#and now I’m stuck at home with not enough normal clothing and no new clothing that fits until Friday :)))

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happy holidays

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Moving

The Office AU part 5

Pairing : poly!141 x reader

Content: reader breaks up with boyfriend ! Yayyyyy

Lmk if there are any major typos I did this on my phone lol

Masterlist

You know that calling him would be a waste of time but you're a glutton for punishment, “Where are you?”, you ask him, trying to sound normal but your body hit stages of grief in one fell swoop but seemed to get stuck at anger.

“You know that you're not out there by 4 p.m, I’m leaving your ass, I told you that”, he sounds so carefree, like what he did was fine and makes sense.

“I came down by 4:05 , you couldn’t wait five minutes?”

“No, I had to teach you a lesson”.

You look up at the sky like that will give you an answer, but you know the answer, you've known the answer and this has cemented it. You let out a sad chuckle and shake your head , this can’t be your life. You look over to your right and see John just staring at you, actually they are all staring at you. You give them a tight lipped smile and then a thumbs up, even though you know that they must have heard you on the phone with your now ex.

“You know what, fuck you”, and then you hang up.

“Do you need a ride”, Soap speaks up first. You look over and you know you have tears in your eyes, you don’t want to give him any of your tears but your so frustrated and angry and , sad. And you honestly cannot stand being in the presence of another man right now , “No, thanks”, you answer back.

“You sure”, Gaz speaks up.

“I’m sure”, you order an uber and your going to get your life together. Today. First, thing is that you do is go to the car dealership. You already researched the car , test drove it, and just needed to save for the down payment and since your worked at the office to get at least three paychecks you had enough.

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You're outside your apartment in your new car, well it used but it's new to you and you need your stuff but you don’t want to go in alone. You're tapping your hands on the steering wheel thinking who you can call to help you out.You’re thinking about the scariest person you know and it’s Simon. The phone rings twice before he picks up,

“Hello”, his voice sounds deeper over the phone.

You introduce yourself again to him like he hasn’t worked with you for a month in half, “Hi, are you busy”, you try to sound cheary but you know you are trying too hard.

“Alright?”, he ask.

“Are you busy right now”

“Depends”

You then have to go through the whole spiel of how you need your stuff from your apartment but you kind of scared that your boyfriend will get rowdy when you try to get your things.

“Send me your address”.

~

A black SUV rounds the corner and pulls up right beside your car. Not only does the driver door open but so does the passenger and the back doors open with Price, Soap , and Gaz getting out as well. 

“New car, Hen?”Johnny asks. 

“Yeah got it today” , you know you could be nicer but you really don’t feel like making small talk right now, you just want to get your shit and go. Simon doesn’t look at you as he asks about what they are getting. 

“You all really didn’t need to come, I just needed some back up” 

“Yes, we did”, says John, his fist are clenched and he’s working his jaw so hard it looks like he's chewing a lemon drop. 

“Not really , but okay”, you sas back. He cuts his eyes at you, tilts his head to the side and stares like he can see through the anger that you are using a shield and the anxiety of not knowing where you are going to sleep tonight. 

“You okay?”, he ask. No your not , but fuck it. 

“Fine, let’s go”, you croak out.

As you head up to your apartment, you don’t know where to put your hands and your hair starts to feel itchy. You just need to get in and get out , grabs some clothes, some pictures , and your makeup and go. Of course things are never that easy. 

Inside the apartment things are just as you left it this morning, which of course it is because your boyfriend is a lazy fuck. 

“Finally made it home?”, he says like everything’s fine and dandy and does he think your going to laugh at that. You opt to say nothing and just start getting your stuff ready. 

“Need any help getting stuff together?” , ask Soap

“Who is that ?”, that gets your ex to come out and find you. 

“They are helping me move”, you don’t look at him just continue getting your stuff and putting it in duffels. 

“What do you mean, move”, now he sounds confused like he can’t believe this.

You look at him then , eyes squinted , getting pissed off all over again, “did you really think that I was going to stay after that ?” 

“You're making a big deal out of nothing” , he argues back.

“No, I am not, we are done” 

Then he starts to do this weird whine thing , like he’s trying to make himself cry. He comes over to you and grabs you by the knees and begs , “please don’t leave me, please”. 

You shove him away from you but he tries to come back to you but they all three step in front of you like a wall. 

“Wouldn’t do that if I were you”, Simon says darkly. 

He keeps begging, and honestly it’s embarrassing, and it starts to make you feel better. He’s getting what he deserves. He continues to beg until you leave with your stuff. 

Once you get down the parking lot and your stuff in your car you turn back to the men that helped you, “Thank you, next beer on me” , you say with a smile. 

“We’ll take you up on the offer now” ,Soap laughs. 

“Oh”, you really didn’t think they would. You were being polite, to be honest. 

“Can we reschedule, I was hoping to go to sleep early today” , you say with a sad smile. 

“Where are staying”, Simon ask 

“Oh a hotel”, hopefully for your car or the office but they don’t need to know that. 

“Oh yeah, which one?, ask Gaz. 

“You know, down the street.”, is there one down the street? You hope so. 

“Did you make a reservation?”,  asked Soap. You turn towards him feeling a little bit overwhelmed with all the questions. 

“Ummmmm, yes” , no but you're going to make one when you ask for a room , right. It should be fine. 

~

They don’t believe you, not for one second. They want to take care of you, feed you , house you but they don’t want to scare you. It’s hard for them , they want to fully send it, that's what they usually do and it works for them but you're different, they can tell. For now, they need to start slow, at least as slow as they can. They get you in the car and have Price drive yours to the hotel that they deem the safest and nicest. They make sure that Price is the first to arrive, that he pays for the nicest room and when they move past the front desk without having to check in , they tell you to not worry about it. They take care of you, make sure you're safe and when you fall asleep without getting anything done, they unpack for you and the only payment they need is so they each get a pair of panties.

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Hyunjin × M! Reader - Dancer AU I SMAU | Chapter 13

Ch. 13 - Entitled I Previous Chapter | Next Chapter I

I Story Masterlist I

Written: Yes

Smau: Yes

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Swearing, mention of death

A smile slowly made its way to your face as you finished your conversation with Hyunjin. "Y/N!" Your head darted up as you heard your name being called rather harshly. "Get up off your phone, it's like you're addicted to that thing." Your dad scolded. Rolling your eyes, you placed the device into the chair you were sitting in as you made your way over in front of the camera once again. "You know we could've been done a while ago if you had just cooperated properly."

"Such a pain.." Was a thought that constantly ran through your mind any time you had to have any interaction with your father. Things hadn't always been like this between the two of you. Having used to have the most healthy relationship. But ever since your mother died and he inherited most of her belongings, things took a turn. You thought about how you got to this point as you subconsciously posed and listened to the photographer.

The flashes of lights and the sounds of camera shutters became somewhat comforting to the memories that ran through your head. Your father had inherited enough money to get his clothing brand going, hence his now stuck up personality. After his business took off when you were 16, he barely had any time for you. Always gone and left you to fend for yourself. The man had no idea that you had started your career as a backup dancer. Not until he came home after a month long trip and you were nowhere to be found. The rage that filled his voice that night he called you was unforgettable.

An hour or two more went by before you guys were finally finished. "That's a wrap, thank you so much for your time today Y/N!" The nice gentleman praised and shook your hand out of gratitude. Something your dad would never do, and it definitely didn't seem as if he liked it. A smile grew up on your lips as he did so. It was always nice to have a normal interaction with someone. Of course that wouldn’t last for long. "Ah he's already got a big enough ego, no need for all that." He laughed it off as a joke. All you could do was muster up an awkward smile as the photographer awkwardly changed the subject. "Yeah I'm the one with the ego.." You thought as you rolled your eyes as he turned his head. The two older men conversing about the shoot, when photos would be out, etc.

Upon their conversation, you had remembered to go grab your things from the chair. Walking rather quickly over there, you threw your bag over your shoulder and grabbed your phone. Checking your phone for any possible new messages from Hyunjin. It wasn’t too long before a quiet ding came from your phone, signaling you had gotten a message. It read, “Still need me to pick you up?” The remembrance of the soon to be release from this hell hole with your father lightened you up a bit. As you began to text back, their conversation had come to a close.

“Who are you texting?” Your dad’s rather nosy behavior caught you slightly off guard. Even with how shitty he could be, he was never invasive. The man couldn’t care less what goes on in your life. You looked up at him slowly and rather confused, “Uhm I was just texting one of my friends, he invited me over to a sleep over tonight.” Not thinking much of it, you assumed the conversation would end at that. At least that’s what usually would happen.

“I don’t think so, I didn’t say you could go out tonight.” You finished up the message and sent it to Hyunjin before looking up at him again. A stern look on his face as his arms rested crossed with each other. “I’ve never had to ask before, why do you care so much now?”

“Because ever since that little tour stunt you pulled, leaving the house for months, you’ve clearly had too much freedom.” Your eyebrows furrowed, “I’m an adult dad you can’t control where I go and who I’m with.” The words fell out of your mouth so easily. Perhaps that was a mistake, you realized this as you saw how angry your dad was now getting. The way his lips pursed as he stared daggers into your eyes, it was enough to send chills up your spine. “That’s my job, I gave you a heads up when it happened I don’t know why you’re so angry. Regardless, I’m going out tonight so don’t expect me back until morning.”

“No sir you are not, I don’t know what made you think you can be this entitled towards me but it’s unacceptable.” Your grip tightened around your phone. The two of you argued back and forth for several minutes before your phone lit up with another message. You already knew it was Hyunjin without having to read it, so you finally decided to shut this conversation down. “Again, I’m leaving and you’re not stopping me.” Stating firmly as you made your way to the other side of the building, where Hyunjin would most likely be parked. Harsh calls for your name were heard as you walked away, refusing to turn back and continue this argument. Arguing with him was like arguing with a brick wall. Pointless.

