#wish the lighting wasn't shit tho

[chuuyasheaven]

♡ Everything for you, my love. (pt 2) ♡

Tags: Chuuya Nakahara / afab! Reader, sexting?, sending nudes, Reader's a bit drunk, Husband! Chuuya, EVERYTHING IS CONSENTED, rough sex?, pet names (doll, baby, angel, sweetheart), praising (afab! receiving), spanking (like once), birthday sex, slight teasing, overstimulation?, Reader's wearing lingerie+thighs highs (also has thick thighs), dumbification?, might contain grammar errors, rushed, etc.

Notes: I WANT NEED HIM TO DO THIS TO ME 😔

It really sucked that your husband, Chuuya, had to work, especially on your birthday! He said that he won't have to tomorrow, but you needed him. What's a birthday without him fucking you dumb? You thought about asking him to leave early, but knowing he'll won't. Then you came up with something else. .

You: Hey Chuuya Chuuya: Hey You: I miss you, can't you come home early? :( Chuuya: I wish i could, I'm really sorry, baby. I swear when I come home we can celebrate your birthday You: When will you come home tho? Chuuya: I don't really know, 9pm? You: But that's way too long! Chuuya: I know, I'm sorry I'll try to hurry up okay? You: Alright, let me send something to make it better! ;) *3 attachments sent*

When Chuuya clicked on the photos, his eyes widened. Three photos of you in black laced lingerie with matching thigh highs, all in three different angles. You were lucky he was in his office, anyone could've seen these if he wasn't careful enough!

Chuuya: Are you really gonna do this to me? You: Can't I send you some selfies? Chuuya: I'll be home soon, you better prepare yourself.

You put your phone next to you, waiting for him to arrive. You started feeling excited, thinking about how he would fuck the living daylights out of you. After waiting for two hours, you heard the door open, footsteps making their way to you. Just as you sat up, Chuuya walked through your bedrooms door. He kept on walking until he stood before you, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. "So you could've come home sooner?", you asked in a teasing tone. "It's complicated, but it's not important right now.", Chuuya said, letting go off your chin to pull you on your feet. Chuuya then smashed his lips against yours, his hands now sliding down to your waist.

Separating from eachother, Chuuya continues to speak. "Couldn't my wife wait for me to come home?", he teased, you giggled before responding. "Chuuya, it's my birthday. What kind of birthday would it be if I wasn't spending it with my husband?", Chuuya chuckled before sitting down onto your shared bed, patting his lap as a signal for you to sit down. As you did, he stroked your hair gently, kissing you again. From kissing you deeper, he tasted some light wine in your breath. After the make out session, his hand made it's way to your thighs. "You look so fuckin' beautiful, doll,", he said.

His hand slid down to your black laced panties, playing with your cunt through your panties. Your breath got heavier as he got you wetter than you were before. "You're already wet?", Chuuya asked with a smirk on his face. Your hands made it down to his belt, trying to unbuckle it. When his belt was unbuckled, you then removed everything else in the way until you got his dick out. Before you can fuck yourself on it, he wanted you to beg first. "Nuh uh. You gotta ask nicely first, sweetheart.", you groan in slight frustration before doing what he said. "Please, Chuuya. . I need you so bad right now.", all he did was nod while pushing your panties to the side. You put it inside you and whimpered at the feeling of stretching you out.

Waiting a bit for it to adjust, Chuuya kissed you again. "Now ride me like a good girl, alright, baby?", you nodded, starting to move your hips trying to find a rhythm. His hands on your hips guiding you how to move. As soon you got a steady rhythm, you started to whimper louder while Chuuya was grunting softly. "S–shit, keep going, doll. .",you sped up a little when you suddenly felt a spank on your ass. "Who's a good girl f'me, hm?", you got even more turned on because of the spank when another one was heard. "Answer my question, baby. Who's being a good girl right now?", "Me, I–i am!", you choked out. It wasn't long until you came around him, gushing around his cock as he came inside you.

You were trying to calm down before Chuuya easily picked up and laid you onto the bed. He took off your panties and threw them somewhere. "I can't let the birthday girl do all the work, now can I?", Chuuya slid inside you and waited a few seconds before moving, when you adjusted again, he started to thrust into you. His pace was slow and rough, his grunts becoming more audible. Your whimpers turned into moans now, which were music to Chuuya's ears. He got faster, picking up both of your legs and positioned them on his shoulders, resulting him to fuck into you deeper. You already felt your second orgasm near, chanting his name like an prayer. "You're doin' so good— fuck. . so pretty for me, aren't you, angel?", he praised you again.

"Chuuya, 'm close— ah!", you tried to warn him but he kept on thrusting into you, needing you to gush around his dick once more. "You wanna cum? You wanna cum around my cock again, huh?", at this point you weren't able to talk right now. "Tell me, who was being good tonight?", you tried to really answer but all what left your mouth were only either his name or moans. "C'mon, I know you can say it. I haven't fucked you dumb now, have I, sweetheart?", "N–no,", you managed to respond. "See? Let me ask again, who was my good girl tonight?", you took in some heavy breaths trying to concentrate. "I–it's me. .", you answered him, he smirked before cumming inside you and you came around his cock again.

"Do you want me to continue going or wanna go take a bath? It's up to you, baby."

HOPE YOU ENJOYED BCS THIS TOOK ME A LONGGG TIME !! :)

#chuuya smut #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs smut #chuuya nakahara smut #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #Rei's writing !! ♡

[silversainz]

'family' party

Charles leclerc x reader

Warnings: 100% self-projecting on this one, kinda rushed, kinda long, angst lots of it, sight talks of depression, fake being happy, neglectful parents, cussing, light fluff, small reading front, Arthur being a brother figure. gif doesn't match the fic but just ignore that he's adorable okay. Some errors, didn't proofread because I'm posting from the drafts. Crappy ending.

you clapped your hands loudly and held a cheerful smile on your face as you looked at the happy couple next to your table while their friends sang the god awful song, that is the birthday song. as the song was finally over everybody in the restaurant clapped their hands and sent warm smiles to the birthday girl and went back to eating and their own conversations.

but you on the another hand stared at the happy and smiling birthday girl as she opened up her gift from her boyfriend or husband and screamed in joy when she saw the gift she had gotten. You swallowed down the tears that wanted to fell and looked at the sight of Charles returning back to the table, you put on a happy smile as he sat down.

see the term 'surprise birthday party' was something that you quite didn't fully understand the concept of, including that God awful birthday song. of course you knew what the word meant, hell everybody did. but you just didn't understand the whole hype behind those simple words that made everybody happy and cheerful whenever somebody threw them a party, a birthday party to be exact.

maybe it had something to do with the fact that you had never had a full birthday party with people that you loved surrending you and wishing you happy birthday while giving you hugs and gifs, no you never had that. Instead you had doors slamming, people yelling at each other about useless shit that didn't make sense and somehow put the blame on you, even if you had no idea what was going on. and oh yeah parents that couldn't give two shits about your life and existence, instead of them saying a simple happy birthday to you, they gave you nothing but useless words and how you wanting to go out and celebrate your birthday with a nice family dinner and go play games was stupid and a waste of money.

they told you all that while planning a secret trip to a fancy ass vacation for your siblings and wanting to spoil them instead for their birthdays. that went on for years until one day you asked them why they never wanted to celebrate your birthday and all they gave you was words that would stick with you forever 'birthday party's are for important people and people who deserve them, not some people like you.' after they told you that, that same year you cut them off for good. it wasn't even about the fact that they never gave you birthday party, no it wasn't that, it was the fact that told you countless of times how you weren't that important to them and how they saw you as a friend rather than their only daughter, a friend, a goddamn friend.

you jumped sightly as Charles lightly tapped you on the shoulder and turned your head towards him "hey you alright love?" Charles voice was filled with concerned and worried as you hadn't spoken a word in a little while.

you blinked a few times and shook your head "yeah I'm fine" you picked up your fork and ate your food that was now cold. you felt stupid for letting somebody else's happiness and joy bring you down. but it just hurt so much knowing that you had never experienced something like that and never had such friends and family to song Happy birthday to you.

Charles gave one more look at you and looked down at his plate cutting his steak. you looked at him and looked down at your plate as well, feeling guilty for lying to him again. see Charles never knew that you had never had a birthday party, you always told him that you hated them and left it at that. he understood tho, he knew that celebrating a birthday was not for everybody and so he never tried to get you to celebrate your birthday and instead just brought you your favorite foods and that's all. you didn't complain tho, you loved the food. But you still felt embarrassed and guilty for lying to him about something so stupid.

as the night died down and you and Charles left the restroom. you both drove back to your apartment, with music playing in the background while Charles held onto your free hand. Charles cleared his throat and spoke up, filing up the uncomfortable silence that filled the air. "So you sure you're okay?" he asked softly, concerned and worried still lingering in his voice, as you hadn't spoken a word to him since you both left the restaurant.

the images replayed in your head from earlier, made you look down at your lap and messed with the rings on his fingers. "Something happened tonight that made me realize something and it kinda left a mark on me" you looked at him and saw him making a face that let you know to continue talking "well you know I've never had a good relationship with my parents or brothers" he made a humming sound and grabbed onto your hand tightly to comfort you.

"yes I know" you looked down and once again swallowed down the tears that wellied up in your eyes "well there's a huge reason why I don't have a good relationship with them and why you've never met them" you looked out the window and looked at all the passing trees and lights. "oh honey, your sure you're ready to talk about this" Charles asked and you thought about it for a second but finally you took in a deep breath and shook your head "my parents weren't the best parents that anybody could have, hell I don't even know if I can call them parents honestly" you stopped talking and looked down at your hands. you swallowed harshly and let the tears fall from your face in a silent matter "they never once treated me like their daughter, since the day I was born and I was more like a punching bag for them. I was the daughter who needed to speak less and laugh less. I was the daughter who they yelled at and screamed at for problems that weren't related to me. and I was the daughter who was never invited to vacations, instead I sat my ass at home all day and all night. While they were on a fancy ass vacation" you finished speaking and sobbed, you didn't realize he had pulled over until you felt him pull you into his embrace and let you sob into his shirt.

"I tried and tried to pretend I was happy and fine with the fact that they never gave me anything or told me they loved me at least once. but goddamn tonight, seeing that girl celebrate her birthday. really made me realize that I'm never gonna spend or have a birthday with my own damn parents" you sobbed and felt him rub your back comforting you and bought you closer to him, if that was even possible. "That's the reason why I hate celebrating my birthday. because they ruined it for me" he did say anything, instead he stayed quiet holding on to you so tightly and letting you cry out all those emotions you had built up inside you. you didn't care tho because having him hold you instead of giving you comforting words were so much better in the moment

weeks had went by since you told Charles the truth and you had never been more depressed to say the least. you thought you would feel happy and so much more better to get that weight off your shoulders that you had been carrying for so long, but instead it only made matters so much more worser for you. everyday it was like a constant reminder that you didn't have a single family member that would try to reach out and give a simple hello or how are you doing. and as wrong as it sounded whenever you meant up with Charles's family and brothers it seemed as though your smile only grew faker and faker each time you saw them.

