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cursedcola · 2 years

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I want mine to be a crack post. So the dorm leaders + Sam(whom they’re buying the supplies from) reacting to mc buying prank supplies and scaring Crowley just for fun.

A/N: Aight. I gotchu. I love writing crack mm mm mmm it's the good juice. We love torturing bird-man in this house. Especially after he threw us in that dirty-ass dorm like we were trash. Like, you expect me to sleep on dust covered sheets with spiders making a nest in the corner? Nah. This isn't Cinderella bestie and we have standards.

Setting the Scene <3

MC to their love interest after being Crowley's bitch for yet another day: Listen. The F*ck. Up. We will not be taking this abuse. We will not be taking this absolute DISRESPECT. Okay, we have a saying back on "earth," and it's called "hoez mad". Which is me. I am the hoe and I am mad. And you? You are my accomplice. You see this ring???

*waves promise ring in their face*

THIS is the ring that YOU gave me when I snagged you up and made you mine. The chain of foreverness that you imposed on my alien-ass-self.

I pulled your emo-wannabe ass back from the brink of valhalla and you will be paying me back - at a very unfair trade on my end - today. We are destroying whatever pride that cocky pigeon has and we are doing it now.

Riddle Rosehearts

-100/10. Will not comply or even be associated

bitch he isn't getting in trouble for you??? The fuck you think he's going to do?? Collar the headmaster?

The moment you step out of that door, he's tattling - no cap

Best drag him by the ear because he'll throw you under the bus

does not pass the vibe check

threatens to break up with you if you get him in trouble

so YOU threaten to break up with HIM if he doesn't at least carry your stuff

aight. he's in. it was a bluff so please don't dump him

he will cry and then stuff his face with tarts

he doesn't understand how covering everything in Crowley's office in tin-foil will make you feel better? but go off I guess

The entire time he is just complaining about how you both are wasting resources and time.

Riddle really needs to stop ruining the fun (T ^ T)

Leona Kingscholar

"That's hot"

Likes when you get mad lol Crowley should piss you off more often

He’ll watch but won’t do nothin

Another spoil sport in that he thinks it’s too much effort

He’s got some balls considering he’s no better than Crowley

Deadass is this a relationship or are you his servant

Okay that’s Ruggie’s job not yours

Speaking of, he suggests just making him doing it or the literal man children you babysit (*cough* deuace *cough*)

Lets you drag him by the foot to Sam’s shop. Why fight back?

Watches you swap Crowley’s toothpaste for mayo and wonders if you should really be considered future royalty

Doesn’t trust you around his food or personal items when you’re pissed at him

Azul Ashengrotto

“Can we get icecream after?” (〃ω〃)

Yes Azu, we can get nommies after but you must pull your weight

Man is Simp? Simp do anything for affection? Need I say more?

The BEST at covering tracks too. One bat of your eyelashes and he’ll buy out Sam’s store just to make you happy

Has a bit too much fun. One taste of rebellion and all the pent up r a g e from getting his businessman privileges revoked blossoms

They grow up so fast . He’s a natural born criminal

You wanted to do something small scale, like swapping the sugar for salt in Crowley’s coffee. He lets you, but goes the extra mile

Azul says “go big or go home,” and uses his henchmen to spam Crowley’s close conspirators with complaints from ‘student families,’ and essentially throws all of NRC’s shady business *cough*ghostbride*cough* back in Crowley’s face

Now the headmaster is up to the neck with work

Are you proud of him? He avenged you both and barely moved a fingie

Azul accepts payment in cash, credit, or kisses pls <3

Kalim Al’Asim

“Pulling pranks isn’t nice MC”

“And neither is nearly giving me a heart attack with diabetes tea. Quit complaining and move-“

You must trick the sunshine to comply

This is a game and the headmaster is happy to be pranked! It’s all in good fun Kalim~

He comes up with dozens of ideas but settles on on you pick bc he loves u

Anything to make his treasure happy ^_^

If worse comes to worse he can just throw some money to pay for the next school event so you don’t get expelled

You both get to work on covering the floor of Crowley’s office in plastic cups full of water

And…Kalim does not get the memo and blocks your way out *facepalm*

No problem tho! He calls his magic carpet through the window and it rescues you both from the makeshift island, also known as Crowley’s desk

Did he just step on important trade documents? Oops-

Fwoooooosh you both are out the window and safe

Thank him because you both were actually caught, but he payed off the snitches to not say nothin

All in the name of love so you get a taste of sweet sweet revenge

Vil Schoenheit

Uhm…no 💅

Too much effort

Honey why do you even want revenge? Keep stressing like this and you’ll be a potato for the rest of your life

Is that a potato spore or just a dry patch of skin? Nono dear lets go put that money towards some skin care products okay?

Ugh

U g h

Fiiiiiiiiiiine. One prank. And it better be both small and still funny

A schoenheit does not waste their time. We must be efficient with the best results

Which is why we are putting hair dye in Crowley’s body wash. J u s t enough to stain him a lovely shade of baby blue, okay?

Okay

Rook will do it. He’s better at being a cockroach on the wall anyways

Now lets do our nails. In exchange for helping you, Vil is picking the color. No, you have no rights in this exchange

Idia Shroud

“Alright” （；￣ェ￣）

…….

Yes, it’s that easy. He hates conflict

With you and ortho. He doesn’t mind messing with other people

Especially since that rotisserie chicken confiscated his talking tablet at the last ceremony

Idia wants vengeance. If it wasn’t for you, he would airdrop photos of Crowley picking his nose to the entire campus

Instead he settles for something more basic. For you. Because you don’t know how to have fun 😒

Special orders truth peppers from sam’s black market. All you have to do is eat one and you can’t tell a lie for at least a month

Idia does his little techy thing with the cafeteria camera so you can slip it into Crowley’s lunch (that you are forced to bring bc he treats you like an errand boy)

A few hours later, you both are chilling in Idia’s room with nommies and watching Crowley make a fool of himself by spilling his secrets

Cruel? A bit. Necessary? Yes

Malleus Draconia

“Is this what you like to do for fun? Have I misjudged your character”

Mans is so down. He wants to be a little rebellious

And damn is he e v i l

Like y’all forget that he is a powerful wizard. You think he hasn’t made a potion or two for his own purposes

He doesn’t even give you room to think. Just shoves a coin purse in his pocket and poofs you both into sam’s store

Nearly giving said tradesman a heart attack but whatever

“I need everything here and whatever you have in the back,” malleus purchases enough to make an alchemy lab in your dorm

And conjures the most v i l e smelling potion you have ever seen with a smile

And a little evil cackle for measure. Lilia taught him that no good villain is worth their salt without an evil laugh

He leaves you with a kiss on the forehead to go “do the dirty work,” and doesn’t even tell you what’s up

He…turned the headmaster into an actual bird

But like, Crowley can still talk so all you hear around campus is him squawking for someone to fix this

It’s pretty obvious who pulled the prank. Malleus is the only one powerful enough to make something even Trein can’t reverse

You both end up in the slammer

Still better quality than Ramshackle tho

Sam ze Tradesman

Cha-ching 💰💰💰💰💰

He knew there was a reason he liked you

Has Sam ever mentioned that you are his favorite wallet student??

No?

Well you are

He sells you anything and everything you want. No questions asked and a firm believer of snitches get stitches

If he gets caught tho then you’re on your own

Jk he wouldn’t do is favorite customer like that

Or would he???🤔💭

Well. Maybe not so long as these pockets of his stay stashed with cash

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arttrampbelle · 9 months

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Random shang tsung hcs

Cw:nsfw content. Fluff.

Tried to make it gn but it leans towards fem reader. My apologizes if this isn't my best. Its kinda done on the fly. I needed to put out some hc kontent for people.

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Sfw:

I hc shang is an ugly crier. Like when he genuinely is upset,crying,etc. He's a fucking mess. Not many ever see this,so if you do. He trusts you completely. He hates feeling vulnerable.

I also have a whole ass astrology chart for him. Maybe I'll post it up later. I hc him a Taurus sun with a scorpio moon. This explains why his emotional breakdowns are oof. (Scorpio and Taurus are opposite,they are similar but different ways of handling things but they are more alike than different. But both are fixed and very stubborn,very deep,and very loyal to those they deem safe and trustworthy) again i have a whole chart for him. And I'll explain why i personally feel these fit him. (Again my personal hcs plz dont take it too much to heart this is just how i see him)

Shang tsung is particular about his hair,he takes very good care of it. Hair,in some cultures is a symbol of status and health. He takes very very good care of himself. So if his hair is absolutely disheveled. He either isn't doing so good,if his demeanor is sour. Or if he's in a good mood,he just got laid. Those are the only times he's got "bed head hair". He doesn't even let his servents touch his hair. So if he let's you,he trusts you. Unless if you're hired as his personal handmaiden,then well that's your job. But depending on how intimate or close you are in your relationship with him,he might let you go further. Either way he trusts you.

Shang doesn't tolerate disrespect. Of any kind. Especially during a tournament. He takes his role as tournament master seriously. All guests on his island,regardless if "friend" or foe. Hospitality is his specialty. All will be accommodated for. If you are disrespected,uncomfortable with someone,or someone was "out of pocket",he will step in. Especially if you're a woman (he has a bias towards in favor of women,he trusts them more,goes the extra mile more and tends to be in more favor of women in kombat,not that he doesn't trust men. Its just an unfortunate circumstances in his past that a lot of men tended to be assholes n rude around him. He's got high ass standards for men) or if you are a new kombatant (if you're new,he's gonna go a little easy on you. Because this is your first kombat,maybe even tournament. He will be extra extra gentle with you. He wants to make a good impression. Hee hee). He hates rudeness towards people who he deems as (pardon this please) soft,gentle or looks "weak" (Look he doesn't mean anything by it ok?) Mostly outside of kombat. In kombat however,your ass better be ready. He won't be as forgiving. But outside of kombat he is poised,collected,and a soothing presence. But yeah if someone's giving you trouble,all you gotta do is tell him. And he will deal with them immediately. You never have to worry about such matters with him. But especially if he likes you.

Shang tsung loves to drink morning tea and watch the sun rise. And also read n have tea before bed. As long as he does this,He feels his day is complete. Regardless if the day was "good" or not.

