why he had it hidden in a box under his side of the his bed.

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Ludovica: Also has no family or anybody to discover it. In the future if she had kids and they found it, she would be mortified. Begs them to forgive her for not hiding it well enough and to forget they saw it. She is unamused when she overhears her staff gossiping about the portrait and how one maid long ago had mentioned it existing and how literally nobody had believed her. Chokes on her spit when her kids ask MC point blank why they were barely wearing any clothes in the picture and if they were cold.

Aurelio: ALSO has no family to uncover it, (omg look at all of these pathetic little orphans, having parents must be a rarity in this world ig).

So, when his kids one day are being a little too nosy in his private study and see his half naked portrait of a young MC hanging right beside his desk labeled "Motivation - 1890" they obviously do the logical thing of screaming for their dad to come to his study. When he does wondering if they got hurt or something they ask him right away why tf he has such a picture displayed there and why is it labeled.

He had responds with something like, "Well, can you blame me for wanting to be productive? Knowing that is but a humble glimpse at what will be my reward when I finish my work, does wonders for my morale. And be grateful your mom/dad looked so great back then or you might not even be here." (He is saying that to tease them, MC still looks great in their older age and he would love them even if they weren't attractive.)

Also adds, "Oh, and it's labeled because that's that years edition of 'motivation'. I made sure I got one every start of the year to keep me honest. New year, new happy little wine drinker me! What? Did you want to see the rest? Or maybe the ones I gave mom/dad? Fair warning, I was wearing even LESS than they are in this picture."

His children then proceed to run out of his study screaming and gagging, he laughs knowing that this will keep them out of his study from now on.

Elio: Okay sort of funny because I actually said in one specific post somewhere Elio actually personally knows Aurelio and I actually think the only person close enough to discover it would be Aurelio. Elio would surprising be shocked if Aurelio found it because he made sure it was well hidden in the attic to avoid MC ever finding out he did actually have it.

He drinks tea and admires it from time to time when MC is away for too long. If Aurelio ever found it Elio would actually be frantic shooing him out of the house and swearing that he will never let him anywhere near MC ever again. Because he knows Aurelio is a charmer and he deep down would feel a little insecure if after he has fallen in love, MC got close to Aurelio and fears he would take them away from him. Even though Aurelio would never do that to him, he can't shake the insecurity and does everything he can to hide it.

Aurelio would want to tease Elio about it but knows it would be a very touchy subject so he shuts up, instead he tease MC next time they have a moment without Elio there. Which might be in a few months when Elio calms a bit and lets his guard down thinking Aurelio might have forgotten or dropped it completely.

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Thanks for letting me revisit and continue this funny scenario! 💙

[hunterwritesstuff]

Ebony Relationship chart?

Sure!

Val — “D-Don't touch me.”(Hated)

Vox — “Can I get some, uhm, uh...safety turrets focused on one specific person?"(Neutral)

Ebony — “A creature hated by himself and life itself."(Tension)

Alastor — “My best pal. He helped me get through life before, why not now?"(Friendly)

Charlie — “Charlie, I'm too far gone. I love your project, but I can't be saved."(Friendly)

Vaggie — “...sorry about all that happened. I still think you're badass."(friendly)

Husk — “Got any more stories for me?”(Friendly)

Angel Dust — “You can do this, I believe in you, Anthony.”(Friendly)

Shirley — “She seems pretty cool.”(Friendly)

Jax — “please stay away from me, please don't touch me, please GOD stay away from me!!!”(Hated)

Adam — “Shut up. Nobody cares about your title down here anymore.”(Hated)

Orion — “Can you...tell me about your family?"(Neutral)

Lute — “Stay the fuck away from Vaggie.”(Tension)

Lucifer — “You're like the paternal figure I never got to see.” (Friendly)

Ranni — "I like her! Not joining the cult!"(Friendly)

Hope ya enjoy! :D

[ale-arro]

reason #36472736 why covid is homophobic: i cannot get over this man because i haven't seen fucking anyone in ten months and so my brain is still thinking haha maybe what if

[lassieposting]

People are gonna post about Skulduggery Pleasant related things in the Skulduggery Pleasant tag.

Opinions come with media. Regardless of any personal feelings you may hold, people will post their opinions for general consumption.

You come across as self-righteous and arrogant by demanding that no one posts their opinions about a particular pairing in a general tag. It’s a general tag for a reason.

Nothing against you specifically, and I have no malicious intent at all. Happy holidays.

Tbh anon I don't care how I come across at this point, I am sick and tired of entitled people in this fandom demanding that just because they don't like valdug, everyone else has to stop posting about it. The blacklisting feature exists for a reason, and so does the ability to block. It is your responsibility to curate your own online experience - nobody has to stop shipping things you personally don't like just to accommodate you. Like, I loathe val/itsa, but you don't see me demanding everyone else stop shipping it. I blacklisted the related tags, blocked the people who love the ship or post about it regularly, and boom, I don't see it anymore, so I no longer feel the need to post about how much I hate it.

It's also basic fandom manners that you don't post your hate in the ship's tag, because if you do, you're basically inviting shippers to tell you to shut the fuck up. The valdug discourse is old at this point, and people are still shipping it, so clearly throwing tantrums about how it makes you, personally, uncomfortable do not do any good. Every few months another bratty anti who thinks the fandom has to cater to them jumps in the tag to stomp their foot and screech "But I don't liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike it!" and for what? The shippers don't give a fuck. They're gonna keep shipping and creating content regardless of what the antis think. All you're doing by tagging your hate with the ship tag is trying to drag them into a fight, and honestly? The rest of us are beyond bored of watching that happen, and I personally am sick of watching antis try to shame the valdugs for shipping two grown-ass adults. I'm not even invested in the ship anymore, but this fandom is a toxic shit pit towards people who are, and that shit is not okay. If you don't like a ship, that's fine. If you hate a ship, that's fine too. But use the tools at your disposal (blocking, blacklisting) to wipe your dash clean of that ship without shitting on people for feeling differently to you.

The world is full of things you're gonna find disgusting and offensive. The internet has tools to avoid those things, so use them. But shippers - of any ship in any fandom - are not hurting you, and they're not hurting anyone else either, by just enjoying their ship. So if you're gonna come into the valdug sandbox to scream that you hate valdug and everyone should stop talking about it, then don't complain when other people tell you to shut the fuck up, because you're the one who's out of order in the first place.

Like jesus. The world is shit enough. Go find whatever corner of this hell-pit fandom brings you joy and sit down there surrounded by content you enjoy, and let other people do the same.

[niemernuet]

My Sunshine

Drabble about that hug from Méribel last Sunday.

rating: E pairing: Atle Lie McGrath/Lucas Braathen

The people in the stands cheered and waved their flags and signs while down on the ground, in the heavy, watery snow of Méribel, Henrik swore up a storm. A red two blinked from the gigantic screen at the other side of the finish area, the definite sign that he had won the small globe in slalom, and that Lucas had no chance anymore to take it away from him. Luckily, the sun was shining exactly from the same direction, thus Atle could squint and glare as hard as he wanted without raising suspicion. Up until ten seconds ago, he had been floating above the ground, his heart almost jumping out of his chest. He had been so sure that Lucas would win the globe, and that he, Atle, would be standing next to him. It was supposed to be the perfect day, and now everything fell apart within minutes. With growing dread Atle watched Lucas approach from atop the mountain, shooting through the dense snow and flying around the gates. He fell behind with every turn, and when he crossed the finish line and the big, ugly 11 popped up, Atle wanted to throw his skis down, and leave that wretched place for good. He could not, however, he had to smile, and accept the cheers and congratulations that pattered down on him like rain. He wanted to shush them all, tell the thousands of people to shut the fuck up, and not to bother him and his boyfriend, but he could not. The only thing he could do was wrap Lucas in a hug, and not let go for a long time. The guy with the camera danced around them, picking up every movement, every sound, but Atle did not care. Nobody around them understood Norwegian anyway except Henrik, and he was still too busy thumping his own chest.

