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"to live with the milkman."

╰┈➤ francis mosses (the milkman) x doorman!reader

sypnosis ; reader is worried because francis hasnt been seen in a week. they decide to pay francis' apartment a little visit..

containing! ; lois stilinksy, working as doorman, gender neutral pronouns, use of y/n, francis being a little sick and out of uniform, francis and reader eat mac n cheese tg :3

authors note ; this is lowkey a slowburn-- i didnt mean to write so much D: i started writing yesterday morning and just finished this morning LOL but ya its very just wholesome and soft ^^

4.12.24 | 2.7k words

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As a doorman, you realize a pattern of people would often come and go through the apartment. You know who goes to work in the morning and who comes home in the afternoon, and you know what days they typically go out and days where they don’t.

So, I'm not totally creepy when I say I've noticed a shift in Francis’ schedule, right? He’s not one to typically go out unless he has work in the morning— which is usually Tuesday through Friday, but lately, I haven’t seen him all week.

Nothing but the worst truly went through my mind. He could’ve been eaten by a doppel, or worse, was mistaken for a doppel and was exterminated on sight! These anxious feelings went through my head as I nervously clicked my pen. I glanced at today’s list again, as if magically waiting for his name and picture to show up on the piece of paper.

click, click, click.

Through the office window, I heard the subtle steps of heels clicking against the worn tiles. Sighing, I sat up straight and folded my hands in front of desk, forcing my anxious thoughts to the back of my head in order to continue doing my job. I looked up to meet the gaze of thick magenta bangs with eyes barely visible I sort of wonder how she even navigates through her surroundings.

“Good afternoon.” She greeted, her thick lips curling into a polite smile. I nod as I took her ID and entry request through the letter box, scanning through the documents for any misspellings or misinformation. As I carefully examined the print, I notice Lois’ lips pursing into a curious point.

“You looked troubled, sweetheart.” She noted. “Is everything alright? Besides work-stress that is.”

I sighed a little, placing her card down before looking through today’s list. I checked off Lois’ picture before turning to my request checklist. “Yeah, I just.. I don’t know. Have you heard from Francis recently?” I asked, not even masking the worried tone in my voice. Lois hummed a little, as if thinking about the last time she has even seen the man.

“The last time I saw him, he looked extremely tired. Like more tired than usual. I think he was just coming home from work? He was coughing and sniffling a lot.” She recalled. “Poor boy.. He must’ve been sick for a while.” Lois shook her head. With her words I felt like a pressure had been released from my chest. Oh, good, so there is a chance he’s alive, I thought to myself. I slid back her ID and smiled.

“Thank you for telling me. I’m sorry, I just get worried knowing that a neighbor could’ve been killed by a doppel or any force of nature of that matter.” I lightly chuckled. Lois smiled, taking her ID before looking at me.

“You should talk to him. I’m sure he could use the company right now.” Lois suggested, but through that grin I could see that teasing smile.

I sighed a little, a little grin starting to form on my face. “C’mon, Lois, that would be way too embarrassing!” I exclaimed, crossing my arms in my chair. Lois lightly giggled, raising a white glove to stiffle her laughs.

“Oh, it won’t hurt, honestly! You never know what could happen~” she said, all singy-songy. I rolled my eyes before pressing the unlock button.

“Yeah, yeah. The door’s right there.” I sarcastically replied, a big grin on my face.

“Just think about it!” She called out as she walked through the door. I shook my head in amusement, listening to the door click behind her. I locked the door and returned to my previous slouched position.

Maybe I should pay him a visit.

My shift ended around late evening. I packed my bag and slid on my cardigan before locking the door behind me and hiding the key in a place only the next doorman would be able to find it. As I walked towards the exit of the building, I thought about what Lois had said earlier about paying him a visit. I never even really attempted to go past the lobby area of the apartment building. I had no purpose to anyway. And plus, it would’ve been a lengthy process to even request a visitor’s pass due to the security. I looked over to the doorman’s office, realizing that as of now, no one is on duty. Would it be morally wrong to go against the rules of the literal job I worked in?

Maybe.

But maybe my curiosity and anxiety could take over just for this one moment.

I walked back to the doorman’s office and unlocked the door. I placed the key back in its original hiding place before entering. I made sure to lock the door behind me before taking a look around the room again. Behind the doorman’s seat, there’s a door that leads to the stairway of the apartment complex. Its main purpose was to serve as a fire escape just in case of an emergency. Eagerly and swiftly, I gently pushed the door open, making sure to not make much noise. Once I walked out, I was met with the smell of old concrete and a spiral of stairs. I sighed to myself, remembering that Francis does in fact live on the third floor.

The stairs felt endless as my shoes clicked on the hard concrete. Fortunately, I only had to take a break only two times. I was finally at the end of the stairs, my legs tired from the endless climbly. I pushed the door open and was greeted with a typical carpeted hallway with blinding yellow-white lights that nearly burned my eyes. I sighed before trailing through the doors, looking at each number plate in order to locate the right room.

“Room 02, room 02..” I hummed to myself, just like how I would while scanning through files. After turning a corner, I was finally able to locate Francis’ room. I raised my fist to knock at the door, but the soft, soothing sounds of piano muffled through the wood. I stopped in my tracks, feeling as if my knock would disturb the perfect flow of the keys as I’m sure its song filled the apartment with grace. I waited for the keys’ song to slow to an end, the melody slowly fading out of the air and a sigh following its silence. I couldn’t help but smile, and sure this gave me enough proof that Francis was in fact still alive, but.. Something about his skills on the piano made me even more intrigued by the man.

I gently knocked with my knuckles, but making sure I was firm enough for the knocks to even be heard. From inside, I heard a chair scrape against wooden floorboard before footsteps steadily approaching me. A couple locks were undone before the squeak of the door filled my ears. I looked up and there Francis was— his eyebags were relatively darker and he was still in sleep attire with a baggy set of pajama pants and a fitting white tee.

“Oh— uh, (y/n)—” he said a little shocked to see me. I smiled a little, tilting my head at him.

“You shouldn’t have opened your door so fast. I could’ve been a doppel, y’know?” I advised. I heard him suck air through his teeth as he realized his rookie mistake.

“Mmm.. I’m sorry..” He mumbled, making me raise an eyebrow.

“You don’t have to apologize to me.” I said, leaning against the doorframe. “I’ve been worried about you since I haven’t seen you in a while. I just.. Wanted to check if you were okay.”

Francis raised his eyebrows in surprise. It made me wonder if anyone else but me paid him a visit due to his absence. We lingered in silence for a minute. he stared down at me as I stared up at him.

“..May I be invited in?” I requested, breaking the silence. Francis blinked his eyes a little, as if he had been lost in thought previously.

“Mmm.. ID and entry request, please?” Francis teased, smiling a little. I scoffed, immediately catching on to his wittiness.

“Ha ha, very funny, Mr. Mosses.” I sarcastically replied, rolling my eyes. His grin grew wider, clearly amused by reaction. He stepped aside from the door, allowing me to enter. I walked in, bag still clutched to my side as I took a look around the apartment.

It was humble but quaint space. The ceiling lights were off and frankly looked like they were never used, however, his lamps illuminated a soft warm orange on his furniture. He had a small box TV and dull red couch with a small round coffee table planted in the middle. Huddled in a corner was his old piano he must've been playing earlier. Francis closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it as well. “Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess.” He apologized, quickly rushing to his couch where clothes scattered over the armrests. He went down a small hallway I assumed to be where his bathroom and bedroom was. I took off my shoes and placed my bag on the table that sat next to the door before sitting myself on the couch.

I sighed a little, almost drowning into the soft pillows. It almost made me question why he would be struggling with sleep if he has a couch as comfortable as this. I could see a bit of his kitchen from sitting on his couch. It was a decent size with counters on one side and the appliances on the other. It seemed like he had something on the stove cooking as well.

Francis walked in shortly after and took his seat on other end of the couch, keeping a distance between the two of us. I brought my knees to my chest while hugging his couch pillows. I looked at him for a bit, trying to figure out myself as to why he hasn’t been out recently. Not only was his dark circles were more apparent, his hair was a little longer and messier. He looked paler than usual as well. Francis turned to me, a curious look on his face.

“Is it apparent..?” Francis asked. I furrowed my eyebrows, a little confused on what he meant.

“Hm?” I hummed in response.

“That I’m coming down with something.” He chuckled slightly. I shrugged a little, leaning back on the couch cushions.

“I mean.. Your hair is messier.” I smiled, admiring the frizz on the top of his head. Francis quickly glanced up before running his fingers through his hair.

“It’s not that messy..” He sighed.

“Well, I wouldn’t know. You always got that milkman hat on the top of your head.” I laughed. I glanced over to the kitchen again, realizing that steam was coming through the glass lid. “I think you might want to get that.” I suggested, nodding my head towards the stove. He hummed a little before getting off of the couch and heading towards the kitchen. I watched as he reached the top of the cabinets, stretching up with ease. I couldn’t help but stare at his broad shoulders to his slim waist defined by his white shirt.

“Hey, I made mac n’ cheese if you’d like a bowl.” He offered, his voice immediately cutting through my daze.

“Oh— uh, yeah of course. I was about to get dinner after I got off my shift but here I am.” I chuckled. He nodded before grabbing another platter to make my own plate. I sat patiently on the couch before noticing the remote on the coffee table. “Hey, can I turn on the TV?” I asked.

“Hm?” Francis hummed from the kitchen. “Mmm.. Sure. I don’t mind.” He shrugged before turning back to his task.

Something about this felt so.. Safe.. And homely. I felt comfortable, despite me never even being in Francis’ apartment before. It felt familiar, and I couldn’t lie to myself and say that this is the most peace I’ve felt since the news of doppelgangers came out. I picked up the TV remote and flicked it on, browsing through the channels before find a movie we could idly have in the background.

