#but alas did not make it onto tv

[welcometomyoasis]

The number one period essential, Choi Seungcheol

Requested by: @brownsugarbaybee Pairing: seungcheol x gn! reader Genre: fluff, comfort Word count: approx. 800 words Warnings: reader has a uterus, menstruation  A/n: my first request 🥺 i hope you like it Kari! 💜

Walking onto the balcony of your apartment, you smiled softly when the fresh evening breeze hit your face. The weather had been nice today. It would have been a great day for an evening walk down by the river. But alas, you were cooped up in your apartment, nursing your period cramps and aches. 

Sighing, you took one last longing look at the setting sun before closing the balcony door and drawing the curtains. You clutched your abdomen and hunched over, grimacing as yet another round of cramps hit you. 

“Baby? Are you okay?”

“Define what you mean by okay Cheollie. I’m currently nursing what feels like a thousand stabs to my uterus. If you mean that, then I’m just peachy.”

Snickering, your boyfriend crouched down next to you. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders and gently rubbed his other hand against your abdomen. You and Seungcheol had been dating long enough that he knew how to handle your cramps well. The warmth of his palm slowly soothed your pain, and the rhythmic motion helped to soothe your foul mood. 

Looking at Seungcheol, you grinned sheepishly, “thanks cheollie. Now, if you don’t mind, can we cuddle on the couch while watching tv?”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

Snuggling closer to Seungcheol, you took a deep breath, inhaling his comforting scent. He was focused on the tv show, but had his arms wrapped around you. Seungcheol was like a human heater and you were convinced that he was the best weighted blanket ever. He provided the warmth and comfort that you craved even as your body continued to put you through the monthly torture. In other words, having a Seungcheol during your period was necessary. 

You brought your arms up to rest against his and turned to tuck your head against the crook of his neck. You rubbed your head against his neck, giggling as his hairs tickled your face. Even without looking at him, you knew he was happy. You could feel the smile slowly creeping up on his face, and the deep chuckle that reverberated through his chest. You were content. 

Sadly, that contentment did not last long. After a while of being in that position, you were starting to overheat. The warmth from your boyfriend that once brought you comfort was now making you feel irritable. Everything just felt wrong. You were feeling heavy, sticky, the cramps had come back, and to make matters worse, you could start to feel the disgusting mess down there. Squirming around in Seungcheol’s arms, you tried to find a more comfortable position. Feeling this, he inhaled sharply. And that was when you snapped. 

Huffing, you pulled Seungcheol’s arms away from you and shot up from the couch. Confused, Seungcheol asked, “what’s wrong?”

“You’re breathing.”

“I’m sorry what? I’m breathing?”

Nodding, you folded your arms and sat at a spot on the couch that was further away from him. Seungcheol looked at you incredulously. Taking a moment to compose himself, he slowly inched his way towards you. You turned away from him, sulking and rubbing your hands against your arms rather harshly. 

Seungcheol grabbed your hands, and brought them down to lay against his on his lap. 

“Baby?” The softness and worry that coated his voice broke you out of your little moment. 

Your lip quivered as you turned to face him. You said, “oh I’m sorry Cheollie. Everything is just wrong. Everything hurts. I’m warm, I’m irritable. I have cramps, my back hurts. Here you are trying to help me feel better and here I am just making everything worse.”

Humming, he replied, “It’s okay. We’ve been through this before, remember? Last month, and the month before that, and the one before that. I could go on. The point is, I’m here to help. Whatever you need. I don’t mind that you are cuddly one minute, and then giving me the cold shoulder the next. You always make up for it anyway, plus you deal with my moods all the time, not just once every month.”

Letting out a laugh, you scrunch your nose saying, “yeah, your moods. Especially on your birthday.”

Seeing you smiling again, Seungcheol’s gaze softened. He looked at you and rubbed the back of your hand using his thumbs. He said, “How about this? You just sit here to cool off, and I’ll get us some food. How does ice cream, chocolate, potato chips, cookies, and hot tea sound?”

“It sounds perfect. Thank you Cheollie. You treat me so well.” 

“Anything for you baby. Now, just rest and I'll be back soon."

Watching Seungcheol potter around the kitchen, the feeling of contentment washed over you once again. Curling yourself into a ball on the couch, you had only one thought.

If anyone asks me what my period essential is, I would tell them this - it's Choi Seungcheol.

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[serxinns]

Hi :)

Could you please write a platonic scenario of father Aizawa in which his daughter (she is in her teen years) has a really bad nightmare so she goes to his room crying and saying she is scared?

Thanksss.

Hope you have a great day

TW: Gore and limbs being decapitated readers death (only in her dream)

You've been often getting those night terrors that made you afraid of going to sleep, you tried staying up secretly watching TV to pass the time but Your father caught you one day and sternly told you to go to bed so all you had to do was either stare on your phone or stare up on the client but alas sleep overtakes you were knocked out

You heard screaming from the distance and footsteps running past you desperate to get away from it but failed when the creature got close to them and their pleading for mercy and help ended with a sickening crunch You covered your mouth tears streamed down your cheeks its growls sounded like a mix of a dying Animal and a human moaning in pain it kept searching and searching for more prey a man was across from you staring at you with the same reaction you had..terrified his eyes where blood shot red and there seems to be an injury on his lower waist when he saw that it was gone he looked at you for the last time and sprinted you heard nothing but footsteps from the man then seconds later you heard that thing crawling quickly towards the poor man screams and pleading for mercy were heard then there were silence and sickening crunching noises you couldn't take it anymore and threw up which the creature heard it slithered up to you now you and whatever that thing was close to each other you can see the man's arm still dangling from it mouth..the thing grabbed you with his sharp claws hovering you over his mouth and-

*BOOM*

The sound of thunder woke you up your clothes were dammed in sweat your face was soaked with tears all you could hear was your heavy breathing and tears you silently got up to go the bathroom to clean up, you grabbed your comfort plush and went upstairs your legs shaking and wobbling a bit but managed to make it in the bathroom "y/n? What are you doing up late?" you turned and your dad was shocked to see your horrified and soaked face he ran up to you grabbed your shoulders and kneel down to your level "Oh sweetie you've been crying are you alright did something happen"

you tried to explain but your voice was filled with mumbles due to the sobs and spit in there and just held onto him and cried your father didn't know what was going on but hugged you "cmon kid you sleeping in my room" he picked up you up and the 2 of you headed to his room, he turned on the lights and gently put you down and tucked you in "Now do you want to tell me about your bad dream or you'll explain in the morning" you hesitated for a second to tried to even explain "in the morning.." your dad signed and softly smiled at you, he kissed you on the forehead and wrapped his arms protectively around you

Next time he shouldn't added that much sleeping pills in your drink as a punishment for staying up the last time..but it rewarded him in the end to cuddle up with his beloved daughter~

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere mha #platonic yandere #bnha fluff #tw night terrors #implied drugging tw #yandere aizawa #yandere dad #yandere scenarios

[byler-4-life]

I apologize in advance for this monstrosity of a post. But I have to get a point across here. Like...either Byler is endgame and is going to happen, or Will Byers is going to go down as one of the most tragic TV Show characters of all time.

Sounds a little like hyperbole, no? Well, let's just recap. This starts when Will is 12. Just 12 years old. This adorable, sweet, little, innocent bean here. Just keep in mind these pictures for future reference:

He's kidnapped by an interdimensional monster and forced into a dark, cold, lonely place all by himself. He's stuck in another dimension for a whole week, trying desperately to get out, wondering if anyone is going to save him, all while constantly fearing for his life. Alas, the demogorgon did get to him:

And, even after he was rescued, he was still puking up slugs:

All this is from S1. Enough trauma to last several lifetimes. But wait, there's more.

Apparently Will hadn't suffered enough, so they had the Mindflayer set its sights on him. And well, we all know S2 didn't turn out the best for this now 13 year old boy.

And if the mental pain and anguish and loss of innocence of having your body forcefully entered against your will isn't enough, they decided to heap on some intense physical suffering as well:

And to end the series, you have to have the monster literally burned out of you by your own mother while you're tied down to a bed.

Surely our boy has had enough right? Wrong. On to Season 3. 14 year old Will is mostly sidelined this Season, but he's present enough to get ignored by his friends and put down by his best friend for his "childish" interests, a fact that hurts Will so bad he breaks down and calls himself stupid before resorting to demolishing his childhood fortress. The same haven of safety that helped to save his life in the Upside Down. He's then forced to pack up and move from the only home he's ever known, severing all his friendship ties, such as they were.

Well at least they're gonna fix stuff in Season 4. So here we go, and...what? Excuse me....hmmm...okay. So I've just gotten word they in fact did NOT fix things in Season 4. We have Will, now 15 (or maybe actually still 14 since the Duffers apparently FORGOT HIS BIRTHDAY) so happy to see Mike at the airport for the first time since leaving town, get his hug physically rejected (when Mike has no problem hugging anyone else this series). He's then forced to third wheel and watch his best friend/love of his life have fun with his step-sister. He then LIES TO MIKE (something we have seasons of evidence that Will hates to do) in order to project his own feelings for Mike onto El because that's what he thinks Mike needs to hear. And he's then forced to help Mike "confess" his "love" for El as he stands there and hears Mike say that his life didn't really begin until the day Will disappeared?

Guys, even if you don't ship Byler, you have to admit....this is a pretty fucked up life in the span of 3-4 years. My point in posting all of this (and actually depressing the hell out of myself as I looked for all the screenshots) is if they really leave him like this, and Season 5 doesn't turn things around for Will...or maybe even somehow gets worse and they either kill him off, or force him to stand there and fake a smile while Mike and El live happily ever after....well then fuck this show.

They introduced us to this sweet innocent kid, made us all fall in love with his character, then treated him like their personal punching bag for four seasons. If they aren't planning on giving him a happy ending, that's just downright sadistic. After everything Will has gone through, they're going to make him a gay kid in the 80s living in smalltown Indiana in middle America, with an unrequited love for his childhood best friend? A fact that makes him feel "different" and like he's a "mistake"? Overkill for the sake of overkill. Trauma p*rn. And that's just the suffering they've shown us onscreen. Just think of how many nights laying in bed alone Will has had these thoughts about himself. Or desperately wishing that Mike felt the same way, even though he "knows" it's hopeless. Truly tragic.