Charles held onto your hand as you both walked into the house that belonged to his mother. "Oh god it sounds wonderful in here" Charles exclaimed excitedly and let of your hand to run into the kitchen where his mother and brothers were at. as he ran off you looked at all the photos on the wall and smiled softly as you saw all the ones with his father and brothers all together with bright smiles on their faces.

"adorable huh?" You jumped and held onto your chest as you looked beside you and saw Arthur standing there, looking at the photos of his father and him hugging each other. "Jesus you sacred me Arthur" he laughed and gave you a side hug. "Sorry. but it's a cute picture huh" he asked again and you lowered your head while nodding your head "yeah it's cute. can you explain this one tho" you pointed at one specific photo and laughed, a real laugh this time. Arthur picked up the photo and chuckled at it

"this was my first time ever driving a car. I remember he was so terrified taking this photo, but so happy that I was finally doing something that I loved' you smiled at the story and rubbed his arm in comfort "it still feels like yesterday, honestly. Me taking him to see me practice, and him taking photos thinking I wouldn't notice, but oh I well" he finished off his story and sat the photo back down, but still staring at it.

you looked at the way he stared at the photo of his father and immediately became emotional, he looked at the photo with so much love and admirement in his eyes and just from that single look alone, made your eyes tear up from the fact that you will never look at a photo of your father or any family member and share that same look he had in his eyes.

Sensing the silence Arthur turned and looked you seeing the way you looked at the photo of his father "you okay?' he placed his hand on your shoulder and snapped you out of your thoughts. "yeah fine, just he seemed like a wonderful man" you told him and swallowed down the emotions that wanted to come up

Arthur dropped his hand from your shoulder and walked over to the couch sitting down "he was the best father. And someone who allowed his kids to be themselves" you sat down on the opposite side of him and looked at the photo on more time before looking away and facing him.

"you got any brothers or sisters" he suddenly asked changing the subject and something in the way he asked told you he already knew the answer to that, but you pushed that thought away and picked at your finger nails as you answered him "yeah two brothers actually. I'm the oldest tho" you gave him a light smile, that you hoped he wouldn't see though and kept your head low, now pulling at your skin on your finger nails.

Arthur noticed how you gave a bitter response and changed the subject again "well Charles told us that your a long way from home, so feel free to consider us family down here" Arthur patted your shoulder and got up from the couch as Charles made his way into the living room "oh there you two are" Charles said and walked over to you giving you a small kiss to the forehead, while holding out his hand making you grab onto it. "Dinner is ready, and we're eating outside. because Mom said so" Charles guided you into the kitchen area and onto the patio where you let a grasp from how pretty it looked outside, food everywhere on the table and lights hang from the ceiling. while soft but barely noticeable music playing in the background.

"oh my God this is beautiful mrs-leclerc" Charles and Arthur chuckled to themselves as they saw the way you looked so amazed by the setting outside. "oh darling, you're so sweet" you took your seat beside Charles and watched as mrs-leclerc cleared her throat making everybody go quiet "so tonight we have a very special someone here" she looked at you and gave you a bright smile. From underneath the table Charles grabbed onto your hand and held it tightly.

you felt nervous for some reason as soon as Charles grabbed onto your hand but you pushed them aside and continued looking at mrs-leclerc "I wanna thank you, honey for not only being such a sweetheart to my son, but also to this family" you felt tears blurry your vision from her words, words that you had never been told before. "And I know honey, although you never told us the reason why, I know you hate this. But you're only here for one more day until you kiddos leave and go to wherever my son's next race is at" you all laughed at her joke and for once you felt actually happy and smiling, ignoring the tears tho.

"now I'm gonna bring something out, but we're not going to sing the song. Just gonna bring it out and you can do as you please" you looked at Charles confused, but the look on his face showed nothing but nervousness and that made you panic on the inside. As mrs-leclerc walled inside the house Charles turned and looked at you "I loved you with all my heart and I want you to know that even if you think you don't have someone to treat you like a daughter or sister to them. you have us, all of us." And with that he covered your eyes with his hands and you felt like throwing up from anxiety and nervousness that took over your body.

silence was all that you heard, only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat beating fast in your chest. your leg bounced as more and more seconds passed of pure silence and you placed your hand on Charles's getting ready to remove it "Charles what's happening" he still didn't remove his hand, only leaned in and whispered "just wait love." He gave you a kiss to the side of your head and finally dropped his hands from your eyes. You blinked a few times adjusting to the brightness when you could see correctly, you saw mrs-leclerc sitting across from you with a cake in front of her.

"oh" was all you could say in that moment. today was September first, your birthday. you had completely forgotten about that until this very moment. "honey if you want me to take the cake back inside that's fine. we can just forget this moment even happened and go back to eating" she told you while leaning over the table and grabbing your hand softly. you felt tears blurry your vision and Charles rubbed your back in comfort. this was something you always wanted, even if it wasn't with your own parents or brothers. you took in a deep breath and relaxed yourself, drying off the tears from your face. you faced her and finally nodded your head.

"it's okay" it was an simple answer, sure. but they knew how hard it was for you to stare at the birthday cake that sat in front of your eyes and not have your own family song or gave you gifts. "We can sing the song or" Arthur jokingly asked from beside you causing you to chuckle through the tears. the song were you ready for that, probably not, but in the moment being surrounded by a family who was more than welling to surprise you with such a meaningful moment for you. "Yeah it's fine. you can sing Happy birthday" you laughed and looked at Arthur who looked shocked at your own words, but he got up in a rush almost knocking stuff over and ran to stand by his mom, who also stood up from her seat.

Charles want to stand up as well but you grabbed onto his hand "stay beside me please" you whispered softly and he understood. Mrs-leclerc lit the candles on the cake and sent you a bright smile. before opening her mouth and singing the birthday song, both brothers following their mom and also singing the song.

In that moment everything froze in your eyes. the family who wasn't your family stood in front of you doing something that your own family couldn't do and this time there wasn't any screaming, cussing or people blaming you for stupid shit in the background. but regardless of that, they still loved and treated you like family by doing something so meaningful and personal to you, they didn't make fun of you or laugh at you like some other people did. no they simply understood you and didn't force you to celebrate your birthday, until this very moment. Tears fell down your cheek as you sat there in the chair feeling like a little kid again where you got to celebrate your birthday one time.

And soon everything stopped no voices could be heard, you wiped the tears off your face and leaned forward to blow out the candles. Charles pulled you into his side while giving you light kisses, both Arthur and mrs-leclerc could be heard cheering and laughing excitement taking over their body as well. "thank you guys so much. you don't how much this means to me" you told them tears welling up in your eyes again.

"don't worry about it sweetheart. you have us to celebrate your birthday with" you smiled at her words and looked at Arthur who looked at the cake almost drooling over it. you laughed at him and picked up the knife "okay first piece is for Arthur because he's already drooling on the cake" you joked and they laughed at the youngest boy who pouted.

A/n: clearing out my drafts sorry for the mess that is this fic.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #Charles leclerc oneshot #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc f1 #formula 1 fluff #formula 1 angst #f1 x reader #f1 angst

[kittievampire]

I had given this idea to someone but it never got made so 🥲 Anyways, I hope you can make something out of this crack idea. Mammon leaving to the human world for like a week for modeling but for whatever reason (you can make one up or it can be a misunderstanding after an argument etc) his brothers think he's leaving them for good. You know never talking to them and cutting off any ties to them. So his brothers beg him not to leave, cry their crocodile tears, promise to be better etc only for Mammon to be confused af and then clear up the misunderstanding 😂 I really hope something can come to fruition out of this dumb ass idea lol.

This one made me cackle in an unflattering way

Sorry it took so long for me to write this for ya, anon, ily tho

There's no MC mentioned in the request, so MC will be a bit of a side character in this one, love y'all

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if ya wanna request!

Don't Leave, Mammon!

Warnings: Family Arguments, Misunderstandings, Light angst, a lot of crack-head energy, MC's just kinda there

Enjoy.

It'd been about three months since you'd left for the human realm.

The House of Lamentation didn't change, it was always in a state of chaos. However, one could tell that your absence had taken a toll on the brothers, each in their own way. Not that this was exactly a bad thing, their lives had been changed thanks to you, and they wanted to carry out your parting wishes to the best of their ability. They became more responsible, more kind-hearted, and more merciful.

However, siblings will do what siblings do best: Argue over bullshit and cause each other stress.

"StupidMammon! Did you take money from my wallet again?!" The Avatar of Envy shouted from across the hall as he approached the white-haired sin. "I was saving that for an exclusive Limited Edition Hana Ruri: Prestige Version Gaming Set, controller, headset, and figurine included bundle! Give it back right now!" Mammon turned his head to face his brother, shades slipping down his nose a bit. "Eh? I didn't steal shit from you, Weeb! Quit assumin' stuff!"

The sound of the door to Satan's room closing made the two flinch, a small sigh following the closing of a book in the blond's hand. "There you go with the lies again, Mammon. Just give him his money back, spare the ones in earshot the headache." The Avatar of Greed jumped, turning toward Satan. "I swear, it wasn't me this time! I didn't do nothin'!" He held his hands up in surrender. "You're being loud," A soft voice erupted form the twins' room, the source being the messy-haired youngest with an irritated expression on his face. "Beel and I are trying to sleep, and you woke him up. Then, he woke me up." The Avatar of Sloth huffed out, the sin in question poking his head out from the crack in the door and the frame.

"Mammon stole my money again!" Leviathan practically screeched, tears welling up in his eyes. "I was saving it on a Limited Edition—" "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Levi. Mammon, give him his money back before he goes on a nerd-rant," Belphegor waved his hand dismissively, earning a nod of a agreement from Beel. "Maybe you should hide it better next time, Levi," The Avatar of Gluttony said, munching on some Spicy Newt Chips.

"I'm tellin' ya, it wasn't me this time! I actually got a modelin' gig up in—" Mammon tried to protest, but was ultimately cut off once more. "What's going on here?" The eldest brother asked, face full of irritation from the bickering of his younger brothers. "Why are ya all suddenly springin' up from outta nowhere like this?!" Mammon whined, earning a stern look from Lucifer. "Of course, you're the culprit, Mammon. What did you do?" He seethed.

"I didn't do nothin'! I swear! Honest to Diavolo, it wasn't me this time!" The Avatar of Greed tried desperately to defend himself, only for his purple-haired brother to argue more. "He stole money from my wallet! I was going to by an exclusive Limited Edition Hana Ruri: Prestige Version Gaming Set, controller, headset, and figurine included bundle!" Lucifer deadpanned at his brother before pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing heavily. "Mammon, make this easy and just give it back."

The second-born looked around, only to see all of his brothers start to gang up on him, all repeating the phrase, "Just give it back," even though he never stole anything! At least, not this time. "I-It wasn't me this time!" Mammon tried to sputter out among the others' yelling. "It wasn't me!" He repeated, hand gripping the door knob to his room.

As the brothers continued to berate the second-born, Mammon turned the door knob and rushed into his room, slamming the door shut and locking it. "I'm fuckin' done!" He threw his hands up in the air, though the tone he had made the statement seem less playful than he meant it to be.

_

Lucifer clicked his tongue, adjusting his black gloves as he took a step toward his brother's door. "All of you just want to give me a headache, don't you?" He asked softly, earning a whine from Leviathan. "My Ruri-Chan!"

