#right this second or i'll explode. i'm so tired of my thoughts.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Apple Seed 14: Almost There

13 Hours Into Labor

Charlie: (breathing heavily) Oh, sshhhhhhhhit!!! Contractions are getting worse! Where's that midwife????

Vaggie: She's on her way, babe. (under her breath) Or at least she better be. Your dad was supposed to call her hours ago.

Charlie: (groans into a cry of pain as another contraction hits and she crushes Vaggie's hand) Gah! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

Vaggie: Hang on, babe. Just hang on. I'm going to be right back.

Charlie: (nods as sweat beads up on her head) Please, hurry back.

Vaggie: I'll be back before you know it. (kisses Charlie's hand and rushes to the door before nearly ripping it off its hinges) Lucifer! Where the fuck is that midwife?!

Lucifer: (eyes nearly pop out of his head) I FORGOT TO CALL SLOTH!!!

Vaggie: ¡Estúpido hijo de puta! You had one fucking job!

Lucifer: (fumbles his phone) I got it! I can fix this!

Lilith: (storms up to Vaggie, trying to get into the room)

Vaggie: (blocks the door) Uh, excuse you? Who the fuck do you think you are?

Lilith: I am that girl's mother. Who are you?

Vaggie: I'm her fucking WIFE, bitch! You're not going in there after being gone for several fucking years! You can wait out here!

Lilith: (shocked Pikachu face)

Lucifer: I made a call! She'll be here in a few minutes!

Vaggie: Good! Alastor, do something productive and get a container of cold water to help cool Charlie down!

-Hotel Door Practically Explodes Open-

Vaggie: What the fuck?! (looks over the railing) CARMINE?!?!

Carmilla: (struts in and up the stairs) Stop shouting, girl. Why are you surprised? Your father-in-law called me.

Vaggie: (glares at Lucifer)

Lucifer: (checks his call history) Oh.... I did.... shit..... I thought that was Sloth.... I'm TIRED, okay?!?!

Rosie: (tip-taps in) Hello, everyone!

Vaggie: ROSIE!!!!! Lucifer! Did you call her, too?!?!

Alastor: (holding a bucket of water) No, that was me. (tries to go into the room)

Lucifer: WHOA!!!! (blocks the door) What the FUCK do you think you're doing?

Alastor: I'm bringing Charlie her cold water. I think if anyone should be going into a blood bath, the prior serial killer overlord and father figure should be the one to do it.

Lucifer: YOU aren't going ANYWHERE near MY baby girl when she's at her most vulnerable!!!

Alastor: Hmmm.... (shadow phases along the floor and into the room)

Lucifer: SON OF A BITCH!!!!

Alastor: Charlie, dear! I've brought you some co- (sees Charlie laying on top of a mound of linens and towels with her legs hiked up, knees bent, and her lower half on full, bloody display)

Charlie: (panting, looks to the door, and her demonic features spring to attention) ALASTOR?!?!?! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!

Alastor: (faints and falls backwards out the door)

Lucifer: HA!!! TAKE THAT, ASSHOLE!!!

Rosie: Oh, my stars! Alastor! (drags Alastor out of the room and sets him up to recover on the floor, fanning his face with a kerchief) Alastor, Alastor, wake up. Deep breaths, dear.

Angel: Ha! Smiles is so pussy averted that even when he spots one in labor he can't stomach it.

Carmilla: ....... (steps over Alastor's body and walks calmly to the bedroom) How far apart are the Princess's contractions?

Vaggie: They're coming about every five or six minutes and last about fifty seconds each. (follows Carmilla into the room) Do we need to worry about pushing yet?

Charlie: (gets wracked with another contraction and growls demonically into an ear splitting shriek) VAAGGGGIIIIIEEEE!!!!!

Carmilla: I believe that should answer your question.

#hazbin hotel #Apple Seed #part 14 #apple seed au #pregnant charlie #labor #chaggie #charlie #vaggie #alastor #lucifer #lilith #carmilla #angel dust #rosie #we're almost there! #Alastor is VERY AroAce #chaos ensues #demon charlie #all the moms are here

[martsonmars]

desperately trying not to have a panic attack about university hehehe

#literally the only thing i'm supposed to do is study #am i doing it? nope of course. i have less than a month left to take exams and i should take at least 2 but i haven't opened a book in more #than a month and the thought fills me with dread and i literally physically cannot do it #it's possible that going back to my uni flat would help (it would be a change in scenery for sure) but on wednesday it will be a year since #my father died and there's this fucking church thing and my mother won't force me to stay but i really should. shouldn't i? #after all it's already saturday and i've already wasted 40 days. what's half a week more? #i keep staring at the list of exams and i know that if i spent every waking second studying i could get back on track and graduate when i'm #supposed to graduate but 1. it's not healthy and 2. my brain refuses to study for ONE exam let alone 14 so it's unrealistic #and at this point i should just accept that i'm going to graduate one year late and one year after all my friends because last year i did #absolutely nothing. and last autumn started out great. i moved. i was organised. and then the first week of october my mother was at the #hospital and i had to go home for a week and somehow i let that week screw up my entire semester #and now i'm panicking because i have only 18 days before the exam i'm supposed to take and it doesn't feel enough for everything i have to #study but it's not going to get better if i just let all the days pass without doing anything but i can't i can't i can't #so yeah i should be kind to myself and accept i'll need one additional year for all the exams and take it slowly which is the only way to #actually get things done. but i don't want to. i don't want to tell my mother that i failed at the one thing i'm supposed to be doing #but i really really can't it's hard and i'm failing and my head is screaming that i don't deserve hobbies and yet i keep wasting my days #it's one am and i should either sleep or relax because it's not like i can do anything now and yet i feel like i need to fix my entire life #right this second or i'll explode. i'm so tired of my thoughts. #please ignore all this ^ because i know most of it is irrational or whatever and i DON'T WANT to hear rational things #if you've read until here and really want to say something just tell me that right now i'm allowed to relax #any other comment would make me feel worse #💖💖💖 #**one month left to take exams this semester not forever hahaha but then i'd be supposed to take all the remaining exams in the summer #and i can't possibly take 14 exams between now and july which is why i'm panicking (there are other logistically confusing things in what i #said but i wanted to clear this one up at least lmao) (i'm already feeling vaguely better can't you see?)

[thegreatestsandwich]

Xavier: I'm TRYING okay? fuck my feelings, it's fucked but one thing that I'll always be sure about is my love for you. I fucking love you and i don't fucking know how to act around you. Okay? I--" and then you kissed him to shut him up. AIGHRIGFHERIGHQERG

Kissin’ in the rain (Xavier Thorpe x f!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x f!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Nobody knew what you were and there was a breaking point where Xavier just exploded and demanded you to tell him what was happening

Warning: Angst and Fluffiness

A/N: We’re almost finish with all the requests!

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

Everyone began noticing there’s something going on between Xavier and you, specially after your failed date on the fair. At first, there’re were murmurs around you, not so kind ones until Xavier force them to shut up, giving you a nod after almost hitting one of the mermaids that was taunting you.

He didn’t talked to you on classes and neither you tired to get closer to him. Yet, both of you began noticing the other more. Xavier’s eyes always drifted to you when you entered a room, when you sat quietly and lonely on the other side of the cafeteria, when you stayed as far as you could from the others when Principal Weems made the announcements.

You began noticing a few things on your own, how he often had smudges of paint or charcoal on his hands and sometimes on his face. How he often covered his mouth when he take a huge bite of something, how he always sat with the same people at lunch, how he tried his hardest to ignore Bianca’s attempt to have a conversation.

But still, neither of you acted out on your discoveries, until that one time after lunch.

Some people thought it would be funny to take away your gloves, so with the help Vinny’s telekinesis, they managed to take your gloves away and put them as higher as they could on a tree. You were at this point hyperventilating outside under the rain, trying to grabbed them before class started.

Everyone was watching you struggle from the windows, a few of them giggling at your attempts but the others just ignored the childish prank.

Xavier entered the classroom and put his backpack on his desk, noticing how there was a multitude of people watching the window with amusement. “What’s going on?” He asked Ajax, who was recoding something on this phone.

“Vinny, Jax and Penelope pranked (L/N), they managed to take her gloves from here! That’s having balls dude.” Ajax laughed, making a close up to your distressed face. Xavier stared at it for a second before leaving the classroom.

“Xavier?” Bianca intercepted him on the corridor, her hand grabbing his arm to stop him. “What are you doing? Class is going to start soon.” She tried to turn him around but he shook her off.

“I have something to do.” He drily told her, trying to pass her but she blocked his path. “Bianca, move, I don’t have the patience to do this.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and arched a brow. “And what could be more important?”

Before Xavier could answer, a happy Enid and a following Wednesday stood at their side. “Don’t you hate rain? Ugh, it always get’s my hair all frizzy.” Enid complained.

“I quite enjoy this day.” Wednesday stated, her hands carrying her bag on the front, her face as emotionless as always. “Class is about to start Bianca unless you finally accepted you will not accomplish anything if you stay there.”

“Rude.” Bianca told her, finally taking her attention from Xavier, but still not getting out of his way. “I’m here simply reminding Xavier to enter the classroom.” She smiled, “Isn’t that right?”

Xavier didn’t answer, looking at the door that would take him to outside. Wednesday noticed.

“I didn’t know you enjoy portraying the maternal role, quite painful to watch.” Wednesday nudge Enid with her elbow.

“Ouch Wednesday! That hurt!” Enid complained but Wednesday only glared at her, she sighed, linking her arm with Bianca. “C’mon, they want to talk about death or something creepy, I still don’t know how you enjoy those things Wednesday.” Enid dragged a complaining Bianca away.

“Thanks.” Xavier murmured, beginning to walk away, only to be stopped by Wednesday. “Don’t have time for this Wednesday.”

“If you are planning to be a creepy hero, at least take an umbrella.” She pushed one hard enough on his chest before walking away.

He stared at it for a moment before finally going outside. He opened the umbrella and walked towards you, who now was sitting under the three accepting the rain. “Hey.” He gently greeted you.

“Please,” You whispered completely broken. “Just go away, please.”

He watched how you hugged your knees closer to your body before he knelt in front, he quietly offered you the umbrella and you stared at it for a moment. “It won’t bite.” He whispered.

“I don’t want to touch you.” You whispered back. “Just leave Xavier, the damage is already done, they are completely destroyed.”

