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hockybish · 4 months

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Online Sibling Night

l hughes!sister au l lola hughes l masterlist l

Once or twice a month the three of them tried to some sort video call. Since it was the night before the game between the Ducks and Canucks in Vancouver, Lola got hang out with Quinn while Luke called in from New Jersey. Tonight it was Lola's choice on what they did, and she chose Spa Night.

"Which one?" Lola held two different face masks out for Quinn to choose from.

Quinn, not really caring which one she put on his face, picked the one in the blue package. Lola handed it to him. He was about to open the thing and apply it to his face, but Lola stopped him, insisting that he needed to pin his hair back with a plush headband that she had just flung at him.

"Are you two ready yet? I feel like I've been waiting for forever!" Luke piped up, tired of watching and waiting for his sibling to be ready. He already had his hair pushed back and a face mask on.

"Hush you, it's not my fault Quintin has issues"

"I don't have issues!"

"Yes you do." The two younger siblings chimed in at the same time. Quinn glared at them, threatening to call Ellen for ganging up on him, because it's not fair.

Once they all had their masks on Lola set the timer for 20 minutes and they got to catching up on what's been going on with them. Lola talked about a boy named Robbie, who was news to both her brothers, and Quinn informed them about a teacher he was seeing.

Lola was going to ask Luke about that one girl he had feelings for, but they got interrupted by Jack coming home, so Luke had to scurry off to his room. Quinn and Lola took the opportunity to quick make a noodle dish for dinner.

"Lukey, what about that one girl? What's her name? Did she like the new camera?" Lola took a big bite of noodles. She was the one to give Luke the idea to get her a new one.

"Who Maisie?" The thought of the cute photographer who worked for the Devils brought small smile to his face. Luke forgot he had told Bah about her and what he did "No, she gave it back. She uh told me that I can't buy her forgiveness"

Jack had notice Luke acting weird since he had gotten home. He had ran off to his room as soon as Jack got home and had been in there pretty much ever since, aside from the few times he's come out to get snacks.

He was curious to say the least. At some point in time he went to Luke's room and held his ear to door, trying to hear anything. Only thing he could really make out was a laugh he didn't recognize.

"Never have I ever slept with a siblings friends or teammates" Quinn smirked knowing he was about to get Luke because of that one time he dated Lola's bestie/teammate, to his surprise Lola put down a finger as well.

"Okay Lu, your turn." She wanted the game to move along, before either one of them could comment on what she just did.

"Wait a minute Luke" Quinn stopped Luke from speaking and addressed the girl sitting next to him. "Clem, who did you sleep with."

"No one. No one. I didn't sleep with anyone" She played it off by trying to put her ring finger back up. "I just put it down for funsies."

"No. You slept with someone, tell us who or at least which one of us is friends with the guy" Lola was still quiet, how do you say you slept with least favorite brother's best friend.

"Oh god not him" Quinn groaned "anybody but him"

"Who?" Luke still confused.

She spilled the name just as the door to Luke's room opened and Jack appeared in the door frame. Lola was completely embarrassed when she heard Jack talking as Luke was pushing him out and locking the door.

"I think I'm gonna go now. I should get back to the hotel and get some sleep." She looked around for her things she brought over.

"No Bah, I'm sorry, I thought I had locked the door. Don't go! We can play another game or something. Please."

"Yeah I think I have that one game Wavelength? We can play that."

Lola agreed to stay for a while longer, after Luke reassured Jack wasn't going to be popping up anymore.

#lola hughes #hughes!sister au #quinn hughes #luke hughes

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dxckgrxsonx · 2 years

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Hi Ella <3

Anyway I'm finding it so asioduhsjfhbefg funny how you brought uo ex bf!Dick Grayson and suddenly you summoned like a whole new clan of unhinged filthy feral people and we're all like hngnhnghngngnh

Man I don't even read that much Dick Grayson smut (I'm more of a Jason Todd person yknow) and yet huisdbefuherguhjgfuij i need it so bad right now like holy shit the idea of him just teasing you abt it non stop like if you get a new bf and then you break up and he's all pouty and teasing and all "aww, poor thing, was his dick not good enough for you? I bet it wasn't. You know no one can give you everything I did," and opijdhbfndf its like every time you promise yourself you won't ever go to him, never ever ever, and yet after a break up for a hard day or smth you someway somehow find yourself outside his apartment or at the Titans Tower or smth (i know this is Titan's Dick Grayson but I gave up on that show so forgive me for any inaccuracies) anyway and he always knows you'll come back and he's always ready for you siduhfbgvdf

like sure there may not be any feelings attached but god damn Dick Grayson may be wrong about a lot of things, and he's an asshole, but he knows exactly how to mess with your body and how to have you screaming and moaning so fucking loud and hdbcnjsdufhjoeifgh

anyway.

obv now im thinking abt this instead of doing work.

thanks <3

-Clem

Clem I’m going to fucking bite you!!

You can’t say stuff like this to me 😩 his dick so good you can’t help but going back for more. And he knows it!! HHhhh. Smug, cocky bastard!! Motherfucker knows you can’t help it and delights in tormenting you about it when he’s balls deep inside you.

“Just can’t help yourself, huh? How long do you think you’ll last this time before crawling back?”

He’s so mean about it but it’s truuueeeeee 😭😭

#thanks I’m dead #dead in the ground #pls tell me more #I am biting ur whole arm rn #this isn’t fair u know I’m weak for dick grayson #dick grayson x reader smut #asks #answered #fandxmslxt69 #friends 💕

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blair-the-juggalho · 1 year

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Twdg + Clem when they walk in on their SO working out and they’re mad sweaty👀😂

Si Si I hope this will do! Btw all these are SFW!

TWDG Ericsson gang + clem walking in on their S/O working out

Clementine

She opened the door and wasn’t too fazed but still blushed a bit

“Oh…having fun there?”

She loses any form of conversational skills and goes back to the basics

Nothing but awkward small talk

She eventually leaves and pretend that nothing ever happened

“So how was your work out?”

Violet

She’s very flustered

She gets all bushy and congratulations you on your athleticism

Then she speed walks away

You can shout down the haul all you want but she refuses to turn back

She doesn’t really talk to you or anyone through out the day

You, tenn, and the others try to talk to her but she gives the most bluntest responses ever

Don’t take it the wrong way though

She just doesn’t know what to do

Mitch

At first he’s very embarrassed

But then he gets over it kinda

He tries and brushes it off though

“Oh your working out? Bet you dessert that I can do more push ups then you.”

Before you can ever respond man already did 23 push ups

He’s always staring at the ground so you don’t see his red ass face lmao

Marlon

Man opens the door and is stunned

“Wow.”

You look up and he’s staring at you in awe

He regains his focus and just compliments you

“You nearly done or do you want me to leave?”

He may seem chill how ever it’s all an act

He is internally dying fr fr

Louis

As soon as he walks through the door, he just stares in silence

“Well someone’s been busy.”

He makes a joke before sitting down somewhere

“I’d join in too but my huge biceps are aching already.”

He’d flex his muscles too lmao

When you where done he’d give you a hug and then make a joke

“Well someone needs a towel.”

Even though he’s joking I give you full permission to kick that man gentle in the shins <3

Aasim

He’s very embarrassed

Instant regret kicked in

“Oh shit your working out…right well um I’ll be off then…”

He RUNS away

He’s totally embarrassed and won’t talk to anyone

You try and talk to him after but all he says is

“Yeh…did you remember to shower after.”

You punch him in the arm for that.

Please forgive him though he’s just processing everyone

Omar

He walks in and is just shocked

“Oh! If I knew you where going to be working out I would’ve made you some extra food.”

He still just kinda stares at you and is all flustered

You asking him what he’s still doing here and he comes back down to earth

He apologise and leaves

He stares off into space while he’s cooking and just kinda replays the whole memory

He feels so embarrassed lmao

Ruby

This girl didn’t know what to do

She was just sat there for a moment thinking

“Ah right, your busy…keep up the good work and remember to not out do yourself!”

She’s kinda blushing but pretending that everything’s normal

She acts pretty normal afterwards but will make a joke about you being all smelly and sweaty lmao

Brody

This girl was emotionally stirred up lmao

She walked in and her face went red

“Hey, hun!- ohh shoot!”

She then awkwardly stands there for a few seconds just admiring you

“Well um I’m going to go, keep up the good work and the towels and deodorant are in the top drawer…”

She’s never going to forget that moment lmao

#twdg #twdg x reader #twdg mitch #the walking dead game #twdg louis #twdg marlon #twdg omar #twdg ruby #twdg violet #twdg aasim #twdg clementine

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dragynkeep · 11 months

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The worse thing to constantly think about TWDG is that characters consistency are shit when they're not Clem. Kenny has a very strong character when it comes to people he loves (will always cry when he leave for Clem and AJ to live) but he's...a lot, Lily remained strong even when losing her father and pulled through for everyone....but she would willingly mutilate a child, so much of their personalities are weird af and I wish Telltale was a bit more consistent with them

I don't think it's much a consistency issue as it is just missing the middle man, and also the two examples being wholely unlikeable outside of S1. But what gets me is that the way they're treated by the actual writers and story.