Yes, other beloved characters in this show have been traumatized too, yes. But they've also all had sustained happy moments that the show has shown us on screen (for characters that were around for more than one season). Every time Will seemingly gets an ounce of happiness it's violently snatched away.

I refuse to believe that the show doesn't want to give Will a happy ending. There has to be a reason for his suffering. And yes, I think Byler is the only satisfactory happy ending. And that's not my choice, that was the choice of the showrunners. They made being in love with Mike his whole character in S4. Gay pining at its finest. Trying to intro a new love interest at the last minute isn't going to cut it. I'm not going full delusional like before. But I do believe that S5 Byler has a good chance of happening. Otherwise...it kind of taints the whole experience.

#byler #long post #will byers #coping by hoping

[highhhfiveee]

okay, this has been my literal roman empire. what if gf!y/n and abby are having a little karaoke moment to a song and mike walks in and sees both of them together, and you can write the rest.

i don’t know why but i can’t stop thinking about it.

remember to take care of yourself 🫶🫶

this is so very cute (,: but alas, for "to crumble" mike and reader, this is but a thing of the past.

tags: "to crumble" mike and reader, foreshadowy fluff (: pretty cute stuff that hurts in retrospect 💔

karaoke therapy

a "to crumble" ficlet.

original fic: 🩹 / additional ficlet, facetime: 🤳🏽

you come over to watch abby on a friday night so you're able to stay with her and mike for the entirety of saturday. your weekends are usually occupied by grading since you're nearing the end of the fall semester, but you're forcing time with abby and mike into your schedule because it's what you really want. life wasn't all about work and bills and adulting; you could do the things you enjoyed if you planned for it and so you did.

you'd driven over with enough haste to get you pulled over, toting enough stuff to last you a day and your excitement, large and beaming brightly in your demeanor. you were jittery walking up the drive, shaking out the anxiety in your body as you knock on the door.

abby answers the door, causing you to shift your gaze downward. she's already in her pajamas, the cute, pink bunny slippers you got her for her birthday donned on her feet. she smiles at you, opening the door further so you can step inside. "hi, y/n. you're just in time, mike made lasagna."

"yeah, it's on the stove. it's slightly burnt," mike calls from down the hall, walking into the living room as he slips his arms through the holes of his security vest. "but we'll say crispy on top instead. hi, baby." he grabs your face, pulling you into a couple small pecks, ones he backs away from with a lazy smile. you twist your lips, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. you and mike hadn't been dating for long, a short but serious four months, and you always felt so dizzy when you saw him, bewildered at the fact that he was your boyfriend. he was so sweet, so caring, hard-working, and unlike anyone you'd dated before. he worked so hard to provide for abby and change his future, and it made your attraction to him greater. he wanted you in that future, and it excited you for what was to come.

"gotta leave so soon?" you pout. mike's eyes soften as you caress his cheek, sighing as he reaches down for his bag.

"unfortunately. traffic's bad tonight, there was a huge crash and i gotta take backroads, howeverrrrr," mike ruffles abby's hair, causing her to grumble and gives you one last kiss, the dreamy, far-off look in his eyes accompanied with a lip bite, "i will see you both tomorrow morning, bright and early. have fun, and goodnight."

mike gives abby a kiss on the top of her head before he exits to his car, and you close the door behind you, dropping your duffle onto the floor. "okay," you announce, placing your hands on your bent knees as you turn to abby. "lasagna while we play board games or do karaoke?"

karaoke wins by a landslide. abby's been loving to sing recently, starting to get more comfortable with her growing vocals. she really only shows it to you, and ever since you've showed her karaoke, you've encouraged her to have fun and try different things; different inflections, tones, anything else she feels like she could do to make it her own. you loved to see her blossom singing in front of the brightly colored, ever-changing lyrics, using her hairbrush as a microphone.

you use your own too, setting it down on the coffee table to take a bite of lasagna and garlic bread while you watch abby sing along to call me maybe. she rocks on her heels in front of the tv, eyes tracking alongside the moving text.

you encourage her between forkfuls, providing her with background vocals and hype, giving her an "okay!" once she gets to the prechorus. she begins to dance, bouncing around the space between the coffee table and the tv. she gives her all to the chorus, making a good attempt at belting the notes.

"you sound so good, abs," you praise, wiping your mouth off on a napkin before grabbing the remote to change the karaoke video. "here, let's try some other ones. eat some food while i find them, 'kay?"

meanwhile, mike is sat in his car, idling behind others on the backroad he decided to take. traffic on these roads had increased because of the crash on the freeway, and there was no way he was getting to work any time soon. he'd been sitting bumper to bumper with these cars for about ten minutes, and he feels irritation creeping up into him, tapping his fingers against the wheel and leaning his head into the palm of his hand, elbow resting on the window. not even listening to the radio helps him, and eventually he just turns it off, succumbing to the sound of bad brakes and purring engines.

his mind floats away with thoughts of you, and how happy you looked he saw you at the house, all giddy and excited to be there. he loved you, loved when you were around. abby did too. you'd both agreed that your presence made the house feel complete, and that's all mike could think about, wondering how to bring up the question he'd been dwelling on for the past few weeks.

he should be home, on the couch watching tv with you and abby, or eating dinner, sat at the table and talking about your days and what hopes you had for the future. what things you found interesting. interacting like humans, having real moments; being present. mike had trouble with that, sleeping so much to keep up with the demand of working overnight. he tried to be there for abby as much as he could, helping her with her homework and making sure she was fed and feeling okay after her school days, but sometimes he felt like it was just an autonomous thing he did, moving on autopilot. the days blended together until you entered the equation, completely breaking up the monotony in his life with your being.

he should be home, not sitting in between all these aluminum machines, breathing in the acrid smells of oil and gasoline.

"fuck it," mike mutters, checking his blinds before pulling a turn off the main road and making his way around all the traffic, heading back towards the house.

freddy's was locked. no one would be around to do anything, no one ever was, and he was sure that it would be fine if he missed one night. he speeds back home, gripping the steering wheel with intent. he has people to get to, time to spend with the ones he loves. life's too short, he ruminates, and there's never enough time for moments of happiness like the ones he gets from you and abby.

he pulls into the driveway, exiting the car with the same jaunty energy you had earlier and unlocking the door with zeal. "decided to come back home. traffic wa---"

"my loneliness...is killing me,"

"and i...."

"i must confess, i still believe..."

"still believe!" you point your index finger to the sky as you hit the note, giggling along with abby as she attempts it too. "when i'm not with you, i lose my mind...give me a signnnnnnnnn," you're spinning around with your brush clutched in both hands, eyes closed and body fully invested in the music. mike doesn't think he's heard you sing before, not so solemnly like this. your voice is beautiful.

"hit me baby---oh jeez, mike!" you squeal in time to the music as abby finishes out the chorus, turning to face her brother as well. he's just staring at you two, jovially twisted lips and crossed arms and this twinkling look in his eye that makes you squirm. no one's ever looked at you like that, and you replace your hairbrush with the remote, stopping the video.

"sorry, i'm just...helping abby expand her iconic pop song repertoire. gotta start with one of the classics." abby nods as mike waves off your apology, setting his bag next to yours on the floor. "yeah, y/n is introducing me to such great songs. i'm really enjoying britney spears. what was that other song we did?"

"toxic," you reply, tucking your hair behind your ear. "that was a really fun one."

"uh huh, it was! it was all---" abby mimics the whiny synth strings, causing mike to laugh, coming around to the front of the couch. he wraps his arm around your waist, twirling you to face him. you place both of your hands on his shoulders, gazing deeply into his content eyes. "let me hear more of your singing, abs," he asks, and she starts the video up again, pretending the small sliver of space where she stands is a professional stage.

mike begins to sway your bodies, slowly waltzing you around as abby's untrained voice soundtracks your dance. "don't know why you were apologizing. hearing and watching you two have fun is the greatest thing ever, baby. love seeing you spend time together."

you blush, ducking your head into his collarbone. "it's just a silly thing i do by myself at home. guess i kinda got abby super interested in it...lots of fun though. lots of fun."

mike is quiet for a while, spinning you around gently. you can feel his heartbeat through his clothes, speed up-ticking with every second. he's looking down on you, watching your eyelash flutter with each serene blink you take, then looking at abby, who's searching through other karaoke videos and humming the melody of baby one more time with a bob of her head.

all mike can feel right now is this moment. he feels every second pass, overly-conscious to the fact that he's living and breathing in this instant. this was the present he'd always wanted to be in, and he doesn't want to let go of it. he wants this forever. his question gnaws at him, chewing away at his stomach, and he finally just blurts it out.

you're about to pull away from him to ask him if he's okay when he whispers, "move in with us." you're taken aback, raising from his chest and staring at him, eyebrows furrowed and lips wrinkled.

"mike.."

"you don't have to answer right now," he clarifies, sighing as he shakes his head. "i meant to ask it as a question, i'm sorry." you chuckle, reaching your fingers up into the hair at the nape of his neck. "just...let me know if you want to. i love having you here, abby loves having you here. i know it's still pretty early for us but...we could be a bona fide family, the three of us."

you squeeze mike a little tighter, a sort of answer to his question. there wasn't anything stopping you, truly. his house was closer to the school you worked at, and you could drop abby off at her school in the mornings so mike could get enough rest to pick her up in the afternoons. you could have home-cooked dinners, and spend the weekends together, taking abby to art museums and libraries, theme parks and other attractions.

you really could be a family. you were still young, your relationship with mike moderately fresh, but...the idea sounded nice.

"think about it," mike instructs, pulling away from you and ducking down to look at your obscured face. "no rush, okay?" he steps away from you after giving you a kiss to the forehead, grabbing for your hairbrush. a video for i'm like a bird by nelly furtado has started playing, and mike saddles up to abby, hip bumping her as he prepares to sing. "gonna be your backup singer, that okay?"