You let out a heavy breath as you rounded the corner, eyes glancing around for a parked vehicle. However, all you saw was a parked motorcycle, the driver still on it. Their hands tapping away aimlessly at the handles You tilted your head in slight confusion. He wouldn’t drive a motorcycle, would he? Your question was answered as the driver suddenly glanced up and around, spotting you and waving. This confirmed it as you smiled slyly and didn’t waste any time going over there. Upon arriving, he lifted up his visor. “I didn’t know you drove a motorcycle.” Lips curving into a smile as you examined the bike, it was rather nice. Definitely expensive. “You didn’t ask.” Hyunjin retorted back as he handed you a fancy helmet. You slowly reached out for it, sort of hesitant. “I’ve never really ridden on one before..” When Hyunjin noticed you weren’t taking the helmet, he lightly pushed it into your hands as he spoke, “It’s easy. Besides, you’re not the one driving it.” He laughed as you put on the helmet, hesitantly climbing on.

Hyunjin noticed your arms weren’t moving. You found it hard to bring yourself to wrap your arms around him, despite knowing that’s the only way to safely ride as a passenger. “Do you want to fall off?” He turned his head to the side, unable to see that he was giving you a massive side eye. “I just don’t wanna overstep boundaries-“

“Oh whatever, just hold on.” Finally, your hands found their way around his stomach. They rest there timidly. Although his visor was in the way, you could tell he was rolling his eyes at you before sighing and pulling your arms tighter. “See? Like that. Easy.” You didn’t respond, a loud roar from the bike emitted as he started it up. Taking off not long after. During the drive to his house, you started to grow more comfortable. Even going as far as to rest your head on his shoulder, so you could see the road in front.

A new feeling started to bloom inside. One of comfort, safety, relaxation. Was it the bike, was it the new experience? Or was it Hyunjin.. You honestly couldn’t tell. All you knew is right now you felt the best you had in weeks, ever since the tour ended. You didn’t want this feeling to end.

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PART 2

PAIRING: Lee heeseung × fem!reader . a

GENRES:smut, fluff, bullying, alcohol,party,unprotect ed sex (rember to wrap your Willy so the out come won't be silly

WARNINGS there is bullying in this heeseung is basically a dick to y/n and nothing in this story is real!!! This is fan fiction and the way I write about heeseung is not the way I portray him as he's a person himself this is simply for entertainment only !!

SUMMARY:heeseung had always bullied you through your 3 years of Highschool but never let anyone touch you other then him and if he found out someone did that was the end of it you were basically marked as his toy that's until the summer of your junior year you had enough you were done with him always making fun of you and you hated the fact that after all he did I to you you still adored him and liked him but it dosent matter cause you wanted to leave your senior year with a banger so you were no longer your nerdy self still smart asf obvi but appearance wise different you got contacts new clothes thank god you guys didn't have a dress code and most importantly you spent all summer learning how to do your makeup..

RECAP….

y/n and sunghoon on the couch asleep "holy shit heeseung hyung is not gonna be happy" jungwon picked you up and ran with you on his back you being confused when jungwon locked his door and threw you on the bed *WHAT TH-

" jungwon covers your mouth muffling your yelling until you stoped "shut the fuck up unless you want to make heeseung hyung and sunghoon hyung hate eachother more right now " honestly you couldn't give a fuck less and if this made heeseung miserable then you had every reason not to care " why should I care on fact I actually don't mind going back ou " jungwon grabed your hand pinning you on the wall wtf is it with everyone pinning you on the wall " look I know heeseung hyung did fucked up shit and I know it's fucked up we didn't do anything but we all grow from our mistakes and plus now your like hot so please just shut the fuck up and well stay in here

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/the next day after all that//

You got home after sometime of being stuck with jungwon you were honestly so feed up with everthing at that point but being stuck with jungwon wasn’t too bad you got to knwo him actually as a person and the way he talked about heeseung made you actually see there is a diffrent side to heeseung getting lost in your thoughts you didn’t know that chu was talking to you “oh sorry chu I just have a lot on my mind rn” she looked at you with a smirk confused you looked at her “I bet you are having a lot on you mind scince you slept with Sunghoon “ afraid someone would hear you covers her mouth “chu first of all we did not sleep together second of all please don’t say that” you wind to her “okay oaky I’m sorry “ she wisperd “ but if you guys didn’t fuck what did you do “ obviously her not buying it “well I mean we actually just watched a movie “ chu was in disbelief “you telling me you spent that night at his house and didn’t fuck!” “Omg shut up chu “everyone now staring at you and her apologizing “speak of the devil” you turned around confused at chu it was heeseung jake and sunoo sunoo smiled happyily at you giving you a hug sunoo was normally like this even when people were rude to you he made really nice gestures making you at least happy one person back then didn’t totally hate you “hi y/nnieeee” avoiding heeseungs contact a bit embarrassed from What hapoend the last time you guys spoke “didn’t know you had a nickname other than doll y/n “ sunoo smacked his shoulder “cmon now hyung don’t be a dick”sunoo said defending you “what ever “ heeseung said walking away sunoo being left behind “oh btw y/n I was wondering if I could get your help with something “ nodding at him curios to what he could need your help with “I know you and heeseung aren’t best of buds but cause you help me plan his birthday par-“ you stopped him “hell no sunoo” “why not th-“ you get it that sunoos action didn’t mean to hurt you but why would you do anything to help him “please y/nnie “ sunoo made it so hard to say no “your lucky your pretty “ sunoo smiled happily “okay well I’m his party is next week and all of the boys are pitching in and I need your help with decorations “ nodding but you didn’t want heeseung to know you helped cause that would cause problems “sunoo just don’t tell heeseung I’m helping you plan this “ nodding and not questiong you “oh and chu would you mind going with Jake the day of to get drinks “ you could see chus eyes light up in mention of jake “ofc!” Sunoo thanked you guys and had left

//2 days later//

“Okay sunoo so we have all the Ballons ordered and the banners nikis and jungwon and gonna pick up the cakes Sunghoon sunoo getting all the food so we’re set “ being so tired staying up late at night to plan more things for heeseungs party even tho as much as you hated him you still put a lot of time in this for no reason you couldn’t exactly pin point why you were putting so much thought in it being worried he wouldn’t be happy with it…. anyways back to sunoo “yes everything looks perfect !” Being happy everything was set in place for Saturday “wait y/n have you chosen your outfit yet “ omg after picking out everything and setting it all up for heeseungs party you completely forgot to buy and outfit with only 1 day left before the party “oh shit” sunoo being confused “what’s wrong?omg you didn’t chose one out yet did you” you shook your head “okay well you should have some time tommorw right I can go shopping with you” you thanked that sunoo even reminded you or it would have been so bad “your a life savor sunoo ilysm “

//The next day//

Sunoo arrived at the mall but not alone he came with sunghoon you hadn’t talk scince that day so you too were a bit awkward sunghoon just standing there as sunoo ran up to hug you “sunghoon hyung are you broken” laughing a bit at what sunoo had said “what no” sunghoon being defensive you ended up greeting him by just waving as he waved back “okay!let’s go shopping “

You guys had gon into a dress store to find a dress for the party you wanted somthing simple not to much it still being a little awkward beetween you and sunghoon but you guys lightens the mood by just saying some jokes sunoo had handed you a dress scince you weren’t liking any that you chose and sunoo really had an eye for clothes showing them the white dress sunoo had chosen for you his and sunghoon mouth hanging open “y/n I think you broke sunghoon” you both started laughing as sunghoon was a bit embarrassed but you knew that this was the dress you were gonna chose

//DAY OF PARTTYYYYY//

After you and sunoo had spent all night and the morning of the party decorating at jakes house you finally had to go home and change tha fully the party was supposed to be a Suprise so you didn’t have to worry about heeseung seeing you…”hey y/n “ nudging you head at chu “what up “ she seemed like she was being held back by the question “e-even tho heeseung bullied you and none of his freinds did anything to stop him why are you still nice to them “ you yourself didn’t fully understand but as much as you say you hated heeseung you really well didn’t how could you hate him from the moment you saw him in middle school till now you could never get over his Bambi like eyes and you’ll never forget the first encounter you had with him either heeseung was super nice the first time you had met him he had accidently number into you the first day of 6th grade helping you pick up everything and apologizing but reassuring him that it was okay every year from that money on you guys always had the same class but 6th grade heeseung was much diffrent then heeseung now “I’m not really sure chu but I know that I don’t hate them and I can’t really blame the boys either at times they would tell heeseung he was doing to much or that it was enough and I thanked them for that it was never there fault “ nodding chus head understating you now and feeling simpathy for you “but chu that’s not important right now cause we’re gonna go party!”