Shang tsung loves fruit,all kinds. But especially Tropical or outworld "exotic" fruits. Feed this man a peach,apple,or fave fruit of your choice and he will be absolutely over the moon. The only time he'll ever be practically putty melting in your hands. He loves being pampered and to pamper. Absolutely loves gentle and romantic acts of service. God damn soft shang is fucking a treat. Totally the guy to love the champagne/wine and strawberries thing.

Shang tsung is the type to be genuinely hurt if you are down on yourself. Like if you tend to be harsh on yourself,doubts,etc. He sees you as his greatest treasure. So why talk that way about yourself? He never sees you that way. He sometimes gets even a bit mad that you feel so lowly. "Dont ever lower yourself to anyone!" He would command. "You are beautiful/handsome/gorgeous,amazing,talented. Much more of a higher standing than any of these lowly souls" . Shang is totally the man to gas you up. Put you in front of a mirror. "Purr" or "coo" in your ear and say how absolutely ravishing you are. Maybe even dress you up in fine clothing. Silk even. Like this man hates seeing you down,but especially if it's you being mean to you. Not on his watch!

Shang tsung sometimes likes to watch you. Nothing in particular. No real reason. He likes to people watch. But especially you. He loves to watch you do mundane things. Or even when you train. If you are happy,cheerful. Or even stimming. He finds it absolutely delightful. He loves your company,if ever should be the day where he can't enjoy your company. He would be very distraught and very sad.

Shang is love is absolutely suffocating,intense,hot,loyal,like the devil in love. I can't see it any other way. He of course will be respectful to his beloved. However. The internal feelings of this man for you is fucking insanely high. No words could be put how much he loves you and the lengths he would go for you. He is legit a gomez. "I would kill for them,i would die for them. Either way,what bliss"

Nsfw under the cut:

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Shang tsung totally has a praise kink. This mofo you can't tell me wouldn't. Giving AND receiving. He will praise you to the highnth degree. Telling you in increat detail on how fucking gorgeous you are. You body,the way your smile curves,your eyes. Your hips. Etc. Like unf. This man knows how to make you feel adored. But in the same,he likes the return. To be worshiped. But i bet you knew that. Tell him how handsome and intelligent his is. Praise his mind especially and you got him hooked! Tell him how beautifully sculpted his body is. How fine this mofo is. And again,melted.

Ok shang tsung? Is shang hung. Like nothing super outrageous. But he's got some length,and a bit of girth. 8-9inch length. A decent girth nothing again outrageous. However it will stretch you slightly. Might takes some wiggle to get it in. But it feel good af.

Shang loves to talk dirty. But he's classy about it. Like he'll say things more like "you like being masters whore?" (Emphasizes the word whore with some harsh r sounds like almost a purr or a hiss) or "you take my cock so well my dear" (i hc shang says cock rather than dick or penis or any cheesy euphemism. He's too classy).

Shang tsung if you both are nude in bed. Enjoying each others company with some wine. He's the type to take either your nipple of your breasts (if you're afab),a finger,or if you want drip it on your sex. And lick it off.

He totally has toys. Magic toys,exotic edenian dildos,etc. He would use them on you. He prefers still himself,all natural,non gmo shang cock. Buuuuut if you aren't in the mood,he's busy,or you just wanna tease or try something different. He's willing to use some magic on you while fucking you with a toy. Like this man has it down pat. You're taken well care of. And he won't stop till you've had enough. Speaking of which

This man has fucking stamina for daaaaaaaaays. Even as a foxy grandpa. This man could go for hours. He won't let up till either of you are truly satisfied or you both pass out. Like kombat,he can go several rounds. Works your ass like it's his profession. >:3c

He can be soft,sensual,and slow love making. Like every stroke is just pure ecstacy. If you want it sweet,his love is like absolute honey. Or.....he could pound that ass out and make you beg like his personal whore. Mewling and begging to him. Not caring if anyone hears you. So what if they hear you. They outta know how much he loves you. And how good he fucks you. They know they'll never have you,he has you all to himself. Smug bastard he is. But his aftercare? Top notch! He will care for you like you're a delicate petal on fresh snow. Soothe any "marks" he may have left. Kiss every inch so gently. A bath? Yes. A massage? Most definitely. Anything you need. You got it. Anything you wanna do for him? You got it.

Shang tsung is the type that if he fucks you on his throne,in his throne room. If you going doen on him. He doesn't care if people see. Tho he prefers privacy in that area. But it's not as huge of a deal. However. If he's going down on you? Nah they better leave. He hates being interrupted. Eating you out/succing you.

Places on your body he absolutely is over the moon about. If reader is afab: he loves your hips,thighs,breasts,and loves to rub your clit. Pays extra attention. Yeah he knows where its at. He knows exactly how to work that pearled pussy. If reader is amab: your chest,your stomach,your arms and biceps. Loves to play with your balls. If reader is gn/in general regardless of sex or gender: your eyes,your face. The small of your back. He loves to cum on your face,chest,lower back. And if you are comfortable he will inside you buuuut if not. Those areas will do.

Shang tsung loves to watch you play with yourself. Don't matter if he's in the mood or not. He might join and play with himself with you if he is. Mutual masturbation is something that happens quite often im sure. But overall,he just likes to watch you. He might comment on how good you are with yourself. Either way. He likes to spectate. He is a tournament master after all

It isn't easy to rile him him. Getting him hot and bothered may seem like an easy task but its anything but. However,once you do. You are guaranteed to get fucked by him. One of The best ways,is to tease and stim his mind. Good conversation,genuine honeyed words and compliments. (Remember it needs to be genuine,he'll smell fakeness from a mile away) put the ball in his court,he'll play all day. Once you stim his mind and get him going he'll play lovers chase in no time.

Remember shang will undress you with his eyes and mind before ripping it off with his hands.

He won't ever say no to a blowjob. However,he loves giving you oral more. Besides he loves to fucking tease. (Gdi shang!)

Shang if he's away from his island from you. (Hey more likely that's where you'll be ok?) Like for some reason if he's in outworld,doing various personal errands. (Not for shao kahn because i hc after a certain point,he wasn't under shao kahn anymore and was free. But twice as dangerous for others because of his still unpredictability. I have a whole thing for that. But thats for another post). But if he's somewhere private,away from you. And he starts missing you and is in a "mood"*tm* . He'll start playing with himself,he doesn't usually do this,he'd rather wait till he gets home to you to relieve himself to you. But hey,sometimes it is what it is. He'll be quick about it tho. He hates getting caught with his literal pants down when not at home. He gets embarrassed easy.

Nothing changes if he's an old man or when he's young and rejuvenated. Tho i would say sex with shang as an old man tends to be more tender,slower,and more romantic. More passionate. When he's rejuvenated,healed,and full of vigor again. He'll be more confident in getting a bit more rough. Again not to say he wouldn't as an old man. He just is more self conscious about it. You'd need to be gentle with him in his more vulnerable state. Praise him genuinely as an old man and he may be a bit more interested in fucking you harder or being a bit more exerting.

Ok that's all for now. I may make more sometime.

Hope you guys like it.

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rofax · 11 months

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Okay okay okay just saw Across the Spider-Verse and have A Thought. Hear me out:

Miguel is not a "true" Spider-Man.

(I KNOW he is a Spider-Man in comics but the movies are establishing their own canon so stay with me here.)

I feel like the movies planted a lot of flags about how he is so, so fundamentally different from the other Spiders. Consider:

• He enters and has a CAPE. Spider-Man doesn't wear capes. It's disrespectful.

• Why is he getting a musical sting that is reminiscent of Prowler's? Why does he get a villain score? Extra suspicious given the big end reveal about the universe with no Spider-Man.

• "I'm not a bad guy!" "You look like one!"

• Peter asking, "Spider-Man is supposed to be funny. Why aren't you funny?"

• He says he isn't like the other Spider-Man's. Maybe he means because he makes the hard choices. Maybe it's more than that.

• Comic Miguel injects himself to get the powers of the Earth-616 Spider-Man. This Miguel is also seen injecting himself to get his powers. There's not really any indication of when this started. I'm thinking it started AFTER he lost his "family".

• He found a world where he wasn't alone and took the place of that Miguel when he died. IIRC, at no point does it show either versions of that Miguel as Spider-Man. Just that this Miguel had a family and he wanted that (ala kingpin).

• When the big anomaly is destroying that reality, why does he not just thwip thwip away with his kid? Does he not have powers?

• He is furious at Miles for robbing a reality of its Spider-Man, but surely he did the same thing when left to take the other Miguel's place?? Unless he was never Spider-Man to begin with.

• Spider-Man dying isn't part of the spider canon we have been shown. Why would it be so disruptive for Miguel to take his place? JUST because he is an anomaly? The other Spiders in the first movie didn't fundamentally destabilize Miles' reality, they were just going to glitch apart themselves. It shouldn't have such a butterfly effect for Miguel to do what he did, unless maybe the original Miguel was adjacent to Spider-Man. Maybe he was the cop who died in that world. Maybe he was the Uncle Ben figure. Somehow his death was important to the Canon.

• Why does he not bring up his Uncle Ben or his cop-close-to-him dying? Why is his tragedy only the one he created and not the usual Spider canon?

• I know he's a cool cyberpunk Spider-Man but he's the ONLY one we see with different colored webs. He is very visually distinct from the others.

• "Are your sure you're a Spider-Man?"

Theory: Miguel was just a scientist who found a world where he wasn't alone and stepped into it. When he brought on destruction by being an anomaly to the Spider-Canon, he chose to become a Spider-Man to preserve the canon and keep the universes in tact... but he was never supposed to be a Spider-Man either, just like Miles. He doesn't follow the canon either.

Also I think because Miles and probably Miguel exist outside the Spider-Canon, they won't be bound by it and will be able to disrupt it. I feel like a significant portion of Miguel's redemption arc/Heel-Face-Turn is going to be realizing Miles is right and helping him because neither of them should have been Spider-Man but both of them became him anyway. Because anyone can wear the mask.