Francis came out of the kitchen, holding two bowls with forks in each. This time, he took his seat much closer to me before placing my bowl on the coffee table. “Thank you.” I politely nodded. I took the bowl and started to eat. Honestly, to my surprise, the food was actually pretty good for a man who worked day and night. I was enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of us as we enjoyed our dinner together— something I barely saw myself seeing tonight.

“Hey.. (y/n)?” Francis mumbled quietly.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I replied, taking another scoop of the creamy mac n’ cheese to shove in my mouth.

“Why did you.. Come here?”

Something about that question made my heart skip a little. Why did I come here? I mean— I came here to make sure he was okay. That’s my job as doorman. To make sure all of the neighbors are safe and alive. But even when I heard him through the door, clearly shown to me that he is still breathing, I stuck around anyway.

Why did I come here?

“Well— I uh..” I trailed off a little, sort of lost to where I should even begin. “I was just worried about you. That is my job, no?” I said, clearing my throat. I kept my eyes on the screen, a little embarrassed to even face him.

“Mmm.. I don’t entirely believe that.” He hummed. “You could’ve called.”

Oh, fuck, yeah no— he’s right.

Ugh, Lois!

You set me up!

“That’s true..” I chuckled. “I guess you caught me.”

“Mmm..” He mumbled. He placed his now empty dinner on the table before folding his hands in his lap. “So..?”

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beat fast inside my chest and a warmth creeping up my whole body. I placed my bowl onto the coffee table as well, and finally mustered the courage to look at him in his eyes.

“Francis..” I mumbled. He leaned in a little closer, as if he wanted to lean into my words and trusted them to embrace him.

“I.. I just.. I think I like you..” I trailed out. My head felt cloudy as a tingling sensation danced all over my skin, feeling like a little kid during recess confessing to her elementary school crush. “I've liked you.. Ever since we met. I never really said anything because I felt like you weren't necessarily interested in a relationship.. But Lois and Rafttellyn would always point out how you would look at me and I just—!”

A strong hand placed firmly on my cheek— so cold against my blushing face— pulled me in to meet those soft lips of his. I was completely silenced and wide eyed, but I knew what he was telling me. Everything in those pink lips told me that everything was going to be okay, and he liked me just as much..

I fluttered my eyes closed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to his chest. The TV buzzed in front of us, sputtering incoherent actors cracking jokes and delivering their lines. Our finished bowls of dinner were scattered on the table, but it was easy to tell the food was delicious for no piece of macaroni was left unnoticed. I pressed harder against his lips, letting the thought of breathing slip my mind.

If this is what it's like to live with him—

To spend our evenings chatting

Eating dinner on his couch

Watching TV while enjoying each other's presence

Then maybe I could get used to this.

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tagging ; @crybabies-heart @shypizzaperson @your-local-oc-maker @spearsillustration @mochi46106 @seraphlin @glxyaaandromeda (some ppl i tagged either bc they followed me on my old acc and just some ppl who interacted with my past content and just thought they would be interested in this fic :3

thank you so much for reading and reposts and likes are always so, so appreciated <3

#milkman #milkman x reader #thats not my neighbor #thats not my neighbour milkman #francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses thats not my neighbor #tnmn milkman #tnmn #francis mosses x you #lois stilnsky #fanfiction #wholesome

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luna0713hunter · 7 months

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hello! may I request for a opla zoro x reader with the action/scenario being the kissing passionately against a wall? maybe zoro was feeling really protective over reader cause someone was hitting on her and after he beats their ass/threatens them he kisses reader? Preferably female reader please! Thank you!!

Author's note : hello dear!!such a cute request! I'll be happy to write it!!! Hope you enjoy it (◕દ◕)

"passionate kissing,pressured up against a wall"

Based on this prompt

Zoro Roronoa x fem!reader

Warnings : reader getting hit on,idiot stranger not knowing who's he's messing with, protective Zoro

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"Alright then, I'll go with Sanji to help him with the ingredients he wants!"

"i appreciate it but i very much rathered you didnt..."

"I'm going to look for new maps."

"and I'll stay to guard the ship, y'know,in case of an attack."

You wave everyone goodbye as you watch their retreating figures with a promise of meeting in three hours by The Going Merry.

You look beside you to the stoic man who has his arms crosses and smile.

"so,what should we do?"

Zoro looks around and suddenly he takes your hand and starts walking.

"where are we going?"

"to the bar."

You snort and walk through the doors of a small bar. When you take a sit behind the counter,you stare as Zoro orders two drinks for both of you.

"its not even evening and you're already drinking?"

"the lunch didnt set well with me."

"cause Sanji didnt let you drink."

Zoro only huffs and rolls his eyes before taking a sip of his drink,and upon a taste he downs the whole glass and motions for the bartender to refill it.

"you should really start drinking less." You tell him as you nurse your own glass and taking tiny sips.

Zoro ignores you in favor of drinking his alcohol.

You grin;used to his antics and not taking offense. Zoro is just so easy to tease,that you find yourself always annoying the hell out of him.

You start drinking and looking around the bar;its mainly empty except a small group of marines sitting in the far corner. They're young,and when you look at them,you see one of them is already starting back at you.

In fear of getting recognized and having to fight or run,you immediately turn back and stare down at your drink. And apparently,the guy staring at you takes that as an act of shyness and invitation.

"hey there," and when a smooth voice greets you from your other side,you raise your head and smile nervously at the young Marine man.

Act cool. Please dont notice we're pirates. Smile,and greet him politely.

"hello," you say as you fidget in your sit, "how,uh,how may i help you?"

"for starters,you can help by letting me buy you a drink?"

You raise your drink to show him your half empty glass, "I'm good actually,thanks."

The man grins and rests his hand on the counter, "playing hard to get,huh." Then his hand moves on top of yours;and the action has you swallowing around your dry throat, "then how about dinner? I'll take you to a nice restaurant."

"no really, I'm fine, actually I'm with my-"

"i insist -"

"hey,hotshot," the sound of Zoro's voice has you shivering, "she said she's not interested. So back the fuck off."

The Marine raises to his full height,and his stare hardens, "and who the hell are you?"

Zoro smiles and downs his drink. Before you can even protest,he moves so close to the other guy,and places a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm her boyfriend."

The guy doesnt have time to react before suddenly,in a high speed that gives you whiplash ,slams the head of the marine to the counter.

The sickening sound of bone cracking twists your stomach,but the look on Zoro's face is much more terrifying.

The bar suddenly grows quiet,and when you rush to Zoro's side to grab his hand, suddenly the Marines are running after you two.

Zoro is not a man to runaway from any fights,so he stops to fight ten times harder than the marines. He manages to knock out three more (maybe even killed them?!you didnt stop to check.) Before you grab his hand and particularly yank him toward the exit.

You two run as fast as you can,before ducking in some alley. You peek from the corner of the wall and when see no more Marines in sight,you let out a sigh of relief and turn around toward the very cool Zoro and frown at him.

"was that really necessary? You know we cant get recognized!!"

"do you think i really care about that?" He walks closer, forcing your back to hit the wall behind you "he was hitting on you. He's lucky I didn't kill him."

You only stare at the man in front of you, noting how tense his whole body seems.

You stomach flutters with so much love and adoration for him that has you weak in knees.

So before Zoro can talk more,you pull him down by his collar and press your lips to his.

The kiss becomes heated fairly quick;as Zoro presses you up against the wall even more and this hands wonder around your hips and your own carding through his hair. You dont know how much time has past,not until you have to pull away from lack of oxygen.

He presses his forehead against yours as you both try to regain your normal breathing.

"so," you say as you can breath normally once again, "are you still jealous?"

And from the scowl he wears, you're sure he still is.

So you laugh and pull him down again.

A little reassuring never hurts after all.

#opla zoro roronoa x reader #opla zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #one piece live action x reader #one piece x reader

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quincywillows · 1 year

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like i remember the vitriol that came out when the mere PREMISE for ballad of songbirds and snakes came out bc it was “about the villain” and wasn’t instead a novella of one of the many cute likeable faves of the masses. i remember how fast people were to tear down the book before it even came out (and still do now). and it’s like look, i get it, suzanne created so many interesting characters that it would be incredible to learn more about and get more content for. but her choosing to write about snow for a prequel isn’t like Romanticizing The Villain or whatever bullshit y’all are claiming as hot takes on twitter -- ballad fits right into the common themes and tone of the series in that its not a romanticization but a reflection on how snow became what we know him as in the original series. both in how he already had some less than charming or healthy traits (just like katniss does -- suzanne is always clear that people are not inherently good nor evil and parallels were drawn between how snow and katniss view the world and think strategically, etc, from the second book), but also in how society and the choices of the greater community in panem created snow. like ballad is a really interesting piece of lore and history and worldbuilding for an already rich and elaborate setting that suzanne created, allowing us to see how that world even came to be and the kind of toxic impact it had on the people surviving in it while still pointing out that those people are human and that everyone has humanity and yet can still cause unfathomable harm to one another based on circumstance and need to survive and pressures of all kinds and like i have lost the plot here now but suzanne is one of the best authors of our time who actually gives a shit about creating layered, nuanced characters and worlds rather than black and white good and evil and unfortunately the hyperpolarization of our hot takes social media culture nowadays just can’t handle her anymore. suzanne im so sorry we don’t deserve your storytelling. anyway i’ll be seated for this movie y’all can skip and keep giving lukewarm takes on twitter to make urself seem so smart for hating a book you probably didnt even actually read

#suzanne collins is one of the only mainstream authors these days who clearly writes for purpose rather than profit #and puts thought into her writing always 100% of the time. but we as a regressing online society are not ready for her anymore #people are so scared of nuance in their media its incredible (derogatory)#the hunger games #ballad of songbirds and snakes #maggie.txt #fandom crit #to the people who are actually looking forward to this film + enjoyed the book i respect YOU