"Next year, mitt solskinn," he promised. "This was just the beginning."

Lucas did not speak, but the force with which he clung around Atle's neck told everything.

"You were so good," Atle said, swaying Lucas on his skis, "and I'm so proud. We'll come back even stronger, you'll see."

Reluctantly he let go of Lucas. Around them, the people with the race put up the podium, and he could not wait any longer. Lucas smiled at him, already a reserved, distant look in his eyes. It stayed there the entire rest of the day, from the big ceremony where Henrik received the globe and Atle a glass medal, to the celebrations between the slopes and the hotel. They lasted until long into the night, until the stars shone above the Val Thorens, and the cold started to creep into the valley once more. They left the last party in a night club, the pounding beats, the flashing lights, the sweat and fluids of too many strangers, and made their way through the empty streets towards their hotel. Lucas' mask had fallen the moment the door had shut behind the bouncer, and even through the grey, barely-lit darkness, Atle could see the anger creeping onto him. Tenderly he grabbed his hand, and intertwined their fingers.

"Don't," he said. He felt every beer, every cocktail and shot rushing through his veins but still he managed to lean over mid-step and give Lucas a kiss on the cheek without landing on the ground.

Lucas huffed softly, wiping his cheek with his free hand. "Don't what?"

"Start thinking about what you could've done different."

Lucas stared straight ahead, his pretty lips distorted to a bitter grimace. Atle could not hold back any longer. He stopped abruptly, pulled Lucas into a hug, and kissed him. He was pleased to feel Lucas lean into his touch. His long hair was damp from the stuffy air back in the night club and yet cool and soft from the last remains of the winter in the air. Atle needed to be closer to him, feel him even more. His hands wandered over Lucas, searching every part of his body. His leg wandered between Lucas', rubbing against the hardening spot under his jeans. With a sigh Lucas pulled away from Atle's kiss.

"Getting ahead a little bit?" he whispered.

Atle was not easily deterred though, and kissed his words up, following Lucas' lips every movement. "I want you," he confessed.

Lucas grinned, and left Atle's side. They were only a few houses away from their hotel. The porter nodded at them sleepily as they passed him, Lucas in front, Atle following him like a duckling. He barely managed to keep himself under control until the doors of the elevator closed before he kissed Lucas once more.

"They usually have cameras in here," Lucas panted between kisses, pinned against the shiny wall of the cabin. He clung to Atle again as he did half a lifetime ago this morning.

"Good," Atle said, breathlessly exploring Lucas' neck with his lips, "guy looked as if he could use a bit of entertainment."

They found the way to their room blindly, or maybe because Lucas guided the way. Atle did not care. He pulled the clothes off Lucas' body as soon as the door closed behind them, pushing him towards the bed. He shoved Lucas' fingers away, they moved too slow for him, and added his own clothes to the floor. He did not protest when Atle gave him one final push and spread him out on the bed. His eyes were closed, and his breath laboured as Atle explored his body with his lips, the strong muscles moving under the skin, the warmth around his neck. His dick lay half-hard on his stomach, and his breath hitched when Atle's kisses and hands landed there. He loved feeling Lucas under his touch, loved every little thing about him, and just tonight he could barely hold himself back. He was drunk, not simply on alcohol, though that certainly too, but also today's victory, and their season, and the things they would achieve together. He did not expect Lucas would crawl away from him.

"You don't have to do this, you know?"

Atle stopped his kisses, his hand freezing mid-stroke around Lucas' dick. It was the irritation in Lucas' voice that startled him, and he looked up with a quizzical look.

"What?"

"Coddling and spoiling me. I don't want this. You of all people should know that."

Atle sighed, and let go of Lucas. He crawled up until their faces were level, and tried to kiss him though this time, Lucas turned away from him.

"I don't need your pity," he said to the ceiling.

Atle nodded thoughtfully. "I see," he mused, drawing circles in Lucas' chest. Lucas' lips twitched but they stayed firmly pressed to a thin line.

"I don't know what gave you the impression," Atle began, "but I'm not coddling you or spoiling you because you failed to beat me once again." Lucas' mouth flew open, and his head around. For a second he glared at Atle before he burst out laughing.

Atle grinned, and leant forward. Finally he was allowed to kiss him again.

"And if I really pitied you, I'd have volunteered to go shopping with you tomorrow," he continued, and with his hand wandered down Lucas' body again.

"Oh," Lucas sighed, his whole body finally finally relaxing under Atle's touch.

Atle did not acknowledge Lucas' desire, languidly, weakly stroking his dick. "So, if It's okay for you, I'd like to continue sucking you dry now." He looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Lucas laughed breathlessly, his fingers buried deep in Atle's hair. "It's okay."

Atle grinned. "Good." He wrapped his lips around Luca's dick again, enjoying the hissing sound coming from the other end of the bed as much as the weight of Lucas on his tongue.

"Does…," Lucas panted, "does that mean you won't come shopping with me?"

Atle paused, looking up through his lashes. Lucas stared back at him, already out of breath.

"Don't stop," he begged, "please, go on…I need…"

Atle chuckled, swiping his tongue around the tip of Lucas' dick, making his legs twitch uncontrollably.

"Okay, you don't need to…you don't need to come with me," Lucas babbled, "just…just go on. I need…" He broke off, unable to form any more coherent words, and finally Atle took pity.

[a-hazbin-spider]

(Muse destruction time @jeff-the-killer-speaks)

Jeff lights up a cigarette. This was gonna be..fun?

"...Do you wonder how many people would miss you if you died? I mean, Alastor's not your biggest fan from what I've seen, Charlie probably hates your guts and is just too sweet to ever tell you, and I haven't seen you with anyone else. I doubt there would be that many, Angel. Speaking from experience, nobody cares when they find a hooker dead in an alley. They just go 'somebody pick them up.' It's sad..but it might be worth it. Shit, it would get Val off your back. No more addictions, no more obligations..just a dark void. I'm sure it sounds like hell for you, but it sounds heavenly for me. I'm getting off track..I think the only people who'd miss you would be me and a couple of your coworkers. Shit..it's a shame, too. You're a nice dude. I know Val wouldn't care, he has a gazillion of you."

Jeff took a puff from his cigarette.

"Fucking Valentino..prick..I'm gonna blow up his fancy little suite one day, splatter him all across the pride circle. Maybe I'd take his skull fragments, give them to you as a little necklace. That'd be cute."

Jeff chuckled, a light hint of red adorning his face.

"..Wasn't I supposed to be destroying you? Heh, whatever, as heartless as I am, I couldn't fully wreck you, candy pop."

He couldn’t wreck him? Well it’s a bit late for that. Whatever made Jeff want to pick at him? Had stripped him bare.