#across the spider verse spoilers #spiderman atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider-verse spoilers #spoilers #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #I JUST #I JUST THINK HE WOULDNT HAVE SO MANY MAJOR DIVERSIONS FROM SPIDER-MAN IF IT WASNT PLAYING AT SOMETHING

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Hiii im a chronically ill and disabled person and I was wondering if you could do a Ranboo x gender neutral reader that’s having a doctors appointment (list of things they would do for comfort when reader is fearful of being there?) :3

hi!!! and yes of course I could!! hope you enjoy! sorry if anything seems a little inaccurate bc I took some stuff I already know and used it for this and stuff but everyone's different lmao

RANBOO ; minor nosocomephobia

summary ; you take ranboo to the doctors with you for some moral support

warnings ; language, talk about hospitals/illness, nail biting and nervous scratching

genre ; fluff

word count ; 578

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he notices you fidgeting around as you're making your way up the elevator, picking at your nails, scratching your wrists, frequently running a hand through your hair, etcetera

they silently rub your shoulder and give you a little comforting nod as you travel down to the office where the nurses were directing you

you guys have to wait like a fucking hour after the nurse checks your blood pressure and does some basic procedures and whatnot

meanwhile they eventually reach into their enormous pockets and pull out a little fidget toy for you

"you better stop picking at your nails before I smack you. slash lighthearted"

he ensures that while he blabbers on about dumb shit, that you at least smile or giggle

he understands that you're nervous and with the long amount of waiting, it doesn't make it any better, delaying it more just makes you more anxious

if your focus strays away from the fidget toy he brought for you, he's got three more don't even worry bro

while the doctor is asking you questions, you keep looking over at them like they're gonna speak for you because you don't know how to answer some of the questions

at one point you have no idea what the doctor meant because the words got jumbled in your head from the anxiety

ranboo quickly answered for you in a heartbeat and apologized, considering they saw you silent trying to think

while the doctor has you do some physical tests to make sure your heart is running at a "you-normal" pace, he's hyping you up

if you have to do a 6 minute walk to track the way your lungs and heart pump blood and give you air to breathe, he's at one end of the hallway quietly shouting compliments and getting you through it with a little less embarrassment

the doctor is confused but supportive of him doing this for you considering they always knew you seemed very anxious around the the hospital and you seemed a little less scared about it

whatever to get you talking a little more could really go the extra mile, they're happy that you found a good way to do that as well, especially with it being a person

if for any reason they need to stick tubes on you or take ultrasounds around your body, he'll let you squeeze his hand all that you need to

they promise you your favorite fast food/takeout afterwards that way you'll try and get through it a little smoother

if you need him outside the room to talk to your doctor, he leaves in a heartbeat, he'll never disrespect your privacy, don't worry

he took pictures of all your medication bottles before leaving since he knew you'd forget to

you guys both messily botch the names while trying to pronounce them and you and the doctor all get a laugh out of it

he writes down everything the doctor says/recommends for you

they talk with the doctor in private for a bit and stuff while you're signing papers and shit

the sigh of relief once you leave 😭 ran literally looks down at you with a "yeah?"

on the way back down to the parking garage you're still fidgeting with the little tangle they'd given you because obviously going to the doctors because you're chronically ill isn't the funnest thing ever

gives you a big hug once you get to the car

"see? you're so brave and awesome"

"well, thanks for coming with me"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #tubbo x reader #badlinu x reader #ranboo oneshot #they/them reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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blues824 · 1 year

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Sebek and reader unrequited love??

Sebek doesn't return their feelings but reader is lithromantic! :>

Gender-neutral Reader. Loving these requests with Sebek 🤭🤭

Sebek Zigvolt

We all know that this man dedicates the majority of his time either serving Malleus, in academics, or in the equestrian club. Besides, he thinks trivial things such as love aren’t important at this stage in life. He honestly doesn’t see himself getting into a committed relationship as a freshman in college.

That doesn’t matter to you, though! You don’t even need him to return the love that you harbor for him, which makes you a lithromantic. You embrace this identity, and you make sure that the crocodile half-fae is okay 24/7. It wasn’t like you were doing anything illegal, anyway.

This consists of making him a healthy lunch full of nutrients, making sure he knows that you’re there if he needs to talk to someone, etc. This man has even stated clearly that he harbors no romantic interest in you, but you just shrugged your shoulders and said that you were fine with just being his friend.

He doesn’t know what to do in this situation, so he goes to Lilia for his wise counsel. The thing is that you weren’t doing anything disrespectful or rude. In fact, you were one of his only friends outside of the Diasomnia dormitory. You read his favorite books so you could have in-depth conversations. You’ve joined the equestrian club so you could help the horses adjust to him.

Not going to lie, it does hurt him to see you bending and breaking your back just for him just for him to not return your feelings but you constantly assure him that you’re fine. His virtues as a knight fought against your words. But since you were doing all these things, he didn’t have a need to yell at you.

Honestly, you caused him a lot of internal conflict. One day, he sat you down and started asking a few questions that he had written down in a notebook. These questions had him lying awake at night, so these were the ones he deemed most urgent.

The first question he asked: What would you do if he fell in love with another person that wasn’t you? You took a quick moment before responding with, It would hurt, but it wouldn’t get in the way of you and that other person. I might even befriend them as well so I can get to know them better.

The second question he asked: Why put all this effort into a one-sided love? You responded with, Just because you don’t love me doesn’t mean that I should stop all of my efforts altogether. Like with all my friends, I care about your well-being. But I do still love you, so I will obviously go the extra mile.

The third question he asked: Why did you love him? Well, you said, your bravery is definitely one of the factors. You’re also passionate, strong, punctual, reasonable, dedicated, and handsome to top it off. This made him flustered, but he cleared his throat as he thanked you for your time.

#twst #twst x reader #disney twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #sebek #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #twst sebek zigvolt x reader #twst sebek x reader #twst sebek zigvolt #twst sebek

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epickiya722 · 14 days

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I have made this argument before and I wanna see if it flies here: I don't think Sukuna counts as a hater. Because he doesn't care enough about anyone to truly hate them. He IS a huge bastard that treat people like plaything and disrespect them, but I never saw any of it as coming from a place of hatred? Even towards Yuji with how much bullshit he put him through and dissing him, I don't see that as coming from any feeling of hate, just the dismissness one treats a toy you not longer care to play with.

Ooh, okay hear me out because I do see where you're coming from, Anon. In fact, I do agree.

Sukuna does come off as someone who doesn't really spends his energy hating on someone as in "eh, what's the point".

Sometimes, you gotta have some bit of sense to care about something or someone to even feel anything else for them.

To care, is to acknowledge revelance and well, evident enough Yuji is the last person Sukuna would find important, huh?

But, hope you don't mind, I want to add onto this a bit more because I have thoughts and well...

I am (finally ╥﹏╥) finishing up a post I have had since January that is about how Sukuna views Yuji. (Kid you not.)

Now, before anybody says anything, yes, you can say Sukuna is a hater. He is indeed a Hater, with a capital H. But he really shows that behavior towards only Yuji verbally. Like... I can't recall him ever being so vindictive towards anybody else but Yuji.

He has expressed annoyance towards others and more recently even small moments of anger. Sometimes, he's even dismissive.

But with Yuji? Yuji won't even be in the same vicinity and he hates on him. He has this special animosity towards Yuji.

Why does he though? What's the reason?

This is what I suppose.

Sukuna definitely hated Yuji and probably still does because he was more of a cage to him than just a vessel. When Sukuna first was reincarnated and Yuji suppressed him, that actually was Sukuna's first L of the series. No doubt he despises him for it. Promised a second chance at life and a vessel and when you get that vessel? He controls you not you control him.

Come chapter 248, we get a bit more as to why Sukuna hates Yuji. No matter what he does, Yuji continues to get back up. His resolve is so strong that not even the King of Curses can break him at this point. And because of that, Sukuna decides to continue on where Kenjaku left off just to spite him.

But thinking about it... why? The thing is Sukuna never really had a goal in mind besides wanting to kill people for the hell of it. He does what he wants whenever he wants. He eats whatever he pleases. Something pisses him off, he gets rid of it.

So doesn't it seem off that Sukuna is actually going the extra mile just because of some teenage boy irks him? Is taking over for Kenjaku to merge humanity actually necessary? Just to spite Yuji?

Yuji ain't the only one attacking him, so why just antagonize him? He doesn't find anyone else boring?

You said the right word, Anon. Sukuna treats Yuji as a "toy". He treats Yuji like a toy. But he also does for everyone else. Everyone else (except Uraume really and he really doesn't pay much mind to Kenjaku and we don't know his relationship with Tengen) is a toy for Sukuna. There is not one person he genuinely cares enough for spare their life. Everyone he has fought was just entertainment for him. He killed people just because. He breaks people because he can.

And even though Yuji is one of those toys to him, Yuji is a toy that Sukuna keeps picking back up. He ignores him, but then goes right back to turning his attention on him. No matter what he does, Yuji is a Nokia phone. He's practically immune to Sukuna's tomfoolery.

If I had to say, if Sukuna doesn't hate Yuji, he hates what he stands for. He hates the idea that Yuji is fighting him and willing to die because he's selfless and wants to save people. Opposite of Sukuna's selfishness and entertainment to torture people.

#this was just sitting in my drafts because my mind has been elsewhere for a while...#yeah...#kiya answers #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #itadori yuji #yuji itadori #yuuji itadori #itadori yuuji #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna ryoumen

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writingsofwesteros · 2 months

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King's Landing Daily

Highlights from our interview with Westeros's it-girl, and one of the Targaryen heiresses.

We've heard in the news recently that your brothers Aegon and Aemond will be taking up their place at the family company in a few years after university with your half sister Rhaenyra- but what about you? "I'm proud of my brothers for continuing the family legacy at the company- but you won't see me in the boardroom anytime soon," she laughs. "I'm doing my degree right now in art history, and I'm still training to compete in the King's Landing horse show next year, so I'm all booked."

It's no secret you and your siblings have a massive following on social media, and fans are always eager for more information about you. How do you handle it? "It's difficult, when there are people that go that extra mile and sometimes invade our privacy, for sure. When I was younger the mean comments really got to me, but now I just ignore them. But I'm grateful for the ones that are truly kind, and supportive. They come up to me all the time, and they're so sweet- I'm always happy to meet them."

Of course, fans are dying to know- what can you tell us about your love life? Is there another high society wedding coming at us? She laughs, and says, "Definitely no weddings, for sure. I won't give too many details- my mother always says a lady must have her secrets, after all- but I can say that I'm happy, and I'm enjoying life and all it has to offer."

You're incredibly close with your siblings, and unabashedly so- do people's criticisms affect your closeness? "I get that my family's traditions are weird to some people, but when people chose to express their opinions in really disrespectful and hurtful ways, it only brings me closer together with them, rather than drive us apart."