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chiiyuuvv · 4 months

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heyy can I request xikers reaction to you being insecure about something in yourself(anything, u name it) thank youu and I love your writing 🤍✨

• PAIRING — xikers x fem!reader

• GENRE — comfort, insecurities, yeah

• WORD COUNT — 695

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — Everything that i have written has been pulled from here so if there was something i didnt name or you'd like to read more about, i highly suggest it :)

• TAGLIST — @lil-elle , @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @mars101 , @nenede , @soul-is-a-strange-kid , @the-lemon-boy , @yuniniverse , @hunchan444 , @s00buwu , @cherrycolaberry

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

"I'm not going to get into that college"

First and foremost, minjae understands the pressure to get into a certain college in order to please your parents. But you wanna know whats more important? Why do you wanna go? Other than pleasing your parents. After a long talk and cuddle, you should come into a better sense of whether or not college is something you want to do. But either way, you should always believe in yourself! ♡

"I don't have many followers"

Junmin's going to take away your phone. Not because you did something bad, but so you can take a break. Go outside, turn on do not disturb and take a walk with your lovely boyfriend. Its a win-win for you, him, and his dogs. A win-win-win, technically ♡

"I don't have a good fashion sense"

As someone who likes to dress a certain way, sumin knows what its like, but he has a tip; dress for you. When you wear things that make you happy, you often forget about the others around you, and their opinions. It also helps you stand out from the crowd. Wear what you like ♡

"I cant do any better"

Grabbing both of your hands, jinsik will give them a tight squeeze in front of the mirror, making you repeat the same mantras every morning. They may feel silly at first, but over time they help you convince yourself that you are worthy of whatever you desire ♡

"I dont have many friends"

First, hyunwoo will talk about the importance of friends. Friends that help you grow to become the better you and give you a good laugh. Friends that would never judge you for their own benefit. That being said, you need to eliminate the ones that dont actually care for you. Worry less about the quantity, and more about the quality. Who cares if you only have 3 friends? As long as youre happy and growing, thats all that matters ♡

"I'm not pretty enough"

Beauty is subjective. You may be insecure about one thing, but junghoon, 9 times out of 10, finds it really stinking cute. But what he feels doesnt matter, what others think doesnt matter. How you think matters!! So stop worrying about other peoples eyes and work on your inner self. If youre happy.. youre at peace, and if youre at peace, you start to smile. And thats very attractive ♡

"I'm not that smart"

"Why dont you think youre smart?" Seeun would ask, his chin resting against his hand. "Why do you want to be smart?" These questions may be dumb but they have meaning. We all have the ability to learn something. After all, life is about experiencing things and growing from it. It all just takes time, so dont stop believing in yourself, 'kay? ♡

"No one will miss me when im gone"

Although you may feel alone and think no one would care, yujun would care. Yujun would always care. But, stop worrying about the future, you know? Live your life in the present with no regrets. Every moment spent worrying is a moment spent not really living. When you obsess over that type of stuff, you are missing out on whats in front of you. And when you miss that, you wont realize the people who love and support you ♡

"I feel overweight"

Hunter will take you to the gym, but not just so you become 'thin' and everyone will accept you, to focus on being healthy, mentally healthy too. Focus on getting in shape with a well balanced diet and exercise program. Hunter will help! ♡

"People talk behind my back"

"Do you know that for sure??" Yechan would ask, poking his fork in his salad. "Because most of the time, its just an imaginary conversation you have in your head. Stop worrying what other people think and focus on your well being. But what you said is true, expect to see me at your school." He finishes, shooting you an innocent smile ♡

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docwritesshit · 9 months

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Period Comfort from your resident emo

Synopsis: Just... Period comfort with Macaque

Genre: Fluff!

Pairing: Macaque x Reader

Word count: 544

Authors note: I just started my cycle and asked my friend who I should write for period comfort and they said Macaque so here I am

You groaned into your pillow, another wave of pain shooting through your body. The heating pad on your abdomen was doing its best, but your cramps weren’t going down without a fight it seemed.

You exhaled slowly, reaching over to your phone to try and see if anything on it would help distract you from your torment. You pulled your noise cancelling headphones from its charger, putting them on.

You unlocked your phone, scrolling through the various apps you had to see which one caught your eye. Then another stab from your uterus made you hiss, and flop back down on your bed.

Why must the world punish your because you were made to have kids? You were in no need of them right now, and not gonna be ready for them for a while, maybe even for your whole life.

A notification dinging brought your attention back to your phone. You looked and smiled when you saw the contact.

<3 My Dramatic Furry Emo<3

Darling, are you free tonight? There’s a new show in town for a few days and I was wondering if you wanted to go to it.

You frowned, texting back.

I’m so sorry, my uterus is currently murdering me and it gonna last me a few days TuT

Ah. I see, Ill be right with you shortly.

You raised an eyebrow at his reply, and jumped when you heard a knock outside your bedroom door.

“Come in!” You called out.

Macaque strode in, looking over your form. He squinted at the heating pad on your stomach, the noise cancelling headphones, and the open bottle of pain killers on your bedside table. He shook his head, but smirked

“If you need anything, you do know you don’t have to hesitate to say something, right?” He inquired. You scoffed, moving a bit to make room for him on your rather tiny bed.

“I would have, but I didnt need anything,” You insisted. Macaque raised an eyebrow.

“… I would have liked some chocolate.” You mumbled. Macaque chuckled, reaching into a portal he created and pulling out a small box.

“You’re lucky I picked this up yesterday to surprise you with today. It seemed my foresight comes in handy.” He quipped. You suddenly ripped the box from his grasped, opening it.

“Awww, you got me my favorites!” You cheered. Macaque smiled, walking towards your closet as you ravenged the box, watching the shadow monkey collect blankets and pillows.

“Uhhh, what are you doing?” You asked. Macaque just replied with a smug grin, and trotted back over, seeming to construct walls out of the materials, as well as wrapping you up.

“Macaque!” You squealed as he wrapped you both in the blankets. He chuckled, taking the box from your grasp.

“I think this calls for a does of sleepy cuddles and rest. Doctors orders.” He stated. You snorted, but snuggled up to him. He purred softly, wrapping his tail around your midriff, squeezing a bit to put some pressure on your abdomen to help with the pain.

“You know I’m here for you no matter what, right dear?” He whispered in your hair. You smiled against his chest, and sighed in content.

“I know, you’re always here. You’re my warrior after all.”

#lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #lmk #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #macaque x reader

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web-novel-polls · 2 months

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Silliest Pre-Isekai Death BONUS Poll

(This poll will have no impact on the tournament. It's just for fun)

["Anti-Propaganda" that attacks other characters is NOT allowed. Please only give reasons to vote FOR a character.]

Reinhardt from The Demon Prince Goes to the Academy

Cause of Death: High blood pressure from reading mean comments on his novel(s) :(

Submission:

He was a writer and his novels were SO shitty. Every novel had shallow characters, tons of plot holes, and it ended up with "and then meteor hits and everyone dies". The readers were, simply put, NOT happy. They constantly wrote stuff like "what the hell is going on in author's head?!?" "the author can't even do basic story telling i could rewrite it even without trying"

Reinhardt saw these comments and... dropped dead on spot. That's right. He died of haterz.

When he saw own body, plopped dead on keyboard before a screen with displayed haters, there was a grim reaper. Turns out, he pissed off SO many people and to such level, it amassed him bad karma to such degree he was going to go to hell

That's right, shitty writing is a SIN and he was NOT going to see the pearly gates of heaven

To atone for the greatest sin of being pisspoor writer, instead of going to hell, he was given other option, to live as a character in one of his novels. But, as said before, they were Bad. None had a happy ending. So he only could choose a lesser evil.

Which, turned out to be a character in an initial setting, meaning right under the siege.

Shen Qingqiu/Shen Yuan from the Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Submission 1: He died from reading this long running webnovel that he would faithfully pay for legally, abd then rip apart every little thing about it he didnt like. It was bad. He read the last chapter, and was so angry either he ate spoiled yogurt when he wasnt looking and died of food poisoning, or choked to death on a bun. Later he would meet the author who also isekaied into it, and then said author would say that he was a super fan.

Submission 2: died from choking on a bao lmao loser (affectionate) and then tripped on some wires and extra-died by electrocuting himself

Submission 3: Okay it gets a bit complicated here but. There are a few versions of how it happened. In the first he is reading shitty Web novel and gets so fucking angry at the ending that he just spontaneously combusts and isekai's into the scum villain in the very novel he was flaming. In the second be chokes on a bao (while flaming the novel's ending) and dies, again isekai'ing into the scum villain. The only fact that makes the second death funnier is that the novel he is reading is a heterosexual harem collecting story that is slowly changed into gay fantasy romance through the events of SVSSS's plot, which makes the "choking on balls to death" thing so fucking much funnier

Shang Qinghua from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Submission: Got too excited roasting a hater which lead to him spilling his noodles which led to him electrocuting himself. All because he was making fun of mr.Peerless Cucumber's masochistic attachment to his novel

#reinhardt #dpa #reinhardt dpa #shen qingqiu #shang qinghua #svsss #mxtx #polls #silliest pre isekai death tournament #silliest pre isekai death bonus polls #queue

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strangeauthor · 11 days

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so! with the book arriving, now's the perfect time for me to make an announcement!

this summer, i'm going to focus heavily on improving my art!

"but author didnt you say you were going to priortize ur writing since you love it more"

yes!!! i did!!! but recently my love and passion for art came back to me and i want to keep it going!

im not gonna put pressure on myself if there are days where i cant or dont feel like drawing and im going to (try) not to get frustrated when things dont go my way. but i am going to post my progress to you guys (at least the art i want you see lol)!!!

so yeah when May hits thats what im gonna do.

dw im still working on my novel!!! thats never gonna get change!!!!

