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hazbincalifornia · 3 years

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A hassle about Blitzo not able to get comfortable to rest because of this fucking kid partying in his gut. Having to begrudgingly accept a visit from a certain owl when he’s out of options that ends up helping him and it relax.

Blitzo really, really hated the little brat sometimes. He’d been busy all day, and now that he finally made his way to bed, they just kept smacking outwards like his skin was a drum set being played by a coked-up college student.

“Will you stop squirming for thirty goddamn seconds?” He hugged his stuffed horse to his chest, knees pulled up, and hissed as the spawn in his gut absolutely refused to listen and just kept wiggling even as his tail wrapped around his stomach. “Holy shit, you really do take after Stolas, don’t you? Can’t leave me alone even when I’m trying to sleep. My stomach’s not a bouncy house, kid.” Unfortunately, his words didn’t seem to translate into baby-language, because giving an annoyed poke just made them move around more.

Blitzo rolled over to his other side. No dice. Back was out- his spines always tore up the sheets, and it was a pain in the ass (and his wallet) to replace them. He’d learned last week that trying to lay on his stomach just had them writhe around to the point of pain, not to mention it was like trying to sleep on a rock.

Loona had told him on no uncertain terms that she was ripping his tail off the next time she woke up with him snuggled against her in bed. She probably wasn’t going to actually do it, but he’d rather avoid her shedding all over his closet or something in a different form of retaliation. It wasn’t his fault that the kid was desperate for attention and just rubbing his stomach wasn’t enough!

They had another client meeting in the morning- a big one, from the sound of how she’d rattled off the names of her bitch-ass living family members. He couldn’t miss it. It sounded like a hilarious mess, on top of being four times the usual job’s size.

Blitzo’s phone buzzed, and he smacked the side table a few times before managing to pick it up. Stolas had sent a text.

Via and her mother are out tonight at her grandparent’s house. Is there anything you need that I could help with?

Groaning, Blitzo started to type. im fien dont worry abt it

He let that sit unsent for a few moments before deleting it. can u send soemthing to get them jto stop movng

No, that didn’t sound right either, and his toes curled before he finally gave up. jsut get ovr here. it wont stop movnig

Stolas sent a heart emoji and a thumbs up in response to the message, and Blitzo just hoped he hadn’t just lost what little sleep he’d have been able to get without him.

He trudged over to the front door twenty minutes later when Stolas had to stoop to make his way through the doorway. Loona was stretched out on the couch and watching TV, halfway through a carton of ice cream.

“Whatever you two are about to do, I don’t want to hear any of it,” she commented with a raised eyebrow. “I will turn up the volume on this until the neighbors start smashing the broom on the ceiling and yelling at us again.”

“We’ll be fine, Loonie,” Blitzo said with a wave of his hand before heading directly back for his room again. He heard Stolas murmuring reassurances to her before following, again having to duck to not hit his head. The prince had switched his inner shirt for a simple long sleeve with star patterns and had ditched the hat, but was still wearing his cape. Weirdo.

“So, what do you need, Blitzy?” Stolas settled himself down at the end of Blitzo’s bed and idly started rubbing a pair of boxers draped on the comforter between his fingers.

“Hold me.”

“Hmm?” Stolas scooted closer as Blitzo crossed his arms.

“Don’t make me say it twice,” he muttered as Stolas set a finger under his chin, tilting his face up.

“You said that you wanted me to hold you?”

“It… helps,” Blitzo muttered, forehead dropping down against Stolas’s chest. “The kid’s a bitchy little attention-whore, and Moxxie almost shot me last time when I showed up at his place while he was half-asleep. Don’t have a lot of options here.”

“We can’t have that!” Stolas wrapped his arms around Blitzo, who nuzzled against the soft down on his chest automatically before realizing what he was doing and trying to pull away. Unfortunately, as thin as Stolas’s arms were, his grip was like steel.

“What’s the deal with that, anyway? You’d think imp pregnancies would just make you want to shank anyone who looked at you funny,” Blitzo grumbled. “Not this.”

“If I were to hazard a guess, it would increase the odds that the child survives infancy if there was a clan or mate of some sort besides the single parent. Hell isn’t exactly kind to the weak, and babies are helpless.”

“Yeah, well, my body needs to get out of the old times. We’re not living in caves and shit, I can do this by myself.”

Stolas pulled back enough to glance around the messy room, but didn’t comment on that any further. “You don’t have to. It’ll be alright.” He rubbed his hand over the bump, the skin next to his beak twitching a bit. “Oh, goodness, they are feisty tonight, aren’t they? They take after you.”

“They do not! This is all you!” Blitzo drummed his fingers on his arm, tail irritably jabbing into the clay on the bedside table, and he plucked it off the tip to begin to knead with his fingers. “I’d be sleeping right now if they weren’t here. So clearly, this is your fault.”

“You’re far more… energetic than I am,” Stolas said, going back to gently soothing his fingers over the fussy baby, and Blitzo’s shoulders sagged when they started to slow. The fingers felt cool- or maybe his body was just running warm. Weird.

“Why wouldn’t they do that for me? I’m the one doing all the hard work here!”

“They missed their daddy,” Stolas teased.

“Hey, I’m the daddy!”

“We both are.” Stolas set a hand on Blitzo’s side, pushing him towards the bed until he was laying down. He pulled his cape and shirt off before laying down himself, his own flat stomach against Blitzo’s as he curled close. “This way, they’ll know that someone is here and won’t bother you until morning.”

“Won’t that be a miracle.” Blitzo rolled his eyes before lazily draping an arm over Stolas, pulling himself a little closer. It wasn’t often they got to cuddle without sex beforehand, and having those soft feathers against him without them being caked in sweat and cum (and, for that matter, without being so wiped out that he just conked out within five minutes) was nicer than he expected. His tail draped over one of Stolas’s legs, feeling the bumpy texture of it.

Stolas made a soft chirp at that, his hand resting on the side of Blizo’s belly before moving to settle on his hip.

“Good night, my little imp.”

“G’night,” Blitzo muttered. His chest felt kinda warm. He’d have to check the heating in the morning. The imp’s nose twitched as he could smell the spiced body lotion Stolas used before slipping away into sleep.

#daddy blitzo #helluva mpreg #hb #shadow writes stuff #I'll probably toss this over on ao3 after I do a few more of them #Anonymous #asks #one time

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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i just watched this video of chris drunk during an interview and omg he is the cutest bean ever😍 so here comes another request, chris is out, drinking with friends and he calls you because he is clingy with you more so when drunk and he is just spilling everything, how much he loves you and the whole wedding vows and promises and then he comes home but doesn’t recognize you and he is like ‘no, i don’t wike you, i have a girlfriend’😂 i know very specific but omg i’m so in love with him💕

Babes, he is the Sweetest cutest drunk man ever, if its the video where he goes on about how hes not a tap dancer, but lets lay claim to that fame, cause why the hell not. XD haha. I loved trying to picture what he would do. And absolutely he would get so gushy for his girl, needing to tell her how much he loved her. Awww. Love this one, thank you so much!

“God I need a break”

Chris’s arm slung over his eyes as he tipped his head back, taking a deep chest raising breath. You glanced up from your seat across the room, watching him from over your book. A frown playing on your lips at the sight of him being so tensed and stressed out. Everything about him right now was taunt and rigid. And with a sigh he moved back into a sit, leaning over his documents spread on the coffee table. Setting your book aside, you grabbed your phone and headed into the kitchen, pulling up a group chat with all of Chris’s closest friends.

‘Hey what you guys all doing tonight?’ You chewed your lip a bit waiting. They were rather quick though, sending you a quick fire replies.

‘Nothing!’

‘Staying home on the couch watching trash tv’

‘Suggestions?’

‘Whats up Buttercup?’ Last one came from Scott, he started giving you teasing nicknames simply cause you were practically his sister in law at this point.

‘Chris desperately needs a night out with all of you, and wont ask for it himself. Help him (and me) out?’

You peeked back out of the room, to see Dodger huffing at Chris with a ball in his mouth, shoving into his lap. Chris absently with a flick of the wrist tossed it across the room. The fact he wouldnt even look up, but the crease deepened in his forehead as his eyes scanned the words, rubbing his chin let you know he needed this. He kept up like that, his beard you adored so much was gonna be rubbed off. Come on guys, you thought. It was then you heard the ping, and it popped up on your screen.

‘Say no more, we will take care of it’

They were the best. Seconds later Chris’s phone started buzzing, rattling across the coffee table, jarring him at the noise. It was persistent, as he reached to grasp it, going through the ‘Buddy, Julios, 8 pm tonight!’ messages, Scott sending a private one later ‘Picking you up tonight’ Leaving it so Chris didnt have to worry about driving.

“Y/N, the guys want to go out tonight... “ He pushed off the sofa and went in search of you, finding you standing at the kitchen counter, selecting an apple out of the fruit bowl and start slicing it up. “Hmm, whats that Chris?” You ask while coring your fruit, asting as if you didnt know what he was gonna ask.

“Guys want to go out tonight, you want to come? They are apparently not taking im to busy as an answer. Scotts driving.”

You act surprised, and give a shake of the head. “No, Im gonna stay home tonight. Working on a work project, and I want to finish it up.” You gather your fruit in a bowl and come around to reach him. “But I will leave the porch light on for you Handsome.” You lean up as if to kiss him and when he went to meet you, you stuff an apple in his mouth, grinning as you pluck up another piece and snip of the tip of it.

“Just dont forget your keys cause I will be sleeping.” You smirk, after swallowing, moving to go around him. He wasnt about to let you get away though, catching you around your hips and pulling you in close, using his beard to tickle your neck. “Oh I know you had something to do with this Baby!”

You are laughing and squealing, denying your guilt as you try to escape. “No way! It wasnt--- CHRIS!” he was relentless though and chased you into the livingroom once you broke free, already he was starting to relax more.

That night, you did as you promised and left the porch light on, making sure the door was locked and headed into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Your phone sat nearby, and right in the middle of you scrubbing for those pearly whites, Chris’s ring tone popped up, the phone lighting up the picture of the three of you. Picking it up, you had to chuckle at the message.

‘Baby, I miss you so much. What are you doing? Do you miss me yet.(sad face sad face heart)’

You typed out ‘Brushing my teeth and heading to bed. Sounds like your having a good time. (wink)’

It wasnt even seconds before you got another one, this time it was ‘But do you MISS me?’ Yea he was tipsy, he always got a bit needy once he had some liquor in him.

‘Yes, course I do. Sleeping all alone is tough without you to cuddle up with.’ You knew that would make him smile. Snapping off the light, you go into the bedroom and turn down the bed, setting about doing the rest of your nightly routine when it pings again. This time there is a video, which you move to sit up against the headboard, hitting play.

It starts out all wonky, like Chris didnt have the camera still, and then it turns to him, at an odd angle, he must not be holding it high enough, and hes shouting over the music. “Y/N, I couldnt type anymore, the keys are to small.” he lifts it higher and you can see the others in the background, goofing off and shouting at him to return to the party, he waves them off and steps away further, away from the music, so you can hear him properly now. “I just wanted to tell you how much I fucking love you. Oh so much baby.” He rubs his face quickly, you can tell what hes saying is important to him, something that hes kept for a while, but finally had to get it out. Whenever he gets emotional, he rubs and touches his face. “I just need you always in my life, and I know you will tell me not to be silly, but listen. I love you so much, I just need to tell you. When we get married, im writing my own vows, your worth so much baby, I cant wait to make you all mine. I still need to go buy that ring though. How do I open up reminders?” His finger slammed down on the phone and its here he accidentally hit send, making you laugh hard enough that tears start streaming down your face.

It was no hidden fact that Chris wanted to tie the knot, he had mentioned it several times, so you couldnt wait to show this to him to see that flush rise up his cheeks and him shrugging as if he confessed some big secret. “Dont pay attention to that, I have to do it right!” Little did he know that you didnt even need the ring. If he just asked, you would in a heartbeat agree. But as he said, he wanted to do it right, and you were fine with waiting for him to be ready.

