#anyways think i would be the person no one would miss if i suddenly deleted again

[hazelfoureyes]

The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (part 3)

I deadass wrote part one as a one shot. Is this what peer pressure is? I love it.

It would have been easy to forget you, your soul was his anyways so the real fun had already finished. But that pesky video hit most streamed in 24 hours, he couldn’t even walk to the butcher without hearing you scream his name from errant phones. Surely there was a way, even from hell, to finish what he started and get you out of his system.

⟢ part1♡̶sidestory♡̶part2♡̶part3♡̶part4 ⟣

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x reader, smut, soft Alastor, unprotected sex (duh?), creampie, edging a little, feelings, Valentino exists, Vox also exists, literally wrote this split screen with part 2 on the right side so I could line it up right like he does hehe, Alastor has a bad time

tag requested: @astraechos , @thekanrojimitsuri2 , @hoeforalbedo , @crazylazybabyk , @oddball08 , @lovingyeet , @just-trash-yeah-thats-it , @random-3455 , @alicehasdrowned , @des-deswain5621 , @coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic , @doctorswife221b

When Val released, ‘The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice’, it immediately went viral. The website crashed, downloads surpassed his wildest, horniest dreams.

It’s scary but also hot? ☆☆☆☆☆

Eat me Mr. Radio Demon!

I’ve never wanted to be a pussy so much in my life.

The reviews were all favorable, the comments rolling in, it was perfect.

Until Vox said it wasn’t. He had seen the video, but figured no one would care about seeing Alastor fuck anything. It wasn’t the success that got under his skin, it was the wave of positive attention it brought Alastor. Suddenly everyone was tuning in to his broadcasts, little miss princess’s hotel was busier than ever.

And it was ubiquitous. Every screen seemed to feature Alastor’s breakout role.

“I said pull it, Val!” Vox slammed his hands on Valentino’s coffee table.

“Vox, baby, you’re being really sensitive about this. I’m literally fucking piles of money right now. Actual piles of money, like, person sized piles.” Val took a drag of his cigarette, “Its good for business.”

“Would you rather fuck money, or me?” Vox’s screen glitched.

Val leaned his elbows on his knees, “That’s a really difficult question for me and I think you know that.”

“Augh! Val! Think of the big picture! That obsolete dickhead gaining attention means gaining power. And that’s bad for business.”

Val’s eyes fluttered, “What if we like, say it wasn’t him?”

Flashes of Alastor’s face fazed in and out of focus across Vox’s screen, your body flipping over, a mess of tentacles writhing.

Val took off his glasses, “Oh yeah, that’s pretty obviously him.”

“What is?” Vox’s face splintered back to the screen.

“Do you—- do you not know you’ve been like,” Val used his cigarette to gesture at Vox’s face, “just straight up playing his porno?”

Vox’s hands flew to his screen, “No! Fucking shit! What the fuck!!” He picked up a vase and threw it across the room, “Wipe it clean off the server! Delete it! Ban it’s fucking streaming! End of discussion!”

Val shrugged, he owned every bootleg distributor in the pride ring. He’d pull it and up the price threefold for illegal downloads. “Whatever you want, amorcito.”

Alastor was quite happy the video went ‘underground’ of sorts. The first month after you left, he was plagued by the sound of your voice. Everywhere he went it seemed you were screaming his name, every phone and television a conduit for you.

What really bothered him though, was the reaction others had to him. Where once sinners leapt from his path and set theirselves on fire to avoid him, now people winked and waved. It made his skin crawl. When alive, at the peak of his radio show fame, it wasn’t uncommon to have fans approach him in jazz clubs. But the decorum of 1930's jazz fans was a far cry from the brazen displays of desire from the citizens of hell.

“Perhaps I should have thought it through?” He mused.

“Ya think?” Rosie put her tea down, “Was it worth it, at least?”

He mulled the question over. Worth it? Well, he had your soul. Which is grand. But you weren’t even in hell to be called upon. What did he really get from the deal? Alastor brought his palm to his face, already feeling the blush spreading. Rosie's chuckle didn't help. He did get something. You'd been gone a month, and each day he woke up having forgot you existed. And every night he lied down to rest and imagined your eyes staring back at him. Did he want to fight you, or surrender, when he saw that look? When the silk tie had fallen from your face, slipping down your nose to reveal your intense stare...He thought his heart had stopped. For every ounce of resilience in your voice he found a pound of fury in your gaze. What poor luck Valentino had been given to receive you as an offering.

"Too soon to tell." He leaned back, finally dropping his hand.

“Well it seemed you had a good time… not that I could see much through the green glow and all that static noise. Really spoiled the climax with that move, Alastor dear."

Alastor’s eyes were saucers, “Rosie. Are you implying-,”

“What?” She drew out the word, “I thought you weren’t into those things so of course I was curious!”

He sighed, “I’m not.”

Rosie pushed the teaspoon around her cup with one finger, “Sure looked like you were.”

He crossed his arms, indignant, “You don’t have to have an appetite to enjoy a meal.”

“Message received loud and clear dear! I won’t bring up the subject again.” She cackled and changed the topic to the latest gossip around the colony.

Another night staring at the ceiling, mind ghosting over the idea of you. He felt like he his sanity was unraveling Leaving his bed, he stepped barefoot onto the grass of the swampy forest he materialized into his room when he moved in to the hotel.

With an outstretched hand, Alastor felt for your connection. He couldn’t see it, but the weight of the chain connecting your soul to him sunk into his palm. Curious, he wrapped his fingers around the invisible links and pulled.

With a soft green glow, you rose from the grass.

His breath hitched, he hadn’t expected that. “It seems our deal really did stick, didn't it?" walking towards you, Alastor dropped to his knees at your feet. You were on your side, unmoving.

His head cocked to the left, ears turned in. Alastor crawled toward you, rolling you onto your back and opening your legs. He slotted himself there, “Hellooo,” He took your face in his both of his hands, elbows resting beside your ears, “Are you… sleeping, dear?”

This is ridiculous.

Alastor inspected your face; peaceful. It was a new sight for him, he'd really only ever seen you in some kind of rage or lost in pleasure. His hand slid down your body, realizing you were in the robe still. He laughed, but realized it was for no one. "Are you really going to sleep, hmm?" He hooked his hands under your knee and brought it up around his hip.

Nothing.

"I'm starting to get offended, dear." He leaned down and whispered into the crook of your neck. "If you don't wake up-" He slid down, the robe open enough to let his breathe ghost over your stomach. He stopped. He couldn't do anything to you while you slept. It was void of any enjoyment for him. Without your reactions, it was just....pointless. While he did enjoy your performance in the studio, he was taught to show respect for those of fairer means. A sleeping partner fell into that category.

He reached beneath you and straightened your robe that had bunched there under your body. Placing your leg back down by your ankle, he began pulling the collar up and closed it snuggly.

He stood there for a second, looking over you. It worked. You're here again. His mother had taught him that the human soul was most vulnerable at night. When asleep, the soul could wander from the body and travel earth and beyond. She even said people could train themselves, and with practice, remember their journeys even after waking.

Kneeling down, Alastor pushed your hair from your face, "Don't forget. What fun is there in that?" The shadow beneath your body shimmered neon green before you were swallowed by inky darkness and Alastor was once again, alone.

After his mother died, Alastor was often alone. Most of his time, really. Well, there were people always around. But they were staff, or hangers-on, or women looking for a comfortable life. They were dancers and bootleggers and musicians. Which was fine and grand. But, they never saw him. He never let them, they never tried. He was the radio host. The great dancer. The southern gentleman. The killer. The cannibal. The deer in the woods. Not a single person ever looked at him on earth and saw him. Which was precisely what he wanted, and manufactured with his wide smile and good manners.

So when your eyes bore into him from that tacky studio set, and he felt suddenly naked in front of you, he knew you were looking at the him. You saw him.

It was worth it. Alastor was willing to admit that to himself.

Over the next couple days, he would randomly try to pull you to him. Through out the day, in different places, he would summon your soul and wait. Nothing. It confirmed his theory, your soul was only able to leave your living body while you were asleep.

In the privacy of his room, Alastor paced the space between grass and carpet. What was this feeling? Nerves? He hadn't felt nervous since he was a child.

But, what was causing him a pause, was if he summoned you and you didn't appear. Maybe it had been a fluke? Maybe for the 7th time in 3 days he would pull on that connection and be left standing there, alone.

Still.

He ran his hands through his hair, trying to regain composure. Finally, he reached out for your ties to him, and pulled you into hell.

He held his breath, unconsciously.

With a glow, you appeared again before him. He was quick this time to approach you, setting beside you and leaning close to your face. Asleep.

"Is this my foreseeable future?" He asked, "Staring at you while you sleep, my doe."

Suddenly, you opened your eyes and met his. Reaching up, you grabbed him with both hands and pulled his face into yours. Your hands ran through his hair as you took him in a frenzied kiss. Alastor froze for a beat, but when your tongue licked at his bottom lip, he was brought back to the moment. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, rolling over yours and reaching as deep as he could. He felt like he could unhinge his jaw and swallow you whole. He really could, if he wanted to.

Alastor swung his leg over your body and straddled your hips. "Mon cher, you've finally joined me." His chest was rising and falling with excited breath.

"Alastor?" You tried to feel your body, but it was nowhere near you.

"Don't worry your pretty little head. You're still alive and well. I've merely borrowed your soul for the evening." He looked down at you, and finally, for the first time in what felt like months, your eyes fell to his face.

But today, they were soft and out of focus.

"Can you see me, my dear?" He leaned down slightly, trying to read the look on your face.

"Am I dreaming?"

He chuckled, "Perhaps we both are." With an exhale he wondered if he had been holding his breath this entire time. "No, this isn't a dream."

"I don't understand...but--," You lifted your arms towards him, "Should I say thank you? It was fucked, what happened." Your voice was slow, words a little slurred, "But, I'm home safe and sound now. You did what you promised me. I don't know if I'll ever see you again so...should I thank you now?"

Your tongue felt fat in your mouth, heavy and delayed.

Alastor leaned down over you, "You don't have to say anything." He used his knees to open your legs, and settled there. "Unfortunately, you've become a little worm in my mind." His hands slid under the silk robe you hadn't stopped wearing yet, "I'm hoping if I finally have you, I can...whet my appetite, and return to my normal self." He felt along your hips, hands stopping when he realized you were naked under the thin piece of fabric.

"I keep remembering," you covered your eyes with your hands, "that big hand of yours. And I realize, you never touched me past that."

He smiled, genuinely, truly, "Exactly! You understand the problem precisely. Shall we both have our fill and be done with it?"

You moved your hands to touch his ears, waiting for him to disappear at any moment, "Please. I'm so tired of missing someone I don't even know." He removed your hands, and you held them to your chest.

"My thoughts exactly, mon cher." He adjusted his hips, letting his crotch rub against your core. This was the closest he had been to you since you'd met. It was dizzying, and it felt like his skin was vibrating everywhere it met yours.

A soft moan left your throat, causing his cock to twitch in his pants. Yes, it was you. This wasn’t his standard response to such sounds. Alastor sat up, his legs bent and knees at either side of your hips. Taking one of your hands from your chest, he placed a kiss on a digit. Then another. He kissed his way down your arm.

“So gentle. Weird.” You tried to focus on him, but your mind was still cloudy. The sensations were here but also so far away, too far away, in another lifetime all together.

“Was I not gentle before, all things considered?,” he continued his way down your arm.

You let your eyes drift to the sky, stars watching you from above, “More than him.”

His mouth went dry at the mention of Val, "I am many things more than him, darling." As his lips found your neck, he took a deep breath. "I can actually take my time now. No audience." He sucked a bruise, and released you with a pop. He presented two fingers to your lips, and without thinking about it you began to suck them. While you were slipping your tongue over and between his fingers, he moved to continue a trail of kisses and nips down your right arm.

