#i feel so awful about it I cant sleep for like a week it just makes me feel so fucking empty

[southernvampire]

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#i had a really good energy day. i was awake at 8 in the morning and hung out with my mother in law from 10 to 4 #we went shopping and got food and it was a really good day #but it wasnt enough. the moment i got home i realized how tired my body was and i took two naps #i woke up from my last nap over an hour ago and i still feel like im in a twilight state of consciousness #im so tired but my dream was ao vivid and real despite being nonsensical that it freaked me out and i dont want to go back to sleep #but im also so emotionally fragile and cant watch videos without something making me want to cry #im supposed to go on my honeymoon in two weeks to disney world. objectively not a good place to go with low energy and weak muscles #but i wanted to go back so bad and didnt want to keep putting it off since i might be like this forever #yet the idea of me getting this exhausted each day is making me wonder if im wasting our money and that we wont have fun bc of me #like this was the best day energy wise ive had in almost a year and i feel this awful now. how am i supposed to last a week at disney? #we've been spending 3 years waiting to have money and time for our honeymoon #ugh. im not ok. i just want a new body so i wont feel like im dying every other day #im just hoping that we chose a good time to go to avoid crowds as much as possible to reduce the chance of getting covid #bc i cant just keep waiting for covid to be gone to do things. i can mask but i cant stay home almost all the time anymore or else i will go #insane #i want to just live life and not constantly worry about getting covid from going to a store but i also dont know whats wrong with me #and wont see my specialist until december so i dont want to get really sick and mess up my health even more #i havent gotten covid yet though so hopefully that will continue. triple vaxed and it seems to be working for me #i'll still be careful though but i hope i have the energy to have fun bc these past 3 years have been trying to kill me with trauma

[floorpancakes]

cant sleep but i got so tired i can't stay awake much longer either so im sating my hunger and then having some honey tea for my waning cold and probably listening to asmr and holic rambling until i pass out

#i was gonna stay up all night and tomorrow to try and fix my sleep schedule but ive felt really fragile with no energy so i cant try and be #productive or awake or anything #ive had a rough couple weeks my body is neither listening to me nor having mcuh energy at all #i have design deadlines thats not fun #im also about to have a really rough time because my parents r shoving me into consecutive dogsitting that strains my health rly bad #next week and like the week after the week after that #for the whole week #each time #its complicated i dont wanna think about it rn but basically its gonna be rly rly rough for me so this is awful timing to be feeling sick #ignore me im just going thru it #ill go back to talking about holic soon aha

[valandherweekofwonders]

uh oh i am fucking up royally now

#now THIS is a depressive episode oh my god #not functioning at all #i think to others it would seem fine or mild but the things im doing or not doing are uh signs if something being really wrong with me #and it's upsetting me to no end because i feel so trapped in the cycle ive created #so tired sleeping at the worst times cant get up cant clean my room or organize anything forgetting about plans missing my meds #never eating or drinking water only awake for like 6 hours a day i cant keep up socially with anyone i feel so sick and horrible right now #bc of my fucking up #i feel so fucking awful oh my god im not like suicidal or anything but this is just so bad #i need to try to stop this cycle asap especially because i start a new semester next week and i have work and volunteering and all this #stuff i need to be on top of #and i want to be able to do it all well

[the-s1lly-corner]

Creepypastas comforting the reader

except some of them arent particularly good at it + as per usual jeff ben and toby are written as platonic everyone else can be seen as either or writing a silly little thing before i tackle in on requests, falling into the same vibe as the "hugging/kissing creepypasta characters" post from last week since i do enjoy rating these lads on thing ehehehe obligatory "these style of posts go over my personal character limit but since this is writing for the admin he bends the rules a bit" anyways uhuh totally dont give me ideas for these eheheh winks

SLENDERMAN:

not much of a talker in general, and i think that remains true in scenario where you're upset/crying. but he does make it clear that hes here for you... just... in a general sense. you know? refuses to leave you alone unless you directly ask him that you need space; more so watches out of concern rather than his usual curiosity. i think he would make you a warm drink and let you vent to him. more of a logical approach than an emotional one; better at giving solutions rather than giving comfort.. though i like to think that his tentacles will pull you close if you want to lean into him, will let you cry into his shoulder with no judgement. 6/10 low score simply because sometimes one needs comfort in the moment instead of solutions, you know?

SPLENDORMAN:

i think hes the opposite of slenderman. hes all emotions first, logic later. if he already knows you comfortable with it, i think he would come in and scoop you up in a hug.. hell he might even cry with you, or do the equivalent of it (admin is still on the fence of whether or not he has eyes or not! torn between them being actual eyes or markings) will make you your favorite snacks and drinks, all the while letting you cry and vent to him. gets mad on your behalf if someone had done you wrong, does not make your feelings feel small or invalidated. if he could he would confront the person who treated you unfairly.... and in fact he might, who would ever believe the person that they came face to face with a ten foot tall monster? though... this can lead to him being a little quick to make choices that might have big impacts... 7/10 love this man need to write more for him and develop my hcs

EYELESS JACK:

you know now that i think about it, given how much i write for EJ, i swear ive done a similar prompt at some point. regardless of it i did and if my hcs are the same, im going to go ahead and drop my hcs. i think hes very similar to slenderman in terms that hes more of a solutions > emotion person.. though i do think hes more likely to join you in any shit talking if someone did you dirty... do i think he would target that person next when hes going to go 'hunting'? no... unless the person did something truly awful and unforgivable, then he would definitely consider it.. probably wont go through with a harvest, though.. but thats it whole other thing. more of a talker than slenderman, so at least he has that going for him. lets you sleep in his bed if youre venting to him in his cabin 7/10 one point higher than slenderman simply because he talks more n stuff

LAUGHING JACK:

im gonna be so real i think he can go either way if hes going to be good at comforting you. on one hand hes too silly and might not take it too seriously; or he might try to make you laugh.. which COULD work but other times makes it look like he doesnt care about your feelings. on the other hand i think he can give some solid adivce, but thats only based on the fact that i love it when unhinged hyper characters suddenly drop the most valuable info. shrugs. i mean if you need a distraction, i think lj is your man to go to ! he was literally made to entertain so i dont think its going to be too hard for him to take your mind elsewhere. i think he would offer to cook you something but i also think hed probably be banned from the kitchen because he cant cook for shit. has probably set water on fire somehow level shit. so instead you guys just sit together talking... mostly its him leading the conversation, though. doesnt leave you be until you at least give him a smile... 6.5/10 only because i dont know how to rate him here

MASKY/TIM:

oh not at all emotional. well no thats a lie but hes not very emotive. thats the more correct word. look if we're talking about masky, hes probably going to be really bad at comforting you unless your means to be comforted involves being watched... though i do think he would fall into the act of service hole.. does all the chores and such for you so you dont have to worry yourself about cleaning a pan thats been in the sink for two days now. tries his hand at cooking, but i dont think masky is the best cook.. TIM on the other hand.. but we'll get into that in a minute. probably ends in you guys ordering something but hey its the thought that counts. if someone made you upset you notice over the course of the next few weeks that person starts outright avoiding you and overall seems anxious. weird. probably unrelated! 7/10 only because im badly overworked irl and the idea of someone taking charge sounds like a dream

tim i think would be similar, but hes more expressive for you... will cook for you but if your favorite food happens to be really specific or something else, hes probably going to run out and get it. torn on whether or not he would tell you before he goes, or if he sticks to keeping it a surprise.. i think he would tell you just so it doesnt feel like hes abandoning you when youre down..! not much to be said here other than him being supportive 8/10 i would KILL for some white cheddar popcorn rn

HOODIE/BRIAN:

i think he would put you to bed. actually i think both of them would but to keep things clear im still going to divide this like masky/tims. i think hoodie is going to keep you in bed, even if youre not particularly tired. dont bother trying to fight him on it, hes only allowing you to get up for the bathroom. let him take care of things! very similar to masky, picks up on a lot of the chores. i think he can cook, though, definitely better than masky but i dont think hes like. top tier. likes making you little snacks, or food thats generally deemed as comforting (mac and cheese, cornbread, ect). doesnt talk (sign) much but will occasionally sign to you asking how you're feeling 7.5/10 love this man, so mad kid me used to sleep on hoodie

very similar, but an even better cook than hoodie so be prepared to eat good. communicates with you more than hoodie and makes small talk while cooking. i think he would keep the chat lighthearted and on a different topic rather than tackling your feelings, unless you express that you want to vent then hes all ears! not because he doesnt care more so because he doesnt want to seem prying or nosey and wants to give you the choice yourself. sometimes makes jokes about stuff in order to try to get you to smile. feels victorious when he succeeds 8/10 mad i slept on him too