You send a message to Scott. ‘Please bring Chris home safe, hes so liquored!’ Which Scott just sent back a laughing emoji, clearly amused with his brother. It went quiet, and you pull the blankets up, falling asleep shortly after.

It was a couple hours later when you heard Dodger shuffle out of the bedroom and give a soft bark. Chris must be home, you thought as you rolled to get up, and wearing nothing but his oversized tee, you pad out to see where he was. Ahh, the kitchen. On the counter was several bags of what looked like taco bell, and he was rummaging for something. You lean in the doorway and say his name “Chris, honey, what are you looking for?”

From in the fridge he remarks “more cheese, I need more cheese” Between his legs, Dodger also has his head stuck in the fridge, the two of them quite the pair. You open a cupboard and take out some nacho cheese, unscrewing the top for Chris. In this state of mind, you didnt want him to try for himself. “Here Handsome, I got you a jar.” He turned suddenly, half tripping over Dodger as he went for the bag of tacos, and dumping out a pile of food. “Your the best... “ drizzling cheese all over his taco and taking a big bite, he gave what could only be described as a dirty moan, his eyes rolling back. “This is the best, besides Y/N’s tacos. I miss my baby”

“Im right here” You state, but he ignores you, going back to his taco. While hes eating, you go back to lock the door, pick up his shoes, and leave the rest of his chaos for the morning.

Getting back, you see hes left behind his meal, and with a roll of your eyes you pick that up to. He would make it up to you tomorrow. You would be sure of it. Heading towards the bedroom, you saw him collapsed on the bed, groaning. You bite your lip to keep from laughing, going to set on your side of the bed. “Chris, do you want to get undressed?”

His eyes slanted open as he looked up at you, and he groaned, turning away. “Go away, wheres Y/N?”

Well this was a first for you, your hand touches Chris’s back. “Baby, its me.”

He shifted once more to turn on his side facing away from you, muttering “I dont wike it, Stop, go away, your not Y/N”

“Chris?” You move to lean over him, your hand braced on his shoulder for leverage to glance over his half sleeping form, and he half slapped at your hand touching him, grumbling into his pillow. “Stop, I dont wike it. Wheres Y/N?” It wasnt often Chris resorted back to placing his W’s in place of the L’s.

You pull back and study him a moment, getting your phone and texting Scott.

‘How much did you guys give Chris?’

‘Oh honey, that boy is out of commission when I dropped him off at home. He should be passed out by now.’

No shit Scott, you think. Setting your phone aside. Chris has shifted again, to his back, and gives a smile seeing you and sighing. “Y/N is so beautiful, I cant wait till we have all the babies. Little Y/N all over the place.”

You pat his chest and lay down next to him. “Yes sir, all the babies, and Chris can change all the dirty diapers, and car pool them back and forth to soccer camp.”

He loped an arm around you and cuddled you in close to him, humming. “Yup. Tell Y/N that when she comes home that I miss her.”

“Oh of course, she will be very happy to see your home safe.”

That made him smile and he buried his face in your hair. Within minutes he started snoring softly, and you moved his arm from over your chest to settle at your waist. Finally you to drift off for the night.

The next morning came to you waking up first, bleary eyed, Chris came into focus, having moved during the night. Now he was on his back, head tipped back into the pillows, and mouth wide open. You were pretty tempted to take a picture, but before you could move, he slung an arm around you and twisted to his side, muttering against your shoulder.

“What Handsome?”

“I want... to die. Ugh” He lifted his head enough to rub the sleep out of his eyes and rubbed his chin against your neck, resettling himself against you. “How bad was I?”

Your hand comes up to card your fingers through his hair, light and gentle, he started humming softly at the soothing feeling.

“Well... You insisted on eating tacos, left a whirlwind of stuff in our livingroom, and you didnt remember who I was.” That shot his head up, in confusion.

“What?”

“Yea, you were convinced I was another woman and everytime I tried to like touch you to make sure you were okay, You brush me off and demand to know where I was.” You giggled softly at the memory, and he dropped his head groaning.

“Shit baby Im so sorry if I was an ass.”

“No no, you werent. It was more like you just wanted to see me, and you werent gonna accept another woman. It was kind of cute. You kept saying I dont wike it whenever i touched you. Oh and you um... sent me a video.”

He grumbled against your shoulder. “Course I did... I dont even want to know what was on it.”

You bring your hand to slide down the back of his neck, to his shoulders and rub along his upper back. “Well, it was all good stuff Chris. It was about how much you missed me, and loved me, then there was talks about a wedding ring.” Again he groaned against you, lifting his head up.

“Listen Y/N, when I said all that... “ He started and you cupped your hand over his mouth.

“Stop Babes, you were drunk. You really dont have to say anything. It was a cute video, and thats all I took it for.”

His eyes flashed in a touch of relief, another less sure woman might have been hurt at her mans relief, but you knew better. Chris was a man who ‘wanted to do it right’. You tilted your head up and nuzzled your nose against his. “How about you jump in the shower, and I will go make us a hangover cure?”

“And whats that?”

“Why more alcohol of course.”

He seemed to ponder a bit on your offer, and rolled to sit up, stretching. “Your on baby. Can you stay in my shirt though?” His blue eyes darkened in desire. “Cause your so fucken sexy in my clothes and I have plans for us later.”

You move to get off the bed, cupping his face once you stand and kiss his lips playfully. “Of course” As you turn to leave, his hand snaps playfully across your bare ass, and you smirk leaving the room.

Party is just getting started now.

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dearyams · 4 years

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wanted to send you a prompt i was gonna do but i am too lazy prompt: mike and will have been dating but havent said i love you, mike is going on some trip for a week where cell phones dont work (obv future fic) and so Byeler is having a phone convo before mike arrives at his destination and they wont be able to talk to each other a week and will says tells mike he loves him but before mike can respond the phone disconnects as Mike arrives at the destinationn

[ crossposted on AO3 ]

“Finished packing yet?”

Mike turns from his suitcase and the clothes piles spread about the floor in his room and grins when he spots Will leaning on the doorframe a few feet away. He’s got two iced coffee cups in hand, indicative of finishing his part-time hours at the local coffee shop a few blocks north from the Byers residence. Mike wonders if Will biked his way over or took a lift with his brother to come visit before the Wheelers make their way on an impromptu trip to upstate New York at a cabin his dad had recently inherited.

The kneeling boy waves his hands at the disorderly state surrounding him and shrugs. “I’m trying and failing at packing the right clothes for this venture, I’ll say that.”

Will chuckles and walks fully into the room. He passes along Mike’s coffee, shoving around haphazardly folded pants to find a seat on the floor beside the other boy. Mike watches him grab a sweater and toss it aside. “It’s summer so you don’t need to pack heavy. Just grab some t-shirts and jeans; that should do. Shorts too if you’d like.”

“Sure,” sighs Mike before sipping from his cup. “I don’t want to make the visit miserable if I’m wearing the wrong clothes. Wrong for the weather and wrong for looking tolerable in the photos I know Mom is gonna force on me.”

Will laughs, a gentle breeze in the summer’s heat. “You’ll look good in whatever you put on.”

“As my boyfriend, you’re kind of obligated to say that.”

“Not really.” the brunette leans in to kiss Mike’s cheek. “I’ll let you know when you look bad if only for the sake of my own eyes.”

“And when you won’t be next to me, how will you judge my outfits properly?”

Will checks his watch and hums. “When’s your departure? If you have time, you can try out some of the outfits and I’ll let you know what works.”

Mike grins as he reaches over Will’s lap and snags a band t-shirt. “Sneaky aren’t you; tryna get me undressed.”

“I’ll cover my eyes.” Will places his unoccupied hand over his eyes but spreads his fingers between his middle and ring fingers to peek through the opening. Mike scoffs, tossing a stray pair of shorts at his face which makes the brunette laugh heartily. Mike already misses Will, the knowledge that they’ll be separated for a week squeezing his heart dry with romantic despair. He wishes Will could come with but the trip was pretty unplanned and though Mike's “job” as a blog writer and editor doesn’t require a remote location, Will’s job doesn’t allow the same ease when taking off work.

(Though Mike thinks he’ll probably still be working offline on an article if his mom doesn’t steal his laptop for “family bonding in the forest” time.)

Mike’s sudden fashion show lasts for about an hour and while Will does offer good input, most of that hour is spent playing around and Mike sneaking in as many kisses as they can get away with whenever Mike peels off a shirt and struggles to get his head through the tight collar of another. Afterwards, Will helps finish packing and when completed, they lounge about on Mike’s bed as Will discusses the customers he met earlier in the day.

Though he knows packing just mere hours before departure isn’t a habit he should develop, especially when the plans for his career require frequent traveling, he spent the night before editing a movie review scheduled for posting during the drive. Mike doesn’t regret his momentary time mismanagement if it means he spends more time with Will before the trip. The article can wait—he’s posting it early anyway—but time spent with his boyfriend is always coveted.

When Mike’s mom knocks on the door, Will pulls away from Mike’s chest where he rested his head as they page through Mike’s hard copy of The Golden Compass which he wanted to review in line with the show’s release. Shaking his head and straightening his hair as best as possible, Mike struts to his door and opens it with raised eyebrows. His mom looks up from checking her phone and offers Mike a tight smile before looking past him to wave at Will.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you two,” she starts warmly, “but Mike, we have to get going soon. The traffic through the city is getting dense thanks to an accident on the 70.”

“Got it,” replies Mike as he turns back to Will, who walks to his side with both their empty cups in hand. “I’ll see you in a few days, Byers.”

“‘Course.” Will grins and leans up to press a gentle kiss to Mike’s cheek. “Call me when you’re getting close to your destination.”

“Sure, worrywart,” he teases but turns his face to kiss Will’s lips one last time before he has to depart. He watches Will nod bashfully at his mom and give her a short goodbye before making his way downstairs. Mike doesn’t look away until he hears the front door closing and then he casts his gaze on his mom. “Are Dad, Nancy, and Holly waiting outside?”

“Yes,” she nods toward the front of the house. “We’ll all just waiting on you now.”

It doesn’t take long for Mike to join his family at the car, and as his dad pulls out the driveway, Mike turns in the direction of the Byers and smiles when he sees Will on his bike a little ways down the road watching. He sticks his hand out the window, his wave only growing more frantic when Will waves back. Holly giggles and Nancy makes a side comment about love sick teenagers as if she wasn’t one herself during her escapades with Steve, Jonathan, and now Robin. The first hour and a half fills with Holly saying “moo” every time they pass a cow on the way to the interstate and Mike feels like smashing his head against his window when they pass a farm and Holly moos until she nearly passes out. Pulling out his phone, Mike shoots Will a selfie of himself despondently looking out the window and groans when his cell service takes its sweet time sending the message along. Mike gets a reply a reply twenty minutes later: Will laughing at his misery with a short additional, “you’ll be there before you know it,” and a bunch of kiss emojis.

The next hour passes with Mike flipping through his ever growing Will gallery, a digital photo album filled with selfies and candid shots of Will, both solo and with Mike. He’s not one for being in photos himself but Will manages to drag him into a few selfies here and there. He doesn’t mind snapping a selfie either by himself or together—cheeks squished as they both attempt to fit in the frame as Mike holds the phone up and out—because Will always asks him to send the photo along and then makes it his lock screen until the next time he convinces Mike it’s photo time.

After settling on a candid shot Mike snapped when he and Will visited Lovers’ Lake and the sun framed Will like a bright halo of fire, Mike settles on playing a mobile game for about another two hours before staring out the window until the trees blend together and his eyes find themselves sliding shut. He wakes up a few times here and there when the family stops at gas stations and picks up snacks—he definitely remembers his mom arguing with his dad about stopping at a hotel which they ultimately don’t do—but he wakes up for the final time to his phone buzzing in his lap, startling him out of a dream he quickly forgets upon waking. Caller ID tags the number as Will and he immediately answers as he scrambles for his headphones in his pocket.