Who's your favourite person to have a night out with? "Hmm- well, I love going out with my best friend Sienna, we've been hanging out since we were kids, and we never get tired of each other. Of course, if she's off at Casterly Rock, or sometimes just because- my siblings are always my go-to. Aegon always makes sure it's wild time, and even though we sometimes have to drag Aemond out with us, the four of us always have a blast- my sister Helaena makes sure I don't go too crazy," She chuckles.

STUNNING AS EVER !!!!!!

you are so sweet and talented!

my sister Helaena makes sure I don't go too crazy," She chuckles. WE LOVE HELLY

#social media au

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iwaoiness · 5 months

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Cliché

"K-Kyaa!" She shrieks as she falls backwards into the void, onto those dangerous, sloping stairs. A tall, strong boy, runs swiftly to her aid, reaching out his arms to catch the delicate body, embracing her once she was in his protection.

"Wow, what a fright! Are you all right?" He asks and the girl turns her face at him, blushing as she sees herself reflected in those sea eyes that even sparkle as he observes how beautiful she is.

"Y-yes..." She murmurs, both losing themselves in each other's gaze, both opening the box of love.

Or that's what Oikawa would have paid to have happen to him.

Iwaizumi continues to sip his apple juice, his expressionless gaze fixed on the inerne, face-down body of his best friend at the foot of the stairs where he just fell (fortunately, he only jumped from the bottom two steps). He sighs as the seconds pass and Tooru still doesn't move even a finger, finally deciding to walk down the stairs towards him.

"Oi, are you dead?" He asks, gently kicking his body with the toe of his shoe.

" ... No, unfortunately." He mutters, slowly raising his head, thus showing his shadowed face, with a noticeable reddish hue marked on his forehead and nose due to the blow.

"I told you it wouldn't be a good idea." He reminds him, returning to sipping his drink.

"Shut up, Iwa-chan, I felt it!"

He sighs in frustration, sitting down on the cold floor, rubbing his forehead before pulling out the sheet of paper he has stashed in his pocket. He opens it and with a grimace, reads the third cliché of is Top10 romance clichés for finding your soulmate or die trying.

3. Falling from somewhere high and getting caught by the crush.

"Shit, why didn't Aoyama-senpai cross this area? She always passes through here at this time to go to his damn basket club! What made her change her damn way today?!" He speaks angrily, glaring at the list as if it were to blame for all his misfortunes.

"Why didn't you look before you fell?"

"I had to fall backwards and then turn around in mid-air to make it look like it was accidental! How do you want me to fall facing forward?! Anyone could tell for miles that I was faking it! And why didn't you warn me, Iwa-chan?!" He points his finger accusingly at him from the ground and Iwaizumi rolls his eyes before squatting down in front of him.

"Because this fucking plan was as likely to fail as all the other bullshit you've done." He explains calmly, arching an eyebrow as he recalls the others items of his stupid list that ended in utter failure, such as the fated collision when turning a corner (Tooru ended up hitting the most annoying sensei in Kitagawa Daiichi and was punished with extra cleaning services for two weeks) or the faked fainting in the middle of the courtyard so senpai would carry him (Tooru ended up being carried by a nervous and very worried Kindaichi).

"How rude, Iwa-chan, playing with the feelings of a poor sensitive boy who just wants to look for true love!" He squeals with fake crocodile tears peeking out of his eyes, too round and too pretty for his own good.

"Cut it out, Shitykawa, you don't suit that stupid shojo protagonist attitude at all."

"Hell, I thought it did." He's back to his grumpy pout in the blink of an eye and Iwaizumi snatches his list from him, rereading it over and seeing the sheer number of lines drawn over each scene, discarding them.

All but one.

He reads it and his eyes sparkled momentarily.

"Oikawa."

"If you're going to keep disrespecting me, don't bother, Iwa-chan."

"You've got one more to prove."

"What?" He arches an eyebrow in intrigue now, leaning in very close to his best friend to read his sheet. "Which one?"

"This one." Hajime drops the paper and takes Tooru's chin, lifting his face to him and then planting his lips on his in an apple juice-flavoured kiss that leaves Oikawa wide-eyed and breath catching in his throat.

It's a few seconds, but enough to completely altered Oikawa, who feels his cheeks burning and his heart stuttering inside his chest because Iwa-chan is kissing me, Iwa-chan is kissing me, IWA-CHAN IS FUCKING KISSING ME.

And when they break apart, Iwaizumi slowly opens his eyes, revealing that amazing mixture of gold and moss that now shines in a whole new light for Tooru. Hajime gets up from the ground and hides one of his hands in his trouser pocket as if nothing is wrong while his other hand continues to hold his juice.

"Hurry up, Sillykawa, break is going to be over soon."

Tooru continues on the ground, blinking owlishly and gaping in a rather comical expression as his best friend (his fucking best friend who just fucking kissed him on the fucking mouth) walks away back to the building.

"Wh-what... What was that?!" He finally bursts out, waking up from his shock. He hurries up from the ground to run over to his friend. "Hey, Iwa-chan, wait for me! W-why did you do that?! You were supposed to corner me against the wall before the kiss! Kabedon is the cliché of clichés! You stole my first kiss in such a crappy way, I won't forgive you! Are you listening to me, Iwa-chan?! Iwa-chan!"

He doesn't think it was weird. He doesn't think it was disgusting. He doesn't think that it was horrible. Oikawa just think that Hajime's lips aren't as dry as they look, that they're soft and full, and that there's something about them that makes his heart do that strange doki-doki.

He doesn't know if falling in love with your childhood best friend is a cliché, but he plans to find out, write it down on his stupid list, and stick to it.

...

i love dramatikawa sm

u can find me on my ao3 🍉

#iwaoi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu!!#oikawa x iwaizumi #haikyuu #hajime iwaizumi #hq fluff #bl boys #kitagawa daiichi #childhood friends #cliches #fluff and humor #first kiss #oikawa being dramatic #bi panic #haikyuu drabble #hq drabble #iwaoi drabble

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at-thestillpoint · 5 months

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💥 🎁 🏷 for the ask meme!

[ask me things!]

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

We could debate whether or not we even accept Gilmore Girls: A Year In the Life as canon, but the answer to this is all of A Year In the Life except Emily Gilmore's story. I think there's something gross, arrogant, and deeply disrespectful to your fans about writing your successors into some very deep holes, and then blatantly ignoring (not even watching season seven, AS-P?) the way those writers tried to climb out and tie everything up (decently well! my hottest take is that Season 7 isn't that bad!), at the expense of all character growth, in service of telling what I can imagine is the exact same story you wanted to tell ten years ago, when characters had ten fewer years of life experience. Make it make sense! I can't bring myself to believe that Luke and Lorelai never in TEN YEARS talked about having more kids, that Rory would be unprepared for an interview even if it was with Sandee Says, or that Lane didn't go to California with the twins to live happily ever after with Dave Rygalski.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Here's a long one from the Hangman POV of fill this ghost town up with life, which is not the WIP I meant to be writing, but is the one that is being written. I want to share the entire thing! We are so close! (Probably!)

Jake doesn’t care to admit, even to himself, and certainly not to her, how much he misses Natasha during the thirteen weeks he’s at Top Gun. It’s not just the sex—though he certainly wouldn’t say no at this moment. Even factoring in the deployment from hell that they’ve recently returned from, thirteen weeks is the longest they’ve gone without sex since they started regularly having it with each other two years ago. It’s also not that everyone else in this class is so uncreative with their flying that he’s bored in zero-point-six seconds flat the first time he gets in the air, and stays so bored through all the rest of training that he kind of wishes Rooster were here just for a bit of pizzazz to his day, if not his training. It’s that there’s no one around to roll their eyes with him when Ithaca once again forgets there’s still coffee in his to-go mug. No one to knock back another pull of tequila when Harvard reminds everyone he went to Yale. No one to go an extra mile and a half out of their way with him for the superior French fries after a night of drinking. Thirteen weeks away from her, and the Natasha-shaped hole in his life grows more obvious with each passing day. He shouldn’t be surprised at this discovery, but it still shocks him to be confronted with just how much he misses her.

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

I usually just hang out in my preferred relationship tags, and choose fics to read by title and summary. But since we've all started being more enigmatic with titles and summaries, I do use tags as a secondary gauge for what the story is about, but I'm not typically searching for "enemies to lovers" or "angst."

#come talk to me!#dispatches from my google docs #hot take harriet over here

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distant-velleity · 5 months

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Overdue Punishment

Summary: After the events of "Hold Your Tongue," Chrysos is somehow still left dissatisfied and angry. Word count: 1.9k+ (????? wtf) author's note is at the end!

Chrysos is not, as his delicate appearance might suggest, stupid or simple-minded. Far from it. In fact, he’s almost too observant for his own good.

There are certain things that he never fails to notice, no matter how much people try to conceal them from him. For example, the nervous tics of a liar. The fearful trembles of a contract breaker. The subtle glances and a-second-too-long touches of lovestruck students.

Of course, he can’t forget how he easily spots the obvious scheming of an audacious freshman and the deceptive placidity of an irritated upperclassman.

What a nuisance, Chrysos thinks, side-eyeing the door to the VIP room as he serves a gaggle of students their refreshments. Ace had been dragged inside just a few moments prior for causing a scene and harassing Finn, which—good. Chrysos could have seen him trying to butter up their upperclassman from miles away. Clearcove-senpai doesn’t need to deal with that bullshit.

He pauses, then, gaze shifting to where Finn and Floyd are together—the former struggling to stand, visibly weak in the knees, and the latter subtly trying to shield him from sight with his body. And then he recalls how Finn had looked somewhat exhausted all day, drained of patience his entire shift even if he didn’t quite let it show…

Even then, Trappola still had the absolute temerity to try and play the white knight? When all he was doing was being an extra pain in the ass?

Chrysos doesn’t scowl as he goes to deliver some more just-finished orders, expression perfectly schooled, but by the Seven does he want to. The thought of someone messing with one of his respected upperclassmen on a day like this is downright infuriating.

Who does that idiot think he is? What are they teaching him over at Heartslabyul—no, his ‘friend’ from the same dorm is well-behaved, it’s clearly him that’s the problem…

A glance. Floyd is glaring at the VIP room door now with murderous intent, although he keeps supporting Finn.

The sight puts Chrysos somewhat at ease, knowing that another person shares the sentiment. (Not that the rest of his seniors in the dorm wouldn’t, what with the four of them… you know.)

