#but GOD stuff was happening and like one of them was scared it’d be a one time thing and was scared after the fact things would change in a

[dycefic]

Tom Saves The World

Everyone knows that it’s super-heroes who save the world. They fight the aliens, or the monsters, or the bad guys. And mostly, that’s true.

But not always.

I’m a psychic. The thing is, my range isn’t that great. I don’t have much detail more than about 36 hours out, 48 for something really big. I’d had a nebulous sort of bad feeling for about a week before this one finally hit, and it was big. Something very tough and very supernatural was going to come up out of the harbor of Nova Roma, and the death-toll was going to be high. Crazy high.

I did all I could. I told the Unaligned Supers Job Placement Agency, and they put the word out to everyone on both sides of the Line. The Henchman’s Union don’t like natural disasters any more than anyone else, and they’re often quite helpful against eldritch horrors and stuff like that. Things that don’t hire henchmen and ruin the property values.

The trouble was, nobody big was around. The only really big team of heavy hitters on the West Coast were away dealing with some sort of doomsday cult - I never was clear on what that was about - and Guarde and Dog Fox were out of touch and even Mx Frantique was out of town at someone’s wedding. It was going to happen in less than two days and we couldn’t find anyone to help and I was seriously considering calling in some kind of bomb threat or something to get people away from the docks, at least.

And then, about eighteen hours out, it just… went away.

Which never, ever happens.

My powers might be short range, but they’re reliable. I don’t get stuff wrong, and I hadn’t been able to find any way to prevent what was going to happen, or even been able to identify anyone who could. But someone did. Someone had done something to stop the threat, something that happened literally while I was opening my car door. When I reached for the handle, thousands of people were going to die. By the time the door was open, there was no threat at all.

At first I thought it must have been a ranged thing. Like, whatever I’d been seeing (all those teeth, I saw them in nightmares for months after) had been distracted by something tasty on its way here and gotten off track, that it’d come up somewhere up or down the coast. My range isn’t that big, either. Anything outside about thirty miles might as well be on Mars for all I know about it. So we kept a watch out, and warned the chapters of the Union and the Agency in other cities.

But nothing happened. Nothing at all. I couldn’t explain it, and I was really unpopular for a while. Supers do NOT like people who cry wolf. There’s enough freaky shit we have to deal with without someone panicking everyone with a dire prophecy that fizzles out.

Thank all the gods that Tunny showed up. Nobody’s really sure what Tunny actually is - sentient fish creature, some kind of really mutated human, an alien, or what. She changes her story a lot. But she’s pretty friendly, especially for a twenty-foot-long horror-movie-mermaid-thing with four arms, so when she came into harbor to pick up some supplies a guy from the Agency went out to tell her what I’d seen. I’d gotten a wharf and dock number, so she went down to check.

I don’t think anyone had ever seen Tunny scared before. Her English wasn’t good enough to really explain what she’d found hibernating down there, but it was something very old and very powerful and very dangerous, and if it’d been woken up my vision would just have been the start of the crisis.

She rounded up a bunch of whales to help her move it, once she was sure it hadn’t been agitated and wasn’t likely to rouse if moved carefully. They towed it out before dawn, not wanting to scare the civilians, and when I saw the footage from the helicopter the Union sent up, when I saw how big the swell was, how many whales were pulling, I swear I nearly crapped myself. No wonder I’d been getting hints a week in advance. Somehow we dumbass humans had built a whole fucking city almost on top of some kind of Ancient Old… THING, and eroded the sea-bottom until it was exposed, and if someone hadn’t done whatever it was we’d all have been dead long before Tunny arrived. And not just all as in ‘all of Nova Roma’, it could have taken out half of the continent... or all of it.

It took me years to find out what happened. YEARS. It turned into a kind of hobby, tracking everything that might possibly have come into contact with Wharf 38 on that particular day.  

And what I found, eventually, was a city employee named Thomas Briggs.

I’d found out early on that 38 wasn’t in good repair. Not that bad, but not great. It was old, things were getting a bit saggy in a few places, but there’d been no sign that anything was likely to fall off on the day. It had sat there for a couple of years after the crisis that never happened,, doing its job without problems then been rebuilt without any drama at all.

Entirely, completely, and totally because of Thomas Briggs.

The story, when I finally pieced it together, went like this.

There’d been some project or other to build some sort of high-budget science project over on the other side of the harbor, hanging it off’ve Pier 8, the furthest out on that side. Something about tracking sea-life or ships or something. My conversational English is near perfect, I’ve been here for years, but I don’t speak science nerd in ANY language. It’d all been approved, some university was covering most of the cost, it was all gonna be fine. And it was gonna be over on 8 because that side of the harbor is the shallow end. It’s where the sailboats go. All the big stuff that would block visual sensors and deafen the thing with engine noise was over in the thirties, in the real deep water.

They were almost ready to install the thing when a bunch of rich dudes suddenly got their panties in a bunch over having a big sciency tower thing ruining the view from their yachts, and tried to get it moved.

To, and I’m sure you guessed this, Wharf 38.

Which was completely insane. It wouldn’t be able to do its job over there, it’d be way more in the way, and (although they couldn’t have known it) the installation would definitely have woken up the Thing sleeping by the wharf and we all would have died. But rich dudes with yachts don’t care about that stuff. They’d bitched out and bribed up their friends on the city council, and those friends had done their thing, and the scientists had been left in the dark, and it’d almost gone through. They’d figured to install it right away, so that when the science guys found out it’d be too late and they’d either have to pay a lot to move it or just use it where it was.

Enter Thomas Briggs.

Mr Briggs, Tom to his friends, didn’t give a crap about the yachts or the science. He was a senior money guy for the commercial wharfs, the one who figured out things like how much money they’d take in in a quarter, and what the repair budget should be, stuff like that. He found out about this thing two days before the disaster would have happened, and sat down and did the math.

Then he sent out an email to the guys trying to push this through, and he ripped into them like they’d threatened to knife his mother. I got my hands on that email, and I didn’t understand a lot of it any more than the council guys would have. It was ALL numbers. But at the top he wrote it out in plain English. Pier 8 was new, and rated to handle the weight of the thingy. Wharf 38 was going to be scrapped in a few years, and it was NOT rated for that kind of structure. Pier 8 had plenty of room around it. Wharf 38 was already a tight fit for the big commercial ships, and adding a structure sticking out on one side would block off at least half of the wharf to those ships completely.

Bottom line, putting the thing on Wharf 38 would cost the city hundreds of thousands of dollars more per year than putting it on 8, AND the city would have to eat the cost if 38 collapsed under it which it could easily do, AND the city would have to pay to move it in a couple of years anyway when 38 was due to be rebuilt.

And he cc-ed every important person he had an email address for, including the mayor, the anti-corruption people, and several reporters.

He must have sent that email right when I was opening my car door.

The whole plan collapsed right there, and some people got fired. There was no news story because the whole plan got killed before the reporters even got to the right office. The installation was started on Wharf 8 a few weeks later and I never connected it to a commercial wharf on the other side of the harbor.

One email, and a man who I never could have located in time, a man who had no powers at all, a man who was just conscientiously doing his job looking after the city’s money saved the city, and the continent, and maybe even the world.

Who could have predicted that? Not me, that’s for damn sure.

I can’t deny that I went home and got drunk off my ass that night. Just thinking about how close that had been made my hands shake. One man. One honest man who’d done the math.

I put the word out, once the hangover wore off. What had happened. That Thomas Briggs was the reason we were all alive and everyone better make his life real nice from now on, because he’d done what none of us could do and nobody but the supers would ever even know it.

He’s got a lot of luck coming to him, I can tell you. We don’t forget debts like that.

And I knew that’d freak him out, because honest men don’t like it when people start doing them a lot of favors for no apparent reason, so I tracked him down at the little bar where he likes to have a quiet beer on Friday nights before he goes home. Hell, I was the one who’d gone through it all, back then. I should get to tell him.

I sat down beside him at the bar and looked at him. I saw a thin, small, balding man who looked like he worried too much and didn’t get enough sleep, with lines around his eyes. Yeah, he looked like a man who’d do the math. “Thomas Briggs?”

He blinked at me through his glasses. “Yes? Do I know you?”

“No, you don’t. My name’s Barkhado Omar, and I’ve been looking for you for a long time.” I offered him my hand and he shook it, still looking confused. Which was fair, ‘cause I doubt a lot of seven foot tall Somali women came up to him in bars even when he was young. He’s got to be close to retirement now.

He frowned. “Looking for me? Why?”

I smiled at him. “Tom, let me buy you a drink and tell you about the day you saved the world.”

It’s usually us who save the city, or the world. We have all the intel, all the advantages, all the powers.

But sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it’s someone like Tom Briggs, doing the right thing at the right time and never knowing that he changed the course of history.

Wild, huh?

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This story is a direct result of me and my ex chatting about how different the entire Marvel Universe would have been if Jean’s first ‘resurrection’ - being found in a life pod under a wharf, IIRC - had happened at like... any other time. Earlier. Later. It would have changed SO MUCH.

And we speculated about how it could happen, how someone just puttering around in middle management might have unknowingly saved countless lives, prevented Madelyne’s corruption, the legacy virus, all of it, just by postponing that particular set of repairs a bit longer.... and I couldn’t resist writing a version of the story in which Tom does, in fact, save the world.

#short fiction #dyce's supers universe #comics inspired #sometimes something just goes right #horseshoe repair

[vanillanaps]

Not So Forbidden | Bucky Barnes

Summary: You were upset after a mishap that happened so your favorite bodyguard came to comfort you with good news.

A/n: I watched a movie called First Daughter and got inspired to write something cute and soft. It's kinda ass tho so beware.

Category: Bodyguard!Bucky x President’s Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Reader is 23, Bucky is in his late 20s/Early 30s, some crying on the readers part, the ending is rushed cause my creativity ran out lmao

Word Count: 1.8k

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“Care Bear secured.” One of your many bodyguards called into the mic that hid in the sleeve of his blazer as you crossed the threshold to your room, slamming the door behind you.

Just moments ago you had been dragged from an outing with one of your very very few friends as your bodyguards thought there had been an opposing threat. Turns out, there was just a loose dog running the streets and had scared a few people, but they had refused to take you back to your friend and continued to drive you back to the oversized house that you had been calling home for the last eight years.

You missed having the freedom you used to have before your mom decided to run to be President of the United States and won. It was like everything changed in the blink of an eye for you. Once a little girl who could run amok outside without a care in the world to a girl who had to be the perfect child for her mothers sake. Of course before, you were happy your mother was chasing her dreams and doing what she had always planned to do when she was growing up, you just wish that you knew that it’d come with sacrificing your public and private life.

A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts, wiping your tears and clearing your throat, “I said I wanted to be alone.”

“It’s me.” The voice called. You recognized it immediately.

James Buchanan Barnes or as you would call him, Bucky. He was the head of your security team and ironically, one of your best friends. Bucky had been at your side nearly every day for the last five years when he got promoted to head bodyguard. In your opinion, he should have truly been a bodyguard for your mother. He had always done a superb job at keeping you safe, neutralizing threats and knowing when it was actually time to pull you from somewhere that may have started to get dangerous or too crowded.

Walking over to unlock the door, not even bothering to open it because you knew he already had his hand on the knob just waiting to push through. Shutting the door behind him, he watched as you walked over to your vanity, still trying to dry your eyes.

“What happened?” Bucky asked, slowly approaching up behind you.

“Oh, your buddies didn’t call it out to you?” You scoffed, shaking your head, “Apparently a stray dog running the streets is a threat to my safety now and they whisked me out of there, leaving my friend behind and all.”

“They were just doing their job.” He tried to reason with you, but he knew how much you hated not being able to do the simple things in life without stuff like this happening.

Turning to look at him, you furrowed your eyebrows at him, “Right, so where were you? Where was the knight to save his damsel in distress from a damn dog? Isn’t that your job? To be by the helpless princess’s side twenty-four-seven?”

“I was in a meeting with your mother.” He stepped closer to you, “I’m sorry, if I was there, that wouldn’t have happened—but you can’t be upset with them doing what they are paid heavily to do.”

“God Bucky, I know, I know. I’m not mad at them, I’m—” You huffed, taking a deep breath as you tried to control your tears, “I’m mad at the fact that I will never have a normal life. Everywhere I go, there’s a group of big beefy men following me around, cameras flashing in my face, news reporters covering every little thing I do. My skirt too short? I’m a slut. I don’t smile in a picture? I’m the president’s stuck up daughter. If I smile too much? I’m faking it for the cameras. Almost every friend I’ve tried to make in those short two years I went to college? Just using me to get popular while talking about me behind my back. I just can’t win.”

Bucky sighed, “I know..”