Both are unlikeable, but Kenny is constantly fucking babied by the narrative and the fandom, to the point where you're constantly expected to side with him and the arguable best endings are his. He either is treated as this dad figure that Clementine can't bear to leave, or he's the hero who, despite all his flaws, sacrificed his own safety so that Clementine and AJ had somewhere to live peacefully.

Compare that to the alone ending, where it's heavily pushed that Clementine is now forever changed and it's sad to survive on her own, which it is. Or the Jane endings were Clementine is either shown to be a heartless survivor like Jane, or her trust in new people is misplaced because they end up bad.

Nevermind that Kenny is abusive, racist, stupid and just downright hostile in S2, I hated every second he was on screen because he didn't need to be there. His arc was done! He learned to forgive the boy who got his family killed and sacrificed himself so that Ben didn't have to feel pain! It was good!

And I'm sorry, but Lilly was nowhere near as bad as Kenny in S1. The worst thing she did was shoot Carley/Doug after snapping, and if we're supposed to ignore Kenny wanting to abandon Ben to die in Episode 4, far more painfully I might add, then I'm sure the game can push us to be understanding to this.

Except oh wait, S4 brought her back and after Episode 2, just made her into Evil Woman who mutilates kids. I didn't even mind Lily being an antagonist at first, Episode 2 did great imo in fleshing her out through her relationship to Clementine, giving her a good characteristic that made Lilly more nuanced.

Until they just gave up and most of the fandom decided she was EvilTM. Kenny is good ol Uncle Kenny who might have said slurs and beat a kid half to death, but Lilly is pure EvilTM.

The way this series treated these two characters make me wanna cry.

Kenny apologists do NOT interact, I will pour cement in your water pipes.

#twdg #twdg critical #kenny critical #lily critical #answered #luke.txt #im sorry i dont stan the ugly racist who feels like he would also call me homophobic slurs

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cleric4vampire · 3 months

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21, 22 and 30 for your durge c:

thank you so much!! <3

21. What are 2-3 songs that your Dark Urge would relate to?

You are a hero to me for asking this hahaha I already answered it but this is the perfect excuse to ramble on about more songs 😌 When theorizing or writing about durge!Aune, I choose to characterize the Dark Urge as a mostly seperate entity that exists within her. (I love how there are so many different ways for different players to envision the Urge itself, whether it's an external being or synonymous with your character.) Since waking on the beach, Aune is pretty damn traumatized by her violent thoughts and desires. Her method of coping with it is to seperate her conscious thought from this entity. (Of course, that comes with a whole host of problems as well.) She spends the journey constantly questioning if there really is this malign force inside of her, or if it's just been her the entire time. When she's really lost in the sauce (so to speak lol; sauce in this case being blood), the two internal voices merge together as one. It's interesting because it seems "healthier" in a lot of ways; there's less discord and disconnect going on in her brain, at least until the ecstasy of the moment wears off. (An interesting conversation to be had about responsibility & guilt & exactly how much Durge is bound to their darker desires.) ANYWAAAYS here are some songs that I think encapsulate the above very well:

Honeywell by Clem Turner is what I imagine the Urge telling Aune soon after waking; an introduction of sorts, and a seductive pleading to let the Urge fully integrate with Aune. Mm, here I am to bring Psychosomatic freedom to your head May I be of service, newlywed? See me as a host to all your greatest dreams [...] I may not be of great design but I can offer some advice Keep yourself inside the ride or else you'll lose your mind [...] I may not be of stable mind But I can promise that you're mine Trust my voice inside your head Take me with you instead [...] May I be of use? May I creep into your open hand And bid you take me to the grave? [...] Get it through your pretty head Take me with you instead Forget her, she's gone Forgive me, dear stranger Now, turn me back on

The Culling by Chelsea Wolfe is when the border between Aune and the Urge are less discernible; I picture this as a conversation between the two except you don't know who is talking at any given time. (It's also a pretty good representation of how the Urge talks about/to Astarion.) Dead eyes, I only call you when you’re in my dreams Died too young, the culling then, it was obscene I am depleted by love I am depleted by love I’ll never tell the secrets of my family Bled out, a cult of anonymity The kettle is wheeling, my love Riding on the back of a hell they caused One ear to the ground One eye on the room My tongue on your pulse My finger in your wound Sweet dead eyes, I long to hear you again Sweet dead eyes, I long to see your face Sweet dead eyes, I long for that illustrious hiss Sweet dead eyes, I know you feel it No turning back, only God knows what we're headed for The flowers bloom, the sun rises

All Things Devour by aeseaes is Aune reflecting on the destruction the Urge leaves in its wake. Drying, dusty / Heart beside me Dead streets carving / Bitter bright wings Worms and spiders / Spin inside her Like the story / Make me holy This thing all things devours This thing all things devours Devours This thing, taker / Pollinator Starving flowers / Hear them howling (Yes, this song references Gollum's riddle on time!) I really like this one because it speaks on the inevitability of time, of death and decay — forces that are significant to Aune as a spore druid. But there's an ominous or gloomy quality to the song (to me, anyway). The repetition of "devours"; the significance of "taker"; the mention of "pollinator" is perhaps uplifting, but it is immediately replaced by the image of "'starving' flowers 'howling'". Aune is a servant to life, death, decay, and rebirth, meaning she has a unique outlook on things that others might find upsetting. But the Urge takes and takes and takes and gives nothing in return. There is no rebirth. It's unnatural and disruptive. She doesn't want to be the champion of wanton violence or the bringer of perverse death.

22. What first impression does your Dark Urge give off to strangers?

Scary, off-putting, intimidating, dark, sad. She's always wearing dark, muted colors, if not an outfit of all black. Aune's neutral expression is a scowl or a frown and she doesn't smile or laugh in public (at first, because she doesn't remember how; later, because she thinks it's too vulnerable). She's also got an aura about her that is just straight up unsettling (it's the spores). Most people are either intimidated or frightened of her, but if you move past that and spend five minutes around her, it doesn't take much to realize she's just a sad person/clearly suffering through something. (Aune is our precious little edgelord who is not really an edgelord; she doesn't know how to deal with her BIG feelings is all.)

30. What are your Dark Urge’s intentions/goals after the end of the game?

I'm still in Act Two so I have no idea! 😅 Hopefully there's some peace and happiness in her future...

#laughing at myself because I could just post the names of the songs and go #like a normal person #but lyric analysis is a beloved hobby of mine so unfortunately I gotta take it to 100 every time #oc: durge!aune

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miraplayssims · 1 year

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After the three young actors were done rehearsing, the woman with short hair walked up to Benjamin.

“I apologise for Tim. He’s really a nice fellow, he just fancies himself some sort of knight. At least in front of Eloise,” she smiled, “ironic, since I’m the one in armour. Anyhow, I’m Clementina.”

“I shouldn’t have intruded,” Benjamin apologised.

“You didn’t,” Clementina insisted, “we’re going to change out of our costumes, they’re horribly uncomfortable, but please join us for some food afterwards.”

Benjamin gladly accepted Clementina’s invitation and joined his newfound acquaintances by the campfire. After they had finished eating, Clementina struck up conversation.

“How old are you?” she asked, studying his face.

“Fourteen, miss,” he said.

“You’re young,” she chuckled, “and please, don’t call me miss. I know Clementina is a mouthful, you can call me Clem.”

“I will, thank you. My friends call me Ben,” Benjamin blushed, “how old are you?”

“Then so will I,” Clementina said, “I’m seventeen.”

“Are your parents with the circus as well?” Benjamin asked.

“They are! I was born in one of the caravans,” she said, “they’re not here yet, though.”

“Where are they?”

“Something happened with the cart carrying our tiger. Everyone stayed back to take care of it. Imagine the hullabaloo if a tiger got loose,” Clementina giggled, “but Tim, Eloise, some of our men and I were sent ahead to set up the tent and such. The men went back though, so it’s just the three of us for now.”

“Oh wow, a real life tiger?” Benjamin’s eyes widened, “that’s unbelievable!”

“I suppose,” Clementina shrugged, “I’ve grown up with all sorts of animals.”

“I wish I had as well,” Benjamin sighed.

“You sound like those two when I first met them,” Clementina gestured towards Tim and Eloise, “they joined us a while back. Classic story, star crossed lovers runs away together to join the circus.”

Benjamin was listening intently to Clementina’s stories when he suddenly realised he felt very tired. He had been so captivated by her warm eyes and the way her voice sounded like honey that he hadn’t noticed how late it had gotten.

“My God, what time is it?” he started, jumping up from his chair.

“By the shadows, I’d guess half past two?” Clementina said.

“I’ll never hear the end of this,” Benjamin muttered to himself, “forgive me, I have to fetch my sister from school… and then figure out an excuse so my mother won’t kill me.”

Benjamin held out his hand to bid Clementina goodbye.

“Nonsense!” she laughed before giving Benjamin a hug. He flinched, not used to getting that close with the fairer sex, not even Theodora.

“Well,” he said, unsure of what to do next, “goodbye for now!”

“You should come by again soon,” Clementina said.

Benjamin nodded before hurrying away, trying to hide his now red cheeks.

“You’ll break the boy’s heart, Clem,” said Eloise when Benjamin was out of earshot.

“You think too lowly of me,” Clementina said, “I’ll simply show him a good time.”