It’s fine, he tells himself. Stop thinking about it. Your senpais have it handled.

Ace ends up coming back for another shift the next day, somehow still well enough to work.

Chrysos is not usually one to go back on his word or disrespect those who have earned his respect, but there’s a sick sense of dissatisfaction that wins over his catharsis at seeing his fellow freshman wincing every time he moves a limb ever so slightly in the wrong direction. Yes—dissatisfaction, because really, it doesn’t feel like enough.

If Chrysos had it his way, he would’ve beaten Ace to the point of being unable to walk. He would have left a lasting message, a final warning. Something that would tell Ace to stop mouthing off once and for all. Because, at this point, Chrysos has grown sick and tired of witnessing the constant disrespect. He’s starting to wonder, rhetorically, if his senpais did have it handled.

All of it fills him with almost irrational fury. Fury that he’s sure he’d find the underlying reasons for if he just dug a little deeper into his psyche, but the surface-level rationale for it is that troublemakers and deviants need to be punished, right? And that’s about all the justification he’ll ever need for wanting to go against Azul and the others, who he feels didn’t punish Ace enough.

…But he has more self-control than that. He’s better than that. His upperclassmen would never do anything unreasonable, much like the clever Sea Witch herself, so he ought to follow their example. He really ought to.

It’s just extremely difficult to rein in these thought crimes of his. Especially at times like these.

From across the Lounge, Chrysos watches as Ace beams at customers. It’s a forced smile, made even more strained after having to suffer one of Floyd’s “squeezings,” but it’s no less brilliant for it. At least some practice went into it; it’s one of those things you can just tell is an overused lie.

I want to see fear on his face again, not that smile.

The thought disappears from his mind as quickly as it formed.

Stop that, he chastises himself, handing a pair of tired juniors their drinks and returning to the kitchen. Seriously, I need to get a grip—

A little preoccupied with his own thoughts, Chrysos is startled when someone taps his shoulder. He glances beside him to spot Ace, who’d been heading in the opposite direction as him. Of course their paths would cross.

“Hey,” says Ace, at a normal volume but slightly swallowed by the hustle and bustle of the Lounge. His gaze darts around, shifty and paranoid. “You’re Chrysos, right? From class 1-D?”

Chrysos looks at him for a moment, unimpressed, before nodding his affirmation.

“Cool. Well—you seem like a real stand-up, role model student. You’re always scoring within the top three in freshmen exams, right?” Ace smiles at him—to anyone else, it might seem casual and charming, but the uneasiness and desperation lying beneath is clear. “And you have the whole singing gig to deal with on top of that. I’ve always been impressed by what your work ethic must be like.”

Is… Is he going after me because I’m an easier target, as a fellow-first year? Trying to get on someone’s good side for something—again?

Honestly, Chrysos isn’t sure whether he should be affronted or amused. It’s offensive that Ace seems to believe he’s so dumb as to be such an easy target, to not be able to notice the obvious stench of pure bullshit here. But at the same time, it’s so funny how Ace still doesn’t quite know who he’s talking to.

Maybe he thinks he can repair things by earning my favor? As if.

“You should get back to work, Trappola,” Chrysos replies bluntly.

Ace deflates ever so slightly. “Right. You’re as strict as I expected… Still, would you mind meeting up with me tonight after my shift? There’s something I wanna talk to you about in private.”

Can you not take a hint? Chrysos internally grimaces, but decides to throw Ace a bone anyway. “Sure. Housewarden Ashengrotto has some spare consultation rooms.”

“So we can talk there uninterrupted… Great! You’re a real one. Thanks, Chrysos!” Ace, immensely relieved, waves at him as he scrambles off to take a table’s orders.

Chrysos almost glares at his turned back.

Giving me an opportunity like this… You can thank me all you want when I finally put you in your place.

Ace’s shift is over soon enough (give or take a few hours), so they meet up and head deeper into the Lounge. The keyring in Chrysos’ hand jingles as he opens the door to a side room.

“Here,” he says simply, gesturing inside.

The spare consultation rooms are not nearly as lavishly decorated as Azul’s VIP lounge, but their simple desk and two chairs get the job done well enough.

“Thanks again.” Ace grins as he enters. “So, like, about what I was saying earlier…”

Chrysos shuts the door and secretly locks it with a soft click behind him.

“…I was gonna ask for your help with a little something,” Ace continues, “since we’ve got some stuff in common. Both freshmen, both working at Mostro Lounge… you know.”

Have you forgotten the part with both of us being defiant, dirty liars? Chrysos wonders darkly. He steps closer, pulling out his magic pen. “So… you really want my help specifically?” he asks, with insincere kindness. “Not the help of Housewarden Ashengrotto, Clearcove-senpai, or the Leeches…”

Ace takes a step back, looking confused and a little fearful all of a sudden. “Yes…? I mean, your housewarden and his lackeys—”

“Then how about I help you keep that big mouth of yours shut?”

Chrysos raises his pen and points it at Ace, imagining sweet, uninterrupted silence. Imagining not having to hear the card soldier’s voice at all.

There’s a flash of sparkles, magic being activated. Ace opens his mouth—

“…”

—and nothing comes out. His eyes widen, hands flying to his throat.

“I learned it from an old textbook recently,” Chrysos says off-handedly. “A spell that temporarily cuts off the subject’s voice. Since you and your big mouth keep getting in trouble.” When Ace shakes his head frantically, Chrysos’ lips press into a thin line. “I don’t care if that’s not what you wanted.”

He steps forward again. In a panic, Ace takes another matching step back and finds himself hitting the wall.

How laughable. He can still find it in himself to be scared when he brought this on himself?

“You keep sticking your nose in other peoples’ business…”

Chrysos grabs Ace by the shirt, slamming the Heartslabyul student back against the wall.

“But no one’s going to hear your cries for help.”

Letting go of his shirt, Chrysos’ other fist collides solidly with Ace’s cheek, right beneath the painted-on heart. Ace staggers to the side with his weight against the wall only for Chrysos to step over and kick him, heel continually pressing into his stomach as if trying to drill through him and into the wall. He releases his foot.

Ace sinks to the floor, knees giving out. With a twisted sense of satisfaction, Chrysos notes the pained grimace on his face, likely from previously sore areas and injuries being aggravated.

And then Ace glares up at him defiantly.

(being punished for ‘causing trouble’

“what a problem child”

“shouldn’t have ever taken him in”

“it’s always those inhuman full-breeds”

anger and self-loathing

thinking he was in the right

glaring up at that person because he couldn’t do anything else—)

How can you still be so defiant? You spoiled brat who hasn’t come to terms with his own audacity, his own arrogance—

Ace struggles to his feet. Chrysos sees red.

—He’s not really sure what happens, seeing as hand-to-hand combat has become something like second nature to him now, but he at least remembers a lot of thuds and things popping or cracking that really shouldn’t be.

The taste of blood in his mouth.

A distinct absence of screaming or cursing, although he’d expected that.

And by the time Chrysos has somewhat returned to reality, Ace is sprawled on the floor, lying on his stomach. One of the chairs has been overturned and there’s some blood on the corner of the table.

Chrysos jams his foot between Ace’s shoulderblades and kneels, grabbing a fistful of ginger hair to roughly tug Ace’s head back. “I don’t want to see you messing with Clearcove-senpai or the others ever again,” he demands, quiet and dangerous. His chest heaves with exhausted breaths he hadn’t noticed. “And that includes slander. Got it?”

“…”

Another, more harsh tug. “Got it?”

Ace nods weakly, so Chrysos lets go and stands up.

Without so much as a glance backwards, he unlocks the door and leaves. Sure, maybe it counts as littering to just leave Ace there, but… whatever. He doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care.

…or so he thinks, really, because he barely makes it back to his room before he stumbles and falls to a kneel in front of his bed. It hits him like a shipwreck, his next thought, packaged with a burst of horror and shame:

What the hell did I just do?

A/N: wow. 2k words and an abrupt ending. oops my bad guys ill try to produce smth better next time ahskdjsfd i'm really sorry ace enjoyers one of these days i'll write a fic that does him justice to make up for the suffering he underwent. he should not have done some things but honestly in his position i wouldve done the same. anyway. will ace survive octavinelle constantly hating on him? will chrysos ever learn to communicate or healthily let out his anger? will kai ever stop tormenting every character he can get his hands on? find out next time on dragon ball z-- *shot*

"hold your tongue" and finn belong to @thehollowwriter

#kai's writing #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #chrysos pendentif #ace trappola #im. very sorry ace SJSKFJSKFSD he did not deserve that #reasons why chrysos being protective is sometimes not a good thing: THIS #bro needs to schedule an appointment with the school therapists asap #... but i forgot the counselors may as well not even exist their effect is so unapparent asdjfksfhs #anyway. this isnt good. but have the food regardless

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b-afterhours · 5 months

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Avenue of Sins: Neon

A sequel to Avenue of Sins

SUMMARY: '90s. It's the aftermath. Jaded, Bill and Alma navigate their new lives as they try to drag themselves out of the dark debacherous trenches they had once ensnared themselves in. It's easy to forget their evils when a silver lining introduces itself into their lives but can they create a less hedonistic life that would be just as satisfying?

WARNINGS: adult content, mature readers only.

The completed first series can be read and found here.

Chapter Five

December 1992

The amber beer bottle was airborne yet it seemed to move in slow motion. It was overshot meant to hit an unfortunate soul and for a second Bill was certain it was about to hit his Thunderbird but it slammed and shattered on the roof of a car next to them. Yet, debris careened over from the impact hitting his car anyway. Ulyssa yelped from the back seat but she quickly stifled it with the palm of her hand. Alma merely flinched.

“What the fuck?!” Bill barked.

“Let’s just go,” Alma said, holding onto his forearm as if to hold him back from wherever his mind was leading him.

Bill flashed her a dark look and then stared ahead out of the windshield to collect himself. They were fine but his daughter was in the car and he felt extremely disrespected. If he had his way, he’d have been out of the car and joined the security in beating the bachelor party up. He couldn’t out of sensibility, so he groaned and hit the gas pedal, jerking the car forward.

“It’ll be handled,” Alma assured him and took his hand into hers, squeezing it tight. “Sorry, that happened Ulyssa.” She said slightly, turning her head to look behind herself but she only turned so much to check if her daughter was still asleep and unaware.