“No, Bucky, honestly you don’t. Every day, when I walk out of this god forsaken place, I have to put on a smile and a personality that doesn’t belong to me. Everything that I do reflects on my mother and what kind of daughter would I be if I ruined something that she worked so hard for?” You ranted, “I mean, she’s the first female President of the United States. She’s making history and I’m so proud of her, but it cost me everything, Bucky, everything. To the point where I can’t even hold the hand of the man I love in public because he’s my bodyguard.”

“Come here.” He held his hand out which you gladly took as he pulled you into his body, wrapping his arms tightly around you, “I’m sorry, baby.”

You relaxed in his embrace, sighing as you buried your face into his chest, smelling that cologne you bought for him not too long ago, “You have nothing to be sorry for, it’s not your fault.”

Kissing the crown of your head, slowly rocking the two of you from side to side, “I can’t change what happened earlier, I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I can’t change the reality of the life you live, but if I could pull you through a portal and take you to a universe where you were just a normal girl, I would. But there is one thing I can change.

Smiling softly at his words, you pulled back a little to be able to look up into those blue eyes that you loved so much, “Yeah? What’s that?”

He returned the smile, bringing his hand up to cup your face, his thumb slowly stroking your cheek, “Your mother said something similar to me earlier,”

A FEW HOURS EARLIER…

Bucky knocked on the door that led to the oval office after he was requested there.

“Enter!” His boss's voice called.

“Madam President.” He addressed her, keeping his position by the door, “You wanted to see me?”

“Ah, yes, Mr. Barnes. Please, shut the door and have a seat.”

He followed her wishes, shutting the door and sitting in a chair that was adjacent to her desk, “Is everything okay, Madam President?”

She smiled, moving her stack of paperwork to the side and taking off her glasses, “Everything is fine, James. No need to worry. And please, right now you may call me Diane.” Bucky’s heart was beating out of his chest, was this a set up? Was he being tested? Was she being threatened? A thousand thoughts flew through his head as he thought something was wrong, but before he could ask, Diane spoke again, “You may call me Diane because I didn’t call you here to talk to you about presidential or security reasons. I called you here to speak to you as a Mother to Y/n.”

Bucky gulped, deciding to play it cool, “I’m sorry, I don’t follow.”

Diane chuckled, “James, do you take me as a fool?”

“Of course not, Madam President.” He answered quickly, playing it safe just in case this was a test.

She sat back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other and folding her hands over her lap, “Five years ago, when my only daughter turned 18, I knew that whether I was president or not, I wasn’t going to be able to keep an eye on her forever. That eventually, she’d want to venture off on her own and I wouldn’t be able to stop her. I needed someone who I could trust to keep an eye on her while she tried to navigate her life. I was talking to your father about you before his passing. He was telling me how dedicated you were to your job, even if you were only guarding a door, so I promoted you to Y/n’s head bodyguard as I promised him that you’d always have a job here as long as I was president.”

Bucky’s eyes glossed over at the mentioning of his father’s passing. It may have been some years, but you’d never truly get over the loss of a parent passing, “I’m not sure If I understand what we’re talking about.”

Diane continued, “James, over these last few years, I’ve been how close you and y/n have grown. Your secret whispers, inside jokes, the looks you give each other when you think no one’s looking, the way you look at her when you think no one is watching. Even sneaking out almost every night.” His head dropped. This was it, he was getting fired. He had broken the number one rule and fell for his boss’s daughter. He went to speak, but Diane kept going before he could, “And I want to thank you for being there for her and making all of this the smallest bit easier for her.”

When Bucky slowly looked up, he saw Diane with probably the most genuine smile he’d ever seen from her, “You do?”

She nodded, “After I was elected President, I knew life for the two of us would never be the same. That we’d always be in the public eye and crucified for everything that we do, which is why in those first few years of my presidency, I shielded her from it. Kept her in the house and out of the public eye for as long as possible and the best thing I could've ever done was make you her bodyguard because you make her happy. She’s sacrificed so much for me, what type of mother would I be if I kept her from being with the only person who makes her feel normal?” She questioned, more so to herself than to Bucky, “Do you love my daughter?”

“More than anything in this world.”

“Then who am I to stand in between love?

PRESENT…

Your eyes were wide and filled with tears as Bucky told you what happened in the meeting with him and your mother. To say you were shocked was an understatement. You were so sure that you and Bucky were being careful enough not to get caught, “She knew this whole time?”

He nodded, “And she’s okay with it. She just wants you to be happy.” You couldn’t stop the smile that took over your face before you excitedly pulled him into a kiss. Bucky gladly returned the kiss, titling his head to deepen it. His hands traveled down to your waist, gripping the flesh to lift you up into his arms. Your legs naturally wrapped around his waist as he carried you to your bed and laid the two of you down on it, “I’m gonna marry you one day.” He mumbled against your lips, “I’m gonna take you away from all this. Maybe move to the country, somewhere far away from others and give you all the normalcy and privacy that you crave today.” A soft sob left your lips as you pressed your forehead against his, “Until then, I’ll be here, right by your side until your mother finishes her Presidency.”

“I love you so much.” You sighed, listening to his words.

“I love you more, baby.”

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Bark; don't bite

~ Sean MacGuire/Male!Reader

~ Platonic or romantic

~ 1.2k words

Request :3

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Loneliness. A word that stung in each and every which way and yet, it’s how you felt more often than not. To put it simply, you were terrifying. Easily towering over the gang by a good few inches depending on the person. Built like a tree that had just been through the worst of storms, intimidating was an understatement. Skin tainted with scars and blemishes alike. 

You had been in the gang for a long while, though you can count on one hand the amount of interactions you’ve had with everyone aside from Dutch and Susan respectively. While they didn’t outright fear you, it’d be a stretch to assume they’d go out of their way for a casual conversation. 

You were, essentially, a guard dog. Anyone in their right mind would shit their pants if they saw you coming towards them. As such, you don’t leave camp much. On the rare occasion you do, you’re put up front. Acting as the silent brute you’re built as. You’re not even sure if your family, the gang, has heard your voice.

While you appreciate their company, their stares said more. You were self conscious in your own right. Having people, friends, family, and foes, gawk at you and prod for answers on which injuries you got when...not fun. 

You couldn’t necessarily fault them either. You kept to yourself for a reason. A confidential, disturbing reason. Spending most of your days doing mindless chores around camp and whatever favors people asked of you like lifting a wagon to put a wheel back on, or scaring people into their word. It felt like Dutch was the only one who could withstand your stare most days. On the plus side, you’d never have to deal with the real annoying folk like Micah.

That was, at least, until an Irishman by the name of Sean MacGuire joined the gang not so recently. If you could describe that man in one word, it’d be loud-mouthed. You never paid him mind all too much, considering you were out on a stagecoach robbery with Charles and John when Dutch brought the redhead in.

When you got back, Dutch all but shoved Sean in your direction, causing him to stumble slightly with an offended “oi!” Glaring over his shoulder towards Dutch before the latter makes a gesture towards you, causing him to turn right back around.

Sean’s eyes widen subtly as he comes face to face with your pecs before he cranes his neck to look up towards you. A slow grin begins to spread across his face, his eyes practically twinkling incredulously. “Holy Mother of Mary.. bet your ma fed ya the good shit, didn’t she?” He jokes causing you to crack a hint of a smile, much to Dutch’s amazement.

“Well I’ll be damned..” Dutch mutters. Remembering his presence, you’re quick to dig into your pockets and pull out what little money the stagecoach carried, passing half up to Dutch. Unfortunately not nearly enough, causing the heist to be a dud. Charles and John walk back into camp as if the whole debacle never happened– you can’t blame them. 

Dutch accepts the money and flips through the bills, only to sigh in disappointment and pockets it. “Ya gotta name, big lad?” Sean pipes up once again, causing you to look back down towards him. “Y/N.” you respond curtly as you stuff your money back into your pocket as Dutch walks off to do something you don’t care to ask about.

“Y/N..” Sean echoes with a bark of a laugh. You can’t deny he’s a change of pace around camp. He has a spark you haven’t seen in a long, long time. Sean grins and extends his hand forth to be shaken, to which you echo his motion and grip his smaller hand in yours, giving it a firm shake.

“Sean MacGuire.. but the ladies call me the Irish Terrier. If ya know what I mean.” He flaunts, seeming proud of that title. You hadn’t a god damn clue on what that meant, but his laughter was contagious, causing you to chuckle lightly, of which Sean points out in a teasing manner. “Hadn’t a clue mountains could laugh.” He lets go of your hand and playfully backhands you in the chest.

You weren’t sure why Sean was being so polite with you. You weren’t used to it whatsoever. You were scary and fucked up to the highest caliber. And yet, here Sean is. Not only relentlessly teasing you, but actually conversing. That’s more than you could say for most people around camp.

Your dynamic was a strange one. Sean could talk so much that it would make anyone want to tear their ears off by hand. You talked so little that your presence would easily be forgotten, had you not been built like a brick shithouse.

He often spoke up for you. You kept your head down and stayed silent at almost any instance of judgement or staring. Sean, however, wouldn’t have that. It was like a chihuahua standing up for a great dane. Amusing, yet not exactly effective.

He would go on and on and on, for hours if he could, blatantly threatening and causing a ruckus on anyone who stared. He didn’t quite understand your distaste for leaving camp, but he sure tried. His bickering often ended up with you having to stand up for him without a word. Towering over him and staring down at whomever Sean picked a fight with was more than enough.

“Serves ‘em right. Oughta carve their eyes from their sockets for starin’, I will. They don’t got a clue on ya, lad. Taller than the Heavens above, ya are but yer a damn sweetheart.” Sean huffs as he folds his arms over his chest, turning to look up at you instead of the person you scared shitless.

You could feel your cold heart melt just a bit at that. You were scary. You’d been through more than even you could comprehend. Yet Sean saw through all of that. He saw the man who liked to draw in his journal or embroider patterns onto patches of cloth. He saw the man that would drop off random flowers for him without batting an eye.

You chuckle as you push the brim of his hat down over his eyes, causing him to scoff and lift it back up. You only had him to thank for pulling you out of your shell as much as he has– even if it’s nowhere near enough to make a difference to anyone else.

The two of you acted on the other’s behalf should either not be able to do something. For him, it was speaking up for you. For you, it was picking up his slack. You loved him, but he was damn lazy. Despite that, you enjoyed helping out. Especially when your efforts were paid in cheek kisses..and maybe a couple dollars.

He was overconfident in his abilities, though you didn’t humble him. Instead, you silently taught him how to shoot better. Pressing your hands on different parts of his body and forcing him to straighten out. Unfortunately, he struck two of six bottles.

Instead of being disappointed like anyone normally would, he seemed prideful and arrogant. Impressed with himself for even getting that. His antics amused you, as much as you cared for him. You were starting to consider that maybe, gang life wouldn’t be so bad with him around. Now all that’s left to do is plan for the upcoming trip to Rhodes.

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Thank you for the request !! this was a really cute prompt !! :3 I hope you like it !!

#rdr2 x male reader #rdr2 x reader #sean macguire #Sean macguire x male reader #Sean macguire x reader

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can I have an imagine where it’s set in the Steve x singlemom!reader, they just bring home the new baby and daughter is very upset and thinks you guys will forget about her and she tries to run away to Joyce and Hopper’s? Packed with all the usual stuff a kid would pack, a stuffie, coloring books, crayons and maybe a change of clothes? 😂 and Reader and Steve feel terrible for making their baby girl feel so unloved, if you could, make it kinda angsty, but end it fluffy? I’m so sorry this is so long 😭

Omg poor little baby girl 😭 also, if you haven’t read the latest full length fic that describes the pregnancy journey with baby #2, oldest girl is now Abbie and baby is Arabella. Just to make things less confusing. For the sake of this story, let’s pretend that they live in the neighborhood of Hopper and Joyce because she ends up there lol

Anyway, to the angst!

It’d only been a week since you’d brought Arabella home from the hospital.

People weren’t kidding when they said how big of an adjustment it was to go from one kid to two. It was rough.

But things had just went from rough to absolutely, catastrophically bad.

“Steve, I can’t find Abbie anywhere!”

You raced into the nursery where he was feeding Arabella in her rocking chair and he looked up, panic immediately contorting his face.

“What do you mean you can’t find her?”

“I mean, I’ve looked everywhere for her and I can’t find her.”

He stood, accidentally knocking the nipple of the bottle out of Arabella’s mouth causing her to fuss.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he murmured, placing it properly back in her mouth.

He followed you, hungry baby still in his arms as you led him towards her room.

“I checked her room, the bathroom, our bedroom and bathroom, downstairs. Hell I even checked the closets! I was hoping she might be with you in the nursery.”