"Oh my, what's going on out here?" Asmodeus asked, opening his door and pulling up his face mask. "Do you know how important my sleep is to maintain the health of my glowing and radiant skin? What's the meaning of all this noise?" The Avatar of Lust practically demanded, though he kept a neutral tone because of the eldest's presence. The third-born turned to his brother in pink, pointing at Mammon's room. "Mammon took the money that I was going to use to buy a Limited Edition Ruri-Chan Figurine from my wallet!" He exclaimed, pulling his phone out and fumbling with it for a moment. He nearly shrieked. "And I wanted to be the first one to buy it! That's it, I'm summoning-" "If you summon Lotan, Levi, I can assure you, Mammon will be the least of your concerns." The Avatar of Pride warned, earning a yelp from the purple-haired sin.

Asmodeus glanced between the two before sighing heavily. "Levi, are you referring to the 200,000 grimm you left in my room a few hours ago while you were ranting about how excited you were to get the figurine?" He asked, opening his door wider and pointing to his vanity mirror, lights glowing, and grimm sitting on the desk.

The brothers all exchanged glances, and the eldest growled.

"Leviathan!"

_

When you saw Mammon at your doorstep, you thought that something bad had happened. He told you that he was here for a modeling gig, but you assumed that there was more to the sudden arrival.

"I just figured I'd pay ya a visit while I'm here, nothin' more, g-got it?" He asked, a light blush present on his face as he denied any other reason for his appearance.

You were worried, so you contacted the brothers to see what was going on. You were able to get a hold of Satan, who explained what was going on as best he could.

"I did hear him say that he was... 'done,' but... I didn't expect him to run off like that." The Avatar of Wrath seemed perplexed over the phone. "It seems like he was more upset about it than I thought... I'll tell the others, please keep him there as long as you can. Don't let him leave," He said just before ending the call.

You looked down at your D.D.D., letting out a small sigh as you turned toward your bedroom door.

Did your departure have something to do with this? Maybe you could help in some way.

_

Mammon insisted on sleeping in the same room as you, even if it had to be on the floor. When you were still awake, he'd started rambling on about his brothers and how annoyed he was, and you couldn't help but feel bad for him. He must be going through so much internally, and you were glad he was letting it out, even if it was under a cloak of sarcasm and pettiness.

In the middle of his rambling, though, you heard the front door swing open. Mammon jumped to his feet immediately, worried that there might be an intruder. Lucifer slammed the door to your room open, his brothers spilling out into the room after him.

Asmodeus immediately lept toward his white-haired brother, squeezing him in a tight embrace. "Mammon! Don't leave us!" He whined. "If you're gone, who am I going to party with?! Who's going to be there to splurge on shopping with me, hm?! I can't exactly take Levi or Satan with me!! Leaving is too cruel, Mammon! Too cruel!!"

The eldest looked down at the Avatar of Envy, tilting his head toward Mammon, motioning for him to 'go'. Leviathan shuffled over to his brother, looking up at him with an apologetic expression on his face. "I'm sorry, Mammon. I didn't mean to go blaming you and stuff, that's only what a normie would do. I didn't mean to make you leave!" Beelzebub came up after them, scooping all three of his brothers up into a tight hug, making Mammon wheeze as he tried to breathe properly. "O-Oi—!" "Don't leave Mammon!" The gluttonous demon sobbed, holding his brothers close.

"Beel, let them breathe." Satan chuckled softly, patting the sin on the shoulder. Belphegor and Lucifer stood behind the rest of them, the Avatar of Sloth feeling less enthusiastic than the rest of his brothers, though he could hardly blame them. Lucifer cleared his throat. "Release them, Beelzebub," He demanded. Beelzebub did as told, allowing the gasping demons in his arms to fall to the floor.

"W-What's this all about, huh?! Why're ya all actin' so weird?!" Mammon asked, grasping his chest as if to try and steady his heart beat. Asmodeus grabbed him by the shoulders. "Because you came to the human world to escape us! Because you were through with us, no?"

Mammon blinked.

"I have a modeling gig tomorrow..." He muttered out, making the entire room go silent. You bit your lip, a very frightening aura being emitted from the eldest sin. "And... That's the only reason why you left?"

The Avatar of Greed nodded, causing Leviathan to immediately recoil. Asmodeus kept his arms wrapped around him, tears streaming down his face. "Don't joke around like that again!! I thought I lost the only other interesting person in the House of Lamentation!" He whined.

Mammon scoffed, a small smirk forming on his face. "Of course ya'd be distraught! Losing the one and only Mammon is the most horrible thing that could happen! Ya should be greatful that I didn't!"

Silence fell upon the room once more, with the acception of Asmo's sobbing.

Lucifer then turned to you, a vein bulging from his forehead.

"MC, you would happen to have rope, do you?"

Hope you liked it, anon!

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me on crack #obey me hcs #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me crack

[wonuwrites]

Birthday Boy

A Kim Mingyu B-Day Drabble

Mingyu x reader <3 ft. Wonwoo bc why not

warnings: fluffy as shit, cursing because that's the kinda author I am, mentions lingerie so Minors DNI. just a cute lil thing <3

inspired by: him being born 27 years ago so like Happy Birthday Gyu? Also this song helped

One word: Success. That is what you felt when you got the text from Wonwoo confirming your adorable boyfriend of two years had no clue your plans of his surprise birthday gift.

Kim Mingyu is a smart man and surprising him was a bit difficult. He always knew if you were up to something which is why you had to get his best friend and group mate Jeon Wonwoo involved.

You see, your boyfriend had thought you were in London today for a schedule which was true but schedule ended up concluding a lot sooner than You originally thought. So, you were able to celebrate Mingyu's 27th with him.

The game plan was that the guys were going to take him out to celebrate and you would have his favorite dessert and something you had been working on since he asked you out.

A mini scrapbook with memories you both shared together. It was a bit cliche but you both enjoyed that sappy stuff.

If he wasn't a fan, you made sure to wear a little red set you had bought while in Paris awhile ago with him in mind.

You put on a bathrobe as you heard your phone buzz causing you to quickly glance and see it was Wonwoo.

Wonu: leaving the restaurant. he still has no idea. Wonu: he's a little drunk btw. I tried to cut him off sorry.

Wonwoo's texts caused you to giggle and made you a bit less stressed. Gyu wasn't an awful drunk at all. If anything he was a bit cuter and wanted to cuddle a lot more which was fine with you. You just would give him the scrapbook tomorrow.

Tonight was all about him.

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You were finishing up lighting some candles when you heard the door unlock and you couldn't help but smile.

Your world, your life, your everything was here.

The door opened and suddenly the momet you were waiting for was here. You're handsome boyfriend was walking through the door while taking off his jacket and shoes.

You stood at the end of the hall and waited for him to notice you and it felt like it took ages.

After a million years, Mingyu made eye contact with you and his jaw dropped.

"What?!" he whisper shouted while a smile spread across his face.

You then attempted to sing Happy Birthday to him even tho it was obvious he was the singer between y'all which made his smile grow even wider.

He ran down the hall and wrapped his arms around you and just started cooing.

"Babyyyyyy, you're here?" he said into your hair while rocking you back in forth, "I thought you were in London until Monday?!"

You just giggled and whispered surprise and he just kept hugging you and kissing you all over.

He would never vocally admit it, not to his members, not to you, not to anyone but just seeing you stand at the end of the hall made every birthday wish come true. You were his person and just being with you made everything seem perfect.

After awhile you broke away from each other and that's when he noticed what you were wearing. He looked at you with a curious look before you nodded and he got excited as he started to undo the bathrobe.

"oh Y/N," he gawked as he stared at the new piece you got. "please wear this every day not just my birthday."

This caused you to giggle and place another kiss on his lips.

"Anything for you, birthday boy."

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AHH this was crap but I wanted to finish it before it was officially not his birthday EST. :( Happy Birthday Mingyu <33

#wonuwrites #seventeen #svt fluff #svt x reader #mingyu #kim mingyu #svt #svt drabbles #mingyu drabbles #jeon wonwoo

[charliesgoodboy]

2010 T. KAULITZ♡

we are enemies, we are foes, who are you, and what are those?

TW: based off of this photoshoot, illegal themes(as in just street racing), almost car crash, near death experience, avril mentions, male leaning reader

TOM KAULITZ who has been heard of around at least half of the world, he's a street racer which 'famous' would be a way to describe him, not much to be proud of if the police know of you but he was doing what made him happy in the first place and he'd go straight back to it if the cops really would catch him, and some could have been fond of him.

TOM KAULITZ who was rumored to be dating at least one of the many fans he'd have, in which that was half true. you were a fan of him yet you were also one of the very first so you had gotten to know him over time, you caught his attention and he was one of the best guys you had ever met, minus the fact he was just a bit of a player but it's only a stage act around others, never around you.

TOM KAULITZ that didn't even want to get out of bed, knowing about the race he was having today. it was against avril and she was almost just as sweet but damn her racing skills put others on the edge, caused at least a few car crashes and it is said she won when her car was half beaten up due to someone trying to sabotage the whole event, making the sport more dangerous than it already was.

TOM KAULITZ that wouldn't let go of you when the race was just about to start, his arms stayed around you as small camera lights would flash and his hands were almost shaking and he'd hide his face and kept hugging you tighter. "i can't do it," "yes you can tom, i promise i'll be right here when it's done." "can you race her for me?" "tom i'd like to value my life, but good try." he was given a pat on the shoulder and a small good luck muttered by you as he went out to his car the license plate having his name on it, and the smell of you lingering.

TOM KAULITZ that thought he had a fucking death wish. the girl already caused a crash and kept on as if she didn't do it. but that was the least of his issues, she almost caused his car to crash into a damn stop sign and he could've lost his life. if it wasn't for you specifically he would have never saved himself so quickly pressing on the breaks for the first time in forever. he might just lose this race, i mean only no one has almost ever won against avril in the first place.

TOM KAULITZ who sped pass avril's car across the woman with the flag as the black and white checkered cloth raised up on his side. he won. holy shit he won, and it wasn't a dream or fake reality either. he unlocked his door looking around for you with a big smile on his face, watching as you hopped over the metal bars running over to him probably faster than the speed of light itself. you crashed into his arms, making him take a few steps back as he went back to holding you tight swinging you around your feet off of the ground and around his waist, your lips giving him a kiss. "holy fuck i won.." "hell yeah you won!" "holy fuck! i won against avril!"

TOM KAULITZ who could carry around the title and fact that he won the most important race of his life. "good race tom."

ya'll i think he won idk tho @gaybitchfx @tokio-motel @reallyromealone @secretivemessenger @maneater69666

#tokio hotel fluff #tokio hotel tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x male reader #tokio hotel x male reader #tom kaulitz fluff #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you

[teagballs]

"how can i make it up to you?" | michael bluth x reader fluff

authors note: HEYYYY it's me again. another request whoop whoop: "a michael fic where the reader is sulky bc michael has been neglecting her and he makes it up?"

love this idea tysm for the request i hope i did it justice 👍

cw: a little angst the reader is lonely :( michael makes it up to them tho, gender neutral, pet names, short n sweet!!