Angel’s fists clenched tightly, and everything felt all too suffocating. Thick globby tears dripped down his face and his body twitched and curled before…

Before he screamed desperately- brokenly. Angel didn’t care who heard at that second. On the street- over waves- He started tearing at some of the stupid costume he’d just discarded, and- fuck would this one be heard. His twitchy hands and tight movements couldn’t be helped, and even the smell of smoke so familiar was nauseating. His claws move down- and feel at the stitches from Valentino. Others are already scratching at himself. Maybe he could… pick… pick..!

“Sh-shut the fuck up- stoppit! You can’t fuckin’ say that t’me! You can’t say that an’ keep lettin’ me go on! What th’ fuck ya waitin’ for? St-tab me! Beat me! Fuckin’ take me out! Do it while I ain’t chickenin’ out! Kill me! Kill me!”

[pettyprocrastination]

Rip Out Our Seams and Stitch Us Together

Maxwell Lord x Valerie Lord x Black!Reader

Chapter Two

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Profanity, slight sexual themes, description of the beginning of an anxiety attack, Max puts his hands on you for a hot second but then you rip him a new one lmao. 

Chapter Summary: The Lord’s have a discussion while Max work’s from home and you meet the other half of D.C’s richest power-couple that you now work for. 

Tag List: @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa​ @captainsamwlsn​ @zeldasayer​ @readsalot73​

Chapters: 1/2

The Lord manor was silent, as it always was. Even when Max and Valerie were home, it was still lifeless. 

Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked into her bedroom, which was larger than most living rooms. The steady click-clack echoed throughout  the grandiose household and bounced right back to the source. Nothing else was heard; no laughter, no pitter-patter by the feet of excited pets or even children to see mommy come home. Not even the eagerly awaiting footsteps of her husband to welcome her back, take her bags, and ask her how her day went. 

Maxwell was never the type for such idiosyncrasies, and never would be. 

Cold, empty, fake.

A dollhouse meant for Barbie and Ken was more authentic. 

I guess that made them no more real than the toys themselves.

Well, that is if Barbie and Ken secretly hated each other and slept with other people on the side all throughout their relationship. Valerie didn’t know much about dolls. 

She set the plastic bag onto her bed and began unbuttoning her blouse, letting it fall off her shoulders and onto the ground before shimmying out of her jeans. 

Valerie Lord wearing something that isn’t designer? She picked up the sundress that had first caught her eye, pressing it to her chest and marveling at just how soft it felt. That’ll be the fucking day. 

She slid it on with ease, she couldn’t say that for half of her wardrobe. 

Dresses were made to hug her figure and accentuate her curves. Constricting, suffocating, so tight she could barely breathe and the flashing of cameras so bright, nothing was there to ground here, nobody was.  She couldn’t see it all was too-

Soft. Her fingers ran along the fabric, hips swaying slightly as she watched the long skirt flow with her movements. It hugged her chest like it was made just for her, but it didn’t suffocate her - not a choking grip on her lungs, but a gentle hand on her chest. Her hands drifted down to the pockets, where she slid them in and remembered the grin you had on your face when you told her. 

“It’s sort of my signature.” You boasted, chest puffed out like you just won a gold medal. Valerie couldn’t help but notice the shirt you had been wearing, a button up with covered in different colored squares, so tacky and loud she could feel the migraine building just from looking at you. 

She also couldn’t help but notice just how little buttons were actually used to close it. A wide expanse of your chest on display, smooth skin practically on show for her before stopping just above your belly button, the curves of your chest peeking through enough for her to wonder if you slipped, would you be completely exposed?

Valerie shook herself free from the thoughts of the ridiculous seamstress, with her ridiculous tattoos and that ridiculous nickname. ‘Stitches,’ give me fucking break. She scoffed, but then turned around to admire the dress from the back. You do good work though…

The idea was set in her mind, and Valerie Lord was as stubborn as they come. There was no turning back. Won’t be too bad, she reasoned with herself. I could count it as my charity work for the month. 

~

Maxwell sat in his office, nursing a glass of scotch while going over a contract sent over to him late that afternoon. He could’ve easily stayed late at work, it wouldn’t be the first time. Valerie wouldn’t have worried, or cared at all really. She slept in a separate bed, in a separate room on the other side of the house. 

She wasn’t his reason for coming home early. Christ, she wasn’t the reason he did anything. 

The true culprit was his secretary. 

Delilah Harris was a pretty young thing who must've thought that sleeping with the big man would get her a better job, better pay, or maybe a side job as his sugar baby. What she wanted exactly he wasn't too sure about, but if he had to deal with the pathetic woman cuddling up to him at his own company as if they were lovers moonlighting a secret affair? Oh, he was going to lose his shit. 

So he found himself  sitting at the mahogany desk in his office, glasses pushed up on his nose. Finally able to get work done without being distracted by some incompetent bimbo batting her eyes at him.

The door to his office creaked open. He didn’t bother looking up.

Spoke too goddamn soon. 

“I've commissioned a seamstress to make me a dress for the gala in September.” Valerie’s voice was always so matter of fact. So condescending, as if her flimsy shrink degree suddenly meant she was smarter than him, the one who actually made money. 

“I’ll be meeting with her tomorrow.”

“That sounds positively riveting, dear.” Max drawled, turning a page to read more of the agreements. He was only a quarter through the damn thing and he already knew half of these deals weren’t going to be made unless he was six feet fucking under. Somebody was definitely getting fired tomorrow.

“I’ll be a bit tied up at work. You know, since I actually have a job and all. But you go ahead and make sure to tell the sewing mice I said hello, Cinderelly.”

He heard his wife huff and put her foot down, Max didn't have to see her to know she had her arms crossed and a frown on her painted lips. Like she always did when she didn’t get her way, a petulant child with an endless temper tantrum. 

“She’ll be making a suit for you as well, darling.”

The glasses slipped down his nose as his head shot up. “Excuse me? If you didn’t notice I’m a little busy running-” He stopped in his rant to take in the flowing white dress she wore that came all the way down to her shins. “Well that’s a bit too ‘Little House on the Prairie’, don’t you think?”

She uncrossed her arms, hands coming down to the skirt to bunch it around in her fists and swish it side to side. “Well I like it, and I’ll be damned if I don’t do something just because you don’t like it.”

Max snorted and set his glasses on the table. “Well that much is true, given how much you know I loathe that laughable model, yet you still keep him around.” He feigned thought and looked off in the corner. “What’s his name? Randy?”

“Robert.” She corrected. “And how’s the secretary, still drooling at your feet like the little lap dog she is?”

“At least she gets on my lap.” His eyes roamed her figure in the dress with a hunger she hadn’t seen in God knows how long. “What are you wearing under that?”

Valerie grinned, her hands slowly slid up her legs, dragging the dress along with them. “Well wouldn’t you like to know?”

Her husband sighed, head falling into his hand but never letting his eyes leave her form. “You know I hate games Valerie.” His tone was even as he spoke but she could see the tension in his shoulders like a steel wire ready to snap.

“Well that’s not true at all.” The dress passed her knees and slid up the silky skin of her thighs. “I know for a fact that you love games.”

Her hands released the skirt, letting it fall back around her legs.

“But only when you win.” She turned on her heel, fabric swishing around her as she did. “Wednesday afternoon, Maxwell, don’t be late!” Valerie slammed his office door shut behind her, leaving her husband alone once more.

Maxwell sighed, long and loud, before he pushed his glasses upright on his face and returned his attention to the stack of papers in front of him. For the rest of the night he did all he could to push away the phantom image in his mind of his wife’s supple thighs gripped in his hands. 

~~

Max looked to the building his driver parked outside of with great disdain.