TICCI TOBY:

i think he might actually be TOO strong and in your face when asking you what happened. only one who outwardly offers to krill someone if someone were to make you upset. but thats just because i think toby can occasionally get protective of you. i mean youre one of his best friends (only friends) and here you are upset! if you dont want him to do anything hes going to try to contain himself. he strikes me at the type to retreat to the roof and look up at the stars... i think he would offer to do that with you; but if youre too scared to climb then he can lay out a blanket for you so you guys can go sit on the grass! surprisingly a very good listener, though very emotionally driven and reacts a lot when you tell him the details of your day.. but its nice, i think, reassures you that hes is in fact listening.. 7/10 gives off brother vibes

JEFF THE KILLER:

ohhoho so this is an interesting one, because i like the idea of jeff still acting like an older brother every now and then even after everything. but he also has that attitude of "i dont care about anyone around me and im better than everyone".. more of an actions than words guy. he wont really say it.. you know? one of those "if he actually didnt care then he would bother giving you the time of day, much less break into your house at night with his arms full of your favorite snacks and drinks". good luck trying to vent to him though, i think its rare that he lets anyone vent to him since he also holds the "ew yucky feelings" thing ben has.. though once in a blue moon i think he would let you and give some decent advice... though every now and then that advice involves punching someone 6/10 is fair i think...

BEN DROWNED:

kind of reminds me of how younger siblings will give their older siblings know they like. kind of like the "my brother saw me crying and asked me what my favorite color is... he gave me things in that color" post/image going around that i cannot for the life of me find but i know it exists because it made me cry. i think its like that. except since hes in your phone he already knows what your interests are.. probably pulls up what your comforts and likes are in an attempt to cheer you up. i dont think he would bluntly speak with you about your feelings, but thats just because he thinks heart to hearts are yucky and cringe/lh. uses videos, art, stuff like that. ehehe silly phone ghost 7/10 because as simple as it is, if someone tossed my cc at me i would feel at least a little better for a moment and its the action itself you know?

PUPPETEER:

i thin hes similar to jeff in regard that he tries to play things off but deep down he does care, and that tends to show more through his actions... though i personally think if you were to actually cry then he might lose it a bit, because who DARE? i gotta admit, im still trying to figure out how i want to write pup and what hcs to give him, but i think.. this is an okay take.. might 'confront' anyone who made you upset, with or without your approval which might make some issues between the two of you.. more ready to let you vent to him though, might slip out some mean insults and words about whatever's got you upset regardless of its a person, chance, or object 7/10

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[oxymorayuri]

Hiii i read the acex reader i dont remember the title but its the one where she was the revolver?

I wanted to request more parts for it please BCS THE WAY U WRITE IT ITS SO CAPTIVATING I CANT

So yes thats all i wanted PLEASE DO CONSIDER 🙏

It will get me through my exams 😔🔫

❞𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬❝

Part two

If you haven't read the first part yet, you can find it here or the overview. ♡♡♡

✦ Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader ✦ Warnings: cussing/language, suggestive content ✦ Spoiler: none

A/N: Aw that is so cute! You know what? Why not? I really fell in love with the revolver too. I had to think of something to continue it but see for yourself, I hope you like it sweetie. PS: I hope everything goes well with your studies <3

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! ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ !

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: Ivan Imros

Everything before your eyes appears as if you're looking through a curtain. Time passes more slowly, every touch seems both intense and unreal, but you feel the desire.

There is nothing but desire... the thirst for more.

Light as a feather, you feel as if you are not even in control of your body. But that's not a problem. You enjoy every second, no matter how blurred everything seems to you.

Perhaps because you know that it is nothing more than just a desire. Your movements are rhythmic and you try to intensify the feeling with every thrust, but there are limits to how much you can feel.

Your options are small but you are grateful for what is in front of you.

You can dimly see the lust shining in Ace's eyes, while barely feeling his hands on your hips as they guide you into bliss. Your mind is constantly shifting between lucid yet dazed and one moment you are riding him while the next his lips are caressing yours.

Full of pleasure you close your eyes, your voice says 'more' but you don't feel your lips moving and although your eyes are closed, it gets brighter and brighter behind your eyelids…

You groan in annoyance as you pull the covers over your head. Damn that sucks. This isn't the first dream you've had about Ace, but it's never been as intense as this one.

You cannot escape the images of the things that happened between you and you keep dreaming about that night on the beach. A whole week has passed since then and you and Ace are far from what you could have become and whose fault is it?

Yep, yours.

The angry wiggle in bed gets you nowhere, but you are so annoyed by the situation that you have to let it out.

After your fit of rage, you look up at the ceiling of your room in defeat. Slight dark circles adorn your face because it takes half an eternity for your brain to finally shut up. You don't even want to think about Ace and when you are surrounded by complete silence, his face automatically appears before your eyes. You've spent a few nights tossing and turning in your bed because every time you close your eyes you see him. No matter how tired you were, you couldn't get a wink of sleep.

You tousle your hair. Your ego is so big that you would rather die than approach Ace.

You wonder why you reacted the way you did. After your night, you woke up alone in your room and even though you didn't expect him to be lying next to you, you wished for it.

Loneliness engulfed you and as lonely as you felt, the more you didn't want him to get near you. You felt so available and that's a pretty strange feeling for you… Would it have been different if you had woken up next to him?

You'll never know.

As usual you gave him the cold shoulder but this time you had an additional reason... but somehow you feel a bit childish about it now.

Your thoughts are spinning around. What is your reason anyway? The answer seems to secretly pile up inside you and that makes you nervous.

Should you really have reacted like this? You haven't said a single word to each other. Okay, you haven't said a single word to him… At least he tried, you have to give him that, but after 3 days he had given up. He just leaves you alone and doesn't even get on your "nerves" like before. Nothing nada

Somewhat sadly, you pull your knees towards you and put your head down. You can only blame yourself.

You idiot!

If it wasn't for Jozu, you would probably never have come out of your cabin. He actually managed to get you out of the room.

Well, he more or less dragged you out. He just barged into your room, came up to you without saying a word and grabbed you by the neck. You noticed him, but you didn't have the strength in your bones to really react.

Somewhat belatedly you grab him by his bulky arm but every attempt is in vain and when you realized, that he wanted to leave your room with you, all alarm bells rang in your head.

Like a wild animal, you tried to escape from his grip but no matter how much you scratched him or how hard you hissed, he wouldn't budge. You feisty thing. Without paying the slightest attention to you, he brought you onto the deck and although you were brought here rather roughly, he set you down on the ground with care.

"Touch me like that again and…!!!!!" You are caught off guard when your mouth is suddenly covered with tape; you hadn't expected that. You can only grumble in anger and your eyebrows furrow up furiously as you look up at your commander.

"Hah your stare can't do anything to me you stupid ass!" He makes fun of you while he ties your arms and legs and you have no chance to resist.

The big man took a step back as he watched you wobble pathetically back and forth. You try to free yourself because you are beginning to feel that you are in a critical situation.

Your strength returns and the ropes loosen. Jozu doesn't hesitate any longer and immediately ties you up completely from head to toe, which looks ridiculous. Like a mummy, with only your head free, he leaned you against the ship's mast.

From behind you, you hear Ace apparently going through something similar as you and suddenly he is thrown to the ground in front of you by Marco. He wasn't set down as gently as you were, and with a pained look he rubs his cheek, which has just kissed the ground.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Confused, he looks at the men in front of him who just look down at him with stern expressions and folded arms. Jozu's eyes wandered over to you and Ace's eyes followed his. With shock written all over his face, he looked at you with widened eyes.

Without commenting, he looked back at the two commanders and then Marco broke the silence.

"What have you done Ace." Marco's voice seemed a little threatening. Astonishment spread across Ace's face.

"ME?" Startled, he pointed his own finger at his chest. "I have done NOTHING!" He defends himself with a slightly raised voice.

You want to laugh out loud but the tape stops you.

"I don't know what happened between you, but one thing is clear and that is that the two of you have something to sort out!" Jozu lays out the facts.

"You're so wrapped up in your thoughts that you're constantly setting yourself on fire and even if it doesn't hurt you, it's affecting the people around you." His gaze went to you as he noticed your muffled laughter. "And you? We don't even need to talk about you, y/n. But let me refresh your memory. First you shouted at Ace, then you didn't say a word to ANYONE and then you didn't come out of your room for two whole DAYS!!!" The commander breathes in and out, somewhat exhausted.

You weren't even aware that you were behaving outrageously, but now that Jozu has reminded you, you can't deny it. Ace is bothering you and you are bothering him.