Xavier couldn’t help but sigh, offering once again the umbrella for you to take, you slowly took it, trying so hard to not touch him, once you had it in your hands, he quickly search in his pockets for something, once his fingers felt the plastic material he took it out, a tiny packet of gloves, he offered them.

“Bought them the other day for one of my paintings, they are new.” He told you gently, “Take them.”

“Xavier.” You began.

“Just take them (Y/N).” He placed them on your knees, “It’s not the best material but it’ll do the work.”

You quickly open the packet, letting go of the umbrella but Xavier managed to grab it, you put them on and you felt somehow safe. You stood up and offered a small thank you.

“That’s it?” He called you out. “Just a thank you and you leave?”

“What do you want me to say?” You turned around, distressed. “Just accept it!”

“Accept it.” He huffed a laugh, looking at you in disbelief. “Just accept it?”

“I don’t know what more do you want me to do Xavier.” You brushed away the wet hair from your face. “I can’t touch you or hug you, so what do you want?”

“I’m trying to be nice here (Y/N).” He grunted, taking a step closer to you. “I could just let you out here on your own.”

“Then you should have!” You tried to turn around but he didn’t let you, grabbing the back of your jacket, turning you around. “What do you want from me? You did a good thing, now you are the hero, congratulations.”

He closed his eyes. “I’m trying, okey?” He paused, trying so hard to not lose his cool. “I’m trying! Fuck you, you hear me? Fuck you and fuck my feelings” You stared at him. “It’s fucked up, y’know? Last month I hated you, I hated you so much that I wanted you out of here because your whole presence bothered me!”

“What…?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I can’t get you out of my head you hear me?” He grabbed your shoulders and you tensed, “I don’t fucking know how to act around you, okey? I–“

“You what?” You whispered.

“I don’t know what to do…”

“You’ve done enough.” You gently took a step inside of the umbrella, carefully to not touch him. “You’ve done more than enough, you’ve been kinder than anyone in this school.”

“But that’s not enough.” He whispered. “I don’t want to just be kind, I-I want to hold your hand even if I need to put on gloves, I want to hug you and I don’t care if I have to layer up a thousand of clothes to do so, I want to paint you, eat the weird lunches they serve in the cafeteria, I want to do those things with you.”

He quickly searched his pocket once again and took out another packet of gloves, with so much effort (because they got wet) he managed to put them on, offering you his hand. You stared at it for a few seconds. “C’mon.” He whispered.

You took it and he intertwined your fingers together.

#xavier thorpe oneshot #xavier thorpe blurb #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe angst #wednesday adams imagine #wednesday adams fic #wednesday netflix #xavier thorpe wednesday #xavier thorpe

[thebearer]

hi!! i love your blog!!

i’m on my second year of law in a university that’s far from the city i used to live in with my family, so i live alone and have to cook for myself (which i hate), so i was wondering if you could write a blurb about carmy being in a relationship with a younger reader, she’s still a student and she’s away from her home, so he takes care of her and makes her a homemade meal when she’s feeling a bit lonely?

sorry if this is too long.

this is so sweet omg. i'm self reflecting on this and having him make something my mom always made me as a kid, so insert it with whatever your comfort dish is if you'd like.

"Hey," Carmen turned from the stove, brows furrowing at you lightly. The droop of your shoulders, eyes dull and tired.

"Hi," You hum, slinging your backpack into the chair in the kitchen.

"Have a good day?" Carmen hesitated, pressing the spatula on the pan.

"Long day." You mutter, dropping into the open seat, kicking off your shoes under the table. "I'm starving. My head is pounding. I think if I read another word ever again my head might explode."

"'m sorry." Carmen hummed sympathetically. "Need medicine?"

"No, I took some. I think I'm just hungry now." You sigh, rubbing your temple. "What're you makin'?"

"I, uh, I thought you'd want somethin' kinda... I don't know. I-I was talking with Syd and Marcus, and I told 'em about that thing your mom used to make. Marcus went fuckin' crazy over it, said his mom used to make it too." Carmen's voice dropped into something calm. Something content that soothed you.

"A fluffernutter?" You grin, eyes lighting up. "No you didn't..."

Carmen smiled proudly, tipping the pan towards you so you could see. "Marcus gave me some tips. Told me how to make it and all that." He shrugged lightly.

Your face contorted into something Carmen couldn't read, lip wobbling lightly. His mind raced, heart lurching. "Hope that's alright. I-I just thought, uh, that you... I can make somethin' else."

"No." You shook your head, padding over to him, arms wrapped around his waist. "No, this is... perfect, Carm. Thank you." You whisper. You cup his jaw, pulling him in for a sweet kiss, hand sliding through his hair.

Carmen's heart swelled, beaming with pride that he tried to hide with a boyish smile when he pulled apart. "'s nothin'. Here, I'll bring it to you. You want chips or somethin' with it?"

You sat, letting Carmen fuss over you- like how he loved to. Loved doting on you in the kitchen, waiting on you carefully. He sat across from you, knees turned to you, watching you.

"You know I hate it when you watch me eat." You glare at him, picking up the sliced sandwich. It smelled just like you remembered, like how your mom used to make it.

"Sorry." Carmen blushed. "Just... Wanna see if I did it right."

You rolled your eyes lightly, lifting a hand over your mouth to block his view playfully before taking a bite. You moaned, chewing slowly and nodding.

"Good?" Carmen's eyes lit up.

"So good." You nod. "The best, holy shit. Don't tell my mom."

Carmen laughs, lifting his own sandwich and taking a bite. "Is pretty good." He nods. "See why you and Marcus love it."

#thebearer #thebearerblurbs #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto #the bear #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmen berzatto x you #marcus brooks #carmy berzatto fluff

[mawofthemagnetar]

So that plane crash then

I'm sorry if there was additional cutscene I was missing, but I have this problem where I can't watch streams for very long unless I really, REALLY want to, so I wasn't able to watch more than just the crash and a few minutes of aypierre's stream.

Before we proceed: I know nothing about the QSMP, I was just told "oh hey there was a plane crash" and I was like "oh? tell me more" and dove in to investigate. I am DEFINITELY going to be missing a ton of lore for this- I'm sorry, but, again, streams really don't agree with my brain. I will avoid speculating on anything and just give my honest thoughts on the lovely cutscene that played.

On the topic of the cutscene: it was beautifully done! no hate to the animators, I really, really loved it. They did a great job.

now with that...

SPOILERS for the QSMP under the cut! As well as. Cluelessness.

Right. First thing:

MODERN TWIN-ENGINE AIRCRAFT ARE DESIGNED TO BE FLYABLE WITH ONLY ONE ENGINE.

I had to get that out of the way early. What we're shown is a chicken in the sky, which lays an egg that gets sucked into one of the jet engines, damaging it and causing it to flame out.

Uh.

Okay?

So the thing is- again- modern jet engines are actually- designed for that? They're designed to withstand specifically what was shown- Bird strikes are common, and during testing, they have to be able to ingest a frozen chicken (this information may be slightly out of date) and, if not FUNCTION, then at least not. Explode?

So, alright, right off the bat, the engine on the QSMP flight is. Definitely not FAA approved!

It...should not have done that!

But alright, it's minecraft, let's let that slide.

What happens next is- baffling to me. The plane- which appears to still have lift, and critically, the use of one entire engine- then- rolls over and goes into a sharp dive?

Huh????

That doesn't make. Any sense?

Unless the engine exploding severed the flight controls or something, that flight pattern makes. no sense. it. Like that almost looked like a deliberate input from the pilots, there.

Okay and then, the plane's trajectory towards the ground is a classic nosedive, with no attempt by the pilots to pull up at all. Then, the next we see, our new friends are crashed on the island with the Nausea status effect, and I had to stop watching due to the aforementioned Streams Not Agreeing With My Brain Thing

I-?

Okay. So from this we can conclude that either the pilots were able to pull up into a fairly shallow dive at the last second, OR the French streamers are all demigods.

Either works. It's minecraft.

Anyway. I hope you enjoyed these. Disjointed rambling thoughts. It's late and i'm tired, but if I was a lorehound, this would be making me have many questions. This seems...weird, and fishy, and I hope to god it's deliberate, because that'd be super, SUPER cool.

Right, sorry for wading in when I have no idea what's happening! I'll go back to my little corner now.

I hope you...enjoyed?

#PLEASE NOTE I AM NOT AN EXPERT IN ANY OF THIS #I AM A TIRED GUY ON THE INTERNET

[munsonsreputation]

hi kay! how are you, my love?

you got me thinking a lot about taylor swift songs that give steve harrington vibes! (like 80% of the time i'm thinking about it, and 20% of the time i'm waiting for someone to mention taylor to start thinking about it again). well, this one is not happy, but have you ever thought of the last time? he's at her front door, lots of angst, and lots of heartbreak.

(i promise i'll think of something happy)

effie, this request literally BROKE ME...this is such a Steve song and imo the most underrated song on Red TV. Please, please, please, slide into my inbox so we can discuss which taylor songs are steve vibes!!!

anyways, I really hope you like this...thank you for this incredibly heart wrenching ask 😭💘

Steve didn’t know how he got here, right in front of your doorstep, but somehow the roads always led him here. 

To you. 

He tried to forget you, exactly how you told him to, time and time again, but he just couldn’t. His heart couldn’t let you go, no matter how hard he tried. No matter how many other dates he went on. No matter how many meaningless conversations he had with strangers. No matter how many people he kissed. 

He always wanted you. 

It wasn’t that Steve didn’t love you, because he did. He was madly and irrevocably in love with you. But he was also stupid. He said things he didn’t mean. He made you cry a countless amount of times. And he broke your heart over and over again with no remorse. 

He didn’t deserve you. 

But still he knocked. 

You stared down the hallway, chest rising deeply as you knew exactly who it was on the other side. He always had a habit of showing up at ridiculous hours of the night. Hours that you were awake, and he knew that. For a second you contemplated ignoring him, walking towards your bedroom and tucking yourself into bed in hopes of never seeing him again. 

But you didn’t do that. 

The doorknob turned and there he was. Hands in his pockets, a deep breath leaving his mouth, and a tight-lipped smile on his face. 

“Sorry, if I woke you.” 

Sorry, Sorry, Sorry…always fucking sorry. 

You didn’t bother explaining why you were still up, just moving aside to let him in and he did so casually. Walking past you, then stepping into the middle of your living room, watching you lock and latch the door shut. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Your voice was filled with exhaustion and you sure as hell looked like it, too. Dark circles under your eyes, baggy clothing practically flooding your body, and eyes that didn’t even dare to meet his. 