#Gale legacy #Gale gen 1 #Gale 1890 #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #decades challange #historical sims #Benjamin Gale #Clementina #Timothy #Eloise

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butmakeitgayblog · 9 months

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I like how they show you a sketchy June, with the lying and somehow a non grata person on town, while still making you root for her, which means it will come a time when you feel you can’t anymore. Still, that’s fucking Ripley right there, you can’t go wrong with that.

That’s good writing to me, I agree that saint x in general was too cringey at best and unbearable at worst

Lil’Alice has my whole heart 💔

Men are on the losing side on this (only the cop and Oggi the only decent so far)

This show wont be good for my australian wanderlust.

Oof I wanna pinch Oggi's lil chubby cheekies 🥹 he's such a cutie and so sweet to Alice when she desperately needs it.

And absolutely I love the complexities of June even with just the bits that we know of her so far. She's entirely untrustworthy except you do feel compelled to trust her. She is both unlikable and likeable, she gives such unsettling energy that always leaves you on your back foot and yet feels like a woman who is unwaveringly the habor in a storm. Seeing how that all washes out and influences(d) not only in Alice's upbringing but also in how Clem himself became such a broken person will be interesting to see.

And as for the issue of men in this story, I think it's important for people to go into it with the thought of who the story is actually about. It's about the traumatized women who have been the victims of male violence. It's not saying that all men are violent or that all men are intrinsically evil, not at all. It's just being honest in the text that a lot - if not most - women have dealt with violence from men in some form, that it is a larger problem within society, and most importantly that it does leave women carrying the repercussions/trauma for life - often affecting their lives and those around them intergenerationally.

What I like so much so far is just how Not The Point men are in this actually. They are simply the burned up match dropped next to the house fire.

I understand the desire to give a lot of context and (often) woeful backstories to the abusers in these kinds of tales because we want to make sense of such ugliness (or lowkey find excuses to forgive it), but frankly I'm tired of that narrative. I'm tired of being given these tragic backstories that explain why someone awful should actually be pitied in some way because inevitably, the audience loses focus of who the true victim is. Just because an abuser (man or woman) had a hard or violent childhood does not change the fact that they are hurting someone else and are quite literally now the villain. So while those two things are not mutually exclusive, the former does not negate the latter, and unfortunately I can't readily think of any instances where a villainous character wasn't extrapolated in a way that didn't inadvertently turn them into the ultimate victim - or worse, give credence to why it uwu wasn't actually their fault.

So tl;dr, the men in this suck because it's following a group of women who happened to have been abused by men who sucked. If the men in their lives didn't suck, then they wouldn't have to become one of June's flowers and instead would be in a show that involved men who didn't suck🤷‍♀️

#gabywithoutthedollhouse #none of that was pointed response to you bby I was just talking generally!#TLFOAH #tlfoah spoilers

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dalekofchaos · 2 years

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If you could've had your way with TWDG season 2 with Christa and Omid's baby and the 400 days gang, how do you think it could've gone?

First. Clem never finds Christa and Omid.

The beginning of season 2 would be about Clem finding Christa and Omid.

Christa is still pregnant and Christa is under the care of the 400 Days crew, everyone but Bonnie left Carver and are on the run. They are all suspicious of Clem when she arrives at their cabin, but when Christa tells them who she is, they let Clem go to Christa.

We'd find out Omid and Christa got separated when they were looking for Clem. More on that later.

Vince takes the role of Luke/Carlos in the game. Russell and Becca are wary around Clem but come around, Wyatt is the chill older brother and Shel is the mom friend. Kenny of course returns and when Kenny sees both Clem and Christa, there is a big reunion of them together.

Episode 2, instead of meeting Carver, we meet Troy(as was teased) same situation but he says “my boss needs me to find them”

When we get to the ski lodge, instead of meeting Kenny, we would meet Omid. Happy reunion between Clem, Omid and Christa

Kenny would take the role of Carver. Now before ya’ll come at me with pitchforks and torches, Kenny was supposedly planned to be the antagonist character for the second season. Gavin Hammon revealed this during his OMG!Con 2015 Q&A Panel alongside Melissa Hutchinson. He said that Kenny was supposed to be the leader of the community Luke and the cabin survivors fled from, so Kenny would be in the Carver role. I think it could’ve worked. Losing his family, losing Lee and nearly dying to save Ben or Christa could’ve pushed him over the edge.

Episode 3, you are tempted in choosing between your new friends or our old friend Kenny. But Clem realizes the Kenny she knew is long gone

Kenny blames Clem for everything. In Kenny’s POV, if Clem didn’t listen to The Stranger, Lee wouldn’t have gotten bitten, he wouldn’t have had to risk his life to try to save an already dying Ben or save Christa and they wouldn’t have lost the boat, they all would’ve gotten away. But due to Clem’s foolish childish desire to see her parents, everything fell apart. Again, this is Kenny’s perspective in this version

When the walkie-talkie plan goes down south, Vince is caught and as Clem prepares to turn herself in, Omid takes the blame is the one who is beat to a pulp

Seeing as Kenny has no attachment like Carver had for Rebecca, he does not catch them in the act(you’ll see why later) they are able to free themselves. Troy still gets shot in the dick but this time, it's Clem who shoots him.

In place of Carlos, Shel is the one who gets shot and eaten. Becca runs

Episode 4. They all make it to the meet up spot. The deal to get ready for the baby happens as planned. Clem and Russell find Shel and Wyatt. While Becca was not sheltered like Sarah, she finds apart of herself died with Shel, but Clem is able to get her to snap out. I like to think Clem, Becca and Russell would begin to have a close friendship rather than Clem and Jane. Before giving birth, Clem and Christa are picking out names and Clem suggests "Lee Jr" both Christa and Omid like that. In place of Arvo, it’s Eddie. Christa gives birth, but she dies. Before dying, Christa tells Clem to promise that she will take care of LJ no matter what, Clem promises. Near the end Eddie would bring back survivors from Kenny’s camp. Kenny has them surrounded. Bonnie tries to talk Kenny out of this and telling him they can all work together to survive. Kenny looks like he’s come to his senses, but raises the gun and shoots Bonnie. Episode 5. Kenny is hunting everyone down. He wants to kill Clem and Omid and take the baby for himself. The last survivors are Clem, LJ, Becca and Russell. Omid sacrifices himself to save Clem. Clem shoots Kenny and for a brief moment, the old Kenny resurfaces and realizes the horrible things he’s done and apologizes. We would have a choice to forgive him, say Kenny will see Duck and Katja or to condemn Kenny

TNF and The Final season. Ideally I would just mix both seasons together. It would just be Clem, Russell and Becca protecting LJ in Wellington and LJ coming into his own. Lilly returns as the villain to attack and raid Wellington and we have to protect our home. We can choose between Russell or Becca to romance. I would honestly have us go to The Delta and face the leader. The only person who makes sense to be the leader for The Delta is Nate from 400 Days. Nate will try to kill our love interest and Clem kills Nate. The Delta falls apart and after freeing Wellington's people and our friends, we escape. Lilly takes Minnie's place. Clem gets bit and LJ chops her foot off. Clem shares a tender moment with her love interest and a cutsey moment with LJ and end with Chloe looking at peace.

That way we have a season that actually gives us answers about Christa, Omid isn't killed instantly, we take care of Omid and Christa's baby instead of AJ and does something for Vince, Wyatt, Shel, Becca and Russell instead of minor cameos and never doing anything for them again. While it's sad that this version doesn't have Javi, Kate, Gabe or the Ericson school. I think it's more important to have the final season be about Clem and co living in Wellington and defending their new home.

#TWDG #Clementine #TWDG Clementine #TWDG Christa #TWDG AJ #TWDG Vince #TWDG Wyatt #TWDG Shel #TWDG Becca #TWDG Russell #TWDG Lilly #TWDG Nate #TWDG Kenny #TWDG Omid #TWDG Bonnie

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hockybish · 3 months

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jack finally being a good brother and his apology

The second she found out the truth about the whole Robbie situation, Lola was one the phone.

"Jack?"

"Lola? Oh my god. Are you okay? Where are you? Everyone is worried"

"I'm sorry Jack. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, hey no none of that Clem. Just come home. Okay?"

There wasn't much more to the phone call. Lola was the first hang up the phone. Jack couldn't believe it. This was the first time she had contacted any of them all summer and she chose to call him. Of all people.

Lola didn't want to go back to Michigan alone and Mason wasn't going to let her. It took them a few days to get there, Lola kept buying tickets but then cancelling them. She was nervous and scared. In the end, Mason was the one to buy them so she couldn't get rid of them.

As soon as they saw the rental car, Quinn and Luke were out the door. Her feet were barely on the ground when they tackled her. They missed their baby sis too much.

Jack hung around the house and watched the encounter between his siblings from the big main window. He was always jealous of their relationship. That was his own fault and he realized that now. He wanted to everything he could to make it better.

"Lola can we talk?" He waited until she was settled.

"This isn't easy for me but I'm really sorry for everything. I shouldn't have meddled in your relationship like I did." Jack started off.

"And I know I have a lot of apologizing to do and I don't expect you to forgive me anytime soon. But I need to start."

#hughes!sister au #lola hughes #au thoughts #lola thoughts

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thebigshotman · 2 years

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The Reunion (Part 3)

*…This is stupid.