Ulyssa nodded silently, especially after seeing something like that. Sure, she had been to plenty of rock shows where she’d seen fights break out from a mosh pit but she was in an unfamiliar place thousands of miles from home. There was no music as a soundtrack for pointless male aggression here. She sat in the backseat feeling a bit burnt out from being overstimulated. All of her experiences in NYC catching up to her. Alma was right she should have relaxed more while on vacation. However, it wasn’t so much from being in the club but also seeing her friends' dynamic with the place and her boyfriend. They really ruled the roost there. She remembered Alma telling her she had moved because New York City was beginning to feel too busy and she wanted something more quiet. Now, she knew exactly what she meant by too busy. It put a lot of things in perspective for her. Especially when it came to Echo.

Her friend wanted to raise her outside of chaos. Wanted to keep her innocent for as long as she possibly could. But she could understand Bill’s need for them to be with him in NYC, he was a good dad to his daughter that much she could tell while being there. She obviously couldn’t understand the depth of these two parents' situation. So her only conclusion is that Alma wanted an easy unassuming life for Echo, so she kept her away.

…

The rest of Ulyssa’s trip to New York was just fine. They went to a Broadway show, just her and Alma on her last night. Bill had managed to get tickets from a theater promoter the night they were at Trigger Finger. Though while she enjoyed it everything just seemed so boring in comparison to their night in the club. It was fun because it wasn’t something she had ever experienced but also because she was being treated like someone with power, being doted on in the same way her friends with power had in that place. She could see how one could be drunk on that feeling, nearly never having to lift a finger.

Bill had driven all of them to the airport to see her board the plane. Even though she insisted on carrying her luggage, Bill still pulled along an extra suitcase because she had so many more clothes and things than what she arrived with. Ulyssa kneeled to hug Echo goodbye once they were at the gate. She nudged her towards Bill who picked her up. Ulyssa thanked him for his hospitality when he gave her a side hug. Then the father and daughter left together to look at the planes out the large windows nearby. Alma stayed back.

“Are you sure you’re coming back to Seattle?” Ulyssa asked, feeling unsure if this would be the last time she’d see her friend.

“I’ll see you before the New Year,” she assured her with a tight embrace. “Could I ask you one favor?” Ulyssa nodded in response. “Could you keep Bill’s business and our time there between us? I don’t mind if you share anything else but-” “Of course. Between us,” she smiled reassuringly. She could understand why Alma wouldn’t want anyone in Seattle to know. It was for the safety of her child. If people knew she was connected to money while it was only them she’d hate to imagine what kind of bad actors would try to take advantage. Her friend never even allowed men in her apartment. Not even Gregory from the record store who didn’t even have a bad bone in his body.

“Thank you Ulyssa. You really have been such a good friend to me,” she blinked quickly to keep her eyes from watering. “Have a safe flight. Call me when you land, okay?”

…

It was snowing in the city on Christmas Eve. The fireplaces were both on in the penthouse and the family inside were all bundled and cozy inside. Bill was coming down the spiral staircase bringing presents down that he had locked away in his safe to add with the others under the tree. He saw Alma turn around trying to sneak a peek at what he had brought. She was in the kitchen with Echo who sat on top of the kitchen island while she mixed a bowl of chocolate chip cookie batter. It was a very domestic scene for the family.

Once the cookies were in the oven the mother and daughter joined Bill in the living room where he had his long legs stretched on the black velvet couch. Alma sat opposite of him and flipped through the channels on the TV hoping to land on a decent Christmas movie. The animated How the Grinch Stole Christmas was what she ultimately chose.

“Look Echo, it’s your Papa,” Alma pointed to the TV when the Grinch was on screen and laughed when Bill discretely flipped her off with a silly smile on his face.

Even though he was comfortable Bill adjusted himself so that Alma could lay back on his body to share the couch. Echo preferred to sit on the rug surrounded by her toys but also close to the Christmas tree intrigued by all the presents. They would catch her taking not-so-sly glances at them looking for an opportunity to sneakily touch them but to no avail. They kept good stern almost bored faces when their eyes connected but when Echo would look away they would glance at each other amused.

A kitchen timer sounded and Alma jumped up as did Echo knowing exactly what was waiting in the oven for them.

“Does it smell yummy,” Alma asked her as she placed the baking tray on top of the stove for the cookies to cool. “Not yet okay? Let’s put on our sleepy clothes and we can have one, yeah?”

Echo chewing on her fingers nodded and grinned excitedly. While in the living room, Bill enjoyed their little interaction. Echo was a lot more obedient and receptive to her mother compared to him. Alma told him that kids could be manipulative if you let them and he didn’t quite believe it. However, he noticed in his time spent with his daughter he could be too soft and permissive. It didn’t bother him though. Of course, a child would pick up on that though, especially their child.

He watched Echo run out of the kitchen, her legs moving faster than she was clearing space as Alma walked slowly to make her daughter believe she was being chased down the hall. Bill stalled for a moment until their voices seemed muffled and far away, before taking the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen hoping to enjoy a warm fresh baked cookie before they came back. He had eaten two once they appeared, Alma holding Echo in her arms.

“The Grinch is stealing our cookies,” Alma exclaimed with an accusatory finger pointed at him. “Those were for Santa,” Alma said pointedly so he could play along.

“Shanta!” Echo said.

“Oh, I’m sorry baby,” he said to Echo. “I was just checking them for Santa.” He winked. “They’re very good,” he said, leaning down to give Alma a peck on the lips. They exchanged Echo between arms.

Once they were plated, Alma grabbed their share and left the rest on top of the chimney. Playing up the magic of Santa coming down the chimney to eat them and leave more presents. Luckily, Echo was too young to question why there were already presents under the tree and the fact that the fireplace was on which would incinerate Santa if he so dared. She was also too preoccupied with ravenously eating her chocolate chip cookie as if they hadn’t fed her all day. Alma didn’t like her to have too many sweets but she allowed her to have as many as she wanted that night within reason.

…

He awoke pleasantly that Christmas morning. At first, he thought he was dreaming, his eyes cracked open slowly, his head was turned towards the balcony windows, the curtains were drawn back, and he met the foggy snowy morning hued pink by the red marquee. He felt another stir between his legs and when he looked down he met Alma’s warm brown eyes looking right back as her tongue swept the length of his awakening cock. While he was enjoying the sensations of her pleasant mouth around his balls, her ass was perked up in his view and he couldn’t help but notice the white sheer lingerie set she was wearing for him. It looked like a Christmas angel had come down to offer their mouth as a present. A low moan came from his chest when Alma gripped him because the sensation of her satin opera gloves made blood rush down more strongly than it had before. Their eyes met again, this time she had a devious smirk on her face just before she wrapped her lips around his blushing tip. His eyes fluttered as she bobbed her head up and down his length. His hand threaded into her hair and he rested his head back on the pillow when she took him all the way to the back of her throat earning a whine that turned to a growl from him. She stroked him favorably as her mouth rose up and finally, her lips popped off him.

After she gave the tip of his cock a tender kiss, she rose on her knees between his giving him a better view of her lingerie. She was wearing a white sheer balconette bra that left nothing for the imagination. As she straddled his hips his eyes hungrily ventured down noticing the garter belt attached to white thigh-length stockings. He leaned up to kiss her feverishly, his hands roaming her body everywhere he pleased. When he broke away to kiss down her neck, she giggled at his eagerness, until he pulled the bra cups down letting her tits spill out and he latched his lips around a pert nipple making her mewl in bliss. Her eyes closed as she ran her satin gloved hands in his hair, disheveling it.

She gently pushed him down and he readied himself impatient to have her sink down on him but instead, she laid her wet pussy along his length and moved her hips back and forth moaning as she did it. She was wearing crotchless panties. When he was staring at her slickness coating him he felt a flame ignite in his chest noticing that she was shaved bare. Where did she find the time to do that? She always had hair at least on the top but it was a rarity to see it bald. He never had a preference for it for himself but it made the sight of her so much more erotic.

Just then Alma's hips went too far forward so as she was going back he accidentally and abruptly slipped right inside her and together they both let out an unexpected groan but invited the intrusion.

“Fuck,” Alma gasped.

Her pussy felt so full and stretched all in one go. Bill beneath her, started to move his hips and she leaned down to kiss him passionately, moaning into each other's mouths as he pumped up inside her. Alma righted herself placing her hands behind her on his knees, lifting on his ample length, and displaying herself slowly sinking down. He reached a hand between her legs, his thumb rubbing her clit at first and then dragging her slickness over her bald pussy, just to see it glisten for him.

She began to start a rhythm, her hips scooting in a motion that pleased her. He placed his hands on her bottom gripping and aiding her movement. The way her full rouged lips parted, the way her tits bounced perfectly, and her brows furrowed was such a beautiful sight for him.

“Fuck me, baby,” he panted. “Use me.”

That activated her to move her hips faster. He could feel her clench around him because of how utterly deep he was inside her and his eyes fluttered back at the feeling. While he had his fingers rolling and pinching one of her nipples he noticed her hand going to her clit but slid his hand down from her chest and placed his hand there instead. Applying pressure with his thumb and encircling it fervently. Her head fell back then, her eyes shutting tight just before the tension in her belly sprung and she hollered loudly. With her hips grinding down, a different kind of wetness flooded out of her onto him. Bill grunted a curse word at the obscene amount of liquid that erupted from her. He could have come right then and there if he wanted to but he didn’t want to stop. He wanted her one more way before that happened.

He leaned up to kiss her as she slowly lifted off of him, mewling from the disconnect and emptiness. Neither did she want it to end, especially after seeing how his abs gleamed with her release. They switched positions so that she was on her back now and he was kneeling between her. He ducked down to give her pussy a few greedy licks before righting himself again. He took her legs from the side of him, passively kissing one of her inner ankles before perching her feet on his chest, her legs too short to meet his shoulders. Finally, he slid in with a courteous snap of his hips, a loud moan both leaving their lips. He built the rhythm back up as Alma moaned dirty nothings from her lips as he did so. She was close again and he knew it by the way her pussy clamped and pulsed around him again, it made the muscles on his belly flex. He took a moment to look at her. She was biting at her knuckles with a pleadingly lustful look in her eyes.

Leaning his body forward which lifted her hips off the mattress, she yelped loudly as he once again reached the innermost depths of her sex. Both of their eyes rolled back feeling the impending end encompassing them tenfold. She could feel him pulsing deep and hard as he released inside her. He thrusted into her past the peak of their orgasms. His hand was at the base of his cock, squeezing to make sure she had every drop of him inside her. Pushing her legs aside, he collapsed on top of her. Both their chests heaving, trying to catch their breath as she ran her hands through his hair, holding him close. Together lying in unmitigated bliss.