“Hey,” he begins, shoving the headphone plug into the slot at the bottom of the device, “Is everything okay back home?”

“Everything’s great,” Will’s voice crackles on the line and Mike peaks outside in the darkness to notice the forest surrounding him. They must be close to the cabin destination already. He didn’t think he had slept for that long. “Just checking in since it’s about time you’ve arrived if your dad didn’t take a rest.”

Mike laughs. “You’re cute, you know, checking up on me like this.” He hears Nancy snorting and reaches over Holly to pinch her bare arm. She glares at him and covers Holly’s eyes to flip him off. “Nancy says hello by the way.”

“Hello back to her.” Mike can hear Will’s grin and his heart clenches in sorrow at the current distance between them. “Are you doing okay there?”

“Yeah, peachy.” Mike yawns and covers his mouth. “Is it too cheesy to say I already miss you?”

“Maybe, but I miss you, too, so you don’t have to be embarrassed about it.”

A sleepy smile curls itself on Mike’s lips. “One week, Byers; one week and then I’m back.”

“Yeah, but don’t spend your time counting down the days, alright? I’ll do that for us both; you just have a great time at the cabin.”

Mike would kiss him if he could. “I’ll try my best but you know how my brain works.”

“Are you telling me it actually does work?”

“I’m breaking up with you.” Will laughs heartily. “Why are you laughing; I’m serious this time.”

“Sure, Wheeler.” Mike frowns as the last bit of his name gets caught in static. “Hey, I know this is probably something that should wait until you’re back but this separation made me realize I should tell you either way.”

“This sounds pretty important.”

“Yeah. I, uh, you probably already know this though but,” and Will takes a deep breath and releases it, though Mike hears it in short, split crackles. “Mike, I love you.”

The clarity in those four words stuns Mike into speechlessness and his mouth dries as his heart thumps speedily in his chest. Will is right, Mike already knows Will loves him, but this is the first time Will has ever said the fact out loud. I love you echoes in Mike’s head at the reverb levels of a rock guitarist. It takes far too long for his brain to come back online, but by the time it does, the car speeds past a brush of trees and the call suddenly drops. Mike looks down at his phone screen as the loud call dropped tone passes through his headphones. His home screen—a playfully disgruntled selfie as Will kisses his cheek—stares him back in the face as Will’s voice continues to bounce about in his head.

Mike, I love you.

Mike quickly calls back but his phone spits back the message that he has no service. “Nancy,” he hisses even though the entire car heard his part of his conversation with Will anyway, “do you have any service on your phone? I need to call Will back and my phone is being homophobic.”

Nancy raises her eyebrows but checks phone and shakes her head. “Looks like you’re straight out of luck.”

“Ha; you’re quite the comedian, aren’t you.” Mike reaches forward to tap his mom’s arm. “Mom, can I borrow your phone to finish a call?”

“Sorry, sweetie, I’ve lost service, too. I don’t think any of us can use internet on our phones.”

“Does the cabin at least have wifi?”

“Nope,” snorts Mike’s dad as he drives the car down a dirt road further into the forest. “You kids these days need to learn what life is like without cell phones anyway.”

Mike rolls his eyes and mumbles under his breath, “Okay, boomer.”

“What was that, young man?”

“Okay, bummer.” Nancy bites on her bottom lip and Mike sends her a grin before settling in his seat.

Their mom reaches a hand back to rest on Mike’s knee. “It’s only 7 days, Michael. I’m sure both you and Will can last that long without contact.”

He told me he loves me, Mom, he wants to explain but Will’s words are too fresh and far too private to blurt out in front of the whole family. He crosses his arms silently and turns to stare out the window, hoping that Will can wait out these next few days and hoping he doesn’t think Mike hung up on him after such an important conversation. I love you, too, he thinks to himself, smiling as he presses his hand against the chilly window and imagines Will on the other side as if the car window is the window in Will’s room and Will’s inside watching Mike with that ever so lovestruck grin filled with appreciation that Mike came over despite the cold night to comfort Will from the nightmares that occasionally plague him to this day.

I love you, Will, he repeats inwardly, wait for me.

#byler #byeler #mike wheeler #will byers #fluff #drabble #request finished #sidenote: i call the book 'the golden compass' because that's the title in the states!#on ao3

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durativo · 5 years

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Scissors emoji for murder

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.

(Right now? Brutally, horribly, bloody?

Oh Vergil.

Don’t you know you don’t deserve that?)

“You can’t be serious…” Was Vergil’s first words when he finally woke, peering around a clean cold room, sterile, the scent of rubbing alcohol, his body sunk into a massive bed, at least three needles in his arm, and five wires sticking out of him in total.

“Oh, I’m being serious.” Dante is sitting in the light of the window, arms folded, body leaned back.

Vergil lifted his head, an ache passing through his whole spine as blood rushed down from his head and he practically fainted right there. The blackout lasts a couple seconds. When Vergil wakes, Dante is holding his head up a bit telling him. Don’t overdo it.

It takes Vergil a good long while to figure out what happened before this. He finally recalled sparring with Dante, not for any good reason, honestly when was there? And then he recalled waking up here.

Dante has to fill him in on the part where – with no real serious attack from Dante – Vergil’s mouth just started filling up with blood until he vomited it on the ground. Where no matter how hard he shook Vergil, or even slapped him around, Vergil did not seem to respond. How Vergil looked like a corpse. How his eyes didn’t even shut.

Dante left out the part where he started panicking for help. Someone. Anyone. He leaves out the part of literally picking up Vergil and just running to the emergency room because knows how to get there, he’s been there before, just never for himself, and certainly never for his brother.

When they had to cut Vergil out of his coat, his body seemed to tell some horrific story.

There was stab wounds that looked ancient. Like they hadn’t healed in years. Not oozing or festering, but they didn’t close up, just hardened over scabs. His body has long cracks that branch out like a fractal tree, occupying his skin on his arms, on his feet, on his neck, around his chest.

He looked like he’d been rotting for years.

Now that he was awake, it would be a perfect time to yell at him, scold him for hiding this, for acting like it wasn’t happening.

But that would be foolish.

Because Dante would have to pretend that he didn’t notice either.

That the years slipped by and the way Vergil moved wasn’t slowly changing. That Vergil used Yamato like a cane more than a weapon. That maybe he had a hand in this, that maybe Vergil didn’t even eat when he barely bothered in the first place, that Vergil was spending more time alone and buried in a book than he used to, that Vergil wasn’t struggling to do simple things. That Nelo Angelo wasn’t just trauma – that it wasn’t a misery of the body – that this wasn’t a side effect of a now 30 year long ongoing struggle.

He’d have to pretend this was a surprise.

The only surprise was that it was happening now.

He puts Vergil’s bed up, letting him sit up since Vergil cannot seem to really bring his body up the way he wants. Vergil doesn’t really seem to process what Dante is saying. Like talking to a wall. Maybe even a wall would react more.

The way the doctor put it is like a stab to the throat.

“I would tell you how long he’s got, but I’ve never really seen anything like it… I don’t even know how he’s alive now.”

They are different. They are not human. They are not demon. There is nowhere for a hybrid to be. There is no place for them to go. No book for them to read. No person for them to speak to. Even if Eva and Sparda were here now – and by now, he’s not sure Eva would be, although he knows damn well Sparda would (which is not what he wants, but that’s hardly the issue) – they would have no way to understand this. Eva was human. Sparda was demon.

Not even their parents would know what they are going through. Even when just the two of them were together. They had always been alone.

“When you can complete a physical therapy test, you can go home. It’ll be tomorrow.”

“That’s a way to test if human’s are strong enough to go home.”

“Well that’s what you are.” The nurse said it so matter-of-factly.

Dante looked at Vergil, surprised to see him stunned to silence.

After all this time, it was this that finally hit him. She continues to explain but Dante can see the look on Vergil’s face means he’s checked out. He’s sure if he had the strength, he’d throttle the nurse for even insinuating that’s what they are.

The rest of the day Vergil just remains the same. Stunned silence. No matter how much talking Dante does, he gets an eyeroll, a little sigh, but not a word. When visiting hours are over he tells his brother to go to sleep, he tells him in the morning he can order whatever he wants and this hospital had surprisingly good breakfast.

Dante couldn’t sleep that night. He stays awake all night staring at the clock.

Visiting hours open at 8am.

Dante sits there with his boots on the desk since 10pm when he got home.

Maybe at 12am he gets up to get a glass of water. He doesn’t drink much of it.

Blue light of dawn starts to filter in at 5:30.

At 7am he gets a phonecall.

“Devil May Cry… sorry, we’re not open today.” Dante tells the phone and is about to hang up when he hears someone.

“Mr. Eva?”

The name freezes him.

He forgot the hospital records had him under that name.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Oh. Um. We need to talk to you. It’s about your brother.”

“Okay. I’m listening.” Dante replied.

“… Somewhere about half an hour ago, the nurses got an alarm that his EKG flatlined.”

Dante’s whole body fills with dread.

Tell me it happened.

Tell me it happened and I wasn’t there for him.

Tell me it happened and I couldn’t hold him.

Tell me it happened and I hadn’t even said goodbye.

“Okay.” Is all Dante says, cutting off the speaker.

“–Well, what happened was the machine disconnected because he ripped out the cords. We found a lot of blood around the window, and broken glass and– it looked like he jumped.”

Dante nearly dropped the phone on the floor.

Of course he would.

Of course he’d rather.

“But we can’t find his body.”

Dante felt something kick him in the gut.

“I’m so sorry sir. I don’t know what happened. We’re calling to ask if he is with you. If not, we’ll contact the police–”

“No.” Dante snapped. “I know where he is. I’ll go get him.”

“I’m terribly sorry sir.”

“No. I’m the one who’s sorry.” Dante slammed the phone down and threw his coat on before he headed out.

The hospital was not that far, out of town, it was in the countryside. There was a forest around the area. The building was quiet and calm and a good place to heal. Dante stands outside the rows of windows that Vergil’s room was at. He can see on the third floor the broken one, and the trail of blood that runs down it to the second and first floor windows. Everyone is standing around.

There’s a trail of blood in the grass, and it leads into the forest.

Dante doesn’t really go in far before he finds him.

Vergil is laying in hiding the underbrush. Dante knelt before him, catching the heavy scent of Vergil’s blood before anything else.

Vergil is wheezing. His ribs are cracked, his air leaks out of his body. He’s got a broken leg, his knuckles are covered in blood and broken glass, and Dante sees he’s got a nice shard of glass, about nine inches long, tapering to a fine point, and he’s sliced it across his own throat a couple times.

“Dante–” For all his pathetic weakness, he uses every ounce of strength to throw himself on his brother, and squeezing, pushes the glass into Dante’s hand, slippery with blood.

“Kill me. Kill me I cannot take this a second longer – kill me before I kill you–”

Oh… how those words have no weight anymore.

Dante grabs the glass and shatters it on the trunk of a tree.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Dante snarled at him, and picked Vergil up like he was nothing, and held his broken body close. “I thought you were fucking dead!”

“Kill me!” Vergil isn’t even explaining himself anymore, he doesn’t want one, he doesn’t deserve one, he just wants this over with. “You should’ve done this years ago – I should’ve – fuck…” Vergil is panting hard, and Dante realized he was squeezing his brother’s side to his body. He pulled him away so his broken ribs weren’t getting any more damaged.

Dante held his brother. Held him like a mother holding her child, and Vergil felt so light, it was like carrying one. He just holds Vergil limp and gentle as he can, hugging him to his body.

Vergil choked. Dante worried that he was going to puke blood again, and held him upright so that he wouldn’t choke on it. But no. That’s not what he choked on. A sob broke free.

“The Yamato… will not come to me…”

Dante stands completely still, holding his brother in the forest, and looking around at the emptiness. The sunlight was dappled by the leaves of the trees. Glistening on their faces.