"Get them nice and wet." He watched through half lidded eyes as you licked his long fingers. He knew he needed to remove his hips from yours, but the idea pained him. Finally, he took his fingers from you and swiped them over your entrance. Your chest jumped, so he did it again. He tried to push the fingers into you, but the resistance was more than he expected. You were wet, but tight. He let his middle finger slip inside you. So soft. So warm. His shadow tendrils allowed him some feeling but not this, this was something they kept to themselves.

"When was your last time, mon cher?"

Your mind searched for memories still left behind in your body somewhere, "In hell."

"You're in hell now."

"This doesn't feel like hell." You ground your hips onto his palm, trying to get that single digit slowly moving in you to come deeper, to become more. He replied by pushing in his pointer finger, erection becoming painful already as you let out a little moan. Bending them up, he began to make long thrusts past your g-spot. His mouth long stilled on your arm, staring at your face as you whimpered into the sky.

"Look at me."

Your eyes darted to him, half open and wet. Alastor felt his patience snap. Undoing his belt and zipper, he finally freed his cock. He ran his head between your entrance to your clit , gathering your fluids on him to ease his entry. Taking both of your legs, he held them at the ankles and set them on his left shoulder. With your hips slightly raised, he pressed into you.

With a hiss you dug your fingers into the dirt, body tensing instinctively. One of his arms hugged your legs to his chest, the other was now bruising your hips as he continued to push into you. With just his head in, he began fast and shallow thrusts. Every time making more progress into your warmth. The stretch burned, but the feeling of him forcing space into you for himself just made you wetter.

Finally, he bottomed out. He had no sense to still himself, shallow thrusts gave way to long, deep plunges. Alastor's breathing was filling the space around you, mixing with your own. Leaning back, he looked down at where you two were connected.

He withdrew slowly, nearly entirely, and pushed back in. Again. And again. It was intoxicating, how he felt himself melt into you. He'd had lovers in life, but never had he been with someone without a barrier of some sorts. Be that his well placed smile or latex. He'd never fucked anyone raw before. He almost regretted not trying earlier, as the sensation of your walls and arousal sticking to his cock and thighs was breaking him. Watching himself entirely disappear inside you, he closed his eyes. Everything was so hot, so tight, would he disappear entirely? Would he lost in the pleasure your body was so effortlessly giving? Was he the unlucky one?

Alastor pushed your knees up to your chest, using his body weight to hold them down as his paced picked up. You brought your dirtied nails to your own legs, holding on tightly. Desperately you needed something to tether you to the ground, keep you still against the twitches shaking your stomach and chest. You felt with any jolt to your nerves you'd fall off the world and drift into the night.

He felt the build up, his balls tightening and drawing in, he wanted to slow down-- he wanted to bring you there first but he couldn't stop the rutting of his hips. With a whine, Alastor's forehead came to rest on yours, hips smacking into you with a wet slap. "Look at me," He commanded again, and you obeyed. One of his hands came to your chin to hold your head still, "Don't you dare look away."

Struggling to keep your eyes open, he pushed into you with one final, deep thrust. His hands came down now to the ground around you as he pushed you into the grass. Hips stuttering, cock twitching in you. You'd never let anyone cum inside you before, the sensation of heat quickly filling your cunt made you tighten around him. "Good girl", He purred, jaw tight.

He pulled back slowly before bringing his hips down, sweat sticking to his forehead where it met yours. His pace was quickly becoming brutal, a hand finding its way to that little bud of nerves of yours. With rough pressure and hurried speed his thumb drew out your orgasm. When you came, you gasped out his name, craning your neck up to ghost your lips over his open mouth. As the pleasure surged from your center, you could feel your body again. He tried to keep his eyes on your eyes, but the overstimulation of your cunt trying to wring him dry forced him to shut them.

A light shone through his eyelids, startling them open again.

"Wait-!" He watched you get pulled away from beneath him. Before he could react, Alastor was on all fours in the forest, alone. Eyes wide, he pounded his fist against the grass. He tried to summon you back to him, to drag you to him but nothing happened.

He thought he'd gone crazy. Hands came to his head, smile pained as he tried to process what he was feeling.

No.

Not enough.

Too soon.

A growl ripped through his chest. This hadn't satiated him at all. No, he was worse off now. He was starved, he had nourishment ripped from his mouth and he as angry for it. Angry to hell, to Valentino, to the conditions of owning a living soul.

He did not even attempt to rest that night. Taking his time, he had to find composure again. Alastor managed to pull himself together after several hours of self isolation. After his heart stopped racing, after his hands stopped feeling phantom skin beneath them, he calmed his smile and went about his day.

When night returned, he couldn't help but stare into the forest domain. He wanted so badly to bring you to himself, but that want was terrifying. It was overpowering him, and he couldn't accept that.

Another night left, another day passed. Husk found Alastor's cruelty to be growing, his patience giving out at the smallest perceived slight. Angel stopped engaging entirely. Charlie found herself wanting to approach him, find out why it seemed his hair was always standing on end, his eyes sharp. But, she didn't. She couldn't. Alastor would pass through the halls like a raging specter. He wouldn't slow or acknowledge anyone.

He managed a week. Satisfied with his resolve, he waited for when night fell and he was sure you'd be deep asleep, yanked your soul from your body and into him. He felt rabid, like he his brain was catching fire. Finally when you materialized before him, he grabbed your face with his hand.

"My doe?"

Just like before, you stirred, and your hands immediately went for his hair. He pulled back, "Are you awake?"

"Am I dreaming? Alastor?" You looked drunk, mind struggling to process the change in scenery. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he hovered above you, and you pulled him into a kiss. He happily returned it, hands quick to untie the robe you had taken as your own. He wasted now time in getting himself unsheathed and lined up with you, before he could enter you reached out to him, "I wanted to say--- thank you. I don't know if I'll ever really see you again."

The realization made his blood run cold. His mother's stories flooded back to him. It takes training, and time, to remember the travels of the wandering soul.

"You don't have to say anything." Alastor thrust into you, your body tense but not as resistant as before. When he was finally enveloped in you, he could feel himself calm. He didn't feel any need to be gentle this time around. He immediately set a bruising pace, digging his nails into the soft flesh of your ass as he forced your hips to meet his with every thrust. You gasped beneath him, eyes wandering up to the sky just past his head. He'd bring you to climax, wanting to drink in your expression, and to his horror as you choked out his name you were spirited away from him again.

Everyone on the floor heard Alastor's rampage. When Angel ran to get Charlie and Vaggie, they were scared to knock. With a steadying breath Charlie rapped the door, "Al? You okay in there?"

Suddenly, silence.

The door whipped open, Alastor smiling with half lidded eyes, "Why of course. What ever made you think otherwise?"

"The fuckin' sounds of carnage, maybe?" Angel looked past Alastor. The sofa shredded, coffee table in pieces. The wallpaper had been ripped down and torn to shreds. Charlie noticed the dirt under his nails, but Alastor coolly pulled his hands behind his back.

"Can I do something for you?" His tone was cold.

"I guess not, Al...," Charlie took in the damage, "Did something happen?"

Alastor smiled wider, "No," and closed the door. No one saw him the following day, which wasn't entirely unusual but it was weighing on Charlie. When Alastor finally appeared and announced he was going to Cannibal Town, she was elated. A chat with Rosie would surely bring him back to himself.

"I don't see the problem. You've got her soul, you can summon her to you, and you get a little," She searched for the word, "relief. Why do you look so pained, old friend?"

"You know better than most I have no interest in chasing women, Rosie."

"Yet..." She cocked her brow.

"It isn't about the release. I don't particularly need that. I never have." He huffed, the conversation already exhausting him, "When I would kill someone, I was God. Their life was in my hands. I took that power from them."

Rosie clicked her tongue, "And when she's in your hands?" Alastor hunched over his black coffee before remembering himself and straightening his back. "I've never seen you like this before, hun. You've got it bad, huh?"

"Personal connections like this, Rosie, are dangerous. I lost my self restraint entirely. It's a weakness." He fought to regain his smile, never knowing who could be passing by.

She tutted him, "Oh no, that's where you're wrong. The difference between a strong man and an unstoppable man is having something to care about." Rosie leaned over and set her hand on top of his, "Imagine you walked into Val's studio right now and found her like you did a couple months ago. How would you react?"

His stomach wretched forward, if he saw you today, hanging from the ceiling? The stench of Valentino's cigarette smoke clinging to your hair, the marks where his hands had made contact with you? His hand under her's tightened, claws leaving marks into the wooden tabletop. "Do you feel weak right now, Alastor?" The hair on his ears was standing straight up, his now black eyes met hers, "You sure don't look it."

He’d remembered hearing something similar before from Vaggie. Could it be true? It was a precarious ladder. If he let himself be close to someone, then the person is in turn close to him, then that person knows him intimately, and then— they are a walking soft spot. Someone could take them and torture them for information. Or, hurt them to hurt him.

But, who would dare? A fire rose in chest at the thought. What was the point of power if he couldn’t have what he wanted? If he had to answer to others about his desires? To pursue strength and status was what he wanted but if that strength didn’t afford him freedom than what good was it, really?

"I say, not that you asked," Rosie smiled and withdrew her hand, "Could be nice to have a little company now and then. Plus, better than waiting 60 years or something for her to just die." She shrugged, "Now, eat. You look like a shit."

Rosie had a point, while your existence was fragile, it was still available to him.

For awhile, he would call you nightly. Alastor would fuck you into the grass, beneath the trees, under the stars. He learned your orgasm would wake you, and he would draw it out as long as he could. He'd edge you for hours, watching you sob for your release. Slowly, your consciousness became more and more solid during your meetings.

To his relief, his hunger for your presence calmed over time. He could handle a week or even two without sharing your company, and he noticed each time you seemed to recognize him more. You'd participate more, moan louder, scream his name and squirm from the pleasure. He relished trapping you underneath his wide shoulders, pulling you onto his lap as he fucked up into you.

He wasn't fond of the few times he summoned you and you were already wet, or smelling of cologne. He'd tease, "Lonely?" and when he'd fuck his back cum into you before helping you chase your own orgasm, he'd remind you, "You're mine, little doe. No one can replace me." And he'd feel his chest swell. Others had your body for the night, but your soul was his forever. With every meeting, he felt more like himself. And the nights you were screaming his name in the forest, and his horns were looming over you as he marked you over and over as his, he felt powerful.

Some nights, he'd call you to him to just let you rest. He'd enjoy a book, or some jazz over a meal, while you lied quietly in his bed.

The days he pulled you into hell and your hair smelled of the trees, of sweat and dirt, he would be gentler. He could feel the ache in your muscles, the tan on your cheeks, and sent you back.

One such night came, where he of course took your chains in his hand and tugged. But this time, when you arrived, your face was painted with anger. You were asleep still, and even when he whispered to you, you didn't wake. You were having a nightmare, from what he could tell. He took you to his bed, and let you settle.

You stayed there until waking up again in your bed.

And every night that week, he'd bring you to his bed and go about his tasks while you fought some demons in your head. He'd never seen you have a nightmare, and began to wonder if something was happening in the overworld.

Alastor was enjoying a deer carcass in his room, humming softly to himself, when a green light erupted on the floor.

He was well aware it wasn't night anymore, and that he hadn't brought you here. With a soft smile, he left his meal and approached the light. Slowly, your body rose from the darkness there. Not just your soul.

When you looked up at him, a smile on your lips and two small doe ears on your head, he grinned, "Did you miss me terribly, my little doe?" He offered you a hand up, "Welcome home.”

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[selarina]

The phone rings. Once. Twice. Thrice… and Gojo Satoru found himself contemplating hanging up, yet just as the thought formed, you answered, on the sixth ring.

"Hello," your voice emerged painfully neutral.