“Merry Christmas,” Alma said, kissing his jaw as his head was buried in the crook of her neck.

He lifted his head and looked at her with a devious smirk before pecking her lips. “Merry fucking Christmas,” he lightly chuckled.

…

Freshly showered and dressed, Bill and Alma were down below waiting for their daughter to wake up on her own. Bill was in the kitchen wearing sweats trying his best to make Christmas tree-shaped pancakes until he gave up making regular ones instead as Alma sat on the rug in the living room wearing teeny shorts and one of Bill's hoodies while fiddling with the settings of her camcorder so that it was ready to record. The camcorder was a present, which Bill urged her to open when they went downstairs so that it could be used.

They didn’t even need the baby monitor to hear baby Echo happily yapping to herself coming from down the hall. The parents both looked at each other and smiled. Quickly, Bill took the last pancake off the hot pan and Alma went to him to hand him the camcorder.

“Just hit this button,” she said pointing at it. “I’ll go get her.”

He kissed her before she walked off and then went to the living room and sat where Alma once sat on the rug close to the tree. He finally hit the record button on the camcorder once he heard the quick pitter-patter of Echo’s little feet on the marble floor. She ran in, paused for a second, and then happily squealed, running right towards her father and slamming right into him for an embrace.

“Aww, don’t you want to open presents?” He laughed, hugging her back and kissing her little head.

Alma joined and lovingly took in the sight of the two together. The Christmas tree and the fireplace as their backdrop she quickly grabbed the film camera she left on the couch and captured the moment. The click of the shutter prompted Bill to point the camcorder at her.

“Beautiful Mommy,” he said. “We might have to use this later to make some-”

“Don’t even say it,” she interrupted him with a smirk on her face because she had even thought the same thing earlier. “You’re gonna ruin the wholesome Christmas vibe.”

She joined them on the rug, while Bill set up the camcorder on a side table and together they helped Echo open presents. The gifts were mostly things that she would need as she was getting older like sippy cups to wean her off her baby bottles and new clothes and shoes. Of course, there were more toys and a new teddy bear to accompany her favorite stuffed bunny.

While Echo played with the scraps of gift wrapping paper ignoring most of her new things Bill and Alma took the opportunity to finally share the gifts they had gotten for each other. Every year they would gift each other a new cologne or perfume, which was always expected. So once those were out of the way Bill passed her a long thin box. Alma could guess what it was but she smiled happily at him.

“It’s from me and Echo,” he said.

She pulled the delicate red ribbon off of it and lifted the lid to reveal a fine gold chain that had a name pendant of Echo’s name written in an elegant cursive. Quickly, she took the necklace out and handed it to him so that he could help her put it on. When she turned around she touched it appreciatively and then thanked him with a kiss.

She handed him her gift and he could also guess what it was when he was holding a small box. He flipped the lid back and inside it was a gold ring made to fit his pinky. It was a rectangular signet ring with a London blue topaz set in it.

“It’s her birthstone,” Alma explained. “I guess we both kinda had the same idea this year,” she giggled.

“It’s very pretty,” he said, lifting the ring from the gray velvet cushion it sat on to inspect it. He handed it to Alma for her to place on his little finger on his right hand and then he looked at it adoringly before pulling her in for a hug. “I got Echo a bracelet,” he said with his arms still around her. “Could we check if it fits?”

Alma beckoned Echo over and moved so that Echo could sit in his lap as he presented her with a tiny nameplate bracelet that had her name overlaid in a similar elegant cursive as her mother's necklace. Before he put it on he flipped the name plate over to show Alma that the back of it was engraved with: Belongs to Bill and Alma.

She gave him a sideways glance. “Bill… that’s what people put on pet tags!” She laughed. “Probably should have put one of our phone numbers on it too.”

He laughed. “I know. I’m glad you laughed because I wasn’t sure if it would piss you off or not.”

“What are we if not inappropriately sentimental.”

“And possessive,” he chuckled. He clasped the bracelet on Echo’s left wrist then. “It fits,” he said, kissing the back of her hand. Echo waved her wrist a bit, getting used to the feeling of having something there.

“Fancy girl!” Alma said to her and she smiled.

She clamored off of her father's lap then, wanting to continue messing about with her things. They chose to eat the breakfast Bill prepared in the living room and mid-bite Alma remembered that the camcorder was still recording. She crawled towards it, picking back up. Bill was helping his daughter with cutting up her pancake when she pointed the camera at them.

“Say bye-bye to the video camera Echo,” Alma said.

She looked up after grabbing the piece of pancake that Bill had handed her and she waved.

“Bye-bye Mommy!” She said smiling.

Alma shut the camcorder off and smiled at Bill.

“This is going to be hard to use I think? It’s not as easy as just snapping a pic’. I’m not complaining, I like it,” she said before Bill could suggest returning it. “This is her first Christmas that’s she not pretty much unconscious and now she can watch it forever.”

“What got you into photography all of a sudden? I always wondered that.”

Alma shrugged. “I just needed a hobby that was, I guess, more productive. And then I actually had a subject to document so I leaned into it more. It helps that she’s so beautiful. You know how some babies can look,” she snickered. “Even as a newborn, she was.”

…

They lazed about that Christmas Day, watching more movies and eating more sweets until Bianca’s Christmas Party later that evening. Echo had eventually fallen asleep on Alma’s lap and she took that opportunity to fix her hair. It was easier that way when she wasn’t squirming. Once her silver plastic ball hair ties were in securing her little pigtails she passed her along to Bill to hold. Their time in New York City was nearly coming to a close in a matter of a few days. It was donning on the parents how much they didn’t want their family bubble to burst. For Alma it was much easier to parent, having Bill around eased so much of her anxiety. For Bill, he felt less alone, felt needed in such a more important way. He was nervous when getting to know his daughter that she’d thought of him as a stranger but she never did and for that, it settled his straining heart. However, it still felt like it would break when Echo left, when both of them left.

When he put his daughter in her crib, he checked outside her window and noticed the snow had finally let up and down below on the city street he saw that there was a large snow plow clearing the streets, fortunately.

Entering the living room again, he caught Alma cutting in from the kitchen after having shoved a wad of crumpled wrapping paper into the trash bin. He pulled her into his arms and began kissing her deeply. They soon landed on the shag rug, in front of the fireplace undressing each other, their bare skin feeling the warm blaze of the fire. He touched her delicately and gingerly as if she would fade away like a mirage and he made love to her. He enjoyed her any which way but this was something only the two of them could give each other. When they allowed themselves to be soft and surrender themselves. At the mercy of their bodies and hearts reacting before their minds could. Though entangled and enraptured with each other it was almost unfair that they couldn’t become anymore closer than this.

Both were telling each other, “I love you”, as they held each other after reaching a powerfully sweet tender end. Their hearts growing three sizes. They laid there cuddling closely without a word. Alma ran her hand through his arm hair, tracing the veins as they just caressed and planted languorously tender kisses where they pleased while underneath a throw blanket in front of the fireplace drifting into a nap in eachothers arms.

…

They were driving on the Brooklyn Bridge heading to Bianca’s for her Christmas party. Since she didn’t host Thanksgiving, she decided a holiday party was just as good if not better. She lived in a brownstone, inherited from her grandparents, and had been living there for years. Her home even had a backyard garden which was a rare commodity to have in New York City. If it weren’t for the snow on the ground it would have been a nice place to party. Bill knocked on the door once they cautiously went up the steps. Echo was in his arms bundled up in addition to a blanket. Alma had worn the red crushed velvet dress Bill had bought her, one that her boobs were precariously covered and it had a high slit. Even with a long white coat on with fur trim, she was cold but what’s being cold where you look like a million bucks? Bill knocked on the door again, he was in a black thick knit turtleneck and trousers along with boots along with his long black coat. They could hear raucous laughter and music behind the door and just before Alma could take it upon herself Bianca’s youngest son Giancarlo opened it, greeting them.

Suddenly they were ambushed with greetings once they stepped through the threshold. Their guests from Thanksgiving were there but a few of Bianca’s extended family were also there, like her old Uncle Gio and her Cousin Marco who had brought his young daughters who were playing with Theo’s daughter and a little boy in a corner away from the adults. Bianca typically allowed plus ones to her get-togethers, she actually encouraged it. So Queenie was accompanied by Keiko finally gaining the courage to ask her out, and Marcy was there with a gentleman who Bill could vaguely recall seeing at the club. And then there was Bambi – the girl who looked at Alma sideways at the club – with a gentleman as well. Besides Queenie who was dressed a bit more tomboyish, all the women in the house were inappropriately dressed for the weather. Not that it was odd for any of them but when Lorenzo offered to take Alma’s coat which revealed her fabulous dress underneath Uncle Gio could be heard grumbling, “Do any of these broads get cold?”

Bill was helping Echo out of her heavy coat, she was wearing a red long-sleeved tartan dress with white lace trim and stockings with shiny Mary Jane shoes. He let her go on her own to join the other children while Alma was next to him taking a few bottles of really good red wine out of the baby bag. Cousin Marco noticed her and laughed a bit.

“Those for us or the kid?” He quipped.

“She already had a whole bottle by herself. They grow so fast don’t they?” She winked at him and then greeted him with a side hug. She had a good rapport with him, he was just as much of a jokester as Bianca. He took the bottles from her then.

“I’ll open these and get Bianca out here. She’s still in the damn kitchen but everything is ready to grab from the table.” He told her and when Bill approached, the men shook hands. “You two go eat, yeah!”

They were sitting with plates on their laps in the living room. Alma loved Bianca’s home. It was so cozy and lived it yet tidy. It always smelled of rosemary and vanilla. She sat between Theo and Bill on the biggest couch. Theo held her plate so that she could eat from it while Echo sat in her lap as Bill fed her Bianca’s mashed potatoes that she loved so much. They eventually had to call it quits for her so that she could play a bit with the other children some more instead of sending herself in a mashed potato induced coma.

Finally, Bianca emerged from the kitchen with wine glasses in hand and an open bottle of red wine. “Oh thank god!” She exclaimed. “Alma’s here to finally say grace everyone!” Which caused everyone to laugh as she bashfully shook her head.

“I’ll get you back for that.”