He remained there, stuttering over his thoughts as he tried to come up with a plausible answer, “I-I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” 

You couldn’t help the breath of air that pushed strongly out your nose and the dreadful grunt that followed it. He couldn’t possibly be trying to make that his excuse, was he? 

“Am I ok? Let me think, Steve?” You paused, eyes darting up to the ceiling before finally glaring at him. 

“I’m not ok and you know that.” 

He wasn’t a stranger to this type of behavior coming from you, and he knew he deserved it. It was just surprising to see you show it so early in the conversation. Usually you’d put up a front before exploding, but tonight was different. 

Steve gulped, removing his hands from their confines and tangling them nervously together in front of him. 

“I know, and I’m sorry—“ 

“Sorry?” Your voice snapped, causing his eyes to widen slightly as you stalked towards him closer, finger pointed to him like a weapon. 

You were angry. 

You were sad. 

You were tired. 

And you were done with Steve Harrington. 

“Do you understand how much pain you’ve caused me?” 

He didn’t have the guts to look you in the eyes now, turning his head to the coffee table to the left of him in hopes of avoiding you, but your words didn’t stop. 

“Do you know what it’s like to have your heart broken by the same person over and over again in a blink of an eye? Oh, wait, you don’t because you’re the one doing it to me.” 

Steve closed his eyes, shaking his head, “That’s not my intention and you know that—“ 

“No!” Turning your back to him as you trudged away, fingers tugging at your roots with how stupid he was trying to tell you you were wrong

He followed you, stupidly, and planted his hands on your shoulder, attempting to turn you to face him once again. 

“Get off me!” You growled, slapping his hand away roughly, he almost looked offended. 

“What’s gotten into you?” He ordered, hands resting on his hips, looking at you with that fucking face that made you so angry you wanted to slap him, but you couldn’t and you wouldn’t let him do this to you. 

“Tell me, what’s your intention, Steven? Show up at my doorstep when the girl you went on a date with wasn’t interesting enough for you? When you realize that I’m who you want? How many times have we been over this, Steve?” 

You were right and he couldn’t even answer it. Just staring at you, looking at you as if you were insane. 

“I’m done, Steve.” You spoke tiredly, stepping away from him, heading for your bedroom. 

Opening drawers and pulling out all his belongings he had left behind after every night he stayed and he watched you do it, not even trying to stop you. 

“I’m done being the doormat that you walk all over and use. I’m done being your emotional support. I’m done talking you through bad dates, all while I’m the one in love with you. I’m done waiting for you to wake up and realize that I loved you.” 

His shirts and pullovers thrusted into his chest as he spoke desperately. 

“I love you—“ 

“No, you don’t!” You began to cry, frustrated at the fact that he wasn’t getting it through his thick skull and so you had to walk away from him again. Back down the hall to where it began, with him trailing behind you. 

“You love that I’m a convenient person to have around for you to use when you need me. But you don’t love me.” 

His brows furrowed, forehead pushed up like he was forgetting his memory all of a sudden. “That’s not true.” 

You laughed up at the ceiling, fingers harshly wiping the tears off your cheeks as your mind began to reply to multiple nights you’d find yourself crying over Steve, then the next kissing him to make yourself feel better. 

“Nancy? Heather? Rebecca? Shauna? Brooke? Steve, you went on dates with all of those girls even though you told me you loved me and that I was the only person you wanted to be with. Yet you never made me your girlfriend. You never even tried. You used me and I was too dumb to realize it.” 

Steve knew you were right. You saw right through him and you probably even knew deep down in your heart that he had just arrived from another horrible date, hoping to find comfort with you. 

“You know how excruciating it is to watch you leave and then come back like everything is fine? Do you know what that does to a person who truly believe that you’re the only one for them yet you treat me like this?” 

Your chin was shaking as you spoke, trying to get it in his head the damage he had done. That he had been the person who broke you, never imagining he was capable of such an act.

He tried to explain himself, yet he didn’t know how to. He was never good at emotions. 

“I—It’s not like that, it’s just that….I’m scared of hurting you and—“ 

You couldn’t help but clap, taking him aback by his revelation as you stood there sobbing with a look of disappointment coating your face along with the salty tears he wanted to reach over and brush away. 

“Congratulations, Steve. You outdid yourself, really. You’ve done more than hurt me. You’ve humiliated me. Made me feel like I’m not ever going to be worthy of a real relationship. And most of all, you’ve made me hate you.” 

You never thought you could hate Steve. You loved him since the first kiss you two shared years ago, yet you also felt nothing inside. Now numb to all feelings after realizing that Steve would never commit to you or even had the intention of being together ever. He only saw you as a person he was able to fall back on because you cared so much about him. That was enough for you to know that you could no longer love him. That erasing him from your life would be better than the hookups and rebounds because it meant finally getting the peace back in your life. 

His eyes began to cloud with tears, looking at you stare at him with no emotion.

No love.

No lust.

No happiness.

No joy. 

Nothing. 

He had lost you, for real this time. 

“I don’t ever want to see you again,” voice cracking, finally turning away from him and walking towards the front door, opening it wide. 

Part of Steve wanted to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. To finally tell you, he would change. That it would just be you and him against the world like that would make everything better and the past be forgotten.

But it wouldn’t. 

You couldn’t even look at him without feeling nauseated. Knowing you had let him in time in time again being so foolish to think that the morning after he would wake up and say he wanted to be with you forever.

But that was never going to happen again. 

So Steve nodded defeatedly, footsteps heavy against the floors as he went out and only looked back to say, “sorry,” hoping that would change your mind. 

But it didn’t. 

You closed the door and never looked back. 

That was the last time. 

#MunsonsReputation #Steve Harrington angst #steve harrington imagine #steve stranger things #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things angst #taylor swift x stranger things

[vickyyoon]

Your boy

A/n: This is my first Tumblr fanfic and since I'm new here please don't mind the mistakes. Hope yall enjoy

Genre : Angst ( fluff in the end)

Paring : keeho x fem!reader

Synopsis : you two were struggling to keep your relationship together and end up parting ways.

Warnings : second chapter coming soon

It was pouring. You were having a terrible day. The worst day of your life too maybe. You arrived late at work because of an argument with your boyfriend keeho and your classes were also hampered. Your boss yelled at you for being irresponsible and lazy.

You were definitely exhausted. Your body ached everywhere. You were so busy, you didn't even notice the time right now. It was night and heavy rain drenched you head to toe. Yoh felt like screaming and crying. You didn't even have an umbrella with you.

Worse to say, your bus got delayed because of the rain. What were you going to do now? You walked back home ofcourse.

The door was opened by your livid boyfriend. He didn't look like he was in a good mood aswell. " Ready to take it all out on me?" you entered opening your shoes.

" What's your excuse this time? It's like the only time I get to have with you! I'll be gone again. It's not like I don't have a job Y/n" he said as you entered the shower without hearing a single word.

You couldn't care any less now. You were about to explode. You freshen up and sat down to eat with keeho.

But the dinner was silent. "what?" you poke him wanting to know if he's still mad at you.

" if it's about what I said in the morning, then I'm sincerely sorry for that. Its been rough on me too. You have to understand"

You two were arguing about keeho not having enough time to give you and now it was you not having time for him.

" I've had the worst day today. You dint even know! You can't be mad at me, Stephen!" you try to plead

" How's it may fault for your day? You can't take your anger out on people Y/n!" he said sternly

" that's true but today I was late to class because of this stupid argument and got yelled at by my professor. My boss almost fired me and asked me to take extra shifts. My bus got delayed! I was soaked in the rain Stephen! You don't go through all that, do you? Don't you ever ask me how's my day? " you said trying to make him look at you.

" No but I know that you'll always have an excuse for everything." he said.

You roll your eyes. Obviously your relationship with him hasn't been the same ever since university and both of your jobs. Seems like the world refused to give you two a break and love each other.

The next morning you don't see him by your bed. It was your day off. You called him hut his phone was silent. It was everyone's day off. You called one of his friends to know if he's with them but no one could seem to tell you where he was.

You ask another one of his friend to call him and see if he picks up. And he does.

" Keeho's a bit busy today. He'll be back home very very late. Sorry." his friend reports to you as you sigh and end the call.

What does he mean by busy? It's his break day. What was he really up to? The worst of the worst thoughts crept into your mind. Tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

Was this really how it was going to end? You can't imagine your life without him. He's been everything. He's been there when you needed him. He's been there whenever you called him but what if he's losing this interest. What if he's tired of you. What if he found someone else who can please him.

You regret every single moment you could've done to make him happy. You wish you properly apologized to him.

When he did coms home he looked dead. You were not even complaining, you were just glad he was home. You ask him " cooked chicken and rice for dinner. Warm up."

You knew how cracked out this relationship was and you didn't want it to break. You loved him alot.

" I already ate." he responded bluntly. " then just take a shower." you said sitting down to eat by yourself.

"How was work?" you asked him as he exited the shower.

"not good" he said heading to bed. This wasn't like him but you didn't want him to get mad.

But little did you know. You would be doing this for the next few months and you were tired of listening to him rant at you for the littlest mistakes you made and how you had to forgive him. Maybe he didn't live you as much as you loved him

It was that night where your worst nightmare came true because of just a few words you said.

He came home late again, took a shower and headed to bed.

"Are you forgetting something?" you ask him leaning against the door frame of your bedroom as you watch keeho laying in bed scrolling on his phone.

" good night?" he wasnt even looking at you.

"You never say that and no. It's something else. How could you forget keeho?" you try to stay calm

" it's our anniversary?" that answer broke you into pieces. And you snapped in half. You were already done with his behavior and your life's been moving on without you but your soul keeps trying to bring him with you in your life. You wanted him in your life but how could he be so careless.

You stood straight from leaning into the door frame. Your eyes were glassy. Your glaze was blank and you stood there in disbelief.

It's not that he forgot it was your birthday and your anniversary date but that fact that he seemed to give up on you.

" I-is this one of your jokes? I mean I've been keeping quiet not to trouble you, I can see that you're tired but so am I! I'm not mad because you forgot our anniversary and my birthday. But you seem to not even know me because I would've been screaming at you since that day when you came home late. If you don't love me anymore just say it! I don't want you unhappy being with me! " you said.

He puts his phone aside and crossed his arms over his chest ready to hear your complaints.

" well I guess in just so busy I can't remember anything Y/n."