//at the party //

Beomgyu had driven all of you to the party you walked in thrue the door and you were so proud of the decorations and that everyone loved them “holy shit y/n “ beomgyu said “I need you to be my party planner cause damn “ giggling you made your way to find the rest of the boys leaving you freind for a bit instead you ran into heeseung you rolled your eyes as he starred at you “cmon doll you can’t be rude to the birthday boy “ he walked closer to you “what ever happy birthday tho ig “ he just nodded surprised you said happy birthday to him at all jake and sunoo seeing you and going up to you and heeseung “y/nnieee!!” You hugged sunoo and Jake “do want a drink y/n? Chu got a pack of beer that you like” you nodded pushing thrue the crowed to go get a drink getting déjà vu as you saw sunghoon agian in the same place as last time “oh hey y/n” Sunghoon seeming a bit tipsy already “hey hoon are you drunk?” He shook his head “no not drunk but what ever you do do not drink jays punch” “noted” you said as you guys laughed he passed you a beer as “are you enjoying the party so far” he asked you saying it to you ear as the music was too loud nodding to him “do you wanna go dance?” You asked him being a flustered but agreeing as you two were dancing you had made eye contact with heeseung but he didn’t look away you were in a trans you didn’t even realize sunghoon was talking to you till you felt him pat hour back “hey are you okay?” He asked a bit concerned “yeah I’m good “you said as you look back to heeseungs spot as he smirked and left with a girl sunghoon noticed and looked in the same direction “don’t worry about heeseung “ he told you “I’m not dont worry” you saw him smile as you to continued dancing

//later in the party//

You saw heeseung with a girl making out you were staring so hard you were sure they’d be able to feel u you “yo y/n “Jake was talking to you now “you seem a bit to munch into heeseung making out with other girls “slaping jake for making that remark as he laughed “shut up Jake “ you rolled your eyes beomgyu laughing at his joke “ you two are so immature “ soobin added “I can’t belive you choosing sides “ “Jake hee not choosing sides he just has a brain” now you were laughing but still going back to heeseung every now n then but this time was different heeseung made eye contact with you and you had gotten flustered going outside on the balcony for some fresh air you were two into you thoughts you didn’t know heeseung standing behind you “you know y/n if you wanted to keep watching you should have tooken a picture “ being scared as he talked in you ear grabbing you wait being flustered at his comment and his gestures “what’s wrong doll you always have so much to say “ you turned around just to be caged into him “heeseung go away “ he tilted his head “why you don’t like this “ he came close to you neck sucking on your skin moving your neck to let him have more access but you knew it was wrong “no I’m not gonna be one of your quick fuckes “ you said as you pushed him back you could tell he was a bit drunk “why cause I’m not sunghoon? Are you now to good for anyone” you were a bit confused on why that even mattered “yk what heeseung you seem a bit drunk so I’m just gonna g-“ he grabed your arm and tugged you back the drink he had placed before down before he had it in his other hand but it got on your dress he himself was a bit upset he had gotten it on you dress and by now you were furios “why do you hate me so much! What have I ever done to you for you to hate me you can’t just fuck with my feelings heeseung” he was taken aback by your question “yk heeseung Even after all the times you hurt me I never hated you but you always hated me and still do I don’t know what I did but I don’t think I even deserve this “ tears coming in your eyes now he could see them even tho it was dark he get bad now “y/n I-“ “no heeseung save it I’m done with you bull shit have a nice night happy fucking birthday lee” and with that you stumbled and ran out the door realizing soobin was the one who had driven you so you had to walk home now.

//back in the party //

Part three will be out quickly I just couldn’t write on this page anymore for some reason tha my oh for waiting !!

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Darling Little Puppet

Wally Darling X Reader

Chapter 4- Today We Make A Friend!

Pain.

Fear.

Anxiety.

Awakening with a gasp, grasping at whatever you found close enough to you, it felt soft which was a sharp contrast to how your head felt. You’d grab at the back of your head as you whimpered in pain, your memories came rushing in as you’d look around your living room…more like forest?

“What the fuck? Where am I…” You gawked the sight before you, you’d automatically assume that you were robbed and dropped into a forest far from your home in order to give the robber a better chance to get away with the crime but that idea faltered when you were met with a large variety of multicolored trees, none of which you’d ever seen, nor did you think existed, a bird a few feet away from you cawed as it had been startled by your abrupt awakening, and the soft grass that surrounded you didn’t make you break out into an itchy rash, much to your liking. Picking yourself up you looked around and saw nothing but forest, was this place even real?

“Holt shit! Am I dead?!” You suddenly concluded, vividly remembering a loud click before it went dark, grabbing once more at the pain in your cranium, there wasn’t any blood, just painfully sore. “Ouch…pain feels too real to be a dream, but at least I’m alive..?” Sighing in relief you began to walk in a random direction, hoping to spot some civilization. The bright colors of this forest made your eyes hurt so you’d stick to looking at the familiar green grass, though you couldn’t exactly pinpoint where you’d seen it.

You’d finally bring your gaze up from the floor, seeing an opening that wasn’t forest straight ahead causing you to bolt straight ahead in excitement to be free from the strange colored trees, unbeknownst to you there was a tree root hidden under some blue and red colored leaves which caught your foot and dragged you down to the floor, hitting the floor and sliding a few inches ahead due to your momentum suddenly being slammed into the floor. Laying there in silence as you needed time to process what even happened and your face growing red in first hand embarrassment for yourself, luckily no one saw but at the sight of your hair sticking out in strange directions and even if that wasn’t obvious you could really tell by your now ripping clothing which adorned brown splotches of dirt, some even landing on your face.

“Don’t I have the luck of an Angel?” You growled sarcastically to yourself as you stood up again for what seemed like the hundredth time, a pain in your scraped up knee helped you to decide that you would walk, or limp, the remaining distance keeping a keen eye out for other tree roots protruding out, not wanting a repeat of what had literally just happened not even a few minutes ago.

Once you finally escaped the clutches of the forest you stoped and observed what seemed to be a bodega or just a normal store, maybe even both? ‘Howdy’s Place? Jesus how far am I from my house?’ You thought to yourself, noting there was a sigh that read ’100% Off!’ Which only fueled your confusion even more. Walking towards it cautiously you finally stepped inside, a small bell alerting whoever was there of your presence, but none seemed to be at the cash register, or you assumed since it was pretty much a desk with no actual cash register. Walking deeper inside you were thankful for the air conditioning, continuing your journey of exploring the place.

“And who might you be? A new neighbor I presume?” A voice spoke behind you, startling you in the process as you turned around to ask help of this what you hoped a kind stranger- or caterpillar, a fucking caterpillar.

“The name’s Howdy, such a pleasure to meet you!” The overly joyful bug stuck out two hands as you stared at him with nothing but pure terror in your eyes, your body finally reacting in an untimely way as you threw yourself back knocking down a large and once neatly stacked crate of apples, letting out a scream while you were trying to get away from this strange creature, as he only stared at you with concern and confusion clearly not expecting this reaction.

You fell down with the crate of apples, landing on a few which felt the equivalent of stepping of legos but with your entire body, trying to scramble away from the odd bug, while he looked at you like you were the weird one here! Unsurprisingly you ran out the store, looking behind you to see if it had followed you and was currently chasing you, thankfully it wasn’t but in your small moment of not paying attention you ran straight into what felt like a pile of the softest feathers you’d ever felt into your life.

“Oh dear my cookies!” The feminine voice shouted out in anguish as the clang of a metal tray was heard hitting the floor.

Oops.

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As you can tell reader is adjusting to their new world very well! Making new friends and everything, I’m so proud 🥲 but lmk how this chapter is and if theirs anything I can fix thx for reading! Also are we liking the new banner??

-ChillyKitty

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Maximum Security

Vol.1

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

A/N: hi!! welcome to my new series! i’m very excited about this series and very excited to continue working on it. this part is a little short and is just a background for what’s to come, but i hope you still enjoy!! also thank you @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for letting me use one of your edits for my cover photo 🫶🏽

Vol.2

TW// 18+, mentions of selling drugs, mentions of financial hardships, mentions of m*rder

You had one prerequisite when Eddie asked you to marry him. Quit selling. You couldn’t and wouldn’t be known as the town’s drug dealer's wife. He promised, and you believed him. You had to. He was your Eddie and he would do anything for you. He’d kill for you if he had to.

He gave his stash back to Rick the day after proposing, and cut all ties to his old clients. You finally felt like you were on the path to a normal, domestic life.

Everything was perfect for the next couple of years. You and Eddie got married in a small ceremony with your friends and family, and had welcomed a beautiful daughter. It was a dream, it was all you had hoped for ever since the day he kissed you in the woods when you were 16.

Then came the problems. Without Eddie’s side business and having a newborn baby, you were having a hard time making ends meet. Luckily, your friends were willing to watch the baby for free while you went to find small jobs throughout the week to bring in some extra cash. But, it still wasn't enough. You didn’t want to leave your friends with the burden of watching your child constantly, so you never got a full time job. Eddie worked as much as possible, but it was hard to find well paying jobs without a college degree.

Eddie said he was going to find a side job, which rightfully worried you. He assured you it was nothing illegal, and he was just going to be helping with sound and production for shows at The Hideout a few times a week.

The extra money was definitely nice. The only downside being that you now saw him less than you used to. He worked at the mechanic in the mornings, came home for dinner, and immediately left for The Hideout until around two in the morning. It honestly was starting to feel like you were a single mother, but you couldn’t tell him to stop. You still needed to survive and take care of your child, and Eddie did everything in his power to do exactly that.

It was another late night for you. Eddie had already left for a show tonight, as you were stuck dealing with a crying baby for about four hours. It was nearing one in the morning when you were finally able to get little Leila to sleep, allowing you to rest and close your eyes for the first time that night.

You weren't sure how long you had been asleep, but you knew it couldn’t have been longer than an hour before Leila was screeching again. You tried to ignore it, and let her cry herself back to sleep until you heard the rush of footsteps coming down the hallway.

“Eddie?” You question into the darkness.

“Hey, baby. Go back to sleep.” He whispers, rummaging through drawers of clothes. You figure he must’ve gotten beer spilt on him again, and wanted to change before stinking up the bed. That was until you heard the hoard of sirens racing down the road as Eddie mumbles shit shit shit, throwing his clothes off as he races to the bathroom.

You stumble out of the bed, eyes still heavy with sleep as you look out the window to see multiple police cars parked in front of your driveway.

“Eddie.” You raise your voice louder. You make your way to the bathroom, banging on the door. “Eddie! What the fuck is going on?” You shout from the other side of the door.

You can hear Eddie breathing heavily, panting before responding. “Nothing, just go back to sleep babe.”

Before you have the chance to question him further, your ears are met with loud banging on your front door.

“HAWKINS PD OPEN THE DOOR!” Your heart sinks to your feet. You knew you should’ve questioned Eddie further about his ‘side job’ before allowing him to continue.

“Edward Munson, I swear to fucking god!” You scream, slapping the bathroom door before running to the front door.

As soon as you open the door, a group of cops rush inside. Looking around, and quite frankly trashing your home.

“Does an Edward Munson live here, ma’am?” You point them towards the bathroom he’s hiding in, and three of them rush over.

“What did he do this time? Caught selling drugs? Rip someone off? Accidentally sell to a minor?” You ask every possible question that could come to mind, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what actually came out of the officers mouth.