“I don’t doubt it, honey,” Bianca said, handing her a glass and generously pouring wine into it. She did the same for Bill. “Did the baby have any mashed potatoes? Does she still love it?”

“We just had to cut her off,” Bill laughed.

As the guests were finally satisfied from the immaculate spread of pasta, beef wellington, aged cheeses and dried meats and toasted bruschetta, stuffed mushrooms, baked artichokes, among so much more the adults continued on. Drinking wine or spiked eggnog, or whatever spirits they pleased. At one point Bianca took Alma’s camera, and had the family pose in front of her Christmas tree covered in vintage ornaments.

“Okay, hand me the baby. Just you two next,” Bianca said and then Bill passed Echo over. She had her effortlessly balanced on her hip while she held the camera out with her other hand. “Do the prom pose, that’ll be cute!”

“Which one is that?” Alma asked after she and Bill exchanged perplexed looks.

“Didn’t you two go to prom?”

“No,” they both said with an amused tone, shaking their heads.

“Of course, you two didn’t,” she rolled her eyes and then began instructing them. Alma stood with her back against his chest, his arms reached around her, holding her hands in his as they were angled sideways to the camera. They felt a bit silly but they understood the vision. “See, these should turn out really cute. Okay, next.”

“If you two didn’t go to prom, what did you do?” Giancarlo asked them when they broke away from the tree so others could take photos. He was only 14 so the thought of not going to what most teens considered a right of passage seemed strange to him.

“We, uh, drove to Kansas City to see a punk show,” Bill smiled, recalling the memory. “We did dress up but we changed at a gas station on the drive there.”

Bill and Alma mingled around, staying close to each other but would have side conversations. Alma was speaking to Lorenzo about college while Bianca listened on, he was a senior in high school currently and had plans to attend Brooklyn College.

“What are you thinking about doing?” Alma asked, swirling the wine in her glass.

“Law,” he lightly shrugged. “Not sure what kind yet though.”

“Oh,” Alma nodded, impressed. “Well you have a lot of clients in this room for the future. We need a good lawyer around.”

“That’s for sure,” Bianca cut in. “You know Alma is going back to school next year, son.”

“Where at?”

“It’s just night school. I’m not doing anything exciting like you though. I’m going for accounting.”

Lorenzo didn’t ask her why, he could assume why that would be something she’d want to be certified in. Much like his mother, he knew Bill preferred to keep that side of business in-house so to speak. They continued speaking about his schooling, Lorenzo always liked the moments he could speak to her with undivided attention. He had known her since he was a little boy and ever since he could remember he had always had a little crush on her. He had seen his share of his mom's beautiful girl friends from work but she was the one he’d always like to hear about or see on occasion. When their conversation tapered off, Alma turned towards Bill who was speaking to Marco about some boxing match when they both noticed Marcy coming over to them obviously wanting to introduce her date. Alma was excited for this because she couldn’t understand why she would lower her standards by giving this guy a chance but she was willing to feel it out.

Before Marcy could introduce him, Bill pointed at him, finally recognizing the man.

“It’s Gary, right? Bill.” He said put his hand out for a shake.

“Sure is,” he said, shaking Bill’s hand.

“This is my partner Alma,” he said for her and she held a hand out as well. When they shook hands she got a feel of his cold clammy hands.

“Ya haven’t wifed ha yet?” Uncle Gio could be heard saying. He was a bit of a curmudgeonly old man, who just liked to comment on anything he heard.

Taking a better look at Gary, Alma could tell he had tried his damnedest to look good tonight but it fell short. He was just in khakis and wearing an ugly green knit sweater that had some red counterparts and tennis shoes. He was a bit sweaty too, she could even see his thinning hair dampening. She took a look at Marcy who was a knock out and was so perplexed. Either he was really nice, had money, or a shockingly big dick she just didn’t get it otherwise.

“I’m assuming you two met at the club?” Bill asked Marcy who nodded with a smile. “What, uh, what do you do for work Gary?”

“I’m an accountant for a nonprofit.”

“It’s a nonprofit that helps amputees afford prosthetics,” Marcy added.

“Really,” he said, peering down at Alma with a smirk on his face. “Maybe you could talk to Gary if you ever need any help on your school work. Alma is going to school for the same thing.”

She stepped closer to Bill and put her hand on the back of his arm to pinch him.

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind that.”

“Thank you, Gary,” she said with a tight smile.

When they left towards the table for more food Bill lightly laughed when Alma shot him an annoyed look. Knowing him, she knew even he was thrown off by their pairing.

“Why did you do that?”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with some help? Too bad you’ll be in Seattle. He could have given you private tutoring.”

Alma shot a glance at the empty wine glass in his hand and then wondered just how much he drank. His tone was off and she didn’t like it, it was more than teasing it felt like there was some bitterness behind it. She ignored it, chalking it up to him just being a smart ass.

Bambi was receiving help putting her coat on from her partner before she had walked by them calling to her son. She stopped by them for a second and quickly introduced herself to Alma, her name was Sarah. Just then Bill shook her partner's hand with familiarity who she quickly learned was named Tommy, he was as generic as they come.

“My husband and I are heading out. We’ve got one more party to hit before getting home. We all have kind of heard about the elusive Alma. So it’s so good to finally meet you,” she said sweetly. It sounded genuine but Alma wanted so badly to find a problem. “I heard something about prom. So you two have known each other that long?”

“Yeah, a long time,” Bill nodded.

“Half our life at this point,” Alma added, pulling Bill’s arm closer to her body.

“Sarah and I too,” Tommy said with a grin. “We got married right out of high school.”

“Anyone wanna smoke,” Bianca announced, holding a cigarette up and walking out to her garden deck.

“I guess we should go babe before we get held up,” Tommy said, picking up their son who was maybe a few years older than Echo.

Theo took the smoke break to indicate his departure too. He was always weary about his daughter getting sick and was generally the first to leave get-togethers for that very reason.

Alma and Bill joined the smoking crew in the back garden while Uncle Gio was watching his granddaughters and Echo and quite literally. If anything happened they would certainly hear him holler for someone else to handle it.

“They would be a Grade A boring couple if Bambi didn’t dance,” Bill said, lighting Alma’s cigarette.

“I heard they’re trying to buy a house in Connecticut,” Queenie said, passing a joint to Keiko. “Connecticut is boring as shit!” She said, earning some laughs. “Did Bill tell you about Praline’s weird boyfriend she’s leaving for Florida with?”

Bill groaned. “He actually creeps me out a little,” he said, taking a drag of his own cigarette.

“Really?” Alma said, surprised.

“He sneaks in bible verses into casual conversation,” he told her. “Like if he just made some parable up on the spot.”

“The last time I saw him he was in the club and enjoying a dance mind you, but he palmed me a twenty, and when I went to check the bill it was actually a fake twenty that had scripture on it! Dickhead!” Queenie said, shaking her head.

“No fucking way!” Alma laughed. “Do you think he’s taking her away to some Jesus freak cult?”

“Hard to say,” Bill said, scratching his neck with a grimace.

“You two should have come by the club last night though,” she said, taking another puff of her joint.

“Why’s that?” Bill asked, ashing his cigarette.

“Payday was dressed like a nutcracker and had a line of guys paying her to slam her ass on their laps as hard as she could,” Queenie laughed, making Bill chuckle a bit as he took in an inhale of smoke. Alma had heard about her theatrical antics and seemingly they were more ridiculous than the last. She was a bit disappointed that they didn’t stay long enough to see her set the night they went.

The smoke party on the garden deck was quickly over as it was cold and everyone wanted to go back inside for warmth. Bianca hooked her arm with Alma’s when they walked in. She asked to help her pass a round of an Italian digestivo liqueur for everyone before the night dwindled to an end.

Bianca held her snifter glass up which prompted everyone to do the same. “Thank you everyone for coming on this very Merry Christmas. I want to say that I give all my love to my boys, my family, my friends here, and my friends far away,” she said, looking at Alma affectionately. “So here’s to health, wealth, and wishing the holiday blues away! Salute!”

“Salute!” Everyone said in unison.

Bianca stayed close to Alma the rest of the night. Tell her how much she was going to miss her but that she was excited for her to start school in the next year. Bill was lightly listening on while speaking to Keiko whom he learned was attending the Fashion Institute of Technology and was auditioning for runway jobs. Looking at her now he was regretting his and Bianca’s decision to not hire her to bartend. The night he was at the club reviewing the applications while alone with Echo he had her help him dwindle his stack by just grabbing at a random few. When Bianca came to watch her for a bit he handed her those. Hopefully, Echo chose wisely, if not he knew at least one person he would consider hiring. Queenie and Keiko left and Bill and Alma were soon to follow.

“You know I want you to stay. But you gotta do what you gotta do honey, we’ll always be here for you,” he heard Bianca say. It sort of irritated him because while he agreed he felt that she should be encouraging her to stay instead purely out of selfishness. “Just stay in good spirits. We need you here, okay?”

Bill thought that part of their exchange was a bit off but he excused himself to get their coats and Giancarlo, who was grabbing another plate right by met him there.

“Oh Bill, I wanted to talk to you,” he said, with a mouth full of food. “My mom said I had to ask you but do you think it would be okay if I came to the club for New Year's Eve?”

He narrowed his eyes at him. “Gi’ I know for certain that’s not true. Plus you’re fourteen, there’s no way.”

“But why did my mom say it was okay?”

“Because I know she didn’t. Nice try, though,” he said, patting his back and shaking his head. He was going to have to tell his mother about this at a later time for sure.

Bianca walked them to the door once they were all bundled up and were given leftovers to take. She had Echo in her arms hugging her goodbye and then passed her off to Bill.

“Oh look at her little gorgeous sleepy face,” she said. “Bye-bye baby.” She then pulled Alma in a tight embrace. “Have a safe flight, honey. I’ll miss you two.”

Bianca caught Bill taking a deep breath looking both a bit sad and bothered. The holiday blues mentioned in her toast was for him. She could sense his melancholy earlier in the evening by the way he would take glances at his daughter knowing his time was almost up. He was seeing her brief departure the wrong way. She had a bad feeling that they were either going to argue tonight or just before she left. Her business partner had a penchant for self-sabotage at times. She could only hope they’d just have it out and keep on for the baby at the very least. She had seen some of their fights in the past. They were always very passionate but they never seemed to stay angry after. She knew they’d be fine or so she hoped so.

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