“Check again.”

The driver, Daniel, sighed and looked through the mirror to meet his employer’s eyes. “I have sir, three times already. This is the address that Mrs.Lord gave to me.”

The shop was tiny, the name “A Stitch In Time.” on a sign above the door. A series of little figurines, mugs, and warrior knic-knacks lined the multiple window sills. It was quaint, homey, and the type of place many feel like a friend rather than a customer. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Max stomped out of the car, shutting the door with so much vigor it shook slightly. 

“Wait here for me.”

“Of course sir.”

His first step onto the asphalt, was directly into a puddle of muddy water that splashed back against the end of his trousers. Even through the window he could hear Daniel cough to hide his laughter. 

Max peered through the windows, looking for a sight of anybody within the store before grabbing the door using only two fingers and walking inside. 

A small bell jingled against the door as his entrance, and a voice called out from the back of the store.

“I’ll be out in one moment!” A woman shouted, Max took the chance to look at the racks of clothing around him, picking up one particularly horrendous skirt with the tips of his pointer and forefinger with a frown. 

This was the place that Val chose? Maybe he should sign her up for rehab, because she’s got to be smoking something to think-

“Welcome to a Stitch in- oh shit.”

Max turned his head to see you standing at the back door, mouth slightly agape. He took in your cheap jeans, your gold chain resting against your chest, a large expanse of skin left sinful on display due to the especially gaudy shirt you wore only being buttoned by the button three. Untamed curls framed your face like a halo as you stand shocked by the man before you.

“Son of a bitch.” You mumbled, your eyes raked over his blonde hair all the way to his designer shoes. “That lady was actually for real.”

“That Lady, being my wife I presume?” 

Max's voice, though annoyed, was rich and smooth and shook you out of your stupor.

“That she is. She came in on Monday and briefly spoke about..a commission?”

“Yes.” He continued to walk around the store, looking at everything with a sour face, even you. “Why she did I’m not so sure.”

“Excuse me?”

Five minutes in and Max Lord was already proving to be worse than his wife.

“Is this place up to health code?”

“Excuse me?”

Five minutes in and it was confirmed that Max lord was definitely worse than his wife.

He waved a dismissive hand in the air before he stopped browsing judging your store. 

“But what baby wants, baby gets.” He drew a hand to his heart in what could only be described as a sarcastic display of fake love.“Happy wife happy life and all that bullshit, right?”

You knew from the get-go that Maxwell Lord the Fourth was a load of shit. The moment you saw his dazzling smile in his commercials you knew that in real life he was probably like every other rich person in the world. Entitled, classist, and so judgmental they’d reject a glass of water in the Sahara if they knew it was tap.

You weren’t sure if it was satisfying or disheartening to know you were right. 

Nonetheless, a job is a job and you’d having to be fucking insane to reject a giant payout like the Lord’s would no doubt offer. 

But that didn’t mean you had to be happy about it.

“Timeline?”

Max blinked. Usually people who thank him for the oh so amazing chance to work for him, but you stood your ground. He tilted his head to the side, looking at you with  a new inkling of respect. 

“Four months.”

��Event?”

“The museum of Natural History is throwing a gala for it’s donors.” He adjusted his cuffs as he spoke to you, only looking at you in brief glances which pissed you off even more. “I’m the top one.”

You scoffed under your breath. “Of course you are.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said how charitable of you.”

The animosity of his glare dissolved into a smirk. “Of course.”

You stuffed your hands into our pockets so he wouldn’t see how tightly they were balled up into fists. 

Think of the money, dumbass. You reminded yourself. Stomach the rich people bullshit for a little bit for a huge payout. You've got this.

“I’ll be able to do it, but it may be a time crunch.” His face fell once more. 

“This is a job, honey.” He spoke slowly and moved his hands with each word as if you didn't understand what he was saying. 

“I expect it to be done to the best of your abilities, whatever pisspoor standard that may be.”

Well, you thought before you marched forward until you were nearly nose to nose with the billionaire. You lasted this long, that’s reward enough. 

“Listen here you glorified trust fund baby, I work hard and I work well. But keep in mind I have a multitude of people coming through that door every damn day that I also do work for. So don’t think that just because you and your trophy wife have matching silver spoons wedged up your-”

Max’s left hand lashed out and clamped over your mouth, his fingers digging into the plush skin of your cheeks. If you weren’t so fucking pissed that this mother fucker had the audacity to put his hand on you like that, you may have taken a moment to marvel at just how soft they felt against your skin. 

You reared back, blood roaring in your ears before you finally found your voice. “You’ve got to be out of your goddamn mind if you think you can put your hands on me like that and not expect me to shove my foot up your-”

While you yelled, Max fished a slip of paper out of the pocket of his coat and handed it to you with a condescending smile. “Will that suffice?”

His manner, so calm and collective while you were about to wring his neck made you pause. 

“Will what suffice?”

He sighed, wiggling the slip in the air. “This.”

You set your hands on your hips and stare at him in defiance. “Oh? What is it? A certificate for being the most pompous-”

“Just take a fucking look and you’ll see!”

While at first his sudden booming voice caused you to jump. You couldn’t help it, but your chest swelled with pride at seeing the great Maxwell Lord lose his temper at you. To know that you could get under the skin of the most powerful man in D.C. was almost enough payment in itself. Keyword being almost.

You snatched the paper from his hands, anger melting into shock when you realized it was, in fact, a written check and-

That’s a lot of zeroes. 

Max picked some imaginary lint off his shoulder before he took in your gobsmacked form with a satisfied smile. “I trust that will be enough to cover the consultation fee?”

Christ on a cracker, this was just for the consultation fee?

Stand your ground, girl. You reminded yourself. Don’t give him power over you. Give this corporate ken doll a piece of your mind.

You cleared your throat as you tucked the check worth more than your car into your backpocket and crossed your arms. With squared shoulders and your head held high you spoke in the most impassive and neutral tone you could collect from yourself. 

“It’ll do.”

Maxwell grinned like he was the cat and you the canary. You wondered what that made his wife. The sadistic pet owner most likely.

“Marvelous.” He all but purred. “Valerie will be in tomorrow to talk design with you. Until we meet again, Stitches.”

With a quick pivot on his heel, your richest client walked out of your store and into the car waiting for him outside. 

You felt a bit of your pride return when you watched him step into the dirty puddle of gutter water for a second time that day.

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

Revelation

A/N: Spoilers for all Skulduggery books till #13

There has been some talk about what would happen if Dexter finds out that Skulduggery is Lord Vile. So have my extremely dramatic version. 

This takes place after Tanith, Skulduggery, Valkyrie and Dexter had a fight in Roarhaven against Lord Vile who has travelled into their dimension from the Leibniz Universe. He revealed himself to them and it goes all downhill from then on. I listened to incredibly sad music while writing this, so ... just be certain that you can take bad, bad angst without happy end when you read this.

Dexter was sweating. He was also bleeding. And he was incredibly pale. 

Valkyrie was very quiet while taking care of his bleeding collarbone. She didn’t dare to look at his face. Something very close to horror had taken over her eyes and now seemed to jam through her every second she breathed. Her cheeks appeared more hollow than they actually were. The revelation from the fight they’d just survived in Roarhaven had obviously shocked her deeply. 

Dexter could of course understand that. He himself was in a nearly catatonic state. That picture. That picture of him taking off his armor. The moment right after his helmet had disappeared. With a shudder Dexter realized how sick he felt. „Val…“ He huffed out warningly, before he held his head to the side and threw up in the far corner of the abandoned room. 