Marco touches his forehead, somewhat distraught.

"Listen, if Newgate gets wind of this, he'll talk to you… is that what you want?!" You both shake your heads in panic at the same time.

"I thought so." - "Ace, you were last with y/n that night and she's been so nasty ever since. Did something happen between you?" Jozu interjects.

He exhales a little helplessly and drops his shoulders.

"hahhh, I don't know… I thought we had a good time but the next day everything was different than I thought and that's why I wanted to talk to her to find out what I did wrong!" He turns to you and for the first time you see a look on his face that you never expected to see. He looks angry with a hint of confusion.

"But SHE doesn't want to talk!" he points his finger at you like a child. Offended, you grimace. Luckily, the tape is stuck to your lips because no matter what you would have said, it wouldn't have made any sense anyway. You're so irrational that you don't even recognize yourself.

The two standing men looked at each other and nodded. You and Ace don't quite understand what's happening now, but you'll find out soon enough.

Marco grabbed Ace by the shoulder and led him ahead of him. Ace doesn't really resist and starts to move. When Jozu approached you, you didn't want to leave the stage without a fight. You tried to move like a worm to escape from your commander and even though he admires your efforts, there's no point in trying to escape, because you're just as fast as a worm - not at all. Jozu has an easy time with you and throws you over his shoulder.

The two of them threw you into a prison cell made of sea stone and before they locked the cell, Jozu freed you from your full body bondage. You are glad that your mouth is free again because now you can finally let out all the bad words you have left for Jozu.

"You son of a bitch! Just wait until I'm out of here, then you'll be given a bloody surprise… I'm telling you!"

But you idiot threw yourself against the bars to grab the big man, forgetting that the bars are made of sea stone and that you now have the power of a devil fruit that you still have to get used to.

The energy sapping feeling in your body is sudden, overwhelming and slowly you go down to the ground.

While the men walk away from the cell, Marco shouts something back to you.

"You stay in there until you've sorted this out!" Grinding your teeth, you roll onto your back with the last ounce of your strength and close your eyes.

If I can't see him, then he's not there...

Yeah, exactly, that will work… You don't really believe that, do you?

"Hey… I'll leave you alone if you want, but the others are right. We take it out on the others and that's not okay. We're a crew…" The word crew makes you open your eyes without wanting to.

You sigh in annoyance and roll onto your side so that Ace can stare at your back.

"Yea, maybe. Leave me alone." Your stubbornness is driving Ace crazy, but he doesn't really want you to be like this with each other. Above all, he wants to know why you're like this to him. What did he do wrong?

He's been racking his brains for days about what he could have done or said that upset you so much. He wants to make things better if you would let him.

"If you're not going to talk to me, at least take the bed. Sleeping on the floor won't do you any good." You have no idea what kind of cheap trick that is. Is he trying to get you to sleep in a bed with him? You look back towards the bed but Ace isn't there. He's sitting next to the bed with his back against the wall.

Unexpectedly, disappointment spreads through you. Wait a minute? Is that what you secretly wanted?

A little confused, you stand up and stop in front of Ace, who looks up at you. His unkempt hair falls back slightly as he looks up at you. How you would like to swallow your pride and fall into his arms, but you have no idea where to start. You don't know what to say because you don't even quite understand what is wrong with you. So you say nothing and stare at him with tired eyes as he sits in front of you with one leg bent and his arm resting on his knee.

Ace doesn't quite know how to react, but he's not one to do nothing.

He stands up just a few centimeters away from you and now you are the one looking up at him.

His gaze scans your face for answers that you can't even give yourself.

"What have I done?" he whispers to you. His pained voice tears apart your heart. You didn't know Ace could sound so vulnerable.

"I…, I don't know." you mumble your words, but your gaze remains fixed on Ace.

You have no further answer for Ace and walk towards the bed and lie down with your back to him again.

"Sleeping on the floor won't do you any good…" You repeat Ace's words back to him, feeling less pathetic since he said it first.

You listen closely as you can make out the sound of his feet approaching the bed. His shadow falls on the wall, which you stare at, waiting to see what comes next.

You feel the mattress go down a little and you automatically hold your breath until you can hear your heartbeat.

Ace looks down at your slender figure. His eyes wander over your delicate curves. He would love to stroke your hips until you fall asleep, but he's not sure how far he can go without making a mistake... but he has a feeling that doing nothing would be a mistake too.

He decides to lie down with his chest against your back. Lying on his back doesn't really work, there wouldn't be enough room and back to back would be awkward. He really makes an effort not to touch you unnecessarily. He's already glad that you offered him the bed.

You try to calm down, but Ace's breathing gives you goose bumps on the back of your neck. You pinch your eyes shut and try to concentrate on Ace's warmth, hoping you'll be able to fall asleep soon.

Luckily for you, you quickly find your way to the land of dreams because with Ace behind you, one could say; he's no longer buzzing around in your head...

Stay tuned for the next Part babes <3

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[mbappeward]

when you are unable to sleep during pregnancy - kylian mbappe imagine

sleep, the word that used to have you on edge with pure anticipation and bliss was now torture to you. the way you twisted and turned from side to side, only to have your belly block your attempt at adjusting yourself made you want to cry out of frustration. looking down at your belly, you gave it a glare, starting to talk to your baby. "i cant wait until you come out," you huffed again, thinking how the baby was probably having the time of its life inside your belly while you were here dying. your head travelled slowly from your belly, up to your sleeping husband. he seemed to be in the most comfortable position ever, hugging his pillow dearly as he slept in his stomach, adding to his little soft snores that brought flavour to the room. you envied the way he slept so peacefully on his stomach when you could barely turn to the side without having the heavy baby prevent you from doing so, and so you unwillingly let out a small whimper from the overthinking that corrupted you.although your husband slept very well, he learned to be extremely cautious with you at times like this. it was probably the reason why he flinched when he heard your little whimper, looking up with squinting eyes as he panicked without knowing what the problem was. you jolted at his reaction, seeming more like he scared you rather than you being the one to scare him, it made you laugh. *what's wrong??" he sat up, his hands making their way to lift up your shirt so that he could ease his hands through your belly, a sigh rushing past your lips at the touch of his hands. "nothings wrong, I just, i cant seem to sleep so comfortably…" you spoke guilty. he looked like he was upset just because his eyes were taking a bit too long to adjust to the lights, expression looking like he was throwing a glare towards you. his hand left your belly for a split second to pull his hair back and to rub his eyes before fully letting them open. his hands immediately coming back to you."aw baby, I'm sorry, are you experiencing any type of cramping or anything? you're okay right?" he confirmed, you nodding your head to his question so that he knew it was nothing that serious. he breathed out, slumping back on the bed as his eyes closed for a quick minute before opening them up again, looking towards you. "are you sleepy?" you heard him ask. you closed your eyes before nodding at him. "very, kylian, I just wish I could sleep comfortably for one night, it's been weeks since I got a full nights sleep," you sniffed, your hormones taking a toll on you as your tears unwillingly fell from your eyes. you looked down in shame as you didn't want to put him through a tough time in the middle of the night, he was sleeping so well and you had to let your discomfort get the best of you. kylian moved behind you, making sure that you were fit perfectly in between his legs. it was a position where you were leaned back against his chest, with his hands coming around your waist while stroking your baby bump. you felt him plant some little kisses on your shoulders as you looked up. "im sorry I woke you up," you sighed, trying to feel every kiss that he was giving you. "you're so, so strong, and I need you to know that always. carrying a baby is not easy, at all, and I'm so proud of you for dealing with it in such a mature way. now stop apologizing, you're way more important than my sleep, and honestly, I don't mind holding you like this, it's not often I get to do it," he smiled. you lifted your head up to look at him, and you met with his adorning gaze looking down at you just as brightly. he playfully leaned down to bite your lower lip before kissing it and getting back to his normal position. kylian started to talk about his day, the training he had, about the baby, and everything more he could tell you, you tried to the best of your ability to stay awake but you couldn't help the sudden urge of sleepiness you felt for yourself. and before you knew it, kylian widened his eyes at your soft snores before he laughed, sleeping in the position you were in now, afraid he might wake you up.

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[rottenpumpkin13]

I think the biggest factor re: Seph being the only one who broke down so spectacularly is that he actually had the power to back it up.

Everything about how he was raised, what was done to him, and the perfect storm of Nibelheim just lined up perfectly with the fact that he actually had the power to back up his breakdown.

Like no one else is as strong as Sephiroth. Other characters whos only major kneejerk problem solving skill (violence) simply do not have his firepower. He has the magic, he has the physical power, he has the skill.