He couldn’t tell if now’s a good time. He hears some background music, akin to the subdued chatter of a small crowd, as though you were in a café of some sort. He thinks, no— he knows this a bad idea, but the words tumble out of his mouth anyway. “Hey, it’s me Gojo Satoru.”

"Yes, I know, Satoru," you replied with tint of slight irritation

You didn’t delete his number. At least this is a hopeful start.

“Happy birthday,” he said. “I know I'm a few hours late. I'm sorry.”

"Thanks... you don't have to apologise," you replied, your tone truly void of any accusation. Right, he thinks, it’s not his place.

“I know, but I still feel sorry,” he confesses. “I feel bad.”

“Okay,” you respond flatly, and there’s a pause that extends into almost a minute of full silence before you speak up again, “Is that what you called me for? To wish me?”

“Yes,” he says.

“Okay,” you say, letting a pause mull over you. “I’ll get going then. It was nice talking to you.” you say.

“I— I forgot your birthday. I only remembered it a few minutes before,” he adds, his words flowing out a bit hastily just in case you cut the call on him,l. It would pull the plug on him forever, leaving him breathing heavy and heavy until he’s left alone to drift away in the dark.

"Uh, okay," you responded, sounding confused.

"I mean, I hated that," he continued, his words flowing in an anxious succession. "I hated seeing you become this... this person I used to know. Whose birthday I couldn't even remember. I used to be the first to wish you, every day for years. Do you remember that?” he asks. “I miss that."

“Yeah, I remember," you murmur softly. You remember it. But in your recollection, what emotions dwell? Do you remember it with a sense of fondness? Do you remember it with sadness? Or did you remember it as a cautionary tale? He couldn’t tell.

“I miss that,” he repeats because his words are limited and he’s scared of saying anything more but he’s more scared of saying nothing ever again.

A beat passes by, and he stays still in his seat, holding his breath for nothing in particular.

“Me too,” your voice comes out. It doesn’t sound like a confession, it’s the one thing he liked about you — how your confessions came out of your mouth like indisputable facts. I like your smile. I like your eyes. I like you. I love you. These sentences didn’t seem like a confession; you would say it and he would know for it to be as true as the moon in the sky.

He smiles, “How did you celebrate?”

You sighed, "Not much. Dinner with the family, drinks with some friends, and now I'm heading back home."

"It's only 11 pm," he chuckled, as though he wouldn't be in bed by 9 himself.

“Yeah," you chuckled in return. "Guess some things have changed."

“Not really, you were still a bit of a grandma back then,” he teased.

“I was not!” you protested. You were not.

"There's no shame in that," he reassured, well loving and accepting of your homebody nature.

“There’s an hour left,” you say all too suddenly, interjecting him into a pause.

“An hour?" he spoke up, puzzled.

"Of my birthday," you clarified.

"Right," he responded, uncertain where this was leading.

“Well, you can always make it up to me.”

“Make what up?” he asked.

“Not wishing me,” you specified. “There's still another hour left.”

A smile crept onto Gojo's face, and he was already reaching for his car keys as swiftly as your words had emerged from your lips.

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[breannasfluff]

Do you ever feel the urge to just delete something you've written? Because you suddenly feel embarrassed about it? Or because no one would care anyway?

Oh boy anon, do I have a meme for you

I think everyone feels like this after posting. Even things that I think people will like, I still get nervous. Content out of my wheelhouse? New AUs? Oh yeah, I worry I’ll be the only one interested.

Things that help: friends! Writing friends, tumblr friends, discord, etc. I have some people I know I can rely on to cheer me on and even if something doesn’t do well, as long as one person likes it that’s what matters. Of course, the dream is that lots of people like it haha.

If you are missing this…see if you can build it? Comment on the works of authors you like. Chat in reblogs. Ask them questions about their writing process or tips. I did a bunch of that when I was learning and everyone had something different to share. I also met some really cool authors!

Usually, authors loooooove to talk about their work. I am no exception, haha. We put a lot of time, effort, and thought into stories and get very attached! It’s also why lack of response can be hard. Art is like that. We put ourselves out there and it’s daunting!

Improving writing skills is hard work, but does help. You can’t get better if you don’t write. A little while I ago I shared some lines from old things I wrote and they are SO cringy and bad. At the time I thought I was a literary genius.

If you worry about writing something original, try doing a fan work drabble of someone’s character if they are okay with it! Or, if this is LU, do a little scene with the boys. Make the reader care just as much as you do 💜

I hope it helps and good luck!!

#asks #writing #writing advice #writing tips #fanfiction

[aestherin]

privacy

34: one mistake

When did it all start?

Ah, it was when he first heard your singing voice during eleventh grade.

It was the during the time of the day when most students would flock to the cafeteria, rushing to eat their fill after half a day's worth of academic torture. Even before then, he already disliked crowded and hectic places. And so, he went the opposite direction of everyone.

Turns out he wasn't the only one with that idea.

The sweet and enchanting voice of a nightingale was what welcomed him the moment he arrived at the school's courtyard. Not rushing to eat lunch just to hear this was worth it, he concluded.

He didn't even know your name at the time, for you two were not in the same class. And when you turned around — good lord.

Your face was beautiful, but it wasn't familiar at all. It was odd, how this was the first time he saw you. He thought for sure that with an appearance like that, if he had ever met you prior, he wouldn't be able to forget you.

Was the school really that big for you two to miss each other every single time?

"Oh. A person. Uhm, hi?"

Fuck. Even your speaking voice was attractive.

Kunikuzushi was damned.

And he has been, for many years. Even up until now.

The present him looked up at nowhere, quietly laughing at himself.

How pathetic.

'You've liked her since you were still students, and you still haven't got the guts to even confess.'

'You're both famous people now, hundreds of thousands of people — maybe even millions — wanting the two of you... yet you're still stuck simply being her friend.'

Boy best friend, he argued with himself. But Scaramouche himself also did not know if that was better or worse.

"I have arrived," he heard a smooth voice. Kunikuzushi instictively frowned. This? This was the voice of the man you fell for?

He almost rolled his eyes. He could do better than this guy in front of him. He bets Ayato couldn't even sing.

"Sit."

Ayato looked around the area but found no chairs. "Where?" All he could see was cemented grounds, ramps, and curves. Why did they have to meet at a deserted skateboarding area anyway?

Scaramouche smirked. "Ah, sorry. I forgot you're a rich boy. We can't have you sitting on the dirty floor now, could we?"

It was as if a tick mark appeared on the taller man's head. Feigning a smile, he breathed, "Did you ask to meet me just to insult me, bastard?"

"Wow. Was it that obvious?"

"No, not really."

"I'm just getting back at you."

"Pardon? I don't even know you, aside from you being a celebrity. This is the first time we've met and suddenly you say you're getting back at me?"

"Shut the fuck up. You insulted me first."

"Hah?"

"You getting together with [Name] so easily was the biggest insult I've ever received in my entire existence."

Oh.

Now, Ayato was no idiot. Of course, he immediately realized the underlying message of Scaramouche's statement. Was that why this man called for him? Did he receive news of their so-called 'break-up' and was now planning to tell him that he's going to pursue you now that you're not in a relationship anymore?

Ayato's eyes followed Scaramouche as he stood up from the metal rail he was previously sitting on. Meanwhile, the shorter one looked and turned away, seemingly looking at a distance.

"I knew it was all fake, by the way," he started. "She accidentally tweeted about it on her private account, and I got to see it before she deleted it."

"Since when?"

"That was even before your drama was released."

"That was a long time ago. You knew yet did nothing?"

Ayato was confused. If Scara had feelings for you, why didn't he act on it even after he found out that the thing you had for him was all a fraud? It was not something that he could comprehend.

Not with his way of thinking.

Kunikuzushi, on the other hand, begged to differ. He believed himself to have done the right thing.

He has already kept his affection for you to himself for several years, surely a few weeks, months more wouldn't be that big of a deal, right?

And so he stayed. Stayed observing, kept contemplating — remained being just a friend.

"Of course, the thought of having her for myself crossed my mind at that moment..." He smiled fondly. "...but I still didn't go with it."

He suddenly turned around, not giving Ayato the opportunity to retort.

"Because despite the fact that it wasn't real —"

Scaramouche sighed.

"— even the archons know how in love she was with you."

That left him speechless. For a seemingly inconsiderate and rough guy to say those words...

How can he remain calm? Another person who has romantic feelings for you just told him about your sincerest sentiments for him.

"Why are you —"

Ayato cut himself off with a forced gag.

"What the fuck?" He glared at the man who just punched his gut. He unconsciously hovered his arm over the pained area; though it wasn't too powerful, the sheer unexpectedness of the punch was enough to make it sting.

"Just because she loves you doesn't mean you get a pass. My anger won't vanish quickly, airhead."

Airhead?

Did... did he just insult me?

Me?

Yours truly?

This made Ayato raise a brow. "Oh?"

"Why not punch me in the face then? Scared?" Ayato challenged with a devious grin.

A sarcastic laugh was not what he was expecting in return.

"Are you dumb? With my strength, I am more than capable of landing a punch on your face that would take more than weeks to recover," Scaramouche smirked. "What if [Name] sees it? And her, being the angelic being she is, would ask you about it. Then you, being the conniving blabbermouth that you are, would tell her my name."

The fuck?

"She would be mad at me. That's the least thing I'd ever want."

"So that's why you punched me in an area that isn't visible."

"Precisely."

Ayato made a face. After a while, he attempted to get back at the other man with a punch too, but failed miserably. "Oh? Why are you hitting me back?"

"What kind of question even is that?"

"I thought you knew you deserved that punch in the gut," Kunikuzushi stated in a matter-of-fact tone, both hands inside his pockets. To Ayato, it seemed like the man in front of him was bigger than him at the moment. He was sneering down at him.

"You hurt her. So I punched you."

Yeah, I really did.

Backing down and lacking argument, he opted to just sit down on one of the skateboarding ramps. "Remind me why we had to meet here out of all places again?"

"This place..." Scaramouche followed his actions, sitting on the ramp opposite of him. "This place is special to me and [Name]. I used to skateboard often when I was still a student."

"She would always come to me with drinks and snacks in hand. Then, unofficially, this became our weekend hangout spot."

"So, you've liked her since... you were students?"

Kunikuzushi hummed.

"How come you've never told her in that whole time?"

"I'm a coward," he chuckled. "I didn't want to lose what we have. I was afraid that we would stray apart from each other once I do."

Ayato could do nothing but smile sympathetically. "I bet you wrote songs about her."

"Albums," Scaramouche corrected him.

"Damn."

"Yeah. Damn." Ayato felt the return of an intense glare. "I wrote entire albums for her then you had the audacity to hurt [Name] enough for her to end your relationship despite being deeply enamored with you? Wow. Tsk, tsk. Talk about a big jerk."

"I'm aware," he sighed. "Now, can you stop with that? Unless you really only called me out here to make me realize how much I messed up — which let's be honest I really did, and I honestly deserve every single shit you throw at me, but —"

"Glad to know that you know."

Ayato frowned.

He sensed a shift in Scaramouche's mood. He assumed the other was getting serious now. "I called you here because I want you to fix this mess... and to ask you a favor —"

"— I'm leaving [Name] in your care."

"..."

"However," The man pointed at him. "One mistake, Kamisato. One mistake and I'll make sure she'd want to spend her lifetime with me instead."

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[jupitercomet]

The Grow Apart

summary - Jake broke your heart when he left you behind. All that remained of him were the memories of when you were in love—and the phone number he never picks up. Now he's back, ready to claim his title. And you think that that's all he wants, that he's completely forgotten about everything you were together, until he tries to fight for you too. But, this time, will you finally be worth more to him than the glory?

warnings - DARK THEMES, boxer au, violence, language, mentions of drinking, mentions of suggestive themes, my limited knowledge of boxing, no use of y/n, Jake is 6'5" because I said so, I recommend that you read the orange butterfly before this chapter

this blog is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 4.4k

one new voicemail masterlist

You’d never been the most tech savvy person, you know that.