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Michael was a busy man. You knew this, of course you did. From the day you started dating he had been sending flowers as an apology for missing date night. Usually his absence was the result of having to stay late in the office, but he had always been quick to reschedule plans. He always wanted to spend as much time with you as his cramped schedule would allow. But lately he had fallen under his massive workload. You had hardly seen him, only when he left for work in the morning and finally returned late in the evening. This and really put a damper on your mood. It was the same day in day out, never seeing your boyfriend.

You groaned at the sight of your empty apartment. It was days like this - when your boss had been a nightmare, when customers were particularly demanding, when you wanted to relax - when you wished your boyfriend was home. You plopped yourself down on the sofa, shedding your shoes and jacket and curling up in a blanket. Exhausted from the day, you decided a nap was the best thing to do. You dozed off.

You eventually stirred once you heard the door open. 'Was that.. Michael?' You questioned to yourself in your dozed state. Michael set his briefcase and jacket on the counter, conscious not to make too much noise, assuming you were still asleep. You made a light groaning noise as you sat up. "Shit, sorry baby did I wake you?" He apologised. "Yeah but it's fine, suppose I'll just go to bed now." You replied, tone upset. You knew it wasn't Michael's fault that he had to work so late. You were sure he was trying his best to come home as soon as possible. But that thought alone didn't make the loneliness of being so separated from your boyfriend disappear. Michael noticed your dejection. He made his way over to you on the sofa, sitting down next to you. "Are you alright?" He questioned. "Yeah I'm OK." You quickly replied. "You don't have to lie Y/N, you're sulking, why?" Michael asked, but he knew the answer. He knew he had been far too focused on work, prioritises his job over his partner.

"It's just," you began, "you're never home. I get lonely," You admitted. Now you avoided looking at him, turning your head away, "I miss you." Michael felt the guilt well in his chest at the sound of your voice, small and sad. "I know darlin', I'm sorry it's just-," Michael stopped himself from giving the same explanation again. He knew you understood why he was away so often. "Hey look at me." Michael spoke softly. You turned your head to meet his gaze. He held you face with his strong hand, looking deep into your eyes. You could melt just from the way he looked at you. "I'm sorry I'm away so often. I hate it too. I wish I could be home with you instead," He spoke. "What can I do to make it up?" He gave you a goofy smile, an earnest smile that made your heart swell.

He had put you on the spot. What could he do? All you wanted right now was to spend some time wrapped in his arms. "Can you stay up a little tonight? Watch a movie, eat some takeout? "Is that all?" Michael teased. "..Cuddle..?" I mumbled. Michael chuckled, "Of course I can." He took your face in his hands and kissed you delicately, full of love.

Michael grabbed the blanket you had previously been wrapped up in and draped it over the pair of you. You shuffled close to him and he wrapped his arm around you. You leaned into his body. It felt like forever since you had been so intimate. Michael placed another gentle kiss on your head as you turned the TV on to watch whatever was on, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were spending quality time with the adoring man you loved so much.

#michael x reader #michael bluth x reader #arrested development x reader #arrested development #jason bateman

[theshifterbear]

Alright look let me explain on my almost shifting attempt.

It was 1:52 am. It was time for bed. I knew it was time for because I was having impulsive thoughts and giggling. I know myself. When I start thinking of doing crazy shit for no reason AND I'm not thinking of the consequences then it's time to wrap it up for me.

So I laid on my back and stared at the ceiling. It was such a vibe. My fan was blowing, I was comfortable as shit, and it was a little chill but kinda warm at the same time. It was amazing. You just had to be there. That was the perfect mode to go to sleep in. I'm about to cry thinking about it. Fuck I wish I can go back 🫦.

But back to what I was saying, I was thinking like 'what if I shifted rn' and a whole bunch of shit. You know when you're tired you let your mind wander and yap about whatever? That's what was happening.

So I close my eyes right? Again I'm thinking about shit that got to do with my dr and shit that has nothing to do with me dr. I'm not even concentrating. I'm just relaxing and waiting for sleep. But my body started to get all tingly.

Now I know the signs of my body going to sleep and that's one of them. That shit was irritating. I'm trying to go to sleep but the only going asleep was my fucking body. So I'm getting mad like I'm thinking 'I wanna shift but I wanna go to sleep. COME ON!'

At this point it seemed like I wasn't going to see sleep 😕. The thing about my dr is when I shift somebody supposed to wake me up. I DID NOT WANT TO BE WOKEN UP! Then I started to think it doesn't matter what time I shift as long as I shift.

Soon after that I started to get flashes of light. You know when you're looking at lights then close your eyes and all you see is red? That's what I was seeing. THAT'S NOT WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SEE! I was trying to see dream land. I fw everyone in my dr (except that one hoe) but I honestly did not want to see them. I WANTED SLEEP!

So then it felt like I was fighting against it but losing. I was happy but I was sad. Of all the times I wanna shift it had be before bed hoe 😒. Eventually I switched positions and got my self to sleep.

Looking back tho I really could've shifted but I was tired.

So guess what I'm saying is shifting is easy and I cock blocked myself. That's the lesson.

#shifting #shifting realities #reality shifting #reality shift #desired reality #shifter #black shifters #shifting community #shiftblr

[pettydollie]

ᴄᴏʟᴏɢɴᴇ - ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘ2

summary: yn deals with the trauma from her toxic ex boyf in a negative way, falling into unhealthy habits. she meets chris at a cafe she works at but has trouble admitting her liking to him, but its even harder when her best friend hates him. warnings/notes: fem!reader, lowercase intended, cursing, reader is in a bad mental state, toxic!bf, dirty thoughts, mentions of sex (no smut tho), bodyshaming, this entire chapter is a flashback wc: 1.1k

you were practically begging for praise, eugh.

"am i good enough?" you asked your boyfriend one night after you jacked him off and then refused to sleep with him. you sat on your bed in a tank top and tiny shorts while he was almost fully naked, only just putting his boxers back on. he turned his gaze to you, raising a brow. he scoffed. "yeah, you did fine."

you wanted to roll your eyes. "that's not what i meant." you swallowed hard, hoping he doesn't think you're an attention seeker. he didn't respond, he just walked over and kissed your neck. "i'm going home."

you pull back from his pecks, nodding your head. you wished he wouldn't go so quick. he was always rushing to leave. you miss being able smell his cologne whenever you two were together; now it's a faint memory. he threw the rest of his clothes on, grabbing his phone when he was finished.

he gave you a peck on the lips before walking to the door. "call me in an hour!" you exclaim. you heard an "uh huh" as the door shut. he wasn't going to call. he probably wasn't even going home. you don't think he's cheating, but you know he's probably going out to a party of some sort.

you wanted to be seductive and give him more than what you did, but you couldn't bring yourself to. you don't think you're that attractive, so you should be thankful someone like him is with you. you rub your wrists that are numb and tired from all the work you did.

and he gave you nothing.

you hate this feeling. the on and off feeling, not knowing if your emotions are even valid. he never put on cologne any more to impress you. he smells gross, but you don't ever mention it.

almost two hours later, you're sitting on your sink in the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. last week your boyfriend told you that you're gaining weight. at the time, you foolishly agreed even though you thought you were okay.

but now, when you're staring into your reflection, really admiring yourself, you decide he's wrong. you're.. pretty. gorgeous even. then you get a disgusting feeling in your stomach. you hate the way he's been treating you. honestly, what were you thinking?

you grab your phone and call him. he doesn't answer. you call again. and again. you scoff, "drop your shit and pick up the phone." you snarl, wishing that for once he'd give you the attention you craved. you hop off the sink, your heart beating. you slip on your mary janes and anxiously swing the door open, not really knowing where you're gonna go.

but your trip out quickly comes to an end when you see olivia standing there, her eyes wide in surprise. "oh.. hi!" she greets, giggling at the coincidence. "were you going out?" she asks. you shake your head, stepping aside to let her inside.

you two lay down on your bed, light music playing in the background. you bring a bowl of strawberries, plopping down next to her as she pulls one out from the bowl. the wind from your open window blows into the room, causing chills on yours and her skin. you giggle at the goosebumps, rubbing her arm up and down to make them go away.

she clears her throat, looking a little shy, asking you've been. you sigh and begin to explain your thought process about your boyfriend.

olivia's pov:

"ugh, what is wrong with him? girl, don't listen to him, you're beautiful." i grimace after she explains what he told her. i wish she'd just dump him already, he's no good for her.

she smiles at my compliment, making me happy. "aw, thank you livvy." she pauses her story, grabbing a strawberry. i watch as her mouth wraps around the fruit, the juice coating her sweet lips. some of the liquid dripped off her mouth, falling into the valley of her somewhat exposed breasts. i suck in a breath.

"oops." she grins sheepishly, wiping it away with her hand. she goes back to the details, "and when i jerked him off today, he didn't even ask me if i wanted anything. like, helloo?? i just felt really bad. i didn't want anything anyways, but he still could've asked, y'know?"

an idea popped into my head. my face goes red at the nasty thought. it was terrible, really. thinking of doing something with my best friend. i guess she noticed though, she asked me if i was okay right after. "uhh yeah." i respond, scratching the back of my head. "just- question. and you totally don't have to answer" i clarify with a straight face

she nods, smiling. i feel butterflies from her sweet demeanor. no one deserves her. "so, uh.. are you a virgin?" i ask hesitantly, not wanting her to be offended. but she isn't. of course she isn't insulted, she's perfect.

"mhm." she sighs, playing with the leaves of her leftover berry. "well.. i could teach you a thing or two if you want?" i blurt out without thinking. oh shit she's gonna hate me. FUCKK! "but you're a girl" she grins obviously, raising a brow. i embarrassingly stutter in reply, "y-yeah, but i've had sex with boys before, so i know what they like." good save.

she thinks for a second. "hm, okay!" she starts pulling off her pants. OH. i wasn't expecting that.

it was great, as expected. but i dont know if i can handle keeping my feelings inside now after that. if anything, it just made me want her more. fuck.

you waved olivia goodbye, shutting the door behind her. wow. you just had sex with your best friend. she suggested it though, so it's no biggie. was it good? ehhh. you didn't cum, but she was just showing you what boys like anyways. you exhale, relaxing on your bed. your phone rings all of a sudden.

damn, maybe this isn't so healthy. did you just cheat on your boyfriend? no. nonono, he'd be happy. you're learning for his benefit. yeah, this is fine. it's not gonna happen again anyhow, so it doesn't even really matter anymore.

you shrug off the thoughts. you try imagining what your older brother breyden would say if you told him about this. he'd always been a little different from the other boys at school growing up, so he'd probably say something stupid about being gay. but you haven't talked to him in forever. you sigh. maybe you should go outside and get some fresh air.

but you don't.

you decide to call your boyfriend one last time before bed. this time, he answers. "we have to talk." he says before you could speak.

tags: @leah-loves-lilies @latinasforchrizz @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07

#ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ #𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸 #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #chris sturniolo x fem reader #chris sturniolo fic #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fanfiction #chris sturniolo story #chris sturniolo series #chris sturniolo x reader series #chris sturniolo x reader fic #sturniolo triplets x reader #chris sturniolo x y/n #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x female reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo angst

[beanswrites]

Headcanons for characters Part 9: MC being heavily injured, The Main 6 from The Arcana

Hello guys!!!

Okay so I woke up today and chose pain. But somebody did request this tho!

Requests for headcanons, fics and drabbles are open! If you have any wishes or ideas, check out my rules for requesting (pinned post) or just pick anything from my prompt list!