"How many more excuses will you give me? Just say it! Apologize or leave."

The second you said that you regreted the options you gave him.

And as soon as you said that he stares at you shocked. And a tear slips out from your eye but you don't dare to say another word to make this situation worse.

" Then I'm sincerely sorry." he said getting up and packing his things.

He picked both of these options....

PT 2. Coming out very soon!

#Spotify #keeho #p1h keeho #p1harmony #yoon keeho #kpop #Keeho ff #keeho x reader #Angst

[chaosromanoff]

Secret no more (WandaNat x Fem!Reader)

Summary: The thought that has been stuck in your mind for days now comes to light. You feared for your girlfriends' reactions, what if they leave you? What if they get angry?

A/N: Part 2 of Their perfect little secret. And as I said in that one-shot, English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for the mistakes you could find on this one. By the way, thank you for all the support on the previous part, it became my most popular post and this blog reached the hundred followers! I'm really thankful of everyone who supported the first part and my previous works.

Warnings: There's smut at the beginning, so please, minors DNI! After that is just a little bit of angst but it has a happy ending, I promise! Also, rushed ending because I was tired and couldn't think of a better one.

(Credits of this picture to it's creator!)

Your whole body tensed when you felt your third orgasm approaching. Wanda's fingers were giving you the right amount of pleasure and even more, you couldn't complain about it.

Natasha was moving her hips as she fucked Wanda with the strap-on, a scene you always enjoyed to watch, and more when you were part of it.

"I need to cum." You mumbled, moaning a little bit louder when Wanda touched that sweet spot inside of you. "Fuck! Please, please let me cum, mommy."

"You've been too loud recently, Y/n. Maybe we should stop." Natasha teased you as she moved her hand to Wanda's wirst to stop her movements on you.

"No, please daddy!" You shouted-whispered. "... I'll be quiet, just let me..."

You stopped talking to let out a silent moan, you were still holding your orgasm and Wanda and Natasha were impressed about it. They wanted to tease you a little more, but they knew you could explode at any second.

"Let go for us, pretty baby." Wanda mumbled and you obeyed. A silent moan left your throat as your whole body was shaking. After that, Wanda and Natasha came too, you were breathing heavily but still opened your arms asking for a hug from them.

They smiled as Wanda approached to you and gave you a kiss before hugging you. Natasha also kissed you and then hugged you and Wanda, wanting to protect you both.

"My pretty girls, I love you." She said and you smiled, feeling happier than you ever felt.

"I love you too." You and Wanda answered. You felt your eyelids heavier and you were about to fall asleep when you remembered something you wanted to tell them for a couple of weeks now.

"Hey, I need to tell you something." You started, moving away from Wanda and Nat's embracement. "I... What if I told someone I'm dating you?" You asked timidly.

"Have you told someone about us?" Natasha asked, but her features were of pure fear, just as Wanda's.

"I haven't, don't worry." You mumbled. "I just... I thought we could make this official, you know?"

"This is official." Wanda said. "You're our girlfriend."

"Yeah, but no one knows about it. They just think I'm the third wheel or something like that."

"But you're not and you know it. We know it." Wanda smiled at you, but you couldn't return the gesture.

"So you're not interested on letting people know I'm dating you?"

"Y/n..."

"Look, I love you both so much, but I don't think I want to be a secret anymore." You said and got up of the bed, dressing up as fast as you could.

"Baby, could you please come back to bed?" Natasha asked you kindly, but the knot on your throat didn't let you answer. You shook your head and went out of their room, running to yours.

Hopefully all of your teammates were sleeping and you didn't have to give them explanations of what you were doing in Wanda and Natasha's bedroom at almost 2AM. But things never happen as you want them to happen.

"Hey Y/n." Bucky greeted. "Where were you?"

"Why are you not sleeping? I heard old people needed to sleep more than the young ones." You said and Bucky smiled.

"Nightmares. They keep me awake most of the time." Shit.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So... you know about...?"

"Yes, but honestly that's none of my bussiness. As long as you three are happy, that's enough." You shook your head while holding your tears, Bucky stared at you with a confused look on his face.

"Let's say we're kinda over. Well, they're still in a relationship, but I guess I'm not part of it anymore. And I don't want to talk about it, I just need to sleep."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I won't say a word, I promise." Bucky told you. "Good night."

A few days passed by, Wanda and Natasha tried to talk to you but you didn't want to. You haven't even left your room since that night. Steve and Tony tried to make you go training with them, but they weren't successful. The only one who you let in was Bucky, you didn't really talk about Wanda and Nat, but Bucky talked about his day and sometimes about his nightmares and you liked to hear his thoughts.

"... and I just keep dreaming of that time. I'm just afraid of someone brainwashing me again." He told you.

"Hey, you've been here for almost six years. You're safe with us." You held his hand and gave him a smile.

"Thanks, Y/n. You're a really good friend." Your smile widen at his words and you couldn't help to hug him. Bucky was surprised, but still hugged you back.

"Thank you, Buck. I appreciate it."

"And as your friend... I need to tell you that you should talk with both Wanda and Natasha. They're having a bad time and they miss you a lot." You sighed at his words.

"It's not that easy." You answered.

"It is. You know them and they know you. You should get out of the room and go talk to them."

"Okay, I will." You assured him and Bucky smiled.

That night you finally left your room, most of the avengers were having dinner, so all of their eyes focused on you when you entered the dining room.

"Hey, nice to see you, Y/n." Steve greeted you and Wanda and Natasha got up of their seats when your name was pronounced.

They stood in front of you for a couple of seconds before hugging you. You couldn't stop the tears in your eyes and started to cry when you felt the warm bodies of your girlfriends. You missed them. You missed feeling the way they make you feel.

"Hi, baby." Natasha mumbled, her voice almost breaking. "We miss you so much."

"You don't have any idea how much we miss you." Wanda said kissing your cheek. "Would you please come back to us?" You sighed.

"You know what I want."

"And we're willing to give that to you." Natasha said and before you could answer, her lips crashed on yours. When she broke the kiss, Wanda's lips captured yours.

"We should have listened to you first." Wanda told you. "I'm sorry, detka."

"Me too." Nat said. "We acted so dumb, but we wanted to protect you, you know we could risk a lot if the wrong people know we're dating."

"I know. But I also know we could kick their asses easily." You mumbled and they laughed. "Only if you let me"

"Of course we will." Wanda whispered and you hugged them again.

"Did we miss something?" Tony asked and when you three looked at the table, everyone were confused and surprised, even Bucky acted like that.

"We're dating." Natasha simply said, holding your hand and hugging Wanda.

"You three?" You all nodded. "Well, congratulations!" Clint almost shouted and everyone followed him. They were surprised, but still supportive about you, Nat and Wanda.

"Now we know why Y/n spends her nights at Witchy and Widow's room." Tony mumbled. "Well, whatever, just let us sleep when you... y'know, don't make so much noise."

"We'll try." Wanda answered looking at you before getting close to your ear. "But you better be loud tonight, malyshka."

"Tonight?" You whisper-shouted, hiding your excitement.

"Shh, detka, they could hear you." Natasha told you before grabbing your face between her hands. "I love you." She left a small kiss on your lips and winked at you before walking to her and Wanda's room.

"I also love you." Wanda said kissing you again. "Now come, princess. We have so much to do tonight."

Taglist: @high--power @souanick @fxckmiup @sourprada Thank you for your comments! <3

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[over-the-time-flow]

Char: "Why can't you understand? The humans you trust so much will destroy the Earth..."

...Hmm. That's... that's it? Something's missing. He didn't even say anything relating to his deep-seated mommy issues.

Oh well, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.

In any case, Bright orders everyone to return to the ship, and he moves in to commence the Axis detonation operation.

...But something's wrong. Amuro feels something absolutely horrible. It's not malice... but it feels very dangerous. As if on cue, we hear quite possibly the worst thing you can hear over comms after your friends have boarded an unknown space vessel.

Astonaige: "Captain, what is that!?" Bright: "Wh-What in the world is that!?"

Amuro: "BRIGHT, RUN!!"

Terror fills the bridge. No one, not even Amuro, knows what just happened, but everyone felt that explosion just now. Astonaige calls in. It's an enemy, one he's never seen before...

...And it just killed Bright.

Before any arguments about the chain of command can occur, or Hathaway can process the death of his father, Astonaige too is killed.

A loud voice booms.

"This was your error. Your mistake."

Raul immediately recognizes this voice. Regardless, it continues.

"It's impossible to know of a mistake in advance. Thus, it was also impossible to have known me."

Tired of this, Raul deploys once more.

Raul: "Show yourself! I know what you did! I'll get you back for what you did to us on the Moon!"

"Raul Gureden, you and your friends' continued existences are my mistake."

"...I see, making mistakes leads to situations like this one."

"I never thought i'd end up in the Creator's position. But there's no way around it. This was my mistake."

All of this is flying over Raul's head. All he wants to know is who is the owner of this voice.

"My name is Duminass."

Just as Raul asked, it showed itself, much to the terror of everybody still alive. And to answer Raul's provocations...

"I must fight those who reject me..."

The frame is a mess, and the engine is leaking. If there was ever a time to put the spare Excellence to use, that time is now.

Crammed together into the cockpit, Raj and Mizuho set off to rescue Raul. This frame isn't suited for space combat, but they can't afford to be picky right now.

As they rescue Raul, Duminass readies its second strike.

The trio can't even consider themselves lucky in a grim sense for not being hit while they were wide open, as the damage to the Ra Cailum was critical; its nuclear pulse engines are going to explode.

And as if things couldn't get any worse, the first Excellence unit's Timeflow Engine is overloading. Raul can't stop the turbines, they're spinning on their own no matter what he does.

"...What is happening? I cannot comprehend..."

This probably isn't good.

The engine's output rises to over 200%. The engine itself should have no way of handling this much energy. And there's no way to stop it.

#srw r #super robot wars r #lets-play #translation

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 1/10/2023

the more injuries and minor surgeries i pick up throughout my life i get more convinced i do actually play first person shooters as a power fantasy but not in the normal way. recovering ok, this was prescheduled and premeditated, just extremely tired

listening

are you havin any fun? this tony bennet version is good enough. the SINGULAR line "and nervous indigestion" has been stuck in my head since thursday.

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reading

another pitch for Molly White's Web3 Is Going Just Great, bc HOO boy did a lot of shit happen last weekend. every crypto gaming project that folds feels like a personal gift to me. i did feel slightly insane last year bc the hype was so intense, everyone at my old job was fully bought in, and i got cited on two "performance reviews" for not being "excited enough" about crypto. anyway i hope my boss' two teslas explode.