Valkyrie lowered her shaking fingers. Blood was on her fingertips and on her cheek from her own cut. A cut Lord Vile had caused with his slashing shadows. 

Tanith was standing by the window that was nailed shut with three wooden bars. She was hugging herself, avoiding to look at either one of the other three. 

And Skulduggery was staying in the shadows. He was standing by the wall opposite to Tanith. He was completely still. More so than usual. No wind moved his clothes, his arms didn’t cross over his chest, he didn’t touch his hat. He just stood there. And waited. 

Dexter readjusted his position on the broken bed by the window and took the piece of cloth out of Valkyrie’s hand to take care of his wound himself. He patted the space next to him and tried to take her by the arm, meaning to help her sit down in case she was feeling as nauseous as he was. But Valkyrie freed her arm from his grasp and took a step away from him. She’d only looked that grave to Dexter once before and that was during their mission in the Leibniz Universe. All the guilt, all the pain she’d felt back then had settled in the lines on her face. The exact same face was looking at him now. 

All Dexter could think off to lighten the mood was the following bit: „You know that feeling when you watch a mystery movie or something and you guess who might be the disguised stranger and you have ideas and when the revelation comes up it’s someone completely unexpected? That is such a shocking feeling. Shocking… Like… that’s what I just felt… I would have never guessed that the Lord Vile from the Leibniz Universe is Skulduggery!“ A hysterical laugh escaped him and suddenly all eyes were on him. 

Skulduggery took a step to the side. Valkyrie’s lips parted in surprise and Tanith raised her brows. She had found out about Skulduggery being Lord Vile back in the Leibniz Universe already. And she had managed to make the correct conclusions. Skulduggery was Lord Vile. In every universe. In every story ever told, in every horrible memory kept, in every encounter made. It had been Skulduggery in that armor. That was his biggest, darkest secret. And Tanith had kept it. She knew, Valkyrie had been keeping it, too. Probably for a lot longer than she had. 

Yet, here they were. The last of the Dead Men were bleeding on the floor and Dexter couldn’t jump to the conclusion. He couldn’t. He had always been the smartest of them all. The most reasonable and thoughtful - despite his (former) tendency to crack jokes and take life lightly. He had loved his friends so deeply, so profoundly. All of them. Anton, Ghastly, Larrikin, even Erskine, Skulduggery. 

Saracen…

And he had lost all of them. He had loved them and he had lost them. What remained was his friendship with Skulduggery. He cared about Valkyrie and Tanith. But it wasn’t the same. With the Dead Men he’d fought evil, he’d survived on less than one could survive on, he’d suffered for them, with them. Now they were all gone. Only Skulduggery remained. Only Skulduggery. Who had now been in the armor of Lord Vile. 

That could not be. Dexter didn’t allow the conclusions to arise. He pushed them down, down, down. They were coming right back up, forcing him to puke, forcing him to acknowledge them, to see what was true. What always had been true. The way Skulduggery had betrayed them, had tried to murder them, had fought against them. The way he had made them suffer. The cause of the worst kind of nightmares, the reason why Dexter had spent nights awake, hunching in the shadows to protect his crew, scared Lord Vile might come and wreak havock on them all. It had been Skulduggery. The root of so much pain and anger. The reason for war, for loss, for grief. 

Dexter’s hysterical laughter stopped. He took in deep, hard breaths. With a wavering smile he stared into the shadow to make out Skulduggery’s shape. „Lord Vile, ha! That could be hilarious, if it weren’t so fucking disturbing!“ 

He waited for a comment, for a snort, anything that reminded him of the Skulduggery he’d known. He needed to hear that, to see that. He was starting to feel sicker and sicker, the longer the awful silence remained. Valkyrie’s horrified eyes were piercing through him, Tanith’ creased forehead and lowered chin worried him, Skulduggery’s frozen shape didn’t allow relief to flood his stomach. 

„Dexter…“ the husky, morbid voice from the shadow said. The despair in Skulduggery’s tone forced Valkyrie to close her eyes. The physical pain in her gut was almost too much. She could barely keep herself on her feet. Tears threatened to slip out from between her tightly shut lids. 

Dexter’s face turned pale again. So pale. His blue eyes, once so bright and glinting, now lost all their color. It looked like the conclusion had been dropped into the deep blue oceans of his eyes and was now slowly sinking to the bottom. Like a disease. Like a poison. Killing everything on its way down. Hope, love, trust, admiration. What was left was two cold, colorless ponds, haunted and emptied of life. 

Skulduggery was Lord Vile.

From his eyes the disease spread. His face distorted into a mask of pain. The slow inundation of his features broke Tanith’s heart, made it explode like a glass made from crystal. She pushed her fists against her stomach to keep herself whole. Otherwise she might have just as well copied her heart’s desire to dissolve. 

The tears came faster than his anger. 

Silently they fell. 

Valkyrie pressed her hands against her lips. She saw Dexter in front of her, that last rest of the man he used to be. She saw the cold, dead eyes, the tears streaming down his face, his lips slightly trembling, as he stayed still like a statue. 

Skulduggery dropped his head, his hat covering the bones of his face. There was nothing he could say, there was nothing he could do to make this up to his old friend. This was it. 

Dexter gulped hard and moved his hands to his cheeks. With one swipe he got rid of his tears. Then he looked down at his knees, his jaw clenched hard enough to make the bone pop. It was starting.

It already crackled between his fingers. 

His magic wanted to take matters in its own hands. The energy was throbbing in his chest. It looked like a lighting heart that shot the blood through his veines. 

All that grief, all that impossible pain he saw himself faced with needed an outlet. 

The next time he looked up at Skulduggery, the cold ponds of his eyes were glowing blue. 

Skulduggery immediately grabbed Valkyrie’s arm and hauled her behind himself, he meant to grab for Tanith, too, but Dexter suddenly let out a herat-wrenching howl and uncotrollable blue energy sparks flew between Tanith and Skulduggery. She gasped in shock and threw herself against the wooden bars of the window to get out of their way. 

„DEXTER!!!“ Valkyrie screamed when a loud windy noise started to accompany the growth of the energy turmoiling in Dexter’s chest. Tears were blurring her sight. She wanted to run to him, but Sulduggery caught her around the waist and wrestled her to the floor.

„NOO! I NEED TO HELP HIM! HE NEEDS HELP!“ 

„YOU CAN’T HELP HIM, VAL!! NOBODY CAN!“ 

Valkyrie wailed in agony as she saw Dexter lose more and more control over his own magic. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain, only to open them again with panic. He clutched his hands to his chest and tried to curl in on himself, but that seemed to only cause him even more pain. He threw his head against the wall. The windy noise turned louder. Dexter’s eyes were shining with an almost white light now from the energy building up behind them. 

Skulduggery held Valkyrie’s head down with his gloved hands and stared at his old friend. He saw what he had done to him. He saw what the revelation of his past crimes meant to Dexter. He saw how he had betrayed him in the darkest way possible. And all he could do now was stare at the anguish and heartbreak that threatened to tear Dexter apart. 

Tanith cried out, when the energy in Dexter’s core came to its ultimate expansion. She threw herself to the ground and covered her head in the same way Skulduggery was covering Valkyrie’s. 

The sound Dexter made when his grief exploded in a destructive energetic wave was the cry of a tormented soul, already in hell, already right inside the burning flames. 