#author makes a speech

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handoneohone · 2 months

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Yandere Valentino X Trans Masc Reader who's hiding that he's trans

omg i actually am obsessed with this. Amazing first request. im honoured

Yandere!Valentino X TransMasc reader who is hiding the fact he's trans

THIS IS REALLY LONG. IM SO SORRY IF YOU were expecting IT TO BE SHORTER OR LONGER AND I DIDNT KNOW IF YOU WANTED NSFW SO I ADDED THAT AT THE END WHERE THERES WARNING. I'M JUST SORRY IF THIS ISNT EVEN CLOSE TO WHAT YOU WANTED

I wrote this pretty fast in two sittings so some of the scene transitions might not be errm smooth💀

WORDCOUNT:3576

TW SA NONCON AT THE VERY END, DRUGGING, SHIT WRITING, VALENTINO, ABUSE, THERES A NOTE AT THE NONCON SO YOU CAN STOP AT IT IF YOU WANT.very anticlimactic ending im sorry

Valentino's initial interest in Y/N takes a darker turn as he begins to control every aspect of Y/N's life in Hell. His interest is aroused even more by Y/N's resistance and desperation to keep his freedom.

Y/N feels the pressure of Valentino's attention, with each encounter leaving them more mentally and emotionally exhausted, striving to balance his need for safety with the loss of his freedom.

When Valentino's usual strategies fail in controlling Y/N, he becomes more forceful. To destroy Y/N's resistance and sense of self-worth, he uses threats and derogatory remarks.

Y/N finds himself isolated, as Valentino's influence makes it nearly impossible for him to seek help or run away.

whenever they are together which is most of the time he ends up crying or silently begging for praise from Valentino. Valentino pushes his attempts as he senses Y/N's growing pain. To establish his power and authority, he becomes physical and uses his strength to make Y/N feel powerless.

Y/N ingrains Valentino's harsh remarks, and as a result of the constant assault, his sense of worth declines. He is unwilling to fight back out of fear of punishment or worse, which makes them look helpless and lost.

Valentino sometimes displays kindness to Y/N in a display of affection, misleading and manipulating his emotions. This measured kindness is intended to cause Y/N to rethink his opinions and deepen his bond with Valentino.

Y/N is torn between contradictory emotions, with Valentino's sporadic generosity making it difficult for him to completely dislike him.

Valentino's constant manipulation causes Y/N to withdraw progressively, destroying his spirit. early anger is replaced by a silent acceptance of Valentino's treatment, and he begins to feel that he doesn't deserve any better.

Valentino relishes his seeming triumph, viewing Y/N's ravaged state as the peak of his dominance and control. He sees Y/N as his most prized possession and confirmation that he can do anything he desires.

Y/N is reduced to a shell of his former self, attached to Valentino's manipulation and control. His path becomes dark with the little to no hope that he can escape this literal hell and break away from Valentino's smothering shadow.

With anxiety coiling in his tummy, Y/N stood stiff in the dimly illuminated confines of Valentino's office, bathed in the neon glare that seemed to follow the overlord like a shadow. Valentino moved in a circle around Y/N, a predator stalking its prey, his voice a deep, menacing drawl that built tension in the space between them.

"You know, baby, it's weird... that you've been with me for a little while, but there's so much I don't know about you." He positioned himself in front of Y/N and made him gaze up into his eyes by tilting his chin up with a thin finger.

"Take your past, for one. You guard it tightly~ what could be so sinful that you have concealed it from me?" Y/N lowered his gaze and muttered with a guarded tone.

"My past doesn't matter... Really it doesn't-" Valentino chuckled, his tone devoid of true amusement.

"Oh, but it does matter, my dear one. I'm interested in everything about you. Especially those elements you are desperately trying to hide." His grip tightened slightly, a reminder of the control he carried over him.

Y/N felt a chill run down their spine, the intrusiveness of Valentino's interest making them feel exposed. "There's nothing to say. I was no one before this... I'm still nobody."

"But that's where you're wrong," Valentino said quietly, his breath hot on Y/N's ear, causing him to tremble instinctively. "You are an important little thing to me my dear~," he says it like you're a toy

"A truly unique someone. And I plan to know every tiny detail, every secret... even the ones you keep locked deep inside."

Y/N's heart pounded, and a mix of fear and protest flared within him. "You won't find anything, I won't let you..." he whispered carefully yet the tremor in his voice revealed his anxiety. he feels embarrassed knowing there's jack shit he could do against Valentino...

Valentino took a step back, his gaze sharp. "We'll see. Everyone has a breaking point, darling, Even you~" he stepped forwards threateningly

"so when I break you down, and oh yes baby I will~ nobody will be there to pick up the pieces. nobody but me~"

As Valentino moved away, leaving Y/N to digest the disguised warnings and promises. he feels sick... knowing about Valentino's fixation with his past, with finding every secret he hid, was just another kind of cruel power play...

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The evening passed into the early hours of the new day with the neon lights of Hell casting long shadows across Valentino's extravagant chambers. He arrived back from his various underground operations, a mix of eagerness and desire running through his mind as he contemplated seeking adoration and devotion from Y/N.

Valentino spotted Y/N in the dimly lit lounge, a book in hand and appearing lost in concentration. The overlord's presence enveloped the room, demanding attention.

"Here you are, my beloved. I've been looking forward to this... to us~" he murmured, advancing with predatory ease. "I've had such a long day, and I was hoping for a little... passion, baby~" Valentino lens over the sofa, his hands on Y/N's shoulders rubbing down his chest. Y/N stiffened, their previous encounters with Valentino's erratic moods making him afraid. he quickly stood up pushing Valentino's hands off...

"Val, I am... not really in the mood for anything tonight. So Maybe—"

"You're not in the mood?" he asked, his voice dripping with threat. Valentino's demeanour shifted suddenly, and the air surrounding him crackled with barely controlled rage. "After everything I have done for you, this is your way of repaying me? By denying me what you OWE me?"

Y/N flinched, setting the book aside, and cautiously eyeing Valentino. "It is not like that. I just... don't... want to do anything right now-" Valentino's composed demeanour slipped for a brief moment, revealing a glimpse of the cruelty beneath. His hand shot out, gripping Y/N's arm with unwavering determination. "What you want?" he sneered as his grip clenched. "My darling, that is meaningless. Remember that you are mine. And if I want something, I expect to get it"

Y/N's breathing increased, both fear and pain mixing in their eyes. "Valentino, please... you're hurting me" You looked up at him begging.

Valentino glared at you for a moment before throwing you to the floor. With that, Valentino turned on his heel and left the room, leaving Y/N trembling in the wake of his wrath.

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Valentino, who always served as the master of perversion and dominance in his sphere of influence, never showed enough concern for a demon to find out about anything beyond their name—and frequently not even that. Y/N was one of the first exceptions.

Valentino recognized potential in Y/N the moment he entered his orbit. there was something special about his appeal and mystery that made him irresistible. Using his extensive network of subjects and followers, Valentino avoided probing Y/N's directly. Valentino was a wealthy lord, and in the hierarchy of Hell, information was sometimes as good as cash.

With eyes and ears everywhere across his realm, he wasn't long before rumours found their way to him. They didn't come from a direct infraction of Y/N's privacy, more like the inevitable rumours that surrounded anyone trying to keep a secret in a place as gossip-filled as Hell.

The days blurred together and a dense tension grew in the area surrounding Valentino's land. The normal commotion of Hell's never-ending partying subsided to a murmur in the background as Y/N's anxiety grew. he sensed eyes watching him, unseen but penetrating, removing the barriers to seclusion that Y/N had worked so hard to uphold.

When the moment finally came to confront Y/N, it was under the guise of a casual invitation. Y/N was summoned to Valentino's private quarters, a place where the glittering shiny lights of Hell's nightlife dimmed to the intimate glow of sexy ass lava lamps. Valentino's fierce, Predatory, and mesmerizing gaze blazed through the dark light as Y/N stood in front of him, clearly tense.

Valentino spoke in a tone as soft as silk, his words flowing with an almost unnatural gentleness. "You know that I've always had a special interest in you, Y/N, my dear. Your uniqueness, your... resistance. Your everything is quite... adorable~"

Y/N shifted uneasily, cautious of this unexpected compassion. He knew from experience that Valentino's sweetness was often used as a set-up for something worse.

Valentino's attitude abruptly switched, going from being sweet and soothing to dark and threatening, seemingly without warning. "However, I've recently come across some... information," he said, the word hanging there like a threat. "details that you have been unwilling to reveal to Moi."

The change in tone validated Y/N's fears and sent a shudder down their spines. Uncertain of how to react or protect themselves from the impending threat, they stayed silent.

Valentino leaned forward, his features briefly looking like a monster due to the way the light was catching him. "It's truly very fascinating. How far you've gone to conceal your true identity. However, as you can see, you can't hide things from me baby~" he spits the last part out harshly, you feel stupid for even thinking you could hide it from him...

Fear took hold and Y/N's heart began to race. It was infuriating to consider that Valentino would turn this knowledge against them, wielding it like a mallet.

But almost as suddenly as it had disappeared, Valentino's voice took on its previous sweetness again, but this time it felt hollow and tarnished.

The sweetness in Valentino's voice reappeared as swiftly as it had disappeared, but it now felt hollow, tainted by the bitterness that had come before.

"But do not worry, my dear. I will protect your secret~" The shock and relief you felt only lasted seconds before he opened his mouth again.

"But I do wonder... why the secrecy? Why hide who you truly are, unless... Do you fear how others might react? How they might treat you differently?" he says it as if he was only just realising why, taunting you...

Y/N remained silent, their jaw set, a clear struggle between wanting to respond and knowing the wisdom in restraint. Valentino's smile widened, but there was no warmth in it.

"Ah, there it is. That fear. It's powerful, isn't it? The fear of being exposed, of being vulnerable. But you have nothing to fear from me, Y/N. Your secret's safe... as long as you remember where your loyalties lie.~"

The implicit threat in Valentino's words was clear, and Y/N understood the precarious position they were in. Valentino had no interest in their well-being; this was about control, about power.