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watching

watched a ton of shit this week, including the entire run of the vampiric interview tv show, which i WILL have more coherent thoughts about later. what a horrible, messy, incredibly satisfying bit of television.

guillermo del toro's pinocchio made me fucking bawl my eyes out and i'm a little resentful of that. stupidly, stupidly beautiful film.

i'm here to talk about s/tar wars the bad b/atch, or at least the second season's first two episodes.

the whitewashing and general racism around the clones has been a problem since attack of the clones but has really only gotten worse with time and is especially bad in this outing of the franchise. i'm not super qualified to talk about this, but i think @unwhitewashthebadbatch is a good starting point.

my biggest storytelling beef is that it feels very much like a DnD campaign that is trying to be a blades in the dark campaign. the format and tone aren't quite right. this show neither focuses on the immediacies of survival right after the republic's collapse, nor where the Bad Batch are trying to fit themselves into a new world, and it really suffers for it. there's almost nothing about parenthood (bc Omega is still tagging along on missions, and she is still twelve). i still don't really know the story this show is trying to tell, but am forced to conclude that a weekly show for children about guys who can do some sick flips is not the correct medium since i still don't fucking know what story this show is trying to tell.

there are eight products on shopDisney for this show and two of them are on clearance. i do not anticipate this series will be renewed past s3. apparently according to some advance reviewers this picks the fuck up after the midpoint of the season but i'm not holding my breath.

production wise, the backgrounds and lighting have gotten way better, they've really leaned into a luminous sort of matte painting that doesn't always pretend to have depth. i like how the rocky set in the second episode feels very much like a live-action limited-budget set. looks very much like a soundstage but animated, and i think that's oddly charming. i do like the location we visited in e2, wish we got to see more of it or talk really at all about the significance of the location. like. we have a literal castle chase and we don't talk about the castle At All. come ON.

one of the few canon trans characters in star wars deserves a better show with more coherent storytelling. love star wars! wish it was good.

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playing

largely fallow week. shouts out to the app Flick Solitaire bc i played through a hundred and fifty levels in the past few days

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making

some knitting problems i have to mull over before i post, bc i created an entire kerchief thing in a percocet haze but am unhappy with the finish. we shall see! might frog it but i'll post about it before i do

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

[the-trashiest-of-the-trash]

MC proposes to Lucifer

Finals are over! I'll try and post some backlogged content over the break, here's something that's been sitting in my drafts for a while

Masterlist | More Obey Me posts

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As you waited for Lucifer, your nerves were starting to get the best of you. You told him to meet you at Ristorante Six to celebrate the hard work he'd been doing for the past few weeks.

You were checking and double-checking to ensure the ring was still in your pocket, anxiously watching the time.

You started planning the proposal a few weeks ago. Diavolo wanted to "shake things up" for an upcoming festival (a good or bad idea depending on who you ask). Lucifer was tasked to work out the finer details, meaning he would be incredibly busy for the next few weeks.

Normally it was incredibly difficult to surprise Lucifer. He could read you like a book and always manage to figure things out despite your best efforts to hide it. But he was distracted, and you took the opportunity.

You decided to tell the brothers about your plan. They took it better than you expected and offered to help you decorate and come up with cover stories in case Lucifer got suspicious.

When you told Diavolo, he gave you a big bear hug, spinning you around. For a second, you thought he might start to cry. He offered to rent out the restaurant and promised to make sure Lucifer was busy until it was time

And finally you went to Purgatory Hall to ask Luke for help. Though he insisted he was skeptical about you marrying a demon, you could tell he was excited. Together you made a cake and wrote: "Will you marry me?" On top.

You jumped when Lucifer walked through the door, and greeted him with a kiss. He gave you a tired smile, asking what the occasion was

"I just want to celebrate all the hard work you did." you said, "Dia was kind enough to rent out the restaurant for us."

You tried to play it cool over dinner, but you could tell Lucifer piecing together that something was wrong. "Is something bothering you, dear?"

You shook your head, "no, no, I'm okay. Beel hyped up the dessert here, and I'm excited to try."

And right on cue, the staff brought out the cake you made with Luke. You pushed out your chair as they set the cake down in front of Lucifer

He did a double-take when he looked at the cake. And when he looked at you, you were already on one knee. Whatever you were going to say died on your tongue when he gave you a soft smile

"I had planned a whole speech but... I can't remember a thing." He gave you an encouraging nod, so you took a deep breath. "I love you so much, Lucifer. Will you marry me?"

Of course, he says yes! He's genuinely flustered when you slip the ring on his finger. He gives you a kiss as soon as you stand up.

When you got home, all your friends were waiting for you.

"And?" they asked, and you grabbed Lucifer's hand to show them the ring. Everyone exploded into cheers and hugged the two of you.

Diavolo announced a celebration and you swear you've never seen Lucifer happier than when he proudly called you his future spouse

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons

[bubblepp0p]

Everlong | Elvis!Vince x Masc!Reader

Summary: You work at a distribution company and as date has it Vince Everett and Peggy need some help with their record. You were always known as a dimwit but this is your chance to prove yourself.

Warnings: Vince is gonna switch up a lot

Word Count: 2.7k

Vince Everett had just created what he thought would be the new best selling song ever. He just needed someone to sign with him to put it out there. This happened well over a week ago.

“Come on, Vince. We can't give up now, there are still companies we haven't been to that could give us offers.” Peggy nagged, trying to get Vince off the couch he had been lazing about on.

“Face it peg, No one wants to sign with us! We should just make our own record company.” Vince whined like a five year old as he resisted from getting up. Peggy sighed and placed her hands on her hips like a tired mother. “I'll give you a free meal if you come with me today.”

A long pause was present meaning Vince was thinking it over. He hadn't eaten yet so that option was sounding good. “Fine. But we eat first.” He stated as he got up and aggressively grabbed his jacket. “Yeah, yeah.” Peggy scoffed out, walking through the door first with Vince tagging along behind very unwillingly.

✦

Your day had started slow as usual. Get up, brush your teeth, put your suit on, and walk next door to your father’s distribution and record company. It was simple. You liked simple. Simply because it was easy. Simple is such a fun word, you thought to yourself. You were never the brightest bulb in the box but your father told you that you never needed to. You were somehow heir to the company anyways. Although you hated that it was a fact, since your father was the CEO, you had many privileges. Including constantly having your ass covered from all the mistakes.

Today though, you felt like you wouldn't make a mistake. You felt that something good would come into the office. A great opportunity. The positive idea gave you a positive attitude. Oh how you loved days like these. Just on time, you walked into the fancy building that would soon be yours in decades time. When you had walked in, you overheard a woman and a man doing their best to convince the staff at the front desk to let them speak to, well, your dad.

You noticed that the man had a growing angry expression so you decided to step in. The staff seemed happy that you did at the moment. The man looked like he could explode at any second. “Excuse me, is there any trouble?” You asked politely, looking at them both with a soft smile. Their anxious demeanors died down at this. The woman spoke up first, “Hello, I'm Peggy Aldan. I'm here to see if the company would like to take part in our record.” She said calmly but all the well enthusiastically. You quickly recognized her name, “Oh! You worked with Mickey Alba!” She grinned at this and smiled.

You glanced at the man next to her, “And you must be the artist?” You question. The man looked to the side, cold faced. Peggy stepped in, “This is Vince, and yes he's the singer.”

Before she could continue, he rudely interrupted, “And who might you be?” Vince towered over you causing Peggy to gently hit his arm. “I'm Y/N L/N. The son of the person who owns this company.” You explained patiently. There was something different about these people, they looked like they had potential on multiple levels.

You hummed, “Alright. What do you say that I'll give this a listen and see what I can do?” You suggested with a cool smile. Their faces lit up at your offer, “Really?” Peggy chirped. “Of course, you both are more than welcome to accompany me to my office.” Your voice was soft as silk, showing them the upmost kindness.

Once you had entered your office, Vince looked awfully suspicious of you. “You ain't gonna steal our record, right?” He asked, dripping with caution. “Steal? Well, that's illegal and my father taught me never to do that.” You said casually, as you popped the record into the vinyl. “It's happened before.” Vince added. “I'm sorry that it did,” You gave him a genuine frown, “I won't do such a thing. You have my word, Mister Vince.” He was shocked at how your kindness never faltered. That you weren't even offended.

Peggy waited anxiously for your reaction as the record began to play. You always loved music and it was the only thing you were sure you were knowledgeable about. Like how most people have an eye for art, you had an ear for music. Carefully, you listened to peace and boy did it sound great. Vince’s voice was like honeydew, he sang with emotion. Passion. Something you can't find too easily nowadays. You stopped the record, giving it one last though. “Well?” Vince asked, impatient.

“Well..” You trailed, “I think it's amazing.” You grinned. Peggy couldn't contain herself, “You see that, Vince? He said it was amazing.” She tugged at his arm. Vince didn't look the slightest bit amused, “Yeah, I heard.”

“Now, since your name isn't known very well I'll have to pull some strings but I don't mind,” You rubbed the back of your neck. “Give me a day or two and I'll call you into the office for a contract.”

“Sounds great. Thank you so much, Mr. L/N.” Peggy grabbed your hand to shake it. “Oh please, Call me Y/N.” You went to shake Vince’s hand. “When everything is done our company usually likes to throw after parties with our clients if it's a success. Make sure to not be late.” You felt Vince squeeze your hand harshly, “Don't screw us over.”

✦

As the days passed, it took hours and hours for you to convince your dad to give them a try. After he had finally listened to the record, he too was left amazed. Vince offered opportunities no other big artist could and he was young too. Finally getting the approval, you dialed Peggy. “The contract is ready, hurry on up.” You informed quickly.

Within minutes, a pair walked into your father’s office. Vince gave you a more trusting stare. “Welcome.” Your father smiled, gesturing to them to sit down as you stood next to his desk. “My boy here bugged me about y'all for days and I gave in last night. It sure did surprise me.” Your father spoke, putting his cigar out. “Not the smartest one out of the bunch?” Vince bluntly put out there, you weren't hurt by it. You were used to being called dumb and what not. Peggy didn't like it one bit though and let out an angry, “Manners.”

“Well, you can say that.” Your father shrugged, “But he made a good decision. I'm trusting him to handle this and if he does then he'll prove himself to me.” He glanced at you and you only nervously looked away. “Oh? So Y/N will be the one handling our business?” Peggy asked. “He will. I'll just supervise.”