Vergil is shaking.

“I tried to call it… I want it… I just… I was going to...” How broken and uneloquent Vergil is now, when his voice is choking with emotion, and his sobs break half his sentences. “I was going to let it kill me… but it wont come to me.”

“Maybe it’s trying to save its wielder’s life.” Dante huffed.

“I am worthy of it no longer…”

“Don’t make shit up.” Dante barked. He doesn’t recall that Yamato asking people to be worthy of it. He also doesn’t recall the Yamato’s blade not responding to Vergil. He doesn’t bring up either of those thoughts.

“You’re going back in the fucking hospital. If you break out again, I’m breaking your other leg. Do you understand?”

Vergil takes that another way. Dante is not listening to him about Yamato. Dante is not listening. Vergil quickly stops sobbing, and just goes despondent.

They put him on the first floor. He can’t even begin to try to physical therapy test, because his broken leg and ribs. Vergil lashes out at everyone, and by the end of the day, he’s gone catatonic. Dante agreed to sleep over at the hospital, and keep a watch on Vergil because he was so unstable. Vergil is still catatonic. Dante doesn’t even bother trying to annoy him awake.

Vergil doesn’t eat. The hospital staff gets on Dante’s case about it, so he sits there on the bed with Vergil, and tries to convince Vergil to eat – which turns into him eating Vergil’s food just so the hospital will shut up.

“You’re not going to get better like this.” Dante huffed, shoving a spoon through a plastic cup of jello. Dante doesn’t expect a response, but he sees Vergil shift, and his glazed over, veiny, tired eyes, bore a hole in Dante’s head.

“… I’m going to die here.”

It’s the first thing he’s said in three days.

After he finally speaks again, he starts to move around a bit. His hybrid body has healed his broken leg, but it has taken such a ridiculous amount of his energy Vergil is rarely awake, and rarely doing anything. In the middle of the night, when the pain starts to flare up, when the Underworld and the Human world start to meet because of the shift; in those hours, those witching hours, around midnight to 3am, Vergil wakes up and gasps, and begs Dante once again to kill him, begging, bribing, pleading.

You’re my brother. How could you do this to me? How could you let this happen to me?

Dante knows tonight is the same goading into death, and his words only mean what’s happening now… but Dante feels like Vergil is asking him about everything. Dante thinks on those words after Vergil goes back to sleep. How could you let this happen to him?

Dante sits there by the window, waiting until he’s sure Vergil is asleep, and waiting for his moment to be alone, and he curls up in the light of the moon and starts to cry.

After a lot of breaking down, Dante thinks they’ve finally just settled into this, that they’ve accepted what is happening. Vergil nibbles at food at least once a week, and the hospital… well, the hospital never stops reminding them of the truth, but they’ve always been good at dodging the truth regardless.

Dante brings food from home, and the staff is fine with it, so long as Vergil could just eat something. He makes Vergil a strawberry sundae, although it’s a little melted by the time he’s got the container to his room. He doesn’t help Vergil feed himself because his battered pride has already taken enough. He just opens the container and sets it down.

“Here. It’s a sundae.” Dante said, holding it out to him.

Vergil stared at the mix of red and white. He stares for a while, and glanced up at Dante. Dante has brought his own sundae, and after some struggling, Vergil finally does pick up a spoon and carry a spoonful of the thing to his mouth.

They eat. It’s silent for a bit.

Vergil set the spoon down. “… When I die, bury me at home, in the garden.”

“Yeah, finish your sundae first.”

A roll of Vergil’s eyes, and smirk from Dante, they laugh. Any moment they can bring themselves to laugh is a well needed respite from everything happening around them – and in the end, for Dante, hadn’t it always been that way?

“Sir, you can’t do that in here.”

Dante stepped into the room to find Vergil sitting by the window. It’s the first time he’s actually seen Vergil out of bed in a while. He’s in his hospital gown, leaning his head out the window, with a lit cigarette in his mouth.

Of course, word got out that Vergil was ill, and Kyrie had sent a gift basket from everyone, it had fruit and snacks and flowers and get well soon cards and drawings from the orphans that Kyrie hoped would cheer them both up. Nero had packed some other things as well, he also delivered it, and it seemed Nico had left Vergil some cigarettes and a bunch of other stupid things, condoms, liquor, and her card said nothing more than ‘Kicking the bucket already? Well then live a little!’

Of course, Dante failed to tell them he was, in fact, dying, so her card only seemed that much more distasteful. It’s probably because of that that Vergil likes her gift more than anyone else’s.

No pity.

That’s all he wants.

“I got him.” Dante coaxed the nurse to leave.

They stood their ground. “Sir.” They tell Vergil. “It is against the hospital rules to smoke inside here.”

“What’s it going to do?” Vergil asked. “Kill me?”

The nurse furrowed her brow.

“It’s not about you.” She said. “Everyone can be affected. Some patients here have weak lungs. You can get them killed.”

Vergil turned just to give the woman a look.

Dante knows what the look means. Something along the lines of ‘do you really think I care if I take some people down with me?’ It’s probably the most Vergil has ever looked like himself.

“Smoking is bad for your health.” Dante cut in.

“So are you.” Vergil replied. “They still let you come here every day.”

Dante finally turned to the nurse and told them to leave. They were still very upset, but seeing how both of them were not budging, they forfeit, and turned to leave.

“Doctor said he can’t give an estimate because he doesn’t understand how my body works. He said if he did, it would’ve been two weeks ago.” Vergil says all this around the cigarette on his lips and blowing smoke out the window. “I wish he was right.”

Dante just sits on the edge of the hospital bed and watched Vergil. He holds the cigarette between two fingers, gazing outside at the world like there’s something to see, but it’s always the same view, a low view of the garden outside the hospital. There’s people there, nurses and patients alike, sitting in the designated smoking area of the garden. It’s probably what drew Vergil to the curiosity anyway. Vergil sits there, bathed in sunlight, naked except for the I.V. on his arm, and the hospital gown around his body. He looks so small, his body is so skinny, he’s curled up, knees tucked in close to his chest, arms around his legs, his head leaning out the window. He’s reduced to this room. It’s his whole world.

“… You know…” Dante murmured. “Leaving it all behind… it’s… it’s not that bad.”

“How would you know?” Vergil replied.

“I’ve seen it.” Dante returned. Vergil glanced at him. Dante looked down at himself. The words tumble out while he’s not thinking. “I’ve seen a lot of people die. Even in a battle. Sometimes… the death is so violent, but… the aftermath… the aftermath is…”

Silence falls on him, and Vergil doesn’t make a noise.

“Everybody looks so peaceful when they die.” Dante murmured. “When it’s finally over. M-… Mom… she looks so peaceful when she died… even though… even though… they massacred her…” Dante sighed to hide back his voice breaking. “It took a lot more than just her. But over time… you start to notice. The way people look when they die. Like… they’re at peace somehow.”

Vergil just stares and doesn’t say anything for a long time. Finally he glances away and replies.

“…War and peace go hand in hand. War has always been for death… and there is no greater peace than death.”

Dante blinked. He wondered for a moment about asking Vergil where he read something like that, but he has a feeling it’s not some quote. He has a feeling Vergil is very familiar with it. It sounded like demon logic. Dante stared while Vergil smoked, the cigarette slowly fading away into ashes.

If he was a poet, maybe he’d find some sort of irony in Vergil smoking, considering what was happening to Vergil himself. A pile of ashes to compliment another pile of ashes.

But he was not a poet.

“How much are you hoping that cigarette is going to kill you right now?” Dante asked.

“I’m pretty hopeful.” Vergil replied.

Dante doesn’t really react. He finally sits there, joining his brother. The cigarettes remind him of someone he used to know, but he doesn’t bring him up, it’s not necessary, he doesn’t want to muse on the past, because that’s when he knows Vergil will really be gone, and even after all this time, he’s just not ready for that.

There is nothing graceful about the decline. Vergil’s pissing blood, he’s coughing up blood, and still smokes in-between it. He’s gotten so small. The doctors finally sit Dante down and tell him that he can take Vergil home, not because he’s gotten any better, or any independent from this experience, but because if he doesn’t go home now, he’s never going to see it again.

Dante is too afraid to take Vergil home. There are weapons at home. There are things that can kill Vergil. And even when they stood right in front of Dante and told him Vergil is going to die – he doesn’t want to accept it.

Vergil passes out at the simplest things. He got a bit of a headrush from a cigarette one morning, and suddenly he’s laying limp on the floor. He gets out of bed too fast, and wakes up on the floor. He can hardly make it to the bathroom, and Dante has gotten used to just sitting there and helping Vergil wash his body. Shave his face, avoid those horrific cracks in his skin that chip away at him like he’s made of stone.

“… Kill me.” Vergil says while Dante is shaving his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m working on it.” Dante huffed. He got used to Vergil uttering that. It was a common occurrence.

“Please.” Vergil whispered. “Dante…”

Dante puts the razor down, wiping Vergil’s face. “Stop.” he huffed.

“Please.”

“Enough.” Dante huffed, finally, feeling wetness leave his eye.

“Just kill me, please… you would have done it before.”

When I knew you were going to take others down with you. Dante wanted to snarl, but he’d checked in his anger at the door every day he came to the hospital. He had to put his anger and frustration away, otherwise he wouldn’t make it two minutes with this man.

Vergil’s shaking frail hand comes up and touches Dante’s face. Dante stills. This is probably the gentlest his brother has ever touched him, and it’s because Vergil has no strength left in his body. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t plead. It’s with a shaky hand and his stony thumb that Vergil wipes away a tear that’s on Dante’s face.

“I don’t want you to die.” Dante finally choked out, and his sob rose in his throat and cracked his voice before he could properly speak.

“I know…” Vergil huffed. “… But I want you to kill me.”

The decline had been fast, but that never means that Dante is ready for any of it. He’s not ready for Vergil to start going catatonic again. He’s not ready for Vergil’s pleas of death to be a welcome noise because now Vergil is silent. Now Vergil is nothing. He doesn’t eat. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak. It’s then that Vergil flatlined.

It was then that Vergil died.

With nothing. With no fanfare, with no final goodbye, with no last bit of respite. He does not go out with a blaze of glory, in a fight to the death, in a poetic way, in a violent way, in a way he’d want to die, in a way he deserves.

It’s peaceful. In his sleep.

And Dante is not there.

Of course, the staff are quick to revive Vergil. He even opens his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t move. Quickly he falls back into what he so longed to be. They call Dante quickly at some 4 in the morning, and Dante rushes in and stumbled to his brother’s side.

Vergil is comatose.

I’m not ready, I’m not ready, I’m not ready, I don’t want this, Vergil, please, I’m not ready for you to go.

Nobody is there with them. Dante can’t call anyone else. He can’t tell them to come be there for Vergil. Or in reality, be there for him. He’s all alone. His brother is dead already, a thread is barely holding him from being gone.

They tell Dante it’s his call to pull the life support.

If he was giving Vergil what he wanted, he would just rip the cord out of the wall and be done with it.

But he is not done.

He climbs into the bed of his brother, and pulls him into his chest. He is unconscious. He is so light, he is so weak, he is so small now, in this tiny room, hooked up to a tiny machine, surrounded by strangers, swallowed up in pain and in fear. Dante puts Vergil’s body on his, hugging him close.

He holds Vergil. The boy he lost when he was eight years old.

My brother. Who I mourned for 10 years.

My brother. Who has died a thousand deaths.

Yet Dante still isn’t ready for this one. He’s sobbing into Vergil’s hair, stroking his worn face, squeezing him close.

He is not ready.

He was not ready when he was eight.

He was not ready when he was eighteen.

He was not ready when he was twenty-eight.

He was not ready when he was fourty-two.

He was not ready now.

He has never been ready.

“I love you.” He choked out with a horrible break in his voice, that devolved into sobbing as he squeezed his brother’s head into his chest. “I love you, I love you…” He squeezes harder. “Can you hear me? Please.. tell me you can hear me.”