Steve shook his head.

“I haven’t seen her in hours.”

“Hours. Oh my god,” you felt faint, “How long have I not noticed that she was missing? What if something awful happened to her?”

“Don’t panic,” he assured you, “Why don’t you go check the front yard and I’ll go check the back yard? She’s probably just outside playing.”

“Okay, good idea,” you nodded, not having considered that possibility.

You flung the front door open and went and checked the yard. You looked high and low, even checked behind bushes and trees, but there was no Abbie.

“Any luck?” you asked, quickly growing frantic again when you met Steve inside.

His serious face made you aware that he’d had no luck either.

“We gotta call Hopper,” you said, rushing to the phone.

Before you had a chance to pick up and dial, the phone rang. You grabbed it up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s Hopper.”

“Oh good, I was just about to call you. Listen, Abbie’s missing.”

“About that,” he said, “She’s here.”

“Here? Here where?”

“Over here at me and Joyce’s house.”

You sank in relief, clutching the wall to keep you upright.

“What is she doing there?!”

“She said she ran away from home.”

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. We’ll be right there to get her.”

“Take your time. We’ll take good care of her, I promise.”

When you hung up, you turned to Steve’s expectant face.

“She’s at Joyce and Hopper’s.”

“What’s she doing there?” he asked, just as you had moments before.

“Hopper said she told them she ran away from home.”

He sighed, eyes closing, relief washing over his face.

“Let me finish feeding her,” he nodded to Arabella, “And then the three of us can go get her.”

•

It wasn’t a long walk to the Hopper household. Thankfully so since your three year old had walked all the way there by herself.

“Abbie!” you exhaled, rushing towards her when you stepped inside.

“Mommy!” she ran into your arms.

“Sweetheart, don’t ever do anything like that again, okay? You scared me and daddy to pieces.”

“I sowwy,” she frowned, hugging your neck.

Arabella was asleep in Steve’s arms, but he bent towards Abbie carefully to not to wake the infant.

“Why did you run away from home?”

“Cause mommy and daddy like Bewwa more den me.”

Abbie had a hard time pronouncing her sister’s name so she called her Bella, in her own little kid talk.

“You fowget bout me,” she frowned, lower lip trembling.

“Oh honey. We don’t love anyone more than you. We love you and Arabella equally,” you said.

“We could never forget about you princess,” Steve said, tapping her nose with a finger, making her smile a bit, “It’s just hard because Arabella is little and needs help with things that you as a big girl can do yourself.”

“Like eat and sit by yourself and you don’t wear diapers anymore like your sister does,” you pointed out.

“I big girl,” she nodded.

“Then why don’t you come to us if you’re feeling lonely, next time okay?” Steve said, “Besides, you can be mommy and daddy’s little helper and help with Arabella. How about that?”

She smiled, bending over to kiss Arabella sweetly on the head.

“Otay.”

You straightened, seeing Joyce and Hopper come into the room, having given you the space your family needed to settle the matter.

“Imagine how surprised I was when the doorbell rang and I found her on our doorstep,” Hopper laughed.

“Here’s the backpack she brought with her too,” Joyce opened it so you could see inside.

Inside, Abbie had packed her bunny stuffie, a coloring book, crayons and a change of clothes. You chuckled at your daughter’s insight. She was way too smart for her own good.

“Thank you for taking care of her,” you thanked them, taking her backpack and picking Abbie up in your arms.

“I not gonna run away again,” Abbie told them firmly.

“I’m gonna stay home and be da best big seester ever.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things angst #stranger things fluff

[avionvadion]

One, really love the drabble regarding El and Lucifer. Especially since you can tell Lucifer is struggling to stay in the moment, but Elanora is doing a pretty good job keeping him grounded in reality. Which works out in his favor because that actively lets him start writing the letter instead of giving up before he even starts.

Two, I admit it. Whilst I know the circumstances probably won't let it happen, I can totally see El joining in on Ellie and Charlie's duet during "You Didn't Know" (maybe she was dragged along so she can guilt trip the higher ups of Heaven lol) because sure, she may not be able to come up with lyrics on the spot, but I can see her being able to join in on that sort of thing. And, well, considering everything revealed at Heaven El would be justified in getting a bit angry at Sera alongside Ellie and Charlie-

Alsjslsjlaksks thank youuuu! 💕💕💕

I struggled so hard trying to write Lucifer a song. El was going to sing a song that followed the line of “trust me” but I couldn’t find one outside of FnaF and Jungle Book (oh the irony there) before scrolling through my old middle school Sound Cloud playlist and was like, wait. Holy frick. Lost Within fits Luci so well???? And thus that happened, lol.

Anyways! Sorry. I ramble.

Luci’s brain is so scrambled, he needs someone to pull him back sometimes. I imagine there ends up being a few moments when he and El are together and he starts to get so distant it actually starts to scare her, and she ends up grabbing his arm- surprising him and snapping him out of his spiraling mind- to make sure he doesn’t just… disappear.

And for sure El would go with them. Charlie will be using her to be like, “All the Sinners at the hotel have been protecting this poor, innocent soul that was wrongly summoned to Hell! She’s been helping me redeem them, one step at a time!”

Heaven is absolutely going to lose their shit because WHAT DO YOU MEAN A HUMAN WAS SUMMONED INTO HELL!??? Emily would be ecstatic while Sera is just… no longer functioning.

They probably try to convince her to stay in Heaven instead since she’s so “pure hearted” or whatever and it’d be safer for her, but El is like, “Haha sorry I promised Lucifer a thing so I gotta stay” and they’re like “LUCIFER!??? WHAT PROMISE!???” “Ah, well, he said he’d protect me if I give him advice about some stuff and I kinda gotta be in Hell for that…” and Adam just fucking loses it. “BITCH YOU’RE STAYING IN HELL FOR THAT FUCKING LOSER???” “That loser’s ex wife used to be YOUR wife, dude” “SHUT THE FUCK UP, STAY IN HELL. HOPE YOU DIE TOMORROW AND TURN INTO A DEMON SO I CAN EXTERMINATE YOU NEXT WEEK”

(Adam immediately gets smacked upside the head by Sera)

I think by that point in time, El has been in Hell for so long she can participate in songs- but she can’t burst out singing with one of her own. Also maybe her relationship with Lucifer comes into a play a bit, since he’s magic (ancient magic, specifically) and… well…

Being repeatedly exposed to magic would certainly start letting one be affected by it, right? Haha… ha… ahem. Maybe she isn’t wholly human anymore after a while. El may not have fallen or died, but giving oneself to the literal King of Hell, former archangel or not, isn’t about to let you stay Human. 👀

Anyways. Yeah. El would be pissed and would probably throw shade at the angel council that, while Hell may be full of horrors, the people there are at least honest- something Angels are supposed to be- and have gone out of their way to make her feel welcome, whereas Heaven is full of hypocrites and assholes like Adam who just make her uncomfortable.

“If Hell is forever then Heaven must be a lie! If Angels can do whatever and remain in the sky!” Ellie hops up on the table behind Emily and Charlie. “The rules are shades of gray, when you don’t do as you say! When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again!”

Hell is Forever is such a freaking bop though oh my gods. You Didn’t Know a masterful reprise of it.

I’m obsessed with Loser, Baby though. It’s so swingy and jazzy and UGH. It’s so good.

#hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel #Avion answers #hazbin hotel spoilers

[jadeslashes]

OOOOOHHHHH HIIIII OKOKOK ever since Singularity was released I've been so in love oh my god monster fuckers unite

Could we maybe have something with yandere Hux? There's a new survivor (gn reader) and something just snaps in Hux and it just has the need to like own the reader. Whatever it has to do to get the reader, it will do it.

Let's say that the Entity wouldn't allow that. So during matches, Hux gets the other 3 survivors out of the way so it can get some time with the reader. And may Entity have mercy on any unfortunate soul who tries to get between Hux and the reader.

Ofc totally fine if you don't want to write this!! Thank you for your time ilysm!!

✩ pairing: the singularity x gn!survivor!reader.

✩ warnings: yan stuff, slight descriptions of gore & violence (the singularity’s mori), nsfw; mdni. specific tw’s under the cut.

✩ note: MONSTER FUCKERS UNITE thank you sm for this request it’s like exactly what i was hoping for when i made the post saying i write for hux now!! also it got a little nsfw at the end i hope it’s okay w you👉👈 i had sm fun writing this, sorry it got a little long.

✩ tw: smutty implications but no detail (do lmk if you want a part two w those details though🫣).

this amalgamation of flesh and metal had a very limited spectrum of emotions, and in terms of the humans it was only more limited; only experiencing disdain and the acute awareness of superiority in the presence of them

seeing you was like finding yet another alien crystal that granted hux a new set of emotions and awareness, something that the half-human-half-machine was not meant to feel

it wasn’t love, a creature like hux could never comprehend such a primitive and all-too-human emotion like that

it was something similar, though; need, an intense need

but that word didn’t quite encompass the feeling either

it confused hux, maybe even scared it

maybe the human components of hux’s body were taking their toll, giving hux the primitive human qualities that it hated

this was something that hux needed to overcome and get to the end of, and the only way to do that was to follow through, let this feeling lead hux so that it could end it

but in a trial with three varmints getting in its way, bringing all four survivors—and most importantly, you—closer and closer to escaping hux’s clutches, it wouldn’t be so easy

in its computer brain, it deduced that the quickest and most efficient way was to get rid of the other three, get you alone

one by one you’d hear the screams of your fellow survivors in the distance, paired with the unforgiving and impersonal voice of hux

“it will be fast, possibly painless”

none of them standing a chance against hux and it’s determination to get them out of its way

and by the end, it’s all too quiet out, and you’d have to be beyond lucky to get the remaining generators working in time to escape unharmed

making your way around the map, desperate to find the hatch—your last hope—you come across the sprawled and unmoving bodies of one, two and three of the other survivors

their faces utterly decimated, hardly human anymore, now just the viscera that made them up before

you were alone, and seeing your dead friends with melted faces brought you to one conclusion; that you were staring death in the face, and the same thing that happened to them would inevitably happen to you

the mechanical sound of hux stepping toward you solidified it

now that you were standing right in front of hux, completely at its mercy, it realized it still didn’t exactly know what it singled you out for, what it’d do when it got to this point

the machine’s hesitation, although short, gave you time to admire its mangled form, beautiful in a way

overcome with that feeling of obsession, hux just kept following the same instinct that brought the two of you here

maybe it was another fault of hux’s human components, a driving force that couldn’t be comprehended by such a superior computer brain

it was biological, a desire coming from the weak, needy flesh that hux had sculpted itself with

in such a primal, depraved state, the machine realized what it had done all of this for; what it needed

hux needed to own and claim you

in hux’s unrelenting grasp, you try to wiggle to free yourself

“squirm, little worm”

˗ˏˋ ꩜ :: THX 4 READING.

#the singularity x reader #dbd x reader #hux a7 13 x reader

[rath00ker]

Random Yuu ideas (that maybe someone can write as little fanfics or headcannons (I’m too scared to ask someone to write these)) tag me if you use them

Yuu buts he’s just a stupid hypersexual idiot (think Denji from chainsaw man) and he just says the most unhinged horny thing ever spoken by a person at the most random times

Yuu but their basically just Power from chainsaw man. A rude, nasty, very prideful idiot who thinks she’s smart. Probably isn’t human and doesn’t understand emotion very well

A Yuu who’s just a complete airhead no idea what’s going on at any moment of any day but can say the most groundbreaking question rising philosophical discovery, once in a blue moon. Basically Yuu is an idiot with poetic rizz that makes everyone question if their actually smart or not

Yuu who’s also a complete airhead but everything just goes right for them. Like they could walk through a busy street blindfolded and god will pull any amount of bullshit so they are unharmed

Child Yuu going trick or treating and with full confidence tells the person offering them candy that they love them instead of trick or treat. Like they have the right idea just not the right execution 

(Specifically Aimed for the octo trio) Yuu with mastery over Hydro kinesis somewhat like Lapis from Steven universe

Child Yuu who has Makima’s powers and is lowkey scary as hell but is also in love with super cute stuff like my little pony and hello kitty

Yuu who has a strange magic that lets them catch on fire without being harmed. I mean this literally too. They just catch on fire at will and aren’t harmed by their own fire.