You understand the basic functions of your laptop and definitely aren’t hopeless. No one would ever call you technology deficient. But your knowledge ends with the essentials. 

So when you overheard one of your coworker’s talking about the way she learned to delete her voicemails, you didn’t exactly question it.

“You just have to press *67 as soon as you’re finished and it’ll delete it. It’ll make it look like you never called.”

It didn’t seem like vital information at the time, but nights later, as you were sitting on your couch slightly drunk, watching The Fox and the Hound, it suddenly became much more useful. Unable to stop yourself, you called Jake that night, leaving a brief and somewhat tearful voicemail before typing out *67 and hanging up.

Admittedly, you were a little weary of your coworker’s tip—maybe you’d watched too many TV episode plots that revolved around tracking down someone to delete a voicemail off their phone. But you woke up the next morning with no questioning text from Jake. When a week had gone by and he still hadn’t reached out, you testingly left another voicemail.

You don’t entirely know when they became such an integral part of your daily routine, almost a voice diary you found yourself using on every walk home after work. But it became a comfort, a way for you to talk through your grievances with someone you used to think cared about them. It got so lonely in San Diego, it was nice to have someone to talk to.

You could talk about whatever you needed to and then delete it, without ever having to worry about Jake answering his phone either. Back when you were still dating, you learned that Jake had two phones—only keeping his older one in case people too far back in his past to have his new number ever tried to reach him. In the entire year you’d been together, no one but a telemarketer had called it and it stayed untouched in a drawer.

So you could cling to the first man you’d ever loved, like you wanted, and Jake could forget you ever existed, like he wanted. It was a win win.

“Hi, Jake. It’s me again— I feel like I don’t have to keep introducing myself, sorry. Today was pretty good. I got a lot of tips, so I think I’m finally gonna get new shoes. Even customers started noticing, it was really embarrassing. 

I see my therapist tomorrow. She wants to talk about you, which I’m kinda nervous for, but it’ll probably be good for me. She’s been really helpful actually and she’s really nice when we work though stuff… I don’t know, I like to think you’d be proud of me for that.

I’m pretty sure it’s, like, 8:30 in Texas, so you’re probably at the gym right now. Unless you’re not— Sorry, I shouldn’t assume. But, um, what else?

Oh! I saw a dog that looked like Harley today. It was walking past the window at the diner with a cute bandana and I got a little excited... I miss him. I miss—

Anyway, I’m rambling so I’ll probably hang up now, but, um, I hope you had a good day. Bye, Jake.”

Jake’s fingers tighten around his phone, his knuckles white as your voice cuts off in his headphones. He has to force himself to loosen his grip on his phone out of fear of breaking it, the old iPhone 6 was hardly durable as it is. Jake squeezes his eyes shut.

He can still hear you in his head, your quiet voice, your soft breaths. He hates it. When he goes home, he’ll screen record your message so he can keep his voicemail box empty for you.

In truth, Jake had discovered your voicemails entirely by accident. Moving back to Texas eradicated his need for his second phone since he was now close enough that any friend or family who didn’t have his new number could probably just walk to his condo if they needed something. He’d completely forgotten about the phone for months until Javy’s sister said she was looking for an older phone to give to her son as he started 8th grade.

It took him hours to find, but when he did, the last thing he was expecting was notifications for no less than 10 missed calls and voicemails. Jake was even more surprised when he realized they were all from you. He listened to every one of them, as you talked through the highlights of your day. And the lowlights. For a moment, Jake could almost pretend you were still together.

But you weren’t talking to him—you were talking to the idea of him. Because that’s all you had. That’s all he left you. 

Jake must have stayed up all night playing your voicemails over and over again.

The logical part of him, the part he usually listened to, told him to forget about it. He should just put the phone back where he found it, and let you reach the voicemail limit, and never think about it again. The logical part of him told him that clearly even you didn’t want him to listen to them and why would he want to listen to him anyway? Jake Seresin doesn’t get hung up on his ex.

And Jake suddenly carrying his old phone everywhere with him and recording every voicemail so he could still listen to them while keeping his mailbox empty was Jake not being hung up on you.

He’s allowed to still think about you, to still care about you. And that didn’t mean he regretted breaking up with you. Just because he always felt lonely, and started letting Harley sleep on the bed with him which he had never allowed before, and found himself wanting to pick up your call if only just to hear your voice in real time, didn’t mean he regretted it. It didn’t mean he thought it was the stupidest decision he ever made. And it wasn’t the reason he was so ready to move back to California.

“Dude.” Javy’s voice breaks him from his reverie, and Jake turns to see his best friend giving him an unimpressed look. “You’re the one who said you wanted to go to the gym tonight.”

Jake tries to shake you from his head, sliding his old iPhone 6 discreetly into his gym bag. “Sorry. I was changing my music.”

He knows Javy doesn’t believe him, the other man just crossing his arms without a word. He has that look on his face, the one Jake sees quite frequently now, the look of wanting to step in but being hesitant to push him. Jake hates that look more than your voicemails. 

“Dude… If you wanna talk about something—”

Jake rolls his eyes with a scoff.

“Don’t do that,” Javy points an accusing finger at him. “You’re doing that thing you do where you get mad at people for caring about you.”

“To get mad at you would require caring in the first place,” Jake walks away from his bag with a snippy tone.

Because Jake doesn’t care.

“I don’t know, I’d like to think you’d be proud of me for that.”

Jake doesn’t care that he is proud of you. He doesn’t care that it feels like a knife through the heart every time he realizes that he is now something you have to work through, that the pain he caused you is something you have to learn to let go of.

“I miss him. I miss—”

Jake doesn’t care that you miss him. It doesn’t rip him apart that maybe you don’t. It’s not like he has dreams where he’s with you, where he’s telling you that he’s sorry and that he loves you. He doesn’t wake up in a cold sweat, shaky fingers swiping through his phone before he plays one of your voicemails because your voice is the only thing that calms him down. He doesn’t do any of that because doing that would require him caring. 

And Jake doesn’t care.

“Hey, Harley.” You give the dog a scratch behind his ears as he greets you excitedly, stubby tail thumping against your legs.

Harley prances after you as you walk further into the house, hanging up your jacket and dropping your purse on a chair like shedding those items will be enough to shake off the day. It’s not, you still feel drained, and you hope that Jake’s up for something from Charlotte’s tonight.

“Angel? That you?” 

Jake’s voice drifts from the living room and you start heading in that direction. You’re mildly surprised he’s home at all, he spends most of his time at Maverick’s and you usually don’t see him until much later in the night. But it’s only 6:30 and he’s looking through his laptop as he sits on the couch.

“Sorry,” you move to sit next to him on the couch, the cushion in the middle feels like feet between you but you’re not quite courageous enough to move any closer. “I didn’t know you were home. I thought you’d be back later.”

Jake nods offhandedly, continuing to scroll through whatever is on his laptop. You hardly take offense to it, though no one would guess Jake is weirdly responsible and it’s a very real possibility he’s filing away things for your taxes or something. Instead, you pull out your phone, reveling in the quiet for a moment.

Though working at Knockouts paid the bills, it was by no means your dream job. It was loud and customers could be cruel and almost all your coworkers were looking for other work—or, at the very least, didn’t plan to stay there forever. Jake promised you that once his boxing career took off, you wouldn’t have to work there anymore. You could go back to school, and get your masters in English like you always wanted to.

That hasn’t happened yet though. And you can tell it frustrates Jake every time you come to his house exhausted or on the verge of tears that he’s still waiting for some big break to be able to provide for you. But you always try to assure him that it isn’t his job, that eventually he’ll find his footing and everything will be okay. You’ve gotten better at hiding the bad days from him.

In fairness, it seems like he has too. These past couple days he’s been scarce—more than usual—this is the first time in a long time that he’s been home before you’ve fallen asleep. You know he’s taking things more seriously at the gym, training more, winning more. He’s also going out partying with Javy a lot more too, it only stings a little that he doesn’t invite you. 

It’s not like he hasn’t always been doing this, but something about this time around feels different. Like, this time, he knows something that you don’t. 

“I think we should break up.”

Your phone falls from your hand and into your lap. “What?”

“I think we should break up,” Jake repeats, reaffirming that his words weren’t something you’d misheard. That they weren’t some nightmare you’re having while awake.

“I… I don’t— Why?” You swallow thickly, your chest feeling heavy as you try to understand what feels like a blindside on Jake’s part. 

Jake sighs, looking up from his laptop. “Mav told me there’s a guy back in Texas that’s looking for fighters. The fighting scene isn’t as competitive there. This would be my shot.”

“You think we should break up because you want to move back to Texas?”

You don’t understand how Jake can be so nonchalant about this. Maybe he thinks you wouldn’t want to go with him? But you would. You would go with him. You weren’t loyal to San Diego. Hell, you weren’t even loyal to California. It would take you a bit of time of course, you’d have to put in your two week notice and figure out how to sell your apartment—

“It’s huge for me, you know?” Though he sounds excited, he’s looking at you with an unreadable expression. “And we really aren’t serious enough for long distance to make sense—”

Oh.

There was a part of you that was always a little wary of Jake. Of the guy you met at a bar, who called you “angel” before he called you your name. And maybe this was why. Because guys like that didn’t do serious relationships. But Jake had been loyal and yours for so long that you thought that, maybe, it was okay. Maybe it was okay to trust him. All squares are rectangles but not all rectangles are squares.

You clear your throat, biting down on your lip harshly. “Right, um, that makes sense…”

There’s a flash of something in Jake’s eyes—maybe hurt—but it’s gone before you can know for sure. “I’ve been thinking about this for a bit and I just think it makes the most sense.” He laughs suddenly, but you can’t seem to find the joy in it like you used to. “It’s not like you were planning to spend the rest of your life with some underground boxer.”

You were, but it feels childish to admit now. Like Jake was just some fantasy and you’ve reached the end to find no happily ever after. You swallow thickly.

“I mean, this is a really big opportunity for you.” You’re grateful Harley is playing in the backyard, because he’d have certainly called you out on your clear distress if he were here. “So, you should do what you think is best.”

It’s silent for a moment as Jake stares at you, and you wish he would just say something. Because you don’t know what he’s thinking and you don’t know what he wants you to say. You’ll say it, whatever it is. You don’t know what he wants from you. 

Jake wets his lips. “And we— I mean… We can still be friends.”

You knew what that meant. He’d never talk to you again. You’d no longer be there for him when he just didn’t want to be alone. You’d no longer be the first person he thought of when he caught a trailer for a new movie that looked good. You wouldn’t speak to him for years and years and then suddenly, out of the blue, you’d get a pity invite to his wedding to some Russian super model and all he’d introduce you as is someone he knew from college. Because that’s the kind of “friends” exes became.

“Right,” you force a smile. This time, not even Jake could make you believe him. “I’m— I’m okay with that.”

It wasn’t until months later, when you were wine drunk watching The Fox and the Hound, that you finally admitted it out loud. “Hey, Jake. I, um, I lied. When I said I was okay with you leaving, I lied. I’m not okay. I’m really, really not okay…”

The soft scent of floral notes fill your lungs as light mist lands on your skin. You take a deep breath, looking up at the fluttering butterflies moving in the air above you. It calms you, how silent butterflies are, like they’re the only creatures that don’t intrude on your space. Silent, and soft, and beautiful.

Dr. Elsher’s words ring in your head as you walk your feet through the familiar turns of the butterfly pavilion. The two of you had been talking about Jake for the last couple sessions, working through what he meant to you and what he made you feel about yourself. It was painful, you won’t pretend that it wasn’t, but it helped. You’d even stopped leaving Jake voicemails every day. 

It wasn’t a lot, you know that. But it was something. It wasn’t that you stopped loving Jake, or missing him, or wanting him, you just didn’t need him. You could live without him. Because you had other things—or, at least, you’re working on that. For now, you have butterflies.