Valkyrie screamed when her eardrums shattered, Skulduggery felt a myriad of cracks tear through his bones. Tanith’ head slammed to the ground and blood started trickling from her nose, her eyes, her ears. And when the house shattered around them, they fell and their arms and legs got squashed under the roof, the walls, the wood. And when it was all over they remained motionless under the weight of what Skulduggery had done. Because he was the one who had committed all of Lord Vile’s crimes. What Valkyrie had been able to forgive, because she hadn’t enlived it, had ripped the heart out of Dexter’s chest. 

When they found him, his eyes had dissolved into smoke, blood running down his cheeks. His ribs were deformed and had managed to tear through his skin in two spots. His chest was perforated from energy streaks that had been so forceful they had shot through his skin like bullets. Valkyrie fell on her knees before him and cradled his head on her shoulder, holding on to him until the healers arrived. Because he was alive. 

But all three of them knew when he woke up he would wish to be dead. 

[dolldirector]

Fallen Realm Playlist Masterpost

Big infodump under the read more, if you like my OCs and/or agree with my flawless music taste this should be interdasting

1. MUSE - Thought Contagion

Vampire stuff, punk vibes, a nod to thriller, all of the above fit the mood of a FR show + the song is genuinely very good and I could see it being used on stage easily.

2. PAIN - Call Me

Absolute banger. But that's besides the point. I see this as being the bassist Jez/Jamie's song (with a side of Deuce as the second vocalist). Jez is a fairly quiet lad who generally keeps to himself but I always imagined that he’d be secretly very flirty and cheeky, but would mostly only really express it via music. I actually wrote a lil short story where most of FR's band (minus Rex and Isabella) find themselves in some dive bar after a show, and end up performing in the place of the no-show band that was meant to be there that night. That band ends up being the very same one that kicked Jez out, so it’s a bit of a revenge story for him. This short is on my discord by the by.

3. Emigrate - Eat You Alive

Oh boy, this is a strong one. Basically, just watch this video but pretend that Axl is Richard (the frontman). That’s it. That’s the explanation.

Being serious though, RZK is and always has been a huge influence for Axl's visual design, mannerisms and on-stage behaviours. On top of that, this is 100% the type of music he'd listen to, and the lyrics may as well just be plucked right outta his brain. Are the words meant to be aimed at Valeriya in a threatening way? Or is it a cheeky flirt with Trinity? Both? Neither? We’ll never know.

Also, completely unrelated I’m sure, here’s a wip you may or may not be able to force me to finish on stream via channel points soon...

4. Axel One - Out of the Dark

Can't exactly say much about this one cause it's spoilers, but I will say it's less about the song itself and more about the video, and that it does concern the one FR character who is already dead when the story begins.

5. Lord of the Lost - Raining Stars

Just seems to me like a real good song to perform to. I can imagine seeing acrobatic stunts in slow-mo to this track. That’s it for this one, just “I just think they’re neat”. Gorgeous song and video by an amazing band anyway though.

6. Oomph! - Supernova

Kinda the same deal as the Emigrate song, you can just insert Axl into this one in Dero’s place, along with Jez, Vlad, and Thatch. Once again the style and lyrics fit him perfectly, and this one earns bonus points since Dero is actually Axl's canon voiceclaim - specifically in this era of Oomph!’s music too.

7. Die Kreatur - Kälter als der Tod

At the risk of this thread becoming Oops All Axl TM - AH YES. This one is perfect for the point where Axl finally gets the fuck over himself, and stops being horrible to Vlad because of guitar jealousy, and they become bros.

Realistically, I doubt that Vlad - the clueless human vampire fanatic - will ever realise that Axl is a real actual vampire, but he'd be so glad that they seem to have this ~shared interest~ in them, and he'd by hyped as heck to do a performance like this with his guitar buddy. By the way, Vlad wonders to himself, isn’t it odd that he’s never seen Axl putting his fake fangs in?? Weird

As for the girl on the altar, there are a couple ideas I’ve toyed with. Random audience member for fun. Trinity but Axl gets mad jealous even though he thought and said he wouldn't. (No sharing!! Not even for jokes.) Valeriya but the poor thing is scared to the point of tears because this is just a little too close to a real experience for her and Vlad just can't figure out why. Axl insists she’s just being dramatic. Rex has to rescue her because she’s too shy to put her foot down.

Or perhaps Isabella would wanna join in, but she can't take it seriously and keeps laughing which just causes a chain reaction every time with even Axl cracking a smile. There are like a million cut takes now. Send help.

All in all a fun crossover to think about.

8. Adelitas Way - Still Hungry

This one is just Diesel’s anthem. This is the story of a young punk who can’t stop, won’t stop, never gives up and needs more. Right kinda music for him too.

9. MONO INC. - Shining Light

100% a full-cast song. I feel like the lyrics apply to a number of different things about various members of the circus' backstories, and their found family vibe together - if you think about them in super vague terms, at least. I liked to consider the vocals a duet between Rex and Isabella, being the two singers, but there are a couple lines that are kinda too adult for Bella and would make the duet sorta odd so ehhh 90% of it can be that, let’s say. (This is baring in mind that Isabella is an orphaned minor and Rex is like a father figure for her - as he kinda is for many of the members of the circus)

I also did a doodle of this. This one will also be on the force-me-to-work-on-this-WIP-live pile.

9.5. Lacrimosa - Lichtgestalt a.k.a the original version of Shining Light

Same song, just German and carrying a much darker, creepier tone. It fits in new, fun ways.

10. Oomph! - Viel zu Tief

OOPS ALL AXL TM

Lyrics are very important for this one. Once again, music is the right style, Dero is still his voiceclaim, and Axl actually speaks German in canon (and NO I didn’t do that just so Oomph! songs fit him better, shUT UP)

11. Pet Shop Boys - It’s a Sin

Bit out of left field for this playlist, sure, but with all the controversy and extremely shakey morals in FR's world and with its characters, this one just seems fitting. Plus I'd want em to cover it for a show. Banger.

Honorable mention goes to Ghost’s cover of this song. I don’t even listen to Ghost but my reaction upon finding out this exists was like “lmao yes, of course, why wouldn’t they”.

This song in general I associate instinctively with Vlad, purely because its 80s and campy and I feel like he’d be the type to listen to Ghost.

12. Destiny Potato - Lunatic

Very strongly feel this is a performance song featuring Isabella. This song fits the character - and in particular her tragic backstoryTM pretty well. I’d even go so far as to say the singer would be a pretty good voiceclaim for her if her voice wasn’t meant to be more robotic in canon. This is pretty close to what I imagine, though. Strong n sweet.

13. Nightwish - I Want My Tears Back

One of the first songs I imagined to go well with stage performances. This one for sure would be a duet between Rex and Isabella.

Plus at about 3:10 there's a long solo with a bit of back-and-forth between the guitar and hurdy gurdy (I think?) that I could 100% see Axl and Vlad doing on guitar and keytar respectively.

14. Lord of the Lost - Drag Me To Hell

Yeah this one is just Axl @ his ex

15. Lindemann - Steh Auf!

Bleib nicht liegen, es wär schade - Zirkus ist heut in der Stadt

So, this would be from Isabella’s perspective. Did I mention she was orphaned? Yeah. I guess this one is a little dark.

16. Otetsu & GUMI - Disordered Self-Restraint Girl

The song itself seems to be the story of a child who is trying to coax their parent/guardian into getting up and doing things, not realising that parent had passed away from a drug overdose. Drugs isn’t the way Isabella’s parents died, but the rest of the song fits that part of her backstory imo. Plus, it’s German, and Isabella is German, so yay!