“Right. You’ll be signing under my branch and if you want. A partnership for you and vince. Your own record company under my branch.” You chirped in, pointing at a separate contract. Peggy gasped, her hand covering her mouth. “Really.” You answered as if you were reading her mind.

“Don't let me down.” Your father patted your shoulder and you blindly nodded, “Of course.” Vince continued to eye you down. Did he hate men or something? You thought to yourself in confusion. Your father excused himself out of the room for a meeting a second later so you took this moment to get them to sign. “Alright, I'll need both signatures here and here.” You pointed to blank spaces on multiple pages.

Once all the legal stuff was out of the way, you began to organize everything. You made conversation as you did so, “Since we are basically partners now in business, I'll be seeing you two a lot. I hope we can be friends as we go on.” You happily said, placing everything where it needed to be. Peggy nodded in joy, looking at Vince for any type of reaction only to be met with nothing.

“When will our record be released in shop?” Vince leaned back in his seat cooly. “Five work days, precisely. So Thursday.” You answered his question easily. “Come on peg. Let's get out of here.” Vince stood up, not saying goodbye to you and straight up left the room. Peggy apologized to you before quickly following after him.

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Your prediction was right. Vince’s record was a massive hit. Everyone had loved it, the teenagers especially. Vince as an artist was basically a goldmine now. A party was now getting thrown for Vince’s and Peggy’s great debut. Peggy had offered to throw it at her parents place since they were on vacation.

The night was young and you were there since the AM helping organize the party. You had a glass of water in your hand as you wandered around the house. People from the company, close friends, and other higher ups attended the party. You knew some of them but never to the point where you could casually conversate. You didn't try too becuase you always ended up as the butt of the joke. Either because you didn't get the joke or you couldn't keep up.

You found yourself wandering into Peggy’s old room, it was quiet and away from the ongoing party. Your curiosity got the best of you as your eyes laid on a vanity. It still had items laying upon it. Makeup. You've never seen before besides in stores on display. You picked up what looked like a pencil, examining it.

“Like makeup?”

You yelped at whoever talked, scaring you from suddenly popping out of nowhere. It turned out to be Vince who had just closed the door behind himself. “That's eyeliner.” He added, unable to hide his smug smile from your reaction at him scaring you. “Huh?” You tilted your head. “The stick in your hand, dummy.”

“Oh- You know about makeup?” You quickly set it down back where you found it. “A bit.” He answered as he walked towards you and sat on the edge of the bed. You leaned against the vanity. “Want me to teach you?” He asked calmly. This was a bit weird. What happened to the bad boy he was a few days ago. You could only nod in response. “Sit in front of me.” Vince looked into your eyes with no malicious intent.

Without a word, you got on your knees in front of him. Vince felt strange at how obedient you were. It made him feel things. He only hummed and reached over to the vanity to grab the makeup. “Stay still, got it?” You were about to nod again but he held your head still by grabbing your chin. “Still.” He repeated. You replied with a soft “Sorry.”

Vince began to work on your face while mumbling what he was doing. “The eyeliner goes on the bottom of your eyes, it can go here too if you want.” He continued on mascara, blush, eyeshadow, then finally your lips. He was using a nude lipstick so it looked like natural makeup. He stared at your lips as he slowly traced it. Your ears began to gain a red color at how intimate it felt.

He had finally pulled away, looking at his final product. “There. Look at the mirror.” He ordered and you did as you were told. Your eyes widened at your reflection. “Pretty…the make up I mean.” You looked back at vince. “Well you're a pretty boy.” He commented as he twirled a lock of your hair in his index finger. You blushed, “You mean handsome.”

“Why not pretty?” He asked. “I'm not supposed to be pretty.” You replied with innocence. “You can be whatever you want, baby.” You blinked at him, it was like Vince was an entirely different person. He treated you so softly in private. “I thought you didn't like me.”

He started to tap his foot, biting the inside of his cheek as if he were contemplating something. “I decided you weren't bad. ‘m sorry for treating you like crap.” Vince came clean. He would usually never do this but you were so goddamn cute in his eyes. You grinned at his apology, “It's okay, I wasn't mad.” You lightly chuckled. Vince gave a small smile, smearing the lipstick with his thumb. It was quite obvious he was attracted to you from his actions but you were too oblivious to notice.

“Whatcha drinkin’ there, doll?” Vince pointed at your sat down glass of water. “Hm? Oh just water.”

“Why not wine? It's on the house tonight.” Vince asked, liking that you were still on your knees for him. His heart felt like it was on fire and quite frankly he didn't care that you were a boy. “I've..I've never drank before. My dad never allowed me to,” embarrassed, you looked at him. “Well 'm allowing you to.” Vince handed you a glass of wine that was originally his. You hesitantly held the cup. “Go on, just try it, honey.” He caressed your cheek.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you gulped down the drink in just two seconds. “Woah! Woah! I said try it, not inhale the whole goddamn thing!” Vince snatched the now empty glass away, wide eyed. You hiccuped in response and made a nasty reaction at the liquid which earned a laugh from Vince. It was the first time you heard him laugh. “You're so silly, honey.” He held his stomach.

Your face burned from the alcohol, wine often worked faster than most liquor. Vince stared down at you, “Hey..thank you for what you did for me and peg. Without you, we would be knocked flat out. But now we're on our feet.” Vince rubbed the back of his neck, his ears turning red. Your voice was slurred, “It's your skill that got you where you are..” You laid your head onto his lap.

“Already drunk?” He mumbled to himself, examining you. “Maybe you should sleep it off.” He said aloud. Peggy had opened the room just then causing a commotion between you and Vince. Not thinking it through, you threw yourself onto the ground, pulling your blazer over your head with your behind in the air. Vince only stood up casting you a glance doing his best not to face palm. “Uh..Is Y/N alright? You didn't hurt him right, Vince?” Peggy asked, walking up.

“Of course not, why would I?” Vince crossed his arms, stepping in front of you so Peggy wouldn't catch a glimpse at your makeup. “Well you weren't too kind to him these past days. Y/N, dear, are you okay?” She peaked over Vince’s shoulder. “Fine! Thank you!” You said, keeping your head covered.

“Now Peg, we were kinda in a conversation,” Vince cleared his throat, “Aw you finally made up with him?”She cooed like she was proud of hun. “Yeah yeah,” Vince rolled his eyes. “Either way, people are asking for you so please join the party soon. Thank you, Vince.” She patted his shoulder before walking and closing the door behind herself.

Vince turned around to look at you. He stood there for a second, waiting for you to get up but you never did. “Y/N, she's gone.” He called placing his hands on his hips. “Oh.” You got up, rubbing your forehead. “Hurt yourself?” He glanced at the red mark on your head. You nodded with a hiccup following afterwards. He gently rubbed the mark, blowing softly on it. “You'll be okay, darling.” He drawled.

“Do you like boys?” You blurted out, the drunk in you removing your fear factor. Vince choked at your sudden question, pulling away. “I-I I mean. I certainly don' dislike them…but I like girls too..” He sounded unsure “Anyways! You need to sleep!” Vince hurriedly pushed you onto the bed and covered you. “But I don' wanna!” You said loudly. “You're gonna, boy.” Vince took your shoes off and grabbed a makeup wipe. “Now stay still like before.” Vince held your chin still and began to wipe his previous work away. It looked too pretty to wipe away but he did so anyway. Before he knew it, you had fell asleep right then and there. He hummed and pushed your hair out of your face.

“See you in the morning.”

#elvis #elvis presley #masc reader #austin butler #austin butler elvis #austin elvis x reader #elvis movie #elvis x reader #austin butler x reader #elvisaaronpresley #elvis x you

[lamentingocean]

♡Moyong X Jaha♡ Valentine's Day Present for the Return of The Crazy Demon Fandom- ♡

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warning: All the sugar in the world to be making it this sweet, jaha being affectionate and lovely to him, just explode with the sweet love of my exceptional writing skills. A congratulations to all the writers and supporters of the fandom♡ (late Valentine's Day gift)

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moyong and jaha are laxative, drugging best friends. one is a doctor of the black rabbit clan that aids all disciples, subordinates, and trainees to heal their wounds like he's some kind of healing fairy. he also specialized in making herbal tea and reading ancient history in his free time while jaha has his own hobbies like swinging his sword at a random object to test his current strength. But since both of them have a partnership of making and giving laxatives to women, they have a good relationship, hench, being two demons in their past life. poison demon and the mad demon bonding like a smore. Being two sides of the same coin but with different abilities, capabilities, and power more than any powerful martial artist across china. even the demonic cult can not fathom to attempt to kill these two beings. But that isn't the case.

jaha wants to take his opportunity to kill off the factions, the league, and the demonic cult as soon as possible and as strong as possible. moyong doesn't want to involve himself in war, conflict, and death, but when it comes to jaha. he wants to aid him the best that he can. even when his madness spread like wildfire to all the other subordinates. even when his madness starts to turn uncontrollable in his grasp. his mental capabilities are unpredictable like he is.

moyong slit a wound to see a small infection on a black rabbit disciple's arm. the disciples winced out of pain, his voice blew out in an exhausted sight, stitching the wound closed after he put some healing ointment. some of the disciple's blood got on his fingers right when the needles pricked the skin of this disciple. he said in an exhausted voice: "Go ahead and sleep in the other room. You need rest. I will have my workers make some soup for you. Ok?" his eyes begun to dim and dim due to a sudden gush of exhaustion. his eyes glanced to a small note right on the top of the medic desk to see a contract to the mad demon and the moyong clinic always being in an alliance. so no matter if he's tired. He must always rest himself when he's trying to save people from the open portal of the afterlife. even having a leader who is clinically insane.

he was reminiscing about the note until one of his workers softly knocked on the door to notify him out of his reminiscing mind. his eyes glanced up to see a little note since this specific worker is mute. the note said:

"Jaha is outside. he wants you to come out and bring your stuff with you. I'll watch over the clinic in the meantime." his head bubbled in confusion. but he nodded at jaha's request, grabbed his stuff, and walked out the door, but he had a second thought. why is he tired in the first place. is it a sign of fatigue or working too hard disciple after disciple and after disciple. jaha must not be paying blood debt for every spill of blood on the black rabbit training grounds. Or he must be training them in a ruthless manner.

it must be either more wars or more battles to come against the mad demon. so this is something to be worried about him. his hand waved "bye" to each of his workers before he left the door of the clinic to see what jaha wanted from him. as soon as he felt the fresh air. jaha held a rose in his hands. so moyong thought:

A...rose?

moyong stepped right up to him with his head bubbling in that same confusion. "Jaha what is th-

"I'm taking you on a date. come with me.." his hands grasped his arm to come inside the wagon. sitting him down automatically like he's trying to rush what he's doing. he was right next to him as he smelt a lingering scent coming from jaha. he wore his usual dark red on his body, but the scent of lilac, roses, and lavender resonated through his very skin to make him even more desirable than mongrang using his lips to charm woman, thus making his face burn. He starts questioning himself why he's so flustered at this. is it too hot in here, or am I just sweating due to the amount of work I did today? either way. this is just temporary. the more I need to-

his arms grasped his waist, and he snapped back to reality to realize his hard hands on his waist. I glanced right to him to see locks of jaha's hair hiding his face. but he saw a little mark of red on his face as he looked closer. I noticed he had a small set of roses in his right arm, a deck of chocolates right next to his right hip, and a gift written for moyong that has a bunch of tea packets on it. I officially start to question his ways: "jaha..what did you call me here for..?"