"See, I don't care about what you were or what you've become. To me, you're valuable as you are, my dear~” he pauses to sit up and tilt his bastard head at you as if giving you pity

“But we both know that not everyone in Hell shares my... open-mindedness. It would be fucking shame if your secret were to slip out because you weren't... cooperative~"

Y/N clenched their fists, a silent rage building within them at the manipulation, the exploitation of their deepest fears. Yet, they knew that confronting Valentino outright would be futile.

"So, let's not worry about the 'what ifs,' shall we? As long as you're with me, as long as you're mine, you have nothing to fear. I'll protect your little secret... and you'll continue to be the perfect lover. It's a simple exchange, really”

It was obvious what was meant to happen, and it struck Y/N like a punch. Valentino was asserting authority and utilising his knowledge of leverage to bind Y/N closer to him. to weaken his final barriers, rather than providing support or understanding

Y/N felt helpless, torn between wanting to respond with anger and realising that Valentino had the upper hand. "Valentino, I..." they began, but his voice trailed off. What could they say to that?

Valentino's face relaxed, a predator content with his ability to make his victim scared.

"Words are not necessary, baby~. Your behaviour will speak for you~" he leant forward even closer. you didn't dare move. his face in yours "Just keep in mind that I am either your sweet doting master... Or the man that will ruin your afterlife~. It is up to you to decide." he grinned at your scared little expression. He pulled away only slightly. As if thinking something over.

Y/N realised how serious the situation was as he stood there, the weight of Valentino's words bearing down on him. His confusion stemmed from Valentino's unpredictable mood swings, which could turn him from charming to terrifying in an instant. He wasn't sure what to do.

The tension in Valentino's office was obvious, the exchange leaving a dreadful feeling that Y/N found difficult to proceed through. His mind raced with ideas of escape and disobedience, but the mere presence of Valentino, powerful and cruel, did what it was intended to do. keep his little bitches afraid.

Valentino, feeling Y/N's inner struggle, saw an opportunity to strengthen his power and make sure his little Y/N stayed compliant for a while longer~

He reached into his cigarette case, extracted one with ease, and lighted it. The smoke that curled from the end was not the normal grey but had a delicate, hypnotic pink.

(sa here. NC is further down)

"Y/N," Valentino said, his voice unexpectedly softer and filled with an exaggerated warmth that contrasted strongly with the perverse glimmer in his gaze. "I know this is difficult for you... So Allow me to soothe your worries!~"

He took a long drag, the shimmering smoke whirling about him, and then slowly exhaled, directing the enchanted mist towards Y/N. The air between them was filled with a mesmerising aroma, sweet and overpowering, intended to numb the senses and influence one's willpower.

As the smoke reached Y/N, he inhaled almost unintentionally, and the immediate effect was confusing. his head felt light, and his thoughts were hazy as if he were in a dream. The space softened at the edges, Valentino's presence becoming less intimidating and more attractive

Valentino observed with predatory patience as Y/N's defences weakened under the potion's influence. "There, there," he said softly, standing to approach them, the air around him thick with charmed smoke. "Isn't this better? There's no need for panic or disobedience... oh you look so loopy already~"

Y/N's gaze met Valentino's, and for a brief moment, they saw him through the haze, not as the manipulator he was, but as a beacon, a source of refuge amid all the confusion that clouded his mind. he felt himself dozing, their natural resistance softened by the potion's influence.

Valentino smiled, a predator enjoying the success of his trap. "That's all, baby. Just let go. You are safe here, with me. All I want is what is best for you."

However, even as the elixir worked its charm, a portion of Y/N stayed detached, a whisper of self that watched in horror as they fell to Valentino's power. It was a little, rebellious flame that struggled against the seductive cloud, a reminder of the reality beneath the illusion.

Valentino leaned in, his lips forced against Y/N's in a kiss intended to seal the false promises, tying Y/N to him via force and fake devotion. "You belong to me, bitch. "Don't ever forget that,”

As Y/N's eyes met Valentino's he leant in quickly once again capturing his partner's lips in a rough, passionate kiss. It was a stark contrast to the gentle, tender atmosphere that Y/N under the drugs was experiencing. Their lips met with a hunger that belied the situation, and Y/N's drugged state only seemed to fuel the fire.

He felt the warmth of Y/N's skin beneath his touch, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him. As their kiss deepened, their tongues danced together, exploring the hidden depths of each other's mouths with a fervour that bordered on desperation.

Y/N moaned softly into the kiss, his body arching into Valentino's as he returned the passion with equal intensity.

Y/N, still under the love-smoke's spell, Y/N gazed at Valentino with a mixture of what felt like true love. Valentino loved the look in his eyes. Craving it even more than he did before. He looked at Dave and then the cigarette that had brought him here. It almost made Valentino mad that he had to resort to drugging him. But that wasn't his fault, this was Y/Ns fault. well, now would be the best time to punish fuck him.

“You're never leaving me. Im gonna make sure you truly know who you belong to~”

NON CON VERBAL ABUSE AND AFAB GENITALIA.

Valentino loomed over Y/N who had all the adoration and love in the world in his eyes for him and him only. Valentino shoves him out of the cuddle grabs his hair and yanks him up, his eyes wide with fear and confusion, unable to escape the inescapable grip of Valentino when he is mad.

Valentino's eyes glowed with an evil tinge like something had made him snap, casting shadows across the room as he stared intently at Y/N, his eyes seemed to hold an insatiable hunger.

With a swift and forceful movement, Valentino pinned Y/N to the bed, his stronger body pressing down on the small sinner. Y/N's struggles were futile against the overlord's unyielding strength, and he knew that resistance was pointless.

As Valentino's lips met Y/N's, the kiss was anything but gentle. His tongue forced its way into Y/N's mouth, tasting and exploring with a roughness that bordered on cruelty. Y/N's moans of fear and pain were muffled by Val's relentless advances.

Valentino's hands moved with a sinister grace, tearing a Y/N's clothing as he continued his assault. Y/N's bitching was silenced by his face being shoved into the mattress. And soon, he was completely exposed to Valentino. and after denying him so long, he had a lot of pent-up fucking ready for you~

"I hope you ready for this baby cause I am not holding back~"

Ignoring Y/N's pleas for mercy, Valentino positioned himself over the trembling man, his large cock poised at the entrance to his bratty lover's body. With a growl that resonated through the room, he thrust himself inside, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from Y/N.

"shut the hell up you fucking bitch" he would growl in your ear and slap you around the face many times before you could even attempt to be quiet.

Despite the agony, Y/N's body responded to Valentino's invasion, a strange mixture of fear and arousal coursing through his veins. Valentino began to move, his hips pumping in a rhythm that was both brutal and erotic. Each thrust drove deeper into Y/N, his face was red and he wanted to be sick but the smoke stood strong in his mind, keeping him from fighting back too hard~

"you love me- I know you do~ see how nicely your pussy is taking me, boy??" Valentino said in between long, slow thrusts, as tears slid down your face. "You were meant to be my little fuck baby right? answer me you fucking whore-!!!"

As he continued his relentless assault, Y/N's cries of pain and pleasure melded into a single, tortured sound. His body writhed beneath Valentino, unable to escape the assault.

In the end, it was Valentino who found release first, his cum filling Y/N up and making him feel sick knowing what just happened. Y/N's body shook beneath him, and for a moment, their gazes locked. That's when he knew. He fucked up.

Srry im shit at endings hope this was good for your request im so sorry if it was shite iive never done a request before eeeeeeeeeeee THANKS FOR REQUESTING EVEN IF YOU HATED THIS I LOVE YOU <3,<;£<£,3,3,3,3,,3 i take criticism but i might not respond cause ill be hating myself for not being perfect <3 eeee

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megamindsecretlair · 3 months

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Get To Know Me Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @nerdieforpedro 😚 for anyone who cares, here's a bit about me! 🥹

General rule: I may overshare in dms and authors notes sometimes but Im generally a private person 🤣 to the point Ive lost friends over it. ive been working with my coworkers for 3 years and they dont know shit about me 🤣 I juss really love yall and feel safe with yall so here we go!

1. Were you named after anyone?

No. My mom didnt want our names to announce who we were on applications so we all got regular smegular names. My name is of Irish origin so my yt folks customer service voice got ppl thinkin I have red hair. I mean....technically yes but its buried under my braids 🤣

2. When was the last time you cried?

At the end of The Marvels. The first end credit had me in real, actual tears. On a more serious note, I last cried before my grandma died. Yall, its fn hard being a caretaker. I was not built Ford Tuff.

3. Do you have kids?

*ahem* 🗣🗣 fuck no! 🤣🤣🤣 I dont even have nieces or nephews. Kids make me nervous and Im pretty sure they can smell the fear on me. 🤣

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

I played basketball and softball in HS. I love and miss softball all the time even though my big behind HATES running.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sarcasm is one of my love languages. I put that shit on everything 🤣 Physical Touch is my main one since we sharing.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Ooof, tough. Depends. Some quirk like glasses, lisp, moles. How they walk/talk, the way they laugh. I am a lurker by trade. Overly shy kid and writer by nature will do that to ya.

7. What is your eye color?

Dark brown. When that sun hits 🫠🫠🫦

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I am a HUGE scaredy cat. I dont do scary movies nothin! Happy endings over here! 🤸🏽‍♀️ I will enjoy a thriller but only behind my hands and mostly starring Matthew Lillard.