Dante stared down at Vergil in silence, his tears hitting Vergil’s face. He feels something on his arm. Vergil’s hand twitches, his fingers moving. Dante held his hand, squeezing.

“Can you feel me? I’m right here.”

Vergil’s hand squeezes. His fingers are like claws.

“I’m right here.” Dante whispered. “Don’t be afraid. Don’t be angry – I know you didn’t want me here. I know you waited until you were alone to die. I know you. I know the kind of person you are… but I’m here. I’m here. I won’t let you be alone.”

He can imagine what Vergil would say if only he was awake.

I’ve always been alone, Dante.

And how Dante wanted to lament everything, how he wanted to go back to that day and fix everything, how he wanted Eva and Vergil and Sparda to never leave him, how he wanted to make everything better, how he wanted to make everything right.

There is nothing left to do.

Dante holds his brother’s hand tightly, feeling what weak bit of life that remained in the twitching fingers of his brother’s frail hands. He cries for a long time, and after he’s cried he sings softly, as if it would help Vergil go to sleep, but his singing is choked up and broken and nothing sweet like how Eva sang that song.

Vergil’s hand goes limp.

The life support flatlines.

Dante, if he was a different man, would almost laugh, that even now, at least Vergil would still fight the one thing keeping him alive, and even then, managed to somehow fight the machine just to let himself die.

It always had to be on his terms.

Dante holds his hand up, and urges the strangers in the room to go away. He’s holding Vergil in his arms for a long time, until he starts to feel cold, until he starts to feel like a thing, and not a person, the whole time the alarm ringing in his ears, as if alerting him to what is happening, as if reminding him that this is real.

Finally, someone who could stand it no longer came forward and shut off the machine.

And everything is silent.

#long post #REALLY LONG POST I AM SO SORRY IF YOU ARE A MOBILE USER #death tw #terminal illness #drabble #i guess #you mentioned vergil not outliving his human body on your blog #so #uh #this happened #i am not one of brevity #but i know that vergil would want a bloody end so badly #.... but not dante.#so dante is just not going to give you that verg #yamatodad

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saveme-ruinme · 7 years

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Boyfriend Jooheon

A/N: thought i would carry on with the monsta x boyfriend!au thing

rip me tbh bc jooheonie is my bias wrecker its those dimples man oh my god probably the worst honestly but in the best way if that makes sense

The worst bc just try and guess what hes gonna do next

Aegyo? Scream? Rap? Laugh?

Jooheonie feels everything at extreme levels you know he wears his heart on his forehead lmao

When hes scared he’ll try and pretend he isnt but you know jooheon he may as well be carrying a fucking neon sign that says i am terrified

When hes happy he shines, he smiles with his whole face and he starts radiating positivity and gets loud with excitement, jumping around everywhere, not able to keep his hands off you so you’ll be stuck in his arms always

He does chill tho hes not always like that

Its just hes a very extroverted person who is full of energy so being loud and hyper is his thing

Its always nice when hes calm tho

Opens up to u that way telling u his deepest thoughts and secrets

Tells u everything bc thats just who he is doesnt want to keep any secrets from u

Is a really trusting and loving boyfriend

I dont think he would get all that jealous but if he did not the type to get angry

Will more than likely casually approach u and whomever is causing him to be jealous and then lowkey drape an arm over u givin u lil kiss

And then turning to whoever and introducing himself as ur bf

Does it really sly that it doesnt even seem like possesive type behaviour

Loves it when u go visit him at the studio bc when he likes to show u what hes working on and will rap lyrics that hes writing to u

Hes always inspired by u too which is why he likes to have u there bc he looks at ur face and boom hes written a whole new song

Writes about pretty much every aspect of ur relationship that sometimes starship is like,,,,, dude,,,, chill out a lil bit

Does not care in the slightest tho lmao continues to write songs about u

And if they dont make the album for whatever reason will just give them to u anyway

Like happy anniversary baby heres a mini album of songs i made for u they didnt make the monsta x album but u can have them anyway

U cried listening to them

At some point ur gonna have to fight minhyuk bc hes gonna get all up in ur shit about dating jooheon and proclaim himself king of jooheons affections

So just beat his ass bc he probably deserves it tbh but once hes cool with u the two of u become the jooheon protection squad

Grouping together to shower jooheon with love and affection bc he deserves it all

Although u may have to tell minhyuk to step off sometimes bc thats ur man

That makes jooheon laugh and hes standing there like im ur man soz not soz minhyuk

Serenades u all the time crying emoji

Like the two of u will be cooking dinner at ur place with music playing in the bg and he’ll just start singing to u while ur trying to chop carrots or smthn

Is always helpful

Helps with cooking, cleaning, laundry, literally anything he just wants to help out

Sometimes ur like calm down i got it i know ur tired from 15 hours of dance practice pls rest

Really appreciates when u take care of him like that bc sometimes his life is rly overwhelming and its nice when he doesnt have to worry about anything

Thats the general theme of monsta x as ur bf tbh

Do everyone a favor and poke his dimples

Especially when hes got that soft smile on his face when hes kinda tired

Poke them it will make him happy

Sends u hella selfies while hes away

Tells u its so u dont forget what he looks like lmao

Im crying im looking at gifs of jooheon for inspiration and its making all soft inside

On the the fun stuff smirk emoji

Honestly? Probably a sub if ur into that kinda stuff

Like yeah he does have his moments when hes being all strict and domineering and stuff but i dont think he will get it if u tell him to be ur dom

Will probably tell u to do his laundry bc he just doesnt get it

Not all that kinky either i imagine if u try and blindfold him hes just gonna get scared so dont do that its gonna ruin the mood

Is a hella giver tho u best bet

Always down to eat u out its one of his fave activities

Man can rap hella fast so u can bet hes good with his mouth

Believes in equality tho so u gotta suck him off too but isnt pushy about it

Whines about his boner until u get the message then kinda just lies back and lets u go to town

Holds ur hair back so he can see his cock disappear into ur mouth but wont push u to do anything

Very vocal about everything

Tells u whatever is coming into his head in that moment and makes pretty noises

Solid missionary man bc hes soft and likes to be face to face with u when hes fucking u so that he can kiss u whenever he wants

Although hes down to let u ride him especially when hes tired

The type to put his hands behind his head and just let u fuck urself with his dick

Might lend a hand to play with ur clit to help u get off faster if u asked

Cuddles afterwards

Will gather u up in his arms and just lie there until u both have caught ur breath

Hes likes to be a little spoon too okay so let him be a little spoon

And run ur fingers through his hair while cuddling him he will love it bc it makes him all sleepy and cute

I gotta stop now imma start crying soon i love jooheonie

HE MAY BE A HELLA COOL RAPPER BUT HES ACTUALLY FULL OF AEGYO

HES SCARED OF EVERYTHING OKAY SO U GOTTA TAKE CARE OF HIM

HES A BIG BABY BUT HE LOVES U AND WILL TAKE CARE OF U THE SAME WAY U TAKE CARE OF HIM

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girls-scenarios · 7 years

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Let it Happen (Sequel)

Idol: Sana (Twice)

Prompt: Can you please do a sequel to Twice Sana's Let It Happen scenario? I really like it, and I wanna see what happens next~ 😆

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: Based on some things that have already happened to me this semester, like a ton of homework and a professor being missing the first day. Again, sorry this took so long, but I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: There are some curse words and one innuendo. I think that’s really all.

Let it Happen

“I cannot believe our first class was cancelled and the professor didn’t even tell us. I could have slept in an extra hour.” Sana stood staring at the sign taped to the door in front of her, eyes narrowed and lips pouting. Behind her, you laughed.

“I can’t say I’m that disappointed, honestly. We can go get the breakfast we didn’t manage to eat before coming here.”

“You just don’t want to do a public speaking class,” Sana said, turning to look at you and crossing her arms. You rolled your eyes and tugged at her arm, pulling her away from the class and towards the door heading out of the building.

“Only communications majors would want to take a public speaking class, Sana. You guys are the weird ones.” She gave in and let you hook your arm through hers as the two of you walked. It was the first day of Fall semester classes and there were people everywhere, with their maps of the campus out and their phones glaring their schedules up at them. Sana effortlessly moved through the clumps of confused freshmen and tired seniors, pulling you along behind her.

“You never know,” she said, speaking over the voices of all the other students. “Maybe taking this public speaking class will end up helping you. Maybe you’ll switch majors.” You scoffed and tightened your hold on her arm so that she didn’t leave you behind, shaking your head vigorously.

“The only reason I passed Interpersonal Communication is because I had you to slowly explain each and every single point to me. I was lucky there weren’t any actual exams, or I probably would have failed.”

“You’re being dramatic.” As the two of you exited the building, you breathed a sigh of relief at the feeling of being able to move your shoulders without bumping into another person and steered Sana in the direction of the mess hall. The sun was shining bright outside, beating down onto the campus below, and Sana squinted her eyes against the light, looking up at the clear blue sky above.

“I wonder why he cancelled,” she said as she looked around. “It’s a nice day out here.”

“Maybe he was dreading public speaking too.” Sana turned and playfully punched you in the arm, making you wince and whine dramatically.

“I’ll check the class shell. He probably said why there.” She pulled out her phone as the two of you came up to the mess hall. You opened the door for her and untangled your arms so that you could make sure she didn’t run into the door as she squinted at her phone screen, grumbling under her breath. She’d already forgotten which password she’d chosen to use this semester.

“What do you want to eat for breakfast?” She glanced up when you spoke, giving the food options a once-over.

“Anything that I can get coffee with. I’m going to need caffeine if I’m going to have to deal with you making jabs at my major all day.” You smiled and took her arm again, pulling her along towards the waffles.

“I’m not that bad,�� you said, “you’re exaggerating and you know it.” Sana huffed, side eyeing you as the two of you stepped up to the counter to get the coffee.

“I’m getting the largest one here. And you’re buying.” You laughed, and she felt a rush run through her body that had nothing to do with the promise of coffee at her fingertips.

“Fine, two large coffees and two waffles. Would you like anything else, Princess?” She liked that nickname. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she put on her haughtiest look and sashayed away, making you laugh again, loudly. Some of the students in the mess hall looked up from their phones and conversations to give the two of you weird looks. “People are going to think you’re a drama major if you keep this up.” As the two of you walked up to the counter to pay, Sana flipped her hair again.

“Really? You think I’m that good?”

“No. I think you’re just that over the top.” She stuck out her tongue at you.

“Well, since you’re paying, I’m gonna go find a table. Keep being rude and I’ll make you stand while you eat.” As she walked away, you raised your voice so she could hear you over the hum of conversation that filled the room.

“You know you love me.” As she walked away, Sana shook her head and looked down at the ground. That was the problem. She was actually falling in love with you, and she was totally, completely, absolutely screwed.

“I feel like this is deja-vu.” Jihyo sat at her desk, leaning back in her chair to look at Sana with her arms crossed over her chest. “I’m not a communications major, you are. You’re the one that’s good at relationships. I haven’t dated anyone in two years.”

“I could set you up,” Sana said immediately, causing Jihyo to give her an unimpressed look and turn back to look at her laptop.

“I will not hesitate to kick you out of my room.” Whining, Sana flopped back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.

“I just need advice on what to do. Can I not ask my smart friend for advice?” The fan in the corner of the room began to squeal, filling up the empty air as Jihyo typed something on her laptop instead of replying. Sana started counting the pieces of glitter on the ceiling as she waited for a response.

“You can ask me for advice, sure, but my specialty is in math and science, not relationships. You should ask Jungyeon.” Sana stopped counting (so far there were 153 pieces of glitter) and lifted her head off the bed.

“Jungyeon?” Jihyo placed her chin on her palm and glanced Sana’s way.

“Yeah? She’s dated like, six people. She’s dating Nayeon now, and I’m pretty sure she dated Momo in high school. She has the experience.” Sana let her jaw drop open, quickly sitting up.