"yeah, yeah, just do it well! c'mon, c'mon it's starting! you're beautiful, that's for sure..." you take a seat on the couch, hugging your knees to your chest as you watch and listen, giggling along to mike's off-pitch ad-libs and timing mistakes. abby squeals at him, bursting into a fit of laughter and incorrect lyrics as he tickles at her torso.

you could get used to this, you think. maybe moving wouldn't be so bad.

how cute for it to all just go ka-blammy (,: going to write a part 2 for "to crumble" and i know y'all said y'all wanted it sweet but hmmmm...i think we need some angst. just stay tuned 🤞🏽

faire's seedlings ✿

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#fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf fic #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #faire’s mike schmidt <3 #faire answers asks #faire is writing stuff #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #this is just so cute and it sucks what comes after it #like writing their past is kind of sick of me #it's not like that anymore and i'm just reminiscing #so are they </3

[cup1dxzs]

Darling Little puppet

Wally X Reader

Chapter 2- Noodle soup

It had been late afternoon, the children’s puppet show that had you enthralled with was long gone by now, much to your displeasure. It wasn’t often when you’d find yourself anticipating for the next release of an episode since you’d prefer not to indulge yourself with silly little things such as that, but alas you had fallen victim to such.

For now you’d stick with making yourself a small dinner as your appetite wasn’t demanding for too much food and you didn’t want to end up with a stomach ache. After some thinking on your part you had chosen to make yourself some chick noodle soup, that way when you had leftovers you could have some soup for breakfast tomorrow morning. As you made the concoction you’d call soup your mind slowly wandered back to that children’s show to which you had learned was called ‘Welcome Home’, albeit strange in your opinion because who were they welcoming home? But it could be that they’re welcoming the viewer, in this case was you, home.

Also something else interesting to remember was that you’d learn the darling little puppets name, Wally, thanks to another friend of Wally, she had bright blonde hair with pink felted ‘skin’ and to accompany her was a bright red dress that faded into yellow towards the bottom, including green leggings that you supposed only she could pull off followed by some white dressing shoes, she also had what seemed to be horns on a headband? You weren’t sure what the inspiration was from but it was still such an endearing puppet to look at, her name was Julie, it fit her happy go lucky personality. You had to give credits for the designer of all these puppets since they were just so well made especially for a children’s show.

As much as you wanted to focus on the cutesy parts of the show you couldn’t help yourself but to think about how strange Wally was, as much as he was such a cute little doll- erm- puppet you felt something was definitely wrong when you would spot him just staring right into the camera as his other neighbors would talk amongst each other, his eyes would be two black voids they’d be so blown out that you wouldn’t even be able to see the whites of the eye from where you rested on the couch. Seeing him not break eye contact even to blink sent shivers down your spine, but maybe you were just overthinking it? I mean the thought that some kiddy show had something cryptic hidden inside was laughable in itself, even if it did you were pretty sure that the channel that broadcasted would take it off the air faster then you could snap-

“Shit! That hurts!” You cried out as you saw blood slowly start to trickle down your finger, you’d stupidly cut your finger chopping the carrots, clearly your attention was somewhere other then focusing on cooking the food. Turning off the stove you’d be quickly on your way to look for a bandage, cupping your finger as some blood dripped slipped through and dripping down onto the floor, it made you feel queasy to see all that blood.

Finally gone from the living space and somewhere else roaming the small house a faint click was heard by none, the Tv was on and nothing but static could be seen, or so one could have thought, a faint outline of two inky black voids that could be considered eye stared out into the room, analyzing it.

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I wasn’t expecting the last post I made to be seen by others :,D but I’m so thankful that you guys read it!! Also lemme know if theirs anything I can fix or just anything you wanna let me know!!!

-ChillyKitty

#wally x reader #wally darling #welcome home wally #x reader #hope you enjoy #pls let me know #im so thankful #for everybody

[dark-chocolatt]

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 !

MODERN AU PERSONAL AIDE THOMA X GN READER

genre: fluff, smut

romantic relationship !

sub reader !

“𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬”

content warnings: master/servant relationship, babying, cry-baby reader, size kink

the younger whined, squirming in thoma's arms. “i don't wanna go to beddd” they complained, their small fists thumping against his back in futile attempt to get down. their aide chuckled, “no can do, you have a meeting tomorrow so you have to wake up early” he remarks, entering your bedroom and setting you down on your bed.

clad in your soft pajamas, your tiny frame burrowed itself under the fluffy duvet, attempting to hide. thoma's smile grew, “little one, hiding won't do you any good” he said with a soft simper that dusted your cheeks with a soft peachy blush. he pries off the duvet, gently flipping you over and propping you up on his chest.

“do i have to go to bed so early?” they pouted, fiddling with the sleeves of their pajamas. thoma nodded, caressing their cheek with a loving smile. ”but, you can still play games or watch tv beforehand, you don't have to go to bed yet but in 20 minutes it's bedtime alright?” he adds, bringing a smile to your face.

you lay on his chest, fixated on the screen of your tv, watching your favourite show. before you knew it, thoma had turned off the tv, startling you. "h, hey! i wasn't done yet!” you shouted, feeling frustrated. “i'm sorry but i have to get you to sleep” he replied, apologetic. you huff, feeling tears build up in your eyes. it was unfair, why did you have to go to bed so early, you haven't been bad so why?

“oh honey, don't cry, shh” he cooed, stroking the back of your head. he kept whispering soft reassurances into your ears 'til only soft sniffles remained along with your pretty glossy eyes. you stared up at thoma, clutching onto the sleeve of his uniform whilst he cradled you to his chest.

thoma felt a bit sad, he thought he'd finally succeed in not making you cry for an entire day but alas, he failed once more. “bunny, do you not feel sleepy yet?” he asks, nuzzling into the crown of your head — his strong arms wrap around your torso, fully intent on keeping you close to him. you shake your head, feeling him move around a bit before handing you your favourite stuffed toy.

“bunny, i'm sorry, but i'm gonna have to tire you out, you have to go to bed” he whispers, breath ghosting your sensitive ears. you flush, feeling the heat crawl up your neck. “then, i'll begin if you don't object” he said, trailing one of his hands down to your chest. a soft whine is forced out of your mouth when he pinches one of your nipples though your pjs. he can't help but laugh slightly when he sees how affected you are, how sensitive your body is never fails to amuse him.

you clutch onto your plushie, the feeling of him pinching, twisting and pulling on your sensitive nipples felt too good. eventually, you got impatient, pulling on one of his sleeves and letting him feel how turned on you were down there. thoma's hand covered your entire sex, it made him happy — knowing that his cute little master, his master that looked so fragile and meek was so vulnerable in front of him.

“oh? you want me to touch you right here? alright then” he chuckled, gently laying you down on your bed. he unbuttons your top, pulling down your bottoms and throwing them beside the bed.

he gets on top of you, sucking on your nipple, moaning into them when you tug on his blond hair. his hand trails down between your legs, prodding at your sex. he parts from your chest, eyeing your expression with a lusty gaze; his green eyes are tainted with unsatiated lust. he groans, feeling impatient, he just wanted to devour you, just why were you so fucking adorable?

your aide captures your lips with his own, slipping his larger tongue into your tiny mouth; thoma's tongue overlapped your own, rubbing against the walls of your mouth. a line of saliva connects both of your mouths, trying to regain your breath as you stared into each other's eyes.

“little master, i want to devour you—may i?” thoma pleads, his tone laced with sugary sweet desire. soft green eyes were murky with lust, staring at you as if you were the only person that enamoured him. ”p, please” you whimpered, feeling your lower regions ache with need.

thoma lowered himself between your legs, prying them apart. he licked his lips, licking a stripe up your sensitive sex — he deeply resembled a cat that couldn't get enough of a ball of catnip. streams of high pitched moans and whines left your mouth, your embarrassment seeped through you but by the time it did, the pleasure had already overridden it.

as he grew more frantic, he began prodding at your hole — pushing his tongue in and out deep inside of you. his grip around your thighs grew tighter, pulling you close until half of his face was buried between your inner thighs.

whenever you'd tug on his soft blond locks, he'd groan into you, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your insides; one of his hands placed itself on top of your own on his head, urging you to continue tugging on his locks.

green eyes admired the sight of you being so flustered, so messy for him: tears building up in your wide eyes, dried tear stains on your red cheeks, and that cute little mouth of yours that let out the sweetest moans. he could feel his cock twitch in his pants, aching for your soft insides — he really wanted to see you cum on his cock, he's seen you pass out, drool, and cry on his cock but he can never get enough of it — enough of your cute body spasming, enough of you crying out for more of him.

“i'm c, close” you whimpered, barely managing to alert thoma as your orgasm drew nearer. thoma only moaned, his tongue prodding at your most sensitive areas, abusing all the spots he knew to get you over the edge.

soon enough, you were choking on your sobs, climaxing from thoma's continuous assault on your sensitive hole. your favourite stuffed toy was drenched in your tears, having held onto the plush for dear life as thoma pleasured you. he licked up all your juices, savouring your flavour.

he climbed up until you were face-to-face, brushing away the stray hair from your face. “are you tired? or,” he paused, smiling at you in an amorous manner, leaning down enough til you could feel his warm breath fan your face — “do you want more little one?”

#soft&sweet~ #genshin smut #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #thoma x reader #thoma x gn reader #thoma x gender neutral reader #thoma smut

[thirsty-lakedream]

The Ross Experience

This month had been absolutely terrible. I got blamed for dropping the ball on an important case and now I feel like I’m walking on eggshells with the whole firm. Then I spent all weekend trying to get tickets to see The Driver Era, specifically Ross Lynch. He was my closet childhood crush watching his Disney days and the main reason I watched The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. When I heard he was touring, I dreamed of the chance to see him live, but alas, the show sold out before I could get a chance. I was so bummed, but when I told my boyfriend he promised me that he would make my dreams come true.

I didn’t know what he meant by that until I woke up the morning of the concert date to find Howard was missing. Looking around I found a note with my name on it on the kitchen table. It was from him, “Hey babe, I promised I would make your dreams come true. Get dressed and follow the directions on this letter. Knock twice on the door to find your surprise!”