For a moment, you think about leaving Jake a voicemail, but you shake it off. Not today. Today is about you and your happiness and the fact that you can live without Jake.

“And that’s important,” Dr. Elsher gives you a knowing look. “That you look at it as living. Up until now, you’ve been surviving. I want you to know that you can live whether or not you have Jake, or your parents, or anyone else.”

A blue butterfly flies in front of you and your shoes stop on the concrete to watch it for a moment. It lands on a peony growing near you, its wings spread to show off their iridescent shimmer. Your fingers brush against the edge of your phone case in your back pocket, but you stop yourself. Though you can’t explain it, you decide not to take a picture of the butterfly. Instead you just watch it until it flies away.

The bench you always sit at is just behind the flower bush in front of you and your shoes start moving against the concrete again. Dr. Elsher had recommended you try journaling for a bit and you figured this would be the nicest place to do it—sitting at your bench, in the quiet, surrounded by butterflies.

Your breath feels like it was ripped from your lungs when you finally move past the flower bush.

“Jake?”

The blond’s head turns at the sound of your voice, confirming his identity. He looks equally as shocked and he hops up from the bench quickly. “Hey…” He swallows.

You stare at him. He’s bigger now, muscles more toned and firm. He looks taller, if that were even possible, and you have to crane your neck a bit just to look at him. He’s still Jake though. He’s just a bigger Jake with slightly longer hair and… softer eyes. He’s Jake all the same.

“You’re, um, you’re back,” your voice is small and you wet your lips out of habit. “I thought you were in Texas.”

Jake scratches the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle. So unlike the Jake you know, he seems nervous and for a fleeting second panic fills you. Has he been getting your voicemails? “Yeah, I just moved back. It’s— It’s nice to see you though. It’s been a while, huh?”

A year and a half. That’s how long it’s been. One year, six months, and eleven days.

“Yeah.”

When you say nothing more, Jake clears his throat. “Well, I should go. I mean, I know this is your spot and— I was just—” He stops himself, his expression morphing into one that almost looks like he’s disappointed in himself. “You know what? Doesn’t matter. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around.”

With a strained smile, Jake brushes past you, heading towards the exit as he runs a hand through his hair. He seems anxious, fidgeting with himself as he leaves. You can’t stop staring at him.

Jake doesn’t spare you another glance before he’s gone.

Jake feels like he’s going to get a headache from how loud the music is, the flashing lights making his eyes squint. California feels different compared to Texas, but not by much. Alcohol is still alcohol after all. 

Not that Jake’s having that good of a time due to that fact. The amount of bodies packed into this club has him more irritated than anything and even the alarming amount of shots he’s been taking doesn’t seem to help. He’s just annoyed. Javy’s been pushing him in the gym, critiquing every mistake and making him practice punch combinations again, and again, and again. And there’s no reason for it either because, while Jake thought he was just competing with Rooster for good fights, he came to learn that some other up-and-comer has carved out his place in Mav’s lineup and now Jake has to sit back and watch the Grim Reaper take fights that should’ve been his.

It feels like the beginning of his career all over again, except this time he knows he deserves better fights. He’s stronger now, he knows how to put on a show, and if he just stayed in Texas he could be fighting whoever he wanted. If he just stayed in Texas a lot of things would be simpler.

Throwing back one final shot, Jake gets up. At this point, he might as well stop moping around and do something that’s actually going to make him feel better. There’s a buzz in his head that has the ability to take his mind off things if he focuses on it and what looks to be a bachelorette party has just made its way to the dance floor. Despite how in his own head he’s been, he isn’t stupid enough to remain oblivious to the redhead that’s been eyeing him since she got here.

With confident strides, he makes his way over to where she’s dancing with a few friends, gaze locked on the carefree swaying of her hips. She moves to make another glance at him, but she seems to have not realized that he’s already spotted her as her eyes widen slightly when she sees he’s coming closer. Whispering something quickly to her friends, she pulls herself away from the group.

Jake watches the way her chest rises and falls, taking in oxygen deeply with how much she’s been dancing. Sweat pools at the dips in her collarbones—something Jake can see because of her low cut top—making her skin look like it’s shimmering under the neon lights. She looks up at him through long, innocent lashes, biting her lip shyly.

Like it always is, the way he speaks to her is a blur. He says something to make her giggle and she steps closer to him under the guise of wanting to hear him better. She tells him her name and he forgets it and he pretends to be interested in what she’s doing in the city. One thing leads to another and then she’s grabbing his hand, leading him away with that same giggle, and then he’s pressing her against the wall in some dark hall before he inevitably takes her home like he always does.

Jake ignores the somewhat queasy feeling in his stomach, chalking it up to one too many shots, and lets his hands fall to her hips. Her head tilts up just slightly, an invitation to kiss her, and Jake can see the pink lip gloss that’s reflecting off her parted lips. 

The lights from the club travel over them occasionally, illuminating the scene enough for Jake to catch details about this woman, like the freckles peppering her shoulders and the glitter she’s smeared on her eyelids. But Jake never usually takes the time to notice these things, not when they truly and utterly don’t matter, he hardly ever gets with these women just to look at them.

When he finally dips down to kiss her, the lights pass over them again, right before her eyes can fully flutter closed. Jake jerks his head back.

“What?”

Jake knows the woman is looking at him in confusion, but he can’t bring himself to care. Instead he shoves his palms into his eyes, trying to erase the clear effects of alcohol he’s experiencing like he’s trying to wake up from a dream. Because this woman doesn’t have your eyes.

He sucks in a shaky breath, letting his hands fall. The lights pass over them again. The woman looks heavy with concern. But she has your eyes and your perfect nose and Jake feels like he’s going crazy because she’s not you.

She’s not you.

And he was going to kiss her.

Jake feels sick. He takes a step back from the woman, eyes darting all over the club as he tries to collect his thoughts. He knows that running into you had thrown him, he hadn’t been expecting to see you, not so soon and not when he still didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t been expecting to be so grateful though, like seeing you suddenly made everything feel right again, like he didn’t know how much he needed it until it finally happened.

He saw you at the butterfly pavilion and had to stop his heart from skipping beats because he had never truly realized just how right he’d been when you were together. You are an angel. 

And Jake always thought poetry was stupid, but now he wishes he paid more attention when excitedly you spoke to him about your literature classes in college because no words seem sufficient to describe what it felt like to lay eyes on you again. Beautiful didn’t even hold a candle—ethereal maybe? He felt like a lovesick idiot.

And here he is trying to kiss another girl that isn’t you.

“Are you okay?” A delicate hand weighs down on his shoulder but it feels like it’s 1000 pounds.

Jake flinches away from the woman’s grip, only able to shake his head. The alcohol is catching up to him now, as is the realization that this entire time he’s been doing everything he can to forget you and he’s finally reached his limit. He can’t forget you because he doesn’t want to.

He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want to find women that only like the idea of him and who he only likes the idea of too. He only ever wanted them because he can’t have you.

“I have to go.” Jake says finally. He doesn’t want this. “I have to— I should go.”

He’s walking away before the woman can even say anything, shouldering his way past people to get out of the stuffy club. His ears are ringing and it feels like all he can see are flashes of you. Jake knows that he should go home, sleep off the alcohol and the memory of you so guarded at the butterfly pavilion. At the very least, he should call Javy so that he isn’t alone

Instead he stumbles his way to Mav’s with the plan to hit a punching bag until he physically can’t anymore.

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[miyaur]

𝄞 — thoma (gn reader) — ❝ i'll treat you like royalty ❞

summary: single, hardworking, thoma whose a father of a cute little girl you just happen to babysit! he ends up falling for you, finally seeing how much you care for his daughter, and his wellbeing, but he starts to have certain "dreams" about you at the same time that he wants to make reality.

a/n: d-d-d-dilf thoma... just hear me out okay... i seen so many headcannons for thoma as a father, anyways d/n is daughter name!! edit: i accidently deleted my progress again while playing valorant ❤️

warnings: nsfw, slight and i mean the slightest amount of dacryphilia if u squint hard enough, thoma 😍😍, dom!thoma, sub!reader, masturbation, idk sex??

dilf!thoma is overloaded with work at the office he works at, so he hired you! to take care of his daughter. only being able to come back late at night, he does miss his father-daughter bonding time with her :(

thoma comes hope to a sleeping child and a dozed off you too! coming over almost everyday to take care of such a little gremlin does tire you out </3 he takes (d/n) to bed, and you to sleep on the couch beside his bed, he'd be a monster to let you sleep outside!

now that you and him have talked a little more, getting to know each other, what's going at home, etc. he feels a bit closer everytime you come over, and when you talk to him. feels like home, yk?

thoma felt like he started to gain feelings for you, and not just a "that's a good person" feeling, but romantic. you made him feel like he finally had a place in this world. so much so, he started having dreams about you

those empty, sleepless nights, his mind will find a way to always wander back to you. you definitely would make a splendid partner, you're a great babysitter to (d/n), you were perfect. whenever you say his name, it does something to him

on those nights where you sleep over at his home after a long day of taking care of (d/n), of course you take the couch in thoma's room. while you sleep, thoma has an impossible time trying to doze off. the only thing on his mind is you, but not in a fluffy way.

the many wet dreams he's had of you bouncing on his cock, sucking him off from underneath his desk at the office, anything really, throughout the 4 weeks you took care of (d/n) made him crazy. crazy for your scent, your everything.

thoma tries his best to be quiet while you sleep, but it felt so good and to imagine you being pounded endlessly by him, and full of his seed. finally with one more pish he came, it'll be hard trying to cover it up if you ever questioned the stains.

sunshine finally pouring down, and out of the windows, you woke up and made breakfast before setting off, saying goodbye to (d/n) and thoma once again. since today was thoma's day off, finally finishing all the paperwork assigned last night. he couldn't think about anything but you.

the next day or so you came over to babysit again, till thoma told you it's also his day off. "oh, so is this where i stop babysitting the gremlin or?" you asked while (d/n) rested in your arms leaning her head on your shoulder. "that isn't what im implying— i mean yes continue to donyour job, i'll just also be home this time." he pats your shoulder and goes back inside. "follow dad!!" (d/n) says almost jumping out of your arms.

"also, i'd like to thank you for taking care of my dear daughter. it.. it means a ton to me and her." he adds, (d/n) jumping out of your hands to run around again. fast forward to dinner time, thoma was finishing up the food he cooked, as a thanks to you for being able to babysit.

afterwards reading a book to put (d/n) to sleep, you go back to thoma's room to get ready too. suddenly thoma grabs you by the waist from behind. "i— i wanted to thank you in another way. so please let me treat you like royalty just this once." he says giving you no chance to reply he starts sucking on your neck, making you whimper. finally facing you towards his face to get a better angle to bite your neck at.

once thoma finished sucking on your neck, he starts a long-lasting kiss, pushing you onto the bed with a desperate attempt to strip your clothes from you. (which um suceeds) "have i ever told you i love you?" thoma says deeply inhaling your scent, getting into the moment, "your crush on me was a bit obvious on me before this happened" kissing his forehead.

fast forward a bit, being pushed up against the wall and thoma's dick inside you thrusting fastly. holding you by your waist, cresent-like marks imprinted on your skin for how rough his pace was. completely unaware of yourself moaning his name so sweetly, the only words pouring out of your mouth being faster and pleads. round after round after round, you both finally gave it a rest.

"i love you so much" thoma added with doe eyes as if everything you both did just now didn't happen. "m-me too.." you said as he carried you to the bath. cleaned you up and u cuddled all night (which wasn't really all night, more like the rest of the morning)

anywaysr I just wanted to get this draft out as fast as possible but got carried away, capitano childe 3some next 😓😓

#genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin drabbles #genshin fanfic #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact x you #genshin headcanons #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x gn reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x you #genshin x gender neutral reader #thoma scenarios #thoma smut #thoma x reader #♪ winter.writes

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for inquiring after a blog that got deleted?