Todays headcanons part will be The Main 6 (Asra, Julian, Nadia, Portia, Muriel, and Lucio) reacting to MC being heavily injured/at the brink of death. Again, I'm sorry, but angst is sometimes needed.

Warnings: injuries, blood, mentions of death, really angsty

Enjoy, and here's my masterlist full of luff in case you want to recover from this angst!

masterlist | rules for requesting | prompts list

Asra Alnazar ☾︎

A loud gasp fell from his lips. It wasn't, no, it couldn't be true. This kind of a sight only appeared in his darkest nightmares. He must be dreaming! That's right, he's dreaming, and this is all a bad dream and he'll wake up next to you. Only if that were true...

The huge bloodstain on your stomach made sure to tell them that you were hanging on by a thread. A second, a moment more and you'd be cold, lifeless. At the though, they screamed, running to you as fast as their legs would let them.

He blamed himself. If he never let you fight in this battle, in this war, if he never involved you in this entire mess and actually protected you like he promised, nothing like this would've happened! And to think that you've trusted him, and he let something like this happen.. A spear stabbed you in the stomach. Asra had his back turned, busy with fighting two other people, and at first, he didn't see what happened to you.

You were semi-conscious from the blood loss, as they fell on their knees in front of you. He went over your injury with his hand, and you could hear him muttering through tears: "Work, c'mon! Please, work!" He begged and pleaded for his magic to fix his mistakes. Suddenly, a light glow appeared. It meant that your cut was sown, but if you are going to be okay was still the question. You did lose a lot of blood.

"Oh Gods, MC.. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I.. I should have been there- I should have protected you! MC, please, I'm begging you, wake up!"

Julian Devorak ♥︎

He saw you lying on the ground, a couple of feet away from him. He couldn't believe it, nor understand it. What were you doing? What was wrong? Why weren't you moving? "MC, darling, what are you doing? Why are you laying there?"

Taking a couple of more scared steps towards you, he examined you top to bottom. This wasn't good. From a medical side, it wasn't good. You were acting like his patients when they were very, very sick, or injured. Or worse. "C'mon MC, this isn't funny anymore! Why are you-"

He was cut off by his own actions, as he touched your shoulder. Ice cold. In panic, he turned you around, realizing that your face was pale as a ghost. The red-head quickly unbuttoned your shirt, only to find a fetal, bloody wound spreading all the way across your ribs. Shit. This is the kind of a wound not many of his patients would survive. How could he help you now, when you are so far away from his office?

In absolute desperation, he shouted: "Please, somebody, help! Please, we need a doctor!" And looked around, to find something, anything, that would help you. Once he realized that nothing would work, he took off his coat and placed you in it.

"MC.. Doll, I.. I'm sorry... It could've been me, it should've been me! You didn't deserve this! Gods, MC, I couldn't protect you.. Please forgive me.."

Nadia Satrinava ♔︎

It happened on the square in front of the palace. Many people gathered to look at you, horrified. Everybody murmured and whispered about it, waiting for the doctor to come. However, the countess arrived first.

The second she saw the gathered people, she hurried to see what was going on. The frown on her face became a terrified look once she saw you lying on the cold tiles, bloody and almost lifeless. As soon as the people saw their countess staring at her consort, at her lover, in despair, they silently moved so she could get to you.

Nadia was too scared to speak. She carefully aproached you, kneeling next to your aching body. Through your fogy eyes you managed to see the outlines of her purple hair, and carefully asked: "N-nadi? Is it.. Is it you?" She placed a hand on your cheek, and through her own tears whispered: "Ohh.. It's me, sweetheart.. It's me.. You'll be fine, darling, I promise nothing will happen to you.."

She didn't know if she could keep that promise. Even though she would do anything to protect and help you, maybe there was nothing she could do. But, of course, she didn't want you to worry. If she couldn't actually do it, she at least could've given you hope

"Guards! Get me a doctor, perhaps Julian, or Asra, anyone! Please, MC.. Hold on darling, just a little bit longer.. I swear it'll be fine, you'll be fine.. I would rather die than let something bad happen to you.."

Muriel ❁

He searched for you for hours. Running around the palace, the town, everywhere... Where were you? His heart pounded in his chest as he ran and ran, trying to find you through the crowds of gathered people. The war was over, for everyone. However, the war won't be over for him as long as he doesn't see you alive and well.

The last place he searched was near his own home - in the forest. Where were you? Suddenly, something made him stop instantly. There was a body on the ground, not far from where he was standing. Was it..? Oh no.

Fear washed over him, as he ran towards you. Not you. Not the only person who cared about him, who understood him. Anyone else, just not you! He kneeled in front of where you almost lifeless body was, and gathered you in his arms. "MC... I'm sorry.." He breathlessly cried.

He was usually the calm one, the one who wouldn't get upset easily. But now, Muriel was breaking. He tried his magic, which only sealed the cut, but didn't help with your bloodloss or the infection. Gently, he picked you up from the ground and started carrying you to his hut. He'll take care of you. And make sure something like this will never happen again.

"It's okay, MC... It's going to be okay... I'll take care of you..."

Portia Devorak ☼︎

She couldn't believe it. When the doctors told her you were gravely injured, she didn't know how to process it. What does this mean? Would you be okay again? Would you even survive?

Walking up and down in the hallway in front of your room, she waited for her brother Julian to tell her what your state was. She feared the worst. The war truly was a horrible thing, and it took many souls. Just not your soul. Anyone else, Portia begged.

"Hey, Pasha... I just checked up on MC.. They.. They are doing fine, but their chances of surviving are not really great.." Tears slid down Portia's cheeks as she heard her older brother's words. "Can I see them..?" Julian simply nodded, giving you two privacy.

She entered the room, and saw you laying on the bed, you shallow breaths filling the room as you rested. The red-head couldn't see you injuries, but by the stitches and bandages that spread around your torso, she guessed it wasn't very good. She sat on the bed next to you, and placed a feathery kiss on your cold cheek.

"Rest, MC.. And please be okay... I promise, I'll bake you all of your favorite cookies and pastries! Please, just be okay..."

Count Lucio AKA Montag Morgasson ♕︎

His eyes filled with terror. How could this be? Why was he caring so much about you? Something inside him snapped once he saw your bloody torso. His heart sunk to his feet once he saw you on the hard ground. How did he let this happen?

He ran towards you as he saw red in front of his eyes. The sun was setting and the sky was red, his blodshot eyes were red, the blood on your chest was burning red. Lucio doesn't remember ever feeling that desparate, that scared.

The count looked at you, not knowing what to do. "MC.. I-" Never has such sadness washed over him. He fell to his knees, crying out in fear. His hands roamed your bloody body, wondering why he ever let something like this happen. What was this feeling? Why didn't he tell you earlier?

He picked you up, struggling to hold your limp body because of his metalic hand. He ran as far and as fast as his legs would let him with you in his arms, silently praying for you to be okay.

"Shit, MC- I.. I don't know why I didn't tell you.. Fuck, I love you, don't go.. Please don't leave me.."

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[kaeyx]

the thoughts are thinking... ab that thing where beastzai incapacitated reader via cutting off their legs n arms n shit... imagine one day he gets shit-faced drunk and starts talking about it — not threatening to or teasing you, just mindless rambling about how sweet you'd be, completely dependent on him. obviously it's scary as fuck, but if you cup his face and beg ask nicely that he doesn't, he sobers up just enough in that moment to store the interaction away for later, his eyes empty and soulless as ever as he whispers that he'd never actually do that to you. he was only joking, silly little thing.

OIGJDJVDJV YES PLEASE

He'd have to be completely shit faced tho, and probably sleep deprived. This isn't a light topic and not one he'd bring up at all if he wasn't in a specific headspace. Maybe he hasn't seen you in days, he's absolutely smashed, stressed, tired, and then when he finally sees you you're super sweet to him. Holding him and cradling his face while you try to get him to drink water and put him to bed, all his love and fear of losing you would hit him at once and he'd start rambling about how he's never letting you leave, how you're the best thing in his world, how he'd do anything to make you stay.

Eventually it devolves into barely coherent sentences, Beastzai pulling you into bed with him and stroking your cheek so sweetly while he mumbles about making you his pet, his live-in fuckdoll. Saying he wishes he could chain you to the bed so you could never leave and nobody could ever hurt you while cuddling into your chest like what he's said isn't terrifying.

Of course you try to guide him gently to something else, trying to reason that that's not good for either of you and that he's drunk right now, he's not thinking clearly. But all that does is cement in Beastzai's mind that he'll have to spring it on you when the time comes. He'll just have to hide his plans until he's sure you can't get away.

#dazai.bsd #ejfsjfjejfn oh he makes me feel some kind of way #beastzai.bsd

[inmyhorrorsera]

S5E9 & S5E10 thoughts

Well, I liked it!

The biggest loser here is Episode 9 because all my thoughts are so occupied by the finale that I can't say much about the previous episode which wasn't even bad. So just three quick things:

Finally I get some good fucking food (The Guide content).

"I'm… going…to kill you… Guillermo" gave me CHILLS.

Guidja real.

Now, to Episode 10:

Didn't notice the previous episode how feral Nandor was filmed, his face all darkened except for a beam of light on his furious eyes, good and classic vampire shit!

Nadja Detective Policeman visiting Guillermo in that outfit😩

Wow, Guillermo treating Derek bad after all he did for him really make the point across that he's a shitty person.

There's something so 😙👌 about Nandor going back to Panera, always love a full circle moment.

I don't care about Patton Oswald as a comedian or person due some disgusting shit he pulled years ago, so sadly I couldn't enjoy his scenes with Nandor that much. I loved that after the whole conversation he still killed him tho. I read someone in the tags paralleling this scene to Guillermo and Meg in S3E2, and I fully agree with that interpretation.

Laszlo helping Guillermo and apologizing…😭 He loves him! I would love to see more of how Laszlo feels about his "frustrations" (his innability to help Guillermo, the impotency of seeing Colin grow up and not remember him). That's something that should be explored better next season imo.

Him trying to have a serious conversation but keep getting distracted by the porn is me trying to watch this show as a dumb comedy but getting distracted by the nandermo of it all.

All the vampires visiting him with dumb excuses was so cute. I wish I never see those creatures ever again tho.

Ahhhh Nandor calling Guillermo from his mother in law mom's house was some psycho shit. Also it remind me a bit of Buffy the Vampire Slayer when Spike visits Buffy's mom just to taunt her. Imagine Nandor pulling this shit:

(Silvia immediately stakes him of course).

"My friend, Patton Oswalt, he passed away". The solemn way he says it as if he wasn't the culprit 😭.

The moment of Guillermo putting the stake on Nandor's neck was an explicit sex scene for me and for everyone with good taste.

On the opposite side, Nandor helping Guillermo with the red cape is SO SOFT, it's all about being equals this time.

The Djinn… oof… as someone who was begging for his appearance since the beginning of the season, this stunt left me cold… sorry but everything that starts with "it happened off screen" it's bad writing. It's giving "Daenerys kind of forgot…" level of bad.

Didn't like that suddenly Nandor is smarter than the others (specially if we come from an episode when Laszlo called him 'a fuckin idiot' for not getting the Guide reveal).