The games have power creep and all so its hard to see this, but Sephiroth in the lore was just totally unmatched except for Cloud in terms of what a single person could do. Zack is crazy strong, and Sephiroth had to have been sleep deprived and not eating for a week and mentally compromised for Zack and Cloud to just barely win and nearly die in the process.

Sephiroth has the biggest rampage because he has the tools to do it in a way that any of the other people on a violent mental breakdown bender simply do not.

I dont think, strictly speaking, the reason why he broke down like that specifically was simply because he was always destined to do so - I dont think he was destined to always go evil- but it was 100% only a matter of time before he simply couldnt take the strain of everything and had a serious mental breakdown of some kind. Eventually the untreated trauma just piles up so much you cant function anymore.

He didnt have to have chosen violence as his method of mental breakdown, but with the situation as it was, that is what he landed on. He could have just as easily chosen to take his own life or made a beeline for the brass and killed them all instead given other circumstances.

Without Jenova whispering in his ear, he probably would have chosen one of those, I think. In even fairly well adjusted people irl, discovering what unnecessary violating medical atrocities were done to you as a child secondhand off your medical records is often incredibly harrowing.

Theres just so many layers to why Sephiroth snapped and why Sephiroth behaved like that beforehand.

When characterizing him, I feel like people really undersell and underestimate what chronic trauma starting from childhood does to your sense of self, decisionmaking skills, emotional regulation, and ability to cope with shock.

Like without the way he was raised, he would simply not be the same person. Chronic childhood trauma becomes your sense of self when you experience it because your sense of self was forming when you were put through all of that. Its baked into your bones and how your brain is wired.

A Sephiroth who was raised in a loving family that wasnt medically violated or stuck in a lab or trained as a child soldier and set loose in war and put up as a carefully cultivated symbol would simply be unrecognizable. He would not act the same, he would not have the same preferences, he would not have the same insecurities or instability. He wouldnt be recognizably Sephiroth- not just because no cat eyes and white hair.

Because to be Sephiroth, he has to be incredibly traumatized by default.

Im not saying that his trauma of all the characters was the Most Awful and therefore he blew up the worst or w/e, but more that this multilayered complex trauma left Sephiroth unable to healthily cope with all the events piled on him during the events of Crisis Core.

I think the factor of how childhood trauma and continued abuse completely shapes how you respond to things as an adult is often lost in the discourse when people try to detangle Sephiroth's actions, so thank you for pointing that out.

Another thing, when talking about how Sephiroth's power is unmatched, is the Jenova cells in him (and how he later became one with Jenova) The only thing that took down Jenova was the Cetra because it/she was that powerful. So while he wasn't destined to break down, you have to admit that something was waiting to happen given what Jenova was.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #discussion

[elsplaything]

touch me\ellie williams

toxic!ellie x fem!reader

ellie cheated on u & this is the breakup sex angst, smut, oral (r!recieving), strap usage (r!recieving), crying (both r! and ellie), ANGST!!!!!!! cheating, etcetc a/n: this is my first fanfic so feeling a lil nervous... hope you enjoy :) (a little death - the neighbourhood inspired this)

you and ellie had been broken up for almost two months. you were the one to do it, as you caught ellie with a girl at a party, whom she said to ‘not to worry about.' her fingers were down that girls throat on that couch and you saw it with your own eyes. she was a fucking liar.

ellie had always been popular with the girls on campus, but you never worried about it because you were hers, as she would say, and she made you believe you were enough. boy was she wrong.

she begged and begged for days after you broke up, so much that eventually you had to block her number. "i messed up so badly baby, please, i cant go on without you." she was helpless, couldn't eat or sleep after you left her. she was a complete mess, dina told you that she couldn't even get out of her bed to shower for two straight weeks. all of her soaps smelled like you, her bedsheets did too, that's why she couldn't leave them.

you loved ellie more than anyone ever could. she was your entire world.. until she wasnt.

all of the trust you had for that woman was shattered.

you jolted out of your thoughts as your apartment door was being slammed on. it was two a.m., you were sitting in one of ellie's old band tees on your bed, just about to fall asleep...

bang bang bang

"fuck.." you muttered as you got up quietly, grabbing your lamp from the side table as a weapon. you had no idea who could be psychotically banging on your door at this hour..

you quickly turned the knob, opening the door and about to swing on the unsuspecting mass murder, but

you're met with ellie. a very disheveled ellie; hair cut in a very messy shag, her sweatshirt hanging off her skinny frame, sweat glistening on her forehead. she was panting like a dog, maybe because she ran all the way here…

"ellie- what the fuck are you doing?!" you dropped the lamp at your surprise, growing angry at her for being here when you specifically told her you never wanted to see her again.

"i-i'm sorry, fuck. can i come in?" her voice was raspy and low, and you noticed how her eyes were sunken in and the color was drained from her face. she looked awful.

against your better judgement, you let her in and sat her down on your couch.

you stood in front of her, making her look up to you. she looked at you with a certain yearning that you've never seen from her before.

your eyebrows quirked up, waiting for ellie to tell you why she was here.

"i cant do this anymore." she said bluntly, eyebrows furrowing as she chewed on her bottom lip as she always did when she was nervous. "i cant live like this, knowing you hate me because of what i did. it's my fault, i know, and i never should've let that girl climb on top of me like that..." she looked down at her hands which were fiddling on her lap.

she took a deep breath, "i just needed to look at you one more time. to hear you one more time…”

your heart pained as you saw your ellie, broken in front of you. she was never like this, always cracking jokes and getting all cheeky around you. she would never show this side to you, even when you asked how she really felt. this felt so surreal, she was actually being honest for once.

tears brimmed her eyes once she finally looked back up to your standing form. "one last time. then i'll leave you alone, i promise."

you brought your hand up to cup her cheek, a tear rolled down her freckled skin as she shut her eyes and leaned into your touch.

"touch me," she whispered, "please."

you knew this would be the last time with ellie. you didn't seem to have enough time, it felt, as you slammed your lips onto hers harshly while pulling her up off the couch. she moaned into your mouth as her hands clung to your hips, pushing you back into your bedroom. she knew your apartment like the back of her hand.

your hands strung into her short hair, pulling at her roots as she pushed you against the wall.

you pulled at her sweatshirt, making her pull her head back and ask "are you sure?" breathlessly. her eyebrows furrowed with worry as she didnt want to do anything for you to regret. you already regretted so much with her..

you nodded and kissed her again, not wanting to think about anything except her lips and the ache between your legs.

she began to take your her shirt off, sighing at your body underneath. god, she loved every curve of your stomach, every mark on your skin. she had your entire body memorized, every soft spot and every tick.

ellie bent and started to kiss down your stomach, not stopping until she got to your inner thighs. she kissed your clothed cunt, earning a whimper from you from above. her favorite fucking sound.

her fingers slowly dragged your panties down to the floor, she kissed all the way back up in an attempt to savor the moment, which was going by way too fast for her liking.

"els.. please-" you whined as you grew impatient, wanting her to satisfy you as she was the only one who knew how.

"right here, baby, im right here." she said, moving her mouth onto your ache. her tongue swirled throughout your folds, finally making its way to your clit. she sucked harshly on the bud, making your hands move to her hair to pull harshly. you knew it always turned her on when you pulled her hair-- she moaned into your pussy at the action.

her entire body was tingling. she needed to be inside you, to feel your inner walls that she loved so much.

your moans grew louder as she worked her tongue into you, and soon enough you both moved to the bed with her on top of you. "god, you're so fucking pretty." she said while looking down at your pretty flushed face.

her hands roamed your body, never getting enough. your eyes brimmed with tears as you recalled your first time with her, she was so nervous. she kept asking 'is this okay?' 'can i touch you here?' 'am i going too hard?'

it was hard to keep your composure as the love of your life was no longer yours.

ellie kissed away your tears as she fucked into you, whispering her sweet nothings like she always did. your face was buried in the crook of her neck as her strap thrusted deep inside; she hit your soft spot with every single thrust every. single. time.

your orgasm was creeping up, and she knew. "not yet baby-- need you to hold on just a little longer." she kissed your head and fucked harder, making you scream out into her shoulder.

"let me see you." she breathed out. you lifted your head from her shoulder, looking up at her with your glassy, red eyes. your lips were red and swollen from the crying, making them perfectly kissable to her. you really were so fucking pretty, even in your fucked-out-crying state. you always looked beautiful under her, she thought.

your eyes clamped shut and your mouth fell open, indicating your release. loud moans and harsh thrusting was all ellie could hear. you yelled out her name in a tone so pornographic that ellie almost came just from your voice.