9. Any talents?

.....no? I have a bunch of useless knowledge or trivia that no one asked for but ya gonna get 🤣 . Juss realized writing is considered a talent 😭 so that too 🤣

10. Where were you born?

US, West Coast baybeee

11. What are your hobbies?

Obvs, writing. Reading, sewing, cons, tarot, tv, listening to music, video games (xbox, switch, PC girlie) , Marvel. Marvel is a hobby. I will talk your ear off. That is both a threat and a promise 😚

12. Do you have any pets?

I have two gorgeous Boston Terriers who run me into the ground every day. Idk why my mom thought two was okay 🫠🫠 my Black ass tide 🥲 👏🏽

13. How tall are you?

Fun sized 5'3 and a half 👏🏽👏🏽🤣 pear shaped. I got ass for days but in the itty bitty titty committee. 😭😭😭😭😭

14. Favorite subject in high school?

Definitely English. My English teacher was so fine 🥲🥲 thats not WHY it was my fave but can ya blame me 😩 I loved reading the books but I hated the themes they shoved down our throats. What if that wasnt MY interpretation of the book??? Hmmm? Some faves include: Their Eyes Were Watching God (Teacake 🥵🥵🥵), Brave New World, Bright Lights Big City (probably where my love of second person is from) , Bronx Masquerade, and The Outsiders. And FUCK the Great Gatsby. If I hear about that damn green light one 👏🏽 mo 👏🏽 fn 👏🏽 time 👏🏽😩😡 and FUCK Of Mice and Men, he aint have to do all that in the end. And DOUBLE FUCK I Know Why the Caged Bird sings. Turned my stomach when she described the SA. Lemme stop 🥴

15. Dream Job?

Writer. I will publish, I will be successful, and I will live the life I want. I claim it 😩 on my Octavia Butler, NK Jemisin, Danielle Allen shit 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Whew! That was fun 😭🤣

No pressure tags: @mybonafidefeelings @bratzmaraj @braverthanthenewworld @multiversefanfics @chaos-4baby @westside-rot @saturn-rings-writes @notapradagurl7 @wide-nose-and-wonderful @blowmymbackout @blackerthings @harmshake @targaryenvampireslayer and who wants to do one. I love learning bout my moots.

#megaminds tag game #get to know me tag game #get to know megamind #im funny sometimes #chronically online emo kid #dass me #i dont cry that often #nothing against it #i juss hate how puffy my face gets #my forehead big because im a people watcher 😭#glasses wearer too #tag game #tumblr tag game #know your moots #join in #i love learning bout folks

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look-how-they-massacred-them · 9 months

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Preliminary Poll

Jade Harley

Submission reason:

Gets turn into the girl who gets in between the yaoi boys. And also the yuri girls.

im splitting this into two parts, the first being in the original comic snd the second being in the ‘dubious canon’ sequels in the comic: jade was a great character and was shown to be very mysterious before her introduction and then when she was fivally introduced she was a super silly and kind girl that got up to fun goofy antics. after she godtiered she became really powerful due to fusing with a powerful entity called a first guardian and she gained the ability to manipulate space (teleport herself & other objects & like change the sizes of stuff etc). then after the midway point of the comic the autor realised she was too powerful so they made up some bullshit reason to temporarily nerf her powers and stuck her on a boat for three years all alone with none of her friends. this was like a really awful disservice to her as a character as when she was a kid she lived on an island all by herself & she played sburb specifically so she could finally meet her online friends . but then after she meets them those versions of them fucking explode and die in the retcon so shes all by herself AGAIN. the saddest part is that her friends didnt even really die (just alternate versions of them) but she has no way of contacting them for THREE YEARS. anyway so she does nothing for three years and then when her journey is finally over and she reaches the alpha session with all of her friends she gets IMMEDIATELY NERFED AGAAAIIIN. basically the powerful being she fused with is a dog , so shes half dog. one of the villains has the ability to control animals. therefore her friends have to knock her out to stop the villain from controlling her so she can’t even participate for the majority of the big fight that the entire comics been leading up to because she literally spends the whole fight asleep 😭 when she finally wakes up she doesnt even do anything despite the fact that shed be extremely useful in battle because the author forgot she existed despite the fact that she used to be a protag. so she just spends the remainder of the fight trying to stop two dog aliens that from killing each other which ends in her getting punched square in the face by one of them and getting knocked out again. there was literally no reason for this to occur other than it giving the author an excuse to say ‘no look she participated! i didnt forget about her look she did something in the battle!!!’ its just really sad because she doesnt even get to reunite with her alternate universe grandpa or anything even though all of the other characters got to reunite with their alt universe families but jade stayed lonely and sad and asleep. shes truly a wasted character and its sad seeing her go from a protag to a character that the author accidentally made too powerful and as a result she had to be basically written out of the story :( in the ‘sequels’: okay so the homestuck sequels are deemed ‘dubiously canon’ by the author themself as their plots were outlined by them but the stories themselves were written by a writing team of fans and theyre supposed to be like a fan continuation by the original author. which means that technically they arent canon but also the plotlines were mostly decided BY the original author so im including them anyway. so let me talk about them. jade is reduced to an annoying bitch getting in the way of the fandoms otp :( shes also like written to be biphobic & anti-polyam stereotypes as shes depicted as super promiscuous and not caring about other people’s boundaries and she pressures 2 of her friends from the original comic to be her 2 boyfriends , & is depicted as like ‘getting in the way’ of those two characters’ relationship.

she also like makes one other character cheat on her wife because jade wanted a baby and couldnt have one with her bf so instead she just convinced his sister to cheat on her wife and shes shown to be an evil homewrecker or whatever :( the way she was written is also super transmisogynistic where theres like 1 million jokes per second about her having a ‘dog dick’ cause she fused with a dog god and its like a punchline . its like ‘hay jade WAAAIT A MINUTE how did you have a baby with rose?!??! Errrrrmmmmmmm WWHHHHAAAAAT?!?!?!! PENIS?!?!?!!??????!!!!!?😱😱😱’ it’s genuinely so annoying . i hate how she was reduced to a made to hate character purely because in the original comic she happened to be close to two characters that later were widely shipped by most of the fandom . she’s genuinely so out of character and far removed from the goofy silly girl from the original comic they warped her so much just because she was a girl interfering with the fan faves .

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hade us so awesome and silly and she deserves the world

#look how they massacred them poll #look how they massacred my girl #homestuck #jade harley #homestuck jade #hs jade

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willowrites · 1 year

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hey baby! can you write something where Elvis, pressured by the colonel, breaks up with reader, who, years later, becomes a successful actress, and after she becomes someone "important", the colonel no longer tries to stop his boy from get back to her, but now reader thinks he's just trying to take advantage of her and her fame, like all the other mans she mets during her carreer?

i love you, and im sorry. part 1

PAIRINGS. elvis x reader

SUMMARY. you notice elvis acting strange on your date, little did you know the worst you could’ve thought, came …

WARNINGS. angst …

AUTHORS NOTE. hi sorry for the wait school has been stressful lately but here it is!

part 2

“We will both have to make sacrifices.” The colonel says to Elvis. Elvis heart drops immediately. He knows where this would be going. “We will need a record label with national distribution.” He continues.

Elvis’s eyes widen. “RCA?” He questions. “RCA.” The colonel confirms.

Elvis’s mind is spinning. The opportunities the colonel would give him. It’s impossible for him to pass up…but then again.

“Saint Phillips discovered me.” Elvis says furrowing his brows.

“I know, but we have a way to help Sam understand that it would be foolish of him to hold you back. Every man has his price.” The colonel explains. All he sees in his head is helping and supporting his family. “It’s just business. Show business.” The colonel smiles at him. “To achieve truly great things, one must make truly great sacrifices.”

He saw this coming. He knows.

“You will have to be free of any entanglements. You see my boy, show business is snow business. And the fans need to believe that you are always avaliable.”

There it was. What he knew he would hear.

“You mean like…” Elvis slowly starts to ask the colonel. He didnt want to end things with you. He loves you. He’s never loved anyone like he loves you.

“You have to end things with y/n. It will hurt her but she will realize you are doing this for yourself. She would be completely inconsiderate if she held you back.” The colonel justifies. All Elvis sees is you and him, in his car, you both crying because of the unfortunate mess he would have to create.

“I love her colonel. I…I can’t.” Elvis was already heartbroken, because even though he did love you so very much, he had to do this to support his family. He just hoped you both stayed in each other’s lives.

“My boy…like I said. Sacrifices have to be made.”

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

You were dolling yourself up because Elvis had asked if you could hang out later tonight. It was nearly 7 and Elvis was about to be here to pick you up. You pampered yourself making sure you smelled beautifully as well as felt beautiful.

You haven’t seen Elvis in a while. About a week to be precise. You always got nervous before you had dates, so inherently your hands were trembling and sweating in nervousness.

“Honey, Elvis is here.” Your mother advises you through your bedroom door. You touched up your lipstick and sprayed your hair with a bit of hairspray before grabbing your purse and walking out towards the front door.

“Be back by 12 y/n/n.” Your father had yelled from the dining table.

“I will Pa!” You answered him as your mother kissed your cheek.

“Have fun sweet girl.” She says bye as you walk out the front door to see Elvis waiting for you on your porch.

‘Hi.” You greeted him with a light kiss on his lips. His heart fluttered at that small touch. God, this was going to be hard.

‘H-hey mama.” His aura seemed off. You felt something in the atmosphere that was making things between you off.

“What’s wrong?” You asked concerned and he shook his head.

“Nun’, can we…take a ride?” He asks you and you nod taking his hand in yours. His hand was sweating and trembling too. As if he was afraid your touch would cause him to disappear.

You brushed the uneasiness off and let him walk you to his car. He opened the door and waited for you to get in. Afterwards he closed it walking to the drivers side getting in and starting the ignition.

He drove off and drove you both for about twenty minutes until he settled and parked on a hilltop.

This was bizarre. You felt it. Something was off and you were frightened of what it was.

“Elvis?” You spoke up after the quick silence.

“Y/n, I need to speak to you about something.” He spoke up, his face looking nervous. You had the impulse to brush his untamed hair back.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” Your forehead creased with the worry you had. Whatever he was about to say was not going to be good.

