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justlemmeadoreyou · 7 months

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Trepidation^

Summary: (this ask) i was wondering if you could write one where harry feels a bit neglected when reader has an important meeting coming up or something, so she's missing date nights and stuff, a little angst if you please.

Word count: 2k

Pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing

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Harry sat alone in your dimly lit apartment, a heavy sadness weighing on his heart. He had been feeling neglected lately, as your demanding job had taken precedence over your relationship. It seemed as though each passing day brought more missed date nights and canceled plans, leaving him with a growing sense of loneliness and insecurity.

Tonight was supposed to be your special date night, a chance for you both to reconnect and forget about the outside world for a while. But once again, you had been called away for an important meeting, leaving Harry to face the emptiness of their once vibrant love life. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared at the untouched dinner on the table, a painful reminder of what could have been.

Feeling a deep ache in his chest, Harry couldn't help but wonder if he was no longer enough for you. Thoughts of inadequacy and doubt filled his mind, tormenting him with the fear that he was being replaced by your demanding career. The anguished silence of the apartment only amplified his sorrow, as every passing second felt like a confirmation of his deepest fears.

His mind drifted to the countless nights you both had spent together, laughing, talking, and sharing their dreams. How you would hold your hands in his and you both would just lie in your shared bed, relishing in the comfortable silence and presence of each other. You had built a life together in the two years you had been with each other, promising to always prioritize each other's happiness. But now, it seemed as though those promises had been forgotten, lost in the chaos of your professional success.

He didn’t oppose your work, it was one of the things he respected the most about you. But, lately, it was all you cared about. You were about to get a promising position as a promotion in your job, and you were working day and night to make sure you got it. He supported you in that too. He started to stay home longer to take care of your dog, oreo. He even prepared meals for you throughout the day, making sure you got the proper nutrition for working so hard. He sent you multiple texts, checking in on you throughout the day.

But, completely prioritising your work might not have been the best idea. You had not been able to spend any time with your boyfriend, let alone sit and relax with him, in quite a while. It wasn’t your intention, but it had all gone south and you had to give all your time to your job. It was like Harry was the only one in the relationship now, and he felt like a one-sided lover.

The weight of his sadness grew unbearable, he questioned whether you still loved him or not. The ache in his heart was not just from the missed date nights, but from the sense of abandonment that had settled in your once warm and loving home, that shone with your love that lit it up.

Harry longed for the days when your presence brought him comfort and joy. He yearned for the laughter and the stolen moments of affection that had once defined their relationship. Now, all he felt was the sting of neglect and the bitter taste of unfulfilled promises.

He yearned for your presence, your touch, even a proper look at your pretty face.

As the night grew darker, Harry couldn't help but cry out silently, his tears blending with the shadows that engulfed him. He wanted nothing more than to be seen and cherished by you, to be loved by you, to feel the warmth of your love once again.

In the depths of his broken heart, Harry hoped that you would realize the pain you were causing and make a change. He yearned for the day when they could rediscover the love that had brought them together, and finally mend the broken pieces of your neglected relationship

Harry felt you slipping away, and he didn’t really know how to catch you.

With hot tears streaming down his face, he took off the jacket of the tuix he had worn for tonight. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the tiny box that held all of his feelings for you. Opening it, he revealed the shiny diamond ring that he had bought two months ago, before your relationship fell into a messy blunder.

A tear fell into the soft foam beneath the ring and he tried to wipe it off aggressively. He wanted to keep it safe and shiny and pretty, so he could give it to you when the time was right, and ask you to marry him. Now, he wasn’t even sure if you wanted that.

If he wanted that.

. . .

You came home quite late, and it was around 2 am on the clock. With a tote bag stuffed with bottles of alcohol and a smile that wouldn’t go away.

You had gotten the promotion.

“Harry?” you called around the house, as soon as you entered.

You reached the kitchen, where you found the table arranged, with plates and wine glasses.

Fuck.

You and Harry had a date.

How could you forget? You both had been planning this for so long, finally being able to make a plan and spend the night together. He had even gone shopping over the weekend to make you your favorite pasta, even though it was his holiday after a whole week of work.

How could you forget?

You reached the table and put the alcohol aside, looking at the casserole full of food.

He hadn’t eaten.

You felt heartbroken, all the happiness and glory you were carrying for the past few hours, fading away into a dull ache in your heart. He had put so much effort into making this night special and perfect. He bought the red wine you loved, made dinner for you, set up plates and was probably waiting for you for hours.

And you couldn’t even be bothered to text him.

A tear escaped your eyes, and you started to search for Harry throughout the house.

Entering the bedroom, you saw him there, sitting at the foot of the bed. He was wearing a suit.

A damn suit.

He had put so much effort, and all you had done was get drunk over a stupid promotion. You had completely ignored him, just caring about your job and the money you were going to get. All the while he cared about your relationship.

You did not deserve him.

You walked over to him, taking a look at his face. His cheeks were tear-stained, and he looked so broken and sad. In pain. That you had caused him.

He was crying, and had probably passed out on the floor, waiting for you.

Sitting down beside him, you pulled his hand into yours. You were drunk and sad, and he was asleep. You just decided to talk to him like that, so he wouldn't have to see your awful face.

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I’m so so sorry. And not just today. Everything. For every bit of pain that I have caused you, for every tear that rolled down your cheek because of me. I ignored you. I neglected you. I ignored our beautiful relationship. I ruined it."

Proper tears were flowing down your eyes now, clouding your vision enough to not realize that he had woken up and opened his eyes.

"I had it. I had you. I had fucking everything in my hands. And I ruined it. I just-I just can't keep good things when they come to me, can i? I just always have to go ahead and fuck everything up. Throw everything out for just a bunch of money? God, how pathetic is that? And you know-I wasn’t just doing it to earn some extra money. I did it because-because my working hours would be reduced and-and I would have to work less. Less work. More you. More Harry." you giggled at your sappiness, before continuing, "And I'm sorry, Harry. So fucking much. I really am. for ruining our relationship. For making you cry. For all the perfect efforts you did for us, and I-I just let it go down the drain. I'm so so sorry."

"And you know, I understand. I understand that you are angry with me, and don't ever want to talk to me ever again. For how bad i fucked up. And I" a few fresh tears flew down as you prepared yourself to say ``I-I would I would get it if you want to break up. Even I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with me."

"Hey! How could you say that!" you flinched, his raspy voice making you shiver.

"What-I thought you-you were asleep."

"I was. And thank god I woke up, because the one time you properly talk to me, is when you are drunk and I'm passed out."

You weren't sure if it was a joke, but it made your heart break even more.

"I'm really sorry…" you started to sob, and he quickly pulled you into his arms.

"Shh. Don't apologize. You've apologized enough. I get it. I really do. When I neglected our relationship-when I was releasing my new album or going on tour, you stayed strong throughout. You never made me feel like I was ruining our relationship. you helped and supported me, when I needed it the most. I wanted to do the same too, but I just-just kinda broke down today. It just all came crashing down on me."

Your face formed a pout, and he kissed you sweetly on your lips.

"It's alright. I understand. Don't think too much about all that stuff you just said. I mean-I was a bit sad, because I thought that I wasn't your priority anymore. I thought you loved your work more than me. And I do too, you know, sometimes. And I'm sorry if I made you feel like you aren't enough."

"So you won't break up with me?" you asked, another quiet sob escaping your lips.

"No, silly. Why would I break up with you? I want to support you even more now. Throughout your work till you get the promotion, I will be by your side. I won't let you feel less again. Ever."

You sat up straighter, wanting to give him the good news.

"About that. I-I uh, I got the-the promotion."

His face softened, and he looked so fucking happy.

"WHAT!?" He exclaimed, and pulled you in for a tight hug, that knocked out the breath from your lungs.

"Yeah. I got the promotion today. My project was finally approved and my interview was last week and I cleared it."

He was smiling so big, and there were tears flowing down his cheeks.

Not sad tears, happy ones.

Because of you.

"My sweet girl. I love you so much. And I'm so so proud of you. Gonna love on you so much tonight."

You smiled at his happiness, finally feeling the ache in your chest go away, into loads of butterflies from the way he was looking at you.

He held you tightly in his arms, his chest now swollen with pride for you. How much you have achieved. How much you worked hard, all the rough times you had to go through, but it was all worth it in the end.

After a few moments of holding each other, your stomach grumbled.

"You hungry?" he asked, swiping his thumb across the apple of your cheek.

"Yeah. You made pasta?"

"Mhm, your favorite. You are gonna love it."

"I know. I always do. And I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, sweet girl. Now go and clean yourself up. I'll put the food in the microwave and heat it. Hurry, I have lots of things I want to do tonight." he said, his left hand swiping across the ring box in his pocket.

. . .

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selarina · 9 months

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Ghosts in Love

-> Suna Rintaro x Reader

Chapter 1: In the Meat and Dairy Isle

Summary: Amidst shared streets and familiar alleys, chance encounters with your ex at grocery stores or parks evolve into shopping together and sharing park benches.

Loosely inspired by the poem "Ghosts in Love" by Carl Sandburg

Chapter Warning: exes, domestic angst lmao

Words: 1k words

Taglist: Open

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You and Suna Rintaro have purchased tickets for a concert that is almost a year away.

Neither of you have canceled the booking for those tickets. Neither of you have tried to sell it off. It just lies there in the pile of your dusty emails. No attempt is made to delete it. You just let it make a home there, catching dust until you decide to reopen and read it again. And again.

It’s been 7 months since the two of you have broken up and you're wondering if you really need to get rid of them. You only mean, things have significantly mellowed down to a point where you go grocery shopping together, in a manner of speaking.

You still live in the same neighbourhood as him, so days of running into him at the grocery store, the park, or the laundromat have turned into days of shopping together, sharing a park bench, or using the same washing machine if there’s room. Cheaper that way, the two of you reason out.

So you've decided to bring it up at your next weekly run-in.

Except, you don’t see him all week. Or the week after that.

It’s odd but you don’t ruminate, you don’t have the time to. It’s the end of the month and you have deadlines that keep swamping up all over your calendar. And you also have a company ball to prepare for.

"Hey," he says, bopping your cold nose. You think that must have been instinct, because he brings his hand back down almost immediately at the touch. Like it stung to you, or that he's simply repulsed.

But you see him again, on a gloomy day. It’s raining on and off and everything is sticky. You’re sweating but you’re also cold as you stand opposite him in the meat and dairy aisle of the grocery store. His hair has grown a little, and it cascades across his face like a flood of dark water.

Your gaze is now drawn to the yogurt section as you look for the brand you usually use. A soft pink package. He lingers behind you through this, and you’re conscious of his movements. You wonder if he can see right through you, but it's a thought that only lasts for a split moment. He never really did understand you that well, you think.

"Haven't seen you in a while," you remark glibly as you toss a can of milk into your basket.

But it's a lot more intense in your head, and you find that your defences are back up. Why? You aren't sure, but you strongly believe that you will find out today.

“Yeah,” he says. You wait for a moment until you realize he isn’t going to explain himself. He doesn't have to after all.

“How have you been?” you try to change the topic.

“Fine, a bit restless. We haven’t had practices for a while,” he says. You proceed to basket the yogurt, along with some cheese.

You’re both sitting in a park now, just about to part ways before he says, “I went on a date.”

You hum in response.

—

The evening passes by as the two of you slip into the inevitable flow of a conversation.

You’re finally grateful you braced yourself for the inevitable.

You can’t say it doesn’t hurt, but it only hurts like a sting, rather than a typhoon. Right now, you’re too muddled with questions. Questions you don’t have the right to ask.