 Yuu who can turn themself invisible and pass through walls. They get known for popping up behind people out of nowhere and scaring the shit out of everyone at random times. Their just really quiet

Yuu who is like this monster of man. Very tall and big with a mask covering his face due to a fire injury so he can’t really talk. Everyone thinks he’s very serious and scary but he’s actually just really nervous around people. I think it’d be funny for everyone to realize the guy they thought was this scary and threatening person is scared of someone like Sebek and Riddle because they are loud

Yuu who is the inbodyment of that one friend you don’t talk to for two months and when you do the craziest shit known to man happened to them. They just disappear for two weeks and come back like “I almost got killed by the mafia” but their just so nonchalant about it like this is the most normal thing that has ever happened to them 

Yuu who would rather eat glass than open up to other people (they like me fr)

Yuu who just doesn’t show up to school. No knows where this bitch is 99 percent of the time other than Malleus and Grim.

(Pacifically for book three) Yuu is just overjoyed that Grim won’t be at the dorm til late at night and just starts fucking cheering. They are skipping out of the Mostro Lounge giggling after hearing they won’t have to deal with Grim for five hours out of the day.

Yuu who is a stoner and hasn’t been sober since they got to twisted wonderland (their coping)

(In a genderbent au) one of the girls of the school have a crush on male Yuu and he’s just like “uhhhh that’s great and all…..I’m gay”

That’s all I got….uhhhhh enjoy ig

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland riddle #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #twisted wonderland cater #cater diamond #deuce spade #ace trappola #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #twst yuu

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Longass for the nights and days of life Chapter Eight RAGE Notes

I had a LOT of strong opinions on this one, babes. Oh ho boy it’s time. 

-I thought the Olangi were absorbed into the Omaticaya and not other plains clans, I wonder if there’s a particular reason they weren’t in this fic… I'm always suspicious of every decision Lottie makes.

-Tonowari getting an invite to this gathering from Jake: nah.

-Listened to Cover Me In Sunshine on repeat reading this. That’s what Spider and Ninat were singing, I don’t make the rules. 

-Jake fighting the English innuendo has to be every Na’vi hearing him speaking Na’vi every day. He has to be fucking it up in a way that makes it dirty some of the time.

-The heard stuff has me like, on the edge, I think it means some shit.

-The absolutely hilarious idea of Jake and Neytiri keeping maskless-only-human-left Spider around and thinking no one is gonna question it is so fucking funny to me. I also love them keeping their GOD CHILDREN secret. EYWA IS THEIR GOD WHO IS GOING AGAINST THIS? Like, if literally God blessed me with kids in an obvious miracle way to people that all super believe in God I’d be like, so this happened. Crazy right? Anyway- I also love that they didn’t discuss it beforehand, like they just figured it’d all be literally fine. They are so goofy and fucking stupid as fuck.

-Spider giving Neteyam bits of fruit makes me want to die! That’s aDORABLE! He is a PROTECTIVE older brother. They are not going to survive his kidnapping.

-Neytiri really came for Neteyam’s ass with that intro. "Here is my brave, cool, son, and my loser son who can't say hi."

-Ah, it’s because the Olangi are our dissenters it seems. I also really like this idea of an anniversary mourning period, I haven’t seen that yet. Every time I see a new idea in this fandom I get hard as a rock (figuratively), like I didn't even tHINK of this concept and I thought we were running out of new ideas.

-Love Jake public speaking king. I always forget he is a natural born leader and speaker.

-We love an Eytukan spirit tree moment. Although, now that I'm thinking about it, he may be the character that means the least to me.

-For some reason I cackled at Jake “the fire is too hot on my legs, Neytiri!” Sully.

-INFORMATIVE AND EYEOPENING IS THE WORST THING TO SAY EVER ABOUT SOMETHING THAT WASN’T A FULL LECTURE, THAT MEANS U HATED IT AND YOU’VE BECOME A WORSE PERSON BECAUSE OF IT. This man Tsantu is a school shooter that everyone saw coming.

-Lol Jake and Neytiri both feeling wary around Tsantu because he’s just them if they didn’t find each other to heal for. I am laughing through my tears. It's a great in depth character analysis though. Usually, I hate the concept of healing for each other, and I hate how much I adore codependency, but if you think about it all Na'vi are pretty codependent with their mates. Jake and Neytiri though? They are a whole 'nother level. They built their second chances on each other. Without the other they don't have the life they have, and they functionally have nothing to live for.

-Lol maybe he won’t assassinate someone and instead will be fixed by fucking Peyral. 

-I didn’t ask this before, but MOE?? WHY IS HIS NAME MOE. IT MAKES ME LAUGH EVERY TIME I READ IT, I AM PICTURING ONE OF THOSE TERRIBLE HIPPIE GUYS ON SURVIVOR.

-Yeah, nope, we are still scared of Tsantu. He’s still school shooter vibes. 

-Ah yup, there he goes, time to murder a whole family?? Sure that’ll fix it all buddy. Eywa knows and that’s why you haven’t seen ur mate, psycho. A lot of people have lost people and haven’t tried to murder families, my guy. 

-LOL FAMILY ANNIHILATORS FEAR ONE MAN AND ONE MAN ONLY, AND IT’S SPIDER SULLY. HE MAY NOT BE ABLE TO COUNT BUT HE’LL STOP A FAMILY ANNIHILATOR IN HIS TRACKS. 

-Lol I get the point but to say this shit to Neytiri of all people is batshit. She has lost literally so much, I was waiting for her to be like “Hey, my sister was murdered in front of me, then my entire home was burned down and my father and my best friend died in front of me as well, what more do you need me to loose until we’re even buddy? Murder all three of my children and my mate and then we are good?? This isn’t the grief olympics, man. We aren’t competing.”

-Tbh they are all being A LITTLE FUCKING GENEROUS with this guy imo. I have always been of the mindset that trauma is a reason and not an excuse. This dude attempted to kill an entire family. Three children. Babies. The only reason he didn’t is because one kid woke up. He is not the first or the last person to have lost family, lost a spouse, lost a child, or even to have witnessed this specific loss personally. He’s not the first person to have wanted someone else to feel that pain with him. But making the decision to cause that same pain, attempting that, that’s unforgivable to me. That makes you no better than the person that did that to you. Idk man maybe it doesn’t fit here, but that’s my continuous domestic abuse argument. “Oh, he was abused too,” well, that makes it even worse to me that he knows what it feels like and still actually went to go cause that same feeling for someone else. It’s disrespectful to those who have been through the same trauma and don’t repeat the cycle. Anyways. No justice for Tsantu. Throw him to the wolves. Jail for attempted child murder? He also did assault a kid. The last fic I read with this premise only Jake was attacked (although much more successfully) and when I tell you the attacker was given the death penalty I am not joking. Forgiving this guy alone is crazy (although I understand the investment in moving on, and improving and being better than those who hurt us), bUT TO MAKE HIM AN AMBASSADOR?? Jesus fuck, I might as well hire a bank robber to be my accountant. How can we trust this aTTEMPTED CHILD MURDERER with any ambassador position on Pandora, after this he wouldn’t be allowed within 300 feet of schools. 

-Neteyam being shy and Spider being a clown is ADORABLE.

-BOB TRIPPING AND JAKE LAUGHING AT HIM IS SENDING ME. I'M WAITING FOR THE DAY THE FICS BECOME LIKE ROUGE ONE FICS WHERE K2S0 IS JUST A REALLY TALL AND UNEMOTIONAL GUY. BOB IS JUST A BIG GUY WITH A SKIN CONDITION WHO IS JAKE'S BEST FRIEND.

-SWAPPING KIDS MID FLIGHT, HILARIOUS AND CRAZY.

-I loved the repeated family version of the toruk chase, almost the same ending but with the kids laughing instead. It’s like they’re all having their out of danger relief moment, and this time Jake and Neytiri are the adults and seeing first hand how bonkers they were lol.

#i hope you enjoy queen #jake sully #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #spider sully #tonowari #ninat #neteyam sully #peyral #bob the ikran #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #fic recs #melissa og #melissa on avatar (cameron) #melissa is an english major

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DARK FATE Vol.2 Chapter of the First Quarter [TRACK 2]

Original title: 月食の予感

Source: Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE Vol. 1 Chapter of the First Quarter

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Katsuyuki Konishi, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Hirakawa Daisuke & Takashi Kondou

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Track 2: Premonition of the Lunar Eclipse

The scene starts in the limousine. 

Kanato: Pwaah…

*Rustle* 

Kanato: I cannot believe all of you were having so much fun while I was still sound asleep…You should have woken me up…

Reiji: I fail to understand the ‘fun’ part about what we just discussed…

Ayato: Well, it was pretty funny to see Chichinashi piss her pants over some Wolves…

Laito: Exactly. Maybe she has gotten used to living with us, but as of late, she hasn't been getting scared at all no matter what we say or do. 

Kanato: My thoughts exactly. I also…Fufu…Fufufu…would have loved to join in on the fun of seeing you tremble with fear. 

Subaru: Even though your faces don’t look anythin’ alike…I guess the three of you truly are triplets, huh? 

Shuu: Ridiculous…I can’t believe I’m repeatedly being woken up over this bullshit. Pwaah…I’m sleepy. 

Kanato: By the way, Shuu, did you happen to head out last night? I believe I saw you leave the manor. 

Shuu: Yeah…I had some minor business to take care of. 

Reiji: Did Father say anything of importance? 

Laito: Did he spout his usual nonsense? 

Shuu: You sound very excited about it, Laito. Why don’t you go in my place next time? 

Laito: Nfu~ I will kindly decline your offer. I believe the honor of being able to go meet that guy every now and then goes to you, the eldest son. 

Ayato: Did the Old Man have somethin’ to complain ‘bout again? Is it the South Pole this time? Or maybe the moon?

Shuu: Well…I doubt I’d have to deliver this message if we could just go to the moon’s surface…The lunar eclipse has begun in the Demon World, you see. 

Kanato: Guess we’ll have to go through that struggle again…

Laito: How many decades has it been? Hmー It feels so long ago, I can barely remember, but I do recall that it was a time with much turmoil. 

You seem curious. 

Ayato: What’s that, Chichinashi? The lunar eclipse in the Demon World is…Ahー I mean, it’s pretty straightforward. We’ve got a moon and a sun in the Demon World as well. So lunar and solar eclipses happen every once in a while too. 

Reiji: Well, that being said, the perception of the sun and moon, as well as the cycle of each period, are vastly different from the human world. In short, the duration of the lunar eclipse is nowhere near the same as it is over here either. 

You ask for more information. 

Shuu: …Aah? You want to know what kind of trouble it brings along? God…Why are you such a troublesome woman? It’s exactly what you think it’d be. A bunch of unusual, annoying stuff happening. 

Kanato: What was it last time? I vaguely recall something bad happening and then one thing led to another…And we were ultimately locked up inside the castle. 

Laito: That woman made a huge deal out of it, did she not? She hated having her freedom restrained more than anything after all. 

Ayato: Aah, I remember now. That hysteric Old Hag was beyond anyone’s control. 

Reiji: So that is what happened…I was staying at the other house at that time, so I had no idea. However, it is rather odd…

Ayato: Hm? What is? 

Reiji: Vampires are easily influenced by the moon by nature. So during the lunar eclipse when the moon is slowly being chipped away at, it is not uncommon for them to act out of character or do something unexpected. However, it appears to be that Cordelia-sama was still her same old self. (1)

Laito: The last time we were still children so we didn’t really pay attention to it, but now that I think back to it…

*Rustle* 

Kanato: She was no different from usual. 

Shuu: Well, I’m sure she was just an exception to the rule. Besides, it’s possible that we simply didn’t realize because she already acted like a freak on a regular basis. 

Kanato: Shuu…I’d appreciate it if you would not talk badly of Mother. 

Shuu: Excuse me? Funny coming from the guy who played a part in her death. 

Laito: To us Vampires, killing someone is the ultimate proof of one’s love for them. No~?

Subaru: Ahーah…Fuck off. This’ll only make things more complicated so you guys should just shut up already.

*Rustle* 

Subaru: Anyway, Shuu. So the only thing the shitty Old Man wanted was to give you a warnin’ ‘bout the upcomin’ lunar eclipse? 

Shuu: Well, yeah. Also, he said that the eclipse would be somewhat different from usual this time around. 

You mention that an eclipse is coming in the human world as well.

Shuu: Exactly. It just so happens that the eclipse in the Demon World will partially overlap with the one here in the human world. 

Subaru: So is there anythin’ we should do? 

Shuu: Beats me. Well, he went on to explain a bunch of things, but in the end it was mostly just a warning. 

Subaru: That’s all!? 

Shuu: His irrational fear of the lunar eclipse has me puzzled. Honestly, it’s honestly scary how he seems to be so terrified of it. 

Reiji: Father must have had some sort of premonition. 

Ayato: And what would that be? 

Laito: Right. I don’t really understand, so I feel like he might just be scheming something instead.

Kanato: Last time he went on about ‘bad people’ being set free, right?

Subaru: Bad people…? Hah! I can’t believe there’s a bigger evil than us out there. 

You warn them.