“Ma’am, your husband is the lead suspect in an attempted murder at The Hideout tonight.” The officer responds a bit too calmly for your liking. You clutch your chest in your hand as everything seems to go white.

You fall back into the chair by the door as the world around you seems to stop. Murder? No way. Not your Eddie. Not the man you fell in love with at 16. Not the man who told you he was going to marry you within six months of dating. Not the man who sings to you when you can’t fall asleep at night. Not the man who wakes you up with soft kisses to your cheeks. Not the man who bakes brownies for your family and friends on Sundays. Not the man who stops to help the stranger who’s car is broken down on the side of the road. Not the man who you have a child with. Not the man who flies your baby around the house like an airplane. Not the man who gives silly nicknames to everyone in his life. Not your Eddie.

Your thinking stops when you see him being walked to the door with his hands behind his back, the officers holding each side of his arms.

“Y/N I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. You have to believe me. I love you!” He shouts as you look at him with ice in your eyes. You couldn’t believe he would do this. Put himself in a situation that puts his entire life, your entire life, at risk.

You stand up as you watch them drag him into the backseat of the cop car. Watching as they drive away, you’re still stood frozen in the doorway. You almost forgot the other officer was still in your house until he speaks up once again.

“He’s going to be placed in custody down at the station overnight until we’re able to do our interrogation. You’re more than welcome to come down and speak with the booking officer on where to go from here.” You nod. “I’m sorry.” He offers a sympathetic face, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Is Chief Hopper there?” You ask, still looking at a now empty driveway.

“He’ll be there tomorrow morning.” The officer responds.

“Can I wait to go until then? I have a baby, and I haven’t slept and-”

The officer grips your shoulder tight, interrupting your rambling. “Ma’am. You can come by whenever you feel like it, or not at all.”

“Okay.” You sigh, feeling the tears start to creep up.

“You should get some sleep.” He cracks a soft smile, as you do the same. You shut the door behind him as he leaves, before letting your cries take full force over your body.

“Not my Eddie.”

Taglist: @choke-me-eddie @quinnypixie @joejoequinnquinn @paranoidmunson @kayleeelena97 @the-valkyrie-writes

[alpydk]

Cabinet of Oddities (Part 8)

TavxGale (Custom)

Summary: She looked back and saw Astarion wiping his boots with his gloves, attempting to clear away the dirt with frustration. His white hair fell over his brow. It had become matted with burs and spatterings of dirt and his normally pale skin had been darkened from the smog and grime of the swamp. She felt herself bite her lower lip seeing him in this new light. “No, Nana…Not appropriate,” she whispered to herself.

It had been a beautiful day for Nana. Walking the swamps of the Sunlit Wetlands, dodging the spike traps that lined the area, and breathing in the putrid stench that drenched the area. She felt as if she was home again as she tiptoed across the soft mud. “Oh, how I have missed you.”

“Darling, I didn’t know you felt that way.” Astarion walked close behind her, using her tracks as a guideline, fearful of catching his shirt on the spiked barbs that seemed to be drawn towards him. 

Over the last few days, his charm had been winning her over. He had been keeping his distance and the flirting had become more subtle, more manageable. She had enjoyed the way he referred to her as his dagger-happy friend. “No, not you” she retorted with a blush. “Mud, slime, swamps, all this! Isn’t it fantastic?”

“Fantastic is not the word I’d use to describe this filth. We could be walking the streets of the city, surrounded by life and the scent of intoxicated beauties, but no, instead we are traipsing through all of this.” He lifted his stuck boot from the mud and sighed deeply.

“Don’t worry, we will be back to the comfort of the dust and trees soon enough, and then you can wash your precious boots.” Nana hopped from an overgrown root into a large patch of weeds and sludge and giggled with delight as it splashed up her clothing. “I love this!” she cheered. 

As they approached the river's edge Nana walked close allowing the subtle waves to lick over the tips of her shoes. She looked back and saw Astarion wiping his boots with his gloves, attempting to clear away the dirt with frustration. His white hair fell over his brow. It had become matted with burs and spatterings of dirt and his normally pale skin had been darkened from the smog and grime of the swamp. She felt herself bite her lower lip seeing him in this new light. “No, Nana…Not appropriate,” she whispered to herself.

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That night she lay in her tent, her mind trying to arrange the scenes which overtook her. Her hand brushing up against Gale’s, Astarion’s face streaked with dirt. She felt the heat rising throughout her body, and her heartbeat quickened. Hello, my dagger-happy friend. She released a quiet gasp. “I must be sick. It’s a fever, it has to be.” You’re one such event that, one day soon perhaps, I’d like to embrace. She shook her head. “Arg, what is wrong with me? It must be the tadpole!” She rose herself to her feet and decided to leave the tent, hoping that the fresh air of the night would clear her senses. 

Nana walked past the tents wiping the sweat from her brow. Gods, I’d like him to kiss me. Another flush of her cheeks. She sat behind a tree a good distance from her sleeping companions and scrunched her eyes together, trying to shift the visions of her lying across Gale’s lap. “No, he was in pain. It’s not right.” She gazed up at the stars and attempted to figure out what had happened to her mind and body. It had been a long time since she had felt this way about anyone and now she was flooded with sensations that were becoming overwhelming. We have to keep each other safe after all. Astarions voice whispered in her mind's eye.

She felt the ripple of warmth rise over her again and with it a slight swelling between her legs. You’re perfect as you are. She slowly moved her hand down her stomach, letting her fingers slide underneath the cotton of her clothing. But maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to you, love. Her hand proceeded downwards little by little, softly across her flesh, until eventually it met with the warmth and delicacy of her clit. She let her fingers trace the outline, causing her to give a small breathless gasp. “This isn’t right.” She whispered as her fingers continued their dance, each movement sending a wave of pleasure throughout her body. His deep brown eyes, the earring that hung amongst his hair. She let out a faint moan before trying to hold it back, trying to stay quiet so no one would hear her. She heard their voices in her head. Gale’s gentle tone, Astarion’s flirtatious remarks. The dance continued and the pressure against her fingertips built. She tried to press her face into her shoulder to muffle the sounds  she so desperately wanted to make. She allowed a moan to break through momentarily, short and sudden. “Gale…” she murmured to herself, her eyes closing as the memory of his soft robes against her passed through her vision. 

Yes, darling? Another groan of pleasure was released. “Astarion…” The burs in his hair, his piercing red eyes. Both of the men together, looking at her, seeing her. She couldn’t hold back, she increased the speed of her touches, rubbing back and forth letting the force build inside her. She let out her moans growing quicker and louder. She wanted this, the satisfaction, to unleash all the pleasure currently held in suspension. Gale of Waterdeep, a pleasure to meet you on this most beautiful of evenings. His introduction, his hand offered out to her. She felt the wave take her, a scream of rapture overtaking her senses. She wanted to call out his name but the cries she let out overtook it, creating nothing but a primal moan of pleasure. She quickly pulled away her hand, squeezing her legs involuntarily together and her groan became a laugh from deep within her.

She lay for a few minutes trying to regain herself, listening to the silence that lay heavily around her. She hoped that everyone was still asleep and that her noises had not woken them. She would hate to be found in this way, with her face glowing red and her hair dishevelled, and so she quickly gathered herself up and snuck back to her tent, a little ashamed, contented, but mostly unsure of how she was going to even look at the two men come the following morning.

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Nana tried to stay in the tent for as long as she could the next day, she paced the few feet she could back and forth trying to figure out what she would say when she saw them “Get a grip, they don’t even know what you did or what you were thinking. Not unless they- Oh no, the tadpole! They saw everything, didn't they? They know, they can hear my thoughts and they know. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” Her voice was loud for all to hear, and despite her intentions, it was becoming quickened, the panic rising.

“Nana, it’s time for us to…” Gale tapped the door, entered the tent and looked to see Nana appearing flustered, her eyes puffy from lack of sleep, and her face a subtle pink. “Is everything alright? You seem a bit-” He paused trying to find the appropriate term. “-erratic this morning.”

“Yes, yes. I wasn’t awake all night or anything at all. Nope, not me.”

He studied her movements. They were as frantic as ever. It appeared that after their session together trying to conjure the weave, she was back to her old quirky self which he did not mind, but today was much more than he was used to. “Quite. Well, we need to begin our travels to the Goblin Camp. Are you ready or do you require a moment longer?”

Nana nodded and stood dusting herself off with her palms. “That’s all you wanted? Nothing about last night?” She wrinkled her brow, hoping that the tadpole would relax for a second with its constant need to share her thoughts.

“Did something happen last night that I should be made aware of?” He said with a hint of curiosity.

“No, no, nothing. Just making sure there was nothing. Shall we go?” Nana herded Gale out of the tent quickly shooing him from a distance, afraid that if she got too close she would lose all composure and pounce on him like a wild animal.

[gyuluttony]

Ok so I would like to submit a request for a verkwan fic please 👉👈 So basically you know how all of seventeen has talked about how all vernon eats when left on his own is just like jam and bread, well seungkwan sees this behavior and is like no I’m going to get you to eat properly, which starts off as seungkwan feeding him normally, and then overfeeding him 🤭

And you know vernon would just go along with it because of how whipped he is for seungkwan

I really liked your first fic and I hope this is a fun prompt to fill <3

verkwan my beloved. fun fact is that even before i started to stan them properly, i was well aware of verkwan because they're just so adorably perfect for each other. a very natural pair that always hits my soft spot. very happy to give back to the person that inspired me to write over here haha hope you enjoy @carattummies

also, i think for requests, i'll need people to specify if they want smut or not because my natural reaction is to just write smut in 😭

Not On My Watch

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, ill-fitting clothes, breaking clothes, and blowjobs. Don't like, don't read.

The setting for this one is university students and these two just moved in together (I promise, I can write other scenarios but roommates makes things so much easier sdfj)

"Absolutely not."