You don’t say anything.

A beat later, you ask, “Why are you telling me this?”

“I–I really don’t know actually,” he chuckles, and for the very first time, you hate it.

You hate the way his cheeks hollow into soft undefined dimples, you hate the crinkle at the edge of his eyes, and most of all you think you hate him in this moment.

“What?” It comes out before you can stop it, and nurture it into something more mellow — but right now, your anger seeps through your mouth and spits onto his face.

“Okay. Um, I really did need to leave so,” you say, and with a swoop you push yourself up.

This time you move quicker, walking away to leave but he stops you. His hand comes up to clutch your wrist. It's not tight enough for you to not walk away but you stop.

“I’m sorry,” he says and he seems genuine, which makes you hate him even more.

“It’s okay, Rin.” You say, because you could nurture your anger into something different. You’re definitely not okay, but you can pretend you think. For a bit, until you no longer have to pretend.

“Please, ca—just sit with me.” He says, and the wind blows, sending a chill down your back but you sit down anyway because you’ve never truly been good at telling him no. Not when it mattered, at least.

“Thank you,” he mutters.

You don’t speak for the rest of the time. The two of you just sit there, and your anger dies and it dies, and you almost forget about all of it, because this is nice right?

This is comfortable and familiar, and it makes you wish you could turn time back, at least in your head. But it’s abruptly met with a stop, when he speaks again, “It was bad.”

“I figured,” you say.

You hum, urging him to continue. Reluctant but ready.

“The date, I mean," he elaborates.

“I don’t think I’m over you yet,” he says. “It’s killing me just a bit, I think.” He tries to soften the sentence with a chuckle.

“I think that would kill me more,” he says soft as a whisper, you could barely hear it. It almost made you assume it was just the wind playing tricks on you.

“Want me to change neighbourhoods so you can move on then?”

Your words come out sounding a bit condescending but you have a soft edge to your voice, a lilt of humour if you will, like it’s amusing that you would ever do something like this for him. Would you?

“Anyway, it should be you if one of us is moving,” you say.

“Well, I was here first. It’s only fair,” you say, firmly.

“Me? No way,” he says, his pitch rising. “It’s closer to practice, and the home office."

He doesn’t say anything for a bit. You were here first, you were more in tune with this area than he was. Most of his favourite things about this neighbourhood are borrowed, he realizes. They're all yours.

At that, he feels a bit empty, “That’s actually fair.” He adds, “I’d rather neither of us have to move. I’d rather us be friends.”

“Me too, Rin.” You smile at him.

Only you can’t help but think about how it sounds like a distant fantasy, reminiscent of dream-addled childhood dreams where you thought of driving yourself across the country. You reassure yourself because you can drive now at least.

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whumpshaped · 7 months

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For Beck, what was it like for him when he first started noticing that he was... enjoying the entire vampire bite thing? When did Helle first enthrall him, since he didn't on purpose the first time?

:) thank u anon ur first question hit a point i was eager to write abt. the second is very exciting too, but it came juuuust a bit later at a different time... i will write it though !

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"No, wait, wait!" Beck hit the soft bed with a yelp, and he immediately tried to get up to scurry away. Helle was on him in an instant, straddling his waist and pinning his wrists above his head.

"Oh, I waited once. I am not in the mood today." They didn't sound angry, not yet anyway. They just sounded... less playful, which began to become the new angry in Beck's mind. He knew there would be hell to pay if he actually made them angry, but their fleeting moods of practicality were scary enough for now.

"No, Helle, please, not today, please not today! Any day but today, please!"

That seemed to pique their interest. He was still weakly trying to get out from under them, tears stinging his eyes and quickly trickling down the sides of his face as he moved around. "Why?" was all they asked, and Beck slowly stopped struggling.

Why?

Why, of course they wanted to know why, and now he had to explain or get bitten.

"I– can I explain tomorrow?" he sniffled, not even trying to sound as pathetic as he ended up being. "Please, just, just give me 24 hours, I will be ready by the door and you can tear my neck open and whatever else you want! Not today, please–"

"No, I need an explanation today," they cut in. Beck swallowed when they leaned down, gently dragging their fingers along his throat. "If I am to miss out on such fine blood for a whole night, I absolutely must know why. Only a fool would give it up without good reason."

"It's o-only a good reason to– to me... b-but it's so important to me, I– please, I will tell you everything later, tomorrow! Anything!"

"You are not on top of your bargaining game today, human, and I am losing interest very quickly."

Beck knew they were being genuine, he could see it in their eyes. So he bit the bullet and just said it, a blush creeping onto his face and probably making him all the more enticing as he did so. "I have a date."

Helle's hand stilled on his neck. The entire vampire stilled, in that unnatural way only someone undead could, and for a moment Beck thought they were about to laugh. He might've preferred it to the cold 'oh' he eventually received in response.

"I just– I don't want to be dizzy and bleeding, and, and I don't want her to think I'm– I'm..."

"What? A thrall? A bloodbag? The unluckiest man alive for having wandered into that alley? Do you actually think I care for your little mortal love affairs?"

Oh, they were angry now, and Beck backtracked as fast as he could, openly crying now. God, he was so terrified of them. "No, n-no, I'm sorry, it was stupid– please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to waste your time..." He could just cancel. He could cancel and reschedule.

To when, if they're feeding every single night? an insistent voice whispered, and he brushed it off as quickly as it came.

"Please don't be angry," he whimpered, tilting his head to expose a row of healed and half-healed bite marks. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't hurt me."

"The living are so tiresome," they sighed, grabbing him by the jaw and forcing his head further to the left to the point it hurt. He didn't complain. "But, lucky you, I am forgiving."

It did not feel like that as they bit down, and he whined again, glad to have the sound muffled by his blanket. Maybe it was never going to get less terrifying to be fed on in his own home. To see his own bed, feel it under his back, and have the vampire on top of him. These were two things that never should've collided.

But here he was, trying to tune it out as Helle clearly made it hurt more than necessary. He knew enough by now that he could tell when they did that, and today was definitely–

"A-ah," he gasped, the half-whimper half-moan escaping him involuntarily.

They weren't jealous, they told themself as they accidentally pushed some venom into their human's neck. It wasn't enough to be noticeable, but it was enough to have an effect; Beck would simply have to discern whether his body betrayed him on his own or with a bit of help.

They pulled away, pretending to be annoyed. "Oh, in the dating mindset already?" they hissed, way more vicious than they intended. "You will end up making me feel bad after all, for stealing such precious sounds from your girlfriend."

"I– I don't– she's not– I don't know what–"

"Keep quiet. I will have my meal in peace." They bit down again, purposely sucking a prominent hickey onto his neck. None of his cute little shirts were going to cover this one, they made sure of that.

They weren't jealous. They were... territorial, as all vampires. They told themself that over and over as they slowly released more and more venom and heard the human moan again before choking out a helpless little sob, clearly very afraid of the consequences.

"You– you're using–" they moved their hand to cover his mouth, deciding to finish feeding first and lie later.

It had to be. It had to be the venom. He couldn't feel it being injected into his neck, but he felt good, and it had to be the venom, because he never felt good when being bitten, it hurt, and he didn't like pain, he didn't. And Helle was especially rough tonight– so why else would his mind be so hazy? Why else would it be so hard to stifle moans even under the threat of more pain?

He was just caught off guard by venom, that was it. Helle had never used it before. Why now? They weren't jealous, were they? No, he trashed that thought before it could take root in his mind, focusing instead on keeping his composure.

He was burning up by the time the vampire finished, and he couldn't bear to meet their eyes even after they pulled back and let go of his jaw. "I'm sorry," he said immediately, voice thick with something he didn't want to think about. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have had to cover my mouth, I was just– I didn't expect it, I'm sorry–"

"You know I am not using any venom this time around," they said simply, and Beck's heart sank. No, that couldn't be right. "But I will be mindful of just how painful I make it on your next date night, now that I know it makes you act out."

"N-no, that's not– I don't like the bites, I'm not into–"

"Sorting that out isn't any of my concern, you can do that alone in your free time. Or with her. But I have a particular distaste for people throwing around accusations like that, so do not try to tell me what I did or didn't do again." They waited a moment, and Beck tried to process everything he'd just heard. It wasn't venom. What was it, then? Was it really just... him? Helle grabbed his face again and forced him to look up at them, all but growling, "Do you understand me, human?"

"Yes! Y-yes, I'm sorry, it won't happen again," he said hastily, more than relieved when Helle let go of him and got off the bed.

"Good," they said lightly before they turned to leave the bedroom and hopefully his apartment. "My warmest regards to the missus."

Beck stayed lying on the bed as the footsteps slowly got quieter, going towards the front door. Then there was a click, a creak, and a soft thud as he was left alone.

He stared at the ceiling and tried to will it to stop spinning. He wasn't entirely sure it was the blood loss that made it so finicky — it was likely just the emotions. Maybe this was some sort of trauma response. Maybe– maybe this was common among vampire victims. He would have to look that up later.

He didn't know how much time had passed until he finally calmed down enough to get up and grab his phone, and he realised with a wince that it was ten minutes past the agreed upon time. He had two messages from her, one being a simple 'excited to meet up tonight :)' and the second a more careful 'does tonight still stand?'

He called her, ready to talk about a strange vampire in an alley, to say he was attacked and he just wanted to be at home. It would've been halfway to the truth, really.

"Beck? Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah... yeah, I'm so sorry, I'm running late. I'll be right there, my phone was just– it's an old one, a bit glitchy, I couldn't call in advance–"

But he needed to get out and socialise. He needed to feel what it was actually like to be naturally pulled to someone, a human, instead of a rigid fucking corpse.

"Oh, don't worry about it! God, I was thinking up the worst scenarios in my head," she said with a nervous chuckle. "I'll be waiting, then!"

So he got ready. He cleaned his neck and put on a turtleneck that would be way too warm for an inside date, got in his car despite feeling lightheaded, and drove right to the selected restaurant. He walked in and tried to act like he always did, complimented her dress like he had any capacity to care for it, and sat across from her for three hours, chatting away like the two of them always had at work.

And he didn't think about how the two felt nothing-alike. He didn't concern himself with the memories that took all his focus, didn't stress over wanting Helle to sit across from him instead, and definitely ignored the growing pit in his stomach as he thought over and over again about their threat, reminding himself that it wasn't a promise.

'I will be mindful of just how painful I make it on your next date night.'

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divine-misfortune · 8 months

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Narcissist Rain strikes again.

1.8k words of Rain getting off on himself, and Swiss only making him worse.

[Disclaimer: this is in no way attempting to portray NPD, the word narcissist is being used in reference to the myth of narcissus.]

Rain drew his thighs together with a sudden gasp as he finally registered the multi ghoul lurking in his peripheral. He practically slammed his phone face down onto the desk with wide eyes, starting to stammer until he could find an excuse but it was hard to justify himself like this. Hand still trapped between his legs, pants tugged down to his knees, the room reeking of his scent.

Swiss' lips curl slowly as he moves to take a seat on the edge of the desk and Rain can't begin to describe how caged he feels. Mostly under the curious weight of his gaze. It's what he imagines being trapped under a microscope feels like, that, or being an ant under a magnifying glass. He was burning.

"What's wrong? You were whispering about how bad you wanted to be watched, Raincloud. So eager to have eyes on you…" Swiss fixed him with a half lidded stare, sultry as a tiger eyeing prey. "Well now you've got 'em, and I didn't tell you to stop. Entertain me."