(Clem tosses the blood-stained plastic off to the side, looking right at Spaul. The other Addisons hold their breath as she speaks, even though she sounds less agitated and more…tired.)

*The mysterious voice on the phone turned you into a puppet who can’t complete a sentence without commercials getting in the way? Ok, I can accept that. Your own fault, but whatever.

*Clem-

*And then you got tossed in the trash and had to fend for yourself for two decades. That…I’m sorry you had to go through that. We were too preoccupied with our businesses to try to look around and find you…and I was too pissed. We could’ve done something…

(She breaths in and out, her tone changing now. It’s still tired sounding, but there’s a bit of a bite now, too.)

*But all of that shit with the Lightners?? You really, really expect us to forgive you for everything you did when you were an Addison because you were abandoned by that kid?!

*Clem, no-

*Changing your last name. Slandering us in several commercials for your stupid Cunga-whatevers. And refusing to tell us anything, anything, about who that guy on the phone was! We could’ve prevented all of this!!

*Clementine Addi-

*No! I want to hear him say it!

(It’s at this moment that they realize that Clem is crying. Clementine, the impenetrable wall of emotion. She slowly takes off the glasses of Spaul, forcing him to open his eyes and inch more and more back in his chair as she yells.)

*We could’ve helped you!! But you threw us away! Before Swatch, Queen, and those kids, you threw us away!! I…I’m more than willing to accept you back. Get you off the streets, whatever. But I need to hear you say it!

(He opens his mouth, but all that comes out is TV static. Clem grimaces, gritting her teeth.)

*Come on. I know you’ve changed, Spamton. So just say it already.

(She holds out a hand, the one that doesn’t have the glasses in them. Spaul takes it, but his voice box issues several more pitches of static before he finally speaks. And it’s his voice that comes out. Clear, unfiltered…the most him that he’s sounded since he was briefly turned back into an Addison.)

*I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you guys “cheap plastic” or any of those other names. The voice…he told me not to tell anyone about him, regardless of how shifty that sounded. Or he wouldn’t help me anymore. And my name…I-I-I-I

(Oops, he’s out of time. His voice turns back to its glitchy form as he completes the sentence.)

*I DIDN’T W4NT ANYONE [[deadly explosion]] YOU GUYS. F0R BEING ASSOCIATED WITH [Mr. Big Shot, Cyber City’s Number One Salesman!]. FAM3 IS [terrifying]. YOUR [[online privacy]] IS NEVER GUARENTED. SO I…

*THAT’S NO EXCUSE I KNOW. BUT I’M ST1LL [[terribly sorry about your experience]]. UGH….

(He huffs, but doesn’t make a big deal about it like before. He just looks away from them…from Clem. That was the worst apology he could’ve possibly given anyone…)

*Damnit…I knew you had it in you.

(Spaul looks back up at Clem, who hands him back his glasses with tears washing down her face. It’s at that moment he realizes a fundamental truth about her.

She never hated him, or wanted less for him. She just hated him going off on his own, and pretending that they weren’t family. Because even though they weren’t silicone and blood…they might as well be.

He opens his mouth, and his body clips right through the table until he’s suddenly on top of it, right next to Clem. He puts his glasses back on, smiling wearily at her. Wiping her tears, she spreads her arms.)

*Welcome back, you stupid big shot. Come here.

(Spaul’s mouth emits the noise of someone sobbing happily as he does just that, snuggling into Clementine’s arms. A feeling he’s dearly, dearly missed. And soon, Saffron, Navy, and Coral all join in the family group hug.

Tears start following freely from everyone after that. Cerise will definitely have to wipe down the table after this.

Five minutes pass, during which they all settle in and relish this moment. All bad blood has been buried. They’re (pretty much) family again. That’s when Coral pipes up, calling over to the counter.)

*Hey, Cerise! Can we get a round of some kind of summer drink? We got something to celebrate!

(And at that, Spaul laughs and then sighs.

He’s home.)

#(the thrilling conclusion!)#(an epilogue will be out in a while)#STORY EVENT: The Reunion #ONE WEIRD TIP-in character #CORAL-pink addison #SAFFRON-yellow addison #NAVY-blue addison #CLEM-orange addison

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shutterbug2012 · 3 years

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Cursed (very CURSED) EURO 2020 Report

I will start my (long) report by citing your excellent tags:

jk...jk... unless?????

May I present the following from Team England as evidence that we all just watch the Euro (Louis included) to see hot guys laying on top of each other and gently kissing (the italians are very good at this)

I wasn't fully awake so I read "morning wood" 🍆 but i meaaan... the pictures!!! It's pornographic!!! * No Control starts playing in the background *

Gareth.... Gareth the pussycat is telling us MORE TO COME 👀

MORE 💦

TO 💦💦

CUM COME 💦💦💦

ALSO he's SUPER HOT????? Like YES DADDY!!! 🥵🥵🥵I will run around in tight shorts and play with balls for you!!! 👅

So now I understand why Louis supports team England 😏. He just wishes Gareth would hold him tight like this guy and whisper dirty, dirty things in his ear and slap his ass and tell him "there's more to come". Maybe this scene happens in a locker room and everyone is sweaty, steamy, half naked... who am i to say...😌

Anyways new theory: Mr. O is not French, Mr. O is Gareth and the "pain" drawer in their kitchen is not related to bread but instead is where they keep their BDSM accessories (next to the dog treats and the bread, why not, this kitchen is badly designed, i've said it before).

ANYWAYS, where was I... Match report!

France-Portugal & Germany-Hungary both ended with no clear winner, once again... It's really hard to watch all these men running around one another with their little shorts, touching each other, yelling at each other, grabbing ball(s) and playing footsie and no one gets to finish properly...HOW are they 💦RELEASING💦 the 🥵TENSION🥵 after all this...they should really take things into their own hands👋 and come to the realization that they need to dominate the field.

Germany will be playing against England next week, so we've avoided (so far) the dreaded EN-FR that would have been perilous for L&O. My prediction is that England will lose against the MannSCHAFT. Louis will be heartbroken and will need comfort...but so will all the hot English players and Gareth...maybe L could reach out to them (wouldn't be his first time DM'ing footballers after all!)... and offer to give them... a hand....in...overcoming...this tragic situation 😌He's got confidence and momentum after all!

Next report will be on Monday for France's match, since we know Mr. O will be watching! This should give everyone the time to erase from their brain all the terrible things they've just read (i'm not sorry!!!)

ps: looking at England's tweets again... they captioned a tweet "Grabbed it with both hands" TELL ME IT'S NOT ON PURPOSE. MORE TO COME. GRABBED IT WITH BOTH HANDS. 👁👄👁IT'S ALMOST LIKE I COULD COME UP WITH THEIR CURSED TWEETS MYSELF. *sends resume to Gareth with a cover letter that starts with heyyyy daddy*

I'm CRYING at this SKFJGJDKHSLGLKF

#thank you for citing my tags omg 😭😭#'italians are very good at this' JAIL PLS #AND NOT MORNING WOOD 😭😭😭#no control our beloved *** anthem 😔💘#i swear if i lose followers for this 😭 most cursed blog title goes to berlinini fr #gareth is... surely a sight for sore eyes i must admit #the locker room scene though 😩 ma'am this is a family show 😭#he could very well be mr o had he not been married </3 but this ask can be the prompt for a louis-gareth footie AU fic vbjdkfghkls #FINALLY lmao okay so the FR and GER matches ended in a draw?? interesting 👀#bestie u have a way with words that makes this ask 1300 times funnier like literally #WHAT is up with footie being so blatantly homoerotic 💀#i cant type all this with a straight face this is hilarious #let's just hope that england wins so that he can get excited and tweet about it #(im just gonna... let your words talk for themselves jdkshfldjgfkhd)#now we (and mr o) wait for monday <3 #i dont think anyones gonna forgive u for this though 😭 but pls carry on this is a+ entertainment <3 #and the last part of this ask. nothing to say. im gonna come back to this post whenever i need a pick me up bc this is HILARIOUS.#ty clem<333333 #mail #berlinini #clem's mission reports my beloved <3 #good vibes

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strawberrylemonz · 3 years

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Past and Present

Part 12

Part 13 [CURRENT]

Part 14

DT: @petrichormeraki @applepie1000 @jump-in-the-cadillac @ivorylin @sydneys-sketches

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Tommy quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. The group in front of them turned to face the source of the group. Tommy mentally smacked himself upside the head as he pulled Fundy behind him, the Lovely Trio slipping behind him as Kristin and Grian stepped in front of Sam and Puffy, who held the children close. It wasn’t until three familiar faces made their way to him, that he felt like breaking. It wasn’t because Phil was there, concern and relief flooding his face as he looked over Tommy. It wasn’t because Techno was looming over them, facial expression unchanging, only betrayed by the several emotions going through his eyes. It wasn’t because of Ghostbur, because Ghostbur wasn’t floating there. He wasn’t even floating he was standing. There, standing with his hands stuffed into his pockets, stood Wilbur, who was very much alive. The three of them stepped towards the youngest member of their family, the one they missed so dearly, only to stop when he put his hands up in defense, stepping closer to the fox shifter behind him.

“Wilbur, you’re...you’re-”

“Tommy, you’re okay!”