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckellieohmygodFUCK"

"shh pretty girl. i got you." she calmed you down, stroking your head as she moved you on top of her so she could hold you fully. she was about to pull out, but you whined, "nono, stay inside. please." ellie didnt move an inch. you didnt want her to leave, didnt want to feel that emptiness from before.

her head leaned up against your headboard as she held you, just admiring your sleepy state. she too felt exhausted, for it seemed that she could only get fully rested when you were holding her. she hadnt slept comfortably in more than two months.

she held onto you tightly because she knew this wouldnt last. that, in the morning, she would be gone before you wake up. her girl, fast asleep on her chest, looking so peaceful. she watched your head rise and fall with her chest, and she's never felt more in love with you then in that moment.

god, she fucked up so bad.

#ellie williams #the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fluff #ellie tlou #ellie williams smut #tlou smut #tlou fic #tlou x reader #the last of us x reader #x reader

[ja3minz]

ranking nct dream on who has the best stamina

(aka who’s gonna bust the quickest) — inspired by a thread i saw on twt

7 — renjun

okay this might be a controversial pick but…hear me out. he’s impatient to the core and he can’t control himself when it comes to you. i don’t wanna say you can train him to be better at it but you can lmfao. he makes up for it by a lot of foreplay, probably makes you cum with his fingers or mouth a time or two. but once he’s out, he’s out. like i could see him nutting and then wanting to go right to sleep honestly. he’s like drained, but he kind of loves the feeling it’s why he likes you so much.

6 — jisung

as an (amazing) dancer i know he probably has incredible stamina and has the possibility of being able to go, but c’mon. so sensitive. the feeling of a warm, tight hole pulsating on his dick, your moans, the intimacy of it all. he wouldn’t be able to control himself. but he could definitely go for multiple rounds, because once he’s started he just wants more. i kinda see jisung as the bf that wants to fuck all the time and not in a bad way he’s just so into you.

5 — jeno

i just think he can easily get wrapped up in the moment of it. i just have this image of him (strong boy) having you folded up like a goddamn pretzel and he just loses himself and it’s like he’s a whole different person. eyes rolled, toes curled, hands gripping you tight, he just loses it. he isn’t super quick though, he does last long enough. there’s been a time or two where you didn’t get to cum and he felt awful about it (bc he also tires out quick when he cums) but it’s because he puts so much into it. definitely, like. one of the roughest ones in bed.

4 — mark

okay, it’s kind of a 50/50 shot for mark i think. depending on, like, how much time he has, how tired he is, how horny he is, in the perfect scenario he can go all night but he also can go quickly. i don’t know, i think he’s probably great at quickies. i also get the feeling he doesn’t have to stall for time by pulling out, he can just sit inside of you and pace himself. if that makes any sense.

3 — jaemin

jaem’s best feature is that he’s fantastic at stalling and you almost don’t even realize how long it’s been. like he’ll have you so fucked out with his words and his fingers alone that by the time he gets his dick in you that you’re the one cumming quickly. he also likes to take his time with you, spends a lot of time on foreplay, likes edging you, again he gets you so wound up that he doesn’t even have to fuck you yet.

2 — haechan

also a fantastic staller thanks to that motormouth. he can dirty talk you for hours, intentionally edges you (and himself) to prolong it because he just likes having sex. the atmosphere of it is addicting, he loves being wrapped in you and having you at his mercy (or the other way around). he can go for quite a while honestly and i also think he cums a lot. 🙊 not that that has anything to do with anything but.

1 — chenle

oh you cant tell me this man can’t go hours. chenle the type to fuck you until your brains numb. until your so sore you can’t move. he’s the type to fuck you so good you don’t have to touch yourself for at least a week, you’re keen to just wait for him. also you’re just so sensitive that you need the time to recoup. you could start at 8pm and finish at 3am and im not kidding. you need to have water ready, it’s a marathon. he likes it entirely too much when you’re a puddle of nothing because of him.

#i wrote this buzzed #nct dream smut #nct smut #nct dream imagines #nct imagines #jaemin smut #nct hard hours #jaemin imagines #haechan imagines #haechan smut #chenle imagines #chenle smut #mark lee imagines #mark lee smut #jeno imagines #jeno smut #renjun imagines #renjun smut #park jisung imagines #jisung smut

[binkszamsstuff]

Call me baby

Summary: steve and bucky finally make love to their pretty baby /everyday life with steve and bucky

Warnings: smut, mention of Male anal, p in v threesome, the term love making, reader doesn't like degradation kink. Manipulation!!!

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2 months after you coming home...

Steve walked in your bedroom his hair sticking up in all directions, him and bucky had been working in the office on the contract for the new warehouse they've bought. The two mobsters had been working all day as night set they the frustration and anger about their business turned into angry sex. Bucky had Steve's leaking cum in ass both men hard and needy for you.

Steve and bucky respected that you wanted to wait for them to touch you. The love you shared was innocent and sweet and the idea of sex scared you. You fell fast for them, they're your first ever boyfriends. You wanted to stick to the checks kisses and hugs. They way the two men would degrade eachother in their nightly shower sex made you feel awful. You didnt like the way they would talk to eachother, and you only hope they won't talk to you like that when you do decide to make love with them.

It was only 8 pm when you started to get ready for bed now you slept in the bed all three of you shared laying curled up in a ball. Snuggling buckys pillow while both mobsters watched fully naked like the day they were born. "I need her buck! I cant wait any longer" steve grunted grabbing his leaking member by its shaft, slowly running his hand down and up. Bucky slowly walked over to you sitting on his side of the bed he gently pulled you into his arms and lap.

"Baby love wake up" bucky murmured in your ear, Steve now standing at the end of the bed but now his hrouse cock was red and angry looking begging for his pretty girls attention. "Little baby wake up!" Steve whisper shouted

Your eyes flattered open, sitting up in buckys arms you get a quick glance at steve in all his glory. Your eyes go wide quickly slapping your hands over you eyes you speak "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! Put your pjs on!" Steve and bucky both chuckle. "Baby can we make love too you?" Bucky says in your ear, you freeze panic running through. The thoughts of disappointing them while making love is running fear through you. "N-no thank you" you squeaked out steve sighing "come on pretty baby, we've done so much for you. We just want you to show us how much you love us back" the blonde coos while crawling up the bed. Steve now sits on the bed he slowly grabs your hand bringing it to his shaft. You try and pull away but his grip is too strong.

"Y/n come on! I need you baby please feel how hard bucky and I are for you" your small hand was now tugging Steve's cock up and down. "We just want to you to love us baby" you sat more up quickly "I do love you both very much" you said looking at them in their eyes. "Then why won't you let's make love to you?" Bucky questioned "i-i, well theres two reasons." You said in a small voice no getting shy again. "What are they?" You took a deep breath before you spoke "well e-every night you two love eachother in the shower you talk really mean to eachother, and i-i dont want you to be mean to me." Steve and bucky froze both men liked to be degraded by the another but you they knew you wouldn't like. You where too innocent to understand that the nasty things they said to eachother were not real, that they didnt mean them.

"Oh fuck baby, no we dont mean the things we say to eachother it's a kink we like. We'll be soft with you" you nodded in response "what's the other thing?" Steve asked "i-i never made love. I d-dont know how to do it. What if I'm no good?" You questioned them.

Bucky Softly took your nightgown off "y/n we love you, no Matter if your good at making love or not. And we'll teach you" bucky mumbled into you ear. You now sat naked on buckys lap, two weeks after you came home with them, steve convinced you that sleeping with your underwear on was bad for you so now you just slept bare under you nightgown.

You could feel buckys stiff member under you his hands on your hips as steve brought his lips to your breast. You moaned out their names causing the mobsters to smile "that's it y/n just relax. Your daddies gotcha ya now." Steve spoke his voice low and dominant. Bucky softly made his right hand move towards your core. The brunette slowly sild his middle finger up to you clit, a mess of whimpers escaping your throat.

Bucky swirled your bud with care, the pleasure had you arching into steve. "Fuck! Steve shes wet." Bucky was loving the way you squirmed on his lap just teasing his cock.

"Shes ready now" steve said now unlatched from your tit.

Bucky softly laid you down on the bed, your hair sprayed across the pillows both men stopped to get a good look of you. The moonlight made you skin look like stars and silk. Your doe eyes starting at them with love and need you naked form ready your them to have. The glistening slick on your little shaven pussy made them almost cum at the sight of you.

Steve crawled over you now seated inbetween your legs "its gonna hurt baby okay? But only for a little bit" you watched as steve lined himsled up your weeping hole begging for them. "You'll be sweet?" You asked again fear and anxiety riddled through you. "Of course baby angel" you nodded your eyes filling shut "promise?" You whispered "promise" steve repeated. The blonde was slowly entering you him groaning your name well you gasped eyes squeezed shut.