His throat ran dry as Swiss' tail coiled itself around his knee and jerked his legs back apart, and he gasped at the sight of the water ghoul exposed. His fingers, thighs, and cunt glistened in the dim hotel lighting. Slick collected into a small, and growing, puddle on the leather chair he'd settled in. Rain felt himself throb as he looked down at himself. He should've felt a cold shame creeping up his spine as he willed his fingers to move again but his arousal only burned hotter. Rain bit his lip with enough force to feel a sharp sting of pain but pleasure canceled it out, every slow and deliberate circle against his clit pushed the unpleasant sensation further and further away.

Lips parting, he let out a moan that seemed to amuse the other ghoul. Music to his ears. Swiss encouraged the sound with a warm palm petting up his thigh, gracing just high enough the tips of his fingers could feel the slick smeared on his skin.

“That’s it Raincloud, just like how I would…” Swiss breathed through his teeth, nails barely scratching over skin as he trailed his hand towards his knee. “How is it darling?”

“G-Good?” He offered a meek response, voice warbling as he teased his fingers against his hole. Clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. Exactly how Swiss would. “Good,” he repeated definitively with a sigh. “Feels good…”

“You like touching yourself while I watch?”

Oh did he ever. Being watched felt dirtier, wrong in a different sort of way. Objectification in a way he could control, because Rain hardly ever enjoyed truly giving up control. It gave him a strange sense of satisfaction knowing someone was fixated on him and the way he ravaged himself like no one else could. A white hot wave of pride that crashed into him and trickled down his spine.

He shuddered.

Rain doesn’t trust himself to speak. He nods, a little over eager in the motion, and Swiss laughs fondly.

“What’s got you so worked up sweet thing?”

The question registered slowly but he realized Swiss was reaching for his phone in an instant. His hand shot out to snatch it up first, but Swiss was faster. Lavender burned deep in his cheeks when the multi ghoul hummed curiously. Those dark eyes lit up and Rain shrunk back into his seat. He didn't need to see the screen to picture the video behind his eyelids, the sound alone is enough to make his body bear down around his digits. He’d watched it enough times to have it fucking memorized, reliving the moment, savoring every minute detail. Rain whimpered aloud as the image crept back into his brain.

Him and Dew perched up on the edge of the stage, the fire ghoul’s hand abandoning its position on his guitar to wander over the subtle curve of his chest. Mapping out the little valley between his tits as his hand snaked its way to its rightful place. As if reliving it, Rain tips his head back in the same fashion. Baring his throat to the bite of his glamored nails in broad daylight, a mockery to the very light God cast over the earth to indulge in an act best saved for the depravity traditionally kept to the shadows.

He could feel the same sinful longing for something sharper to press into his skin

"Oh…Oh, you're kidding, right doll? You're not fucking serious-" His eyes don't leave the screen as he smirks. "You're such a fucking narcissist." He let out a bark of laughter that somehow only stoked the fire in his belly.

"I'm not a narcissist!" Rain attempted to bite back but his voice pitched, unable to break himself or his fingers from the rhythmic pace moving in and out. It's hard to sound angry, let alone firm, when he could only focus on the sound of him fucking into himself. Only proving Swiss' point further.

"Oh honey," eyes flick up and down over the sight of him. His gaze burns heavy over his skin, and Rain could swear he could feel his flush creeping down his chest. "You got so worked up, so wet, over a video of yourself." The tail still firmly wrapped around his leg tugged his thighs further apart. A full display of his conceited desires. Rain couldn't bring himself to try to hide, he liked the way Swiss' attention swept over him too much. "A video of yourself getting choked on stage, fucking pathetic."

Rain could only muster up a whine.

"Does Dew even squeeze when he gets those little hands around your throat? Or are you just so easy that he doesn't have to put in the effort, do you just fold when he grabs you like that sweetheart?" Swiss leans off the edge of the desk, encroaching on the little space there had been between them. His voice dropped to something softer, secretive, just as demeaning. "So my eyes don't deceive me during practice…Your knees shake like a fawn when he reaches for you, you know. Not even trying to be subtle, are you love?"

The water ghoul averted his gaze, fixed his attention anywhere but Swiss and that horrible Cheshire smile. He ended up staring at the space between his legs once again, and the sight of his palm grinding down on his fat little clit with every crook of his fingers was fucking entrancing. He didn't want to look back up.

"Hey, narcissus, too caught up in watching yourself to realize you're drooling?"

Swiss grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked, forcing his face up again. It was the nail in the coffin, Rain couldn't deny the haze settling behind his eyes. Judging by the way Swiss looked at him, he recognized it too. He didn't release the curls wrapped around his fingers, only twisted them tighter. If his mouth hadn't already fallen open, it would've then and there.

"Talk to me princess, know you love to run that pretty mouth - love the sound of your own voice. Tell me what you've got going on in that ditzy little head."

"I," Rain began but cut himself off with a choked out sound, the tips of his fingers finding the spot that made his mind stutter. "I just couldn't stop thinking about it."

"Really? You're still capable of thinking when you're this wet?"

Argument found its way to the tip of his tongue but the words did not follow. He could only manage a groan as he continued to pet over his inner walls.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought.” Swiss traced a finger along his jaw, up the side of his face, and tapped his finger against the water ghoul’s temple. “Pretty boy, you just get real stupid once something’s inside you…”

Rain whimpered despite trying to muffle the sound. It wasn't far off from the truth, he'd felt his grip slipping ever since he'd started working himself open. Hard to think straight when he's drunk off self pleasure.

"Tell me."

"Wanted," Rain swallowed thickly after his breath hitched "wished Dew would've kept going, kept choking me…Kept showing me off." His eyelids felt heavy, that familiar warm and fuzzy feeling filling him from toe to tip. "Would've done whatever he asked with his fingers around my neck like that, right there on that stage, anything."

"What a good boy."

“We looked so good together.” I looked so good. “People were jealous.”

"Jealous of you or Droplet?"

"Nn…Of Dew, jealous that he could touch me."

They were all staring at me, they wanted me, wanted to be allowed to have something so beautiful in their hands.

"You're so pretty, baby."

"I'm…I'm pretty." Rain nodded the best he could with the hand still in his hair, a self satisfied smile spreading over his face. Surely it looked dopey, but he was too far under to care. "Soo…so pretty, fuck, 'm close."

"Not yet, don't think you've relished in yourself enough yet Rainbow. Don't cum just yet."

The mutli ghoul pulled him away by the wrist and he nearly sobbed at the loss of stimulation. Suddenly empty. He was limp in Swiss' grasp, and was moved easily. Swiss pressed his own slick coated fingers into his mouth, the other ghoul's thicker digits curled in over his as if guiding him. Accommodating four fingers slowly petting over his tongue made his jaw ache but it didn't stop Rain from melting.

His eyes rolled back at the generous taste of himself. Salty, and downright addicting. He'd tasted himself a thousand times before, gotten drunk off his own arousal more than he cared to admit, but it didn't stop him from going brainless. It only made him drip.

"That's it," Swiss cooed. "Bet you wish you could see yourself, fuck, bet you love to watch yourself…Like it more than being watched, don't you?" Rain nodded lazily, drool trickling down his chin as he unabashedly lapped at their fingers in his mouth. "Should take a video of you like this. I'm sure all those jealous people would love to see you like this, what do you think?"

Another nod.

“I wonder if they think about you as much as you think of yourself, Rainbow. Does it make you wet thinking about your fans getting off on the idea of you?” A sinfully wanton cry escaped him, strangled around them both. "Oh but nobody thinks about you as much as you think about yourself."

He did his best to shake his head but Swiss didn't let him move much.

"You need more baby?"

"Please-" he sounded stupid, pleathe. Laughable, and yet his clit throbbed. He loved the sound of himself like this. Dumb and horny.

"How about I let you bounce yourself on my cock while you keep watching Dew show you off? You can tell me all about how good it felt, how much you love when everyone screams for you."

Rain couldn't even spare the thought process to nod, moaning loud and shamelessly at the idea. Too loud for a hotel as nice as this, and it was only the start. They'd be scolded in the morning and he couldn't be bothered to care.

#void writing #writing #spicy tag #rulti #rain/swiss #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #multi ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #ghost the band

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hypnofantasma · 10 months

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"Where's the Ulterior Spectacle remake?"

I know i've gotten this a ton of times, and seeing how it's been a couple years since i said it'd exist, i decided i'd give all of my reasons why it's taking So Damn Long. hopefully, this'll reduce the amount of... hate? judgement?? i keep getting regarding this song.

1) The only reason I SHOULD be giving: the simple fact that I am working on an immense universe

I'm not working on JUST Stars Below, and even THEN, a remake has the lowest priority of all when it comes to new Stars Below songs, character development, design solidification, etc. I'd rather solidify the world and story FIRST before making a remake that might swiftly become outdated once again if I rush it. This is also why songs IN GENERAL have been slow; I'm refining the story. It's a HUGE WIP.

I'm not a company, I'm One Single Person with OCs on the internet. If I don't work on one singular aspect, I'm sorry? I guess? That leads into...

2) I'm so immensely stressed at the moment that I'm having physical health issues and can't reliably/consistently work on things

Like I still CAN draw, but completed PVs are so high-effort (and risk), low-reward for me right now that I have to make smaller things. That's why I'm focusing on Artfight for now. On top of that, I'm gonna try to get another term of college this year so I can accomplish something tangible in my life and get a degree. (College is ALSO why stuff's been slow)

If you want to know WHAT my health issues are, all you need to know is that I've got visible ribs yet my weight is constantly depleting.

3) People keep reuploading my stuff

People keep taking things from my Discord server and reuploading them on sites like Youtube. If I don't upload something, I do not want it uploaded, plain and simple. No, I am not free game just because I'm on the internet. I'm just an independent artist and not a company, and this is breaking several boundaries of mine.

If you claim it's "out of fan love" or "giving me free promotion", it doesn't change the fact it makes me (and even my community) exceedingly uncomfortable. The big one being reuploaded was Tundra Lens, and while I did make it public again, it was solely to appease the reuploaders. Please don't reupload my stuff.

It's killing my motivation and drive for the Ulterior Spectacle remake.

4) Multiple abusers in my life

I won't dive into this one but just know that, behind the scenes, I have been treated like a goddamn ragdoll. I have been treated like an object by both strangers and people extremely close to me, and I'm drained, man.

These events have been adding to my current status of being physically ill and chronically fatigued.

5) I am currently being stalked by a group who hates me and intentionally mocks me

A certain group of individuals (who will remain unnamed) are currently stalking me, gathering my creations, and making a complete mockery of a project that intends to break all of the universal rules I have crafted. I don't mind if you don't know everything about my universe; it's a lot, after all, and I'm more than happy to educate.

However, this group intends on making a complete mockery of not only my universe but also my art. It is out of malice and not parody. Due to this, I'm almost too scared to post anything, really. I don't want this to stop me, but damn it does it sting. I'll ride this out with god-rivaling perseverance if I have to.

Now....

While all of this is there, I'll also say the remake IS NOT cancelled. I'll be dead before it's cancelled. But I just wanted to give some perspective a little bit, and maybe- if you're someone mad about the lack of the remake so far- you'll understand why a little more.

Just please respect my boundaries for things, don't drum up drama with me, and leave me in peace. That's all I ask. One day this song'll be completed, and it'll be a day where I'm no longer treated as some soulless machine.

Thank you.