A bit confused I followed the letter’s instructions, which eventually led me to a hotel near the concert venue. Outside, I saw a group of people holding signs in hopes of seeing the Lynches who were probably staying at the hotel for the show. The thought of seeing Ross pass by made me think of waiting around, but I knew Howard was likely waiting inside. The letter led me to a hotel room on the top floor, the I stood there for a moment, slightly nervous for why awaited me but confidently gave two hard knocks at the door. I didn’t hear a response for a moment, but when someone answered I could not believe my eyes.

“Hey, you’re Dereck right? Glad you could make it.” Ross Lynch gave his heart-melting smile. “Come on in.”

My jaw fell agape as my celebrity crush was not only talking to me, but inviting me into his room. Still trying to process everything, I walked into the suite. It was a really nice hotel room, almost like an apartment. There was some furniture and a giant king bed. I guess a celebrity like him would be used to treatment like this, but I was more engrossed with him. Watching him on TV and his music videos didn’t hold a candle to him in person. I couldn’t help but stare at his gorgeous face. He was wearing a wife-beater that clung tight to his rippling muscles. I tried to stop myself from getting a hard on, but my thin jersey shorts did little to hide it.

He looked down and chuckled, “Oh I see that someone’s excited to meet me? Here, let me help you with that.” Without second thought, he placed his hand firmly on my crotch, the touch irresistibly turning me on further. His other arm swung around my neck, pulling in my body further and making my knees weak.

Before I allowed myself to fall into my carnal desires, I snapped back into reality. “Wait!” I stepped back, from his touch, “I- I can’t. As much as I want to… have a boyfriend.”

“Don’t worry about Howard,” he chided, taking a confident step towards me. “He’s actually the one who set all this up. Trust me, he’s perfectly aware of anything that goes on here.” Taking my cheeks into his strong hands, he pulled me in for a passionate kiss. My mind was racing with all kinds of confusing thoughts, but if Ross Lynch knew my boyfriend’s name, then he actually was telling the truth. At least that’s what my desperate mind rationalized. Gradually, I accepted the kiss, taking his tongue into my mouth.

In our fervent kiss we moved onto the bed and quickly started undressing. He pulled down my shorts revealing my dick, hungry for release. His was also grown full mast and ready for a good time. He was powerful, yet knew how to be delicate, taking time to pleasure me every way my boyfriend knows I like and then some. Eventually my body collapsed to the now-unkempt bed, hot and sweaty though unbelievably satisfied.

Ross Lynch was standing across the room, sliding back on his pants. “So how was that?”

In pants, I mustered out, “Amazing…”

His smile was intoxicatingly sweet. “Well, in addition to that, I also want you to have this.” From the table he picked up a lanyard and tossed it to me. It was a vip pass to the show tonight.

“Wow, this is all I ever dreamed of. I can’t believe Howard set this up for me.”

“Well believe it. Are you ready for one last surprise?” Ross gave me an intriguing look. What else could he possibly give me to make this night even better? I cautiously consented to his question. Ross then reached behind his head, searching for something. And with one quick pull, I witnessed his head shifted unnaturally. It was like his face begin to disfigure and fold under itself like it was fabric! He continued to do this until his whole head crumpled and fell to his chest revealing-

“Howard??”

“Hi Dereck, surprised?” Sitting upon the body of Ross Lynch was the head of my boyfriend. He was bathed in sweat, panting heavily from the intense sex.

Excited I rushed over to give him a kiss. “I can’t believe it! I mean I knew something was off but I didn’t think all this!” Ross limp face dangled from his neck. I looked at the interior of the mask. Though the outside was just like human skin, the inside looked like rubber. “What is this, some kind of realistic costume?”

“Not exactly,” Howard picked up another thing from the table, it being a small empty vial. “I found this on the internet. Just sneak this into someone’s food or inject it with a needle and the target becomes a wearable bodysuit!”

“You mean-“ I look up and down his half-dressed visage, “this is actually Ross Lynch???”

“Yeah but don’t worry, it’s only temporary. When I take it off he’ll eventually regain his form and consciousness within an hour, without remembering anything during his time as a wearable skin.”

“That is so hot.” I kissed his cheek. “And I can’t believe you did all of this for me. You are the best boyfriend ever!”

From the door, two quick knocks follows a voice on the other side, “3 hours before the show Mr. Lynch!”

Quickly Howard pulled up Ross’s face and adjusted it to fit properly, the responded with the singer’s silky voice. “Got it, be right out!” He turned to me, playing with my messy hair. “I have to go, but you bet after the show we’re coming back here and ‘Ross’ will be down for whatever your heart desires.” I excitedly nodded then he headed out the door.

At the concert, I enjoyed the star treatment, getting to stand right in front of the stage. As I watched the duo perform, it was tantalizing to know the guy up there performing was actually my boyfriend! He passed glances over to me, quick reminders of what else was to come with my time with Ross. I put away all the bull of the past month and had the best night of my life. Maybe after the concert, Howard would even let me have a go at being Ross? And who knows, maybe we can order more of those bodysuit vials and have more fun in the future? The possibilities are endless.

#male body suit #bodysuit #takeover #celebrity #male transformation #original work

[initiumseries]

Can you list the best asian dramas you ever watched?

Oh 100%. Now this is in no particular order. So I'm gonna combine best and most compelling. Some dramas I watched weren't necessarily "The Best" but they held onto me and I think that's worth noting.

Goblin The Great and Lonely God

This drama, is a drama I'd pay money to have my brain wiped of memories of so I could watch it again for the first time. Everything about it is so good, so emotional, and it's literally changed the landscape of kdramas since.

Touch Your Heart

Lee dong wook and Yoo in na's reunion drama right after goblin is EXACTLY what we needed and it was such a perfect, quintissential romantic comedy drama. Exactly what got me into kdramas in the first place.

Hi Bye Mama

I've said this before, but this drama was...whew. It's weirdly slept on, because it's the first drama that made me CRY, cry. So worth the watch.

Navillera

Not necessarily the best kdrama I've ever watched, but you put young people in need of a parental figure and old people in need of a young person together and you've got me HOOKED. I will watch ANYTHING kdrama related with young folks and their grandparents. I'm very close with my grandfather so this drama MESSED ME UP. So emotional, so good.

Something In the Rain

this drama was like...it took over my life, made me SO FUCKING ANGRY, and then like ruined me. Their chemistry was INSANE, and it elevated the emotionality of their relationship. Also the cinematography was so...thoughtful. They deliberately filmed it so their intimate moments felt like we were spying on them a bit, and I really liked that idea of seeing them behind bookcases while they're cuddling to watch tv etc. They felt like a real couple.

Crash Landing On You

It's just a drama you have to watch. Nothing I can say about it will make sense. But when you watch it and see them AND the second leads together? Bro.

Princess WeiYoung

This was one of the first c-dramas I actually sat through. The backbiting, the scheming, the costumes, the sets, HOOKED me. I was IN. And THEN their chemistry?!?! LOOK at how he's LOOKING at her. Ugh.

The Rise of the Phoenixes

So, I know I'm alone in this, but this was one of the most thorough and intense dramas I've seen. The attention to detail really resonated with me. It's like, the definition of a slow burn, but their chemistry is CRAZY, the acting is top tier, the sets, the costumes, the drama. It was all just such a feast. Even the fact that, there was no dub for this drama, the actors read all the really challenging poems they recited themselves, the meaning behind everything, was sooo cool. The director's cut saved it, I know, but I felt like they could've cut some stuff out to keep it tight. Such a melancholy drama from beginning to end.

The Story of Yanxi Palace

I am a messy bitch who lives for drama and yanxi palace DELIVERS. All the women are insane, and compelling, and NASTY. And I LIVE for that. I've been watching kdramas a long time, and I was so happy when they finally got to the point of making their female leads have personalities and not be doormats. So when I started getting into c-dramas, the thing that hooked me was that the lead female characters were often women with strong personalities, smart, and simply limited by the circumstances of the world they live in, but even with those restrictions, they exercise such power within those boundaries that I LOVE. This drama does all that and more. A+.

Misty

this drama is so tough for me and zalrb. It was SO COMPELLING to watch. Kim Nam Joo is RIVETING to watch, and it was her comeback drama and boy did she come BACK. I remember rushing home from work to watch the next episode because I had NO idea where it was gonna go, and the TENSION between her and the guy not her husband was STRESSFUL. But whew the fucking whiffed it at the end. It's so unfortunate because a tight ending would've sent me over the edge. But alas, this was (minus the ending) one of the most compelling kdramas I've ever watched.

Till the End of the Moon

Jesus christ. This drama was so FRUSTRATING. But their relationship was compelling, HE was compelling. Tantai Jin was SO incredibly interesting to watch and it felt like watching an actor level up as you're watching. I'm generally not a fan of fantasy C-dramas bc the cg is ALWAYS awful. But I just ffwrd through most of that stuff to watch the relationship stuff. I felt like there was a stronger way to tell this story, but they were compelling.

I feel like I might be missing some but these are the ones I thought of right away.

#till the end of the moon #the story of yanxi palace #goblin the lonely and great god #touch your heart #hi bye mama #something in the rain

[tscfsr25w]

Yume Nikki DS Theme!!

(for TWiLightMenu++'s Original R4 skin)

A fun little project of mine from a while back, I dread not having my special interests on my devices... so here's what I eventually came up with.

It never wound up on the official twlmenu theme site, due to me submitting another theme along with it, a template theme I used for exact measurements of UI elements' positions and size (yes, they cannot be altered in this skin :c )

The Theme Itself!

Here are the raw photos! Saving these with the filenames logo.png, bckgrd_1.png, icons.png and bckgrd_2.png should do the trick and make it work! Otherwise, you can just extracting the ZIP with all of the working files I've used onto your console:

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/477151458257535003/1112134104142577674/Yume_Nikki_original.7z

With that out of the way, I will talk about my process making the theme, including whatever else I had in mind for it!

Process

I wanted this theme to feel... dynamic, I always try to go for this whenever I do customize something, make the best of what I have and even try to tell a story with it, or make it immersive... make it relevant. Do all themes need to do this? Not really, I'm just like this.