“I knew she was dating Nayeon, but wow. I can’t believe I’m friends with a player.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that. Also, you didn’t hear any of that information from me, okay? And don’t tell Nayeon.” She squinted her eyes suspiciously at Jihyo, but the older girl just looked back at her laptop, obviously done with the conversation. “Now go bother her, please. My art history teacher already assigned a shit ton of homework and it’s all due tomorrow.”

“Damn. Good luck with that.” Jihyo groaned and leaned forward in her chair, closing her eyes and wincing a bit.

“Thanks. I’m gonna need it.” With one last glance at her friend, Sana jumped up from the bed and headed out the door, pulling out her phone as she closed the door behind her to send a warning to Jungyeon that she was coming over. She’d already walked in on her and Nayeon once, and she really didn’t want to do that again. As she walked through the halls, she noticed that she’d gotten a message from you and opened it.

The professor for public speaking will be back tomorrow :(

She laughed and sent a few emojis back before stopping at the door to Jungyeon’s shared dorm with Nayeon. Her knuckles had barely touched the door in a knock when the door was jerked open.

“Welcome. Make yourself at home. Thanks for the heads up this time.” With a roll of her eyes, Sana slipped past Jungyeon into the room. Nayeon was sitting on her bed eating some kind of chips from a giant bag, and Sana remembered why she never hung out in their dorm room. Clothes and stuffed animals cluttered the already small room, and Jungyeon’s shoe and hat collections had been getting out of control for the last few semesters already.

“Did Jihyo get tired of listening to you whine about (Y/N) and kick you out again?” Sana decided to sit on the desk chair instead of the bed. She didn’t want to know what happened on those sheets.

“She said that she’s not the person to ask for relationship advice. She said you guys would be better.” Jungyeon rolled her eyes and hopped onto the bed beside Nayeon.

“She didn’t happen to mention that she’s been talking to that freshman girl, did she.” Sana huffed and pulled out her phone again, quickly going to Jihyo’s number.

“No, she didn’t! Why am I always the one to be left out of the loop?”

“You were probably too busy fawning over (Y/N) to notice,” Nayeon said, letting Jungyeon take the chips. “Anyway, what do you need to know? It’s obvious you guys are totally all over each other. Just ask them to go on a date with you or something. It’s not that hard.”

“But what if I’m wrong and you’re wrong? What if they just want to be friends and they’re naturally super friendly?”

“Sana, you guys literally hold hands all the time. They always buy you food and make sure you eat and you’re both totally whipped for each other. Plus, you’ll never know if you never try. Wanna know how I asked Nayeon out?”

“No,” Sana said, shaking her head so fast it hurt her neck. “Please spare me the details. You guys are gross.”

“You don’t have any room to talk,” Jungyeon replied, shrugging her shoulders and shoving a handful of chips into her mouth. Nayeon leaned forward.

“Listen. Just take our word for it and ask them out. I promise, you wont regret it.” Sana sighed and looked down at the phone in her hands. You’d replied with a crying emoji, and a skull.

I need comfort food, let’s go get ice cream.

“Thanks, guys. I’ll do my best. Now you guys can get back to doing whatever you were doing before I came in.” Nayeon grinned and wiggled her eyebrows, making Sana fake gag as she stood from the desk chair and headed to the door.

“We believe in you, Sana,” the older girl said, at the same time that Jungyeon yelled “get some” at an embarrassing level. Sana made sure to slam the door as she left, hoping the blush on her face wasn’t too obvious.

Meet at the regular?

Yes please :)

Be there in 10.

The little ice cream parlor near the campus had been Sana’s go-to spot since she’d started as a freshman, and it had been the best decision to share it with you. Jihyo and Mina were always too busy with school to come with her, Momo was always watching her diet unless it came to meat, and Jungyeon and Nayeon were gross to go with anywhere anymore. It was so much better to go with someone, because otherwise she was usually the only single party there.

When she opened the door, she was greeted with the usual sight of a quiet interior, decorated in a retro theme with records lining the walls. The owner waved when she came in.

“The regular for you today?” She nodded, walking up to the counter and watching him scoop it into her favorite waffle cone. Just as he scooped up the last bit, the bell over the door jingled and Sana turned around to see you walking inside, framed by the bright sunlight shining in through the windows. The smile that crossed her features was involuntary, and her heart skipped a beat when you smiled back, walking up to the counter.

“Hey. Miss me?”

“Always,” she replied, bumping her shoulder against your own. The owner cleared his throat, and Sana gave him an apologetic smile, reaching over to grab her cone.

“For you?” He asked you as he rang her up.

“The regular. For the start of the semester.” He chuckled and gave Sana her receipt before grabbing your cone and leaning over to scoop up your favorite flavor.

“I had almost forgot you guys were already starting. I guess this is one way to kick it off.”

“Starting this semester right.” As he handed you your cone and began ringing you out, Sana wandered over to one of the tables and sat down, tasting the ice cream. It was sweet as ever, and she closed her eyes for a second, savoring the taste.

“You really like this ice cream, don’t you?” She opened her eyes, and you pulled out the chair across from her, grinning.

“How could you tell?”

“Call it a hunch.” She giggled and decided not to reply, taking another bite of her ice cream instead. As she ate, she let her eyes wander over you, taking in your relaxed figure and the way your lips closed around the ice cream, leaving remnants behind on your lips for you to lick away. Realizing she was staring, she quickly looked back down at her own ice cream, remembering the advice from her friends. Well, it was now or never.

“Hey, (Y/N).” You looked up, eyebrows raised, waiting for her to speak. She licked her lips, wetting them and steadying her heartbeat. “Do you want to go out with me sometime?”

“Aren’t we out right now?” Sana shook her head.

“Well, kind of. But I don’t mean like this. I mean. Do you want to go to dinner with me? As a date?” Your eyes widened, and there was still some ice cream on your lips, left behind in your shock. Sana wanted to kiss it away.

“Wait. Are you finally asking me out?”

“What do you mean finally?” You chased away the ice cream with your tongue and smiled.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out since we met, pretty much.” Sana’s mouth dropped open in shock for what was at least the third time that day.

“Why did I have to be the one to make the first move here?”

“You’re the communications major. I’m way too shy to do anything like that.” She huffed.

“Just because I’m a communications major doesn’t mean I’m automatically good at knowing other people’s feelings.”

“Better than me. I almost failed the relationships class.”

“Interpersonal communication, you mean.” You laughed, and Sana’s heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest and fly away.

“Yeah, that one.”

“I take it back. No dinner for you, because you’re being rude to my major.” You leaned across the table, grabbing her arm.

“Wait no, I want dinner. I’ll stop making jokes about communications, just for you.” Sana tried her best to look disbelieving, but whenever she was around you, she just could stop the smile from spreading over her face.

“Somehow, I don’t believe you.” You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip, and damn, did she want to kiss you. “Fine, fine. My offer for dinner still stands.”

“Good. For a communications major, you’re really bad at this stuff.”

“You lied to me,” Sana said, narrowing her eyes playfully and leaning forward. “Will you ever stop using my passion to make fun of me?”

“Make me,” you said. The owner had disappeared into the back of the shop, and there was no one else around to care. So Sana leaned across the table and did.

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attina-the-responsible · 7 years

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How to Ask Out a Boy, According to Mermaids ~*~ [Mersisters]

In which Attina needs help!

[feat. Andrina, Arista, Alana, and Ariel. Adella and Aquata in spirit. <3]

@arista-the-musical, @alana-the-badbitch, @ariel-the-rebellious

Attina BREAKING NEWS: okay well not totally sorta kinda WELL andrina knows because i told her last night but anyways anyways GUESs WHO GOT A BOY'S NUMBER LAST NIGHT for the first time E V E R

Ariel: OMG OMG WHO

Alana You're welcome

Attina yes yes, shout out to Alana for giving me the gumption where would i be without you. [kissy face emoji] Attina ANDD his name is Paul. he's superrrrr handsome and charming.

Andrina and a dad,

Alana so when are you meeting

Ariel OH HE'S THE DAD GUY

Alana wtf Alana ew

Attina okay YES he is a dad but Attina babiessss Attina they're so cute

Alana double ew

Ariel he's really nice he seems like a good dad Ariel also he gives good advice

Attina wait, ariel how do /you/ know him??

Andrina wait how does ariel know him

Arista Sorry guys I had to wrestle my phone away from Van.... but now that I'm like caught up ATTINAS GONNA BE A STEP MOM

Ariel and he knows about safe sex

Andrina wait

Attina woah what

Alana what

Ariel texting!

Alana clEARLY NOt Alana if he has kids

Attina Oh god, I didn't even /think/ about that. Attina Maybe it was an accident?

Andrina so let me get this straight, your mystery guy was texting about /safe sex/ with Ariel

Ariel well yeah but he says that he was married and they wanted babies or something i think

Andrina ????

Attina Wait. He /was/ married???

Ariel it was a long conversation!

Andrina ?????

Arista Glad I don't have to worry about pregnancy anymore~

Ariel I think? I don't remember!

Andrina Honestly, I don't even know where to start with this

Attina Do you still have the texts???

Alana l m a o

Ariel Yeah! Hold on, lemmie get em

Attina Sidenote: Arista you should still be being SAFE

Ariel Okay okay he's a bartender... scrolling...

Arista I dunno guys like maybe he tried to do the right thing and marry the lady he had the kids with because he wanted to be responsible. Attina likes responsible

Alana when you bang him, you can look deep in his eyes and know he was telling your baby sister about rubbers

Attina ALANA

Ariel He likes chocolate

Alana i am just saying

Andrina I mean, he could have told her a lot /worse/

Arista No chocolate would be a deal breaker

Attina everyone likes chocolate ariel i need to know if he was MARRIED

Andrina could've gotten his dick out

Ariel OH, NO. NOT married

Alana that is also true

Arista unless he's allergic

Ariel he clarified that very distinctly

Attina Oh thank god. Okay SEE you guys

Alana woop de doo atty not a divorcee

Ariel He also said good boys like to be asked out by girls

Attina Look, he's very sweet and I'm not going to judge him for mistakes he's made. Not a Attina: WAIT what

Alana told you

Ariel You should ask him out!

Alana you listen to him and not me Alana do it do it

Ariel Safe and consensual sex matters, uhhh

Attina I CANT ASK HIM OUTTT

Andrina I really feel like we need screenshots before we can go forward with this convo because frankly i dont know if this guy tried to hit on ariel or not based on the info i'm getting

Arista Okay, so I'm like not the most observant but that sounds like a line to Ariel... Jumping from baby to oldest kinda fast. I wonder why I didn't get a line from him. Did anyone else get a line?

Andrina: see ^^^^

Andrina THANK you arista

Ariel His kids come first

Alana maybe he's gonna go through all of is

Ariel ASK HIM OUT

Alana **ys

Ariel I'm still reading hold on

Alana GODDAMNIT

Attina oh god

Andrina SEND SCREENSHOTS

Arista If there's one thing I know its music and boy lines

Alana nails are drying

Ariel OKAY OKAY

Arista oh wait thats two

Ariel [screenshots attached]

Arista or multiple

Attina wait ariel, he didn't hit on you did he???

Alana you can count arista im bloody thrilled

Ariel He was not hitting on me!!!

Andrina OKAY EVERYONE. Focus:::::

Arista ... Arista [sad face emoji]

Ariel Oh he didn't use a condom Ariel You should use a concom

Alana yes, attina, listen to ariel Alana i can buy them for you if you're scared

Andrina wow quoting shakespeare. u think he googled that

Attina GoD Attina I don't think so, he seems like the bookish type, honestly Attina he told me to impress him with movie references

Alana ariel for the love of god how little about sex do you know

Andrina ok h o n e s t l y these seem pretty pg, i am embarrassed on behalf of ariel if anyone Andrina love you ariel

Alana ' Is sex hot bc it's sweaty?'