Everyone on the Dream SMP frowned as Tommy made an “eh” noise, making a balancing movement with his hand as he peered back at the group behind him, all who, aside from Sam and Puffy, made similar noises and movements back at them. Much to their embarrassment, they were the only ones who found amusement to it. Regaining his composure, Tommy turned back to Kristin, giving her pleading eyes. She nodded before nudging Grian, who was already moving to pick up Theo. Clem smiled as she climbed into the embrace of her grandmother, hugging her with delight. After being reassured that the children were away from the group, Tommy returned his gaze to the members of his older server.

“Let’s go to a more private space. I would very much like you all more if you don’t start anything unnecessary during my opening.”

Without waiting for a response, Tommy turned and, after ensuring Fundy was safely in front of him, began walking out of the cavern, everyone else following behind. As he waved to guests and Hermits alike, he led the group into one of the larger taverns. Taking out a keycard from behind the automated desk, he patted the robot working there before walking over to a large set of double door. Humming a tune that caught Wilbur’s attention, he inserted the keycard and pushed the doors open, leading the group in. He closed the door after the last two people, who happened to be a very disgruntled Jack and Niki. After everyone was sat down in their own seats, they all exchanged uncertain looks. Finally, Fundy decided it was best to break the silence.

“So, I see the resurrection was successful.”

“Yeah, we managed to get Wilbur bac-”

“You have a son.”

Tommy saw Fundy stiffen beside him as the voice of Wilbur spoke up, quieter than they remembered. Fundy pressed his lips in a thin line as he peered up to his newly revived father. Giving him a little nod Fundy cleared his throat as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I do. He’s great, you know. Very smart and fun, sneaky too.”

“Do I know who your significant other is?”

“I wouldn’t call him my significant other, we aren’t together. He was very...the situation was...we didn’t work out. But, yeah, you know him. You all do, actually.”

“Who is it?”

“Dream”

Fundy quickly spoke the name, reeling back as he waited for the expected backlash. Hesitating for a moment, he almost believed that, much like the situation with Tommy, he would receive no backlash. He was, however, quickly proven wrong. The only other revived man there was the first to speak up.

“WHAT?!”

“YOU FUCKED DREAM?!”

“LANGUAGE!”

“THE FURRY FUCKED GOD, OH MY FUCKING ENDER-”

“George? George, can you hear me? Dude, blink if you can hear me-”

“When we said ‘suck it green boy’, we didn’t mean literally!”

“How did you manage to get him to-”

As the chaos began to rise, Fundy began to shrink in his seat, panic settling in. Taking note of this, Tommy frowned as he tried to settle everyone down. When no one responded to him, he grew frustrated. Getting annoyed, Tubbo sat up to yell at the source of the chaos, only to find that he was beat to it. With a loud foot stomp, a booming voice yelled over the chaos.

“Will you all shUT UP?!”

Silence filled the room as everyone turned to face the source of the yell. There, fists clenched tightly by her side, stood Drista. Everyone hesitated about her next course of action, as the eyes on her mask seemed to glow with her annoyance. As she sat down, crossing her arms and legs together, she huffed as she prepared to speak up once more. Much to her annoyance, however, the door to the room creaked open, a new presence creeping in.

“Sorry I’m late, you all have seem to have forgotten me back on my server.”

Everyone watched as the figure approached, Fundy shrinking in his seat. Tommy stiffened in his own, one hand in Tubbo’s, the other clamped around Fundy’s wrist. Tubbo, on the other hand, glared at the floor as he held onto Tommy’s hand, as if that alone would solve their issues. The figure, now more visible to be Dream, hummed as he stood in between the three boys and the members of his server. Seeming to only focus on the three, he crossed his arms as he laughed.

“Wow, I didn’t think I’d see you three again. Tommy, Tubbo, it’s been years. Good to see you two in good shape. Fundy, I haven’t seen you in a little over two years. Didn’t think that I’d find you here, of all places. Did you all miss m-”

SMACK

Everyone stared in shock as Dream held onto his face, trying to keep his mask steady as he regained his balance. Once he quickly regained his composure, he quickly turned to face his “attacker.” Standing in all her glory, stood his sister, hands on her hips as she stood there, anger simmering underneath her mask. As she stood up straight, she hummed in acknowledgment as Lani walked up beside her, leaning on her for support. Holding her hand out, Lani smirked as Drista gave her a high five. The beginning of their best friend handshake was cut short, however, when Dream spoke up once again.

“Drista? When did you get here? Is this where you’ve been? Why haven’t you come by to visit me-”

“Oh, I don’t know, why did you never reach out to me? And if you had bothered to show up to the revealing of the park on time, you would have known where I’ve been. Now sit down and stay quiet so we can all catch up.”

“And none of you better try attacking! All guests are unable to do any form of pvp that’s not in any of the special arenas, so don’t even try!”

“Yeah, what Lani said!”

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The group was walking to the opposite side of Tavern Town, towards the booth games. Fundy was walking with Quackity and Karl, telling them of al the projects he had done since he last saw them. Not trusting her brother at all, Drista walked beside Dream, Lani joining in on keeping an eye on the admin. Tubbo was catching up with Ranboo, as well as timidly speaking with an unusually kind Schlatt. Humming as he walked in the front of the group, Tommy bopped his head as he replayed a song in his head. Opening his mouth, he quietly sang out the lyrics that swam in his head.

“He’s in your bed-”

“-I’m in your Twitch chat”

Jumping slightly, Tommy turned to see Wilbur, walking up to be by his side. Joining him in this was both Phil and Techno, the three of them as awkward as ever. Unsure as to what to expect from them, Tommy just gave them a nod of acknowledgment. As much as he wanted to embrace the three of them into a grand hug, telling them how much he missed and loved them, he didn’t dare to do so. After all the years they spent away from each other, he was able to reflect and forgive them for the wrong things they’ve done to him, intentional or not. What he didn’t know, however, was how they viewed him after all these years. Did they forgive him for all the troublesome chaos he caused, intentional or not? Could they find it in themselves to do so? He didn’t blame them if they didn’t, he wasn’t even sure if he would.

“You know, we thought that you had died, mate. No one had seen you in so long after...after L’manburg. And I know he isn’t family, but he practically was, so it was concerning when Tubbo went missing too. Then, out of nowhere, Fundy was gone overnight. I thought I lost my family, so I became desperate to get Wilbur back so that the three of us could get you all back.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, mate?”

“Why get us back? Why want us as family?”

Did he forgive them? Yes, of course he did. Doesn’t mean that he had to forget their actions, as well as the consequences that came from them. Doesn’t mean that he wasn’t allowed to question their decisions. He still loved them, sure, but he needed answers. He needed to know if they loved him back, if they loved all of them. He watched as Wilbur was in deep thought, trying to find the right words to say. He turned to see Phil, emotion running through his face as he stared at Tommy, not knowing what to say to his questions. The last person he thought would speak up, spoke up.

“We were blinded by our own emotions, Thes- er, Tommy. That’s not an excuse for our impulsive decisions, especially ones that put your life at stake, we know this. But we are family, as much as I tried to run away from that fact over the last few years. I let the voices and the power that I held as a pvp god distract me from my original mission.”

“Original mission? What was that?”

“Protecting you. Well, protecting everyone in my family. I have always been protective of my family, but the first night you were brought home changed how I handled that. The moment you laughed, I knew that I had to get stronger to keep all of you safe. I never thought that I’d use that strength against the very same person who brought me to want to become stronger. I’m not going to beat around the bush, we’ve been a shit family to each other these past years. We’ve hurt you, in ways that we may not even know. But, Tommy, if you let us, we can try to be the family you deserve.”

Tommy stared at his eldest brother, surprise painting his face. Blinking a few times, he switched his gaze over to both Phil and Wilbur, before returning it to Techno. Lightly biting his tongue, he took his gaze off of the pink haired warrior and faced the front, refusing to look at any of the three men walking beside him. Finally putting proper words together in his mind, Tommy spoke up once more.

“You all have hurt me in a handful of ways, that is true. But I’ve also hurt all of you, too. For all that, I’m sorry. As for not being a family, that can’t be solved quickly. This isn’t something we can speedrun into a healthy dynamic.”

“Tommy, we-”

“But that doesn’t we still can’t heal. If you are all willing to take the time and effort to work with all of us to fix our family, I’m willing to give you that chance. Oh, and Technoblade? You can call me Theseus, it is a part of my name, after all.”

Tommy couldn’t help but smile as the tension from the three men left their bodies, relief taking its place. Peering behind him, he made eye contact with his nephew, who stared back with worry. His worry, however, melted into a content smile as Tommy gave him a reassuring nod. Waving him over, Tommy smiled as Fundy excused himself, jogging up to be at his uncle’s sign.

“Hey, Tom- Hey!”

“Haha! Look at you, being all amazing!”

“Can you not be an embarrassing uncle for five seconds?”

“Nope!”

Fundy rolled his eyes at his uncle, laughing for a while before standing up straight. Ducking his head in nervousness, he gave a shy smile and wave to his grandfather, as well as his other uncle and father. Before words were exchanged, however, a frantic wail filled the air, catching Fundy’s attention immediately. Taking a few steps in front of everyone else, he kneeled down with arms open. Running towards him was Theo, wide eyes as he reached for his father, who lifted him into the air in an instant. Burrowing his face into the neck of his father, Theo dramatically wailed once more. The concern that once filled Fundy and Tommy had melted away at this. They now knew that he wasn’t in danger, he was just overreacting. The two of them would bet anything that a certain gremlin was behind this.