My vision was pretty simple really, since this skin in particular does not allow for a lot of freedom, just four images and all the interactive buttons are... not customizable (in size)! But, they lack graphics, so we can use the background to make graphics for them (the only button with a graphic is the manual which you can see in the first picture, bottom screen, top right).

So let's start! For the three main buttons on the first screen, they represent choosing a game, booting the cartridge, and launching GBARunner2, the GameBoy Advance emulator/hypervisor/whatever!

I believe what I originally had in mind was making all the buttons part of Madotsuki's room, but... that plan soon fell down since I realized... Madotsuki's room was too small! But I realized it was big enough for two buttons... and I thought, huh, I suppose the first and second button DO seem more related than the one for running GBA games, so boom, both of them are now packed in Madotsuki's tiny room... Selecting a game is Madotsuki playing on her console, while launching the cartridge is... an indescript boxart I referenced of NSMB, it's not great but it's also like 2 pixels large so... I didn't think it mattered that much.

And so, only the GBA button remained, my initial plan was to have Uboa on a separated white-desert-like island, but that plan fell through quick as I did not want to make more custom graphics than thhat little DS box...

Thinking what I could replace Uboa with, Poniko came to mind! And there couldn't have been a better fit, I loved how well it just worked! Madotsuki's room was latched to the bottom of the screen, while Poniko's was latched to the top...-right corner, but alas!

The final touch was making Poniko look at the door, almost as if looking at Madotsuki, I feel like this is my favorite detail out of all of them, plus some funny little gay subtext (/j /j but also the light novel exists so.)

That's it for the bottom screen of the intro images, the top screen is just Madotsuki's balcony at day, which when entering the file selection, turns to night time!

And as entering the file selection is represented by Madotsuki playing NASU, you also have NASU on the bottom screen, albeit a very squished down version of it... along with the TV and a graphic for quitting... (since it's an input that I just don't see mentioned anywhere else ever...? The graphic for "START" in it was also made by me!)

Scrapped Ideas!

Only the bottom screen in the first set of images is changed, it's just a minor alt of the placement of Poniko's room and her sprite, now facing forwards.

The second set of images is a different background for the top screen, the file selection screen, that of Mars-san... I wanted to convey the idea of going deeper into Mado's mind when you select a game, but that's still conveyed somewhat in the original, as the day turns to night, and you see NASU on the bottom, speaking of! Another difference in that screen was just hiding Uboa instead of FACE, an entirely inconsequential change, but one I wanted to mention nonetheless.

Another idea I had for bottom screen during file selection was Masada looking at the game or folder you are about to pick! This one... just didn't fit at the original resolution of the screenshot, and with the other UI clutter (the unremovable microSD/SD text in the bottom left...), it just seemed too busy, I feel with a bit of tinkering something nice can be made... but honestly I didn't want to mess far too much with it, despite my perfectionism in every other aspect of this theme.

#my text #autism rambles possibly lol... #yume nikki #nintendo ds #ds #dsi #ds themes #modded ds #modded dsi #homebrew #twilightmenu++ #retro consoles #console modding #lams stuff

[bells-of-black-sunday]

🗯️ Danny and Haru ooo

Dirty Thoughts | Accepting

That pale gaze stared at Haru from across the dinner table mulling in his own thoughts while Robin was away, how loud and boisterous he was. Beloved even. Though the company he kept wasn't stellar, a tattoo artist whose one bad date away from a drug addiction and a scam artist who preyed on the desperate to give fake life advice to those two were certainly something to write home about, huh? Oh, but Tarhos wasn't any better was he? A washed up veteran with more baggage than an airport, really he was waiting for him to snap or throw himself into an early grave one thing or another. But... Haru.

Oh yes Danny could make quite the story out of Haruko Nakasone. An unusual name, but sometimes you just needed a little spice to get the creativity flowing. He'd start preparing a month in advance, Robin would understand after all he'd need to keep his precious guard dog by his side for as long as possible to make sure everything would go off smoothly. Stalk out his workplace, find out what he actually liked drawing the most something to pull inspiration from.

He couldn't do that with their apartment easily, he knew they had security systems. They'd be stupid if they didn't with what his war dog did for a living. Oh, but the anguish would be so sweet to write about if he did. Being killed in your own home while you beg and plead for your boyfriend, anyone really to come and save you and to think the artist probably begged for one parent or another the first time someone tried to kill him. Funny how thematic that would be. Almost like a movie.

He'd enter through the front door when Haru takes his dog down the stairs like he always did every night before bed. And while he didn't expect an elderly dog to get in the way, especially when he's met her before, he wasn't above neutralizing it or locking her outside if she did become one. Still... he'd start by closing the front door again, that'd certainly get his attention. Make him come out into their living room to search for his beloved boyfriend to welcome him home from work.

But no one would come. He'd probably be confused, shrug it off and turn to go back to what he was doing when he'd notice the tv turn on. That'd scare the shit out of him. He'd always been one of the idiots afraid of the paranormal, but there'd be a sinking feeling in his gut that this wasn't that. This was something far more dangerous and only when that feeling is more realized is when he'd strike. A perfect crescendo of emotions, a hand over a mouth and a knife in the side. The pretty crimson that'd flow down his tank top and drip onto the floor.

He'd struggle of course, probably try to scream, he's not totally helpless, but Ghostface was more than capable of handling people like that. He'd stab his throat to make sure he couldn't be as loud as he wanted though maybe he'd toy with him first. Maybe between his ribs or cut his tendons so he couldn't move while he carved his own designs into his flesh. A perfect spectacle to capture the readers eye. How fun it would be, "The Ghostface Strikes Again: Local Tattoo Artist Found Dead, Strangle Symbol Carved Into The Deceased!" a working title naturally, but he could spin it as him taunting the police.

But oh how he'd love watching him choke on his own blood, tears streaming down his cheeks as he begs for anyone to come and help, or maybe he'd realize he's dead. He loved to see them break. The moment where their mind finally realizes the inevitability of their death was the best part, he loved capturing those moments in photographs. Maybe he'd pose him like the Ophelia painting in his bathtub and stick around to watch Tarhos sob.

Oh the aftermath would be fun, to be so closely connected to those that would be effected Danny almost wondered why he never killed people he was close to before. To see the very real effects his stories had up close would be so breathtaking, but alas... it'd have to remain a fantasy. The killer focused back into his surroundings as Robin tasseled his hair. Only then did he notice how deathly pale Haru seemed to look while he stared at him.

The cool sweat that clung to his brow as Tarhos tried to get his perfect boyfriend's attention. Danny smiled something saccharine, "What's wrong Haruko? You look like you seen a ghost."

#ic #𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘍𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘖𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 - [ 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 ] #verse; modern #tw; murder #tw; blood #tw; torture #tw; animal death #look its dirty because uhh blood is involved there- #hi- I'm writing about Danny being the horrible person he is #q.

[420themanbehindtheslaughter69]

So... what now?

Did Taehyun bias wreck me? Yes. Am I ashamed? Not even a little bit. I love him <3 THIS IS ALSO THE FIRST ONESHOT I'VE FINISHED IN SO LONG OH MY GOD

Paring: Kang Taehyun x Reader

Aus: Bed Sharing, Childhood Friends to Confused, GN! Reader, Reader is shorter than Tyun, its raining, and Taehyun is also still an idol btw :D (it just has no significance)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Cuddles with Taehyun, mild and fluffy make-out, mild swearing, it's raining, y/n is a lil spooked by thunder and lightning btw, I'm really not good at this anymore, but I tried my best :D

-

Moving out was always scary. It's a big step into the real world. It's always nice to have a friend by your side.

Especially when that friend is Taehyun...

I look over to see Taehyun smiling at the movie we're watching. I can't help but smile to myself as I watch my best friend. His tapioca pearl eyes glisten with the bright tv, illuminating his face.

"You okay?" I jump at the sudden voice. Taehyun looks at me worriedly. "Yeah, I'm good, just thinking," I say with a closed-mouth smile. He pats my knee and continues to watch the movie. He drapes the blanket that's on him over the both of us, quickly stealing glances.

~

"I'm off to bed, you should probably get some rest as well, Y/n." Taehyun yawns patting my head. "Goodnight," He continues walking towards his bedroom.

"Goodnight!" I yell out so he can hear me. I fold up the blanket and head over to my room as well. 

As I curl up in the warm blankets, the room fills with rain softly hitting my window. Suddenly a loud crash of thunder fills the silence, causing me to jump. "Why.." I groan, seeing a flash of lighting. I quickly climb out of my bed and waddle over to Taehyun's room.

"Tae?" I gently open the door and I see him reading a book. His warm honey skin glowed with the dim tableside lamp. "Can I stay in here until it stops storming?" I softly ask. He slowly looks up at me and smiles, patting the empty side of the bed. I hear another crash of thunder and speed up my pace walking to his bed.

I climb under his soft covers and immediately am greeted with comfort. Crash! Thunder goes off and I hide in Taehyun's arm. I hear him chuckle as he strokes my head a little bit. "It's okay... I got you," He reassures. He puts away his book, getting himself comfortable in his bed. He faces me and strokes my arm. "I got you," He continues to reassure. 

I don't know what came over me but with our sleeping arrangements, his addicting voice, and the comfort of being with him; I had my hand on his face and pressed my lips against his. Tae didn't even wait for a second to kiss me back as if he were waiting for it. His large hands quickly grab my waist and pull me towards him. "Y/n... why are we doing this?" He abruptly stops and rests his forehead on mine. 

"I don't know... but please don't stop." he reconnects his lips to mine. His arm lightly holds my waist. He's my best friend... and I know we should stop... But I don't want to. His lips are so warm and his bed is so comfortable. Everything about this moment is perfect.

Taehyun's soft hands reach behind my back, pulling me close to him. Our chests touch and our kiss stay gentle.

His tongue dances with mine and my eyes open, seeing his beautiful features up close. I smile into the kiss and he does as well. "Y/n, you're so beautiful," He mumbles into my mouth as he continues to kiss me. He grips my waist, desperately trying to keep me closer. I rub his face with my thumb and enjoy the feeling of being so close to Taehyun. Alas, the beautiful moment comes to an end when a loud crash of thunder booms through the room and I immediately hide under the quilt with a yelp.