"W-well. I took care of the black rabbit clan, drugged my subordinates to sleep like a drunkard, and locked my doors just for something I planned with you..so I wanted to take you out on a date. It's for being such a good partner to me."

"w-wait... really?" his red glistening eyes look to him in a light shade of kindness. One that did mass murder can not begin to comprehend kindness within their aura to anyone. Even as a ruthless leader full of strength, power, and excellence of his leadership, so that's surprising to him, that's for sure. I understood quickly. looked out the forest while jaha's hand held mine. his hand was soft but hard. It's like a metal peppered with soft flowers, smells good but gives good strength. the entire ride to this date was silent but silently romantic.

It suddenly stopped. jaha's hand softly led me out of the wagon to only see a small noodle restaurant right in front of them, but before I walked in. jaha stopped me right here.

"Hm?"

"Wait. moyong." jaha held his hand up to softly kiss. which made me blush so much that it burnt my skin. "I'll pay for everything. You don't need to worry about the payment."

"O-oh uhm..thank you jaha."

our seats were open in the restaurant, and nobody was around to judge us around for who we really are. people back then tend to hate on gay men or lesbians for who they are. It's not like it's real back then. even if jaha was able to hear them talk a lot of negative stuff about us on a date, then they wouldn't be alive the next hour. imagine having a man like jaha. Imagine having a insane maniac as your boyfriend. thinking about it makes me blush since we all know jaha is capable of love, but he's a bit... insulting to women and men. Badger games don't affect him at all, but he might seem gay to us if that makes sense. I mean.. I'll be confused if jaha doesn't have a date yet. Not when I'm his partner in aid of the black rabbit clan. He's just a beauty in madness.

having long gushing black hair that makes squid ink seem pathetic, eyes equally beautiful to that of a red blood moon and the face of a handsome charmer. but only used to have blood lay on his skin like some kind of lotion. I keep staring at him as he looks through the menu with a smirk. I kept reminiscing about him like he's some beautiful anicent painting put in a palace hall. but my reminiscent state shattered in the midst of glancing at the menu of picking what to eat for this pleasant surprise he planned.

It's spicy noodles with chili broth.

normal noodles with a tangy sweet hearty broth.

a sour type curry with a chicken that squirts juices from its flavor.

some pork bites with stir fried vegetables.

everything in the menu seems to be undeniablely delectable. I spoke up while jaha unexpectedly looked at me with a bulging smile out of his thin lips. "What did you order jaha?"

"Hm...I order my usual spicy hearty noodle soup. what are you gonna get moyong??"

"Hm....." My finger pointed to jaha's exact order. they are both ordering the same thing. His smirk was filled with satisfaction while his hand rose up to press against mine. I think he's hopelessly flirting with me and doesn't even realize it with how his unreal nonchalance is slamming into my face. Even when he's an angry explosive, chaotic mess of a leader...ahh, such a demon belonging to the depths of hell for being such a good mass murderer. "

You got my order?"

"M-mhm.. Anyways. j-jaha.. I have a small question for you."

"What is it?"

my blush grew and grew until it went to the point where I looked like a full-blown strawberry. but I had to forcefully spit out my words like mucus since he kept looking at me with his blood moon eyes that rain blood through its vibrant color.

"Why are you so affectionate to me.. you are normally never like this to anyone?"

"....well. moyong. I know I am the mad demon. I know I'm supposed to represent the pure definition of a madman through my words, my actions, and my humanity as well. But recently I came to a small conclusion with myself..I must always appreciate my subordinates and my partners every step of my journey in becoming mad demon..even you moyong. you always have helped me even during my own qi cultivation and a way to suppress my anger without exploding it like a free bomb. So I thank you...for being a part of my journey."

My blush started to lessen back to my original skin color quickly. his words were heart-felt. His words felt like a bomb of trustworthy love that had been hit by my pumping heart so much. right before I had to say something back to him. Our orders came out and been placed on the table. so my words broke like a puzzle. unable to say something back to the immersion breaker. my blush stuck to my face even when we ate together like two men eating lunch like friends. It pissed me off a little. jaha acted like his flirtatious moments to me were only passed back forever. but I'm pretty sure it will be more than that once we finish with this detectable food.

ok, so.. the silence is suffocating right after we finish. Jaha paid the waitress a big amount of cowie shells for this dinner. we are in the wagon, sitting down like two strangers to each other. But one good thing: His hand is on my waist. squeezing my left lower body like a soft plushie. I wanted to scream a little, but I couldn't since I have a bit of self-control. jaha's scent continues to seduce my nose into sniffing him. he smelt so light but so good.

his eyes glanced directly down at me. his look was always so dangerous, but it's always so good looking at the same time. his glance wasn't arousing that vile evil aura used to intimidate enemies. but his look resonated out of love. I flinched at his look. but he also moved my face closer to his. clasping his hands to my chin in hopes that I could cutely blush at his charm. Is he secretly learning from mongrang's charm to woman, or is he doing this on purpose? his blush started to appear on his cheeks.

"I have a feeling you want to kiss me." i was in a bit of a denial, but he's right too. he's so handsome that even a guy from 90s anime can't possibly compete with his handsome capabilities. My eyes slowly dimmed down to his lips, and I automatically got hypnotized by them. I'm pretty sure he noticed. his lips suddenly slept on mine. my mind started to fuck with me now. My arms wrapped around his neck as his hands slid through my waist. His lips moved away from mine. "I love you moyong...I really do."

"....I love you too♡)

( I love being in this fandom. Even if this fandom gets more popular or grows more. That will count as a W MONTH OF LOVE EVERYONE)

(Double post let's go♡)

#return of the crazy demon #jaha lee #return of the mad demon #webtoon #광마회귀

[period-of-nocturne]

I keep thinking about Gekkou and I think my mind will explose

(The analysis you're about to read is absolutely not organized well, be warned)

Am I the only one who immediatly thought the song has nothing to do with the event and didn't understood why ? Because now I really think this song was just looking back on what already happened and foreshadowing what would happen next

The first verse is Akito's past, between RW and meeting Toya

Same for the chorus but that line

"I kept having dull dreams, just tracing someone else"

The second verse seems to be about how he felt when he met Toya

The next chorus makes me feel ILL.

"Not even knowing my solitude you were alone looking at the stars" is at the same time Akito talking about Toya and Toya talking about Akito because Toya sing the line with the others before Akito sing a line alone

The foreshadowing is coming next line to me because...

"You, stood next to me, were so far away, I hadn't be able to see dull dreams anymore"

An sing that line... The dream they are chasing is RW... The line could refer about Nagi-san as well as Kohane considering An's mindset, the one who were once so close start to drift apart, or already leave and now her dream seems... You got me

"But I still kept on chasing your back"

Kohane finished the line and... It's just sick idk. Once again it's at the same time about how VBS feels about RAD WEEKEND right now but also about AnHane's situation and-- it's so insane guys I can't take it anymore I think I'll die soon

Ahem

"Whether I'm fake or not, looking back now, there was only blurred memories"

That line didn't make sense during Power of Unity, right after Legend Still Vivid... But now ?? Now ???

I don't even know what to say about the next part it could be interpreted in so much ways at once

I'll just say that Toya getting the line saying "Another rehash of someone else's work ?" Considering his past with classical music hit me very hard, even if I know the line is actually what people in Vivid Street said to Akito when he started

"Merciless Moonlight"

You can't analyse Gekkou without talking about the song's name, and since that line gives me the occasion... "Moonlight"

Trying to reach the moon means your objectives seems irrealistic and impossible to reach (RW)

Meanwhile, DerMond, "The Moon" in German, seems to be the name of a clothing brand in Project Sekai's world, considering it's written on the back of Toya's jacket

"Past noon when sheep-like clouds float" Kick it up a Notch!, I mentionned this already

"A nostalgic song is swaying in the wind" Nostalgia... Is it about Machi ? Vivid Old Tale ?

I'm not sure about the next lines, but they are Toya's then Akito's, and if it was also related to Walk on and On and then Find a Way Out I think I'll explode

"The word that you said to me, I've written the same thing down so I won't forget them even now"

I'm not sure myself so I'll let the line here and hope someone will be able to confirm

"My thirsty heart remains unsatisfied" +2DMV = ColorFes Akito, I said that too

The line about not looking away once you'll turn back to look after time will pass is once again hitting different after the last VBS event (Light Up The Fire, if people from the future wonder), despite also being about Akito himself

And then what can I say... I hope that they'll find their own light and keep shining bright forever once they will be able to move on from what they just learn

That feel very messy and not organized at all I'm sorry

Just go check Gekkou's translations again... There's a lot of things in the lyrics we couldn't notice before, the duality of the song is crazy... By the way, does the expression "The hidden side of the moon" exist in english ? Because it exist in French and it fit the situation too well... In several ways... Because their dream had a hidden side and the song too damn I'm tired of all of this I'm off

#project sekai #proseka #hatsune miku colorful stage #pjsk #project sekai colorful stage #projectsekai #vivid bad squad #kohane asuzawa #azusawa kohane #an shiraishi #shiraishi an #shinonome akito #akito shinonome #aoyagi touya #aoyagi toya #toya aoyagi #touya aoyagi #gekkou #moonlight #harumaki gohan #tatsuya kitani

[viky2318]

HEY! BEFORE LOOKING UNDER THE CUT!!