“Theo, what’s wrong, buddy?”

“SHE WAS GIVEN A SWORD, WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!”

Fundy and Tommy gave each other a look, both unsure as how to respond to that. A shrill shriek of joy caught the entire group’s attention. There, frantically swiping a wooden sword in the air, came a joyful Clementine at full speed. Running up to Fundy, she began to jump up and down, sword waving in the air, as she tried to reach Theo, who had managed to climb on top of his father’s head.

“DON’T LET HER REACH ME, PAPA!!! SHE’S CRAZY WITH THAT THING!!!”

Theo shrunk behind his father’s hat as Clementine reacted to his statement by growling at the fox hybrid. Sighing, Tommy scooped up the rowdy child, who squealed as she hugged the sword.

“Clem, ya can’t go around swinging a sword at your cousin. And don’t ever hug an actual sword, ever, dear god. I’d like you to keep your fucking limbs, Jesus Christ.”

Clem only responded to this with a giggly smile, turning back to face her cousins. Fundy rolled his eyes as he plucked his son off his head, cradling him in his arm as Theo hugged his father’s hat in his chest.

“Clem, what do we say when we hurt someone or make them scared?”

“SUCK IT!!!”

“For fucks sake, Clementine, no. We say that to jackasses and assholes, not to your cousin. Try again, Clem.”

“Humph, sorry, TT.”

“Hm, okay! I forgive you, CC!”

Before the children, who were now conversing in their own secret language, were introduced to everyone, a concerned Grian and Kristin ran over. Once they saw the children, they physically relaxed.

“Thank goodness they came to you guys, we nearly panicked when they ran. Things were going great, but then Clementine whacked Grian on the foot before turning her attention to Theo.”

“It’s what we expected, this is Clementine we’re talking about.”

“Grian? Is that really you?”

Grian stiffened as he turned to face Phil, Wilbur and Techno staring at him in disbelief. Rubbing his arm in uncertainty, he watched as Phil walked up to him. Eyes scanning his face, Phil let out a strangled noise as he threw his arms around Grian, never expecting to see his first missing son after all the years that passed by. Grian let out a sigh as he hugged back, a smile painted on his face. Pulling away, he let out a laugh as he turned to his brothers. Shooting Tommy a look, Grian snickered at the nod of approval given to him. Turning back to Wilbur and Techno, he let out a hearty laugh as he yelled out words that Techno knew too well.

“OH, I’M PRESSING THAT HUG BUTTON!!!”

“Wait-”

Tommy wheezed out a laugh as Wilbur and Techno were pulled into a group hug by Grian, the triplets finally being reunited. It wasn’t until they heard the choked up and shy tone that came when Phil spoke.

“Kristin? How, uh, hey! How up? What’s you? Shit, wait, no. How are you?”

“Really? Decades separated, and this is the greeting I get.”

“I didn’t mean to be-”

“At least buy me dinner, sheesh.”

#memories in the stars #memories in the stars au #hermit!tommy au #hermit!fundy #hermit!Kristin #hermit!Tommy fankid #fwt fankid theo #mcyt fanfiction #PRESS THAT HUG BUTTON POG #Grian Wilbur and Techno are triplets au #Grian Wilbur Techno and Tommy are brothers au #Clementine and Theo are at it again #Pogs for the gremlin children

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northofdespair · 3 years

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Well. This was going to be a 500-character anonymous ask. I had no plans of using this forgotten Tumblr account. And then I wrote 2k in one sitting this afternoon.

So, Clem, this is for you! Hats off for drawing me out of the abyss to pen a little pseudo-fic for my favorite pairing of all time. Forgive (m)any mistakes and the informal style, I suppose I really could have refined it, but I wanted to get this out here before it went to collect dust with the rest of my 30k+ of Obikin WIPs due to crippling perfectionism. 😅 I will say it’s a bit angsty and a departure from Anakin finding Obi-Wan’s fighting nothing but sexy… there is nothing to say he didn’t in the past, but my brain just went on auto-pilot and this is what happened. Hope you get a little enjoyment out of it anyways! 😘

For those of you who have not read it yet, you’ll get a lot more out of this post if you read @obiwanobi’s posts here, here, here, and here. <3

~*~

So Fight Club AU, right? What if Ahsoka and Anakin make their way down to the lower levels, following a lead on their latest undercover assignment. They decide to split up to search for what they’re looking for and Ahsoka soon finds herself weaving through the cheering and jeering crowds of a club that is far too loud and flashy. She peeks curiously over the tops of various creatures’ heads to see what they’re shouting about and sees a human and a Devaronian trading blows. A fight, whatever. They happen all the time in the lower leve-IS THAT MASTER KENOBI?!

That is DEFINITELY Master Kenobi and boy, she’s never been one to rat out fellow Jedi, but even if he’s grinning like a madman, he is hurt, and oh she is getting Anakin right now, because she doesn’t know exactly what to do, and Force knows that if Obi-Wan will listen to anyone, it’s Anakin. He’s not far away, and when she drags him into the club, he goes a little pale at the sight of Obi-Wan in the ring, standing victoriously over his opponent.

She thinks that he’s going to go get him, pull him aside and do something to fix this, but suddenly someone else in the crowd spots him. Suddenly the cheers and taunts are directed at Anakin, and Ahsoka has no idea what the kriff is happening. All at once Anakin is being pulled and pushed, and then both of her Masters are in the ring, eyeing each other up and down and squaring off. Obi-Wan flirts with Anakin as though he expected him to be there, as though he were an enemy, and her jaw drops as Anakin flirts back. Anakin quickly glances at Ahsoka over the crowd, and they begin.

It is both everything and nothing like watching them spar at the Temple. She sees all the ways in which they are familiar with each other’s strengths and weaknesses, but here the graceful arcs of lightsabers have been traded for brutal, bare-knuckled blows. They sweep under and over each other, deftly avoiding blows as much as landing them, and the crowd loves it. She spares a glance at the bookie, who looks like the tooka that caught the mouse-droid.

As the fight goes on, Ahsoka realizes two things.

One, this is not the first time that they have fought in this ring. Even for Jedi–an identity that they are suppressing extremely well considering the circumstances–they are altogether too at ease with the brutal hand-to-hand combat. The way they dance around each other and strike viperously quick would be beautiful if it weren’t so horrible. It is certainly awe-striking, and while all Jedi are trained in hand-to-hand, she’s never seen them fight like this.

Two, Obi-Wan is incredible. Anakin is holding his own and powerful in his own right, but even after knocking that Devarionian to the floor, bruised, bleeding, and tired, Obi-Wan Kenobi is a force to be reckoned with.

In a flurry of movement, Obi-Wan pins Anakin to the ground, just managing to overpower his former student despite his injuries. Ahsoka can barely see over the crowd as he sits on top of his Padawan, then offers him a hand up. She can’t discern their expressions, but they do not say anything to each other and make their way out of the ring, going in vaguely the same direction.

Ahsoka presses her lips together and follows Anakin to demand what in Sith Hells just happened. Suddenly the mysterious bruises that Anakin had started showing up with–the ones that he thought he was hiding well–make some sort of surreal sense.

She catches up to him in an abandoned alleyway seven blocks or so away from the club and opens her mouth to lay into him, but before she can draw breath, Obi-Wan’s figure melts out of the shadows from the other direction. Neither man has seen her, and something about the intense look on Obi-Wan’s face makes her slip into the shadows herself.

She has to slap a hand over her mouth to tamp down on a surprised squeak a second later as Obi-Wan takes Anakin by the shoulders, slams him into the wall, and kisses him hard. Anakin kisses him back, hands coming up to scrabble at Obi-Wan’s shoulders, and breaks the kiss to get out,

“Wait, Obi-Wan,“ he gasps as Obi-Wan bites at his neck and Ahsoka wants to flee, but she feels rooted in place. “Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, she- hhhn- stop, would you?” He finally brings his hand to the side of Obi-Wan’s face, catching his attention for long enough to realize that he’s serious, if a little dazed. “Ahsoka saw us fight.”

His voice is quiet, but Ahsoka has always had good hearing, even for a Togruta. Obi-Wan freezes, and the two stare at each other for a long moment, breathing heavily into each other’s space.

“She led me to you because you were hurt,” Anakin whispers, and the tender concern on his face as he brushes a thumb over Obi-Wan’s swollen cheekbone is enough to cause Ahsoka to avert her gaze.

“Anakin, you know-“ Obi-Wan’s voice is different from any time she’s ever heard it, deep and rumbling with an emotion she doesn’t... quite want to think about, but Anakin cuts him off.

“I know, Master. I know. But she was worried, and I don’t... think she was wrong to be,” it comes out hesitant, and she looks up to find that Anakin looks like he’s prepared to flinch away from a blow.

Before tonight, Ahsoka never would have thought that her Grandmaster was capable of dealing any such hit to Anakin, but Anakin’s split lip and blackened eye prove her wrong. She still can’t believe it, and her heart tells her that even now he would never hit Anakin outside of the ring or the training salles, but it’s a hard thought to reconcile with as her Master stands before her with such prominent injuries.