"It's okay, I got you. You're safe with me." Tyun holds onto me and quietly hums. The warmth from his body and the comfort of the situation slowly lulls me into sleep.

~

The Next Morning

"Mmg," I let out a loud groan as I stretch. I open my eyes and see I'm in my own bedroom. How did I get in here? I stand up and exit my bedroom looking around to find Taehyun. There I see him, standing in the kitchen, cooking something for breakfast. 

He looks up but quickly shifts his eyes away. "Goodmorning," I said while yawning. I open the cabinet to get a cup for some water.  He makes a soft hum sound, finishing up with the food. 

"May you set the table so we can eat?" He quietly asks, avoiding my gaze. What's up with him? I set the table, occasionally watching him. "Okay, breakfast is done," He announces monotonously. We both sit down to eat and he picks at his food. 

"Are you okay?" I finally asked breaking the silence. He nods, still avoiding eye contact. We continue eating. I'm really not enjoying how quiet this all is. He won't look at me or talk to me. "This is really good, Taehyun," nothing but a nod.

"Kang Taehyun look at me goddamnit!" My hands make contact with the table, shocking Taehyun. He gasps and lets his mouth ajar.  "Why are you avoiding me?" I'm worried about him and our relationship. 

"I don't wanna talk about it," he mumbles walking towards his room. I stand up and follow him.

"Well too fucking bad, we're talking about i-"

"I'm in love with you! I'm in love with you, y/n!" He suddenly shouts, cutting me off. "Is that what you want?" My gaze softens as tears seem to fill his eyes. 

"I don't know why you kissed me last night, but it was the best night ever. I really felt as if you and I were more than friends. I knew that you didn't feel that way about me, so I carried you back to your bed while you were fast asleep. I love you so much you have no idea." His voice remains shaky but he keeps himself together. I stare directly into his eyes before stepping closer to him. He shuts his eyes and a tear falls down his cheek. I quickly wipe it off but don't remove my hand from his face. His soft lips make contact with mine and I immediately force him to hold my waist. 

His soft lips fit mine perfectly and he gently hums. I move my hands to his hair and he smiles. Taehyun pushes me towards the wall and holds me close. Eventually, he pulls away and rests his forehead on mine. "I never told you how I feel," I tease with a smile. Instantly, Taehyun pulls away and stares into my eyes. His big, glossy eyes stare worriedly into mine... I almost feel bad. "God, Taehyun I love you so much you have no idea. Every single day it just pains me that we're nothing but friends," We stand there in silence before he breaks out into a blushy smile.

"So... what now?"

#txt #txt taehyun #tomorrow x together #taehyun txt #kang taehyun #taehyun x reader #fanfiction #txt fanfiction #fanfic #txt fanfic #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #huening kai #taehyun #bts #bighit #bighit entertainment #hybe #txt moa #kpop #kpop fanfiction #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #huening kai x reader #txt x reader #bts x reader #i love taehyun sm

[insurrection-if]

Top 9 TV Shows

Thank you so much @guardian-of-time-if for the tag! ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁) I’m not normally one to watch TV shows (YouTube, and sometimes movies, are more my thing nowadays), so this was tough! Also, wow, this was a bit of a revelation towards my fondness for comedic shows, haha!

Fun Fact (1): Steve Buscemi (mentioned due to his starring role in Boardwalk Empire which my mom knowingly used as a major draw in her recommendation for it) was one of my earliest crushes! My goodness, my childhood self always fawned and internally blushed at the vague memories I had of him in Big Fish (2003)— and I’ve been stuck with this celebrity crush since, haha! (I also had a less world-shaking crush on Matthew McGrory in the film . . . and just realized he was the same height as Fyodor while googling about the movie. 100% unintentional connection I swear—!) Also, uh, Boardwalk Empire had me crushing real hard on Michael Shannon in his role and I have no explanation as to why he had me blushing and fangirling like he did but I’ve never recovered from it since, haha! (And, later in the show, that crushing extended to Jack Huston in his role as well!)

Fun Fact (2): Playful Kiss (the Korean adaptation) had to make its way onto this list before other shows I’ve lovingly rewatch or had a strong dedication to for years simply because it was one of the most fun, hilarious, and dramatic group watching experiences I’ve ever had and remains a deeply beloved bag of memories with my sisters! Laughing to the point of pain and tears, pausing to run around yelling and gasping, and having long post-episode discussions together with debates and jokes alike was such a treasure thanks to this show! It’s been years since then (back in my high school days) but it still makes us all smile when we remember our shared experience watching it together.

Fun Fact (3): I struggled horribly to resist adding One Piece to the list, but alas . . . though it may be my favorite combination of story, characters, and impact the pacing of the show itself held me back—still a strong recommendation from me though!

Ah, I’m not certain about who has and hasn’t yet been tagged for this game, so I’ll forgo tagging any specific others and leave this post as an open invitation for any who wish to join in!

#tag game #personal

[celestiachan]

So I saw some tags on a reblog of one of my fics that were like "hey how does Green know that Second has these nightmares" and uh. Now I'm writing it

Brush, brush, brush.

Spit.

He turned and wiped his mouth on a towel. It was rare for him to be sleeping this early, but after Blue and Second actually non-metaphorically killed him, he was a little tired.

Surprisingly enough, the parts where they hit him didn't hurt. They just felt...fuzzy? Kind of like TV static. He didn't feel like building anymore after that and had announced that he was going to bed. He probably needed it, anyway.

Walking to his room, he could see Second passed out on the couch. His face was against the arm of the sofa, with the rest of his body sprawled across it, a single arm dangling off the side, barely brushing against the white tiled floor. Green smiled at this. Looks like Second was just as exhausted as he was. Opening the door to his room, Green closed the curtains, tucked himself in, and drifted off to sleep.

---

"The hell..."

A light grey, pointy-eared dog had jumped onto Green's bed, and was now standing directly on top of him.

"Hey, Acorn," Green said, giving him a couple scritches. He panted very excitedly and with a lot more energy than one would expect for any diurnal creature at 1 in the morning.

The dog jumped off the bed, trotted up to the doorway, and stared at Green. "Really, dude?" Green asked. "S'like...the nightmorning. Lemme sleep."

Green began to turn away, but a heartbreaking, high-pitched whine came out from Acorn's mouth.

"...fine. But if Red finds out I'm getting you snacks past your feeding time, we're both dead meat."

Green followed the dog quite slowly, Acorn turning around every so often to make sure Green was still there. To Green's surprise, Acorn walked past the stairs to the kitchen, and up to Second's bedroom door. He sat down and stared up at Green with big, round eyes.

"Dude...Second's so asleep right now. He's probably, like, the asleepest of all of us--"

A sob.

Green turned his head in the door's direction.

He knocked lightly. "Second?"

A gasp, then silence.

"Is everything ok?"

More silence.

"I'm coming in, ok?"

He slowly turned the knob.

"Seco--"

A blanket covered all of Second except his face. His eyes were bloodshot and his irises were glowing green. A box of tissues lay sideways on his bed, tissues spilling out of it as though they were liquid. As soon as the door was opened, Acorn ran up to Second and began licking his cheek.

"H-hey--Acorn--"

Second's speech was cut off when he saw Green standing in front of him. His eyes got even wetter. He covered his face with his blanket and laid down, snuggling a plush cat close to his chest.

"...Second? It's me," Green said. "What's wrong?" he asked, slowly getting closer. As he approached, he could hear...whispering?

"It's not real it's not real it's not real it's not real it's not real it's not real it's not re--"

"Second?"

A yelp.

"It's me, Gree--"

"Go away!"

...Huh?

"I...I killed you...you're not real."

Oh.

Oh.

"S-Second...I respawned. I'm safe. Everything's gonna be ok."

But alas, Green's words did nothing, as Second's sobs began again.

"I'm sorry," he cried. "I wish I didn't kill you. I don't know what's wrong with me. I wish you were sti--"

Green smacked him.

Second touched the part that he smacked while staring at him.

"You're...alive."

"Yes, I am. Now can you please explain what happened?"

Second's eyes shifted to the side. Were they slightly less green than before?

"U-um...do you remember today when I...?"

"Yeah."

"That, but...over and over again."

Ah.

That...sounds bad.

Green sat down on the bed next to him. "S'ok," he said, pulling him into a hug. "I know you didn't mean it."

Second returned the hug, almost dragging Green downwards. Green pulled back slightly, his face inches away from Second's. "If anything like this happens again, lemme know, ok? I love you. I don't want you to be sad."

Second flushed, realising how close he was to Green. "U-um...ok."

For the rest of the night, they laid in the same bed, snuggling, but not before two sentences were spoken:

"I love you, Green."

"I love you too."

#xenon screams #animation vs minecraft #animator vs animation #ava #avm #alan becker #writing #my writing #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #idk how dogs work so i based acorn off of my cat #also can you tell i ship secgreen #iyashikei au

[scream-into-the-voiddd]

Hot soup, cold leads.

[I was thinking about ways that rise April meet the boys and splinter and the I remembered that she was a 'stonehead' since she was 8 and she would 100% looking for stories at that time, hence she will find the long missing Lou Jitsu as her first big story]

April tied her shoes and put on her jacket as she headed out into the cold Sunday morning. Her mother told her she was now allowed to walk the three blocks to her Stoneheads meeting all by herself, she fell very grown up and happy she could take her time getting to the meeting hall, which in reality was a 14 years olds garage that held the the six other members including April herself.

As April entered the meeting hall the five other girls were setting up a small TV and a DVD player to play the burned disc of Warren Stones latest new broadcast. After some mindless chatter they began to talk about the actual new report itself. Apparently someone had spotted a giant rat near Lou Toni's Pizza, which April thought was not all that news worthy after all this is New York. The other girls just gagged at the idea of a rat near a food place to begin with, which is fair enough.