This happened several months ago and my friends have told me that I wasn't in the wrong, but my stupid anxiety keeps bringing it up and saying actually they only told me that because they like me. Maybe the judgement of strangers will finally get my brain to put it to rest. Repliers, please use she/her pronouns only for me, I don't like being called by they/them.

I'm keeping this vague to respect the privacy of the others involved; if you somehow recognize the situation, please do not give further details. Feel free to ask for clarification if something is confusing, but I will not be providing additional information like what fandom it was as I believe that would just risk revealing who was involved, and I can't think of any additional info that would affect someone's judgement of what I did. I would like judgement of what I did without risking violating anyone else involved's privacy. Also, sorry this is so long. It's the ADHD. I hate it too.

I'm relating the dms involved as closely as I can, but they won't be word-for-word.

I follow several roleplay blogs in the same fandom. One day I noticed one that I particularly liked seemed to have been deleted. I wasn't sure if they'd made a goodbye post I didn't see before deleting or something, so I made a post asking if anyone knew if something had happened with their mod, as it seemed to come out of nowhere to me. No one ever interacted with this post, but I have no way of knowing if people saw it.

I messaged a blog that I had seen interact with them a lot asking something like "hey, do you know if something happened with [blog]'s mod? I noticed they had deleted and was wondering if something happened." They replied with the single word "no" and I thanked them and apologized for bothering them. This one word was the only thing they ever said to me. I took this to mean that they didn't know if anything had happened, but didn't try to investigate further. I was vaguely concerned that they seemed to have suddenly disappeared without anyone knowing, but it wasn't my place to try and dig things up.

A couple days later I was scrolling back through a different blog and I noticed an old post they'd reblogged from the person who deleted's sideblog, and the sideblog had also been deleted. I sent a dm asking something like "Hey, I noticed [blog] and [sideblog] were both deleted, and was wondering if you knew if the mod was alright" and received a response just saying that no one wanted to make what happened public, least of all the mod. I thanked them for responding, apologized for prying, and said I hoped things were alright, then deleted my post asking if anyone knew what had happened, so that people couldn't stumble on it, get curious, and try and pry themselves.

Very shortly after, I received an anonymous ask scolding me for prying into the mod's business when they wanted things kept quiet and continuing after being told no. I posted the anon and explained that I hadn't meant to pry - just was wondering if things were okay - and that I must have misinterpreted that first "no", apologized if I'd made anyone uncomfortable, and made it clear I would absolutely not ask further. That was the end of it, at least as far as I know.

I think I might be the asshole because: I didn't know the mod, we'd never talked beyond their answering some of my asks, but I asked people about them anyways. I was genuinely wondering if they were okay and was careful not to ask what happened, but I know I can have trouble finding the line between normal and nosy, and maybe messaging two people was too far, even if the first person seemed to not know anything.

I think I might not be the asshole because: I wasn't asking for details on what happened, I was just wondering if they were okay or if I'd missed a goodbye post, and backed off immediately after being told it was private. I don't think it's really my fault that I misinterpreted the first person saying "no" to me asking if they knew if something had happened, since I thought they were literally answering my question.

Again, please do not try to figure out who was involved in this if you think you recognize it; I just want my brain to stop turning this damn situation over and over and maybe having strangers judge it will do that.

So. AITA for asking after someone who deleted their roleplay blog?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[stood-onthecliffside]

thoughts on beach89? photos, themes and titles of vault tracks?

ohhhhhh i LOVE this question i think

this post by @sayitslove and this post by @taylortruther are beautifully done and worth a read!

anyways now the photos -> i think they are appropriate as to what the vaults may sound like! the 'tip toeing' one and 'ballerina' gives me very very heavy mirrorball vibes when no one is around, my dear you'll find me on my tallest tiptoes// i'm still on that tightrope i'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me,,, i also think in hindsight 1989 as an album + era was very mirrorball in itself (getting more and more slut-shamed because she was gaining a lot of fame, trying a new genre especially when tons of people wanted to fail including her label being label discouraging and country people especially men perceiving her as a threat, she was as a girlie in her 20s was going through refer to her billboard speech 'you think i am dating to much? okay here is an album about friendship. you think that my music boring and repetitive? okay here is an entire shit of genre' etc etc).

the screaming one -> just the last american dynasty vibes all the way and miss americana and the heartbreak prince although it can be argued that they are very interchangeable songs! i mean she was portrayed as 'an evil woman' who never apologises holds a grudge is and a 'man hater' and writes about her relationships only. so it is so fitting for 1989.

the ice cream one -> is actually my favourite cause it perfectly meshes the suburban or beach and the city which means that she is embracing both sides. this edit by @hits-differently is so telling! given that they all (public during 1989) are calling her a 'slut!' yet she is so unbothered.

the vault tracks

'slut!' -> as i have been saying that i have a feeling that new romantics is going to transition into slut (production-wise) and it would cover all the 'rumours' as mentioned about in new romantics,, i personally think it would be very 1989 as we know it because the core theme of og has always been addressing the wild accusation and just beating the narrative made by the public. i think this edit by @dancingwiththecoven explains it well,, almost as if taylor is acknowledging a word that was used against her and giving it a new meaning.

say dont go -> i am assuming it to have the themes of all you had to do was stay and how you get the girl! i think it is going to be how the story is over but she is still rooting for the two of them. i know this not going to happen but i would love to see first taylor repeating dont go dont go in a pleading voice with a phone call effect on it and then a choir joining it until it is just her again saying that again and again in a high pitched voice and then suddenly it stops (like the calling being cancelled)

now that we dont talk- this like lowkey throwing me off because it feels like a sad song but i have a feeling that she might be a bop with sad lyrics yes but with out of pocket lyrics as well. something like now that we dont talk i have clinging onto your best friend lips every night or something idk!

is it over now-> again feels like a sad song may not but seem like a letter being addressed to the fire situation where she writes a long ass message but deletes it. might go on a limb and say we might get an electric guitar on this.

suburban legends -> i am actually very very excited for this! i do see this as a sad bop honestly as i was saying to @alwaysleadstoyou a month before it gives me the vibes of astronomy by conan gray. defo see it as two lovers who grew apart, although they didn't want to and although they were so talked about and everyone's favourite couple in the suburb (re champagne problems) they moved on but no one else did. lyrics seems like cowboy like me and dorothea,,, production false god.

now the transition from city to beach is a controversial one; i almost dont care. i understand how the beach is more suitable for the 'new taylor' as growth, and understand that the beach makes more sense now that she is older and wiser(especially with out of the woods mv i.e., meeting herself on the beach she is finally clean etc etc). while i understand that others would want the bustling noisy city as she is re-recording NOT making a new record! and the opener does start with welcome to new york.

i just think that she moved to the beach because the vaults match the vibe more with it and just rolled with that. also, i cannot find my post before 1989tv was announced cause of tumblr system but i think it sums this up perfectly she can go anywhere she wants just not home because she left a part of her back in new york to a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there

[sorry for the very late reply nonie! but i was invested!]

#taylor swift #1989 taylor's version

[nostalgia-tblr]

i think that sylki will definitely be "explicitly" romantic in eps5-6, but even until then, loki obsessing over finding sylvie, her being the most "personal" dynamic he has in the series, and the tension being one of the angstiest we have seen in a long time in the media? i say sylkis should be celebrating already. because if sylvie was a man, everyone would love how male!sylvie tells off loki while loki is still pinning for her. isn't that what the shippers live for? like, isn't that a scenario in a lot of fics? one character is obsessively pursuing the other and the other character is really angry for some reason.

anyways, as for the endgame, i'm not sure. it depends on where the plotline leads. but there is one thing i disagree on with the majority of sylkis, i don't think sylki will end up somewhere having a calm, domestic life. to be honest, i don't even think sylvie wants that, deep down. i say this because she seemed doubtful and pondering in the end of ep2 and i doubt it's only because she wanted to be with loki. i think there still is a question of "what does sylvie want?" and if wanting a quiet normalcy was all she really wanted, there wouldn't be any space for her enchantress arc.

I try not to speculate about things as I am usually wrong and I hate being disappointed when a perfectly good storyline/plot twist/whatever just isn't the exact thing I'd invented in my head before it happened. I mean I still do, but I try not to.

my guess though is it'll be the two characters either staying at the TVA so they can appear in other parts of the MCU or disappearing off to some unspecified location for the same reason. the former lets us keep Mobius too! (SYLKIUS WINS!!!)

i feel like i'm missing something obvious given the fears/gloating (delete as applicable) over the current sylki tension, because it seems far too early to say this apparent breakup will become an actual breakup, reversing one of the main plot threads of the first season without any (yet) clear benefit storywise. though TBH pre-s2 i was vaguely worried they'd meet up again and sort everything out in five minutes and then there's no Unresolved Sexual Tension (one of THE ratings-winners-slash-money-spinners of series television!) and everyone gets on well with everyone else and my interest suddenly dies a death. (generally i am terrible with tension in ongoing stories and keep getting deliberately spoilered for older media so I don't have to deal with the anxiety of unexpected dramatic twists, but i can manage six weeks with relatively low stakes. probably.)

i tried to stay out of the last Sylvie Domesticity Drama but both sides had fair points, though what people write fic about cannot be taken as proof of what they want to see in their actual canons and this is often as true for the fluffy stuff as it is for the fucked up stuff.

#replies #loki spoilers #sylki #there was a period maybe 3-4 months back(?) when there was A LOT of sylki baby fic and i just didn't read any of that #(i was also posting a sylki baby fic at the time so this was very hypocritical of me though i still claim those babies were just macguffins

[chongkychonk]

name: "Delete sans"

Au name: *deleted*/ *gone*

- (Au name cannot be found)

Back story:

He is just like the original sans at first.....

-But that change....

So basically, all the monsters finally get to live on the surface since frisk finally managed to break the barrier and after that they end up in the city which is almost close to Mount ebott. They stayed there because the mayor was informed about this and made a deal with Asgore. Since that happened everything was peaceful and everyone was actually happy...

So while everyone was happy our "Sans" over here started to feel weird about something that was about to happen which is not a good one...

But he ignored this because he thinks it's not important and goes to his daily work which is the lab/laboratory 🧪🧪🧪🧪🧪.....

-(and yes he works as a scientist for being a past scientist in the underground the person that hire him for this job was actually very impress on how smart and good at doing a lot of scientific stuff idk but yeah that's how he got hired at being scientist and yes he mostly lead on a lot of projects since it's always successful if he is the one to do it and the others they are his assistants. I know right, he is so cool- now lets get back to the story)

He did this to help papyrus with the bills in the house, electricity,and other important stuff...

While he got his way to the lab, he was immediately called to the other laboratory where high ranking scientists work there. When he found this out he was quite confused on why he is called to go there but he did go anyway. When he finally got there all of them looked at him and gestured at him to sit with them, that's when one of them decided to speak.

Saraya: Now we know you might be confused on why we called you but we need to talk about "SOMETHING".....

-(ok guys I know y'all confused on who this girl is but trust me you will know why "sans/delete sans" hated her and the other scientists, you will find what happened to her too. So yeah let's continue the story)

Sans: -Oh? What is it then?....*still confused but getting to start to feel suspicious of her*

Saraya: we WANT you to give your (BROTHER) to us so we can experiment on him.....

(Sans pov): (My eyesockets darkened at what she just said, even thinking about this or even having the thought about this makes me sick...But here we are...I..I-I..I..

Can't even imagine why she would even do such a thing and the FACT that she even has the guts to even tell me this so BOLDLY right in front on me....

*[ I . LOST . IT ]*)

Sans: WHAT THE HELL!!!??

What in the world are you even thinking, YOU think I will agree with the CRAP you are talking about....You must be INSANE to think I would do that!!!!!

Saraya: Well you leave me no choice Sans......