Obi-Wan stares at Anakin again before sighing softly. “You don’t want to fight. You don’t want me to fight,” he says, and it’s a flattened-out question. Anakin bites his lip, wincing at the painful reminder of the cut there.

“Not- not like this,” he whispers. “Obi-Wan, I... I know that this is an escape from everything. I’m not saying it’s even bad, Force, I’d be one hell of a kriffing hypocrite to tell you that. I know I’ve given in to my own methods of escape, but Master, I-“ His voice cracks and he breaks off, working his jaw as he stares at Obi-Wan with an expression so open that it hurts. “I have you now, and you’re- you’re all I ever wanted. You’re all I need. Obi-Wan, if I’m not- if I’m not enough, then tell me how-“

Obi-Wan cuts him off with a kiss, raking his fingers through Anakin’s golden curls and holding him there. Anakin’s eyes flutter shut as he lets out a whimper from the back of his throat, and Ahsoka has to avert her gaze once more. She’s intruding on something so viscerally personal, but she still cannot command her feet to move.

So she listens to the sound of lips parting for little kisses that make a larger whole, that bring a low moan from Obi-Wan’s throat in answer to Anakin’s desperate pitch. She listens until they part, and then risks a glance up at her Masters.

They are somehow closer than before, foreheads resting together with their eyes shut, breathing each other in as Obi-Wan strokes Anakin’s hair and Anakin shivers.

“Dear one,” Obi-Wan whispers. “You are enough. I… was afraid, my love.” Anakin’s eyes open in shock as the confession falls from Obi-Wan’s lips. “I was afraid that this... was the only way I could have you. It’s different down here. What happens here stays here, and I thought-“

“Obi-Wan. I only ever came down here in the first place because I want you. All the time. Force, I want you so badly it hurts. I don’t want this to stay here. I- do you really-“

“Yes.”

Anakin chokes a laugh and fixes Obi-Wan with a fondly exasperated look. “You don’t even know what I was going to say,” he accuses, resting his head back on the wall.

Obi-Wan leans forward to pursue him, placing a gentle kiss to the side of his mouth, then another directly on his lips. “I do, darling. Of course I do.”

And as Ahsoka watches Anakin’s expression change from incredulity, to wonder, to overwhelmed adoration, she knows that her Grandmaster was not simply speaking of knowing the question that never left her Master’s lips.

“Me too,” Anakin whispers, voice thick, and Ahsoka can see the shape of Obi-Wan’s grin even from the severe angle that her perspective offers.

Anakin smiles back and flinches again as his lip pulls taut. Obi-Wan hums and reaches up to brush his thumb over the wound.

“Not a good look on you, is it, darling,” he remarks.

Anakin scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully.

“You should see the other guy,” he smirks.

“Ha, ha,” Obi-Wan intones dryly, and Anakin laughs.

They sober quickly, and Ahsoka holds her breath as the air and the Force around them seems to charge once more. She knows by the look on Anakin’s face that he’s working towards saying something, and Obi-Wan runs bloodied fingers through his curls in patient strokes.

“I won’t tell you to stop,” Anakin finally speaks quietly, looking down between them.

“But you want me to,” Obi-Wan matches his volume and sincerity.

After a moment, Anakin nods quietly, still averting his gaze from Obi-Wan’s face. Her Grandmaster lifts Anakin’s chin with a gentle hand, and their gazes meet once again.

“I meant it when I said you are enough, my dear. This habit... if I’m honest, it started when I failed to release certain feelings into the Force. The fighting cleared my mind and it was a good physical release. I don’t need it. Not if I have you.”

Anakin’s eyes grow wide, and Ahsoka thinks that she sees tears glimmering in his eyes in the low light.

“The Code, Master,” he croaks softly.

Obi-Wan shakes his head and strokes Anakin’s chin before tapping it lightly and resting his hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “We’ll figure it out. We’re good at that, you and I. And we shan’t break the Code if we’re simply in a relationship, you know that.”

Anakin squeezes his eyes shut, and tears at last track down his cheeks. “It’s not just a relationship. Not to me. I- I love you, Master. I’m atta- attached. I’ve struggled with this all my life and I can’t let go. Of you, or Ahsoka.”

Her heart skips a beat at her name, then warms with a sad fondness for her Master. Oh, Anakin... he really thinks that Obi-Wan doesn’t know? That she doesn’t know? They do and they love him right back just the same. Ahsoka hadn’t truly known about the nature of her Masters’ feelings for each other before tonight, but she had suspected. Both she and Obi-Wan love Anakin with all their hearts.

“Oh, Anakin.” Obi-Wan pulls him into his arms, and Anakin clings to him desperately and buries his face in his throat. “Dearest, love is no trespass, and attachment can be conquered. It is a part of human nature. It is nothing to fear. I am sorry I ever led you to believe otherwise, Padawan.”

Anakin gasps a single, muffled sob into Obi-Wan’s throat, and his Master presses a kiss to the top of his head. They stay like that for a while, rocking slightly back and forth and holding each other tightly until Anakin’s breathing evens out.

“You’ll stop fighting, then?” Anakin asks softly.

“Yes, dearest. I’ll stop,” comes the quiet affirmation. “And Anakin,” he steps back slightly so they are both looking each other in the face once again before murmuring, gentle as a spring breeze, “I love you too.”

Anakin’s face crumples before a smile overtakes his expression and he lets out a tiny, overjoyed laugh. Obi-Wan’s hands slide up to frame his face once again and draw him into a gentle kiss that slowly deepens. They break apart to smile at each other before coming together more urgently than before, and Ahsoka knows that it’s time for her to go.

She lets out a little breath–hopefully silent–and steps backward out of the alley. Once she has crept well away, she slumps against the wall herself. She... she’ll probably have to tell Anakin what she has witnessed. She really hadn’t meant to eavesdrop for so long, but she had needed to hear that promise from her Grandmaster almost as much as Anakin himself. As it is, she breathes out a sigh of relief knowing that for the moment they are both safe, happy, and that better times are coming. For all of them.

They’ll figure this out together.

#and then they had sex in the alley #i could #maybe be tempted into writing that bit #now that Ahsoka has removed herself from the vicinity #maybe #obikin #outsider pov #Clem's fight club au #*slams laptop shut and hides after first blog/writing post in over a decade*#north writes

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Hi hi! Could I request a hc with the brothers where Mc does the same thing Clem,from eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind does? Like,MC and the brother breaks up and MC decides to get a procedure to erase him and their relationship? Sorry if this is confusing:(

I unfortunately have never seen the movie so I can't exactly base it on that, but I do like the idea of MC having their memory erased, so I did the best I could.

⚠️ Warning: Absolute pure angst. This broke my heart. Grab the tissues. Seriously, you'll need them. I cried writing every single one of these.

Lucifer

The break-up really hurt him. It hurt his pride, his heart, and his soul. This broken man was now in a million pieces.

Lucifer wasn't isn't very good at receiving kindness, or love, so it was new to him, but he still did his best.

Now, everything he had ever loved had found a way to betray him, and now you belong to that list as well.

Where did he go wrong? What happened? Was he not enough for you? He always tried, even going out of his comfort zone for you.

He would try his hardest not to show how broken down he truly was, not in public. But behind the scenes he would break down, letting the tears fall.

Even with all of his hurt, he always tried to make an effort to smile at you when you passed him in the hall, even though it physically pained him to see your face.

One day after RAD, you passed him in the hallway as you normally do, but he noticed you didn't even bother to look up at him, which was unusual for you.

Turning around, concerned, he painfully uttered your name, "MC?"

You turned around, a confused look on your face. "How do you know my name?" You paused, "Do I know you?"

There goes the rest of his pride. His heart sank. Did you really not remember him? What about your memories together? The relationship you had? All of those special nights you had spent together?

He was left completely speechless. He simply took a breath to try to avoid letting tears form and mumbled "I'm sorry" before fleeing the scene.

Lucifer desperately tried to erase such an awful memory from his mind but his negative thoughts became too much for him.

That night he was a mess, putting every ounce of blame on himself. He drank until it hurt. He cried alone in his room. His broken heart fueled a now drunken rage that tore him apart from the inside, out.

You were the last thing that truly held him together. You were his stability. Now, everything you ever shared was just a memory of his, and only his. How could this happen to him?

Mammon

Mammon never truly processed the break-up. He avoided it like he avoids his debt papers.

In his eyes it never happened. It was just a little fight, right? There was no way either of you meant any of it. He never meant what he said. He was just frustrated. His brothers stressed him out.

Mammon tried desperately. He begged, pleaded, did everything he could to try to convince you to take him back.

The memory of you crying and screaming "I wish I never met you!" haunted him, day after day, night after night.

However the memory never stopped him from trying to win you back.

Having a sudden burst of confidence one night he went down to your room, breathing a deep breath before knocking at your door then letting himself in.

"MC we need to ta-" His words cut short as he noticed the terrified and confused look on your face.

"Are ya okay? Why are ya lookin' at me like that?" Mammon's heart pained at the confused look you gave him.

"Should I know you?" You asked, staring blankly at the demon before you.

"MC, c'mon that ain't funny! Of course ya remember me! I'm The Great Mammon!" Mammon's golden blue eyes were now overflowing as his heart broke all over again as you sat in front of him with a very confused look on your face.

You eventually called for Lucifer, who had to remove his absolute mess of a brother from your room.