The slice of bread was about to be bitten before he waved at Seungkwan, happy to see that his friend's practical exam had gone well enough. Although, he looked plain shocked when Seungkwan walked up to him and placed his hand down on the plate, leaving the jam stuck to the plate.

"Hey! I was going to eat that!" He looked genuinely upset as the plate now looked like a crime scene with the jam splatter against it.

Meanwhile, Seungkwan looked all sorts of disturbed as he saw the entire break down. "First of all, I don't get why you were eating with the spread side down. Isn't it messier?"

"The jam will touch my tongue first so it tastes better eating it like that." There's a moment of silence as Seungkwan considers it as he realizes Vernon isn't wrong in this assumption, it's just weird by the standards of society and honestly, he would have respected it (or just looked past it because he does that a lot for Vernon).

But, he shakes his head to regain his composure, "That's not the problem actually. The problem is that every meal that you have had since we have moved in together and was not purchased by one of us has been jam and bread!" Seungkwan very overtly turned his head to the side to look at the empty jars they now had as containers and the most recent addition being in the sink since Vernon had went through another one.

Vernon didn't really look fazed as he tried to angle the best way to get the bread off the plate without losing too much jam. "Ah, Kwannie, I don't want to open the new jar yet but this might have been too brutal for me not to."

A loud groan left Seungkwan as he took the plate, leaving Vernon moping at the table in the meantime. "I thought Joshua was joking when he said that was all you ate... Give me a minute."

He didn't expect the first thing he would have done was to make breakfast for his manbaby of a roommate but he simmered down at seeing Vernon so excited at the dishes that he made.

"Wow! You basically made an American breakfast. You're spoiling me." He filled his plate with pancakes, home fries, sausages and eggs before he began to chow down. "You're the best roommate any person could ask for Kwannie."

Seungkwan took a much more modest portion as he rolled his eyes, smiling fondly at the praise. "You really need to fix your eating habits and... actually, I'll fix it myself because if we have to add one more jar of jam to our containers, I think I'm going to lose it."

As he shoveled the food into his mouth greedily, Vernon nodded, "Let me know what to buy for groceries then since you'll be cooking." He closed his mouth around a forkful of pancakes and groaned at the flavour. "Yeah. Don't worry, it'll be fixed if you're cooking this often."

It was a little much to adjust to since now he was cooking a lot of their meals but he wasn't going to let the groceries Vernon bought go to waste. Plus, when the guy was making requests, it was hard for him not to comply because he practically beaming as he cleared out the entire plate while asking for seconds.

There was a couple of cons of making new dishes and one of them was that Seungkwan didn't really trust himself to adjust when getting used to recipes so he always stuck with the original portion sizes. While usually meant for families of four or more, it was starting to disappear quicker, sometimes, there weren't even leftovers in the dishes that he had made.

And it didn't take rocket science to know where these dishes were ending up. (Certainly hope it didn't because both of them were majoring in some form of music.)

He had fixed Vernon's eating habits but at this point, he believed that he might have given him another one. It wasn't uncommon for Vernon to sleep at the table. When they had first met, both of them were on the slimmer side and if anything, Seungkwan carried more weight and it was only because he worked out consistently.

Now, he felt smaller than ever compared to him.

Walking around the table to clear the dishes that were left, he looked at Vernon, who's gut inflated from the amount of spaghetti that he had eaten today. Where he once had a flat abdomen was now a monstrous gut that rested comfortably on the table, expanding slightly as he slept off the calories that were now digesting in his stomach.

Seungkwan had to take a deep breath to calm himself down before he went to the kitchen to do the dishes. Before, the other man was able to do dishes alongside him and he noticed his gut spreading onto the counter, hanging out of his shirt to emphasize just how much he grew.

It was his fault that Vernon had gotten so big... but that only made him more excited to see him grow and besides, if Vernon wasn't outwardly complaining about the weight, maybe he could see how much the scales tipped.

It was hard to not break his cool when he saw Vernon practically pouring himself into pants that didn't fit around his fattened thighs and much less around his plump behind. He pointedly turned up the TV and focused on the show that was suddenly interesting when he heard a loud rip that night at dinner, knowing that there was a rip in the seat of Vernon's pants that'd he'd likely see when they did their laundry.

But, despite Vernon eating himself out of clothes, he kept up with the larger portions of food Seungkwan was making, ending up more and more glutted on the meals that he was preparing and growing more with each passing day.

By the time the semester ended, Seungkwan was listening to music in his room when he heard Vernon from across the hall, "Uh, Kwannie? Can you do me a favour?"

Turning down his speaker, Seungkwan walked over and nearly tripped when he entered Vernon's room at the sight. Buttons decorated the floor as he saw the other man sitting at the bed. Vernon's gut hung between his thighs and even was covering his crotch as he leaned back, just inspecting his girth, playing with it.

"I need you to buy me some new clothes. This was the last shirt that I had that I could squeeze into and-" Vernon's eyes widened when Seungkwan roughly threw himself against him in a heated kiss and gripped as much belly fat as he could. Vernon's fattened arm found Seungkwan's trim waist and pulled him closer, a moan leaving the smaller man.

They made out for a couple of minutes before Seungkwan pulled away. "Oh my god, I'm... so sorry I fattened you up without telling you. I was just getting carried away." A gentler kiss was used to shut him up as Vernon smiled easily, "It's fine. I know you wanted to fix my eating habits and you did. Plus, you got me hooked on everything you made. Just another thing about you to like."

A smile spread on Seungkwan's face before his hand moved down Vernon's side as he spoke coyly, "Want me to give you another?" His hand heaved up Vernon's gut, getting a moan from the other man as Seungkwan's hand rested on his crotch.

"Please." It was the last cue that he needed before he moved his way down, pulling down Vernon's underwear and being greeted with his fat pad and large erection as it smacked against the bottom of his stomach, getting another groan of pleasure from him.

Seungkwan's tongue circled the tip as the sounds that were leaving Vernon almost rivaled the way he groaned at the table when eating one of his favourites. Every part of him was jiggling in pleasure as Seungkwan's head bobbed up and down, taking him deep into his throat naturally. His gut was pressing into Seungkwan's forehead as he enjoyed the feeling greatly, knowing that Vernon was practically nonverbal at the feeling of being blown when his dick hadn't gotten attention in weeks.

The warning was brief but Seungkwan felt his mouth fill as Vernon finished. He saw the way Vernon wanted to grab his head but couldn't reach because his body had fattened up to that point. Grabbing a tissue to spit it out, Seungkwan patted Vernon on his massive belly while he tried to catch his breath.

"So, I guess I worked up your appetite?"

The growl in response told him he was going to have to prepare a lot for tonight.

[kirakiwiwrites]

Hi friends! So it’s been a minute lol. Why? A whole slew of reasons like migraines, a new job, traveling, carpal tunnel, and good old fashioned writer’s block. Are we still working on a one shot for Obsidian Castle and another new multi chapter story? Yes. Three actually. We will be posting new stuff soon. Thanks so much for all the love from Obsidian Castle too. So happy everyone has enjoyed it!

Anyway, we thought to get out of the little rut, we would participate in the @klaine-word-scramble. It looks like so much fun and if you haven’t checked it out you should! So here is our first one, just a very short one shot full of cute fluff. The theme for most of these will probably be future fics like this one. We will also post these to FF.net and A03

Thank you to all who organized it and come up with all the fun scrambles!

Disclaimer: We do not own Glee, the characters, or quotations from the show.

(Aug 1 scramble - 979 words)

Craft day:

“Do we need more glue?”

Blaine scratched at his head before grimacing as he realized his hands were covered in glue. now his hair was also covered in glue. The stuff was everywhere. “No, I don’t think that’s it.” He scanned the directions while he wiped at his head. “If we add more glue, things could get worse.”

His eight year old son Michael huffed a sigh and poked at the goopy substance in the bowl. “What about more glitter?”

Blaine shook his head slowly as he tried to make sense of the mess they had made. “Oh god no. No more glitter.”

It looked as though a glitter bomb had exploded in their kitchen. There was glitter on everything: the floor, the cabinets, them. Glitter had even somehow ascended to the top of the fridge and landed amongst the mousetraps they stored up there. It was quite a mess.

Michael blew the dark curls he inherited from his father out of his eyes and glitter puffed out and slowly and floated down. “Did we put enough activator in?” He spread his fingers and purple glittery glue gunk made strings across them. “I don’t think it’s supposed to be so sticky.”

Blaine made a noise of agreement before he realized two of the pages were stuck together. Carefully, he peeled them apart and saw they had missed a step.

“Okay, kiddo. I figured it out. Grab that spatula and stir until you think your arms are gonna fall off.”

Michael did as his father told him and stirred, the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth. “What do I do if my arms do fall off?”

“Use some of the glue and stick them back on. I’m going to clean up a bit before—“

“What did you two do to my kitchen!” Kurt exclaimed as he clutched his face in horror. He stood in the doorway, his keys and a brown paper bag in one hand. “Did you blow up a disco ball?”

Blaine winced. “Oh, hey honey.” He gave his husband his most charming smile. He cleaned faster. “You’re home early!”

A little giggle came from their six year old daughter who had spent the morning with Kurt. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she took in the mess. “Mikey looks like the shiny troll from that movie!” She set down a matching brown paper bag and skipped over to the counter where her brother was stirring vigorously. “I want to do it too!”

Kurt set his bag down quickly beside his daughter’s and gingerly picked his way through the disaster zone. “Tracy! Wait! At least change your clothes first!” He sighed and accepted a kiss on the cheek from his husband. She was already elbow deep in the concoction and chuckling maniacally.

“Don’t worry, Kurt,” Blaine said brightly. “I’m going to have all this cleaned up before dinner. How did it go making candles?”

Kurt leaned tiredly on the counter, then remembered it was covered in slime and stood upright. “We actually had fun until Tracy decided things were too calm. She decided she didn’t want a normal cat shaped candle, but she wanted a headless cat shaped candle that would bleed when she burned it.”

“Jesus Christ,” Blaine mumbled as he picked out some sparkley glue from his arm hair. “Has she been watching Wednesday again?”