Uh oh, vocaloid.

For a long time I've associated this one with Valeria, and her feelings towards the circus in the early days. After she's accidentally turned by Axl, Val gets effectively kidnapped by FR, taken in before she can even regain consciousness and completely against her will, since it would be incredibly irresponsible of them to just leave a fresh new vampire out in the world so they kinda don't have a choice. While she eventually finds her place and elects to stay after some time has passed, there was a period of time where she definitely would have felt trapped.

This is without even going into the fact that she's now stuck travelling and living with her would-be murderer, and - due to the fact that half of the circus don't even know non-humans exist, let alone what actually happened to Valeria - many of the people around her don't seem to care, or simply do not understand why she's so scared and stressed. It leaves her, at times, feeling like she could be killed tomorrow and nobody would give a shit.

Showtime, katanamochi bunbun furimawashi kubi kara ue hanetobashite mo - ashita ni nareba minna motodoori, waratte yurushite

Translation: Showtime, even if a sword wielder slices my head and makes it fly off, tomorrow everything continues as usual, smiling, forgiving

(Don't worry, in reality Rex, Diesel, and Thatch are there for her & understand the shit she's going through. I promise the folks in the circus do actually care. It's just hard for her to see it in this period of time.)

(There will almost definitely be more songs and doodles added here in the future, but for now that’s all folks!)

[prairiesongserial]

12.11

Val didn’t speak for the rest of the boat ride. He just lay there in the bottom of the boat, occasionally groaning. The way his eyes fluttered open and shut was the only real indication that he was still conscious. That was probably for the best. Johannes hadn’t understood what the hell Val had been trying to say before, about not actually being a priest, and he certainly didn’t feel up to deciphering it. Not at the same time as rowing, anyway.

“I don’t suppose you know what kind of drug they gave you,” Johannes said aloud, and was unsurprised to get no reply. He paused his hands on the oars, waited for the muscles in his arms to stop burning just a little bit, then continued. “Well, I doubt it will kill you, if it hasn’t yet. And you only had a sip. One time in Manhattan, I drank -”

The boat interrupted him by suddenly and abruptly lurching forward and stopping. The oars stopped as well. Johannes pushed at them, then realized they were trying to work their way through sand. The boat had run aground on the beach of the mainland.

“Finally,” Johannes said, and let go of the oars. His hands hurt from gripping the wood, maybe more than his arms hurt from rowing, and he thought he wouldn’t be surprised to find them blistered tomorrow. He’d have to wrap them for the next few days, and that was going to be a mess when it came to knife-throwing and picking pockets.

Johannes got to his feet, and was pleased when the boat barely wobbled. He bent down, then, and thrust his arms underneath Val's, lifting Val’s limp body like he might drag a corpse. To be fair, Val was basically no more than a corpse at this point, even if he was dubiously conscious. The dead weight was hard to move - Val was so big - and Johannes struggled, nearly falling on his ass as he tried to get out of the boat. He sunk his feet into the sand and readjusted his grip, lacing his fingers together on Val’s sternum.

“I don’t feel good,” Val said, his voice very small.

“I bet you don’t,” Johannes grunted. He braced himself, and finally hauled Val out of the boat, Val’s ankles and shoes catching the lip of the boat for just a moment before Johannes hoisted him the rest of the way over.

Val squirmed away from Johannes the moment his feet were touching the sand. He was even more of a mess than he had been in the boat. The hair on half of Val’s head was singed, and his clothes were literally falling apart at the seams. The priest collar Johannes had given him was long gone, and his shirt was now a rag that barely clung to his skin, the last of it scraped almost completely away by Johannes’s efforts to drag Val out of the boat. The bandages that Johannes had glimpsed around Val’s stomach earlier now hung open, dirty layers peeled away to reveal tender, bruised flesh.

Johannes stepped closer, reaching out a hand instinctively to try and touch Val. He wondered if the bruises were from something the cult had done, or from the ropes that had been tying Val to the stake - but then he saw the two small arms stretching and squirming their way out of the bandages, and understood.

“You’re hiding your mutation like that?” Johannes asked, still reaching out, now trying to pull the bandages away. Part of him felt numb with realization.

Val’s eyes narrowed, like he was about to say something in response. Instead, he took a step backwards, then promptly turned and vomited into the ocean.

Johannes stared. His mouth had already been half-open in anticipation of an argument, but he had begun to think better of arguing with someone who was in the middle of throwing up. He stopped thinking better of it when Val immediately rounded on him again.

“It’s none of your business,” Val said, stepping out of the water and back towards Johannes. There was more clarity in his expression than there had been a moment ago, and his eyes were a searing sort of purple, like a broken-open gemstone. “I -”

He doubled over, and threw up again. It was mostly liquid. It stained the sand a deep red, and Johannes felt his own stomach clench for a moment before he realized that the color came from the poisoned wine.

“You know,” Johannes said, while Val was still vomiting, “you never thanked me for saving your life.”

Val looked up, hair hanging in his eyes, his hands braced on his knees. He was drenched with sweat and sea water, and the intensity in his gaze hadn’t banked, not even while he was being sick.

“You,” he said, drops of spit flying from his lips, becoming red flecks in the sand, “are the most infuriating person I know.”

Johannes grinned. He couldn’t help it. This was not the first time he had heard such a sentiment. It seemed very likely to him that it wouldn’t be the last, either.

“I did save your life, though,” he said.

“You should have left me there,” Val spat back at him, finally straightening back up to his full height. He was taller than Johannes, even more so now that Johannes didn’t have shoes on. Johannes tried to make eye contact, but his gaze kept dropping lower, drawn by the movement of the arms on Val’s stomach.

“You think I would do that?” Johannes asked, turning his back on the ocean to start heading for the truck. Hopefully Val would follow him without being prompted, because he doubted he could drag Val down the beach now that he was conscious and angry. “Just wash my hands of it and let those schmucks burn you at the stake? I told you and your friends that you were under my protection. Be pretty shitty of me to let you die, preacher.”

“Don’t call me that again,” Val snapped. He had caught up to Johannes and was now walking alongside of him, his face furrowed into a sour look. He was holding his bandages together over his stomach, though they fell apart in his hands the more he tried to adjust them.

“Because you’re not a preacher?” Johannes asked, watching Val out of the corner of his eye.

Val glared back at him. “Because I told you not to call me that.”

“Well, you should’ve told me you weren’t really a preacher before we got here,” Johannes said, a little smugly.

Val sputtered. Johannes wondered if the argument was going to end there, but the longer the pause stretched on, the more dangerous it felt. They walked side by side in silence for seconds that felt like hours, until Val finally exploded, throwing his hands out to his sides.

“You should’ve told me we were going to see a Catholic-hating horse cult!”

“I didn’t know!” Johannes threw his hands up to match. He was feeling about as sweaty as Val looked, and his headband had ceased being any help at all when it came to holding his hair back from falling in his face. His arms hurt from rowing, his legs hurt from running, and he was pretty sure he’d inhaled more smoke than was strictly healthy. “How was I supposed to know that the Catholics or Methodists or whoever I thought was here got, what, murdered by a cult? How could I have possibly drawn that conclusion?”