Bucky was now standing at the end of the bed bent over putting a but plug in his ass, him moaning out in pleasure as steve was now fully seated inside you. "Oh Steve!" You cried when he stared to move his hips. "That's it baby moan stevie's name" bucky grunted out while jerking off with one hand and his other playing with the but plug in his ass.

Steve wrapped his tongue on you nipple kissing up and down your neck and shoulders. His thrusts becoming quicker and harder, hitting your cervix "steve oh steve!!" You crashed your lips into Steve's while wrapping your arms around his neck. "That's it y/n, cum baby cum." With steve husky voice in your ear and the wide lust filled look in his eyes to his messed up hair made you cum liquid squirting out all over his cock and thighs. Bucky moaning and whining as he fucked his hand

"I'm gonna cum in you babycakes" you moaned lounder as steve fucked you through your orgasm his hips working faster chasing his high. "Oh you like that huh? You want to me a mommy? Ya wanna carry my baby? Have my cum in between your legs? Fuck you'd the best mommy to bucky and i's babies" you and bucky moaning loudly at steve dirty talk. Steve's white hot cum shot In you moments later buckys cum was shooting on you tits. Steve and bucky flopped down on the bed pulled to inbetween them sleep crashing down on you "20 minutes baby then it's my turn" bucky whispered in your ear you nodded snuggling into them sleepily mumbling an "I love you bucky and steve" the two men's heart swelled with love.

"We love you too babydoll"

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A/n this was a bit rushed but here's part 2!♡

#stucky #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes #marvel #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshots #steve rogers #steve rogers au #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #dark bucky x you #dark steve rogers #dark marvel #dark!bucky barnes #dark stucky x reader #stucky x y/n #steve x bucky x you #steve x bucky #bucky x you smut #steven grant rogers #steve rogers smut #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes smut #mob!steve #mob!steve x reader #mob!bucky

[saturnxlust]

HEYYY :P ik its been awhile my bad😔

Injured!Proxys+ben x Doctor! Reader

Tim Wright/ Masky

So this man is closed off, all of the proxys are😞

But hes not a idiot, he knows when his body has had enough and when he needs help

The only way you’d be able to help him is if its a severe wound or if your close with him

Im talking at least 2+ years of either dating or being friends..

Lucky you if you’ve made it this long!

Now actually helping him is difficult

Hes stubborn and doesnt like to admit hes in pain so when you stitch his sorry ass up or disinfect it, he winces but swears hes fine

Hes not fine

He also complains the entire time about how he could do it himself

Knowing full well he couldnt he just likes to be a pain in the ass

Brian Thomas/hoodie

Hes more lenient, he’ll let you help him even though we all know this man could do it himself

It wouldnt be good but as long as he isnt bleeding out he doesnt really care

Although hes the more lenient one hes still closed off and it takes atleast a year or more to be able to help him

The first time you actually clean up a wound he falls deeper in love

Its not covered in dried blood or anything!

Hes amazed at how gentle you were and found it cute if you were concerned about him

It gets to the point where he would make small bruises or cuts just to have you put a little bandaid on his finger or put pain cream on his bruise

He would totally make you kiss the bandages after, no matter how big or small😭

He has dinosaur bandaids and unicorn bandaids.

Toby Rogers

Oh boy buckle up

So he cant feel pain

Good luck☺️

He doesnt know hes hurt and most likely you wont either

If you somehow get him to wash his fuckass sweatshirt and seem to see a wound, he too, would be confused and surprised

He would find how concerned you were funny and laugh as you clean him up

If you yelled at him while he laughed he’d tell you to relax and that hes fine

Hes not fine

Like brian he would make small cuts and or bruises to have you patch him up

Back tracking a little, it would take a few months but not because hes closed off

He trusts you completely to not hurt him physically

It was just getting to see him without his sweatshirt on that was difficult

He keeps that thing on all the time no way your getting a peak at his scrawny ass unless you rip that sweatshirt off him or if you get…spicy.. with him..

Eyeless Jack

HAH

Good luck

He went to medical school

This man knows what hes doing

But like the others finds it funny that you want to help him

He doesnt need it but honestly

Hes too smart to get too badly injured, if he does it’s because he went awhile wothout eating and became reckless

I think that if he were to go more then a fee weeks without eating he would get reckless with how he got the kidneys

He wouldnt leave the victims alive and leave them in their bed naked with incisions on their stomach

When that happens he usually comes home with a bruise or scratches from the victims fighting back,

If you’ve gotten to the point that you know about that and accept it, not only will you be helping clean him up

You’d help clean his clothes up

Hes a clean guy dont get me wrong but after eating i think he would just need to sleep

And if your like me theres no way that 7’ tall demon is getting in my bed soaked in blood and possible guts ☺️

Jeffery Hodek

God i wish you luck if your with this man

He will let his wounds get infected for fun and he will enjoy it when you get upset (COUGH COUGH MOUTH CUTS COUGH)

He honestly couldnt care less and again, finds it amusing when you yell at him

Lets be honest his story is written awful so im gonna tweak it a litte

He did not get bleached, there was a explosion and some of his hair burnt off, it has since grown back a little but the burn scars are still there

So if you want to help him clean his mouth he’ll complain and tease you and taunt you but he’ll let you do it

..if you even want to after all that.😒

Benjamin Lawman

So he can’t actually get hurt…i mean unless hes like a zombie but he isnt, this guys a ghost

So i mean, unless he has some power to be human magically theres really nothing that can hurt him

Even you..

But you should find a way to hurt him, whether it be physical or emotional causr hes a jackass

And will make fun of you just to see you cry😒

Either bring up something from his past(he might get a little angry at that🥰) or threaten to throw him into a lake

You can’t actually throw him but..he..doesnt need to know that😇

#creepypasta x reader #tim wright x reader #ben drowned #jeff the killer #brian thomas x reader #eyeless jack #x reader #creepypasta

[zoeyslament]

Stubbornly Sick - Nischa

I KNOW I SAID I WASN’T GONNA DO NISCHA ANYMORE BUT I CANT GET THEM OUT OF MY HEAD SORRY

A oneshot in which Mischa is sick and refuses to admit it. Noel takes matters into his own hands.

Mischa rolled over on his thin-as-paper mattress, feeling his sweat seep into his pillowcase. He groaned, staring at the cement wall beside his lousy excuse for a bed. His whole body felt hot, and not in the way that meant people swoon over you. Beads of sweat rolled down from his hairline, his skin blotchy and red. His stomach growled, but he didn’t even want to get up and eat.

He fished his phone out from the comforter beside him, flipping it over to check the time: 9:30. He’d slept in later than ever, as if his body knew it needed rest. However, it was Sunday, meaning the choir was getting together for their weekly outing. 

Ever since the 6 of them had miraculously survived a roller coaster accident together, Ocean had been taking initiative to get the group together. Some weeks it was shopping and walking around downtown at whatever little shops remained, some weeks it was the mall, but today they’d planned a little hiking expedition. 

Mischa was almost never the biggest fan of these get togethers. First of all, it meant being stuck in the same vicinity as Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg for at least three hours. Secondly, it meant listening to Ocean for at least three hours. And lastly and probably worst, it meant not complaining about the little ginger scumbag for the entire time, or all hell would break loose. 

The real reason Mischa went at all was to spend time with his boyfriend, Noel. The two of them had grown close as they recovered from their accident, and Noel had been there for every step of Mischa’s growing musical career. Most of the time, Noel’s work schedule made it difficult for the boys to spend time together. Taco Bell execs didn’t really take “need time to make out with my boyfriend” as a valid excuse for missing shifts. However, “mandated outdoor socialization” was acceptable, apparently, so choir outings were fair game. 

Mischa ran his hands through his greasy, matted hair, yawning. His eyelids felt like they were made of steel, weighing him down and just wanting to close, keel over, and sleep. Even the way he carried himself, usually with his chest puffed out like a lion on the hunt, was different; slouched over and painful to even move. 

His phone vibrated in the back pocket of his sweatpants, evidence of a text message coming through. 

Noel: babe where r u! u said u would pick me up @ 9:15

He winced. Shit…

Noel set his phone down on his desk, turning back to the mirror to look at his makeup: on point as usual. Slumping back in his chair, he wondered where Mischa was. 

It’s not super unlike him to sleep through his alarm…he can sleep through my snoring after all. Maybe he stayed up late? Which is weird, because usually when he stays up late it’s because he and I are texting or something…Is he ignoring me? Shit, am I gonna have to ask Ocean for a ride? Damn it…

He picked up the phone again and dialed Mischa’s number, and to Noel’s delight and relief, Mischa picked up. 