Shuu: Aah…? ‘Be careful’? It feels kind of odd having you tell us that. Well, if we’re talking about being cautious, I think you should be the one keeping your guard up. The chances of something happening to you are much higher after all.

Laito: Yup, exactly~ Knowing Bitch-chan, she might just attract some random guy and get herself duped~

Ayato: You seem pretty happy about that.

Laito: Nfu~ Not at all! I’m super duper worried, you see? Despite what you may believe~

Kanato: Being the idiot and slowpoke she is, I would not put it past her. …Regardless, when something bad actually does happen, she makes a big drama out of it.

Subaru: We won’t die so easily anyway, but you be careful, ‘kay? …Not that I care or anythin’...

Reiji: Indeed. Right now, caution is key. After all, you could be considered ‘one of us’ by this point. You understand what I’m trying to say, right? 

You seem confused. 

Ayato: …You smell. From a mile away. Even though you’re not a Vampire yourself, you’ve still got our scent on you.

The car comes to a halt. 

Shuu: Pwaah…We’ve arrived? Haah…Good grief. I suppose I’ll go for another nap on the rooftop. 

Shuu leaves the car and heads towards the building. 

Reiji: Good grief…That deadbeat…

Ayato: Ahー What a drag! It doesn’t make sense for Vampires like us to have to deal with this shit, does it?

Subaru: As much as I hate to say this, I gotta agree with you on that one. 

They head towards the school building as well. 

Laito: Bitch-chan~! Come on, let’s go to school. You love the classroom, don’t you? 

Kanato: …What’s wrong? You seem a little out of it. 

Laito: Could it be…Bitch-chan, are you a little scared after everything we talked about earlier? Fufu…In that case…I suppose everything went according to my plan~

Laito suddenly pins you down. 

*Rustle* 

*Thud* 

Laito: Hah…Hey? Let me confirm whether you are actually scared or not?

You question how he will do that.

Laito: Eh~? I’ll easily be able to tell once I touch you…Haah…

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito: Mmh…

*Smooch* 

Laito: Nn…Haah~ 

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito: I don’t know whether you’re aware or not but…Whenever a living being feels scared or threatened, it skyrockets their desire to leave behind offspring. 

You frown. 

Laito: Do you understand what I’m trying to say…? Hahn…

*Smooch* 

Laito: Ah…Fufufu~ So you know…I’d love to confirm whether that applies to you as well, Bitch-chan~ …In other words, this is basically a biology lesson. Well then, reveal the truth to me…

Kanato runs up to the two of you.

*Thud* 

Kanato: Excuse me!? It’s not fair that you get to have all the fun, Laito! Could you please refrain from touching her without my permission!? 

Laito: Hm~? …Kanato-kun, I didn’t know you were still around! Perfect timing! Let’s give her a medical checkup together!

Kanato: …!? With you…!? 

Laito: Yup, exactly! Doesn’t that sound fun? 

Kanato: …Fine. I suppose it sounds more fun than going to the classroom. 

*Rustle* 

Kanato: However! She belongs to me, so I won’t let you do with her as you please!

Kanato gets in the car as well.

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito: …Woah there, Bitch-chan! Calm down! 

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito: Kanato-kun…I’ll keep her legs pinned down, so could you take care of those flailing arms? 

*Rustle* 

Kanato: Ugh…Behave already. Even a limousine is pretty cramped inside. 

They both restrain you together. 

Laito: Fufufu~ What a lovely position you’re in. …Well then, let’s start by taking off your shoes and socks.

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito: I suppose I’ll punish these feisty feet that were trying to kick me earlier~

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: …Nfu~ They give off your lovely scent. Mm…

*Sniff* 

Laito: Haah~ I can’t get enough…It’s the fragrance of delicious blood. Mmh…

*Smooch*

Laito: Nn…Mmh…Fufu…~ 

*Rustle* 

Laito: Are you embarrassed? 

You nod. 

Laito: Why of course you are. Not only did I kiss your bare feet, but just like this…

*Sluuuuuurp*

Laito: Haahn…Mmh…I’m licking them as well. 

*Rustle* 

Kanato: Hey, you! Don’t get distracted by Laito! You have to look at me!

You look over at Kanato. 

Kanato: Yes…Just like that. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Kanato: Come on, I’ll give you a reward. …Mmh.

*Smooch*

Kanato: You much rather get kissed on the lips, don’t you? Nnh…

Kanato kisses you deeply once more. 

Kanato: See? I can tell you’re enjoying it. Much more than when Laito kisses you. 

*Rustle*

Laito: Nfu~ Geez, Kanato-kun. You’re surprisingly conservative. But I suppose doing this can be nice every once in a while. I mean, before you can get started with any biology class, you need to put your theory to the test, right? Hahn…Mmh…

*Sluuuuuurp*

Laito: Mmh…Nn…

Kanato: Fufu~ Does that hurt? Your face looks like a mess. I can imagine it doesn’t feel very pleasant to have your toes bitten. 

*Rustle*

Kanato: However, mine will hurt even more. 

*Rustle* 

Kanato: Look, right here. I’ll bite down with all my might.

Kanato bites you as well. 

Kanato: Mmh….

*Sluuuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

Kanato: Nn…

*Sluuuuuurp*

Kanato: Hah…

Somebody suddenly opens the door to the limousine.

Ayato: …What the fuck are you bastards doin’...!? 

Laito: Nfu~ Welcome back, Ayato-kun~ 

Ayato: ‘Welcome back’, my ass! 

Ayato grabs you by your arm. 

Ayato: I was wonderin’ what was takin’ you so long, but this is what you’ve been up to, huh? Chichinashi, you really are one hell of a freak, aren’t you? Aah!? 

Laito: Hey, hey, Ayato-kun~! Why don’t the three of us have some fun together then? The best part has yet to come, so you should definitely join in!

Ayato: Fuck off! Shut up! Come on, Chichinashi! We’re leavin’!

*Thud* 

Ayato drags you away.

Laito: (muffled) You’ve forgotten something, Bitch-chan! Your shoes, socks, and bag!

Ayato: You can bring them afterwards! …God. I can’t take my eyes off y’all for two seconds. 

Kanato: (muffled) Uu…Ayato…How could you…I’ll never forgive you!

Ayato: Then don’t, like I give a damn!

*Rustle*

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! Get those legs movin’...!

You explain. 

Ayato: Ah…? You’re dizzy…? Bullshit! Just how much blood did they suck then? Ah…This pisses me off…Why do I have to…

He lifts you into his arms. 

*Rustle* 

Ayato: …go through the trouble of carryin’ you like this? Just know that I’m only doin’ it this once! If you take too long, I feel like those two jerks will corner you again. 

*TIMESKIP*

Ayato enters the infirmary.

*Rattle* 

Ayato: That stupid school doctor…He’s absent again today. 

You tilt your head to the side, asking him how he knows the doctor was absent before. 

Ayato: Aah…? I came here to skip classes yesterday. That’s how I know he was absent yesterday too, that’s all. Got a problem with that? 

He plops you down on one of the beds. 

*Rustle*

*Thud*

Ayato: Why we’re here? You’ve been complainin’ ‘bout painful feet this whole time, remember? I’m gonna disinfect the wounds. …Now show me your feet.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Why do you seem so surprised? 

You seem skeptical.

Ayato: Hah? What do you mean ‘what’s the plan’? Did you hope I had some kind of ulterior motive or somethin’? 

*Rustle*

Ayato: Heeh…I mean, I don’t mind. There’s even a bed here and everything. However, I gotta get rid of all traces of them first.

He disinfects the bite marks. 

*Psh psh* 

Ayato: Don’t make a fuss! It’s your own damn fault for gettin’ caught and allowin’ those fuckers to suck your blood!

*Psh psh* 

*Rustle*

Ayato: Come on! Behave! …Here, your ear too…

*Flap flap flap*

Ayato: …!? What was that…? I sensed a strange presence just now…

*Flap flap flap* 

Ayato: …!? Again…!? Again…Oi, Chichinashi! This way!

He pulls you close. 

*Rustle* 

Ayato: …Oi! Is someone there outside the window!? 

It remains quiet at first. 

Ayato: Answer me…!!

*HOOOOOWL*

Ayato: …!! …What? …Wolves? Could it be those Chichinashi mentioned before? …Fuck! What is goin’ on…? ーー Ugh!

*Rustle* 

Ayato: Oi! Whoever’s there, show yourself!

*Rustle* 

Shuu: Pwaah…

Ayato: …!! Who’s there!? 

Shuu: …God, what’s your problem? I was just having such a nice nap too…

Shuu moves from the bed. 

Ayato: Aah…!? Shuu…!? I thought you were up on the rooftop!? 

He walks over to them. 

Shuu: Pretty rude thing to say when you two came here after me, don’t you think? I changed my mind, that’s all. 

Ayato: …! Fuck…I got scared for nothin’...Don’t fuckin’ jump me like that!

Shuu: Jump you? Heeh…Ayato. You must really be worried about what we talked about in regards to the Old Man earlier. How unexpected. 

Ayato: …!! That’s not it…!!

Shuu: No need to hide it. I mean, I don’t think anyone can blame you for being a little worried when even the Old Man is being cautious about it. 

*Rustle* 

Ayato: Ugh…

Shuu: No point in trying to cover up your concern. …Well, I heard everything you’ve said since entering this room.

Ayato: …!! You bastard…!

Shuu: Hey, you. Aren’t you a lucky one? Even though that guy struggles to be honest with himself, he’s surprisingly nice, so I’m sure he’ll dote on you plenty? 

*Rustle* 

Shuu: …Just as you wish. Hehehe…

Ayato: …! Shut up! I’m no longer disinfectin’ crap! You’re just gonna have to deal with it yourself later! Come on, out of the way, Chichinashi!

Ayato pushes you aside. 

*Thud* 

Shuu: Woah there…

*Rustle* 

Ayato: See you!

Ayato leaves the infirmary. 

*Rattle* 

Shuu: …What was that about? …Oh well, whatever. I guess it’s just puberty getting the best of him. He just doesn’t realize that it’s so crystal clear how he gets worked up whenever somebody teases him about you. I would never run away like that though.

Shuu suddenly pins you down. 

*Rustle* 

Shuu: …What’s with that look on your face? Are you disappointed? Shouldn’t you feel satisfied, knowing Ayato cares so deeply about you? Or perhaps…You won’t be satisfied until you wrap all the men around you around your finger? Haha…Well, I mean, I personally have no issues with a promiscuous woman. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Shuu: I never expected any kind of virtuous attitude from you in the first place. All you need to do is give me your blood, as much as I desire, and whenever I want it. Sucking blood is basically like meal time to us after all. While there’s usually some physical contact as well, it can easily be done without any feelings of love or affection involved. 

*Rustle*

Shuu: So don’t get the wrong idea, okay? Also don’t let it get to your head. It does not mean we love you, simply because we crave your blood. Immature brats such as Ayato might get irritated because they’re incapable of making the distinction, but I’m different…

Shuu bites you. 

*Gulp gulp* 

Shuu: Mmh…Nn…Haah…That’s why I have no issue latching onto your shoulder like this…or even hurting you…Hahn…

*Gulp gulp* 

Shuu: Mmh…Nn…There. Let’s say this makes up for disrupting my sleep earlier. 

He pushes you away.

*Thud*

Shuu: …What’s the matter? Are you in shock because you’ve realized how wrong you’ve been? …Well, I guess that’s not it. If you really misinterpreted our actions this whole time, then all I can do is applaud you for your idiocy. Anyway, I’m going to sleep again, so why don’t you hurry and run after our teenage boy? I’m done with you…

Shuu returns to the bed. 

*Creaaaak* 

Shuu: If you get the message, I don’t want to hear another word from you. Haah…What a drag. 

You hesitate.

Shuu: Tsk…What are you doing? Get out already.

You leave the infirmary. 

*Rattle* 

Shuu: Hm…She left, huh? …

*Rustle* 

Shuu: …What was that presence earlier? It felt weird…But right now it’s gone. Ugh. What a pain. Seems like the Old Man might have been right after all, and something will happen soon. But what could that ‘something’ be…?

*TIMESKIP*

You stumble through the hallway. 

Reiji: …? Is that…?

*Rustle*

Reiji: So it is you after all. What are you doing here during class hours?

You ask Reiji the same question. 

Reiji: Me? I was just on my way to the library because one of the teachers asked me to fetch a couple of documents. 

You nearly collapse but Reiji catches you just on time. 

Reiji: …!? 

*Rustle* 

Reiji: Why are you so shaky on your leーー …Hm? 

*Rustle* 

Reiji: This scent…? …!! Could it be…Did Shuu suck your blood? 

You nod. 