This whole stuff under here is ONE WHOLE CHAPTER of my tiny not-so cute story. Yanno, the one I anticipated you the last post? That one. It's long more or less like that post about Papyrus on the surface being half depressed. I won't split it in more parts this time because I'm planning to do more chapters and I want to keep everything in order.

If you don't know or don't like the concept of Alternative universes in Undertale, I warn you: this story will be all in the multiverse, about the multiverse, with the multiverse. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

With that said, have fun.

It was all white. For a few seconds, they thought they were being blinded by some sort of bright light. But then, they understood that there was absolutely nothing around them. Only white, empty nothingness. They initially didn't notice each other. They were too focused on understanding where they were to turn around and see the others. The first one to see the others was Maddy. As she had always been a nervous person, shielding the insecurities behind anger and hatred, she immediately searched for something to hold on to. The moment she noticed something different from the white nothing, she exclaimed: "The heck is going on?!?". The other two turned around, as surprised as Maddy was. The second person who spoke was Muffet. She was an energetic but calm girl that never liked unsettling situations. And this one was particularly unsettling. "W-who are you two?! Where are we??" She asked. The third member of this strange trio, Grillby, was silent. He always preferred keeping his problems for himself, thinking that freaking out was just a waste of time and energy. But right now he was internally exploding. “Where am I? Who are those people? How did I end up here? Why is it so empty here? This is just a big room with white walls, right?” questioned himself. He looked up, and saw something that hardly a living being sees in their life. The ceiling of this place was covered in a huge web of blue strings that seemed to stretch to infinity. And in the middle of them… Souls. Human souls, monster souls, souls of beings that the three of them never saw, and maybe never will. That clearly wasn’t a large room. The other two monsters followed the man’s gaze and saw it too. Maddy asked with her usual annoyed tone, but with a hint of fear: “Hey spider girl, is that stuff yours?”. Without taking the eyes away from the strings, Muffet answered: “no, i’m not this messy. And don’t call me that, I have a name”. Maddy looked at her. “Then what is it? Is it ‘Little anno-” before she could end the sentence, Muffet grabbed her wrist and stared at her with her wide, purple eyes. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence. The name’s Muffet. Don’t use stupid nicknames with me or I swear, I'll eat your soul and feed your dust to the rats”. Grillby put a hand on the spider’s shoulder. “No one will die until we figure out what’s going on and how to get away from here” he said. Muffet looked at him with annoyance and commented: “so you can talk”. She let Maddy’s wrist and recomposed herself, looking at the strings again.

Wait, was that… “hey, you two! Seems like we’re not alone here. Look!” the spider exclaimed, pointing at the strings. The other monsters looked in that direction and noticed that some strings were moving. They decided to follow the strings to the source of the movement. They walked for a while, who knows if just minutes or hours, but then started seeing something. There was a couch or something like that, and the strings went down near that thing. Coming nearer, they saw someone tied up with those strings, kind of hanging, and someone else near them. The little group started hearing voices. One of them, from the person standing up, was upset. The other voice, from the hanging one, was more tired. Now they could better see the two people. The tied up one looked like an adult human, but it was colorless. They had white skin, gray short hairs and gray clothes. The little eyes were looking at the second person with a very annoyed expression. The other guy was a small skeleton, but their colors seemed… wrong? It had black bone, the clothing was mainly black with bright yellow details, as part of the fingers (that were also red). Under his eyes there were thin blue lines that resembled the marks of some tears. He looked very angry. There were also little “ERROR” messages... floating around the guy? Staring at that strange couple could make you think that the first one’s colors were stolen and added to the second one’s, making them so bright your eyes hurted. The trio somehow managed to sneak behind the couch, enough near to hear the conversation. “I’ll ask you for the last time. Where is the OMEGA timeline?” the skeleton asked not-so kindly. The human answered: “and I'll tell you for the last time. I’m not Core Frisk! We just have a similar look in common! Put on your glasses hobo, and you’ll see it by yourself!”. The skeleton took a pair of round, red glasses and wore them, then said: “You just got older. And stop calling me that! Not even Ink does it anymore”. “That’s the demonstration that I'm not Core, dammit! They don’t grow up! They have the same age since, what, twenty years? Thirty?” The human said exasperated. The skeleton looked at him for a few long seconds, then shrugged and decided: “oh well, I think you’re right. But if you’re not them, then I think you’re useless”. The skeleton took one of the strings near the human. “No no no noNONONONOWAIT!! DON’T!!” the human begged. “Oh? Suddenly being so nervous? Don’t worry, if you don’t struggle you’ll die fast” the skeleton explained. Maddy jumped out of her hiding spot without much thinking and shouted: “HEY! YOU ASSHOLE! LET THEM BE!!!”, then threw at him a cat-shaped attack. The skeleton turned around and got hit on the nose by that. His eyes became all red, filled with tiny error writes. “THE HECK DO YOU WANT?! I’M JUST TRYING TO KILL THIS USELESS ANOMALY!” he exclaimed with a broken voice, literally. He threw some strings from his face to the cat monster. She jumped away and summoned a staff as fancy as the owner. With that one she got near and tried to hit the skeleton. He just moved away and trapped her. “HEY! Do you think this is the way to treat someone?” Maddy exclaimed angrily. The skeleton told her to shut up and looked at the human, then asked: “Is this furry your ally?”. They shook their head. “Never saw her”.

Muffet observed the scene half hidden and when she looked at Maddy, the cat blinked at her. She then started insulting the skeleton for his horrid manners and calling him ‘dwarf’. Muffet took a few seconds to understand the cat’s plan. She got slightly nearer to Grillby and murmured: “A’ight. I sneak behind the skeleguy, and when I get him you free the others. K?”. Grillby nodded and got prepared to move. Muffet slowly, silently shifted from the couch to behind the skeleton. The human saw what was happening and stayed silent, acting as nothing. With the upper pair of hands she created a magic web thread and wrapped it around the skeleton's neck, half crushing it. “HEY- THE FU-” the skeleton tried to say, but Muffet put one of the other hands on his mouth. “Oh dear, it’s not polite to swear like that! I suggest you stay quiet~” she snickered. The skeleton became even madder at the touch of the spider and tried to turn around and kill her, but other two hands blocked his wrists. With the last hand, she patted him on the head. “Oh man, how childish of you! I told you to stay quiet! Stay put and nothing is going to happen, ok? Good~”. Man, the skeleton was angry. In the meanwhile, Grillby freed the other two from all those blue strings. They were too strong to be broken by hand, so he half burned them. “Thanks man! Uhhh… what was your name?” Maddy asked when he helped her get down. “Grillby” he simply answered with his mouthless face. “Cool. I’m Maddy. What about you, human?” they then asked the colorless guy. “Oh, me? My name is Sam”. Maddy hummed: “Sam, alright. Hey Spider girl- i mean, Muffet! How's it hanging?” they then asked. The spider used the only free hand to sign them a thumb up. “I’m alright! This guy here suddenly got quiet. Is he dead?”. The human looked at the skeleton and explained: “no, Error just has a very strong haphephobia. You probably made him reboot. I think you can let him go n-”. Without giving Sam the time to finish the sentence, the skeleton that they called Error (is Error even a name?) summoned a red bone and hit Muffet on the shoulder. She let him go, falling back on the ground, and held her wound. Darnit, the bone almost ripped her arm off. “nO ONe'S GoNnA sURvIVE ThIS tIMe!!” he screamed while summoning a hellish amount of bones flying around without a precise target. Grillby gathered everyone behind him and made some sort of huge fire wall as a shield. Sam huffed. "It's a waste of time! Let's get away" he said. A portal opened under their feets and they all ended in a tiny house.

End of chapter 1

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Hurricane Bianca: More Family, More Problems, Chapter 1 (Bianca x Katya) - BiancaDelRioIsTheBest

Deborah has left Russia and is on her way back to Milford, ready to eliminate Bianca Del Rio for good, but what happens when Bianca takes in a foster kid who's a little quirky to say the least. Will Deborah finally prevail in taking revenge on Bianca, or will Bianca defeat her once again?

Summary - Richard and Demitri talk about having kids and Deborah's making her way back to Milford.

A/N: For clarity, Demitri from Hurricane Bianca 2 lives with Richard in Texas. Carly, Richard, Demitri, and Karma are friends. Deborah escaped the Russian prison when it exploded at the end of Hurricane Bianca 2.

Oh they thought they could get rid of me didn't they, Deborah thought as the shipping container arrived in America from Russia near Texas. She got out the container and walked along the nearest road, she had been walking at least 45 minutes until a car pulled up on the empty road.

"Hey miss, you look a little lost". A young man said, calling out to her. "I am, I'm trying to get back to Milford county". Deborah explained. "Do you want a ride there, it won't be that much of a diversion from my normal path". The man offered. "Sure, I'll take that ride". Deborah accepted. Finally things are working out again, soon she'll find Bianca and get her second round of revenge on her. What was that flaming fruit fly doing anyway?

Richard was sitting in his kitchen grading papers, while Karma and Demitri had random conversations in the kitchen, when suddenly Karma asked this question.

"Have yall ever thought about having kids". She asked. "Not really, why". Richard asked. "Well you've got all this space in your house, it might be fun having a little one around". Karma reasoned. "Please we have enough young rodents to deal with at our schools, plus, we are also little to old to take care of babies". Demitri explained. "Hey, speak for yourself, but he's right, the earth's overpopulated anyway, why create smaller versions of ourselves". Richard added.

"Well if you don't want to create a child, get a child that already exists, then you can chose the age and give someone a good home, in fact, there's an agency for foster kids just outside of Milford, you can go there, put a kid in a safe, nurturing environment, and get paid by the state to take care of them". Karma suggested.

Deborah and the man had been on the road for over 4 hours. "Where getting closer to Milford, it's already dark out, if your tired there's a hotel close by, I'll pay for it". The man offered. "Thank you, you know these past 2 years have been so bad, and here you come being all nice to me, you really are my saving angel". Deborah complimented. "Hey, what can I say, that's just my good nature". The man said as he smiled.

Back at Richard's house he and Demitri were laying in bed, ready to sleep, when Demitri said this, "Do you think we'd make good parents". He asked. "Probably, especially you, my love". Richard commented. "Would you ever want to be a parent". Demitri asked. "Maybe, would you". Richard asked. "I have sometimes, let us talk about this tomorrow morning". Demitri said and they both went to sleep.

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