#kenopsia #vanishing world #vaniwo #kenopsia vanishing world #stars below #update #transparency #health update

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corruptedspeaker · 11 months

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Gyaru!reader x Connie Maheswaran (wlw)

ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

It was honestly just love at first sight when she first saw you, your hair was gorgeous with (f/c) tips and the way you had it tied up (or not) was so cute! It really matched your face and eyes.

The accessories you wore matched your outfit as well, the cute hello kitty themed ones were definitely her favourite. Her parents would definitely not like the outfit you were wearing, you had way too much skin showing and they would not approve but she didn't care.

Your cute little pink cheetah print shirt revealing your shoulders and the tight, black and very short jean shorts matched almost perfectly. Your cute little white fluffy leg warmers with platformed heels made you stick out in the crowd and many people were looking at you but you didn't care as you texted away on your heavily accessorized (f/c) flip phone. Your long nails shining in the sunlight as you held the phone to your ear, talking to someone on the phone.

"Fine! Cancel our plans for your supposed best friend! I'm done with you and your excuses!" You exclaimed into your phone, flipping it close and stomping down the broadwalk to Fun Land.

Connie just stuttered as she watched you walk away, seeing that you dropped one of your cute accessories from your outfit. She immediately leapt to grab it and she chased after you, trying to call your name but you kept moving as if you were ignoring her.

You were actually trying your best to not cry, the stinging feeling of tears burning in your eyes made it worse as the feeling of pain burned in your heart, the feeling of your heart shattering in pieces as you saw many other couples walking in and out of Fun Land, arms linked or holding hands just made you feel like shit.

It didn't take long for you to just storm off onto the sand and sit by one of the pillars, sitting down and you felt the tears just rolled down, ruining the makeup that took you so long to put on just roll down with it. You wiped your eyes with the back of your one hand, smudging and smearing the makeup everywhere as you flipped open your phone again and stared at it unaware of the sound of approaching footsteps crunching on the sand.

Connie followed you, weaving through the crowd as she held the cute charm in her hand, she wondered if you were alright since you sounded upset from your phone call. Maybe her significant other hurt her in some way? Maybe she was thinking too much into it- all she needed to do was find you and return your charm and maybe talk to you? It can't be that hard right.. Right?

She soon found you, hiding underneath one of the many pillars holding the broad walk up. You still looked absolutely breathtaking to her, your eyes red and puffy with tears and the sight of your smeared makeup only made her question further if you were okay and she slowly approached you.

"Sorry- I saw you drop this."

She was standing in front of you, her hand out with your charm and you looked at the charm and then at her. You let out a small sniffle and stare at her and wipe your tears away one more time and you take it from her.

"Thank you.. I'm sorry that you have to see me like this."

You laugh nervously, hooking the charm back on your flip phone.

"I'm (y/n) by the way."

Connie stared at you and she took a seat next to you, a bold move on her part and she smiles a bit.

"Connie."

Your eyes are fixed on hers and you break the intense staring competition, the feeling of hurt returning for a moment and you let out a small sigh.

"I don't want to bore you with my story if you want to know."

You said, you wanted to tell someone, to show someone how much of an asshole your now ex is to you but you don't want your friends to say 'they told you so'

"I don't mind, it'll be good to get things off your chest."

Connie says softly, her eyes sparkled as she watched you sigh once again and wipe your eyes with your hand and that only made your makeup worse, your false lashes seeming to be peeling off.

"Well it first started with my dumb ex! He/she made this new friend y'know and he/she told me not to worry about them, that they are just a friend and that I am overreacting! Then he/she is always making plans and being around them then me- his/her own girlfriend."

You let out a defeated noise, the tears bubbling in your eyes once again and you feel a comforting hand on your back.

"He/she cancelled plans once again today and left me alone here and I'm just tired of it."

You let out a loud sob and Connie can't help but feel bad for you, she was rubbing soothing circles on your back trying her best to comfort you. She has never been in a situation like this before and she had no words other than an apology.

"It's alright, you weren't the one that even hurt me."

You just sat there in silence for a while but it was a comforting silence as you guys watched the waves crash against the sand. The sun setting causing the surroundings to be basked in a wonderful warm red almost pink glow and it was relaxing and it almost made you feel at peace.

"Thank you- uhm Connie for listening to me and staying."

You finally said, breaking the silence and you handed her your phone.

"I'd like to get your number so we can maybe do something different? Like get some coffee or something?"

You said, with a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest.

After you exchanged numbers and bid farewell, you had left to get home before your parents/caretakers were worried you had died or something, Connie was ecstatic- she made friends with someone new! Someone so pretty and had a really cool fashion sense that it made her heart want to explode- was this some sort of crush? She wondered but she didn't care! She was just so happy as she giggled, laying on the sand looking at your contact number with glee! Maybe this relation would blossom into something amazing?

I don't know if I should make a part two in celebration for Pride Month but PLEASEEE let me know! Also all constructive criticism and tips are always welcomed! 🩷

#steven universe #steven universe x reader #connie mahaswaren #connie mahaswaren x reader #is it mahaswaren? or mahaswaran?#lesbian #third fanfic #imma kms #pride month

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sisterspooky1013 · 2 years

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Red-Handed, Chapter 23

Chapter rating: X | Read it here on AO3

This is a joint work with @xfmaweezy

When she arrives at the unremarkable house, the front door is open.

“Mulder?” she calls as the screen door snaps shut behind her.

The house is quiet and still, and while his car is in the driveway it’s immediately clear that he is not home. She feels a pang of irritation at his lack of consideration, especially since they’d discussed this. Not following through on things, canceling on her last minute: these were the types of behaviors he’d committed to putting an end to when she agreed to rekindle their relationship.

She huffs a disappointed sigh and is about to leave when she sees a sheet of paper on the dining room table with her name written in big block letters across the top.

SCULLY,

Went ’squatchin’. If I’m not back when you get here, come find me at the hideout.

Mulder

Her eyes roll at the same time her mouth smirks, and she heads out the back door to the woods behind the house. “The hideout,” as Mulder calls it, is a rudimentary hut made from tree branches in which he sits watch for any sign of his favorite mythical creature. She picks her way through the bramble of the forest floor, ducking under a fallen tree and avoiding a patch of stinging nettle that has gotten her once before. Finally, she sees the yellowing branches of Mulder’s hideout and calls his name.

There is no response, and she steps into the small pseudo-structure to find it empty. Irritation is beginning to swell again when the ground before her moves, rising up into a humanlike form. She gasps, taking a quick step back and tripping over a vine before she lands squarely on her ass on the ground.

“Hey, it’s me,” she hears Mulder’s voice say, and the figure before her turns to reveal his face, cloaked in a suit that looks like he’s wearing the forest floor as a costume.

“Jesus, Mulder, you scared me,” she says with relief, and he offers his hand to help her up.

She brushes dirt off the seat of her jeans and eyes him skeptically.

“Isn’t this cool?” he says with boyish excitement. “It’s a ghillie suit. It helps me blend in with the forest.”

“It certainly does,” she says flatly, deciding not to ask him how much this ridiculous thing cost. It covers everything but his face, hands, and feet, and he must be sweating buckets on what is an unseasonably warm day.

“You look nice,” he says with a leer, and she looks down at her jeans and T-shirt: a completely unexceptional outfit.

“Wish I could say the same,” she retorts with a smile that tells him she means it good-naturedly. He steps forward and puts his hands on her hips, and the fake grass on his suit tickles her forearms. “Mulder,” she says in a warning tone, and he smiles at her devilishly.

He bends forward and presses his lips to the side of her neck, and her eyes go wide with surprise at the little rush it gives her. Certainly it’s not the suit, but maybe being outside in the woods gives her some kind of thrill. They’ve made love outside before, on more than one hot summer night where they slept in the back yard to escape the heat of the house, but this is the middle of the day, and on property that is not exclusively theirs. A little bit of danger has always appealed to her.

His fingers find the button on the fly of her jeans and he pauses, waiting for the answer to a question he doesn’t have to explicitly ask.

“I think maybe there’s a bit of an obstacle here, Mulder,” she says as she grabs a tuft of the suit’s material over his groin and tugs on it.

“Never fear, Scully. They thought of everything,” he says as he takes her hand and threads it into an opening that is most likely designed to allow the wearer to urinate without removing the suit. She finds that he has on only boxers underneath, and is three quarters of the way to fully erect.

“That they did,” she says, slipping her hand under the cotton of his boxers and stroking him slowly. He’s sweaty, but she doesn’t imagine that whatever it is they’re about to do will bring her close enough to be bothered by that fact.

He walks them backwards towards a fallen tree, kissing her all the way, then turns her around and unbuttons her jeans. It feels obscene, like she’s about to fuck a swamp monster, but she’s just curious enough to continue. She helps him push her jeans and panties down to her knees, then leans forward and rests her hands on the fallen tree for stability. She steals a glance around them as she feels him press against her opening, dragging the head up and down to gather moisture before he pushes into her.

It is, by far, the most ridiculous sex she’s ever had. The suit makes a little whooshing sound that reminds of a grass skirt as he thrusts into her, and the material of it is itchy and strange against her bare skin. It’s not bad, but it’s not good enough that she’s going to get off, so she just lets it be something fun for him. He grunts and grabs at her hips, speeding up and slowing down as he tries to last.

“It’s okay, Mulder, don’t wait for me,” she tells him, knowing that she will be well taken care of later for indulging in this little escapade.

He groans and increases to a sloppy pace, skin slapping and fake grass whooshing, and birds tittering as they take flight in the canopy above their heads. He makes a deep, animalistic sound when he comes, and she makes a face to herself as she realizes she has nothing to clean up with and will be trekking back to the house with his cum dripping into her panties.

They right themselves, she pulling up her pants and he tucking himself back into the ghillie suit, and she turns around to find an utter look of adoration on his face.

“You really do love me, don’t you?” he asks with disbelief.

She kisses him sweetly and smiles.

“I really do.”

–

Two weeks later, they sit at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading their respective news sources: Wall Street Journal for her, Cryptid Chronicle for him. He takes a sip off his coffee and then nearly chokes, spraying a fine mist over the front of her paper before she lowers it to ask him if he’s okay.

“Yeah,” he rasps out, grabbing a glass of water and gulping it down. “Sorry.”

He excuses himself to the bathroom, taking the paper with him, but ducks into his office instead. He looks over the article, which features a blurry, poorly framed black and white photograph beneath the headline “Swamp Monster Spotted Mating with Human Woman in Virginia Woods.” In the photo, a fair-skinned woman is bent over a tree with her face turned away from the camera, and a grassy form is slumped over her, clearly mid-coitus.

He carefully clips the article, slipping it into a plastic sheet protector. He files it in a binder full of other cryptid related news articles, something he can be absolutely sure Scully will never have occasion to look through.

Back at the table, he refills his coffee and takes the crossword from their local paper to start filling it out.

“It’s a nice day,” she says absently, eyes on the paper. “Did you have any plans?”

“I might go ’squatchin’ a bit later,” he says, and her mouth quirks to the side.

“You’ll have to go solo this time, I’m afraid,” she says with a smirk. “That was a one-time only deal.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I think that’s probably for the best.”

Tagging @today-in-fic

#the x files #txf #x files fanfic #dana scully #fox mulder #xf fanfic #x files #the x-files #xfiles

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mr-imagin8ion · 3 months

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A project 3000 years in the making: every episode of Futurama ranked in increasing order of sci-fi, from earthiest to spaciest

Tier 10: Insulting - These episodes are hardly even sci-fi. They just address realistic situations in a hardly even futuristic setting.

138. Stench and Stenchibility - The earthiest episode. It doesn't even feel like a Futurama. It feels like a "King of the Hill" that wasn't selling, so the script people crossed out the name "Dale" and replaced it with "Zoidberg".