I already mentioned this in a post I made last night, but I'll repeat it verbatim here, because I stand by it:

I don't believe FOR A SECOND that Laszlo didn't try to feed Guillermo human blood 🤔 Remember when Nadja on s1 went on an entire mission to help Jenna to complete her transformation? (hey everybody, remember Jenna?) How Guillermo 'all my life I dreamed of being a vampire' did not know that piece of lore??

"Guillermo can't kill people" Umm whoever decided to go on this direction, I recommend them this show on FX called What we do in the shadows it's very good! (when consistent).

I…. don't trust that "Guillermo is not cut to be a vampire" stuff… sounds like retcon… BUT! I love the "Guillermo is not cut to be a vampire YET, specially if he isnt sired by Nandor" interpretation.

From the beginning I had this hunch that Guillermo's longing for a family and community (I'm not saying he dislikes his bio family, but obviously he grow up distant from them, probably for being queer and feeling like "an outsider") was a reason for being so desperate to become a vampire. Now that he has the family (bio AND chosen) and the community, it's his time to think if he STILL wants to be vampire or not (and he said at the fake ceremony that he still wants it 😌).

Lmao Guillermo's beard... that thing... didn't look like it was growing from Harvey's face.

🗣️HE 🗣️KEPT 🗣️THE 🗣️GLASSES!!!

More Derek! And with better make up than that ashy talcum powder nightmare from Episode 1!! WTF they got rid of another character of color again??!! Benedict Wong what are you doing here???!!! Yay??????

I really like that Topher is a "functional" zombie in comparison with his state in S2E1, it makes sense with the zombies we saw on the original movie.

Still weird that we end the episode and season here, with Derek happy ending?

HOT take but I like that it didn't end on a cliffhanger, considering that we don't know the state of the show post strikes yet AND after s4 I don't trust this people with cliffhangers ever again lol.

Now that the season is finished I came to realize Nadja's entire arc AGAIN was a big 'ol nothing, huh? The hex, her Antipaxos found family, the little stunt as a teacher, literal "throw at the wall and see what it sticks". I'm sorry but I'll repeat: WWDITS learn how to write women challenge.

Excited to see how Guillermo and Nandor's relationship will develop from now on, I know some people are frustrated but as someone who is used to slow burns being SLOW this is my shit. I joke a lot about the pairing but also I understand that this is the shit&farts show first, nandermo nation second (unlike some people that appears they only consume and rate media depending on how much kissy kissy is on the screen).

From 1 to 10, I'll give this season a 7. Not that good as my god tier seasons (S2 is a 9, S3 is a 10), but not so bad as S4.

What I want next season:

Guillermo NEEDS to be a Bad Bitch again: slaying vampires like the Van Helsing he is, being gay af, not being scared to sass out Nandor, etc.

Laszlo and Colin NEED to have a real talk.

Consistency.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEARN HOW TO WRITE FOR NADJA I'M ON MY KNEES AT THIS POINT!!!

#sorry if this is rambly have to rewatch both episodes again last nite i had zero braincells #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nandermo #wwdits thoughts #wwdits spoilers

[reallydumbdannyphantomaus]

Reset

Valerie, Paulina, and Danny are stuck in a time loop as the end of the world looms. It goes about as well as you'd expect. (ao3) (p.s. if you read an earlier version of this already, this is a longer and more complete first chapter, tho the first section is almost entirely the same) also tagging @not-your-average-url since they specifically requested it

Loop 0

"Oh my god, Valerie, do you have to be so dramatic?" Paulina snapped her compact mirror closed, meeting Valerie's glare with her own, just as fierce. "Now we're both in trouble."

"Don't say shit about my dad, then," Valerie said, fingers clenching at her side, "and we won't have a problem."

"I didn't say anything that wasn't true."

"My dad baked you brownies every year for your birthday, and you called him a fat loser to my face. You should've expected to get punched."

Stuck between them outside Principal Ishiyama's office, Danny sighed. Sam and Tucker were right: he'd developed too much of a "hero" thing. Jumping in the middle of Valerie and Paulina's fight to break it up only got him sent to the office as well. He should've left well enough alone, but it was too late now.

"You and your dad's fall from grace isn't my fault. All I did was acknowledge it."

Danny groaned. It was the end of the school day. The last bell was about to ring. And here he was, trapped between two angry former crushes.

"Paulina, could you stop being an asshole for, like, five minutes?" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose where his headache pounded. He just wanted to go home and pass out. Between Skulker and his homework, he'd only gotten about an hour's worth of sleep last night.

Paulina scoffed. "Whatever, Fenton."

Valerie turned her glare on him. "I don't need you to fight my battles, Danny."

"I really just wish you wouldn't fight at al—"

A wisp of blue air escaped his mouth just as the world exploded in light and noise and pain.

Loop 1

Danny burst awake to his blaring alarm.

The world came into focus bit by bit, as the jackrabbit pace of his heart slowed to a normal pace. Danny could make out the glow-in-the-dark stars over his bed, faintly shining in the morning light.

“Danny, if you’re not ready in 15 minutes, you can take the bus to school! I’m not waiting!” Jazz yelled on the other side of his door. 

“Uh, okay!” he yelled back, trying to keep his voice from quivering. Was it… a dream? It all felt so real, so normal, even, right until the end…

The smell of burning bread wafted into his room. Mom burned her toast again. She burned it in his dream, too, but she burned it most days. That didn’t mean anything. Had Jazz yelled at him in the dream? He wasn’t sure. He’d been pretty sleep deprived so a lot of the day was pretty fuzzy.

He had the strangest sense of deja vu the whole day. When he got to school, Dash knocked into him in the hallway and sent him crashing into the locker. This happened most days. Less common was Sam shouting “Douche Baxter!” after him. She’d said that in the dream, too.

“New nickname?” he said.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess. I mean, it fits him well enough, right?”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah.”

Sam frowned. “Are you okay? He didn’t actually hurt you, did he?”

Danny waved her off. “Nah, Skulker gave me worse last night. Just some… weird deja vu.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Okay, well. If you change your mind…”

“You and Tuck will be the first to know, I promise.”

“Good.”

The rest of the day wasn’t any better. Dash stumbled over the same presentation on the industrial revolution he vaguely remembered sleeping through in his dream. The cafeteria served the same almost-crunchy tuna noodle casserole. Mikey slipped in the same puddle after one of the football players removed the CAUTION: WET FLOOR sign.

“I think I’m going crazy,” he said as Nathan helped to pick Mikey up off the floor.

“And this is news?” Tucker said. Sam elbowed him. “Ow.”

“What he means is: what makes you say that?”

“I just—I had this dream last night, and I think it’s… coming true?”

“Like a prophetic vision?”

“Something like that. Like, in my dream, Mikey slipped in the puddle just like that.”

“So?” Tucker said through a mouthful of his turkey sandwich. “Mikey falls all the time.”

“It’s not just that. It’s—I swear I heard you call Dash ‘Douche Baxter’ in the dream too. And I heard his presentation, too.”

Sam sat back in her seat, humming thoughtfully. “What else happened in the dream? If we are living your dream, then what happens next?”

“Ugh, I don’t know. I only remember bits and pieces. The next thing I remember for sure happening is Valerie and Paulina getting into a fight in seventh period.”

Tucker laughed. “Oh, I’m putting money on Valerie to win that fight. A hundred percent.”

“Okay, well how about this: if the fight happens, then you’ve got some weird prophetic vision going on. If it doesn’t, then it’s just a weird dream.”

“Works for me,” Tucker said around another mouthful.

“I guess,” Danny said. The ending of his dream played on a loop in his head. He was pretty sure they’d died there at the end.

He really hoped Valerie and Paulina didn’t fight in seventh period English.

The clock ticked interminably slow the rest of the day. Every sound made him jump. He turned his head at every movement. Every word spoken was checked against the catalog in his head of his half-remembered dream. He second-guessed everything that happened around him. Had Kwan sat down quite so heavily in his dream? Did Star ask that question? Yes, she definitely had. He remembered it. Right?

As the bell rang for seventh period, every muscle in his body ached with the strain of being held in tension for so long. In his dream, Valerie and Paulina had got up to fight almost immediately after the bell rang. Lancer hadn’t even gotten class started yet.

He eased himself into his seat, staring between Valerie and Paulina, both of whom seemed… set on ignoring each other. His eyes darted back and forth, but neither of them even looked at the other. Lancer moved to the front of the classroom and wrote The Scarlet Letter on the board and the two girls were both still staring at their desks.

Danny let out a sigh of relief. It was just a dream after all.

Lancer’s class passed in a blur. He pillowed his arms on his desk and let the teacher’s low drone lull him.

As he had almost passed out, he gasped as the cool mist of his ghost sense escaped him. He looked out the window to see something bright and green and burning race toward the classroom. He stood. Paulina screamed.

The world exploded again.

Loop 2

Danny burst awake to his blaring alarm.

—

Loop 0

Sometimes, Valerie couldn’t believe she was ever friends with Paulina Sanchez.

She wasn’t always this girl, was she? She wasn’t always someone who dragged everyone down to make sure that she was always on the top, right? At some point, the two of them were just normal, everyday friends.

Weren’t they?

Over Danny’s head, Valerie glared at Paulina, who was fixing her makeup. Whatever the past, the present reality was that Valerie was no longer Paulina’s friend, which apparently meant that she was now Paulina’s target.

She could handle it, though. She would never be favored by school administrators in a fight regardless of the context, so she had gotten excellent at not reacting.

Until Paulina brought her dad into it.

Valerie clenched her fist at the thought. Damon Gray had always been kind to Paulina. She’d even told Valerie once that he was more of a father to her than her own dad. He didn’t deserve the words that came out of Paulina’s mouth.

"Oh my god, Valerie, do you have to be so dramatic? Now we're both in trouble."

“Don’t say shit about my dad, then, and we won’t have a problem.”

Danny cringed between them. Poor guy, getting stuck in this mess. He really should’ve just let her go to town on Paulina rather than getting in the way.

“I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

“My dad baked you brownies every year for your birthday, and you called him a fat loser to my face. You should've expected to get punched.”

"You and your dad's fall from grace isn't my fault. All I did was acknowledge it."

"Paulina, could you stop being an asshole for, like, five minutes?" Danny finally spoke up, a heavy layer of exhaustion in his voice. Valerie had no idea why he insisted on staying up so late every night, but it clearly took its toll on him. She was pretty sure she’d seen him dozing in each of the three classes they shared.

Still, she didn’t need his help with Paulina. It was her own problem.

"I don't need you to fight my battles, Danny."

"I really just wish you wouldn't fight at al—"

Danny gasped mid-sentence, and the world erupted.

Loop 1

Valerie jolted awake.

Cold sweat stuck the old Humpty Dumpty t-shirt she slept in to her back. Each breath came out as a stuttering gasp. She pounded her chest with her fist, desperate to get some control over her breathing.

A knock on her door. Her father’s exhausted voice. “Val, I’m heading to bed. Have a good day at school, sweetheart. I’ll see you for dinner? My shift starts at 8, can you be home in time?”

Valerie took a deep breath. Then another.

“Val?”

“Yeah!” she said, keeping her voice more-or-less stable. “Yeah I can—I can make it.”

“Good. Good morning!” he said with a chuckle. It was her dad’s new favorite joke: now that he worked the night shift and went to bed in the morning, he said “good morning” the same way most people said “good night”.