Attina I feel like we apparently don't talk about sex enough

Ariel Listen, I hadn't been in the water for a while! I wasn't feeling right!

Attina all that pruning go to your head?

Alana are you going to tell us about the birds and the bees

Ariel Also sex is confusing. They tell you one thing in school and then movies and t.v shows portray otherwise.

Arista Guys he must like really like Attina because like he said he says nicely no to girls he doesn't like. So like he must really like Attina or he would've said no. No pity dates nope

Andrina ^^^^

Ariel Yeah pay attention to what Arista said!

Andrina yes getting back to the point now that we've #crisisaverted

Attina I don't know I don't know maybe he was just being NICE

Ariel He IS nice!

Arista Then wouldn't that make him a liar? right guys? right? Arista because he told ARiel one thing

Ariel No no he has kids and he's nice and he gave Attina her number!!

Arista and then is just "being nice" and saying yes so

Ariel Attina ASK HIM OUT!!!

Attina Well, maybe he was just taking pity on me like lol what is there to like

Andrina b o o attina stop that

Ariel Ummm, so much????

Alana oh my god attina

Arista You is kind. You is smart. You is... I don't remember the rest of that quote of the movie I watched with you Atty but it doesn't matter because those two things are true [okay hand sign emoji]

Arista Also Vanellope says hi and that you're super cool Attina

Attina important. That's the last one THO also probably the least true of those lmao

Andrina well if vanellope says it

Arista and that I look really cute when I'm worried

Alana if you dont text him i will

Arista and that I should stop typing everything she says, no serious-- Oh right yeah

Attina boys don't care about kind or smart

Andrina dont be a misandrist, attina

Andrina kidding Andrina dont generalize men attina

Alana actually jk i dont want to deal with kids

Attina He knows you're my sister so i doubt he'd give you his number

Alana how does he know??

Arista I thought that meant she didn't like woman

Attina oh wait that might be a good idea we can test him and see if he really would just give his number to anyone

Arista women*

Attina I pointed you out the other night

Alana wow

Attina WHAT he asked about my sisters and i couldn't find andrina

Alana no i meant wow about the whole TESTING HIM Alana sometimes you just have to take a chance

Attina also arista misandry is like the opposite of misogyny, which is what you're thinking of. i know, they're very close together

Alana on loooveee

Andrina ok as much as i'd love to fake-hit on Dilf Patts, that really wouldn't prove anything because he's a free bloke right now and i'm amazing so

Alana ask arista

Attina well we cant all have super cute nerdy girlfriends we're weirdly perfect with

Alana thats why you have to TAKE A CHANCE

Arista yeah like the ABBA song should be paul's theme song playing behind him right now "TAke a chance on me"

Arista wait what

Andrina AND attina what if you ran into another cute boy tomorrow and you hit it off and you gave him his number too?? you didn't enter into a social contract that's why you have to A S K H I M O U T

Arista what are we asking me Arista I was too busy singing ABBA

Attina ARIsTA got asked out not the other way around Attina what if i push too much you know i push too much

Andrina ok new strategy

Arista I kissed her first before she asked me out tbh

Andrina you text him Andrina first Andrina you Andrina make riveting conversation Andrina you entice him Andrina into Andrina asking Andrina you Andrina out

Alana flash your tits Alana no dont do that

Andrina second date, alana

Arista whats up with your phone Andrina

Alana lol

Andrina what Andrina do Andrina you Andrina mean

Attina more like maybe six or fifth date

Alana yeah Alana what Alana do

Andrina fourth date, but we'll debate it at another time

Alana you

Arista wow maybe it's my phone

Ariel Don't flash your tits! Ew!

Attina ALSO where is ariel did she disappear? alana go see where she is Attina oh hello sis

Ariel I had to pee Ariel LISTEN

Alana 😇

Attina im not flashing my tits at ANYONE

Ariel He said he likes when a girl asks him out!! Ariel So ask him out!!!! Ariel If he says no there are other of fish in the sea Ariel Some literal

Attina okay okay Attina wait

Andrina i can't believe you just made a mermaid joke Andrina yes i can

Arista yeah def ask him out, boys are more clueless than me sometimes

Ariel Well we ARE mermaids, remember?

Attina he told me to text him interesting animal facts right

Andrina no i forgot

Alana wait we are????

Ariel OH OH

Arista how could you forget Andrina you have a tail

Attina B U T

Ariel TEXT HIM MATING FACTS

Alana holy shit thats why i had a bloody tail in the bathtub Alana yes be like Alana the female praying mantis decours her mates head Alana real sexy

Arista you had a bloody tail? ew Arista also ew to the following

Ariel Did you know penguins mate for life? That'd be really cute to say

Attina no you don't understand i already told him about how starfish put their stomachs out of their bodies to eat

Andrina she shared with him that fact about starfish's digestive syst-- Andrina great minds

Alana perfect the praying mantis wont throw him off

Attina I TOLD HIM that he was kind of like a penguin

Andrina yeah he'll be like eat my head

Attina but saying they mate for life is er a little strong

Ariel SO IT'S THE PERFECT FACT

Andrina then youll be SEXTING

Alana that's sexy Alana eat my head

Ariel Don't eat his head

Attina im not going to SEXT im trying to get him to idk go to dinner

Arista nah boys don't like teeth

Ariel Oh! Oh!

Andrina facts about animals and food

Alana here's a wild idea

Andrina be like

Ariel text him about LOBSTERS!

Andrina did u know that animals, eat,

Alana "hey paul, do you want to get dinner?"

Ariel and then be like HEY SPEAKING OF LOBSTERS

Attina i can't do another sea creature that might be too obvious

Arista Oh oh oh, I like Lan's

Ariel and then ask him to go eat lobster Ariel which i might not approve of but

Attina what if i went for something totally innocent and left field like idk

Ariel or just ask him if he likes lobster! Ariel OH I KNOW

Attina a leopard only succeeds at 1 out of 7 hunting attempts lol bc then it's like me, trying to date,,

Ariel "How much does a polar bear weigh? Enough to break the ice!"

Alana well at this point literally ANYTHING

Ariel that's classic!

Alana thats cute ^^

Arista Very cute I like it

Attina oh that is kind of cute

Andrina all of these are GREAT options

Ariel leopards must be hungry alot :C

Attina nah their kills last for a week

Alana then its time to move on

Arista yeah no... self-decapitation? self...dep... whatever that word is with the texting and being down on yourself with the leopard

Alana yeah don't self-decapitate, atty

Andrina self-decapitation is exactly the correct word

Ariel Oh okay

Attina ugh. Attina should i go with the polar bear one then? what do i say after that?

Ariel Self-deprication, guys. Come on.

Andrina well it would depend on what he says?

Ariel Don't listen to them, Arista

Alana well it depends on what HE SAYS

Ariel yeah you gotta see what that is

Arista Self-deprication. Cool. Got it. Thanks Ariel!

Attina okay let's do a mock version just imagine he says something even /better/ and /cuter/ back

Ariel No prob Ris! Ariel CAN I PLAY PAUL Ariel I'm an actress now. I can do it.

Alana what if asks for tit pics

Ariel Alana!!

Attina he's not gonna ask me for nudes alana i think we've already established he's a /gentleman/

Arista I'm sure Andrina has some lying around

Alana 'm just saying boys can surprise you

Ariel do NOT send nudes

Andrina oh yeah totally Andrina borrow my nudes

Attina also does anyone else wanna take a shot at being paul or is ariel it?

Alana yes andrina pass along the nudes

Andrina i'm just giving them away absolutely

Ariel pfft like the brown hair won't throw him off at all

Alana well ariels the only one whos like Alana directly interacted with him

Attina okay okay go then ariel

Andrina wait i wanna go next though

Ariel okay okay so where is my cool animal punch line that your totally awesome sister gave you Ariel give me something to go off here

Attina hey how much does a polar bear weigh? Attina wait Attina should i say the whole thing what if he knows Attina what if it's too cliche

Arista then its cute if he answers

Ariel omg if he knows and says it back that would be SO CUTE

Arista you guys are like the same person Arista something to laugh about

Alana ^^

Arista cliche's are a talking point

Attina what if he thinks it's lame bc everyone uses it

Alana then you can be self-decapitating

Attina honestly? yes.

Andrina ok this is taking forever

Ariel "Enough to break the ice, I'm guessing. Nice animal fact." Ariel SEE that would be CUTE

Attina then what do i say?? thank you???

Arista wait is that a fact? Do all polar bears weigh enough to like break ice?

Ariel Self-DEPRICATING Arisa

Andrina idk use your people skills Andrina say words

Attina with global warming, probably

Ariel yeah! say thank you! Ariel and then like Ariel something witty

Attina something witty. Attina do you even KNOW ME

Andrina just do the sun emoji and the guy with the shades Andrina do that several times

Alana just do it

Arista wait what why are we yelling SElf Depreciating at me

Andrina then say that thing about global warming

Ariel "I've got a ton of them up my sleeve. But I don't give them out to just anyone."

Alana because we look so much alike, ris

Ariel make it sound like he's special!

Andrina and then you're talking about global warming what topic could be HOTTER

Arista depreciating? deprecating?

Alana this is takign too long

Arista no we don't

Ariel DEPRICATING

Alana has left the conversation.

Attina wow ariel wtf how are you better at this than me that's not fair i've been alive much longer.

Ariel I dunno

Attina has added Alana to the conversation.

Ariel I try really hard Ariel I think too hard?

Arista You're so dramatic Alana why aren't you in the play

Ariel Maybe I'm not the best person to give advice

Attina whattt what do you mean

Alana spoiler alerts u dont have to try so hard

Attina things are good with you and dash aren't you???

Alana ur all hot

Andrina this really IS taking TOO LON G THOUGH

Ariel I haven't even been kissed yet okay I'm obviously doing SOMETHING wrong

Attina thanks, alana

Alana andrina can u steal attys phone

Arista Yeah, you're waiting for him

Attina also andrina i can't text him TONIGHT it's late, he's got babies

Alana and just do it

Andrina that's a really great plan Andrina attina ignore what was just said

Attina and it's okay ariel, it'll take time!!

Ariel Yeah don't wake him he needs sleep when the babies sleep Ariel UGH but I want to kiss him already :CC

Arista Then kiss him

Attina not to be hypocritical, but, you could kiss him!!

Alana how are you supposed to shag with the kids in the next room

Arista Idk that's what I did with Van

Alana kiss him!

Attina you both like each other, right??

Andrina very quietly Andrina duh

Ariel But what if he hasn't kissed me because he doesn't want to???

Arista he's a boy

Alana thats not fun, andrina

Andrina um if you make up a game that you're spies it is

Attina maybe he's just shy

Andrina gags Andrina duct tape

Alana ball gag Alana ok i see it

Alana atty, let's go to the sex shop

Andrina NO Andrina LETS TEXT Andrina THIS

Arista Oh can I come!

Andrina BOY

Alana YES

Ariel Woah I thought she's supposed to have sex with Paul! Ariel With condoms!

Alana to both lmao Alana oh ariel

Arista I definitely need new toys

Ariel What? Ariel Oh ew!!! You're talking about like... vibrators and stuff!!!

Attina IF we have sex it will not be for a /while/ okay he's got babies im sure he doesn't want to be serious with anyone until he knows them really well

Alana mhm

Ariel I don't need these images!!!!!

Alana andrina just take her bloody phone

Andrina SHE Andrina LOCKED Andrina HER

Arista is it with the bloody tail? why is there blood?

Andrina DOOR

Attina I did. Attina HE NEEDS to SLEEP

Alana how long have you been alive ris

Andrina i'm gonna climb up your fire escape you bitch

Alana and listening to people speak

Ariel Arista there is no bloody tail okay

Attina bloody like the curse word arista, darling

Ariel Everything is fine

Arista It's different over text. Inflation and stuff

Ariel Guuuuys Andrina can steal her phone in the morning

Andrina look, if he's a sensible guy, he has the phone on silent just DO IT

Attina also andrina i think you're not listening to the whole I'LL TEXT HIM TOMORROW AT A REASONABLE TIME Attina no i need to be considerate

Ariel Be considerate!