Reiji: Good grief…And look at you now. What exactly happened? Of course, there is no doubt in my mind that you said something stupid again, but I suppose I shall listen to your explanation. 

Now then, why don’t you have a seat on the staircase over there? 

You walk over to the staircase.

Reiji: Here…

*Rustle* 

Reiji: So…What happened? 

You explain. 

Reiji: I see. …He approached you, correct? Well, that is nothing new but…I am somewhat concerned about this ‘strange presence’ you mentioned. Ayato failed to notice that Shuu was sleeping closeby, correct? Since we are siblings, it is simply unthinkable that we would not pick up on each other’s scent or aura. 

*Rustle* 

Reiji: The Lunar Eclipse has already started in the Demon World and soon enough it will start here too. Could it be that we are already starting to feel the effects of it? ーー Hm? You. Keep still, okay?

Reiji wipes off some of the blood on your shoulder.

Reiji: If you walk around with blood still dribbling down your skin like this, you are basically asking to lure in other Vampires. 

*Rustle* 

Reiji: Even I am feeling a little lightheaded at the moment due to the scent of your blood. I doubt my other brothers - who have shown very little signs of self-restraint - would be able to pass up on the temptation. 

*Rustle*

Reiji: …Hm? It won’t stop bleeding yet. Just look at how much is on the handkerchief already. Haah…I suppose I have no other choice…

*Rustle* 

Reiji: Seems like I will have to stop it directly using my mouth. …Come on now, keep still. Hahn…

*Gulp gulp* 

Reiji: It still gushes out…

*Gulp gulp* 

Reiji: Hah…Let’s see if that did the trick.

*Rustle* 

Reiji: Seems like it’s gotten a bit better. ーー As you should be aware by now, our saliva is special. It is capable of closing up a human’s wounds almost instantly. Of course, it would fail to have its desired effect when the injury is simply too deep. 

Well then, how do you feel now?

You thank him.

Reiji: No, you are welcome. I got to have a taste of your blood, so I suppose you could say it was an equal exchange. Well then, I must be on my way to take care of business now.

You get up.

Reiji: You should return to your classroom. 

You start walking away.

Reiji: Right, before I forget. You probably should not venture off on your own on the way back home. For some reason…I have a bad hunch.

You frown.

Reiji: While you are technically still ‘human’, you might as well be considered one of us at this point. You should not forget that.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) It is actually not surprising that Cordelia was not affected by the lunar eclipse, or reacted to it in a different way. While in the earlier games, we thought that she was half-Vibora and half-Vampire, in Dark Fate it is revealed that she is half-Vibora and half-Founder, therefore not suffering from the same symptoms as pureblood or half-blood Vampires do in regards to the eclipse.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd

[rpmemes-galore]

kitchen nightmares, uncensored ... sentence starters

tw: swearing. lots of swearing change pronouns / wording as needed

“Wow.”

“Dreadful.”

“It’s bland.”

“What a shame.”

“Alright, enjoy...”

“That is hideous.”

“Want me to take it?”

“My god, it gets worse.”

“Damn, he’s observant!”

“Look at that. that is gross.”

“Oh my god, he is a mess.”

“Shit, what happened there?”

“Have a taste of that, please.”

“They don’t want me in there.”

“That is a fucking health hazard.”

“Wow, why is this so depressing?”

“Mush, disgusting, and just dreadful.”

“If somebody comes, I can see them!”

“I’m not gonna touch it with my finger.”

“You can’t food have tasting like that...”

“I’m gonna, like, go at his throat today.”

“It’d be nice to know what’s inside them.”

“Chimichanga? Chimi-chuck it in the bin.”

“What is he saying about our stuff, now?”

“Alright, enough, we need to calm it down.”

“The food is consistent... consistently poor.”

“Maybe this’ll be the one. Maybe this’ll be it.”

“What, do you want a fight? A confrontation?”

“I’ll bypass that, otherwise I’ll need a bypass.”

“Don’t sweat it, do what you guys normally do.”

“Who is he, a fucking health department critic?”

“It’s raw. Almost have to stick a knife it it to kill it.”

“I don’t know if I should laugh or cry. Which one?”

“All of a sudden you’ve got this level of concern?”

“I just think that it can all be improved immensely.”

“I’m not scared of them, and I’m not scared of you.”

“Last night, he ran up to every table and went, ‘I’m Nino!’”

“Yeah, I’ll fuck with you, who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I want you to be honest with yourself and stop fucking around.”

“It’s like someone’s dropped sliced onions into boiling dishwater.”

“That’s the wedding soup? Jesus, I’d rather get fucking divorced.”

“I didn’t have the formal training, but I like to think I can hold my own.”

“You knew it was wrong, you told them, but no one’s listening to you?”

#kitchen nightmares quotes #rp meme #sentence starters

[syoish]

TEN SECONDS - EREN/READER

I haven't posted about it on here because I'm SHY ABOUT THIS SHIT but I started posting the Attack on Titan Eren/Reader fic that I've been working on for the last few months.

It's kinda a coming of age fic about asexuality, overcoming past trauma, and going through the motions of getting better. Writing it was a really personal experience and I'm extremely proud of it.

Chapter 6/16 was posted this morning.

It's prewritten and I post a new chapter every day

PREVIEW BELOW THE CUT:

It starts at the end.

With the soft thud of your last moving box meeting the worn carpet floor in your new bedroom.

You can hear your new roommate down the hall in the kitchen, shuffling things around to make space for you in one of the cupboards.

Not that you have much, anyway. It’d been too much of a scramble when you were packing so all you’d really managed to shove into your beat-up minivan were the essentials. You try not to think about the things you forgot, but it’s impossible not to. Especially as your eyes move around the pathetic collection of mismatched boxes surrounding you.

The TV.

Your bookshelf.

The printer.

It’s all stupid things. Material things that you shouldn’t be upset you had to leave behind, but you can’t help the empty feeling that you get when you think about them. You tried to remember what your mom had told you on the phone two nights ago. Your mom. Because she was the only one you could turn to even though you’re supposed to be an adult that can handle yourself just fine.

'Don’t worry about the physical things.' Her muffled voice had come through your phone as you pressed it tightly against your ear, holding your hand to your mouth to hold back a choked sob. 'We can figure all of that out after. Just think about if you actually want to be there or not.'

You hadn’t. 

Not for a long time.

But leaving someone who’d been tied to your life for almost seven years wasn’t easy.

Even though it happened less than 24 hours ago, everything was still such a blur. You feel yourself forgetting bits and pieces of it and you’re scared. Scared for what forgetting means. Scared that if you forget too much… you’ll go back.

You force yourself to remember everything you can. Force yourself not to forget.

'You’re not that brave, stop pretending you are! This is an act that you’ll snap out of!'

'I can’t live without you!! You can’t leave me alone like this!'

'I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I’m sorry, I’ll stop just please don’t leave you can’t leave!!'

'NO ONE IS GOING IN OR OUT OF THIS DOOR!'

You swallow a lump in your throat as your hand reflexively moves to your bruised wrist. The clear purple imprints against it. Your fingers brush softly across the bruises. You push down against them, out of a sadistic desire to feel something. The dull pain slowly makes its way up your arm as your ears ring. You press harder. Harder.

Harder.

And then you drop your hands and tug your sleeve down to cover the marks.

Your roommate moves into the doorway. “The cupboard next to the fridge is empty.” She tells you.

“Thanks.” You reply.

“No problem.”

Then there’s silence.

Even though you go to the same university, you hadn’t met Mikasa Ackerman until a few hours ago when you were downstairs with your shitty old van packed with all your belongings.

You’d found her roommate wanted ad the night before and thankfully, even though you were desperate for anything, what she was looking for seemed to fit:

Student. Female. Quiet. Clean. No parties.

Basically, you in a nutshell. Thank god.

Perhaps sensing the awkwardness of the silence, Mikasa pushed away from the door frame. “I’ll be in my room if you need anything. You can move stuff around in the living room.”

You nodded and she left. 

Turning back to the room, you take a deep breath before opening your first box. 

Your hands tremble as they meet the cardboard. You feel your face become warm as your vision blurs.

You close your eyes and take a breath.

There are so many emotions running through you and you can’t put a name to a single one. Normally, there’s a voice saying something, yelling something, demanding something; but even that voice is silenced.

You want to scream. You want to cry. You want to dig your nails into your head so you can rip the feelings right out.

You feel so empty. You feel so full. You feel desperate and lost and confused and so fucking broken.

You’ve never felt more broken.

Useless useless pathetic useless selfish useless idiot selfish pathetic bitch.

Ah. The voice is there.

“Ten seconds.” You softly mumble to yourself. It feels a little silly to be saying it out loud, but it cuts the voice off before she can say more. “All you have to do is survive for ten seconds.”

1…

2…

3…

4…

5…

6..

7…

8…

9…

10.

Your eyes remain firmly closed, and the voice remains silent. You made it ten seconds. If you can make it ten seconds, you can make it ten seconds again, right?

So, you start to count:

1…

           2…

                      3…

       4…

                                       5…

#my post #my writing #attack on titan #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger #eren yaeger x reader

[orange-waterfalls]

Thunderstorms

Captain Magnum x gn!reader

ask: Don't really know how this works I haven't been on here long enough but uh- if your still taking requests for Markipliers egos and stuff could you do a Captain Magnum x reader who has a huge phobia of thunderstorms and Magnum notices while there's a thunderstorm going on and comforts them :')? 

A/N: I wrote this during a thunderstorm so I could keep track of my movements when I got scared. That is my official excuse for how long this took. I missed Magnum so much. Nothing but respect for my Captain. I’ve been into pirates recently because of Our Flag Means Death streaming season 1 now on HBO Max. Also, my writing teacher has assigned us to write everyday but she never said what so expect extremely short bullshit posted more often. Maybe on Ao3. I don’t use tumblr anymore lmao.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Uh. Destiny 2 reference. Battleblock Theatre reference. Mention of. genitalia. yep. Fear of thunder.

--

In hindsight, you probably should have mentioned the extreme fear of thunder before you joined a pirate crew. On the sea. Where storms… happen. And they happen frequently. And strongly. And loudly.

You had no idea how they could do that. Stand out there. With the wind whipping the sails and waves throwing the boat the rain stinging their skin and the lightning striking anything it found and the fucking noise. The boom of the thunder. The explosions deep in the sky, a threat from the gods telling you mortals that you could die at any moment. It was fucking angry. Like Poseidon invited you to Olympus for dinner and you slapped him in the face.

Not that the crew cared. The crew was fucking joyous. The crew… the crew was fucking dancing, goddammit. You couldn’t tell them now. You couldn’t. It’d be the death of any respect they might’ve had for you. You were pretty sure you heard Magnum's booming voice yelling "COME ON! GIMME ALL YE GOT! YE DON'T HAVE THA BALLS". 

You couldn't tell them now. You couldn’t.

The door swung open, cracking the wall, and making you flinch. Magnum waltzed in with a laugh that reminded you of Lord Shaxx to a degree.

"Hoo, the waters be wild tonight, eh, mate?" He stomped into the room, hands on his hips. He looked around, but you weren't sitting in the room. His smile fell. "Mate? Where are ya?"

"In here." You called from the wall. A hole in the wall, moreso. A hide hole. Behind the mirror. It came with the ship, or so you were told. 

He bounded over and opened the mirror, leaning his head to the side to see. You were sitting on the floor, knees to your chest. He frowned.

"What're ye doin', child?" He asked. You shrugged in response. "Couldja get outta there?"

You shook your head.

"Why not?"

You shrugged.

"Alright then." He closed the mirror and you thought that was the last of it. At least until you heard the distinct sound of wood cracking and breaking and splintering, making you hit the deck for fear that the storm had just gotten that strong. 

You looked up once it stopped to see Magnum holding the mirror. The one attached to the wall. That was no longer attached to the wall. It was basically a door, honestly.

"... hi." He said. You blinked at him.

"Hi, Cap." You sighed. 

He looked around your cabin a moment before deciding to just set the mirror against the nearest wall. He then shuffled into the hide hole, needing to duck down quite a bit, and plopped down next to you with his legs resting high up on the wall.

"... what's tha matter?" He asked, softer than you were used to from him.

"There's no matter. Nothing's the matter. I'm fine." You rambled, avoiding his gaze. Your eyes flicked back to him, where he sat squinting at you, scrutinizing.

"Don't lie to me. I can see it in your eyes." He waved a finger at you. You looked back at him and tilted your head.

"Really?" You raised your eyebrows.

"No, but ya just admitted ya lied, so mission accomplished." He laughed. You scoffed.

"Oh, you're an asshole." You shook your head, but had a smile on your face.

"Oi! I may be an ass, but I am no asshole, y'understand?" He teased.