After she said that one of the scientists injected a liquid on Sans to make him lose his consciousness...

(Sans pov): (After I got injected by that fluid all I and up seeing is Saraya's face having a wicked smile on her face, while I was trying my best not to lose consciousness....

And suddenly it all went black and that was the last thing I saw before I black out...)

- (After all of that happened they keep experimenting on sans to the point that his losing his memories slowly due to the extreme pain he felt he decide to just to distract his self away from the pain that he can no longer take and growing numb from it resulting him forgetting and losing his self and his memories.)

And while sans was missing.

Papyrus was so sad that somebody told him that Sans died in the lab while doing a dangerous project... little did papyrus know that the people who told him the news lied to him and in fact the person who told papyrus the news was afcourse...

- S.A.R.A.Y.A

Saraya: papyrus I am so sorry 😔😔😔😔 for you that your brother died... It was a SHAME that he died in some accident and we also feel sad from the incident that has happened to him and I hope you feel well soon papyrus and to move on your brother's death.( Bish acting skill sucks)

Papyrus: I...I-II... This can't be.....

(His pov) : (no.no.no.No.No.NO.NONONONONONO this can't be happening why Why!? In all of the people in this world WHY him..? He was the only family I have he was the only person that was always there for me from the day I became a royal guard until the day we finally got out of the underground to live together a happy life with my brother... I can't accept this.)

Papyrus: I.. see...*tears start pouring from his eye sockets* i-ii..I understand *hic* thank you..-for informing me about this..*sniff* *hic*...

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After that happened 10 years into the present :

Papyrus got depressed and still can't get over his brother's death even though he doesn't know that his brother is still alive all these years and sans on the other hand is still alive and the scientists that experimented on him created somehow a portal that can through other multiverse and then they just throw sans in the portal not knowing which place he would end up... because all the think is that he will end some random au or multiverse..

But sans ended up on a time space it is almost similar to the anti-void of error sans but more different the only similar thing about from the anti void is that he is stuck on space where all of the clocks the multiverse's time shows on how long the multiverse has been existing over years and decades and beside the clocks of time multiverse he was also surrounded by space 🌌 of galaxy it was very beautiful in the time space unlike the anti-that was full of white.

But he was stuck there but in the end he managed to get out of there but still lives there since he counts it as his home. And when he saw the mirror that's when he realized that his appearance changed a lot because of the side effects of the experiment and being stuck on the time space he ended up looking like this but he didn't mind it. But he is going to admit he missed and brother but can't since he won't recognize him so he didn't visit his own au but he did visit one time...

He did this to go to the place he used to work where all of the people that betrayed him and lied to his brother and you wanna know what happened to saraya welllll let's just say that she got tortured how she tortured sans and in the end she died easily since she's human not monster.

And yes he actually also managed to have new abilities like to erase anything with a single touch which can control meaning he can activate this power when ever he wants and turns out he break things very easily since he managed to break titanium

Which the portal the scientists made were made off and he destroyed that with a couple of punches and boom 💥 gone...

And all of his other abilities like any other sans have like gaster blasters, bones, like that have those powers turned even more destructive.

And yes he can't die easily like he is almost immortal but not really he actually has a couple of weaknesses like reminding him of his past of what happened to him and the other fear it's mystery.

And even after he left his au he helps other sanses from other multiverses to help their au and he still protects his au even though he left...

And yes only the underated sanses aka sanses that aren't that recognized enough know him because he doesn't show his face and has black wooden masks that cover his entire face...

And all of this makes him think about what his name would be so he decides on the name -Delete...

The creator of this au is: me and yes it's an original idea kinda inspired by error sans story...

#au sans #oc #sans aus #au sanses #sans au #undertale aus #oc sans

[hellfireconfessions]

So I wasn't really wanting to share anything about hellfire, given hellfire for me was full of ups and downs. Made some amazing friends and dealt with many people I grew to not like, or generally just detested do to the amount of rule breaks they'd cause. Then would be unpunished even with mass amount of evidence against them. But it was a mix between both staffing and community that caused the issues I'd see.

One time for instance I was mixpacked with some Herbie's, and the same Allo pack followed us the whole session, they had a scav who always found us right before they appeared (this was during the whole "ambush, non ambush allo fiasco) we saw the allos a mile away was 3 calling them still came in anyways failed to kill one of our members, instead had to kill another few allos who challenged them for the hunt. We sat to let the player they targeted (our shant) heal their bleed at night before we all had to move do to food issues. (We had a cama with us so food was always hit and miss, the vacuums camas are) then that Allo pack harassed our shant about it in dms. Deleted or edited the harassment before we made the report so lost evidence. Hunted us AGAIN the next morning after a failed hunt (and guess what scav was there before the allo pack? Same one! Shocking!) And killed our shant. Rinse repeat on a anky the next day cycle. Sam scav. Same pack. This ticket was open for months with no communication then suddenly closed, from my understanding as I had irl come to the forefront so had to disappear from hellfire for months before finding out it shutdown. The allo pack was still around and nothing occured from the report, but I might've seen wrong the few times i looked into hellfire.

The playerbase was and always had been hit and miss I dont really think any of us can deny that

And on the point of handling tickets made about certain topics, a rule set in stone was this "if you don't have permission from whoever gave you info to make a report on their behalf we can catalogue the info and monitor but we can't take action" that's at least what I was informed (made a report against a player and had to scramble a long time to get that authorization to use the info I had) a lot of delays on certain reports wasn't just the staff hading it, or understanding, seems to have been from rules set in stoneby the highest ranks as a protection against falsified information, by having approval the person who gave the information originally was held accountable.

Don't get me wrong their was some horrible staff members I couldn't stand, but on other staff keep on mind while their actions came off lazy, wrong, or just plain toxic, some protocols within hellfire also held them to a certain rope that made them unable to handle things the way they may have wanted or felt.

Hellfire is a great example of stuff getting out of hand, rules in place to protect people had loopholes, it has issues, needed a revamp and might've been blocked from doing so (a lot of my information was given to me by staff at he time I was active, or my own experiences and how it came off) and one bad egg in a staff team spoils the bunch. Sadly it was a downward spiral, hold the staffing team accountable yes, but also don't forget to hold accountable the community members who did also cause the issues in the first place. It's a give and take

And don't take any of this as defending one side or the other, I have many grievances left over from hellfire. But we need to look at all sides as well that's my opinion. In the end from what I've read, there was a failure to protect those who needed it from the staff. But also certain community members were abusing the system off all I've seen, it's both sides here. Not just one. Sorry for the long submission wanted to share my views off al I've read. And my own experiences/what I was told back in the day.

Good luck hunting on the isle everyone may your dinos thrive

#submission

[starrymused]

@lannamused​

“It’s quite small, isn’t it?”

“Eh? It has three rooms!”

“I don’t think that’s the flex you think it is, Bugsy.”

Bugsy crossed his arms and held his nose in the air. If he’d known his sister was going to roast his new apartment like this, then he would have locked the door and told her to come back in 4-5 working days when he was less exhausted and much more capable of firing back witty responses.

“Well, I think it’s nice and that’s all that matters.” Following where Sun-mi’s gaze had drifted, Bugsy added, “So what if the kitchen and living room are in the same room? A lot of places have that... and it’s efficient! How many times have you wanted to grab a snack, but didn’t want to miss anything in a show you’re watching? This set-up means I can get food WITHOUT missing anything on the screen!”

“Or you could just pause it like a normal person…”

Bugsy scoffed and headed to the fridge. He had unpacked a couple of boxes; things that he needed to set up the TV and internet, but then he’d given up just before Sun-mi arrived. He would get back to it that night, but right now he was too busy basking in his cool new apartment. Grabbing a can of soda (he had already gone on a quick grocery run!) he turned to his sister who was checking her phone.

Of course.

“Let me guess, you were mentioned by a celebrity? Suddenly got a random influx of followers?” Your account somehow got a strike and now you’re about to be deleted and this will be your wake-up call that there’s more to life than how popular you are online? Honestly, Bugsy didn’t really know a lot about how to build and maintain a social media following, but Sun-mi, the Queen Influencer of their family, was obsessed. He’d learned to ignore it most of the time, but it still got pretty annoying. He just didn’t understand the appeal of it all.

“No, it’s Noah. He’s taking me on a date soon. I told him to pick me up here.”

Bugsy would have definitely choked on his drink if he had been taking a gulp.

“What? Why would you tell him to meet you here? Does he even know how to get here?”

“I sent him the location and he wanted to see your new place, anyway.”

“It’s not ready to be seen!”

Sun-mi tutted and looked up from her phone. “It’s just Noah. He doesn’t care that it’s not up to standard.”

Not up to standard? Ouch? Bugsy set down his drink, suddenly aware that the place was a mess and so was he. He’d been up since 5am after just a few hours of sleep — he hadn’t been expecting (or wanting) any visitors today!

…Especially not Noah.

He still had time. If he tidied up some of these boxes, stashed away that bag of family-sized bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos he’d been snacking on, and quickly freshened up in the bathroom, then maybe he wouldn’t look so—

There was a knock on the door, and he nearly chucked the Cheetos bag across the kitchen-living room hybrid.

“I’ll get it!” Sun-mi chirped as she opened the door. As if the apartment belongs to her! “Noah, hi! Any trouble finding the apartment?” She tugged on her boyfriend’s hands to pull him inside. “Come look at it. There’s a certain charm to it, right? Even if it is small...”

Bugsy wasn’t ready for this! How did Noah get here so fast! Through one of those Doctor Strange portals? Without anything else to do, he simply gave into the defeat and turned to the Cheetos for comfort. “It’s not that small… it has three rooms.” Crunch. “It’s a great apartment.” Crunch.  After swallowing, he spoke again and tried not to give into the desire to stuff himself into his new freezer and die.

“Hey, Noah.”

#lannamused #&; ( BUGSY IC ) #&; bugsy verse ( MAIN )

[theageofsims]

Man... The Sims community...

I wasn't going to make a post because I seriously thought it was me so I literally took the time to find the overall point in constant arguments and rage... And then I slapped myself across the face and was like bitch trust your gut like you always do -- it ain't you! 😂

I'm an OG simmer so I've known the community to be one hell of a mean and snarky place. That has clearly changed in modern times (apparently?), but I'm literally too old to even care because I just learned to settle with the reality that you can't ask other simmers for shit and your best bet is to just search for things yourself -- but I'm also old enough to notice the actual change.

But my God...

I remember telling a friend who doesn't even play the any games at all, how I loved the Sims. Randomly I just went on about it one day last year at some point and she suggested maybe I should start a YouTube Channel. I thought. Nah... But then I gave it a try, thought it was time consuming, but then after my dad died I thought let me try again.

Since I post mostly speed builds or build videos, and because the majority of my Sims content I take in on YouTube is a couple of Speed build channels and mod overviews (and some Let's Plays when one of my nieces is around), I remember seeing how Twitter would be a good place to post your build video news and so forth and I thought God, not another social media platform.

Well -- I did it anyway. I actually had a Twitter for my Sims stuff during the height of COVID or something like that, but forgot I had it and then deleted the email I have tied to it so I guess it'll be there forever because I can't get in. Anyway, I started up a new one as I said -- I did it, and all was going well. I had to learn my way around and then little by little... The shit started hitting the fan and left me like...

I can't even understand how some people find time in their day to debate and argue over real world issues that are many literally have no power to change besides voting and -- like that's literally it. So imagine me seeing people having debates and arguing over a damn video game. Mind... Blown. 👀

So clearly -- I fucked up. 😂😂😂 I took the advice of a friend and ended up seeing the Sims community beyond Sims 4 CC on Tumblr and God, I wanna bleach my eyeballs. My blog here has been a sideblog since 2017 -- when I started blogging the Sims 4 and I purposely did that because I didn't want to see the same content flooding my dash because I'm one of those people with a lot of interests/hobbies so I like controlling what I see when I see it, and really -- my first time on Tumblr was in 2011 and I strictly came here for Harrison Ford and Cary Grant content. Y'all know how it is with my movie watching 🎥🍿 -- and forums and message boards had already started to disappear years prior and I was like where on earth are fans supposed to go? Tumblr was that place.