Andrina n o

Alana inflation

Ariel He's a good Daddy!

Alana oh yes get him to be your daddy, attina

Ariel We already have a Ariel OH NO GROSS Ariel ew ew weew ewwewew !!!

Alana youre catching on, i'm so proud

Attina alana stopppp that's my future maybe person im seeing you're talking about

Ariel I did a lot of research after texting him okay

Arista Wait we're getting more siblings?

Alana yes surprise

Andrina ok so can we all just agree that you are going to text him tomorrow can you put an alarm in your phone can you promise me to do this so we n e v e r have to d o this a g a i n

Arista ohhhh you meant Daddy as like Daddy Arista gotcha

Attina yes yes you can come watch me do it if you want andrina

Ariel You guys are gross

Alana send me snapchats Alana all of us Alana the asking in action

Ariel I want screencaps! Ariel NO NUDES!!!

Alana no nudes

Attina no one is sending nudes, ariel

Ariel Good

Alana ariel's still underage

Ariel Hey!

Arista Andrina we probably are gonna do it again. There are seven of us

Attina ^^

Andrina i mean this specific first-text-to-paul situation

Alana not all of us need to be coached

Attina well hopefully there will be no need for it

Ariel Don't let your dreams be dreams!!!

Alana when sending a text to Paul

Ariel Just do it!!!

Arista yeah but some Arista idk who knows

Andrina well arista is taken so that's one down

Attina i'm sure i'll need all of you to help me choose an outfit for our date but you can come over for that

Arista yeah paul's not my type

Ariel I'm taken... I think?

Attina i'll make martinis!!!

Andrina i will happily pick out an outfit with you

Ariel Are you taken if you've only gone on one date and it ended in punch being poured on your head?

Andrina that's how my first date went totally

Attina um have you hung out since then? have you DTRed

Alana have you talked since then???

Ariel well DUH

Attina at least it's memorable??

Alana ew dont say that atty it sounds weird when old people do it

Ariel we went to school and he's visited me at rehearsal!!

Arista ^^^

Attina im not THAT OLD

Ariel also what's dtr

Arista aw he visited you

Alana define the relationship

Attina defined the relationship y'know had the "i dont want to see other people" phase

Ariel OH Ariel no we have not

Alana lmao thats when i run Alana well just ask! Alana if you wanna

Ariel but he did say he's gonna take me on a surprise date

Andrina holla

Ariel and play me a song

Attina oh see, there you go!

Andrina one of THOSE

Ariel and I asked him what I should wear and he said I should just look nice, which I always do

Alana wow

Arista You need to record the song. So I can judge

Alana ask him to play wonderwall

Ariel HIS WORDS Ariel not mine ok

Attina ooo yes secretly record the song

Andrina wow show up in sweat pants, no make up

Attina that's so SWEET

Ariel OH i LOVE wonderwall!

Andrina subvert his expectations Andrina smash the patriarchy etc etc bla bla

Arista wonderwall is so cliche

Ariel NO i have to look GOOD

Attina wonderwall is a perfectly lovely song

Ariel i'll try to record it but i also just want to be in the moment, y'know?

Andrina you can look good in sweatpants

Attina ugh yeah i guess i understand

Alana yoga pants make any ass look great

Ariel and Wonderwall is not cliche :C

Arista yeah if wanna be bored to sleep and be like every other dude with a guitar

Alana ^^

Attina i think him playing her anything is lovely and sweet and thoughtful

Arista I have high musical expectations okay

Ariel I'm going to specifically ask him to play Wonderwall now Ariel because sccrew you guys Ariel THANK YOU Attina

Alana i was 100% not serious when i said that, i need you to know, ris

Attina xoxoxo

Ariel I think I'll wear a dress

Attina wow look at us triton girls going on dates and shit

Andrina wow don't generalize us

Arista I was almost shocked Lan, thought I knew you better. I do know you better tho

Ariel Lana, would you do my makeup?

Attina OH ARIEL IDEA

Alana yessss

Attina why don't we pick out outfits on the same night!!

Ariel Omg that would be so fun!!!

Ariel and thank you Lan!!!

Ariel: 😄 😄 😄

Attina i mean obviously im getting ahead of myself paul needs to say yes first there is a like one in seven chance remember--like a leopard

Arista I think Ariel bringing her whole closet to Attina's will be kinda time consuming

Ariel I won't bring all my clothes, just some options

Attina yes but we can DRINK at my house

Andrina i'll make the drinks thats my contribution

Ariel Oooh okay!

Alana i'll bring my stuff

Ariel Then I won't be so nervous! Ariel And maybe I /will/ kiss him!

Arista you should

Alana wow

Attina you'll have to tell us all about it!!

Alana thats so pure

Ariel Just don't let me get drunk okay

Arista unless he plays wonderwall

Alana will do

Ariel Aristaaaaa

Attina especially if he plays wonderwall 😉

Ariel 😉

Alana andrina what is your verdict on wonderwall

Attina and you get cut off after a drink and a half ariel

Ariel Okay, okay!

Attina and you have to spend the night

Ariel That sounds perfect anyway

Andrina i think wonderwall in the right context is perfectly ironic

Ariel Hey question

Andrina this doesn't sound like that context

Alana good

Ariel Where the heck is Aquata???

Alana what ariel Alana idk swim camp

Ariel Is she ignoring us???

Attina probably sLEEPINg like we should all be

Ariel OH

Alana training

Ariel Did she leave for swim camp already??

Arista Oh I stole her pillow again, so she's probably angry at everyone

Ariel That makes sense

Alana idkk

Ariel Why do you keep stealing her pillows??

Arista I don't notice that I do it. I just talk to her and the pillow ends up in my room. Idk she has so many idk why she misses one

Attina she's been doing that since they were little

Ariel I think that's like called something

Andrina also why would she be angry at all of us for your crimes

Ariel ummm

Arista because it found its way into Alana's room?

Attina yeah andrina and i dont even live there pfft

Alana she's just training or something idk Alana let her live her life

Attina well that /does/ means she's sleeping bc she actually wakes up at a decent time

Attina like i've got to. i've got /work/ tomorrow

Alana lol true

Andrina noon is a perfectly decent time

Attina unlike most of us

Andrina i have work

Attina is that when i should text paul then? noon?

Andrina do i have work Andrina hey attina,,,

Ariel Hey! I'm a student!

Alana yes

Arista Hey! I work. My gigs are just at night

Ariel This is my break time!

Alana i make money by batting my eyelashes

Attina that was mostly a shot at andrina xo

Andrina seriously do i have work Andrina am i working Andrina when am i working

Attina come in at noon

Ariel Wouldn't you know if you were?

Andrina so you can text paul

Attina yes.

Andrina got it Andrina look ariel, let ME live MY life

Attina don't forget or i wont' do it

Ariel I am! Ariel I'm just SAYING

Andrina that's putting a lot of pressure on me

Ariel Although I did almost miss rehearsal the other day, so I can't blame you for not knowing...

Alana wow

Attina yup my future happiness rests in your hands, dear sister

Arista dsakj

Attina ariel! how do you miss being /juliet/

Alana dont fuck up andrina

Andrina where have i heard that before lmao

Ariel I was distracted!!!

Alana by dashy poo?

Attina omg dashy poo

Ariel ew don't call him that that's gross Ariel his name is DASH

Arista Dashy-kins

Ariel and NO Ariel not that either guysss stoooop

Arista Dashanova

Attina sidenote: what kind of name is dash? i know his brother and his name is jack jack which im assuming is just a nickname for jack but dash????

Ariel He could be like THE ONE I don't want to be thinking of him as Dashy-poo ew

Andrina what kind of name is andrina

Alana man if i ever get a boyfriend ever im gonna give him the wORst nickname

Andrina there are some questions we'lll never answer

Ariel I think his full name is Dashiell! Ariel or something

Alana like the guy who wrote the maltese falcon?

Attina oh, that makes more sense

Ariel I'm not sure though

Attina well i don't know where you pulled that name from otherwise lolol

Arista why would someone write about a dog-bird

Ariel Did I show you guys all the snowglobe he got me???

Arista wait here's a dog-bird???

Alana its edgy, ris

Arista: there's**

Andrina don't crush someone's artistic vision

Attina he got you a snowglobe!! that's so cute!!!

Ariel [sends picture of snowglobe]

Ariel It plays music!

Alana cute

Arista does it bark or screech?

Attina awww that's perfect for you ariel

Ariel It's how he asked me to prom

Alana depends on its mood

Ariel He's like, the sweetest

Alana wow

Ariel AND HE HAS SUPER SPEED

Attina ohhhhh i think i remember you telling me that now

Ariel ISN'T THAT SO COOL

Andrina super,

Attina he's a magick then?

Alana double wow

Arista Not always the best in certain situations

Alana maybe he wont freak out with the tail thing

Ariel Yeah!

Ariel Um... maybe

Attina you're NOT telling him abotu the tail thing

Arista idk that might hurt, like being with a jackhammer

Ariel But yeah and he even saved someone once with it!

Alana but attina what if theyre in loooveee

Andrina like Andrina being Andrina with Andrina a jackhammer

Attina it's too much of a risk

Alana omfg

Arista your phone is doing the thing again Andrina

Attina that's for when you're /married/ and fully committed

Alana maybe he can vibrate his body really fast

Ariel Andrina stop!

Alana and concentrate that

Andrina wow Andrina im Andrina not

Ariel I'm not going to tell him

Andrina doing Andrina anything

Arista Wow idk then weird

Attina i know, ariel. it just--stresses me out when people JOKE ABOUT IT

Alana what if someone dumps you after

Ariel I wish I didn't have a secret TO keep from him

Alana and youve already PROFESSED your love

Attina that's why i said it's for /marriage/

Alana and theyre like wow u lied Alana this whole time Alana lmao

Attina well anyone who really loves you will understand

Arista so you wanna be trapped with someone who would dump u over a tail?

Andrina i feel like it goes first date, flash tits, mermaid secret exposed

Attina it's not like it's dangerous

Alana exactly

Attina exactly, arista. it's for our SAFETY

Alana to andy not atty

Ariel Daddy thinks it is

Attina all of ours

Alana well thats why you donT MARRY SOMEONE BEFORE THEY KNOW

Ariel But what does he know? He's just an angry old man

Alana tahts why im not getting married

Attina i mean, being a mermaid is dangerous. to us. not to anyone else. Attina we're not werewolves or vampires. but if people know they'll--you know.

Andrina bang bang

Ariel When I get married, it's going to be with someone that knows and loves me and won't make anyone keep any secrets, especially not our children.

Alana i mean some people still dont like fairies and sorcerers Alana lots of people also don't like lies

Attina thank you andrina. for putting it so eloquently.

Ariel But how do you know when to tel someone? That is like... ??????

Andrina what im here for boss

Alana idk like i said not my plan Alana im just messing with everyone

Andrina same i'm gonna marry like, a shark

Attina i know, ariel, it's hard, but--well, talk to us. talk to daddy.

Ariel If you wait too long they get MAD and then if you don't wait long enough they might not Ariel NO Ariel We will NOT talk to Daddy

Andrina or an eel Andrina or a jellyfish

Alana im gonna marry an octopus

Andrina maybe an eel-jellyfish hybrid

Attina once you've been dating someone for a while, daddy will come around

Andrina wow that's a good one thing of all the tentacles

Attina he knows we cant keep it a secret forever

Alana exactly

Ariel Pfft, suuuure he will

Attina he will. i know he will. he's just trying to keep us all safe.

Ariel Whatever

Alana shouldnt you be sleeping attina Alana big day tomorrow Alana texting a boy

Andrina ^^^

Attina yes yes true

Attina good night, love you!

Ariel good night! love you too!!

Arista nighty night

Andrina night losers

Alana ^^

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