“You could learn to recognize a fucking Christian! Any Christian!” Val shouted back at him - and they were shouting now, though Johannes couldn’t say who had started it. Both were winded from struggling to walk across the hot sand at a pace any quicker than a slow amble, and both were gesticulating wildly to make up for the time they spent catching their breath between sentences.

“I thought they were Christian! They were very excited about the - what do you call it, the Eucharist.”

“They were also very excited about burning me to death!”

“Well, excuse me for not noticing the island where they burn people to death any sooner,” Johannes said, making a conscious effort to lower his voice back to a normal speaking volume. He stole another look at Val. “You really shouldn’t bind your stomach like that.”

“I told you to leave it alone,” Val said. The way his voice sharpened every time the argument circled back around to his bandages spoke volumes on how little he wanted to talk about it.

“I don’t see why you bind it at all,” Johannes said. He couldn’t help it. He hadn’t known Val was a mutant, and he didn’t understand why Val had bothered hiding it, why he went to such painful lengths to look normal. “Nobody in the circus would care.”

“I would care.” Val’s voice was strained, and a little petulant.

“Why?”

“Because I would,” Val said. “Because what I...have isn’t like your hair, or an extra eye, or a tail. It’s something I’m able to hide, and it’s not something people enjoy looking at, so it’s better if I hide it.”

“I don’t like to look at it because it looks like it hurts,” Johannes said, pointedly. The starbursts of color on Val’s stomach were gruesome, he thought, especially the places where the small, soft arms had fresh, bruised purple laid over older yellow.

Val was quiet for a long moment, still holding the bandages together near his stomach. They spilled out from the gaps between his fingers, discolored by smoke and ash, twisting where the wind caught them. Johannes watched him carefully, but Val didn’t speak until they had wound their way all the way back to the truck.

“It does hurt,” Val said, finally. He dropped his hands to his sides, bandages trailing against the ground. He leaned against the door to the truck, wincing as the hot metal touched his bare back. “Can you take me home, please?”

12.10 || 12.12 

[thatsdemko]

Somebody to you-C.McCarthy

CHAPTER NINE

A/N: aah look what it is!

Monday rolled around faster than Valerie expected. She already hated seeing everywhere people promoting themselves and their partner to vote for them. She and case opted not to put up posters or even post about it not wanting to be obnoxious and pleading for people’s votes.

“So do you think you’re going to win?” Chelsea, the girl her brother had been really into for the past month, asked watching a girl put her poster up, “probably not.” She shrugged seeing the boys all come in now.

“Why would say that? Come on, I’m voting for you, jacks voting for you, Alex is voting for you, Fran is voting for you, and so are your friends! Come on, you’ll win.” Chelsea tried to shed positivity about homecoming court, but she and case already knew they didn’t stand a chance with the four year long couple running and the football cheerleader relationships. She knew case was only picked because he’s attractive, and she was only picked for a joke.

“I doubt it, case and I have to campaign today for video announcements.” She groaned, Chelsea laughed, the boys finally making it up to where they were, “can’t be horrible?”

“Can’t be horrible? We have to find a reason why people should vote for us, the only thing we have as n NHL prospect and a dumbass.” She pointed at case and then at herself.

“You could use that both play hockey, ever think about that?” Jack asked wrapping an arm around Chelsea, “you play?” The question came at all different times overwhelming her.

“Used to. I quit last year.”

“Wow a Hughes quit hockey? That’s so weird to hear.” Alex chuckled pretending to play along, she rolled her eyes, Alex being the only one to really have known the full reason of why she quit, things were getting too hard and drama about her and Ryan filled the locker room everyday.

“Why’d you quit?” Case asked, she shook her head starting to walk away, “we have to go.” She said and case nodded following her saying his goodbyes.

“Why did she quit?”

“Nobody really knows.”

“Yeah, nobody knows.” Alex lied, watching Valerie and case walk down the hall until they took a turn and the two were no longer there.

“Alex, I can’t take it! For the past month I have gone into the locker room and they talk about me! They even have a signal to stop when I get there! It’s too much!” She sobbed, Alex holding her close to him assuring her things would get better.

“Val, you can’t quit. You love hockey.”

“Not when there’s gossip going around about if I slept with Ryan and others from my brothers team. I hate this! I’m turning in my jersey tomorrow.”

Alex sighed, pressing a kiss to her hair, “okay, will Ryan go with you?”

“Yeah he will.”

—

“I had no idea you guys were dating.”

“Oh we‘re not.” They both said at the same time laughing, the girl giving them both a look and case went to explain, “I have a girlfriend.”

She smirked laughing, “Is her name Valerie?” Which resulted in cases eyes to go wide shaking his head, “no! Umm no Valerie is a friend she’s just a friend we decided to run together.”

“You guys would make a cute couple, what a shame.”

“Yeah but we aren’t.” Valerie replies to make sure she got the message, she nodded, her and her boyfriends time to go, you looked at Case seeing him throw on the USA jersey, “what are you doing?”

“What? I know girls like it if they know ntdp’s go to their school. Here.” He tossed her one of his jerseys from his backpack and she threw it on.

“What are you going to say?”

“I don’t know, I’ll make something up we are the last to go.” He said ushering a couple in front of the two, she laughed taking the rose from one of the student council members playing with her hair.

“Well come up with something not cheesy.”

“I’ll figure it out just stand there and look pretty, which shouldn’t be hard to do.”

—

The whole day the two wore the jerseys, Valerie getting questioned by her own brother while he filled out the ballot only voting for Valerie and case, “I don’t like that. Can you change?”

“No, by court rules I have to wear this all day today, and it really smells. Perfume can’t fix it.” She held up one of the sleeves that was way too big and he smelt it making a face, “he could’ve at least washed it before giving it to you, see I wouldn’t have done that.”

“No, you would have.” She pointed for him to leave so the next person could vote seeing it was Alex, “hi, McCarthy.”

“Shut up and vote, turcs.”

“Damn, maybe I don’t want to vote for you anymore.”

“whatever I don’t care.” She said and Alex handed her the paper back motioning for her to step aside and she did so.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I have some news it’s either good or bad, Jack didn’t want anyone to tell you, but I know how much he still means to you,” Alex rambled, Valerie felt her anxiety start to skyrocket, “Alex, what’s going on?”

“Ryan’s coming home. He’s staying with Cole for his long weekend here, he said he really wanted to see you, but he knows homecoming is this weekend.” He explained, her heart sinking to her stomach feeling her knees go weak, of course out of all weekends Ryan could come home he chose this one.

“I—wow.”

“I can tell Cole if you don’t want to see him—“

“No, umm I do. When is he coming?”

“He leaves Wednesday to get here on Thursday. You sure you want to see him?” Alex asked, she nodded a pushing a slightly fake smile on her face, “I do, just don’t tell jack.”

“I won’t, I’ll drive you after school on Thursday.”

“Ryan Siedem? Thought you two broke up?” She heard an unfamiliar voice from behind her turning around to see one of jacks “friends” that sat at his table with him. Valerie and her didn’t get along well considering she told Valerie off that just because her family was “famous” didn’t mean she got to be popular like Jack.

“Mind your own fucking business. This isn’t your cup of tea to sip out of.”

[josukesonsen]

Asks are now open after what seemed to be decades. I’m in a real shithole with life right now but I’m gonna decide to finally get my ass off and do hcs for you patient kittens

shit feels unfair but things weren't fair to begin with haha but thank you for everyone who has been incredibly patient with me and this hcs blog. It literally hurts to breathe right now but I will do my best to finally provide content that you guys have been waiting for.