"10-4, good buddy." You nodded and stared at the wall in front of you.

"... what's tha matter?" He asked again.

"That mirror was stronger than I thought it'd be." You brought the conversation in a completely different direction. Magnum looked back at the new hole in the wall. He then looked at you, suspicious. 

"Fuckin' strong for some glass and wood." He agreed nonetheless. 

"I thought it'd shatter, but she's still intact. Fuckin… fuckin strong-ass storm, but she's intact… she's alright… for now…" 

Alright, maybe not completely different a direction.

"... what's tha matter?" He repeated for the third and final time.

"Nothing. I'm fine." You shook your head.

"You said." He quirked an eyebrow.

"Then why're you asking?"

"Cause I don't believe you."

"... right. Ok." You took a deep, calming breath, reminding yourself that your captain wasn't shallow. Well, actually, he was shallow. Extremely so. But he liked you. He was your friend. Maybe a little more, though you weren't sure whether it was further in the platonic direction or veered into romantic. You exhaled and turned to your captain. "Magnum."

"Hm?" He hummed his acknowledgement, giving you the softest eyes you've ever seen from him.

"You like me, right?" You started. He squinted at you once more. 

"... mm-hm?" He hummed, already not knowing where this conversation was headed.

"And you respect me?" You continued.

"Yeah…?" He snickered, bringing his hands up and dropping them back on his thighs.

"And that won't change right?" You begged. 

"Not unless ya give me reason to. Where're ya goin' with this, mate?" He crossed his arms and shifted so that he was facing you a little more. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked confused and worried. You didn't like it.

"... Magnum, I have… a confession." You turned to face him fully. He looked you up and down, trying to investigate your body language.

"... go on." He raised an eyebrow again.

"I'm afraid of thunder." You blurted out. For a moment, neither of you said anything. That continued for about 3 more moments.

"... and?" He said, eventually. 

"What?" You asked.

"Is that it?" He started to laugh.

"Wh-yeah." He sighed and clapped a strong hand on your shoulder, making you wince.

"Mate, we all have fears."

"Yeah, but mine's… dumb…" You mumbled. You tucked your knees into your chest and turned away from him.

"... I'm afraid of something." He murmured after a few seconds. You snapped your head up to look at him.

"What is it?"

"... rats." He sighed. You barked out a laugh. He gaped at you, incredulous. "Oi!"

"I'm sorry I just… remembered elephants and… yeah. It-yeah. You're just so big, it seems so silly." You rambled, still giggling.

"I'm trying to comfort you on your fear, and you're over there laughing at mine!" He scolded.

"I'm not, I get it! You're just… why would they be ascolded. To you, specifically?"

"Are ya serious! Y'ever heard of the plague?"

"Vaguely aware of it."

"Nasty, nasty business."

"You afraid of mice?"

"Nah, mice're cute."

"Well, that's presumptuous. Mice can spread disease."

"So yer afraid of thunder." He cut off the debate once he knew you'd made a reasonable point. You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah. The only good thing about a storm is the rain. And rainbows."

"It's just water. And light."

"It's pretty. But I'm hiding here. From the storm." 

"Mm. A'right. I'll wait too then." He stated. You frowned.

"Oh, you don't have to. Go enjoy the storm. Don't mind me." You waved your hand towards the door. He matched your frown.

"Well, no. I can't leave ya alone. What kinda cap'n doessat make me?" He scoffed. 

"You like the storm." You pointed out.

"There'll be other storms." He countered. 

"You can't be with me for all of them." 

"I can be with ya for this one." You tried to stare him down. He stared back. You soon got very, very uncomfortable and looked away with a tsk.

"... fine." You acquiesced. He smiled apparently pleased with himself.

You both sat there as the storm raged on. You flinched and covered your ears at any particularly loud BOOM, and Magnum flinched at your flinching. Whenever he thought you were being a little dramatic, he thought back to when a rat had gotten onto the ship and he screamed like a 5 year old girl he accidentally frightened once. That shut the thought down as quick as it popped up. He squeezed your shoulder when you whimpered and rubbed your back when you curled in on yourself.

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. He looked at your shaking figure and it made him feel so… what, sad? He hadn't felt sad since '04. So he made a decision.

He grabbed you by your upper arms and dragged you towards him, putting you in his lap. Your back was against his chest and he wrapped his arms around your middle.

"Mags?" Your voice cracked when you tried to ask what was happening.

"Try to go to sleep." He instructed. Another loud boom made you flinch hard.

"I can't…" you whispered. He sighed and rested his chin on your head.

"... dream of quiet places. Light wind and sprinkles of rain on a sunny day. Maybe a rainbow, if you'd want. Birds and worms and koi fish. All the dumb shit ya like. I'll bring ya to land soon and you can enjoy the quiet. Just… deal with it for now." He squeezed your middle. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, the vibrations from his chest soothing you a bit. 

He moved his hands to gently cup your ears. The sound it made calmed you a little. He slowly opened them again and flattened his palms to try and protect your ears from any further noise.

"Night, Mags…" You muttered.

"Night, mate." He rumbled back, not knowing if you could hear him or not.

It stormed through the night, and he made sure to wake you up to see the rainbow that appeared on the horizon. You stared at the rainbow, unaware that he had chosen to stare at you instead. 

#captain magnum #magnum #captain markiplier #pirateplier #ahwm x reader #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #a heist with markiplier x reader #markiplier alter egos #markiplier egos #markiplier alter egos x reader #markiplier cinematic universe #x reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #captain magnum x reader #x you fluff #x you #x y/n #x gn y/n #captain magnum x gender neutral reader #x gender neutral y/n #pirateplier x reader #second person

[looking-cool-joker]

I watched half of Skinamarink and I have a lot to say on it.

Can’t understand what is happening or what they are saying

11:36 Scenes last for too long without ANYTHING happening

11:56: Things seem to just happen for no reason or any way to understand what is happening

12:50 whos Kevin?? I think I only saw one child, so if theres two, why didn’t you show both???

14:18 Dark scenes and Hallways the movie :/

15:44 Weird suspense doesn’t make a movie scary, you need more than that.

17:44 Is the dad dead or??? They don’t explain anything!!! I’m almost twenty minutes in, give me something!!!!!!

20:30 Are the lights going to suddenly turn off?

20:39 Kinda

21:07 I get they’re kids, but why is the dialogue so spaced out :((

22:20 this really is the movie huh. re: 14:18

23:23: SOUNDS DON’T MAKE A MOVIE SCARY OR ENTICING, ITS JUST SOUNDS, DARK ROOMS AND HALLWAYS THE MOVIE.

24:25 Oh yeah, also “Dad” the movie

24:58 Left for an hour because I was tired of this movie, the entire screen is black, what is happening.

25:43 I’m getting tired of lights suddenly turning off and revealing a dark hallway

25:52: oh look actual people, haven’t seen that in a while.

26:16 Theres just audio from the TV playing as people go in and out of a dark room. How is this scary? Or honestly just enjoyable?

27:19 You can tell this movie was made in eight days (derogatory)

28:08 Alright, I’m tired of the audio being too quiet/incoherent so thank god for subtitles, secondly, “Why is mom crying?” Well why does this movie not explain anything

It is so infuriating, I get having a loose story but come on??? This movie sucks so badly, why was this even made I hate every second of this, its just nothing.

29:21 LOUD NOISES DON’T MAKE A MOVIE SCARY OH MY GOD STOP BEING QUIET AND THEN BE SO LOUD ITS NOT SCARY ITS ANNOYING.

32:36 LMAO THE TOILET JUST APPEARED AND ITS SUPPOSED TO BE SCARY. This movie is making me lose my head.

32:40 Nvm its gone again

32:49 I may sound like a broken record but theres just, not enough happening to justify long scenes. Dialogue is sparse, which could be an okay thing, when you are looking at either a white wall or a pitch black room, its just so slow. Two minutes feel like an hour, and whats worse is that the story is so hard to understand, it doesn’t even feel like a story.

Its just kids saying “Dad” or Kevin repeating Kaylees name, which maybe they will actually say something of importance, but its just tiring.

32:55: STOP HAVING JUMPSCARES THEY JUST FAIL AT SCARING ME.

34:08 And I’m tired of the grain effect, and I hate the static, it’d be fine IF SOMETHING WAS HAPPENING TO DISTRACT ME FROM THE HEADACHE IM GETTING FROM HEARING IT

35:31 re: 32:55 and 29:21

38:20 dont you just love a dark room with someones legs being abled to be seen and thats just the scene, nothing more???

38:32 OH LOOKEE ANOTHER HALLWAY THATS DARK.

38:47 We all love a filtered voice :)

41:24 “I can’t see anything” Neither can I

43:33 I wish this was anything else, I would rather be watching Mandela Catalogue rn, at least its somewhat scary and I can parse whats happening.

45:56: It really isn’t a good sign that theres an hour of this movie left and I’m think about ditching it, this isn’t fun, this isn’t scary, this isn’t interesting. It sucks so badly, when I say I want to watch anything else I mean it. I WANT TO WATCH ALADDIN 2019 OVER THIS, THAT IS HOW BAD IT IS

47:20 re: 35:31

49:27 So whats with the dad, why should i care about the kids, why should I care about the mother. Why should I care about this movie? They don’t give me anything, stuff just happens, dad was there now hes not, kid fell down the stairs nvm he’s fine now, mom tells them to close their eyes she disappears.

What does it mean, I don’t think it means anything, I think this story is too vague, to a point where I don’t think there is one. Focusing on legos doesn’t help me parse anything. It doesn’t help. Looking at a TV playing old cartoons doesn’t give me anything, them moving a couch DOESNT GIVE ME ANYTHING.

I understand that abstract art is well.. Abstract, but this is just, pointless. There is no story, or at least they don’t want to show me the story, they want to show me kids calling out for their dad who may or may not be missing.

But thats the thing, I know nothing, BECAUSE THIS MOVIE TELLS ME NOTHING

The cinematography isn’t even good for crying out loud! Its boring, its the same five angles in different rooms. And again I’m tired of the static and the grain.

It feels like a worse P.T, but thats an insult to even compare it to a Hideo Kojima work.

51:41 This movie likes to pretend its building up suspense, but the suspense is “Whens the next loud noise” or possibly even “Whens the next the audio will cut out?” Its not scary, it’ll never be scary.

This is around half of the movie, It won’t get any better so I’ve heard and I hate it. I’m leaving it here. But I’ll watch the final scene

1:37:26 Finally they changed the color, instead of the color black its dark red, such an improvement :)

1:38:37 Pitch Black with a face in the static, vaguely creepy but, It just sucks because the rest sucks

1:38:45 “Go To Sleep” Shut up with your stupid Jeff The Killer cliches.

Final thoughts: Complete waste of my time and one of the worst movies I’ve watched. 0/10

#just rambling #skinamarink #i wish I never watched this

[ramblingsekai]

Oh god, I bought Rogue Legacy 2 and Slay the Spire and I’ve been so distracted playing them that the Stray Bad Dogs event snuck up on me. I’ve barely been checking tumblr and twitter and just happened to notice bc the L/n event ended last night. Anyways, I decided to do some scrolling thru tumblr and decided to make some random HCs that I couldn’t figure out how to make into longer posts. Just gonna be something fun and kinda scrambled thoughts I’m dumping into one post. I think I did something similar one time but it ended up being only 25ji HCs, but this time I’ll try to do more than them. Let’s gooo.

MMJ HC

Assuming that MMJ is using something like YT or Twitch to stream their stuff, I like to think that MMJ’s friends end up getting mod status or something similar. Eventually MMJ get full-time mods that aren’t their friends, but I think it’d be cute if the other characters pop in to watch the streams when they can and end up helping out if they’re there.

Kohane and An would type messages to cheer on MMJ as well as reminding ppl to be respectful.

Shiho, Ena, and An also end up being the ones to block spammers and delete more hateful messages. Bc there’s always going to be trolls, but hopefully other fans also help out too.

I’d like if Nene helps out with modding in general too, but I’m not sure how close Nene is with MMJ. I think she might be friends with Minori after Scramble Fest, but it’s hard to say.

If it’s Twitch, maybe Mizuki ends up helping out by making highlight vids every once in awhile (I think Mizuki is a fan anyways so not out of bounds).

All their friends usually end up reblogging/retweeting posts about special events for MMJ.

Like obviously the other characters aren’t full time and are just helping out when they can, but I always wonder how well MMJ is handling the more streaming live/online videos aspect of their careers at this point. I know that the latest Haruka event in JP talked about a new producer for the group, a not Tik Tok app, and MMJ getting flamed bc of a new song sounding similar to another one as well as showing Haruka dealing with her previous feelings about her temporary retirement. This is all based on what I saw on Twitter and some machine translations, but I’d rather not form assumptions based on machine translations and unfortunately there aren’t any fan translations for the event online so I guess I’ll just wait for now.  