Kurt rolled his eyes and grabbed a dish towel. After wetting it, he began to carefully wipe the glue off of Blaine’s arm. “I don’t know but I’m having a hell of a time encouraging her to express her creativity while also not making the other children around her cry.”

Blaine thanked him for the glue and eyed the room with another grimace. “It’s a precarious dance for sure. You do a wonderful job.”

Kurt smiled and kissed him just as their children screamed in triumph.

“Dad! Papa! Look! We made slime!” Michael held up a blob of purple goo studded with glitter.

“Can I eat it?” Tracy asked as she squeezed some through her fingers.

“No!” Blaine yelled in alarm at the same time Kurt yelled, “Absolutely not! Don’t you dare put that in your mouth!”

Tracy glared at them for ruining her fun, but then got distracted by the shiny slime. Michael gave her a very brotherly look that said he considered her only a step above an animal.

“Why are you so weird?”

“Am not! You’re weird!”

“You’re the one trying to eat slime!”

“I just asked! I wasn’t gonna do it!”

Kurt took a deep breath and released it as Blaine continued to clean the kitchen. “Kids! Enough!” Kurt interjected, hands on his hips. “Mikey, don’t call your sister weird. Tracy, don’t ever eat anything unless you know it’s food. I will not have fighting on craft day!”

Blaine nodded solemnly in silent support as he scrubbed at a dried pile of goop. He accidentally upset a pile of glitter that puffed out in a cloud and caused him to sneeze.

Michael shrugged and continued to stretch the slime out and whirl it like a jump rope between his hands. Tracy stared down at the small bit in her hand. “I wasn’t gonna eat it,” she grumbled.

Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to stay calm. “Alright. Help me and Papa clean up the kitchen and we will all go out for pizza. Deal?”

This was met with cheers of agreement from the two children who took wet paper towels offered to them by Kurt and set to work wiping up glitter. Kurt smiled at how determined they were and grabbed the broom and dustpan.

“Thank you,” Blaine said with a grateful smile.

“You’re welcome,” Kurt replied as he started sweeping. “But buckle up because next craft day is painting and Tracy had me take her by the cemetery for ‘inspiration’.”

“Of course she did. But it’s fine because in the Hummel-Anderson house, we support weird.”

“Absolutely.”

*words used from the scramble:

Candles (pretty sure this is the unscrambled word but shhh don’t tell lol)

scan (scanned)

land (landed)

ascend (ascended)

clean

dances (dance)

deal

[sunrisesunsetqueen]

Fictober Day 2: “Don’t worry, I got you.”

Season 4 Rewrite, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x OC!Willow Howard

Alright besties, give it up for day two!! So in my fic i completely rewrote season four (i had to when you add an OC and she has been dating Steve for months and they both had been seeing Eddie for a month by that point) so this is a small snippet of the night that everything changed for them. this is a longer scene that i wrote, but for this prompt i had to shorten it. (I might write more for a different day in Fictober)

WC: 999 TW: Blood, mentions of a maybe child death, tiny bit of s4 spoilers

March 1986

The blood, it was everywhere. Some of hers, some of his. She couldn’t tell at this point, the tears were so heavy in her eyes, spilling on his exposed wounds. 

“We gotta get him out of here” Dustin’s voice sounded nasally from the tears he was spilling on Eddie’s leg.

“Get him out of here. Get him out of here” was the other only thought going through her head before they felt the earth and ground shake. It felt like the earth shattered under them, but they didn’t see any changes to the environment around them.

The ground shook for a while, Dustin trying to protect them by using his body to shield them both. “He’s just a kid. That's not his job, he's just a kid”  Willow’s mind was clogged with the fact they are all kids. “Dustin shouldn’t be here, Eddie shouldn’t be in my lap bleeding. Max…Max. Did they win? It doesn’t feel like it. Is she okay? Nancy, Robin, Steve. Oh god where the hell is Steve?? Get him out of here. GET OUT OF HERE!!”

She looks down at Eddie. “Wake up, Eddie.” She shook his body lightly enough to not hurt him, but strong enough that he would actually snap out of it. When he wakes up he coughs a little.

“Oh christ” 

“You're gonna need to stay awake for me okay?”

Eddie’s eyes are pretty hazy, but Willow is close enough to see that she has been crying. He’s not dead and she's here. She’s actually here.

He nods his head, pain radiating throughout his body. 

“Don’t worry, I got you. I’m gonna get you out of here, baby” She kisses his forehead softly before turning to Dustin. “Here, watch him, keep him awake or so help me, you’ll have me and Steve to deal with, got it?” Willow’s aggression can be felt through her words as he has Dustin scoot over to hold Eddie’s upper half. 

“Awake, got it?” She looks down at the boys once she gets up. 

“Got it, awake.” Dustin says through tears.

“And keep him talking, he never shuts up normally, and now shouldn't be the exception” She takes off into the upside down Munson trailer, hearing Eddie and Dustin talking off in the background. Once inside she finds old clothes in the closet. She grabs them and runs back out to them.

“Eds, this is going to hurt, okay?” She's working on pure adrenaline now, the bites on her arms, shoulders, and the small bites on her torso are nothing compared to what Eddie has. She’s losing blood, but that’s a problem for later. She needs to get him out of here.

She takes the old clothing and rips it up and wraps it tightly around Eddie’s torso like she did to Steve’s when they got stuck in the Upside Down earlier.

Eddie yelps loudly in pain and she shoves some of the excess cloth into his mouth. “Shut up” she whispers to him. She has no idea what could be around them in this new area and she doesn’t want to find out, especially if Steve and the others are still out there. 

She finishes wrapping Eddie up and pulls out the ball of fabric from his mouth. “I’m sorry, baby, but I need you to stay quiet. I know it hurts, but we don’t know what's out here and we need to get home safely, okay? Now, can you move?”

“A little” Eddie’s raspy voice whispers to her.

“Can you stand up?”

“I can try”

“That's good enough for me. Dustin, help me get him up” she commands

As Willow and Dustin get Eddie up, Eddie winces and groans in pain. “We gotta get him back through the gate” she says to Dustin who is also still crying as he nods head in response. 

They try to drag him, but it soon becomes a challenge when Eddie can’t help but put a lot of his weight on them. They're both so much smaller than him and not that strong and they soon start to struggle as Willow cannot help the tears running down her face at their situation. “Stay awake for me baby, stay awake.” she whispers to Eddie

And that's when she hears it, the sound of boots running to them. She can't even look to see Steve running up to her, she's so dedicated to getting Eddie out of there. 

“Will, what happened?” 

“Eddie decided to be a fucking hero” she grumbles

Steve begins to look at her quickly and see she's covered in bite marks as well “What? Why? Is he–? Willow you're hurt, are you ok–”

“I can’t leave him, Steve, I won't do it. So fucking help or get the hell out of my way” she pushes past him. 

Steve takes no time in switching Dustin out and commands the other three. Him and Willow are acting purely on instinct at this point, “Robin, get the kid out of here and get to the other side. Find something that we can safely drop Eddie on on the other side, now.”

Robin has never seen her friends act like this. Even with Starcourt, Steve has never been as authoritative as he was now. She quickly gets Dustin and Nancy to the other side to find something for Eddie to land on.

Steve looks down at Willow and Eddie. Willow covered in blood, Eddie bleeding out. “I did this. I love them and I dragged them into this and if they get through this…they have to get through this or I will never forgive myself for this.” He pushes the thoughts away and just keeps moving, taking more of Eddie’s weight to not further burden Willow.  The three of them keep moving as Steve looks to them and says “Don’t worry, I got you. You're gonna be okay. I promise” A promise that he intends on keeping because come hell or high water, he’s getting them all out of there… alive.

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PAIRING: Witch!Karl Jacobs x GN!Reader

SUMMARY: You get caught in the rain and Karl comforts you. That’s it. That’s the fic.

WARNINGS: Mild language

A/N: Hey y’all! First installment for the Halloween series (insert confetti and streamers here)! This is a bit lighter to start with, but the series will gradually ease into more horror elements. I’m very happy to be posting this, so I hope that you guys enjoy it ‘:)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the weather did not give two shits about being convenient. The weather does not care about you, your kid’s soccer game, your new job interview, or whatever sporting event you might want to attend. It’s the weather- it’s not sentient, no matter what (some) people might say.

So, there’s only so much you can blame it when you forget your umbrella at home.

You closed the apartment door behind you with a kick, exerting enough force the rattle the picture frames. The grocery bags hanging from your arms felt ten times heavier than they normally did, and you groaned as you let them fall to the floor with a thunk. Water dripped off the plastic, pooling into the floors.

No doubt your neighbors would complain, but at that moment you didn’t care. You just wanted the day to be over.

If you had to hazard a guess as to what you might look like right now, you would say something akin to a drowned rat. Your clothes, your grocery bags- seemingly every part of you had been soaked. All because of a sudden rain shower right as you were leaving the corner store.

You tipped your head back and groaned. Damn it.

To be honest, today had not been one of your best days. First, you had slept through your alarm, launching you into a mad scramble out the door in an attempt to get to work on time. You hadn’t, and consequently had to sit through your boss’s entire lecture on ‘proper work ethic’ and ‘respecting your job’.

Then, one of your coworkers was sick, so you and the rest of the poor sods on your shift had to scramble in order to complete their missing colleague's work as well as their own.

Finally, as you’d mentioned before, you’d been caught in a rain shower right as you left the grocery store. Seeing as it was several blocks away from your building, you had the same chance of remaining dry that a kindergarten teacher has with corralling a horde of overwrought children; none.

Your tiny studio apartment was a sight for sore eyes, despite the fact that it was, well… tiny. Only about 750 square feet, if you were remembering correctly.

The room that greeted you was dim and bathed with swathes of gray, only barely illuminated by the weak light that filtered in through the windows. Rain pattered gently against the glass, filling the space with a placid ambiance.