“Hey babe…You alright?”

Mischa, at that moment, let out just about the loudest cough Noel had ever heard, hacking into the phone. 

“Sorry, I slept through my-” he paused to yawn, “-alarm. I will be there in ten minutes, Poet.” 

Noel’s heart absolutely melted at the sound of his partner’s voice. He sounded hoarse and just all around awful.

“Sweetheart, no offense, but you sound like shit. Are you feeling okay?”

“Fine. Just fine, honey. You wait and I’ll- ACHOO”

The sneeze just about made Noel have a heart attack with the sheer volume of it. He wasn’t so sure he loved the idea of Mischa even leaving the house in this condition, but he also knew how much of a stubborn asshole his boyfriend could be. Talking Mischa into staying home was not going to be easy in the slightest.

“Mischa…are you sure it’s the best idea for you to come get me? I can ask Ocean for a ride if you’re sick, you need rest…” Initially, he was going to scold Mischa, but his ‘loving boyfriend’ mode took over in a heartbeat. “I don’t even have to go today! Just get back to bed, drink lots of-”

“No, no.” Mischa waved him off. “I am going to go get dressed, and then I will come get my special boy, okay? I love you, Noel.”

“I love you too, which is why I want you to-”

He hung up. He fucking hung up. 

This was gonna be a long day.

Mischa had taken driver’s education. He knew that driving while sick could lead to accidents, because being sick made you drowsy, right? But Mischa wasn’t sick, he couldn’t be. Mischa didn’t get sick, at least that’s what he’d gaslit himself into believing. He got into the driver’s seat, rearing on the gas and speeding out of the driveway, almost slamming into his foster parents’ mailbox on his way out. 

Noel’s house wasn’t too far away from his, nowhere in Uranium City was very far away from any other place, to be honest. That was just how small towns worked. He turned onto Noel’s street and pulled up in front of the house. He parked, slightly crooked in the driveway, and trudged to the front step. 

“Noel!” He croaked out, his voice cracking. He rang the doorbell. 

The shorter male opened the door and looked Mischa up and down with a satisfied smirk on his face. “As expected, you look like someone pushed you out of a car window and then ran you over with a pickup truck. Bed, now.” 

“What? No! We have the hike-”

“I already texted Ocean and let her know that you’re sick and thus will not be attending. Now please go lay down, you know where my room is.”

“But…that just means I am going to get you sick! “So what? You’re the love of my life, I think I can handle your cooties.”

For once, it was Noel being the stubborn one. It was clear he wasn’t going to hear another word about it. Mischa allowed himself to be escorted (read: dragged by the collar of his shirt) upstairs to Noel’s bedroom. 

“Get your ass under the covers.” Noel demanded playfully. “Mom’s working another late shift, but I don’t have to work again until Monday afternoon. We could spend all day and night right here if it would make you feel better.” 

Mischa yawned and plopped down on Noel’s bed, having made the decision to be cooperative for once. “And do what? Talk about how shitty I feel? Because I feel like…big…bleh.”

“I know you do, darling.” Noel kissed his boyfriend’s forehead, giggling. “If you would lay down like I told you to and rest up, you might feel a little bit less bleh. Have you eaten today?”

“No.” He admitted. “I was not hungry.”

Noel sighed. “I’ll go get you some toast or something. You really gotta start taking care of yourself when you’re sick.”

“I am not sick.” Mischa protested. “Just a little tired.”

“Either way, you need rest.” Noel pressed his boyfriend down, hand splayed out over his chest. “Lay down, Mischa. Spare me my sanity.”

Mischa rolled his eyes. “I do not need to lay down, poet. Sleep is for the weak.”

“No, dumbfuck, sleep is for the idiot boyfriend who won’t admit that he feels like he was hit point blank with a sack of bricks!”

Mischa pondered Noel’s innate ability to know exactly how he felt, because the sack of bricks thing was fairly accurate. He felt like he was going to topple over onto the floor, but would his cocky ass admit that? When pigs fly.

“Sleep is for the weak.” He repeated instead, sitting back up. If he was going to get in bed he was not going to lay down and he was also going to make it everyone’s problem. 

“Whatever you say, dickwad,” Noel sighed. He was ever so creative with the pet names. “Sit still and don’t, I don’t know, set the house on fire. What do you want to eat?”

“I told you I am not hun—” he started, but he knew there was no winning this argument. “I guess…toast?”

Noel went downstairs and fished a loaf of bread and the toaster out, tossed a slice in, and promised himself he would not scream when the toast popped up. 

He broke the promise.

Anyway, he took out the golden brown bread and slathered it in butter, taking it back upstairs to Mischa. 

In the time it took Noel to make a piece of toast, Mischa had flopped over and fallen asleep. Noel made a soft tsk tsk sound, setting the plate of toast on the nightstand. He gently climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over both Mischa and himself. Rolling onto his side, he came face to face with a peacefully dozing Mischa and a pool of drool already staining the pillow (not that Noel really minded). He brushed Mischa’s chestnut curls out of his eyes, giggling softly.

“Yeah, rest easy, tough guy.” He whispered. “My fucking idiot.” He snuck a quick kiss onto Mischa’s forehead. “I love you.

#rtc #ride the cyclone #newsies #nischa #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #noel x mischa #my writing #oneshots #my oneshots #sickfic #rtc fanfic #rtc fanfiction

[deerlottie]

wait reader dating transfem jackie & cheating on her with transfem shauna (like shauna & jeff) but when the plane crashes, reader finds out she’s pregnant, and doesn’t know whos the baby is— so when jackie reads shauna’s journals it’s broken to the group by jackie (ie. shauna was fucking jeff behind my back / shauna got reader pregnant) the whole cabin is just AWKWARD.

would jackieshauna fight or fall in love? hm

jackieshauna would fall in love i dont see any universe or timeline where they're not together tbh.....but they'd fight AT FIRST!

jackie would be pissed, rightfully so, and ignore you for as long as she could. you feel really bad and ofc jackie isnt there for you so you cuddle with shauna that night and you can Feel jackie's eyes burn into you and you cant even sleep.

feel like she'd start to cave in the more you show...she knows how awful you feel but shes still hurt and jealous :( you'd all have a big talk and sort out ur feelings and jackie confesses she was perhaps jealous of both of you 🙄 lottie would act as maury and try to get you all together before all this happened too LMAO

bonus angst thought: like shauna's, the wilderness baby doesn't make it and i dont even wanna think about how jackie would've felt about it....AND YOU. god, you'd feel so terrible and horrible and avoid them all for weeks. and bonus bonus angst: you die from the grief and stress and jackieshauna make a pact to get married in memory ofyou ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

#jackieshauna thoughts 💭

[eistyping]

yandere!ghost

meeting the victorian ghost who lives in your new home and seems to have a soft spot for you <3

warnings: yandere!character, stalking(?), ghosts/undead, fem!yandere, gn!reader, fear/anxiety, slight insomnia

moving day was tough, no matter where you were moving. but moving to a run down victorian mansion in the middle of nowhere? that was just downright awful.

having already enlisted the help of family members and a moving truck who had all gone home for the day, you were exhausted.

and rightly so, all that work had made your muscles ache and your brain foggy. which is probably why you had this sneaking feeling that someone was watching you, fully knowing there was no one around for miles.

with a sigh, you flop down on the bed in your new room. it was one of the first things you had put together, you prioritize your comfort. it was admirable, really.

all snuggled up in your pajamas, cuddling up in your fresh unpacked covers, you were ready for some sleep. but sleeping's a little hard when you feel like someone's watching your every move.

after at least an hour of tossing and turning, you get up with a sigh, making your way down to the kitchen to pour yourself some water. maybe you we're just dehydrated!

except, that feeling of another presence looming over you never went away. in fact, it followed you like the plague, wouldn't leave you alone. it was enough to leave you shaking in your boots.

safe to say you didn't get any sleep that night.

it went on like this for weeks, long after you were packed and moved in. you could barely sleep for an hour, before waking up to the feeling of someone else in the room, but no matter how hard you looked, no one was ever there.

it all came to a head one day, late into the night. you once again had gone downstairs to grab yourself a glass of water, hoping somehow it would make you more tired, spoiler alert: it never did.

as you we're pouring the water, you felt a presence sneak up behind you. you we're almost so used to it by now, you didn't even mind. you kept about your business, only turning around to lean against the counter while you drink.

that, of course, is when you see a tall ghostly figure looming over you, translucent features encapsulating your own.

frightened, you jump with a yelp, spilling your water all over yourself. a panting, frantic mess, you look up at your new friend with wide, fear-gripped eyes.