137. Three Hundred Big Boys

136. The Luck of the Fryish - I hate the flashback episodes. They defeat the purpose of the show.

135. How Hermes Requisitioned His Groove Back

134. A Leela of Her Own

133. Zapp Gets Cancelled

132. I, Roommate

Tier 9: Antiquated - These episodes are better at employing 4th-millennium technology, but their plots are still unmistakably 3rd-millennium.

131. That's Lobstertainment!

130. Naturama - It doesn't even use technology. The only reason it isn't completely below the scale whatsoever is that it's implied the narrator is from Omicron Persei 8.

129. Future Stock

128. The 30% Iron Chef

127. The Silence of the Clamps

126. Attack of the Killer App

125. Bender Should Not Be Allowed on Television

Tier 8: Earthy - While incredibly down-to-earth, these episodes do have one pretty important bit that makes them qualify as sci-fi, like a robot Santa or a head transplant.

124. Jurassic Bark

123. Yo Leela Leela - It is nearly my favorite episode, no doubt there - but let's face it. Change a few things, and it could easily happen in this era.

122. Raging Bender

121. Rage Against the Vaccine

120. Xmas Story

119. The Route of All Evil - It's the 31st century, but there are still newspapers????

118. The Impossible Stream

117. Put Your Head on My Shoulders

116. Fry and the Slurm Factory

Tier 7: Humble - These stories are a little futuristic, but they still feel plain for their day.

115. Bender Gets Made

114. Cold Warriors

113. Saturday Morning Fun Pit - Mostly grounded in the 1980s, but spared from a lower tier because it does have clones and lasers and the like.

112. The Cyber House Rules

111. Bendless Love

110. Near-Death Wish - The expensive panoramic bits were pretty epic, however.

109. The Lesser of Two Evils

108. 31st Century Fox

Tier 6: Allegorical - These episodes use future crap as a metaphorical stand-in for present crap.

107. Bend Her

106. Into the Wild Green Yonder

105. A Big Piece of Garbage

104. Proposition Infinity

103. The Cryonic Woman

102. Mars University

101. Bendin' in the Wind

100. Love's Labours Lost in Space

99. A Head in the Polls

98. Children of a Lesser Bog

97. The Futurama Holiday Spectacular

96. A Flight to Remember

95. Fun on a Bun

94. Lethal Inspection

Tier 5: Type-Zero - Pretty standard sci-fi plots, unremarkable in their remarkability.

93. Anthology of Interest I

92. A Pharaoh to Remember

91. The Problem with Popplers

90. T.: The Terrestrial

89. Viva Mars Vegas

88. The Inhuman Torch

87. Amazon Women in the Mood

86. The Deep South

85. The Mutants Are Revolting

84. A Fishful of Dollars

83. Where No Fan Has Gone Before

82. Leela's Homeworld

Tier 4: Techie - Here's where it gets fun. These are the first plots to get out of this world. (As a bonus, we've hit the median point!)

81. The Tip of the Zoidberg

80. Fry and Leela's Big Fling

79. That Darn Katz!

78. Murder on the Planet Express

77. When Aliens Attack

76. The Devil's Hands Are Idle Playthings

75. Space Pilot 3000

74. A Clone of My Own

73. The Birdbot of Ice-Catraz

72. Where the Buggalo Roam

71. The Beast with a Billion Backs

70. How The West Was 1010001

69. Brannigan, Begin Again

68. The Farnsworth Parabox

67. A Taste of Freedom

66. Why Must I Be a Crustacean in Love?

65. Less than Hero

64. Spanish Fry

63. The Sting

62. The Bots and the Bees

61. Meanwhile

60. Related to Items You've Viewed - It feels like it should be a tier-6, but just isn't. There is no mathematical explanation for this.

59. The Butterjunk Effect

Tier 3: Otherworldly: The epitome of Futurama. These have the ideal blend of science and fiction.

58. Fry Am Fry Is the Egg Man - Grammar, Stanley.

57. Parasites Regained

56. The Prince and the Product

55. Kif Gets Knocked Up a Notch

54. Mother's Day

53. The Series Has Landed

52. Decision 3012

51. Hell Is Other Robots

50. A Tale of Two Santas

49. Anthology of Interest II

48. Bender's Game

47. Insane in the Mainframe

46. In-A-Gadda-Da-Leela

45. War Is the H-Word

44. I Know What You Did Next Xmas - A ponderance: does this episode nullify "The Late Philip J. Fry", now that they can go back in time the easy way?

43. Crimes of the Hot

Tier 2: Spacey - Mind-bending and heart-warping, these shows are good enough to make you (very, very temporarily) stop wishing Matt Groening would die.

42. A Farewell to Arms

41. Parasites Lost

40. Game of Tones

39. Overclockwise

38. Zapp Dingbat

37. Godfellas

36. The Thief of Baghead

35. Free Will Hunting

34. My Three Suns

33. Leela and the Genestalk - Fun side note: At first, it didn't used to occur to me that this episode was pronounced "JEEN-stalk". I'd been pronouncing it "JEN-ə-stalk", like the way it's pronounced in words like genetic, genesis, or generate.

32. The Why of Fry

31. Roswell that Ends Well

30. Calculon 2.0

29. Assie Come Home

28. Lrrreconcilable Ndndifferences

27. All the Presidents' Heads

26. Forty Percent Leadbelly

25. Möbius Dick - Some episodes are ranked so low only because there are so many that rank higher than them.

24. I Second that Emotion

23. The Day the Earth Stood Stupid

22. The Duh-Vinci Code

21. Obsoletely Fabulous

20. Fear of a Bot Planet

Tier 1: Unreal - Creativity personified; these stories are chariots to the stars, moving so fast that they make the other nine tiers appear to stand still.

19. Ghost in the Machines

18. Neutopia

17. 2-D Blacktop

16. Law and Oracle

15. Love and Rocket

14. Rebirth

13. A Bicyclops Built for Two

12. I Dated a Robot

11. Bender's Big Score

10. The Six Million Dollar Mon

9. A Clockwork Origin

8. The Honking

7. Teenage Mutant Leela's Hurdles

6. Reincarnation

5. The Late Philip J. Fry

4. All the Way Down - Infinitely better than I expected from a Hulu episode.

3. The Prisoner of Benda - Nothing says sci-fi like inventing a whole new math equation just to give your story a proper ending.

2. Time Keeps on Slippin'

1. Benderama - The spaciest episode. Now this is what it is all about: half-sized clones and microscopic microbrewing and sensitive giants.

Other notes:

The spaciest season is season 6 (weighing in at a high tier-2), and the earthiest is season 2 (a low tier-5).

This is intended as a ranking of the episodes in order of earthiness to spaciness, not as a ranking of my opinion on the episodes. A ranking of my opinion is over here.

Drafting this list took all night, and preparing it took all morning.

#futurama #ranking #list #episodes #fox animation

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holocene-sims · 2 years

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next // previous

may 25, 2021 1:00 p.m. grant's house

the following days are more or less identical to the previous ones, though now at least grant feels marginally better. if nothing else, he’s mostly capable of seeing now, so he can do something other than lay on the basement couch mired in misery and boredom. his eyes still sting and the left’s vision is blown out a bit, but things are greatly improved. besides, he also finds himself in an adequate mood after hearing the excellent health news he’d never expected to hear.

his first choice of activity would be to sneak upstairs and lock himself in the office to play any one game out of his extensive selection on steam–maybe skyrim, since it is quite a time sink–but he won’t. staying upstairs longer ups the stakes and chances of running into päivi, even though she’s away during most day for work, and he’s done so well avoiding her thus far.

he hasn’t seen her since the fateful night he at last called it quits. that’s an arrangement grant has no interest in upsetting. truthfully, he’d prefer to not see her ever again until the day she leaves the house.

out of sight, out of mind.

so instead, grant stays in the basement–with the door locked, of course–and drowns himself in reruns of his favorite shows and movies. first is mystery science theater 3000. it’s cheesy, funny, and so familiar to him that it requires little brain power to decode.

his cat accompanies him by sleeping peacefully on the middle seat of the couch and while one episode plays, grant decides to check his phone notifications.

he hadn’t been mentally well enough to handle them last week, then he wasn’t physically well enough to do it, and now he’s confident he hasn’t done a single thing but make a handful of phone calls since the night two odd weeks ago when päivi admitted that she cheated on him. if he waits any longer, he’ll never find the motivation to respond to everyone, not until another miracle strikes and he’s suddenly in a stellar mental state again.

some of what he finds is bullshit. useless notifications from instagram letting him know either someone liked his posts or that so and so posted on their story, from tiktok pinging him about all the videos his friends and family have sent him, and from reddit spamming recommendations.

but some of it is important, like over one hundred unopened messages in the family group chat and missed messages from his close friends asking him to hang out (subsequently followed by them asking him over and over if he’s okay after he never responded).

grant starts to turn off his phone, running out of energy to keep scrolling, but a curious message from an unforeseen sender catches his eye.

“hi! i know this is weird, me texting you and all right now…”

it’s from kirsi.

päivi’s sister.

“and sorry if this is crossing a boundary or inappropriate but i wanted to say that i hope you’re okay. i don’t want to bring everything up, you know, but obviously i'm aware of what my sister did. she told me about it and it pissed me off. and um that’s all, i just want you to know that i really do hope you’re doing alright and i'm sorry. i always really liked you, even though we only got to meet a few times. she did speak very highly of you and when i met you, i knew she was telling the truth. you're a good guy and you didn't deserve this.”

his chest tenses up and a powerful sense of dread washes over him. grant swipes beyond the text message, not sure what to make of it, and keeps scrolling desperately for something else to look at.

out of sight, out of mind.

the next text message he comes across is an automated message from his therapist’s office asking him to confirm his appointment.

“hello joseph, you have a 2:00 p.m. appointment with margot campalans on friday, may 28th. please respond to confirm or cancel the appointment. thank you!”

he sighs at the system's continued misuse of his legal name and reluctantly responds to confirm the appointment, then keeps scrolling down the list of notifications. he supposes he’s committed to this activity by now.

his phone halts on the last notification in the list. it’s an email from his master’s advisor asking about arranging a meeting.

fuck that. grant frowns and at last shuns his phone, tossing it face-down on the couch’s armrest.

out of sight, out of mind. that’s the plan to maintain his peace and sanity.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #simblr #sims 4 story #ts4 screenshots #hlcn: everything the stars promised #holocene.png #holocene.docx #hlcn: grant #feat. turtle the cat #also HELLO i finally remembered to give grant his nail polish back

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msommers · 2 years

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6, 10, 13 for jorina(/aleksi) and maeve(/dietrich)!

the babesss, thank you!!! 🥰🥰 // development questions for couples

How do they react to the realization that they like the other character? Is it an “oh my god I’m never going to think about this again” thing, or are they pretty comfortable with it?

JORINA(/ALEKSI) — it's a mix of embarrassment and wondering what the hell is going on with her, because he is so very much her Opposite that it's baffling these feelings of hers have developed. it takes her a good while to be comfortable with it tbh, she's not used to crushing or lusting and boy oh boy does she start feeling those emotions hard. the jealousy was the worst part, i think. how is she supposed to keep her head straight and focus on her work if she's busy thinking about what he's getting up to with that soldier she saw him disappear with five minutes ago?? it's horrible. dreadful. 0/10 would not recommend.