“We…we can’t be together anymore.” He hurriedly said scanning your face for your reaction.

You eyebrows drew together. He couldn’t be serious. What did he mean? Why? Your heart was racing as if it was running away from your body trying to escape. What Elvis just said wasn’t clicking.

“What do you mean Elvis?” You asked. Your fingers finding their way towards your bracelet Elvis had given you. Your first gift you’ve ever received from Elvis.

“The colonel said, for me to do great in my career…it’d be best if I didn’t have a girl.” He explained to you.

You felt tears prickle your eyes. The colonel? You know this would’ve been something to consider but you never realized it could become reality.

Elvis was breaking up with you? Elvis was leaving you.

“A-and you…you’re going to agree with him?” You couldn’t help but ask as your eyesight was being flooded with your tears.

“Y/n…” His voice cracked. “It’s what he said I need to do. For my family and my career. The fans…they need to think I am available.”

“But do you want this Elvis. I ain’t askin’ about the colonel.” You sniffled.

“Of course not! I would never! But I want to be able to support my family. To give my mama everything she deserves! Try to understand that.” Elvis exemplifies.

“I do…” You cry. You dont want to be thoughtless. You understand where he is coming from. But you can't help and be mad at him. “D-do you love me?” Tears streaming down both your faces you question.

“I do. Of course I love you mama, but I have to do this.” He weeps and takes your hand in his.

Your eyes shut as tears are poring out of them. Your nose is running as your head bowed and your shoulders shook as you cried.

His left hand holding yours as his right hand made its way to your head moving your hair to the side.

“B-baby..” His voice shook. He loathed doing this to you. He hated seeing you cry. He wish he could erase himself from your memory so you forgot about the pain he caused you.

You shook your head and tried wiping your tears away.

“We can still see each other but…I'm sorry I can't be with you.” He tried to come up with a solution.

There was no way you could see him without being hurt, without wanting to be with him, without him being yours.

You tried to catch your breath. You took a deep breath and tried wiping your tears without smudging off your blush.

As soon as you calmed down you spoke up.

“I can’t see you.” You told him. “It would hurt too much.”

That’s when his heart shattered. This is what he was most fearful of. Losing you.

His lip started quivering so he turned his head to look outwards towards his window.

It’s not her fault.

“I’m sorry.” Is all Elvis said.

Moments passed. You both still holding each other’s hands not wanting to let each other go.

Both your minds wandering elsewhere. Imagining the different scenarios in which you both wouldn’t have each other in your lives.

After about 20 minutes you felt your eyes droop. You were tired, hungry, and heartbroken. You just needed to go home. You cant handle this right now.

“Take me home, please.” You spoke up. His hand reacted to your request. He squeezed your hand lightly. He didnt want to let it go.

As soon as he turned his car off and pulled out of his parking space and put it back in drive, his hand went directly back to holding yours which made your heart break even more.

The ride to your house was quiet. Sadness and despair filling the air. You stared into space just thinking about how life would be from now on.

You came back to reality as you recognized the familiar houses of your nieghborhood.

He put his car in park quickly getting out and running to your side of the car pulling the door open for you to get out.

You got out grabbing your purse and walked rather quickly to your front door.

“Y/n” Elvis stopped you. You turned around slowly to see his eyes red and swollen. His cheeks flushed, hair still untamed, wet cheeks. He still looked beautiful.

He walked up to you and grabbed your face and pulling it towards his connecting both your lips.

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. He held you close and moved his lips against yours. Your hands found their way towards the back of his neck and wanted to pull him impossibly closer.

He slowed down and pulled away before giving you three last pecks.

I love you.

“I just needed to do that, one last time.” He whispered up against your lips.

Your felt your eyes sting.

One last time.

He pulled you into an embrace and buried his head into your neck smelling your beautiful floral scent.

“Goodbye y/n.”

He pulled away and you looked at him up close for one last time.

“Goodbye Elvis.” You said as he’s walking back towards his car.

AUTHORS NOTE. i hope you enjoyed this! thank you so much for this request! i decided to make this into other parts so that you could pause and you weren’t reading forever! the next part will be posted soon! requests are still open!!

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goldengoddess · 2 years

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proud of you - nikolai lantsov ♡

pairing: nikolai lantsov x female!reader

request: would you be willing to write about nikolai telling reader (can be she or they/them - anything works <3) that he is proud of them because he knows they are stressed being a queen and doing all the meetings and paper work and they just need the assurance?

authors note: hello lovely readers! enjoy this sweet nikolai fic (slightly short) while i think about how much i miss the grishaverse universe and characters. i didnt proof read this im sorry

warnings: stressed out reader, skipping lunch because they’re busy

no one had ever told you that being queen required so much paperwork.

if they’d told you, maybe you would have considered your beautiful husband’s marriage proposal more carefully.

as the thought slipped into your head, you couldn’t help the small smile on your face. who were you kidding? you would have said yes to marrying nikolai no matter what.

but the headache splitting your brain in half might have made you hesitate at least a second or two.

you’d been sitting at your desk for hours. and as you looked out the window now, you realize the sun has almost disappeared past the horizon. unfortunately the pile of papers to your right indicated you had another couple of hours left before you could finish.

this night was shaping up to be very very very long. like the night before. and the night before last night. and practically all nights since you’d really decided to dedicate yourself to your duties as a queen. you let out a soft groan and let your head fall onto the desk.

a soft squeak from the door behind you pushed you to lift your head. nikolai, in all his kingly fashion, walked through the door and into your office.

against your will and the circumstances, you felt yourself relax simply at his presence. you hoped that nikolai never realized just how large of an effect he has on you. that boys ego was big enough.

you turned back to the half finished letter in front of you. nikolai could come to you for change. you were his queen too after all.

the soft pressure of hands on your shoulders made you release an involuntary sigh. those magical hands. you leaned your head back to find those blue eyes already looking down at you.

“hey sweetheart. how you feeling?” even the sound of his voice, although most of the time annoyingly commenting in your ear, calmed you down.

you pouted up at him, making it clear exactly how you were feeling. the little knowing smirk on his face at the sight of the overflowing paperwork on your desk almost made you want to punch him.

he gave your shoulders a firm squeeze and then turned your chair so you were facing him head on. he kneeled down slowly to be at your eye level, taking your hands in his.

“that bad of a day huh?” he asked, tilting his head to the side in a way that reminded you of your childhood golden retriever.

you shook your head and let out a small breath. “no, not that bad. just extremely busy.” he gave you a small nod to encourage you to keep going. sucking another breath in you went on, “i just was in meetings all morning. and then zoya called me in on an emergency during lunch so i didn’t even get a chance to eat. and when that meeting went long i fell behind on paperwork, of course. so now im going to be here for hours and wake up tomorrow on about two hours of sleep.”

the confession tumbled out of you faster than you can shut your mouth. you felt nikolai give your hands two strong squeezes. you couldn’t help blinking rapidly and the few tears that slipped out of your eyes.

the usual smirk that nikolai permanently had on his face was missing, when you finally made eye contact with him. instead, you could read sympathy all of his beautiful perfect face. tugging slightly on your hands he pulls you out of your seat and towards the coach onto the other side of the room.

protesting, you pulled against his grip. “no nikolai i’ve gotta work. there’s so much to do i-”

“sh sh sh. nope i don’t wanna hear another sound out of you. just sit down with me for a second.”

knowing that there was no reasoning with him, you allowed him to sit you down on the sofa, right beside him. well more like slightly on top of him. your leg on top of his, his hands in yours, shoulders pressing into each other.

“my love,” he started, “you have been working yourself to death.”

you let out a sarcastic laugh, “you’re telling me?”

one side of his lips quirked upwards which caused the same reaction on your own face.

“you’ve been working so hard. you’re honestly putting me to shame. people in the palace are going to start realizing you’re doing more work for ravka than i am.”

you chuckled as he left a small kiss on your shoulder. “and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

he shook his head, smiling towards you. “no, we would not. you’d ruin the whole reputation that i’ve got going.”

he took a deep breath. one extra kiss on your shoulder. “but more important than my fragile ego and reputation, is the dedication you have to this country, the crown, to me. you’re an example. you put about a million percent into everything you do and i can’t even fathom how you’re still standing after the day you’ve had.” one more kiss, closer to your neck this time.

“so i really mean it when i say to you: i am so incredibly proud of you. the most proud. you are a role model for so many people. including me. all the meeting and paper work and running around getting everything done. so proud of you sweetheart.” the last phrase was whispered into your shoulder, like a confession.

at his words, the few small tears turned into larger more sob like tears. nikolai didn’t even hesitate to pull you into his chest. and he held you and kissed your forehead and though you weren’t sure you swore he was mumbling “so proud of you” over and over into your hair.

“i really,” you started and then stopped to hiccup, “i really needed to hear that.”

“we’ll it was my pleasure to be able to say it to you my sweet queen.” you chucked. and if you could save that laugh in a locket and chain it your neck, you would.

“i love you so much” you whispered to him, paying back his earlier kisses with your own on his neck.

“and i love you my hardworking wife. and once again, im so proud of you.” he kissed your forehead before saying:

“there’s no one i’d rather have ruling by my side.”

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bradshawsbitch · 7 months

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hi :) I’m kinda new to tumblr and tgm, do you have any tips to not get blocked by people bc I got blocked by one of my fave tgm blogs even though I followed their rules (age/not blank blog) and I’m kinda sad about it :(

Hi honey! I’m sorry you got blocked. I of course can’t speak for any other creators on here, but here’s some tips about what I look for/what I decide to block.

If a person has their age stated, that’s already such a relief! I, however, do sometimes choose to block people who doesn’t have a blank blog either. For me, I want my followers and readers to be interactive with me.