When the meeting was over and April began her walk home, her mind was buzzing like it always did after leaving her stonehead meetings. Every great story starts with a question that needs to be answers and April is look everywhere for hers. She would look up and down at buildings, through every bush and down every single ally looking for a story. This is New York there must be a story near by just out of reach of her tiny hands. But alas three blocks is not enough space for April to find her story in this chilly afternoon. She climbed the steps of her apartment building dragging her feet up each hollow step, defeated.

"How was you meeting sweetie."

she always said meeting in that mom way, like how you show them the spaceship you made out of a shoe box and they ask about its trip to space. But these were real meetings about the stories all through out New York and one April is going to find one.

"It was good but we mostly just talked about Warren Stones new tie and how it matched his hair."

"that's... nice, why don't put your things away, properly this time."

"Yes mom."

April went into her room and took off her jumper and then throw it on the floor before hoping onto her bed. She then grabbed the remote on her bed side table and started playing the Lou Jitsu movie she still had in her small tv. They weren't her favorite movies that was Jupiter Jim by a mile but she could not help but love the action and fast paced and larger then life stories.

She laid on her bed and day dreamed about all the things she could find and write about.

finding a big red bull that is also a cyborg

catching cufflink bandits

stopping a mad scientist from using their gag-a-magnifier

a giant ninja robot

the possibilities are endless and that is all they were possibilities. She looked back to the movie and she started to mouth along with the worlds as she had seen it and all the others over a hundreds of times. She then felt a question creeping in her mind and went to the kitchen to find her mother.

"Hey mom, Why did Lou jitsu stop making movies?”

her mother sighed and gave her a sympathetic look. The answer she got sent a shock wave through her tiny body and triggered something deep in her mind.

“Well sweetheart he disappeared years ago and no one has seen him since.”

Her mother then went into a lecture about strange danger and staying safe when she is by herself but April was no longer listening. Missing? How could someone that famous go missing? It’s like if Jupiter Jim or her ideal Warren Stone went missing; there is no way nobody know where he was.

April may only be 8 but she was not one to shy away from a mystery and this one was going to stay in the back of her young mind for the foreseeable future.

What happened to Lou Jitsu? and where is he now?

That was her question that is what she needed an answer to no matter where it may lead her.

April laid in her bed that night thinking about it, restless and turning. How could he just disappear? No that can’t be it she thought Lou would not go quickly into the cold night not without pouring hot soup all over whoever tried to take him.

What happened to Lou Jitsu? and where is he now?

That was her question that is what she needed an answer to no matter where it may lead her.

Then a more alarming thought can to her.

What if no one has ever found him because no one ever looked for him?

That’s it she jumps out of bed and decides right then and there she is going to find him, she will hunt down and find Lou Jitsu how could anything stop her.

She’s April O’Neil

#rottmnt #rise april #fic #text #lou jitsu #rise splinter #hot soup cold leads #rottmnt april #april o'neil #tmnt #all of her daydream story's are stuff that happened in tmnt 87 #no beta we die like gram gram #fanfic

[malapropisms-and-nonsequiturs]

EXIT (No. 1)

DISCLAIMER:

This is my first attempt at freewriting after many years of inactivity. A friend provided me with a prompt, and I just let it develop. I edited so it is easy to read, but it's mostly whatever unfiltered crap came out of my head in the moment. So feedback and criticism is more than welcome. Please tear me a new one.

PROMPT: Crimson sky, gun, person sitting by a brown leaved tree.

WARNINGS: Mental health/mentions of suicide/ interaction with psychiatrist/hospitalization/guns/anxiety/medication

Word count: 3.5k

Rating: 18+

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End of day, finally. The wind blows and it’s drying my lips. I chew them relentlessly like my thoughts chew away at my mind. I come to a stop, finally. Something inside allows me to rest. 

“You walked enough,” echoes in my head, “you’ve managed enough.”, “Enough.”, “Enough.” 

I groan out loud in an effort to shut the loop up before it induces another attack. I sometimes get stuck in these thought loops, they’re like TV commercials, loud and on repeat, and they never sell me what I need.  

I stop by a tree, and I am so stuck in my head that I don’t even realize the color of the leaves. I slide down the trunk, onto my bottom, collecting a considerable number of bugs on my back in the process. The ground is soft, and I don’t feel the cold or damp yet. 

The loop stops as I start looking around, finally. Trees, ground, mushrooms, moss, one, two, three, trees. Good.  

As I’m calming down, I rummage through my backpack and find I brought food. I take a sandwich out of my bag and take my time unpacking it. My teeth sink slowly in the bread. “I make good sandwiches.” I think. I chew less than I should, faster than I should, all patience out the window, and I start feeling it in my chest when I swallow a few superficially masticated mouthfuls. I try to eat slower. 

My head leans back on the trunk. I glance up and I notice with a smile that the leaves of the tree are brown. “Odd.” I look around but everything else is green. I look around, then back up. Brown. The sky creeps between thick, full branches, specks of crimson, alive and playful, seem to be dancing among the leaves. 

My eyes shift perspective and now only the branches and leaves are moving, the sky becoming a static, yet colorful background “I liked it better before.” 

I try to recreate the moment and I succeed briefly before my mind fixates back on my sandwich. “It’s an OK sandwich. Actually, ‘could have been better.” 

I don’t notice right away how pathetic my train of thoughts becomes. I should have continued to stare at the tree and so my food would have continued to taste delicious. Alas, I finish. I am pleased but tormented, nonetheless. Why must I suffer? 

The crimson of the sky darkens, I start to feel ants on my neck. Tiny feet marching on my sweaty scruff. It’s my cue to start walking again. I shake off the bugs, pat at the dampness on my butt and leave. My steps are heavier, but I keep a steady pace. At this point you may wonder who I am and where I am going. “It’s getting late”. I shouldn’t be out, right? 

Right.  

While on my way, I pick some mushrooms and stash them in my backpack.  

The way ahead is darker but quiet still. I slip back into my head where I find you. You’re still there hanging around, curious. The rhythm of my steps, the constant shuffle of the leaves, provides a good immersive environment. Not that I need it anymore, my daydreaming is pathological at this point. “Maladaptive, maladaptive, maladaptive., mala-…" 

We engage in conversation; you take the form of whatever human figure I need in that moment. You’re a friend, or a familiar presence, or so I think.  

I trip and stumble on a patch of raised ground. It’s pitch black, hours must have passed. What did we talk about again? 

I have a flashlight and so I use it. I can finally see where I am going. I become wary and my focus shifts to my surroundings. I tread carefully to not wake whatever’s hiding in the darkness. Like a fox or a bear, I don’t believe in monsters. 

It’s getting colder but I must go on. I must keep moving for now, as dark as it may get. Nothing can make me stop now. I move my flashlight around to peer at what's in my path. Trees, but these are slightly bent at the trunk, they lean into one another, they’re hunched back, like old people.  

My boots keep me warm into the night, my feet thankful in them, snuggled up in two pairs of socks, and covered in Band-Aids. There is no end in sight, no indication of change ahead, and if I met a brown-leaved tree before, now all of them are black, beside the line of sight lit by my flashlight that serves as a ray of emerald hope. 

- 

“So, tell me about yourself.”  

It starts to rain, heavy drops hit my shoulders and the top of my head. I pretend not to notice yet as if that makes me waterproof. 

“I’m not an interesting person.” I respond to the curious character in my head: you. 

“I'm just walking around, looking for the exit.” I tell you nonchalantly, you pretend to care or... I make you seem like you pretend to care.  

“Exit?” you ask bemusedly, as if you did not know already, but you do. How could you not? 

“Well, yes, I’ve been stuck here for a while, and I would like to go back.” 

You pause.  

- 

Have I finally had enough? I realize I am soaked, and the rain is still falling. I swipe a warm hand on my face, brushing off the wetness. Maybe a little bit more. 

Although it’s much colder in the woods at night, it’s still summer, therefore I can endure this slight discomfort for a little bit longer. Moments like these make me wonder if I am relentless at the wrong time.  

“What’s back?” You ask suddenly. “Where is back?” 

I shift in front of you, as if hesitant to answer. Even in my head I have trouble formulating a sincere answer.  

“Well, back. Back is before...” I start but falter and fail to continue, to finish. 

Is the rain dying down? 

“So, back is still here only back in time?” You’re a prick.  

“No, no, I meant, back is where I was before.” 

I swear I hear you scoff at me. It makes me snarl and I become self-conscious. 

The air smells deliciously of wet moss, dirt, and mountain flowers. I inhale deeply and feel fixed for a moment. Not enough. But it does smell pretty in comparison to me. I reek of wet dog, which is ODD because I am human? 

“Before what?” I start to dislike you, but I cannot bring myself to tell you. Maybe I really am ridiculous.  

“Before...” I begin with confidence, but my thoughts freeze in my synapses. “I am not sure.”  

The rain stopped. 

I entertain this entire dialogue as if it’s not completely insane and continue walking through the pitch-black forest that could kill me very easily, yet here I am not acknowledging the possibility.   

“Before I started feeling like this, I guess. Before you.” A confession. I sigh out loud and stop again. I stop because my anxiety tells me to stop, because it makes me physically react. I cup my face in my own hands and groan, the pads of my fingers dip into my skin, my jaw is clenched. I stop for good by a tall tree.  

I am done. I decide to wait out the night. I sit down, knees to my chest, arms around them. My forehead rests against my legs and I try to wait it out. 

I try to wait it out, because, unlike the rain, anxiety feels like death, like walking around with rot in your chest and brain. The rain weighs down its wetness on you like a blanket, but the fear, the dread, seeps into your blood and circulates inside you round and round and round and ...round and round. 

I don’t sleep when your voice finds me again, pinned to the tree. I’ve lit a small fire and I’m toasting my fingers and feet over the flames.  

“You stopped.” 

“I did.” 

“Why?” 

“I got scared.” I feel shame pool in my stomach. It’s a different kind of rot, shame. 

“Of animals?” You so innocently ask, making me chuckle. I think about the nature of my fear, and it is indeed irrational.  

“No, I don’t know why. I just feel scared.” My fingers reach closer to the fire, welcoming a pleasant burn. 

“Are you lost?” 