She heard the soft click of his door closing and let out another halting breath. It was 7:15 AM. School started in an hour. Last she remembered, school had blown up.

She got ready in a haze, showering, getting dressed, eating. She packed up her homework that she’d done two nights ago (last night? Was that whole day a dream? A vision?) and changed into her Red Huntress armor. Elmerton was a ways out of Amity Park proper and it had its own high school. Dad, though, had taken one look inside it and its broken lockers and moldy ceilings and marched right back out.

So she still went to Casper High, despite the commute. Besides, her dad had said, he didn’t want her to leave all her friends.

(She hadn’t yet figured out how to tell him that only Star would still talk to her, that Paulina and Kwan and Dash had dropped her like a sack of potatoes at the first sign of trouble. Kwan had come up to her and apologized two months ago, but she wasn’t ready to forgive so easily. She held grudges like it was going out of style. Ask Phantom.)

So she covered up her Huntress activities with stories of going to Paulina’s house. She got to hunt ghosts and protect the town, and her dad got to think that she was living a normal teenage life. It worked out for both of them.

Flying to school cut down on her commute a lot, too. Instead of 45 minutes, she could get over there in just 20 minutes, 15 if she booked it. And today was a “book it” kind of day, if only to get through the weirdness as fast as possible.

Unfortunately, the weirdness kept coming. At her locker, she heard Sam Manson’s shout of “Douche Baxter” just before Dash jogged past, laughing at what looked to be Danny Fenton, picking himself up off the floor. Typical Dash, except it happened the same way in her dream.

Nathan came up to her in third period. He did that a lot, too, but he didn’t usually do it with yellow roses—except he did today and in her dream. Mikey slipped and fell in the cafeteria, again; Tyson, one of the football player who used to jokingly flirt with her, moved the CAUTION: WET FLOOR sign just in time to Mikey to walk by. Coach Tetslaff gave Tucker Foley detention for being on his phone. Again.

None of this was odd behavior, except it had happened the exact same way in her dream.

“C’mon Val, keep it together,” she whispered to herself. “This doesn’t mean anything. It could just be a crazy coincidence.”

The only thing in her dream that wasn’t common was the fight with Paulina. Paulina was often mean, but she had never come for her dad like that before. Valerie had always thought they had an understanding that Damon Gray, at the very least, was off-limits. If Paulina said the same things to her in seventh period English, then she’d know for sure something was up.

(She ignored the voice in her head that said that would be too late.)

So when English came around and Paulina couldn’t even look at her, she breathed a sigh of relief. As Lancer launched into his lecture, she glanced around the room. There was Paulina, staring at her desk, scribbling notes. Kwan, behind her, drumming his fingers on the desktop, humming something under his breath. Danny, behind him, head pillowed on his arms, not even pretending to pay attention. She smiled a little; maybe they hadn’t worked out, but he was still pretty cute when he was sleeping.

It happened like this: Danny gasped. She turned to the window to see something radiating green and fast approaching. Paulina screamed.

The world exploded again.

Loop 2

Valerie jolted awake.

—

Loop 0

"Oh my god, Valerie, do you have to be so dramatic? Now we're both in trouble."

Paulina dabbed the finishing touches of her foundation before snapping her compact mirror closed. Her cheekbone still throbbed where Valerie had gotten in one good punch before Fenton got in between them. It would probably bruise later, but Paulina was determined that no one but her would ever see it.

“Don’t say shit about my dad, then, and we won’t have a problem.”

Well, if Valerie would’ve ever reacted to the other things she said, then she wouldn’t have had to go after Mr. Gray. And besides—

“I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

Valerie clenched her fist like she was going to hit her again. Paulina half-hoped she would, so that maybe she could come off as just the victim in this. She really didn’t want to deal with her papi if he found out about this little adventure to Principal Ishiyama’s office.

“My dad baked you brownies every year for your birthday, and you called him a fat loser to my face. You should've expected to get punched.”

"You and your dad's fall from grace isn't my fault. All I did was acknowledge it."

"Paulina, could you stop being an asshole for, like, five minutes?" There was Fenton, butting in again. For such a loser, he seemed to have a real problem minding his own business.

"I don't need you to fight my battles, Danny."

"I really just wish you wouldn't fight at al—"

Fenton gasped. She was conscious of something ripping her apart, then she was conscious of nothing at all.

Loop 1

Paulina screamed into awareness.

The numbers on her alarm clock read 7:15—15 minutes before she usually got up. One of her proudest achievements was when she perfected her 10 minute makeup routine, meaning she could get ready for the day with only 45 minutes before the first bell.

This was the first thought on her mind as she calmed her racing heart. Not whatever strange nightmare had woken her up, but that fact that it had robbed her now of her most precious, fought-for, extra 15 minutes of sleep.

She groaned aloud, flopping back in bed and squeezing her eyes shut, like she could go back to sleep through sheer force of will. After a minute, it became obvious that she was still too shaken to doze off again. She flipped off her alarm and, pushing herself to her feet, began her morning routine.

She showered. She ate breakfast—Honey Nut Cheerios, except they were almost out. She’d have to remind Alma to pick up more on her next trip to the store. She did her makeup, adding a little flare in her eyeliner and eyeshadow, since she had the extra time. She put on the outfit she’d laid out last night, careful not to smudge anything, got in her custom-made pink convertible, and left for school.

Later, Paulina would never quite admit how long it took her to notice anything was wrong. In her defense, her days had long since melted into a blur. She barely knew where one ended and the other began in a normal situation.

It wasn’t until Mikey slipped in the cafeteria that she caught on.

Mikey fell, often. But Tyson wasn’t usually the one who messed with him; this was something new. After he stole the sign and Mikey ate it, Paulina watched Tyson look directly at Dash, an odd little blush on his face as the other boy laughed.

Oh, Paulina thought, I’ve seen this before.

In her dream, she’d thought it weird that Tyson was trying so hard to get Dash’s attention when he could clearly do better. She noticed it because it wasn’t normal behavior. This wasn’t an everyday thing. For something like this to happen both in her dream and in her life was just… too weird.

She ran the events of her dream back through her head. Most of the day was the kind of unremarkable that she couldn’t remember for the life of her, except for right now and—

And the end. The fight with Valerie, Fenton intervening. 

Her dying.

Well, if it was some fucked-up prophecy, she just had to keep it from coming true, right? She instigated the fight with Valerie there in English. She was big enough to admit that that part was on her. So then all she had to do was keep her big mouth shut and her dream wouldn’t happen.

Easy-peasy.

She couldn’t quite keep her hands from shaking through the latter half of the day. Every second was too long and not long enough. When she finally walked through the door of Lancer’s classroom, she nearly fell into her seat.

“Are you okay?” Kwan whispered from behind her. She coughed out something like a laugh.

The bell saved her from having to give an actual answer as Lancer ushered them all into their seats to begin his lecture. Paulina stared at her desk the whole time, avoiding Valerie’s desk at all costs. She scribbled on a piece of paper just to have something to do with her hands.

And… nothing. Valerie said nothing to her. A quick peek behind her revealed Fenton sleeping at his desk (as always). The tap-tap-tap of Kwan’s fingers on the desk between them kept pace with her beating heart.

She dared for a moment to think it was safe.

Then Fenton gasped. A green light overtook the classroom. She screamed as the world exploded again.

Loop 2

Paulina screamed into awareness.

#danny phantom #dp fanfic #my fic #danny fenton #valerie gray #paulina sanchez #time loop fic #yeah ok so i wrote a whole chapter #dont come for me #i'm still working on switch but this is living in my brain and i needed to get it out

[properparadox]

A look back at 2023

I rarely wrote anything here nowadays. Having someone to talk to really changed a lot. But hey, this has been a tradition, so let's look back at 2023.

The year started slow, at least for several days, until  I was told to attend a Welding Inspector course. At that time, it had been years since I even hold an electrode holder. Suddenly everything changed. Until the end of March, my days were filled with classes and practice, for six days a week, 10 hours a day. The course were finished, and now I am an IWIP, probably (I haven't even received the diploma, but I wasn't invited for the retest).

This year, I went back and forth between Bandung, Solo and Purwokerto, to meet the love of my life. She graduated this August after such a struggle, so that was great.

Even though I still had less than two years in this job, I became a speaker on two different events. One for a Failure Analysis forum, and the other for a Solidworks event. After finishing my Welding Inspector course, I was also asked to teach the next batch of WI students on Destructive Testing module. For these experiences, I still need to learn a lot on how to speak in front of many people. Especially when teaching, I felt that I messed up on the timing and flow of the class.

Then, my first in-situ metallography job! And the second, and third, and fourth. They were tiring, sometimes we had to work nights, but those were interesting nonetheless.

On that family issue, I think it was pretty much finished, after spending quite a lot of money. Tho perhaps some help is still needed in the future. Oh, and shits still happened. Of course, that single person fucked up.

And all of a sudden, my relationship with @vanilachocolate progressed quite far. Hopefully everything will be a smooth sailing next year *fingers crossed*.

Writing this, I realized that a lot, and I mean A LOT, has happened this year. But again and again, I kept feeling that I didn't really grow much. I still feel lost, having no idea on where to go and what to do to improve myself. The department where I work at now is in a mess, and I'm having a hard time to move on from my previous job. I even attended a webinar that was not related at all to my current job, just because it had some relation to my previous one (the webinar was about Industrial Design). Even I had this crazy idea, to get certified as a national IP consultant, and perhaps I can return to my previous career. It was a very long shot, but honestly, I'm not sure about anything else.

When I finished typing this, light earthquake shook. The second time today. Before various dark thoughts come, let me close this year by wishing that 2024 will be a kind year for all of us here.

[gaybananabread]

for tickletober, could you do 25 with lee!macaque and ler!wukong? no pressure tho!!

Absolutely! Sorry this came out later than normal, school got in the way.

Lee: Macaque

Ler: Wukong

Summary: Macaque's craving attention, and Wukong makes sure he gets his fill.

Warnings: slight swearing. This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

"MACAQUE!"

The soaking wet Monkie King stormed down the hallway, searching for the mischievous culprit. Mac had been pulling pranks all week, including an automatic water balloon launcher outside Wukong's bedroom. He was pissed, to say the least.

He used his powers to dry his fur, leaving it poofed up. "Dang it." He tried to smooth it out, but his efforts just made it worse. "Macaque is so getting it.

Mac's other jokes had consisted of flipping his bedroom upside-down, leaving clingy shadow clones in his closet, and switching all his clothes out with pink bunnie onesies. This was the last straw, and the king was out for revenge.

The simian in question was hiding out in his room, creeping in a nearby shadow. He was silently laughing to himself, fist-bumping the shadow clone that set off the launcher. He was confident he wouldn't be caught, and with a few compliments, he would be out of any and all trouble.

He was wrong.

*BAM* "Gotcha!"

He yelped, startled by the slammed door, and fell into the light, looking up at an angry Wukong. "O-oh, hey Peaches. Your fur looks great, you do something new with it?" "That is IT!"  He was scooped up by the monkey and tossed over his shoulder. "Hey! Put me down!"