MAEVE(/DIETRICH) —

goof aside, maeve knew exactly what she was getting into. she walked into those feelings with eyes wide open, fully aware of what kind of man she was weaseling her way into the heart of. she may occasionally ask herself why the Fuck she got invested in the first place because dietrich has his Moments, but it wasn’t a surprise to her when the attachment started to go deeper beyond the initial small thing it was.

What scares them about entering a relationship?

JORINA(/ALEKSI) — probably knowing that her schedule would have to be shaken up?? she’s such a neat and organized person who has a schedule ready for Everything, she can easily get antsy if things aren’t done on time or if something is delayed for much longer than she planned around. she had a good amount of time to adjust to a lot of things before they were together proper, but no amount of preparation could get her ready for how her mornings and evenings would be changed by sharing a space with aleksi. she hasn’t been frazzled in over a gd decade, but that’s certainly the word to describe her the first time she starts a day late because aleksi bamboozled her with kisses into staying in bed longer lmao

MAEVE(/DIETRICH) — god, they'd be so deep into a connection by the time any sort of official Relationship is brought up that i don't even know. i'll simply go further back and say that around the stages of them actually growing closer, i think she'd worry more about how it stings when he ditches her overnight. it's just how he operates and she's not expecting a whole breakfast in bed the morning after or anything, but she's Soft and so it still twinges a bit, y’know? she'd be a little afraid that her insecurities may lead to her getting far too worked up over it now that they've started to form a stronger bond, especially when she knows deep down that he doesn't mean anything cruel behind the action. she's starting to understand him more and this habit of his is part of that, but. y’know. her heart controls things way more than her logic lmao

What is their go-to for making a partner feel loved?

JORINA(/ALEKSI) — not to stick to the same topic from above but probably making time for just him?? it says a lot without her actually saying anything about it aloud when jorina actively sets her current duties and activities aside to make aleksi the priority. it seems so obvious and right that one should drop everything for their partner, but i think it's much more noticeable and a big display of love and care coming from the work-obsessed jorina. aleksi knows just how much it means when she puts a hold on or cancels something for him.

MAEVE(/DIETRICH) — handshandshandshandshands taking his hand(s), kissing his hand, cradling his face, clasping hands to pull him into an embrace, running her fingers through his hair as they cuddle, etc etc etc. the dummy love,,is stored in the hands,,,it’s simple science, i dunno what to tell ya. maeve got so accustomed to finding other ways to express her love outside of straight up saying it because she knew it’d freak him out, and showing her affection/care/support through touches of the hands is easily her favorite.

#r: jorina & aleksi #r: maeve & dietrich #genuinely cannot believe that 2nd question for the dummies took me down for so long #maeve knows all she can about the guy by the time they get into any official relationship there's nothing to be afraid of lmao #what's he gonna do? suddenly decide it's too much for him?? as if. he had plenty of time for that before now he's stuck with her

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schlongus-journey · 1 year

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Graft bandages off

I've been getting a modicum more mobile on my graft leg in the past day or so, able to struggle to the bathroom independently, but today I had to take my graft bandages off as instructed and holy bejeezus. Probably back to being immobile again for a bit.

I peeled the ace wrap off (not so bad), the abd pads (a little worse, but not horrid), and finally the oil emulsion pads (horrid). the yellow scab-like layer kept wanting to peel off so I put on gloves and gingerly held it down.

The whole area is bloody, but a coagulated, jelly-like blood. I tried patting it down with a gauze to soak up the streaks and pools, but it came up mostly dry. Very weird!

The doc told me to let it air out. Stings like crazy unless I lay perfectly still.

I'm cleared to take ibuprofen (you have to wait 48 hrs after surgery because it's a blood thinner); that + the norco they prescribed are actually helping unlike the percocet (which I cancelled all other prescriptions for).

Can't wait for this to dry out, but my friend is coming in a few hours, not sure how to hide it, lol.

#phalloplasty #nonbinary #phallo #transgender #bottom surgery #cw graphic

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hoe4hotchner · 2 years

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Do you know who you are?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Words: 635

Warnings: Reader is drugged, amnesia.

“No! Please, don’t! I don’t want it!” You screamed, trying to call for help, hoping, that it would come quickly, that you would hear the sirens and Aaron's voice coming to save you as he probably killed the unsub in the process. Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you struggled to get free from your bonds. The chair was unmoving, rope digging into the skin on your wrists, probably leaving burns and red marks.

You felt the sharp stinging of the needle going in, the burning sensation as the drugs were shot into your veins. You hated it, hated everything about it. It was like your body couldn’t take it anymore as it went limp, passed out from fighting the foreign substance.

The team had seen everything on the feed they’d tried so desperately to shut down, but it was too late. Garcia only manage to locate the source and shut it down after the damage had been done.

When they found you, you were barely breathing. Your heart rate was incredibly slow. Morgan was the first to enter the abandoned shed, tackling the unsub to the ground and arresting him, while Spencer frantically tried to release your body from the position you’d been bound in. He knew firsthand how it felt to be drugged against his will and was fighting his own emotions as he struggled with the knots.

Hotch and the EMTs pushed the genius away from you as they too entered, he got you loose from the bonds quickly, wanting to carry you to the car, to take you home, but he knew better than that. Aaron let the medical professionals take you to the nearest hospital, you needed care and right now, they were the only ones who could give that care to you.

Hotch was the first at the hospital, ready to start a screaming match with the nurses when they didn’t want to let him in. Apparently, there had been... complications.

“Honey?” Hotch’s words were soft-spoken as he carefully entered your room. You looked frightened as he got closer. You couldn’t tell if it was his large body or the fact that you didn’t know him, but you didn’t like this one bit.

“Get out. I don’t know who you are. Please don’t hurt me.” You begged, starting to cry as the sudden rush of emotion started overwhelming your senses. And even though it’d been your wish to have him leave, the doctors told him to stay. Hoping that your husband could jerk some of your memories back.

“What do you remember?” Aaron sat down in the chair next to your bed, trying to keep his distance, even though he wanted to hold your hand, hug you, wipe your tears away, he wanted to do anything he could to console your hurt. When you stayed silent, the doctor decided to speak up for you.

“Agent Hotchner, I wouldn’t take any of this to heart. She’s scared and feels lost.” He started, talking over you as if you weren’t even in the room. “From what we’ve gathered, she still remembers a lot. Just not... you and your team.” He sighed the last part, knowing that it would be the most hurtful thing he possibly could expose Aaron to. The rest of the team didn’t matter to him right now. You couldn’t even remember that you were married, that you belonged together.

It felt like he had to start over. How you’d fought to be together due to regulations at the bureau. How you time and time again had been interrupted mid-date or had to cancel your plans. Every little thing you’d had to smile about and push away as duty called, would have to be repeated. But he was determined to do so, if it meant getting you back.

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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Giving in

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Rated: Mature Characters: Lucio/Montag Morgasson (The Arcana) Warnings: Yandere, Physical Assault (Slapping), Threatening, Imprisonment, Manipulation/Gaslighting, Stockholm Syndrom, Words: 3544

Once again, the cold woke you up in your little prison, and once again, you found yourself alone in the dark. You couldn’t help but shiver as you drew your legs close, hugging them tightly, with your chains rattling from your wrists like a sad cacophony reminding you of the situation you were in. How long had it been since you were captured? Hours? Days? You were hungry, thirsty, and cold. But even worse was the constant shadow that filled your vision as if it was threatening you with loneliness.

Even though you knew it was useless, you let your magic flow. Its calming feeling washed through you, gently reassuring you of its presence. But the moment it reached your wrists, you felt it accumulate and tense. Disappearing faster than it came to you, it shocked you with an exploding sensation, as it was met with resistance before it vanished back into your core. This was no matter of being unable to use your magic, but rather, something or someone blocking it from helping you. The shackles keeping you tied up appeared rather ordinary, and you were a strong magician that much you wholeheartedly believed. So if there was another magician out there who could cancel and control your use of magic, they were definitely someone you didn’t want to call your enemy ever.

To say it unnerved you to be so helpless was an understatement. A part of you hoped to be found and rescued, but since you didn’t even know where you were, how would anyone else be able to find you? You couldn’t even send out a magical signal, hoping someone would see it and understand what it is. All that you could really do was hope that this dark, damp space, keeping you chained to its walls, would not be your final resting place, alone and rueful as you were. You should have listened to Asra when he told you he had a bad feeling about working for Lucio. He had been right all along while you shrugged it off and endured them, ignoring all the red flags in your way.

The Count’s behavior had bothered you every day that the two of you worked for him. The constant creeping up to you, touching you, trying to monopolize your time. His advances were uncalled for, especially because your partner was right there with you. If not for Asra saving you constantly, who knows what would have happened earlier, but when Lucio offered you a hefty pay for a seemingly effortless job, you still bit the bait like an idiot. Worst of all, you didn’t even tell Asra. He would have begged and pleaded for you not to go and you… might have listened. There could have been a chance that you would have been persuaded by your partner to be reasonable, and yet you had been so stupid as to not tell him even in a letter where you were going. He was probably worried sick while you feared for your life, both of you not knowing what really was going on.

It felt like it was too early to give up, and yet you had the stinging of tears bothering your eyes. Everything inside of you screamed to be strong and patient, but without any knowledge of the how and why everything seemed painfully pessimistic for you. You barely realized the clattering of keys in the distance, so caught up in your thoughts that the sound didn’t alarm you. However, armor shifting and the sound of shoes snapping against the stone finally reached you—at least faster than the person approaching. It must have been a terrible long hallway to get to your cell from the sound of it, making you wonder even more where the hell you had been brought.

Yet, the soft shine of a torch was the first thing you noticed, casting a shadow on the window in the door right before you. Until then, you never realized it had been there, so close yet so far away. The light grew, suddenly freeing you of the oppressing force that was this lonely darkness. You breathed in deeply as if a weight was lifted off your chest, and relief washed over you. But the temporary happiness was short-lived as a face came into view, furrowed brows and lips curved in a deep frown.

The door opened away from you, the Count’s fully illuminated body standing tall above your pitifully crumbled self. At his side were heavily armored guards with the torches spending warmth and light while he carried not a torch but an elegant-looking candelabra. “Lucio…” you whispered, almost as if his appearance was the missing part of the puzzle you were trying to solve.

“So it was you who brought me here?” you accused him, his frown unwavering as he stepped towards you, the door creaking loudly as it was shut behind him. There was a small table right next to the entrance that allowed him to set down the candles as you grew agitated. “How could you do this? I trusted you! I came to work for you, I–”

You were harshly interrupted by the haunting sound of a slap echoing through the cell. Your cheek throbbed as his hand collided with it, leaving you in utter shock. For a moment, you were overwhelmed by your emotions, and you looked up at him in disbelieve. But the cold, heartless stare that was returned to you made you hyper-aware of the situation you were in. The position you were taking in this mess.

“How could I do this? How could you?!” Lucio hissed back, barely holding back from spitting the words in your direction. “I’ve been doing everything for you, and you thank me by running away? By forcing me to drag you back here through the hands of my guards? Have you considered even for one moment how I am feeling?”

Nothing he said made any sense to you, but you felt a twinge of pain in your gut as he called you out. Of course, it wasn’t right to run. The job was taking much longer than you thought, and Lucio was slowly but surely taking you deeper and deeper into the palace until you didn’t know where the exit was anymore. And then, one day, the door to your study wouldn’t open, and you panicked, stuck and alone, with no one to answer your calls. Isn’t it natural that your first instinct was to run when you saw the chance? Lucio and you didn’t exactly have a relationship established in trust, so was it that strange that you saw no reason in his actions of locking you away?