“I most certainly am. Forwards and backwards don’t mean anything anymore.” 

“I know where the exit is.”  

My forehead leans against my knees again. I pretend not to hear what you just said because I cannot entertain this madness further without spraining my brain.  

- 

Hours pass probably, morning breaks over the endless rows of trees. Birds, insects, rustling, hums, sploshes, the fire dying at my feet.  

Deep into the woods the sun doesn’t reach so easily in the morning. It feels colder than last night. 

I raise my head, feeling nauseous. I glance up and my heart stops, then I hear you looping in the background of my mind. 

“I know where the exit is.” 

Above me, brown. At my feet heavy, black, a gun. Did I even move? Did I ever start walking? 

“Please tell me where I am” I plead gutturally. I stoop so low into my own melon and start negotiating with my imagination. My thoughts convey a rapid response. 

“At your feet, at your feet, pick it up and pack it in.” 

I gawk at the gun. Filthy, phallic object. I often dreamed of it, kissed it, warm mouth on cold steel one and then fireworks, celebration, followed by pitch black sky. I feel sick to my stomach. I refuse. I will not reduce myself to spilled guts.  

“I will not.” I protest. 

“It’s not for you. Christ, you’re pathetic. I did not just bend the very fabric of your mind to materialize a gun at your feet so you can off yourself.” 

And for the first time, you don’t sound like me anymore. Your voice is no longer my imagination, imitating the feel of sound, your voice is sound, genuine vibration, prickling the hairs in my ears and traveling up my spine into my head. And it’s the most you’ve said since we’ve started talking.  

I think I can see you even, you look farther away than you sound. But no, it's not you, no. I swallow the dryness in my throat. I am losing it.  

The gun sits by my ankle, real as me and the trees around. I know you said not to, but what if? What if I would? And this feeling, I learn now, is not new. This feeling does not surprise me, the more I let it play in my mind. It’s familiar, like I’ve thought it a million times before. 

Oh. 

“Stop, just pick up the gun and do what I say.” 

“Is it true?” 

“Do what I say.” 

“But is it?” 

Radio silence. I feel bad, it seems like you know more than me. What happened? I pick the gun up to weigh it in my palm. I abandon any attempt at communicating with you, as it seems you only like to give orders. I’m mad at you. I’m mad. 

Sudden jolt of pain in my temple, sudden ringing in my ears, sudden metal taste on my tongue. I stand up and start running, still holding the gun. I run in frequent strides.  

I stop, the ringing is still there but distant. I look at the hand holding the gun, my finger pressed on the trigger. I gag. My retching echoes through the woods. I start yelling. 

“Where are you?” I search around. 

“Just say something, please. Say anything.” 

I look up, I curse myself for the nth time. Crimson sky again. I toss the gun away. It’s impossible, it was morning just a moment ago.  

There is deep hunger in my gut, sharp pain in my legs, I look unkept, like I’ve been in the woods for days. My palm cramps when I try to straighten my hand, like I’ve clutched the gun for hours. 

The sky bleeds over me, bringing forth cold air and uneasiness. I am yet to find out what happened, who died if not me? I haven’t found a corpse yet. I’ve swept the area several times. I even looked for freshly dug dirt in case I buried whatever poor creature I ended. Maybe I did not shoot anyone, maybe the gun just went off by itself and startled me into a state of confusion. Am I even capable of such an act? I don’t remember many things about myself. Or rather, I don’t know if I don’t remember or there is nothing to remember. Maybe there is no edge to my existence that’s worth forming memories of.  

Maybe I’ve been surviving, entered auto pilot and remained stuck in it until right now when the system failed or realized I am not supposed to be here and kicked me out like a virus.  

Am I out? 

There were no feelings before, but now I ache in and out. Is this what it means to be present? I don’t even know if I’m supposed to be here, it’s been 5 minutes and I’ve already shot someone. 

I remember you asking about me and I gave you a flavorless response, and then you tried to be polite and entertain the nonsense. Then... 

I must be mad because I start looking for a faceless, voiceless bundle of electrical and chemical signals that once passed through my piss poor excuse of a brain. You could be anything from the worm in the dirt, to the leaf on the tree, to the crimson of the sky, and I wouldn’t know because there is no way I can recognize you, there is no familiarity to you. 

I frown when I look for the gun and fail to locate it. I dropped it behind me and now it’s air. 

That damned gun, something ripped when it appeared, when you... 

“…bend the fabric... to materialize”, “I know the exit.”, “...the exit.” 

Exit. 

Something ripped open. The pain, the ringing in my ears. I pat at my ache but find nothing. 

I see the brown leaved tree again and I go sit under it. This I remember, I assume the same position as last night, however now my body feels no tension, and there are no bugs on my back. There probably weren’t any insects to begin with.  

I still don’t remember anything else, but as I stare ahead, I feel my gut warm up in anticipation of remembering every single detail from this point on.  

Stupid. It feels stupid and cheesy.  

What if I fall into the other extreme? I don’t want to remember everything.  

I shut my eyes; I try to forget that I ever wished for something like this. I chase back the darkness, the absence, but I am present, forced to change, too settled in this newfound reality, something is different. 

My fingers comb through the dirt under me, my hand gets covered in mud and worms. It’s cold but comforting, soft almost. I play with it but suddenly it’s thick, hard, no longer malleable and friendly. My fingers meet resistance. My back sinks into softness, the trunk of the tree morphing into plush.  

“So, tell me about yourself.” 

I look down and find my fingers dug into leather cushion armrests. I stare ahead and I am met by a scrutinizing stare. I shift in and out of focus, re-entering the space at different times during the conversation. Some words stick to me like smoke. 

“Catatonia”, “psychosis”, “epilepsy”.  

“Who are you?” I interrupt.  

“Your doctor.” A crooked finger points towards a pretentious name tag. Right. But then I see, on the white lab coat, under the tag, a silhouette embroidered in shiny brown thread: a tree. On the wall, behind the doctor, painted on texturized surface, a brown tree. On the file, sat on the desk, printed brown on white, a tree. 

Found you. 

“You’ve got epilepsy. But you’ll live.” 

“I remember you.” 

“I highly doubt it.” Yeah, it’s you. Prick.  

“You were mute, nonresponsive, stuck. Until we medicated you.” 

“You kept telling me about the exit.” Your ears perk up, eyes slightly widen. 

A beat. 

You smile genuinely. “Guess you found it, then, huh?” 

“What was it?” 

You chuckle. “Intravenous antipsychotics and electroconvulsive therapy.” 

“Explains the gun and the rain.” I note. You note...in writing.  

“So, tell me about that.” 

...

#writers #writeblr #writers on tumblr #free writing #suicide #mental h #mental il #medica #psychiatry #guns tw #fiction #writing prompt

[submaslover]

Chapter 1 of my Little Nightmares au. The combination of what i have posted so far.

Mist swirls in heavy clouds around the boy as he rushes forward, for what reason he is unsure, but he knows he will lose something if he does not hurry. Quickly he sees his goal, another child tied and suspended above a dark pit. He can almost hear his brother's voice as the rope is cut and the other boy falls.

Ingo wakes a gasp escaping as he sits up frantically glancing around, looking for his brother. Thankfully Emmet is in his spot clinging to his stuffed teddiursa, a happy grin on his face.  

'Thank goodness he must be having a good dream' Ingo thinks relieved as the terrifying dream fades into the forgotten. Ingo settles back down in his spot and watches Emmet for a minute longer. He's glad he has his brother, 'What would I do without him?' He wonders as he reaches out to hold onto one of Emmet's hands. Finally, he closes his eyes and relaxes back into sleep as Emmet squeezes his hand and lets out a small happy noise.

The next time Ingo opens his eyes Emmet is gone, thankfully he can be heard giggling at something close by. Emmet can be seen with a small stick drawing pictures in the mud, and perhaps trying to build a castle with the mud as well, he’s certainly covered in enough of it to make Ingo laugh slightly. Emmet, hearing his brother laugh, calls out to him, “Niiii-san! It rained so much last night! Come play with me?” looking up Ingo can see the cardboard making up their roof was now sporting a large wet patch. They would have to go looking for a new piece today, that however could wait. Ingo really did want to spend some time just playing with his brother in the mud.

Walking through the city was troublesome, the rain rarely let up, but when it did it left behind a chill that will cling to your bones. The sweaters the boys sport hardly help but having someone else close by certainly did. As the twins wander, in search of fresh cardboard, they stay hand in hand. This way Emmet won’t get lost in the city as they walk.

In the city any adults they cross are fixated on the static screens of tvs, so long as they are quiet and stay out of their line of sight the two boys are as good as invisible, to most of the adults. The boys know to stay clear of the hospital and the school, for fear of the teacher and doctor. The images of a long stretching neck and loud clattering from above remain the best deterrent.

Today they find fresh cardboard in an old moldering building, alongside lots of newspaper. The paper can be used for crafts or even bedding, so they take what they can. Ingo is certain something is watching them this day, perhaps a pokemon? Perhaps a staticky remnant of someone stolen away by spectral hands extended from a television screen.

The twins return to their humble home quickly today, Emmet starts to sing happily as soon as home is in sight. Ingo though is still on edge, he can feel eyes on his back, he wants to pick up his brother and run… But where would they go? All they know is the city and its outskirts, on one side a vast swath of water and on the other an unknown stretch of forest. They have only ever been feet into the line of trees, only to hear the whispering of spirits and crackle of static.

“Niii-san!”Emmet calls, placing a hand on Ingo’s back. “You've been staring off at the city for a veeeery long time now, did you see a pokemon?!” Emmet's worry quickly dissolves into excitement at the thought of something so rare and new. Ingo simply shakes his head, “Just the wind.” Ingo had to work hard to keep his voice low, he didn't want his brother to worry and didn't want whatever was watching them to become frantic.

The boys would later catch a rather large squirrel for dinner and turn in, Emmet holding the Teddiursa plush as always. Ingo didn’t want to sleep however, the feeling of eyes on them had never lessened. Alas ingo lost the fight to sleep, only to find himself standing in that dark mist-filled room with the hole in the floor. This time he heard Emmet call for him in a very frightened tone.

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