The blankets on your couch were still in disarray from how you’d torn through them to get to your bag in a rush to get to work; some of them were left half on the ground, pathetically sprawled across the thin rug that padded the small living room.

Behind it, unseparated from the living room, your bed wasn’t much better. Your pillows had somehow been knocked off the mattress and were pinned between it and the nightstands, exploding out from the small space in a kerfluffle of white and cream. A seal plush- a favorite of yours- stared accusatorily at you from where it was perched at the foot of the bed.

Toeing off your soggy shoes, you flopped onto your couch with a heavy sigh. The old springs squeaked as you rolled onto your side, arms flopping limply over the edge of the cushion. You sighed. Stared dead-eyed at your reflection in the empty TV screen. Then you reached into your pocket for your phone, the screen damp, but relatively untouched.

There was one person that you could always turn to whenever the universe decided to screw you over. The same person that had been your best friend since high school- that had stuck by your side through messy breakups and college finals.

Karl. 

You slid open your messages, fingers moving on muscle memory toward the most recently texted contact on your phone.

You just now hey :(((

It only took a few seconds for his chat bubble to pop up, and within a few moments, your screen vibrated with a notification.

Karl 🥺💜 just now hello???? are you ok???? :(

You just now i got caught in the storm and now i’m all wet and all my groceries are all wet and it sucks :(

You frowned, shifting. You were getting water all over the couch.

Karl 🥺💜 just now oh gosh

You just now yeah </3 can you call me? please?

True to form, it barely took a second before your phone rang, belting out the main title theme for ‘Adventure Time’. Karl’s icon was magnified as it popped into view- a blurred-to-hell selfie of the two of you, taken at some college party that you’d attended. You were both laughing.

“I’m literally going to beat up the sky right now.”

You couldn’t help your snort.

“Hello to you too, Karl.”

“I’m not kidding. I’ll beat it up. It’ll wish it never even thought about making you wet.”

“Really?” you said. “The sky thinks about that?”

A pause, before he giggled. You could already imagine the flush that must be making its way up his cheeks, painting his face in pretty shades of pink and red. Just hearing his laugh made it impossible to prevent a smile from blooming on your face; it was like a button that flooded your brain with serotonin.

“Oh my god,” he cackled. “You’re literally the worst. You’re supposed- you’re supposed to be sad! I feel lied to.”

Rolling your eyes, the grin that’d stretched across your face lost some of its luster. “Don’t put me into a box, Karl.”

Sensing the undercurrent of exhaustion that permeated your voice, his own softened.

“No, but are you actually okay? ‘Cause it doesn’t sound like it.”

You shifted in place, getting up from the couch and padding toward the kitchen.

“I don’t know,” you murmured. “Part of me wants to lay on the floor and do nothing, but I don’t think that’s doing myself any favors.”

The tile was cold under your feet, and slightly sticky. Opening the cabinet over the sink, you retrieved a glass and filled it with water, shifting the phone so that it was pressed between your shoulder and your ear.

Karl was silent for a moment. In the background, you could hear something (maybe wind rushing?) before he spoke again.

“That really sucks.”

You sighed, shutting off the faucet and downing your glass in one gulp.

“Yeah.”

You grimaced at the suffocating sensation of the fabric of your sweater clinging to your body like a sopping, itchy second skin, and, without hesitation, pulled it off and flung it to the side. It landed on your kitchen counter with a wet ‘shlap’, looking more like a sad squid than an article of clothing as it clung to the granite.

It didn’t do much to help in the end, seeing as the tank top you wore underneath it was soaked as well, but it was progress. Sighing, you pressed your thumbs into your eyes, feeling the residual drops of rain that dropped off your eyebrows and ran down your face.

“I think I’m gonna have to take a shower,” you said. “I’m feeling pretty gross.”

Karl made a soft noise of affirmation. “Oh! Then… we should probably hang up.”

“Uh,” you started, face slackening in surprise. “I don’t have to do it now.”

A rustling noise emanated from the other side of the line, and you could’ve sworn that Karl cursed softly under his breath.

“No, no- don’t let me hold you up.”

Your mouth twisted to the side. It was a bit childish, but… you were hesitant to hang up when you’d only just started speaking. A part of you panged with hurt at Karl’s easy dismissal, but you pushed it aside. He was busy, and you’d called out of the blue- it wasn’t his fault if he was busy.

A finger hovered over the ‘end call’ button. You bit your lip. “Bye.”

“Bye!”

Sighing, you watched as the screen of your phone went dark. So much for that.

Imagine your surprise when, about fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang.

You paused in the middle of drying your head with a towel, popping your head out of the bathroom and looking toward the source of the noise. Steam curled around your face and clogged the air, filling the rest of the apartment with the scent of tea leaves and lemongrass.

Frowning, you wrapped 

Wrapping the towel around your neck, you crossed your living room with quick strides. You only took a quick moment to check if you were decent before you swung open the door, barely catching it before it slammed into the wall and made a ruckus again.

You blinked, eyebrows shooting up so high they might as well have entered the stratosphere.

“Karl?”

If you didn’t know any better, you would say your best friend was a sentient stack of candles and mason jars instead of a man. His arms overflowed with the things, and you spotted a separate bag that you knew was chock full of more stuff slung from the crook of his arm. The only evidence that he was human were the two long, skinny jean-clad legs that kept the mess upright, and the brown curls that peeked out from over a bottle sealed with wax.

“What are you doing here?” you asked. Then, wrinkling your nose, you paused. “And why did you bring over an entire Hobby Lobby?

“First of all, rude,” he started, and you knew that he would be glaring at you if he could. “How dare you assume I would buy anything from Hobby Lobby?”

“I don’t know. Where else would you get all this stuff?”

He sniffed haughtily. “Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?”

What.

Before you could process the reference, Karl was barrelling on:

“Second of all! You seemed down over the phone, so I brought stuff to help you cheer up!”

You raised your eyebrows in an expression that might’ve been disbelief if it was anyone else, but it wasn’t. It was Karl.

“Wait- so you drove all the way out here. Twenty minutes from your own place. To cheer me up?”

The same Karl who, incidentally, had revealed to you that he was a witch at the two-year mark of your friendship.

“Duh.”

Now, it was fair to say that you were a naturally skeptical person. In your mind, everything had a proper scientific explanation- even phenomena that might appear supernatural at first. An eerie wail on a ghost-hunting show? Probably the wind! Multiple mythologies about vampires from many different cultures? The fact that wildly different societies throughout history had similarities between their mythologies wasn’t that outlandish, and certainly wasn’t an indication of anything supernatural.

So, naturally, you’d told him to prove it.

Imagine the shock you felt watching as purple-green-white flames danced in the palm of Karl’s hand, fizzling like a firecracker and burning without heat. His eyes, so normally soft and brown, were a kaleidoscopic, whirling mix of every color conceivable. Alight with a power that you could not even begin to understand.

You’d passed out, and Karl had proceeded to freak out until you awoke a few seconds later.

It is a truth acknowledged solely by you that your best friend is magic. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and Karl is a witch.

Lips curling up into a shadow of a grin, you stepped aside, allowing Karl to finally come clanking into your apartment. A jar fell down from the pile, hitting the ground with a loud clink and rolling until it hit the base of your bed frame.

You winced. If the neighbors weren’t going to complain earlier, they definitely were now.

“Oh my God,” you chuckled incredulously, leaning against the back of your couch as you watched him arrange his infernal goodies on top of your coffee table. “You are literally insane.”

Now that his arms were free, you were able to finally see your best friend instead of a walking amalgamation of craft stores. There were three things that had never changed about Karl, no matter how hard he might’ve tried: the unruly, wild tangle of brown curls that fell over his face without regard for his vision, the deep, puppy-like eyes that caught all of your attempts to cheat in Monopoly, and the peach-soft shape of his face.

He was wearing one of his sweaters today- one of the old ones you’d given him while you were still in uni. The fabric that’d once been a vibrant sunflower yellow was reduced to a faded lemon; it was soft with age, covered in mysterious stains, and looked like it was one more wash from coming apart.

Karl shot you a toothy grin. “Yeah.”

Scoffing, you turned so he couldn’t see the helpless smile that spread across your cheeks. What an idiot.

“Seriously, though,” you started, pushing away the butterflies fluttering in your stomach to fix him with a deadpan stare. “You didn’t have to come over, Karl. I know we’re besties, but you don’t need to drop everything to come comfort me. I just hope there wasn’t anything important this time.”

One of the things you’d grown accustomed to throughout your friendship was Karl’s constant need for movement. 

Having arranged all of the things he’d brought over, Karl’s hands were everywhere- playing with the hem of his sweater, tucking in and out of his jean pockets, running through his hair, drumming against his thigh… it went on. However, at your statement, his actions seemed to somehow grow even more frenetic.

You watched curiously as his face pinked, tugging at his collar as if to fan himself. Or hide. You couldn’t meet his gaze, Karl seemingly taking immense interest in the weave of the rug.

Both your eyebrows went back up.

“Karl, is there something important you should be doing right now?”

“I need to renew your wards,” he said, still refusing to meet your accusatory glower. “The full moon’s coming up soon.”

“Karl.”

He looked at you guiltily, looking more like a scolded puppy than an actual adult person, and you sighed. Leaning forward in your seat to pinch the bridge of your nose, you looked up at him through your lashes.

“You are an idiot.”

A sheepish grin. “I’m your idiot, though.”

It didn’t take long for Karl to light all the candles he’d brought, lighting each with the barest flicker of power. The scent of rosemary, lavender, and lemongrass filled the apartment, but it wasn’t suffocating- rather, calming. You weren’t sure how he was able to have so many candles lit at once without giving you a headache, but one day you were going to find out.

The bed dipped under Karl’s weight, protesting shrilly, and you slid towards him another half-inch. His knee pressed into your thigh, but you allowed the contact, much more interested in the stone that he offered to you.

Recognizing it, your eyes curved into half-moons. “Rose quartz?”

“Oooh!,” Karl beamed, eyes blazing purple for a moment before they cooled to their usual dark hue. “You’ve been paying attention!”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, duh. If magic’s important to you, I’m gonna at least try to remember something about it.”