“I- I don’t understand…” you stammered, wanting to rub your cheek, but the shackles held you back. The pain was spreading, and you were just as helpless about everything as you had been back when you were alone.

“It’s Asra’s fault, I’m sure,” Lucio merely continued his tirade. “I should have sent him before the lions in the coliseum when I had the chance! He’s been ruining you! If I catch him, I swear–”

You could only watch as Lucio twisted his hand in a choking motion, feeling appalled and sick from hearing what he’d do to your lover. “He put those ideas in your head, trying to take you away from me! I’ll kill him! He doesn’t deserve your or my attention anymore! I’d love nothing better than go right now and get it over with; that’s how angry I am!”

Lucio’s anger made the air around you weigh down heavily on you, drowning the weak, disbelieving, “N-No…” you mumbled in it. Despite the cell being barely large enough to properly walk three steps between each wall, he was pacing. In a feeble attempt, you latched on to his dress pants, making him halt. “You don’t mean that,” you tried to contradict him. People said all kinds of things in anger, it didn’t mean they’d always act on it. He couldn’t be serious, but why were you so afraid he was?

It was you who messed up, not Asra. Asra had nothing to do with any of this! Had you known how all of this would turn out, you wouldn’t have taken the job offer—or at least, you wouldn’t have run! One wrong decision led to another, but if you could have just changed one step to avoid this situation, you would have done it, no matter what it meant for you.

“Oh, I assure you,” Lucio snarked, head held high confidently. “I would, and I will. You’ll have his head on a plate by tomorrow if you wish to see proof, Darling.”

“No!” you screeched, it being your time to raise your voice. “No, please!”

Tears shot back into your eyes as you stared at Lucio pleadingly. He seemed taken aback for a moment, not having expected your loud outcry, but you could see how little your words seemed to shake his faith. He truly was going to kill Asra for the mistakes you made. There was nothing you could do about this, but you would have offered up your own life in exchange if that was possible!

Or was it?

“Please don’t…” you whimpered, quieter this time, clutching both of his pants legs as best as you could with your limited movement. Every second you could keep him here meant another second for Asra to live and perhaps, get away, even if it meant straining yourself beyond belief. It was hard to fully grasp Lucio’s intentions. His feelings, the anger and hatred, made little sense to you. You two never had the kind of relationship that would invoke jealousy or rage like this in him, but he seemed to believe you did. Laughable, as he was not the kind of man you’d ever see by your side, but you could not turn a blind eye to his feelings if it meant saving the one person you did love.

“Hurting Asra will hurt me. I… I beg you: please don’t kill him! Please don’t leave and go find him for that! Please!”

If there was anything like a soft spot for you in his heart, Lucio would hear you. That was all you could hope for. Seeing his frown crack momentarily as you emphasized your pain, you were praying it was a sign of him relenting. And at least, his anger seemed to disappear as he finally sighed, looking away for a moment in thought. You gripped the fabric tighter and leaned forward, stress and panic exhausting you. Having you beg on your knees was nothing you enjoyed, but you would have done it time and time again for Asra. As long as you had to, you planned to stay down, bow your head and offer what Lucio would demand from you.

“Fine,” he hissed, pressing it out through his teeth as if it pained him to say it. Snapping upwards, you looked up at him brightly, thankful for his yielding and relieved that he saw his errors when his expression turned irate once more. The dreadful churning of your gut returned as you cowered once more, every hint of relief disappearing instantaneously.

“But you will have to hold up the other end of this bargain. Nothing comes for free here.”

Gulping, the sound of that alone made you paranoid. What would he ask of you? To dance naked in the town square? To become his personal cup holder for the rest of your life? Both were things you’d do if it guaranteed Asra’s safety. However, they would take their toll on you, you were sure. “What do you want?” you asked tentatively, deciding to hear him out and gaining Lucio’s immediate approval in the form of a smirk.

“First, you’ll apologize for all the trouble you made. The escape especially. And then, you will promise me to never attempt to run from me again. By my side is where you belong and where you’ll stay, do you understand? Promise me, no, swear that you will obey me from now on, and your little magician friend can stay alive and brew potions for as long as he wants. How about it?”

Everything inside of you screamed to stay silent, to refuse even a hint of compliance. It was a dirty offer, and you had a feeling you couldn’t even haggle. Aside from a promise rooted in nothing that Asra will stay alive, you’d lose everything, your autonomy, and freedom alike. Despite the grim outlook, however, you had long decided to do everything you could for the love of your life. The only person that ever made you consider giving up everything for them. For Asra.

“I’m… I’m…” It was hard. The words were burning in your throat alongside the tears in your eyes slowly running down your cheeks. They had to be said, no matter how much you fought against yourself, but like vomit, they crept up your throat until you could finally spill them.

“I’m sorry for running. I’ll never run again, never leave your side, and I swear I’ll obey you. So please, leave Asra out of this! I promise I’ll be good!”

Everything sounded like rattling off a text in a book, but you hoped it was enough as the sobs overwhelmed you. Defeated, horrified sobs of fear and sadness that you couldn’t hold back. Lucio watched you cry, and you deflated, praying to any and all gods that it was enough to finally appease him. The nightmare might have only just begun, but you wanted it to end so desperately already.

“I couldn’t bear to see you any longer with him. After all I did for you, all we’ve been through, you must understand that your place is with me. I’ll forget how ungrateful you acted, but you’ll have to make it up to me now!”

Lucio’s monologue seemed to twist the reality. You didn’t remember anything you’ve been through with him, any bonding you ever did with the Count. All you remembered were advances you didn’t want and experiences that weren’t pleasant to recall. But you kept quiet and your head low, fearing what an interruption might cost you.

“I used all my powers to provide for you! I kept you alive when Asra couldn’t! After all, you two have been struggling for so long, unable to find work, but I took you in despite not needing any more magicians at my disposal. I did it for you, and if I hadn’t, you’d already be dead, you know? Be thankful!”

There was a sense of finality to it, but you understood the message even if he didn’t say more. ‘I’m more powerful than you. You can’t do anything without me, so bow to my will.’ That’s how Lucio had always been and would always be as it seemed. He wanted to completely break your will, entirely make you submit, or he’d never be satisfied if there was even a hint of resistance left in you. ‘There is nothing you can do,’ is what he wanted you to know, and the tears came running uncontrollably as you felt yourself give up just to end the farce of trying to keep your hope that this wasn’t as bad as it sounded.

A sudden yank in your hair made you look up again, your crying halting temporarily as you were met face to face with your captor. “If you ever break this promise, I’ll drag Asra before you and make you watch as I end him, understand?”

Nodding hurt, but you were too scared to reply with words to that. “Say it,” Lucio demanded, shaking you roughly.

“I understand!” you confirmed, another loud sob boiling out of you. Shutting your eyes, you were unable to look at the Count any longer, squeezing them shut tightly and trying to control your voice. The grip on your hair softened before you felt the unfamiliar embrace of two arms firmly surrounding you. “It’s okay now,” his voice whispered close to your ear, goosebumps erupting over your skin. “I’m sure it’s been hard for you too.”

Unexpected kindness resonated from Lucio’s behavior, making you break out into more tears. You expected him to treat you worse than a dog from now on, less than human and surely not with understanding. But it’s been hard. It all was hard on you, every little aspect of what transpired since you returned to the palace for work. Being able to feel another person’s warmth and not being alone and clueless in the dark was almost too good to be true.

However, this too, was a fleeting relief.

Leaning forward, you rested your head against his chest. The world around you was spinning from guilt, fear, and resentment, but at the same time, you wanted to feel alive. Feel Lucio’s presence so you could feel yourself breathing and crying. His arms pulled you in tightly before wandering down to your hands. Before you knew it, he somehow managed the unthinkable: unlocking the iron over your skin.

The next you felt were his hands over your sore wrists as if they were shackles made out of flesh. They may have been warm but stung all the same as he pulled your arms over his shoulders, urging you to hug him back. To embrace him, to show your devotion. It made you sick, and yet you wrapped them around his neck, draping yourself against him as if you were an accessory to his outfit.

You kept telling yourself you had to do this. That you were doing it for Asra, keeping him safe and sound. That your intentions were good. And yet, you found yourself melting into Lucio’s warmth merely for the fact that he was there and ready to comfort you. It was absurd to find the way he brushed through your hair and supported your body anything but sickening, but you also didn’t have it in you to push him away. Out of fear and because… Finally, someone was there to save you from this awful cell, right?

Bad thought.

“There, there,” Lucio shushed you gently, letting you cry it all out into his fancy jacket that probably cost more than you earned in your whole life. Yet, Lucio seemed to care very little about you ruining his clothes, tenderly rocking you in his arms. Incredible guilt overcame you as you felt your eyes close, almost as if your body felt safe in the arms of this horrible monster who’s been threatening you and your partner for months now. How could anyone feel the slightest bit of comfort in this situation?

You were so angry at yourself for calming down, for not fighting him now that you could. But all you wanted to do was rest and stop worrying, at least for a while. It felt like you had been doing nothing but fueled your anxiety and worry lately with all you had to give. A small part of you begged for you to simply… let it go.

Somewhere out there was Asra, wondering what you were doing. Not knowing you were resting in the arms of a madman that you willingly promised your whole being to, to save your lover. No one would tell him what happened to you; he would never know how you were giving up and obeying Lucio, betraying Asra on more than just an emotional level. You could barely perceive the kisses to your head and the gentle praises for well-behavior, your self-hatred overshadowing them.

What a sick, sick world you were living in where the villain got everything he wanted in the end. And yet, here you were, content with being held, being warm and not so alone. Free of your shackles and yet imprisoned again by the same person you were trying to run from. You weren’t supposed to be treated like this—no one was! But it felt like you couldn’t change anything, only accept this new kind of reality no matter how toxic and dangerous it was.

“I love you. I’ll always love you,” Lucio mumbled, holding you securely in his arms and sighing in satisfaction. “That’s why I can’t give you up, no matter what you do.”

Why did it sound so sincere when he said it? And why did it not scare you as much anymore hearing it now? When would you find answers to all the questions, and how in the world would you ever be able to heal from the wounds inflicted by Lucio? Asra was the last thing on your mind before you closed your eyes, tears far from drying out, but you were too exhausted to see what was happening anymore.

Asra’s smile, his love, his passion. The gentle touches and the warm, hearty hugs followed by confessions of his feelings. Gently dancing through your home with the music coming in from the window and mixing potions together while laughing about some funny comment he made in the spur of the moment.

It was all over now, that’s for sure. But at least you preserved the life of the person you loved most in this world, even if that meant…

“I’ll never let you go, Darling.”

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ignitedbynatsu · 3 years

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He Makes You Feel Insecure ~ Natsu

A/N: Woowie it has been a while hasn’t it 😅 Writers block can be a bitch but I think I have a few more ideas for the other boys. Let me know who you want me to write for next!!

warnings: insecurities (he makes you feel like you feel like your magic isn’t compatible, cursing

genre: angst to fluff

Other versions:

Gray ~ Laxus ~ Cobra/Erik ~ Bickslow ~ Gajeel ~ Jellal ~ Freed ~ Sting ~ Rogue

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Tension had been running high for Natsu when his fire attacks had been cancelled one after the other by the wind magic user, but when you were the one that accidentally nullified his attack with your water magic, that’s when he completely snapped.

You had taken note of the rising irritation in your boyfriend's behaviour, and you thought that he hadn’t noticed the attack coming his way so in the heat of the moment you decided to step in. As a result, your water extinguished his flames and you both could dodge his attack your opponent’s attack just in time.