So... Again -- I fucked up. 😂

Yeah, totally fucked up.

So yeah -- I mean, definitely can see now all I've been missing. 😂 It's been a shit show that I happily hadn't seen... Until I saw it.

I don't know. I think losing my dad also made me realize that there's more to life than dwelling and being angry every single minute of every single day. It made me realize how short life is and just that there are far more important things in life than rioting over a video game. Not that I was an angry person before he passed, but I'm just saying that losing him so suddenly is something that made me think and realize things... Then to see people arguing over nonsense and constant entitlement or expectations it's like -- seriously? In what world do you go to bed and wake up in where you think we all have to bend to your every cue? I'm too grown for this shit and the real world doesn't work like this -- it never has.

I'm not disappointed or anything though because I never blogged the Sims to find a community or to find friends. I appreciate everyone that has interacted with me out of the blue and also all the help that is provided when I ask a random question (because back in them Sims 1 and 2 days, man.... 😂 You might as well had put a helmet on before you went out into the internets and asked the most basic question)... But out of all the practicality that constantly cruises through my body, there's a chaotic side that thinks they liked the meanness of the community back in the day than what's out now. 😂 Like I rather people be standoffish and cold rather than policing every damn thing and literally only existing within a community to be negative. It's like they're just sitting and waiting for news or tidbits so they can rant and rave about problems that honestly do not truly exist. So they can tag their posse and they can all gang up on somebody who isn't playing the game the way they feel is right or they have different opinions that must be changed... Like excuse me, boundaries. 😂 Like pick your ass right up outta my spot... and go back home. Have some tea.

It blows my mind too because so much more is being given from The Sims creators. We're getting far more packs than is required even though when we started out with Base Game we didn't even like pools? 😂 Was it pools? I dunno, but Sims 4's introduction was weak as hell -- like the weakest I had ever known The Sims to be. So to have all that we do or the ability to have all that we do and for there to still be a problem? Something's rotten in Mayberry. (Mayberry is a fictional town in The Andy Griffith show and was suspected of rotten-ness by Fox Mulder in Season 4 of "The X-Files"... I really can't stop with these movie / TV show references, can I? 🤦🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️)

Also, the Base Game is free. A current Sims game... That is still being updated and having packs released has their base game... For free. When Sims 4 came out, wasn't it like 70-75 dollars? I was like oh hell...no. I waited for it to go down in price, but I still paid for it.

I don't understand this need for things to be Free -- but I know I missed that wagon due to my age because ain't nothing in life free except for food where you work when they have random events -- if they have random events -- and even then you still have to go in and do the work until it's time to get that free food. So I repeat -- ain't nothing in life free. 😂

Like love and a helping hand you can give free and get for free, but no way is a video game company or any company actually, going to give things away for free.

I'm also not saying things come without errors, but at least they come -- you know what I mean? Like, ain't nothing in life perfect either. Perfection is modifiable and sometimes you get to a point like me where you're like listen I'm just taking what I can get at this point. 😂🤷🏽‍♀️ Again -- I started with The Sims 1... Every single installment of this franchise has been an upgrade since Sims 1 (but also, low key... Been a downgrade in some areas of Sims 4 from let's say Sims 2 because of the lack of gameplay, -- but there just very low-key because the Sims 4 is still living to tell its tale and we have gotten so much more stuff I don't even know exists yet because I haven't found the time to do much exploring since literally the release of Discover University)... So what have I got to complain about? The Sims have personalities and moods and traits and can multitask and they look FAR more than they did in Sims 1 -- if I left them on Free Will they would hardly burn to their deaths because they'd probably be smart enough to extinguish themselves which is FAR MORE than I can say for Sims 1. You left your Sims to themselves on that game and the entire family would go up in a blaze of glory. 😂 You didn't fuck around with Sims 1 -- they were out for blood!

... And let's be honest. Some of us couldn't wait to see them turn to ashes...

But lemme stop because now I'm talking far too much... And I'm running out of gifs... (Credit, all gifs were made by me except the top one 😂)

So the take away? It shouldn't be this serious. It shouldn't be this aggravating. It shouldn't be this angry. It shouldn't be this disheartening, toxic (as people are obsessed with using that word), or just honestly flat out stupid. With all the time that people are spending complaining about things and just being trapped in negativity... They've got to take time to step away and to realize or to figure out where exactly all of this is coming from. And I swear they'll probably realize that a lot of it has nothing to do with the Sims at all -- they're just venting or really, taking it out on something that either can't hurt them or they can take some kind of control over. I get it -- I've been there, we all have. It's called being human. We all start lashing out at things when we are under stress and so forth, but we all also have to be aware and have accountability for ourselves as well as knowing when to step away or when to find an outlet... Or something as easy as stepping outside for a breath of fresh air. There is still a lot of truth to not saying anything if you haven't got anything nice to say as well. Sure -- it's old fashioned, but it's also still able to be applied to modern times with modern conditions and modern people. Freedom of speech also is still a thing and probably very much so, but there is also a nicer or better way for things to be said.

We're truly all not meant to get along. I know that might sound shocking to a lot of people but it's the actual truth. I don't know anyone in my real life or in my life in general who honestly gets along with every single person they know. And I know the most immediate thing for so many people to do these days is to just cut people right out of their lives and pretend like they never existed at all... But there's also a whole group of people who tolerate people for a number of reasons. May they be family, friends acquaintances, coworkers, or whoever -- or maybe all of the above. Again, myself very much included.

Anyway, ya girl's tired of all the nonsense. 😂 I'm not sure if I'll continue to use Twitter because that place needs Jesus or a damn exorcist, not sure which one really -- now I know why my former president couldn't stop himself from tweeting in the wee hours of the morning 😂🤦🏽‍♀️, but clearly I never left Tumblr because it's just a different vibe here and when I wanna shut off anything Sims related, it's Easy Like Sunday Morning...

If you don't know that's a song, you can check it out here. 🎶🎙️♥️...😂

Sing it Lionel ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

#good lord #I vote a happy meal for everybody so they can get happy 😂😂😂 #blurb #didn't expect Lionel to make it in this post but it's fine #I be on Lionel all the time anyway 🎶♥️ #Youtube

[notasimpleslater]

I think that one of the things that makes this so hard to sit through and watch as a fan is that all outcomes and possibilities seem equally plausible atp. Maybe Ethan always had a wandering eye and had cheated several times, that sucks, but it also sucks to think he got so overwhelmed by Ariana's stardom and attention that that caused him to stray. It would suck if they broke up because that means they probably ruined their marriages, reputations, and probably lots of -

- person who deserves to have her wrongdoings glazed over and come out of this with her career and rep still intact. Any way this shakes out it really, really sucks, but because the PR machine was so insistent on pumping out timelines and getting out the news on their terms as fast as possible, they really backed themselves into a corner and essentially doomed themselves from the first. I think after this blows over (because we all know it will, if the Arianators are to be believed and - - this relationship ends as quickly as it began), everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE, involved needs to take a loooong break from relationships but also stan culture. Not for nothing but Ethan has had a small but extremely vocal and ferociously devoted cult of fans for YEARS who will defend him to the last, that couldn't have been good for his ego, coupled with Big Hollywood Movie Casting and Big Famous Pop Star suddenly wanting to jump into bed with him. Guy needs help.

Anon I'm so sorry, but I accidentally deleted one of your asks while putting this post together 😭. Hopefully this still makes sense to y'all.

But anyway, this has definitely been hard to sit through as a fan. It's not like this is Ethan's first time working with big stars (heck, just look at the Assassins revival cast), but not to the level of Ariana's stardom. Just based on the video I showed y'all yesterday, I don't think it's totally out of left field to assume he may have had a lil celebrity crush on her (just FYI, this is not me trying to say that what he did was in any way ok, but I can see how it may have happened).

I think we can all agree in saying the relationship is not gonna last once their Wicked bubble pops. And yeah, taking a break from relationships would be for the best.

Also to your point about stan culture: Up until now, I don't think Ethan has really done anything that caused his fans to viciously defend him to the level that Ariana fans are defending her (except maybe from the people who think The SpongeBob Musical shouldn't exist). But please correct me if you're referring to something that I'm missing.

#answered asks #anonymous #e rumors

[unfortunate-songbird]

writing me some poetry :)

Man, this is what leaving childhood feels like, doesn’t it?

My sister just said

your name

she was talking about someone else

her own friend but

it’s your name

and suddenly I was thrown back to a time

when it left my mouth so often

maybe more than any other name

i forgave you

i hate you

I miss you

i wish we never met

i wish our friendship never ended

i don’t think about it, I’ve moved on, that’s it

i have other friends

but you keep showing up in my dreams

you shouldn’t be there amidst the chaos

but you are

and every time

i swear it’s real

every time

we’re friends again

like nothing ever happened at all

i wish I could see you in person

i wish I could beg for forgiveness

i wish I could yell at you for everything everything everything everything

i hope I never see you again

I’m angry

I was so apologetic, and then I got angry

and then I forgave you all over again

and that should’ve been it but

I’m angry

do I ever cross your mind?

i hope you’ve forgotten me

i hope I haunt the corner of your eye in your dreams

i hope you remember me fondly

i hope you hate me as much as I do right now

You spat in my face

you did what you could

you left me you left me you left me

it was my fault

it was your fault

it was their fault

it was no one’s fault

it was everyone’s fault

it was your fault

(was it my fault? no, no, that sort of thinking drags up your words and sticks them to my mind’s eye with glue that lasts for weeks and your words Hurt)

i hope you don’t see this

i hope somehow you do

i hope you don’t see yourself in these words

i hope you know it’s about you

i hope you know it’s me

i hope you don’t recognize me

i hope you never know me again

i deleted all the pictures I had saved

of silly conversations

typos and the things we made together

(did you resent me? did you resent me? you said it wasn’t about me but it feels like that’s all it is)

they’re gone

i couldn’t get them back if I tried

and I haven’t (I have)

i hope you’re doing well

i hope you’ve found friends you love

more than you ever did me

(did you love me? why did you leave me? i was kneeling in the dirt sobbing apologies for unknown crimes. you couldn’t even bother telling me why. you couldn’t even bother saying goodbye. i waited for you. i waited for you, hoping you were coming, you were just late. that’s okay, i was so patient. and you never came)

i hope every word of this peels off the page and finds you and I hope you choke on each one of them

i wish i’d been spiteful enough to bite with sharpened teeth, bite hard enough to bleed, give you pain to match my bleeding heart. i wish I hadn’t just snarled once and forgave you. i wish I could throw an entire storm at you

shake the walls with the weight of every second I spent agonizing over you

Take you off your self righteous pedestal look you in the face and say everything I loved you too much to say

I’m so angry I’m so angry I’m so angry and helpless and hurt

you told me we were never that close anyway

(I loved you I loved you I loved you more than I ever could love myself (because you taught me the language of dark humor, suicide jokes, hating yourself))

you told me you wished i would trip over my own feet and die

like it was some funny joke

some lighthearted thing

like I didn’t love you

like I didn’t love you

like I didn’t love you love you love you love you

maybe I wish YOU would trip over your own feet and die

how about that?

i doubt you’d care. i always cared so much more about your opinion of me than you ever did about my opinion.

i wish I could kick you

right in the shins

i wish I could burst into tears and say ‘you hurt me’

like somehow you’d care if I just said it one more time

I’m

I’m

and then the love seeps back in

i love you

i hope you’re happy and healthy

i hope you pass all your classes

I’m so sick of you haunting me and making me cry all these years later

i hope I forget you forever

#i hope I hear your name someday and forget it was ever yours