This site is a blog site, like your account and your page is your blog - which is why it’s called re-blog. Tumblr was big because back in the day, you had a separate website for your blog, and you had to click in on your fave blogs to catch up on their content - on tumblr, they put all of your fave blogs in one place, and you could now interact with your fave bloggers and put THEIR stuff that you liked on YOUR blog, which was so groundbreaking!

I tell you this because I feel like people forget, and some people on here might not even be old enough to remember what blogs even were.

So, when I see a blog followed me, I look for age, if they have that, I look at content. I block users who haven’t reblogged anything recently (say January this year is the last post, that’s a block for me), and if I’ve noticed said user liking my fics - but they haven’t reblogged ANY fic from ANY user on their blog that’s a block too. If you don’t want to even just click a button to reblog instead of like, I don’t feel like sharing my fics with you.

And that’s another thing, how you interact with the fic. It bothers me that fics are just expected to drop like it’s a fucking six second tiktok that you just throw together. The really good fic writers on here? They’ve been writing for years. They’ve put time and hard work into perfecting their craft. If you look at book series - how long do you usually have to wait for the next installment? Years, usually.

So asking an author for “part two?!?“ can and should be seen as extremely rude. Because for us that is not you telling us you liked the story, that’s you dissatisfied with the end and wanting more, without giving us anything but impatience and pressure. I’ve seen some people say they’re shy or don’t know what to write but imma be a cunt and say that’s such fucking bullshit.

It’s a fucking blog. Like??? “Cumslut96 wrote that they loved the descriptive language of the blowjob scene” how the fuck will I know who that is? Like I don’t go “that must be Lisa from down the street!”

And not knowing what to comment? Also bullshit - literally just write what the fic made you feel. And if it didnt make you feel anything, why’d you even want a part two? We’re literally creating shit for free (or in my case, I pay 12 dollars a month to give y’all gifs) and like the least you could do is leave a comment about what you liked. It’s what inspires and makes writers want to write more, there’s no shortcuts for that unfortunately.

Tldr; age in bio, reblog frequently with variation, treat your content creators with respect, and for gods sake don’t write “just here for the fics” in your bio 💀

#long post #sorry for rant but like it’s the truth for most of us #tumblr etiquette #tumblr tutorial #tumblr fic #tumblr reblog #tgm fics #alex answers #reblog fics

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yeyinde · 6 days

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HELLO! In 2021, I read your ao3 work, "baby, (dont) fear the reaper" for the first time. For 3 years since, i have been haunted. Occasionally i would go back and read your work front to back. Tbh, i didnt know much about dbd lore at the time. i read it bcs it has some vibes that im into, and boy oh boy, those vibes do not disappoint! Halfway through i realized that if your work was a novel, i would buy it 100%, no matter the cost. I fell in love with how the reader was portrayed, how such a somber and melancholic personality can be twisted into such a calculating, patient, and analytical character. Danny too, how the hell did you capture such a narcissist is beyond me. Reader's descend into revenge felt normal, a natural progression, like how a river flows into the sea. Though i never expected Reader to start hunting Danny back, i thought Reader will always be the prey, never the predator. Though, there are tells, from how the reader feels a bit detached (?) from their childhood, carrying heart scars from a toxic childhood friend, how Reader continues their friendship with the aforementioned toxic childhood best friend (a love for rebels, maybe? Or is it a want for the dark resulting in admiration, and then, love?) despite the harm it inflicts. (That flashback chapter to Reader's childhood will always be one of my favorite chapters!) Whatever it is, Danny is the nail in the coffin, pushing Reader into the cliff to freefall into madness. Danny is the real head scratcher, though. Even though there are whole chapters dedicated to Dannys's POV, i still cant understand why Danny is so enamored with Reader. Yes, Reader gets him in a way no one can, but what is it with Reader being a past victim of a homicide that attracts Danny so hard? He even lets his guard down around Reader-he invites her to his motel for god's sake! Albeit to craft alibi, of course, but still. There's a whole chapter on it, where Danny finds out about Reader's case, but i still cant wrap my head around it. As the author, would you mind delving into Danny's head again to explain why Reader has such a chokehold on Danny? (no pressure, of couse!)

-also sorry for bad English, love you! <3

i love talking about bdfr! it's my baby!! i still have the original Google Doc with all the chapters, the playlist, and the outline because it was one of those things i could never really part with. and i can't believe you've enjoyed it so much!!! i'm so thankful for that because this was really a labour of love. i left pieces of myself in it that i don't think i can ever get back, and i genuinely don't think i could ever write anything like it again. it was my lightning-in-a-bottle moment, for sure. and ahhhhhhhh, 2021??? has it really been that long?? it feels like it was only a few months ago that i was sitting in my car eating a lobster roll and writing out the "Home Depot" opener on my phone lmao

but Danny's obsession with their case stems largely from his own narcissism, really. it's also his eventual downfall. Danny (and most, if not all, of the Ghostface Killers) is canonically obsessed with horror. a very morbid fanboy. so him meeting a surviving victim of one spurns his curiosity but also, his competitiveness. Danny is the showstopper. everything he does is very theatrical. he can't help the nagging sense of inferiority whenever someone else comes along. so he's caught in a loop of comparing himself to this other person, and also angry that you let yourself get caught by someone so subpar.

eventually, Danny comes to the conclusion that you're supposed to be his Final Girl, but someone else got to you first. and it's the anger, the jealousy, the obsession that really kicks everything into motion between them. and the reason Danny comes to this conclusion is a bit of a misunderstanding in three parts. Cat and Mouse (killer versus spunky Everyman Journalist); the Perfect Victim (Final Girl Blueprint); and then Two Sides of the Same Coin (or: there was always supposed to be two Ghostface killers, right?). that's the outline i stuck to when writing their specific arc.

this got super long so i put my notes on all three arcs Danny goes through under the cut. i mapped this story out pretty meticulously, so i hope my initial outline sheds some light on the insanity that is Danny lmao

Cat and Mouse is just a manifestation of Danny's boredom. at this point in his life, he's pretty stagnant. this arc would be Halloween H20 for him. the Florida Murders haven't happened yet, but he's been all over the US and no one has come close to catching him. Jed is still a persona he can use without worry of being caught.

and then you come along, and you're immediately wary of Jed. this hasn't happened much for him. he's able to read people with a shocking amount of ease and knows how to tune himself to their personality. either being overly friendly (Leslie and Jed), flirtatious (Gemma and Jed), competitive (Colton and Jed), or extremely competent (Jonah and Jed), but you're the outlier. the one he can't read. he tunes himself into the Old You, but it obviously doesn't work anymore because that version of you is gone. he misreads you. this strikes a nerve. it's never happened before.

it's exacerbated by your wariness of Jed, too. the way you go out of your way to avoid him, despite how much he adjusts his supposedly infallible personality to match you, it never seems to work. you're always on edge. you never trust him.

and then you make the comment (to his face, no less) about him being a narcissist. and this shouldn't be as huge of a moment as it is. Danny's been doing this for a long time, and it's kinda crazy to assume no one has clocked his Ghostface persona. but it's the fact that you say this so openly. and given everything that's happened to you, it heightens the stakes for him. for the first time in a long time, Danny feels like he could (potentially) be cornered. he also feels seen. and for a narcissistic serial killer who craves attention and admiration and fear (as noted in his POV chap., song choices), this is straight dopamine for him. it's everything.

so, he tosses you into the role of his foil. the one who will chase him to the very brink. but he doesn't anticipate the fact that you'd almost willfully ignore the warning signs right in front of you just to remain inside this bracket of normalcy you're still desperately clinging to (which is your own narrative downfall). he goes out of his way to make you catch onto him, almost angry that you don't.

it then kicks off the second part. he starts to consider you HIS Final Girl. but there's a problem. you're not his. you'll never be his. for such an unrepentant narcissist, this is almost too much. he's bordering on the edge of utter fury and an almost noxious jealousy. he wants to be your demise so badly that it bleeds into just pure, unfettered want.

and then the final part of their story is Twisted Soulmates. it kinda struck me as odd that every single Scream film had TWO Ghostfaces. it's kind of the blueprint. but DBD does not. they just had Danny. so i started thinking about what would happen if there were always supposed to be two, and added elements of Danny's loneliness. he wants, desperately, to share his work with someone who understands but this sort of thing would never appeal to the general public that's he trapped inside. he also risks getting caught. it can never happen.

until you. your anger at the man who did this to you, who ruined your life, is as potent as his desire to kill. he can see it in you. this darkness. this shifting, ugly rage brimming just below the surface. it makes his hackles rise because you could be the perfect partner.

it's a big part of why he spends so much time trying to "show off." why he gets so jealous when you focus your attention on Michael Myers instead of him. and why he feels the need to get rid of Leslie. she's a moral obstacle in your way.

he wants your attention now. he wants your everything, but there are parts of you that he'll never have, and this loss is too great to ever let your relationship work in the "real" world. but in all honesty, he's fine with being your eventual demise if you decide not to go with him. being your FINAL killer is something he fantasises about a lot. he wants to kill you from the moment he sees your wariness over Jed to the very end when he makes you chase him all the way to Utah.

but then the Entity intervenes, and suddenly Danny has a way to have everything he wants. your death (over and over and over again), and you with him (forever, always, eternity). but his narcissism does not let him see the killer you're shaping into. and when you end up turning the plot on him, using your "friend" as bait to lure him in, Danny knows he's gravely misunderstood you. in fact, he's never really known the real you at all.

this, of course, just spurns the obsessiveness in him further, making it very unlikely that he'll ever let you go.

#and please don't feel the need to apologise at all!!! writing in a language that isn't your mother tongue can be extremely difficult esp Eng #and i wouldn't have known if you hadn't mentioned it!!#your English is perfect (and much better than mine) 🖤#also sorry this got sooo long!!!!!#i have all these extra notes that i could never really anywhere so the moment someone is like “tell me BTS about bdftr”#the lore just comes out in a flood

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