“Natsu, I’m so sorry-“ “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You were a bit taken back by his sudden tone as he had never yelled at you before. He took notice of your sudden state of shock, but that wasn’t enough to prevent the vicious word from coming from his mouth “Why the fuck did you think that was a good idea? Don’t you see that you’re a nuisance to me? All you do is fuck up my fire and get in my way. I don’t want your magic near me, can you get that through your thick skull?”

“Natsu!” Erza called out to the stressed fire dragon slayer “This is not the time nor the place”

“I won’t get in your way next time” You whispered before heading over to help Lucy with her opponent.

After a while, you overpowered your foes and were now on a train making your way back to Magnolia. You sat next to Lucy, while Carla and Wendy were seated in front of you. Natsu, Gray, Erza and Happy were seated in the boot next to yours.

“(Y/N)” Natsu whined “I’m dying, please help me” You usually summoned some water in the palm of your hand and let it softly swirl against his forehead. For some reason, it helped with the nauseous feeling, and you were about to give in until you realized his words from earlier. He wanted your magic nowhere near him. What if you somehow fucked up and splashed water all over him. You did not want to be yelled at again.

“Tell Natsu I’m asleep or something” You mumbled lowly, so only Lucy could hear, while you laid your head on her shoulder. She gave you a sad smile, knowing the outburst was still fresh on your mind. She complied, making Natsu groan in response but eventually gave up. He didn’t look too much in it as he knew how tired you could get from these jobs.

Once out of the train, you didn’t spare Natsu a second look. You walked in front of everyone, but Erza quickly caught up to walk next to you, while the other looked after the two Dragon Slayers that were still feeling a bit nauseous from the train ride “Are you okay?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked.

Erza clicked her tongue as she looked at you from the corner of her eyes, absolutely not believing the lie that just fell from your tongue “Natsu was way out of line”

“He was just stressed, it can happen to the best of us” You shrugged it off, hoping that if you treated it lightly it wouldn’t weight down later in your mind.

“Still not an excuse to work it out on you” She pointed out.

“I know, thank you for caring, but really Erza, I promise I’m okay.” You gave her a small genuine smile which she returned.

You didn’t return to the guild as the others did, instead, you went home, telling the others you were too tired from the mission to deal with the shenanigans from Fairy Tail. Natsu offered to walk you home, but you kindly denied it, leaving him a bit confused. He realized he should probably give you some space since he lashed out at you. He made a mental note to apologize next thing in the morning when he’d see you.

“(Y/N)! Baby!” Natsu ran over to you and hugged you tightly while spinning you around making you squeal in surprise “put me down, Natsu”

“Only if you forgive me for what happened yesterday,” he said.

“I forgive you. You were stressed, I get it, it’s no big deal” You forgave him.

“I knew you’d understand, you’re the best” He kissed your cheek as he placed you back on your feet “anyway Happy and I found this job and-“

“I think I’m gonna take a day off, still feel a little tired from yesterday, you can go, though, have fun” you cut him off before he could fully explain the mission.

“Alright, make sure you take care of yourself today! I’ll be home as soon as I can, so we can cuddle” He kissed your forehead before turning to the Exceed “Let’s go Happy! Let’s go ask if Lucy wants to join”

That’s how the following weeks went. You always found an excuse to not join Natsu and Happy on the job. Sure you had forgiven him for his outburst since he was under a lot of stress. He shouldn’t have taken it out on you, but you also knew it could happen to the best of us when you’ve hit your limit. However, you couldn’t help but see some truth in his words.

Your magic was not compatible and made you doubt yourself. You associated yourself strongly with your magic, as every wizard did, so I made you think if you and Natsu were suited for each other. After all, that was one of the many reasons why Natsu and Gray shared such a peculiar friendship.

You had often heard of the saying that opposites attracted, but nothing could be further from the truth. The human race is a narcissistic species and wants nothing more than finding themselves in their significant others. Huge differences might be exciting and fun at first but are bound to break in the long run.

“(Y/N), you wanna go on a mission with us?” Natsu asked as you stood in front of the board with job applications.

“Can’t, I promised Gajeel I-“ You started to explain but cut yourself off when Natsu threw you over his shoulder “Natsu! Let me go! Natsu!”

“No we need to talk,” He said in a serious tone, making you stop struggling against his grip and let him take you outside, so you could talk in private.

“What do you wanna talk about?” You asked softly as you took notice of the sincere expression on his face.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asked as his black orbs were searching for answers in your eyes.

“I am not” you deflected his question, but you breaking eye contact as soon as the words past your lips proved you were lying.

“Ever since that day I lashed out at you, you haven’t gone on a mission with me” He pressed.

“That’s not true” you denied once again which made him frown. Why were you dishonest with him?

“Okay, when was the last time we went on a job together?” He asked. Your silence was a clear answer and you both knew it. Your gaze averted to the ground, but he refused to let you shy away from him as he placed a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up until your eyes meet once again. His hand softly from underneath your chin to lay on your cheek “are you still upset with me?”

Your heart shattered at how vulnerable he was right now. His playful antics long replaced by guilt that had been slowly eating away at him for the past days. “No, of course not”

“Then please tell me what I did wrong. I can’t stand the thought of me deliberately hurting you. Please tell me what’s troubling you, so I can fix it” He pleaded.

“Do you-“ You paused to collect your thoughts “do you think we’re right for each other?”

“What do you mean?”

“That day you said my magic was a nuisance. It got me thinking and you were right. You have to evade my magic so often, and it's all because it isn’t compatible with one another. I just didn’t want to be more of a hinder than I already was, that’s why I started to join others on their jobs just so I wouldn’t mess up yours. I just sometimes wonder if my magic isn’t the only thing that isn’t compatible with you.” You frowned as you hear yourself your insecurities out loud.

“Hey, no, stop. What I said that day was completely out of line. I took my frustration and took them out on you and I shouldn’t have. I have no excuse for how I acted that day. You didn’t deserve it, and I’m sorry for making you feel bad. So what if we’re a little different. I thought you always liked a good challenge?” He apologized.

“Sure I like the thrill of our relationship, but it doesn’t take away from the fact our magic isn’t suitable for one another. I just think we’re setting ourselves up for failure. A challenge is fun for a little while but we both know that stability is what you need if you want a relationship to survive in the long run” You explained.

“Then we’ll defy those odds. I’ll show everyone and especially you that you don’t need something like psychology to prove if a relationship will work or not. Please let me prove to you how much I can love you and let me prove to you that I’ll eventually become that stability you crave.” He vowed. “I always thought you weren’t one to be quick on giving up when things get rough”

“I’m not, I just don’t want to put my heart out there if I know from the start it’ll only get broken” You uttered somberly.

“I promise you it won’t. I’ll love you with every fiber in my body until the day I die. I will never make you doubt yourself or our relationship again” He told you, sincerity audible in his voice.

You smiled softly at him as your arms sneaked around his waist while your head laid on his chest. His arms immediately reacted at your touch, shielding you away from the world as his lips planted a soft kiss on your head “I love you”

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kill-the-rockstar · 2 years

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August (Damiano David x Gender Neutral! Reader)

Summary: When Y/N booked an air BnB in Rotterdam to get away from the four walls they've been pacing for over a year, they didn't expect to meet a handsome Italian guy, and they deffinately didn't expect him to ask them out. But all good things must come to an end, right?

Folklore Masterlist

Warnings: angst, alcohol, self doubt, swearing

A/N: Okay, for this were going to ignore that Eurovision takes place in May and any potential language barriers caused by any of us knowing fuck all Italian! Have fun :)

Back when we were still changin' for the better

Wanting was enough

For me, it was enough

To live for the hope of it all

Cancel plans just in case you'd call

Y/N held their breath as the points were slowly read out. Time seemed to crawl at a snails pace as they sat on the edge of the bed in their rented room, waiting for Italy's points to be announced.

They were staying in Rotterdam for a month, wanting to experience something, anything, other than the four walls of their apartment back home after over a year of being locked down.

They hadn't expected to interact with anyone, let alone get a crush on the handsome boy, Damiano, who passed their balcony everyday.

And they especially hadn't expected him to start talking to them.

He'd first walked past around a week into their stay, and the first time he'd talked to them had been a casual joke about their staring that had made their face go red, he'd told them they looked cute flushed like that, and he'd have to try and make them blush as often as possible from then on, which led to the flirting every time they crossed paths, and the exchanging numbers and going out for socially distanced coffee and a 6ft apart dinner and-

So there they were, watching the Eurovision song contest on the edge of their seat, hoping he and his friends might win.

When their points were announced, and they'd received over 300 from the public, placing them at number 1, they shot up from their seat and jumped up and down before texting Damiano an 'OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING'.

And when Italy were confirmed to have won, they let out a noise that probably concerned their neighbours.

They watched the winning performance and smiled as Damiano kissed the guitarist, Thomas on live TV, but as the show finished, little insecurities started to settle in.

They'd been hearing Damiano talk about his friends and his music for days, and knew full well he deserved this win, but their brain was starting to buzz with thoughts of 'why hasn't he introduced you to his friends', 'will he even want you now he's won?' and 'It's over. He'll be leaving in two days and you'll never see him again'.

They managed to send a 'well done' text, on top of the still unread one from earlier, before collapsing back onto their bed with tears falling from their eyes as their brain turns against them.

They'd both been denying that eventually they'd both have to leave, trying to stay in the moment, but right now it was hitting hard that they may not even see him again before he left, what with all the celebrating the win and the hangover he was bound to have in the morning.

........

A few hours later, their stinging eyes were staring at their phone screen hopping from app to app, unable to settle on any distraction, or fall asleep, when they heard a loud knocking at the front door.

They crept towards it, checking through the peephole before opening it to a slightly (very) drunk Damiano.

He immediately grinned at them, stumbling slightly as he walked through the doorway and waited for Y/N to close the door before wrapping his arms around them from behind and hiding his face in their neck.

"hey... What are you doing here? I thought you'd be out partying until the sun comes up." Y/N asked gently, holding the hands that were wrapped around their waist and bringing one to their lips to kiss.

"We did a bit, but we're all pretty tired so we'll do it when we get back to Italy and can get all our friends 'round instead."

The mention of him leaving made the insecurities from before return, and they turned in his arms so they could see his face.

"If you're so tired why'd you come all the way here?"

"I wanted to see you," He smirked a little, "wanted you to tell me how cool the show was tonight."

"It was pretty cool..." they nodded, "I'm really proud of you, I know how badly you wanted to win. It was great to watch." They smiled and looked down to avoid his gaze.

"I wish you could've been there." he said after a minute, a lot quieter than before. "I'd have loved to see you in the crowd."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

They both stayed quiet for a moment, taking in the closeness.

Y/N started wondering how they were going to wind up sleeping. Would he stay over? Would he sleep in their bed? Would he leave? Would he come back if he did?

"I'm gonna miss you." he said, and their eyes met, and they could see how much he meant it. "I'll miss you so badly. And I don't know what to do about it."

"Neither do I," they responded quietly, tucking some of his hair behind his ear, before taking his face in their hand, thumb running across his cheekbone, "but tonight we don't have to worry do we? Tonight is for celebrating, and if it's meant to be, it will be, right?"

"We can only hope" he said before placing a kiss on their lips.

........

Seven months, countless texts and facetimes, a zoom call where Y/N met the rest of the band and quite a few flights later, Damiano got to see Y/N in the crowd of a show at last.

Got to hug them for the first time in seven months of promises and shitty WiFi on video chats, and this time neither of them needed to worry about the other having to leave.

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