From outside of his door, the sound of destruction filled the empty silence of the halls. Through broken sobs he yelled to himself, saying he was nothing but scum.

While the scenes of you both together replayed in his head he couldn't understand how he had let it come to this. He had lost his most precious and treasured gift. You.

Levi

Levi didn't take the break up very lightly.

Night after night he would stay awake, distracting himself by playing games, watching anime, and talking to Henry 2.0.

"Of course this would happen, Henry, no one ever likes me. I'm just a stupid yucky otaku. I'll never be good enough, not like my brothers."

Levi spent many hours sobbing, just heartbroken at the little things that reminded him of you.

He didn't understand where he went wrong. What did he do to deserve this? Why did he have to get so attached to a normie anyway?

Rather than trying to talk to you about it, he hid in his room, making sure to avoid you at all costs.

What Levi didn't realize, is that the memories you shared, were bothering you just as much as they bothered him.

His heart ached, but eventually after being hyped up by his best pal, Henry, he mustered up whatever confidence he had to finally get out of his room and talk to you when he saw you.

He wasn't at all prepared for what was about to happen.

Already shaking like a leaf, his target was aquired. He noticed you were walking towards him. His heart beating out of his chest.

As you neared closer he took a breathe, tried to focus, and spoke up, "MC? C-Can we talk..? About u-us.. please. I-I need to know what happened. I can't take it anymore."

Your blank expression tugged at his already hurting heart, but your words truly felt like a final hit on a boss.

"Sorry, have we met before?" Your voice was calm and pure, indicating to him that you truly didn't know who he was.

Left frozen in shock, he could feel his body tingle, his eyes watering, his chest tighten, his throat left dry.

"N-No, I'm sorry. I-I thought you were someone else.."

When he finally got back to his room, he was both torn, and upset. Envious that you now didn't have to share the guilt and pain of remembering all of the great memories you both shared. He should've known better than to fall in love with a normie.

Satan

As good as he was at controlling his rage, he completely lost all of his cool after you both broke up. His heartbreak overwhelmed his emotions and he was barely able to keep himself in check.

He spent many nights trying to talk himself through the pain, reciting everything that went wrong and how he could've fixed it.

Satan tried desperately to look at the logistical side of this. But his heart hurt too much.

He had spent his time in the library, trying to use books as his way of keeping him grounded. The more he read, the more he realized that the scenes in the books he was reading reminded him of you and everything you shared together.

That was until you casually walked into the library.

His aching heart pained at the sight of you. He wasn't ready to see you just yet, but he maintained the little composure he had left. He had to speak the truth.

"I thought I'd never see you in here again. You know.. I miss you, and I'm sorry that things ended the way they did. I hope you can forgive me for acting like such a fool."

He studied you, but the more he watched, the more he felt his heart crush under the weight of your expressions.

"What? Oh, you're talking to me? Sorry, but I can't say I know who you are. I think you might have the wrong person."

Confused, he watched your puzzled face try to look for any sign of familiarity, "MC, what are you talking about?"

"Sorry, are you the librarian or something? Is that how you know who I am?"

Then it finally clicked in his head. You truly didn't remember him.

This boy was somehow even more shattered than before. His emotions too shocked to form a proper response.

"My apologies, I must get going."

When he finally reached his room, he slammed the door shut, sent into a seething rage from the pain that now flooded his chest, he destroyed his room, books tossed everywhere.

Satan wasn't the same after that. Blinded by the hurt, he went on a rampage, not making any attempts to hide his anger. He was torn apart, angry that he couldn't even do anything to prevent such a disastrous situation.

Now he holds all of your previous memories, and he can't do anything but cry over how much he misses what you had. Before the world around him turned dark.

Asmo

Of course Asmodeus didn't handle a break up very well. He either spent his time sulking around, or he out partying, overspending, and trying to hide the pain that you caused him.

Most nights Asmo would come home absolutely wasted, then eventually cry himself to sleep while he stared, broken-hearted, at the spot that you used to lay.

He wanted nothing more than to forget everything, to start over. He never wanted to lose you the way he did.

His broken heart could barely stand the sight of seeing you, and it was getting to the point where he was even ashamed to look himself in the mirror.

One of his drunken nights he stumbled through the empty midnight halls, tears already streaming down his perfect face.

His glossy eyes met yours as you headed down the hall for a late night snack.

"BABYYY!!" Asmo called, wiping his face before quickly clinging to your frame. He started to sob again, repeating his drunken slurs.

Carefully but with force, you pried the intoxicated demon from your body and looked at him confused.

"Sorry, I don't know who you think I am, but I don't know who you are, or what you're doing, so if you'll just...excuse me..." Your confused tone made him break down more.

"W-What do you mean you don't know who I am? I-I'm Asmo! I'm the... the prettiest d-demon in Devildom! Y-your lover!" He could hardly speak through his broken sobs, trying to crawl towards you, just to be able to touch you again.

Asmo pathetically watched you shake your head and stumble away from him, heading off to the kitchen like you intended.

Left a mess in the middle of the hall, Lucifer eventually heard his groaning and helped him back to his room.

Upon getting to his room he crawled to sit in front of his full body mirror, his peachy eyes examining every flaw he could find.

"How!? How could they forget me?! I-I thought they loved me? W-was I not enough? Was I ever enough?"

He continued to stare at himself in the mirror, mascara stains dripping down his face, lipstick smudged, hair a mess.

"I'll never be good enough. Why can't I be as pretty as I was when I was an angel? Why did I have to get cursed with this sin? Why? Why!?"

Asmo was broken. All he wanted was to be happy, together, with you. Now he was left with regret, a broken heart, and the precious memories that he could no longer think about without tearing up.

Beel

While he may have seemed completely fine on the outside, Beel was absolutely torn to pieces after the breakup.

Not everyone noticed, as he tried to play it off like he normally does when he is feeling upset.

Beel is one to keep his emotions to himself in fear that he will upset the ones he cares about most.

In an attempt to fill the painful void in his heart that was left from you leaving, he ate more. Everything in sight. It was a lot worse than usual.

Some nights after Belphie would fall into a deep sleep, he would just stay awake and cry, questioning himself and where he went wrong.

During a late night breakdown, with a growling stomach, he left the comfort of his room to quickly grab a snack from the kitchen.

While rummaging through the fridge, he wasn't able to hear you enter the room.

"Oh, I didn't expect anyone else to be in here." Your voice making him jump a bit, not expecting to hear you. His heart pained at the sound, but he quickly wiped his eyes before turning to you.

"Huh? Oh. Hello MC! I was just getting a snack, like I usually do. You know.." He tried to keep his composure while looking at you. He admired your face, missing being able to gently press his lips to yours, and hold you tightly in his arms.

"Oh? Uh, how did you know my name? I don't remember ever seeing you before.. are you new here?" Your words felt like needles throughout his body, but he smiles a soft smile.

"S-Sorry, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Beelzebub, the 6th born, Avatar of Gluttoney.. I uh, I hope to see you around more." And with that, he made his way back to his room.

Letting the pain of everything he has even been through wash over him like a tsunami, he let himself go. Belphie eventually woke up and found him still a mess and tried to comfort him.

He poured his heart out to his younger brother, who was now crying as he watched his soft-hearted brother cry to him.

Beel never truly recovered. He was just a shell of what he used to be, going many days without eating like he used to. He wanted to feel the pain of his hunger to distract himself from the memories he helplessly carried of your past relationship, and all of the other pain he has deep in his heart.

Belphie

Similar to his twin brother, Belphie was very good at hiding his emotions.

Your separation had him very uneasy. His mind wasn't able to fully grasp that you were no longer his.

He spent many of his days sleeping, much more than he normally would. He would miss meals, miss school, even miss student council meetings.

His sadness and pain of losing you only made him lose more motivation. He knew that there was nothing he could do.

After everything you'd been through, he knew deep down it was for the best.

Eventually he started having nightmares. At first they were nothing too unusual, simply reminders of your loss of relationship.

As time continued, they got more vivid, worrying the sleepy demon.

One night he had a dream you'd forgotten him. As if you'd never met him. He woke up in a cold sweat at the thought, but simply tried to brush it off.

The next morning he managed to get up for breakfast, sitting across from you. It was eerily silent as his brothers were worried about the tension between you both.

Watching you lean to your side towards Asmo, you'd whispered something that Belphie couldn't quite make out, but judging by the look on Asmodeus, it was not something he would've wanted to hear anyway.

Curiosity eventually getting the best of him, he pulled Asmo aside to ask what you'd whispered to him this morning.

With a dull face and hesitant expression, the Avatar of Lust told him that you'd asked who he was, as you didn't recognize his face.

With a heavy heart, Belphegor set off to try to find you. He had to know if his nightmare was in fact coming true.

"MC? D-Do you remember me?" The demon asked, holding himself together the best he could.

"I'm sorry, have we met before? I can't say I've ever seen you before?" Your words cut like knives.

So it was true? You didn't remember a thing.

While he was thankful he was able to start over, it pained him to know you'd never understand how he knew so much about you. Of course he couldn't say anything either, in fear of driving you away.

It haunted him for so many nights. Over and over he'd have the reoccurring dream that became reality. Eventually he gave in, staying up as many nights as he could before his body gave out from lack of sleep.

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