"oh, did i startle you darling?" the voice of the figure comes out, smooth and velvety, almost reassuring, "i'm so sorry my love. i would never want to hurt you."

terrified, you try to back up, only to hit the smooth, cold tile of the counter, "w-who are you? what are you doing in my house?" you ask, timidly.

the ghost only laughs, bringing a translucent hand up to cup your cheek, the feeling making you shiver.

"don't worry dear, i'm not going to hurt you," her voice lures you in like a siren song, "no, no, i just wanted to introduce myself to my new housemate."

you're practically shaking with fear at this point, her cold fingers feel like a gentle breeze as they graze along your cheek, "housemate?" you ask with a puzzled expression.

"but of course my dear," she chuckled, her voice booming through the house. she leans in, the air getting colder the closer she gets, "i cant exactly leave, now can i?"

#yandere oc #fem oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x y/n #gn reader #gender neautral reader #ghost oc #ghost oc x reader #victorian ghost #sapphic #wlw #wlw yandere #my writing #fiction

[okthatsgreat]

If the character asks are still going- Ryoma please? :3

@jolliestlolli DOUBLE THE RYOMA HEADCANONS !!!!!!

headcanon a (realistic):

hands are literally always in his pockets. he is constantly wearing leather jackets or hoodies, lots of long sleeves and LOTS of pockets. genuinely kind of unsure what to do with his hands if he's wearing something without them. i like to imagine ryoma hardly ever uses his hands to talk, and he's a very stoic storyteller. maybe the occasional "drag" of his "cigarette" but never many gestures!

such a dry texter. it is soooo hard to keep up a phone conversation with him and he's honestly not even trying to get you to stop talking to him he just texts how he speaks and uses zero punctuation LMAO

headcanon b (may not be realistic but it is hilarious):

you cant jumpscare this guy LMFAO. his classmates try to prank him by scaring him once he turns the corner but he just continues to walk past them like nothing happened. genuinely awful sense of urgency because he just doesn't scare that easily. like he's able to look up at something obviously dangerous and go "oh i should probably start running now" but he doesnt have that same adrenaline that the others have yknow??

postgame is most certainly a huge uphill battle for him in terms of finding hobbies, but i like to think he is definitely still active! he tries getting into some kind of routine which means a lot of morning jogs in areas that aren't super populated lol. when he musters up the energy i reckon he goes marathon running! i also don't think he listens to music lol. i think he just straight up runs

headcanon c (heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends):

i think deep down ryoma is a very scared kid and he definitely knows that about himself. even if he wanted to start having hope again, he is too terrified of having that hope crushed all over again. this is a kid that literally CAN NOT withstand another heartbreak of that magnitude again, and the only way to preserve that is to avoid being happy. i also just think he was an extremely paranoid person during his time running from the mafia, meaning a lot of his old habits have seriously stuck with him. he sleeps with a knife under his pillow, makes sure there's something next to his door and window that will make noise in case somebody enters during the night, etc.

postgame ryoma is extremely dehydrated like that guy does not drink water. can not get over the feeling of water in his lungs and always looks like he's taking a shot of the worlds hardest liquor whenever he does take a drink of something. he has GOD awful headaches because of this

headcanon d (unrealistic, but i will disregard canon about it):

not a technology guy but extremely good at candy crush for some reason. the only time anybody ever sees him on his phone is when he is playing that game it's kind of ridiculous

his resume is INSANE he's pulled SO many odd jobs out of his ass while he was on the run trying to make money. one of his classmates is like "hey does anybody know if i should get this tooth checked out" and ryomas like "let me check i was a dentals assistant for two weeks" and the classmates like "?????HUH??????". he isn't one to share about his past in great detail AT ALL but sometimes he just randomly drops a piece of lore about him out of the blue that makes you rethink everything

headcanon ask game!!!

#ask lee #jolliestlolli #uninvited-eon #ask game #ryoma hoshi

[starpirateee]

Richie's movie

@lautski-week day 3 - movie

Warnings: none / read on AO3 here

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Richie's movie came out on Sunday. Pete didn't know what it was actually called, but he knew that Richie was really excited about it. Originally, Pete thought it was his attempt to finally step away from the anime scene, but when he asked about it, Richie had launched into a small ramble about the source material, which just so happened to be one of his favourite light novels.

Pete hadn't been all that interested in watching it originally. But Richie wasn't actually here anymore to watch it for himself.

Maybe he owed it to him to try.

But, there was no way he was going alone.

It was late at night on a Friday when he decided that he owed it to Richie to watch this movie, and the thought had consumed him. He couldn't sleep.

Briefly, he thought about texting Ruth. She would like something like that, wouldn't she?

But he couldn't even do that, could he?

Really, there was only one option, wasn't there?

Pete:

Hey, I cant sleep. You still awake?

He stared at the empty text box for what felt like ages, and then finally, he got a reply:

Steph:

im still up sure, something wrong?

Pete:

Not really. Just thinking

Steph:

thats not good at 1am

whats wrong?

Pete:

That movie that Richie wanted to see came out

Pete: 

And I kinda want to watch it in his honour, y'know?

It sounded stupid, didn't it? He wasn't even interested in the movie itself, he just wanted to feel less alone in this crazy world. He turned over, throwing the sheets over his head. 

Pete:

Sorry. I know how stupid that sounds

Steph:

not at all! you wanna go to the movies for richie?

Pete:

I guess... You wanna come with?

Steph:

sure, sounds fun :)

Steph:

is tomorrow good? i can probably see you there if youve got a time

Pete:

Tomorrow's fine

I can get there maybe after lunch? 2 ish?

Steph:

see you there, pete <3

Even after confirming the date with Steph, and feeling a little more at ease with himself, sleep still didn't come easy to him. He spent ages scribbling in his phone's notes, random ideas that my or may not turn into something some day...

Eventually, the tiredness he felt caught up to him, and he drifted off, thinking about Richie and hoping that there was another side where he was having the time of his life. After everything, that was the least he deserved. 

The next day, the tired sensation was promptly replaced with a deep pit of nervousness, and he couldn't source where it had come from. More likely than not, it was down to the constant stream of thoughts that had all surrounded Richie. This was his day, really, and Pete knew he was going to think of that no matter what else happened. 

Steph had been kind enough to offer to keep him company for the day, but by the time she'd agreed to that, it was close to 1:30 in the morning. Was she still going to show face? Would she even remember?

He had a text. He'd been so caught up in his own rampant thoughts that he hadn't even realised.

Steph:

still up for today?

Once he'd read it and really got into his head that yes, she did want to come, his heart fluttered with relief. 

Pete:

Yeah, I'm still gonna be there

Steph:

okay

dont worry about it, its gonna be okay

Pete:

Thanks, Steph :)

Pete sighed. She said it was going to be okay, but was it? Was it really? The two of them had collectively lost more in the last few weeks more than anyone could comprehend in a few years. With the weight of the world quite literally on their shoulders, who was really left but each other? 

That didn't do an awful lot to lessen his nerves, but it did make counting down the remaining hours a bit easier. Slow as it was, that time did pass, and he set on his headphones to start the walk down. He knew he'd invested in such large ones for a reason... At least that way he could look like he was trying to block out the world.

Steph was already there when he arrived, and waved him over. He braced himself for something he didn't even know, and noticed how much less tense he felt, just by seeing her there.

"Hey, Steph..." He removed his headphones with one hand and managed the most sincere smile he could.

She took his free hand and returned the favour by shooting him a smile that seemed totally reassuring. "How are you?"

"Honestly, I kinda feel sick. No idea why, I've just been dreading the hell out of this since I gave myself the idea.." He knew why he felt like shit, if he was really honest. It was his own fault. A constant stream of thoughts that he thought he could solve by airing out his panic in the shower? That was ridiculous, and he knew it.

Her brow creased. "Why?"

"I don't know! I mean, it's got nothing to do with you, you're great! I love-" he hesitated so subtly that Steph almost didn't notice. "Hanging out with you... I just- I guess it's cos this was supposed to be Richie's movie..."

"Hey, I get it. We don't have to do this if you don't want to..."

"This is for him. I wanna do this... For him."

Steph nodded. "Alright. Which one is it?"

The two of them looked up at the board, and Pete tried to figure out which was the right movie. There were a lot of titles he recognised, and then...

"That one. I remember the name of the book Richie told me about."

"Absolutely no offense to the guy, but that looks like it's gonna be cheesy as shit."

Pete couldn't help but laugh at that. She was right, in all fairness, it did look like it was going to be quite the movie.

#lautski week #stephanie lauter #peter spankoffski #starkid #void offering #i am just incapable of lighthearted things arent i #oh well :)