Mac was ignored, and promptly tossed on his bed. Wukong followed, straddling him. "You are such a jerk! You've played all these annoying pranks, and for what? To mess with me?" He laughed nervously. "Oh come on, you know they were fun! And you're not hurt, so no harm done! Now just let me up, and we can watch a movie or som-" "That's it! You want attention!"

He froze, tensing under Wukong's grip. Shit. Just the realization he wasn't looking for. "Whahat? No, I was just- you know- havin' fun!" He scoffed. "Yeah, no. You only piss me off when you want attention. And considering everything you did, you must be pretty needy. Maybe, ya know, asking would help."

Nah, too much work. "But, doesn't matter. I've got the perfect idea. You get attention, and I get some revenge." He put his hands on Mac's sides, tapping his fingers. He squirmed around fighting a smile. A blush crept onto his face, dusting his cheeks a lively pink.

"Awe, you're blushing! That is so cute! Now try and smile!" As soon as he said those words, the corners of Macaque's mouth twitched upward, receiving a coo from the king. It shouldn't be that easy, but it was. He had him pegged; he wanted attention all week. He didn't want to ask. And he wasn't opposed to this method either. He just wished that the teasing was gone.

"Cohome on!" He arched a brow, smirking. "Come on what? Come on and tickle me? Come on and turn me into a puddle of cute laughter? Come on and make me admit you're right? Gotta be specific, bud." Said simian groaned, giggles lacing his defeat. He knew that he had to ask, but he REALLY didn't want to. The teases were already getting to him, and asking would make everything worse. Damn it.

"Cahan- can youpleasetickleme?" His face was ruby red, spreading from the tips of his ears down to his neck. "Sorry, what was that? Gotta speak up, Plum." That got him kicked, but it was worth it to see the look on Mac's face. "Can you plehease ti-tickle me?" As the words left his mouth, wiggly fingers descended on his ribs, scratching at every bone.

Mac burst into happy, unrestrained laughter. He had been craving this feeling all week, and it was like like giving alcohol to an alcoholic. It tickled really bad, but it felt so good.

"WUHUKOHOHONG!" He tweaked a bad spot, causing the monkey below him to shriek. "Yeeeees?" Before he could answer, one hand dove into his armpit, and laughter was all he could manage. "Huh, guess it was nothing."

When the tickle assault paused, Mac drank in some much needed air, giggling away the phantom tickles spreading on his torso. "Ready for round 2?" He looked up at Wukong, breathing in a few more times before nodding.

"Let's try up here." He hovered his fingers over Mac's neck, causing him to scrunch up his shoulders. "Thahat's not fair. It's a bahad spot!" He sighed. "Well, I guess I could go somewhere else, like your thighs. Get that spot riiight in the back that makes you scream. It woul-" "Fine! Juhuhust- just get ihit over with!"

Fingers glided across his neck, and he melted into the touch as his tailed thumped against the bed. His hiccupy giggling filled the room. "Music to my ears!" When he moved up to Mac's ears, the giggles started jumping around in pitch.

"WuhukoHOHOng! *snort* IHIHIT- it's so BAHAHAHAD!" The king gasped, a smile appearing on his face. "Did you just snort? That is so cute! Do it again!" He scratched along the shell of his ear, awarded with another snort and some squeaky giggles.

Macaque was lost in a world of giggles and snorts. The feeling was amazing, and he loved spending time with the other monkey, though he'd never admit it. This was the happiest he'd been in weeks.

Wukong admired his work. Mac was a breathless, blushy mess. The blush on his face was a fiery red, enveloping his and ears. While this was one of his favorite sights ever, he knew that the ravenette was spent. He stopped the tickling, instead using his hands to rub at Mac's ears, soothing the phantom tickles.

As soon as we was released, Mac curled in on himself, giggling away the remaining tingles. Behind him, his tail subconsciously intertwined with Wukong's. Said monkey lied down next to him, snuggling up. They cuddled on the bed, both happy with how the day had gone.

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[bellezabelize]

✨Weekly Tag Wednesday!✨

Tho here, it's already Thursday

Thanks for the tag @jrooc ♡. I'm a tumblr loner, so no tags from me 😅 hahaha.

how is your day going? Pretty damn shite, have another two hours to work through with an attention span of a goldfish.

are you okay? Nah, if it wasn't for meds I would have a full on depressive episode.

are you single? Indeed.

are you happy about that? Yes, I don't do romance, tho I think it might be nice to have someone to come back to and share the daily shit with.

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour? Obviously it's Hamlindigo blue 💙.

what age do you feel in your brain? Good question, it tends to swing between 19 and 69.

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you? Both? Had a few years between severe depressive episodes, when I was doing crazy shit while maniac, but other than that I don't think I was ever truly happy in a healthy way and currently my life is shit, so I can only hope the actual good times are ahead of me.

do you have a best friend? Yeah, I do.

did you have a childhood pet? Yes, I had crazy-aggressive rabbit and few other pets, till I finally got my mum to get me my dream dog - a foxterrier. Been with me for 12 years - sadly she passed away when I was about 21.

do you light candles or incense? Incense, then I read tarot for shits and giggles, but apparently what I see helps some people so that's nice? I'm basically younger version of Professor Trelawney, and my room smells like her classroom, lol.

are you busy Friday night? Yeah, team outing. I would skip it, but I've already missed the last one and don't want to be accused of not being into company values. I will have one beer and go home.

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in? I used to do gymnastics and I do aireal yoga sometimes so maybe something involving that.

what's the last thing you created? An invoice, lol. Apart from that, the lunch I had today at work - considering I enjoyed it despite the lack of appetite, it was pretty fuckin good.

what is your favourite outfit? Either my pale blue dress, or black tennis skirt with some nice sweater. Unless I'm depressed like today, then oversized hoodie and some yoga pants.

what is your favourite fic or book of all time? Fuck, I have too many. Maybe from the top of my head "The Dead Zone" for a book and "Stages of Hope" for a fic.

what are you looking forward to? Long term, getting a new job and leaving my shithole of a country, as for today, smoking weed, cuddling with my cat and reading/watching something.

what can put you immediately in a better mood? Fanfictin and Shayne Topp reading reddit stories.

do you like hugs? Depends, I'm very particular about who can hug me. I can really like someone and feel awkward when they hug me, or I can meet someone for the first time and feel comfortable in their arms

what is something you wish people understood about you? I’m bitchy and won't sugar-coat, but I will go an extra mile to help you, if you're my friend. Also, I'm not just moody, I'm bipolar. I can ghost people for a week, not because I feel like ignoring them but because holding a conversation even getting out of bed is too much of an effort. And when I go overly mad, that's because I'm maniac, and not just being dramatic for the sake of causing drama. My bank account is really sad when that happens, lol.

#tag game #probably tmi

[romanarose]

I read your moon boys dating a reader with bulimia fic and even tho I don’t have an eating disorder I found it weirdly comforting?? It got me wondering if you’d write a similar post but with a reader who has extreme anxiety/agoraphobia. Mine personally makes me really nauseous and sweaty and dizzy and I wish I had the moon boys to help :( if you don’t feel comfortable writing this prompt that’s totally fine too! No pressure

hi! I was laying down for bed when I saw this and felt really drawn to get back up and write this! I had a good friend when I lived in Nebraska with agoraphobia, we met when she was able to get back to work and we worked at olive garden together. My house was the first house she had been in in years. Some of these are specific to what I know from her as she's my only frame of reference.

Moon Boys with a reader with Anxiety/Agoraphobia

Marc Spector

Marc is no stranger to anxiety, he gets it

Obviously not agoraphobia, as he goes about doing all this wild shit, but anxiety he gets.

He's a little nervous around the idea of medication, but if it helps you, he gets used to it.

He'll take things little by little, whatever you're able to do, he will be there

But he's not letting you stay stagnant, and not letting you get worse.

He's familiar with the work it takes to get better, and knows you can do it

Of course, if you're having a bad day, or a bad week, that's perfectly okay, as long as you get back up and keep trying.

He's constantly muttering "great job, baby" for every bit of progress, or even just good days, like you went grocery shopping with him and didn't need to leave!

Steven Grant

I might be alone in this, but I do not see Steven as anxious by any means. Nervous, I think, but that nervousness never gets debilitating the way an anxiety disorder does (and absolutely did to me)

But Steven is observant

When he asked you to come to his work after he got off so he could show you around when you first began dating, he thought it would be a cute date, you did your best to hide your fears.

But it didn't take long for Steven to notice how harshly you gripped his hand with your sweaty one

When he looked at you, you were pale and shaking.

"Love? You alright"

"Mmhm" You confirmed, but the distant look in your eyes.

Steven didn't believe you. "Let's step outside, yeah?"

Before you got outside, you felt faint. You didn't pass out exactly, but Steven had to steady you. "It's alright darling, almost there"

As soon as he got you into fresh air, he sat you on the bench. A kind lady grabbed you water from the cafe and you recovered once you felt less trapped and crowded in.

You explain to Steven your condition, and next thing you know, you are at his flat and theres all kind of books on the shelves. He has already read them, book marking parts he things is important.

It was Steven that first suggested medication. If you didn't feel it was right now you, he didn't push the subject, but he did explain to you some options he had learned about.

Steven had a methodical approach, and although you had to explain to him the cure wasn't as easy as A+B=C, you were very happy to have someone who was so ready to help.

Jake Lockley

Jake Lockley was afraid of the dark

You figured it out when you wake up in the middle of the night and he's still awake, looking anxious.

Of course, he denies it at first, but you talk to him about what you told Steven, which he knew of course, but hearing you relate it to how he was feeling was calming for him.

"Well. Maybe I prefer when the night is a bit brighter" he finally concedes, referring to the rather dark night out.

Jake Lockley does not want a night light. So one night you pretend to walk into the corner of the wall and the bathroom "That's it! We need a light for the bathroom." And bought one the next day. Jake grumbled about it, but turned it on every night. He knew he was in love with you then.

Since that, Jake tries his best to show you the same support you gave him. He doesn't push you as hard as Marc does, or come up with solutions like Steven, no, he's just there to love and hold you.

Jake is fiercely defensive of you, not allowing any negative talk from others or from yourself.

All the boys

Lots of praise!

Always clears plans with you beforehand

Keeps basic wet wipes in the car in case you have a bought of sweating, they can wipe it off once you cool down.

You have a signal you give them if things are starting to become too much

They will make excuses for you as to why you have to leave/can't come, that put the focus on them "Oh sorry, they can't, I have an appointment that day"

If you are on medication, they remind you to take it/bring it places.

If you are going to therapy, they are more than happy to attend a few sessions to learn how to support you best.

Always there to take care of you at home if you had a bad day that wore you out.

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I hope you enjoyed! I don't have agoraohobia so if i said anything offensive or inaccurate let me know.

I do, however, have anxiety, and it used to be pretty fucking bad. Like, anxiety attacks so often in high school I had a pass with a teacher I could just leave the classroom if I needed to without asking (small school perks) bc they trusted that I was handling what I needed to, not fucking around. Had a panic attack at prom so bad I passed out from no breathing. All that to say I'm doing great now. i was on meds for a while, one a day to get through plus one if things got bad. Now I only take them as needed, once or twice a month. It does fucking get better. It really really does. My friend is doing so much better. She used to only leave the house house a day to get coffee, and now she has a full time job she enjoys and full social life. I hope things get better for you!!!

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