VBS

So something I’ve never been able to clearly remember, did Akito ever properly apologize to Kohane about the whole stage lights thing in the main story? I feel like Kohane and An just sorta forgave him after learning the truth, but Akito himself never actually said ‘I’m sorry’. So I kinda want Akito to at some point to properly say that he is sorry to Kohane. Bc even if he wasn’t the one to close the lights, he still intended to try to scare off Kohane bc he didn’t think she was serious about performing music. Now I get it, Akito is super serious about music and thinks that if you’re saying you want to surpass Rad Weekend, you need to be serious. However, Kohane was still a rookie at the time. Just bc she was still new, it didn’t mean she wasn’t serious about it. Akito was new at some point too and had to learn about Vivid Street and music too before realizing his dream more. So I guess it just sorta rubs me the wrong way that Akito tried so hard to scare off Kohane, bc Akito himself was a rookie too at the start and he didn’t give Kohane a chance to pursue the dream. I also wonder if Akito has high-ish standards for An since she’s Ken’s daughter and is serious (in his POV) about surpassing RW, so in a way he felt like An wasn’t living up to his standards. I should probably have reread the main story before typing this, but Akito’s actions and attitude in the main story always seemed pretty hypocritical and petty to me, so I kinda just want him to sit down with Kohane and give a proper apology.

I know it seems like I dislike Akito from this, but I honestly like the guy. Out of all the guys in Proseka, he’s actually my favorite alongside Toya. A thing to keep in mind, Akito is a teenager, and teenagers do dumb and petty shit often bc they’re teenagers. I don’t excuse his actions, but I get it. And he did seem to learn from the whole thing and ended up becoming good friends with An and Kohane still. Plus, I think he’s actually pretty perceptive towards others feelings ( i.e An’s events, Ena and their dad, Toya, etc.). 

So my HC with Akito is that maybe he was so harsh with Kohane bc he saw a partial reflection. Kohane has a lot of parallels alongside Toya (not seeing RW but still trying to surpass it, quieter/calmer personalities, etc), but I think Kohane also has some parallels with Akito. Both don’t come from a musical background, so they had to start from the ground up, their respective partners are more experienced in music than they are, etc. But maybe when first seeing Kohane, he’s reminded of his younger self and soccer. Akito was really crushed about soccer during that summer festival event and ended up being lost until he found a new passion in street music. But the road was probably hard since he had to go it alone, plus this was probably going on at the same time as his home situation with Ena and their dad having their first fight. It got easier over time, especially after meeting Toya. So I wonder if when he first saw Kohane, he saw a version of his younger self and was trying to somehow spare her from the displaced feeling he felt after being crushed in soccer. Again, not to excuse his actions bc it’s still kinda shitty, but showing another POV of what he did.

Obviously, Akito and Kohane are good friends now, but I also hope that Akito and Kohane’s friendship as well as An and Toya’s friendship grow more in the future. I saw around Twitter ppl complaining about how VBS feels more like 2 groups who happen to sing songs together rather than one cohesive unit like w/ the other groups, and I get it. But I also disagree, since I think VBS is learning from each other and the whole 2 pairs thing is sort of a rivalry thing. The pairs push each other to be better as well as helping each other out. Akito helps An out with her feelings/actions towards Kohane as her partner, An reminds Akito that he’s not alone and has a group of friends he can rely on, Kohane is an unpolished diamond that is slowly revealing her shine which is pushing the others to keep moving forward/improving, Kohane is also a sort of opposite of Toya in that she’s a more natural type of musical genius who understands the feeling behind music (we see this with her lessons from Taiga and how open with her emotions she is) while Toya is the more classically trained genius who has put hundreds of hours into music. So Kohane and the others help Toya out with his feelings and music while Toya/An/Akito also helps teach Kohane the ropes. Their combined rigorous training and Kohane’s hard work outside of their practice ends up causing Kohane to level up faster (VBS Miku points that out too at some point in an event later lol).

So yeah that’s all I’m going to put for now. I said I’d do multiple groups, but I ended up doing like 2 groups and they were pretty large rambles too lol. Still, I haven’t done a long ramble in awhile so this was kinda fun for me. I noticed I’ve been slowing down with the longer posts bc I’ve kinda caught up on all the fan translation stuff so now I have to reread stuff or just wait for it to come out on global.

I realize I sorta ended up posting more incorrect quotes stuff than rambles/theories stuff lately. I wonder if I should cut back on that or not? (let me know if that type of stuff is annoying).

But still, let me know your thoughts on what I said. Agree, disagree? Did I miss something? Feel free to let me know. Thanks for reading!

#project sekai #project sekai rambles #more more jump #vivid bad squad #akito shinonome #i ended up talking about akito more than i thought i would lol #despite what i say and how much i make fun of him i do like him #kohane azusawa #i also realize i am biased towards kohane lol #hashtag put more glasses in proseka

[whole-wheat-trolls]

Ghost Memories

Jonice was quiet the days following that court broadcast, more so than usual. Folsom knows he’s hardworking but, Jon keeping busy every minute of the day like this... he’s hiding something again. Maybe after all these sweeps you could ask and he’d tell you, or he’d give that distant look, smile and tell you not to concern yourself with him again. You’re not sure which would feel worse.

“I’m just happy to help,” he says, when he brings the cattle in, when he builds a new fence, that entire barn is even his doing. It took him a month. You’re no slouch, but Jon works like it’s all he’s ever known, face stoic the whole time. There’s been times you’d come out with water though, catch his attention and watch every muscle in his body tense in unison. Hadn’t happened in a long time but the day after he switched that TV on, it felt like he’d turned back into the man you first met.

Folsom’s farm wasn’t nearly as impressive way back when, but it was enough, it had chickens for eggs, a cow for milk, and a sturdy roof over all their heads. Every week it’d haul off with eggs and butter to the nearby town and trade them for beans, corn, the usual crops. On special occasions the butcher in town would give them a slab of pork belly and Folsom would eat good off it for the week.

Folsom never found themself wanting or asking for more, until one week Old Sue the cow stopped producing milk. She'd always been a fickle creature but Folsom always did its best keeping her happy and healthy, that's probably why it stung so much when nothing wrong could be found by the local vet. Folsom steeled themself away, it didn't have the money to replace the cow, not in this lifetime, and it wasn't keen on getting what folks called a real job. The sheriff's office never let them live down that time they jailed the banker for robbery, or all those ornery drunks Folsom had hog tied and put in the waiting cell.

Late into the next morning, after a long night of drinking and dulled senses Folsom figured it'd be better off to say goodbye to Old Sue. Wasn't until it wandered through the open door of the barn they even realized something was amiss. A sound like rain hitting the old tin roof filled the silent barn, Folsom considered going back for its gun but for one reason or divine intervention, didn't. Who robs a barn anyways? Whoever this was could have tried the back door to the house and gotten in easy as pie, but here they were in the barn, unwittingly with Folsom, milking their god damned cow!

The person Folsom had caught was tall but thin, wearing clothes that had never been the right size. It gave halt to the ranch owner's crusade long enough to consider everything it was looking at. Skin and bones crouched over a bucket of milk like a prayer, so focused he hadn't noticed the erratic footsteps of a drunken landowner behind him. Folsom could never tell you how long they spent staring in disbelief before finally saying a word.

"Ey bud, y'know that there's my livelihood yer milkin'?" Folsom had said to the man, and he froze and lifted his hands over his head with not a word. It dumbstruck Folsom back into silence, did they feel bad? The way his head stooped so low the moment he got caught... ain't no way he's a bad man. Just caught on bad times. Maybe that's the whiskey talking.

"Put yer gosh damn hands down, would'ya I'm tryna berate ya here. Y'really that desperate fer food yer milkin' a cow here in secret?" Folsom barked.

As he lowered his hands the man spoke, softly like he was still scared a gun might be pointed his way, "Ain't had a proper meal in weeks."

"Yer an awful thief y'know that?"

"Ain't ever had the makings fer it. S'pose it's why I ain't eatin' well."

"There's time yet. If I invite ya in fer a meal you ain't gon' run off with none'a my stuff will ya?" That was definitely the whiskey talking.

"Don't reckon I could run if I wanted," somehow he still had his humors about him.

The two had gone inside, Folsom heated beans and cornbread over the fire and got the man to talking as much as he would. Jonice as it'd come to know wasn't very talkative of his past, the most he'd offered is that he had a home once but for one reason or another didn't anymore. Folsom tried offering a drink but he refused politely, said only bad things happened to him with it around, but still laughed when it declared more for me.

"This meal's the best I had in sweeps."

"Yer just sayin' that 'cause I could kick ya out any time,"

"As good a liar as I am thief,"

Folsom had a laugh at that, bit their tongue and said what seemed like the stupidest thing it could've.

"Y'can stay here fer the day. Ain't no way yer gonna stick t'the shadows,"

Jon froze up again, Folsom wasn't attuned to it enough or sober enough to notice yet, but the big man's heart raced at those words.

"I dunno what to say-"

"Say thanks so I can say yer welcome and go to bed,"

Jon slept in a bed too small that night, but it was a bed nonetheless. By the time Folsom woke up that next morning Jon had already been long at work, always better at showing appreciation than saying it.

#homestuck #fantroll #oc #drabble tag #Jonice #Folsom #i love writing these two

[ruthie0221]

My depression was a soul sucking virus

I was tired constantly

With a mood that couldn’t be taken care of

Only made room for

I always knew I was gonna die

I wasn’t gonna make it to

30

40

There was gonna be a moment

Where I

broke.

Like I’ve said before,

The pieces that would break

Would shatter

Those pieces would shatter

And I’d be left with nothing

I think about not making it to

20

Is that bad?

Am I a bad person for struggling?

Am I selfish?

I don’t even know what I am anymore

Barely alive is something I know

Not that I know

No

Far more familiar actually

I feel like Clark taking advantage of me

Really drove everything down

And I couldn’t do it anymore

We went out of town

Pregnancy scare

I was constantly throwing myself into

A state of fear

I don’t know why

Maybe it’s just stuff I do without a thought

Scaring myself

For absolutely no reason

This poem isn’t about suicide…

Or is it?

No

I wanted to focus it around my rape

And work through it

How I wanted to bitch slap him.

We talked one of the nights after he

hurt me

After work

Just sat by our cars and talked

I needed to talk that day

It was longer than most

I was still working with him

And we just talked

I’m trying to remember if we had those conversations

Before

Or

AFTER

He apologized

And then belittled me for speaking to him in a tone

AND THEN

Sent me a picture of him at the gym

And asked me if I was done talking to him

Cause of his body

“Yes, Clark! THATS EXACTLY IT!!

I HATE YOU CAUSE OF YOUR BODY

TYPE

JESUS CHRIST HOW DID YOU KNOW”

He asked me if I just didn’t like him anymore

Almost like he couldn’t get the fucking hint

“I stopped liking you after you raped me”

God I hate this part

Nico told me I wasn’t pregnant

I was so scared of what had happened

Of what I let a v-card become

An accident

A mistake

A slap

A fear

Monte would be my first

Not under the influence

I found comfort in that

Found comfort in knowing that he wouldn’t

Do what Clark did

Hurt me

Make me rip my skin off

Somebody would be coming into town

To see me

To see my body

See all the parts I’ve never showed anything

Except the razor in the shower

He’d see me for what I can’t stand to see

In myself

I could think he was gonna hurt me

All I wanted to

But a toxic part of me would let him drag me to hell

If it meant he was the one

dragging me

So many parts I was scared to show

With fear that I’d scare him away

He hasn’t left yet

Even after dealing with all my rants

He

Hasn’t

Left

Why not?

I thought everybody left

But he hasn’t

Why is that?

I didn’t want him to go

But maybe if he left

It’d be easier to let go of everything

But he hasn’t left

I’m tired

So we could fight as many times as possible

But he’ll be my person

Cause I’ve never felt so loved

So appreciated

By somebody

I look at his pictures

(which is quite often

Cause he’s beautiful)

I hear his voice

And I feel like my world stops spinning

I’m usually a strong person

But you know what hurts?

That even after I give him my all

Energy I’m trying to find the energy to give

I will never feel like it’s enough

And I’m convinced that’s because

Of the people that never made me feel like

What I gave them was good

When I gave them so much

So Monte,

I’m sorry you’ve got to deal with this damaged part of me

Perhaps if you met me earlier

You wouldn’t have seen such a wreck

I’m at the point where

I don’t care how many times you break me

I just don’t have the energy

Not like I used to

The feel of rock bottom

Has never felt so permanent

#poetry