Karl paused, a complicated mixture of emotions twisting over his features, and you took the opportunity to tangle your fingers with his. He flushed again, this time turning an impressive shade of rose.

“Plus, it would be really hard not to, since you ramble about it all the time.”

His jaw dropped, his eyebrows furrowed, and he honestly looked so offended in that moment that you tipped your head back and laughed. You couldn’t find it in yourself to stop, even as he wrested you into a headlock, breathless and endlessly pleased.

“Stoooppp,” he whined, breath heady against the back of your neck. His arms loosened, but instead of pulling away, you tipped back and rested your head against his collarbone, humming.

Karl froze for a moment, then, after a few heartbeats of hesitation, rested his hands against your thighs. You watched them as his fingers began to move, tracing lines and tapping patterns. With every stroke of his skin against yours, glowing white lines, thin as spider silk, were left in the wake.

His head dipped down, hair tickling your cheek, and allowed his lips to press against your temple. You grinned privately to yourself, glancing up to catch the way the corners of his mouth quirked up into a small smile and his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks.

“Do you want to watch Hocus Pocus?”

Karl startled, flushing to the roots of his hair and abruptly scooting away with a nervous giggle. “Uh- sure? I mean, that sounds good.”

You smiled secretively to yourself at his flustered expression. It might take him a while to admit his crush. He might never. No matter what, you weren’t going to let him go. Not when he was your best friend, and first love.

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[iamjustcara]

My dad died at 72 on 12/31/19 after his 2nd massive heart attack. It was hard, but as a family we got through it and even moved my mom to Memphis to live in a house right next door to me. She was out of shape and overweight but did fine in her house on her own for 2 years.

Then in Nov 2022, at 74, she fell and broke her femur, requiring intramedullary nail for the fracture and full time rehab. Rehab that isn’t going well. Rehab that has been derailed by a bladder infection that made her throw up and prevented her from eating and required 5 days in a real hospital. Rehab that was derailed further when she got Covid at the ER while waiting for bladder infection treatment. She’s finally back at rehab, free from her 2-weeks of Covid quarantine, but she’s throwing up again. And on it goes. It’s always something.

I whine about all this to say: this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life and it’s not even happening TO me. I’m powerless, I’m helpless, I’ve got no control of her treatment and it feels like I’ve got no control of my own life b/c I spend so much time visiting her and worrying about her comfort and going to her appointments.

People: stay active. Walk your ass down the driveway every day. It will make a difference. Get up, get out, move around and use your body. Sure actual exercise is good for you but movement of any kind will help. My mom will likely never walk unassisted again. My mom can’t come home and live alone and I can’t be her personal home aid. She’s going through this medically but I’m going through something too.

Being a caregiver (really I’m a care supporter) is slowly killing parts of me. And I am mad. I’m mad that my parents never followed instructions after previous surgeries to be active. All they had to do was walk around the block everyday. They never did. I’m mad that nothing seems to go right for my mom since she fell and all the lofty goals of being back to “normal” in 6-8 months have evaporated.

I’m mad that my two brothers and I haven’t met up to discuss things. Even when the older one showed up in town unannounced last week he didn’t tell me his plans so I never even saw him. I’m mad that I can’t focus on critical things in my own life because everything has become dependent on my care obligations. I wash her laundry bc she’s got sensitive skin and needs special detergent. I bought her new clothes so she wouldn’t be in the rehab gym in her ratty old house clothes. I haul shit over from her house to make her more comfortable in the rehab room. I leave work to go to appointments with her, to hold her hand when she cries. I do all this shit but it’s not enough to change any god damn thing.

Nothing is going to be changed. I’m locked into this bullshit until mom finally gives up and dies. There is no fucking escape. The brothers aren’t going to hold her hand and rush up there when she calls scared and crying it for my dead dad. My role in this position was set in motion when I was born the only daughter. And I’m fucking mad.

I love my mom. Living next door to her was a dream come true. But I’m killing myself trying to support her and I’m mad that I can’t let myself step away. I know I don’t have to be the caretaker, but if my dad ever found out I abandoned my mom he’d be so disappointed. As he died in Vanderbilt hospital I held his hand and promised him I’d take care of mom. So I have to keep going. I do my best and I acknowledge that my best changes from day to day.

I’m mad at my mom for being old and out of shape. I’m mad that she had surgery, followed by an infection, followed by Covid. I’m mad at myself for not adjusting into this new role easily. I am not a parent, I have no experience guiding someone to make good decisions and try her hardest. I’m not trained in this at all but now I’m fucking stuck in it.

I’m so mad

[janis-1987]

The Scandal (Fizzmodeus Angst) (One Shot)

Based on an ask on @uwufizzarozzieuwu ‘s account, this was very fun to write, anyways....

TW: Mentions of past abuse, having an accident in public, Mammon. 

Fizz was really not having it today, he was already stressed out, with spring break in full swing, he and Ozzie couldn’t have any breaks, whether they were in the human world to help new succubus or performing at the club, there was no time for anything. Not to mention, today he was in a tremendous amount of pain, having forgotten to take his meds earlier in the day, having no time. And now was stuck at a stupid rich people party with Asmodeus, and of course the party was run by none other than Mammon. Normally, he could handle this just fine, but with everything else going on he felt like he was going to crack under the pressure.

And that’s when he feels it, the front of his pants are soaked, he whimpers, hoping against hope, its not what he thinks it is, he looks down and curses himself, he tries in vain not to panic, but it’s far too late for that. He starts to breathe heavily and his instincts go into overdrive, he backs away, running into disgusted party guests, who either laugh at him or glare at him like he doesn’t belong. He ends up backing himself into a corner where a small swarm of guests surround him, trying to talk to him, that is until he hisses angrily at all of them. 

The look of shock on the guests faces makes the music stop, and Asmodeus finally notices that Fizz is no longer by his side, he rushes to where the crowd is gathered, “Excuse me, move aside please.” He says as he makes his way through the crowd of demons, he gets down on his knees and reaches out for Fizz, “Hey, it’s alright, come here little one.” He says gently, only to be shocked when Fizz smacks his hand away and hisses again. 

“Y-you get away from me! All of you!” He growls and hisses, his tail flicking in distress. 

Mammon finally makes his way over extremely pissed that his party had been put on hold over this. “Asmodeus, what is going on? Can’t you control your fucking pet?” 

Hearing this only makes Fizz more upset, snapping his teeth and pressing himself as far up against the wall as possible. 

“Shut the fuck up Mammon, he’s had an accident and is stressed out, just fucking continue your party, I’ll take care of it,” He says in annoyance.

Mammon scoffs and leads the guests away, trying to get the party going again, and soon enough it does. 

“Fizzy, baby, let’s get you out of here,” Asmodeus tries again, reaching his hand out to Fizz. But Fizz still isn't having it, he growls and snaps at Ozzie. “Fizzypop, listen to me, I know you’re stressed out and scared right now, but I’m going to get you home safe, I promise. I know this is a lot for you and I don’t blame you for not feeling safe, but I don’t want you to be trapped here all night, so come on baby, let’s ditch this stupid party.” He says gently, trying to coax Fizz out of his survival instincts. 

Fizz looks at Asmodeus, and hesitantly takes his hand. 

Asmodeus smiles, “There we go, come here baby.” He picks him up, not minding his soiled clothes, “Do you wanna hide in my chest fluff while we leave? That way you don’t have to see anyone?” 

Fizz nods a little, too embarrassed about the scene he had just caused to worry about getting Ozzie dirty, he hides himself in Ozzie’s fluff, softly sniffling and attempting not to cry as they make their exit. 

The next day, Ozzie was getting chewed out by Mammon on the phone. Mammon screamed at him in a fit of rage, screaming about how next time they wouldn’t be invited. But Asmodeus didn’t really care about the party anyway, in fact, he planned to throw a party the same day as Mammon’s next one, and see just how many people he could actually trust in. 

[blackevermore]

🌻Arrietty Au {Pt.1}: Optimistic Triages 🌻

[ After watching the movie with @cherryblossomdokis​ we both was like “lol au time!”] [I’m just now posting this after 2 years of it being in drafts, yikes]

x Mel was born into a small family of borrowers and was the eldest of three. Her family normally lived in a very warm area in a old house until it was destroyed and torn down. In a hasty panic, her family packed up what they could and moved out into the wilderness in search for a new home. 

x During the height of a very bad winter Mel was separated from her family and left to survive on her own. After a few days of trying to stay alive in the brutal force of nature she stumbled upon a rather large cottage. It was filled with life and clearly well lived in, this was her only sign of hope. She was sick and on her very last leg but she knew that she would rather die in a warm house than the bitter cold.

x The house was a lot more lively than Mel was able to keep up with. There were 5 beans, two parents and three kids, all loud and active in their own ways. Mel knew they wouldn’t be a problem as she snuck around the house. The actual problem came in the form of the house dog and cat, more so the cat. It was always easy enough to get food and materials left around from the beans. But it would be the animals that would spot her and try to chase after her. The dog was friendly and often times she would use him to aid her. The cat on the other hand was sadistic and often tried to step/lay on her. 

x Mel quickly learn that the beans in the house weren’t has wealthy as she thought them to be. Often times she would hear the concerns of the mother bean about the patches of fabric missing while trying to mend the children's clothes. Or how quickly it seemed the fruit went missing. Often times she would hear the children being scolded for things they didn’t do. Which lead her to return most of the stuck she took. Or lean to not take as much (she’s young the only thing she could think of when she got there was to survive). 

x The youngest of the beans was a baby girl who often cried more than laughed. Mel knew better than to be around the baby bean but sometimes she would notice the baby caught sight of her and would stop crying and try to catch her. In passing Mel would play hide and seek with the baby when she was on the floor. 

x After a few months of living in the house, Mel finally found her footing and managed to build herself a hut with a few rooms. Unknown to her she built her hut under the middle son’s bedroom. When she realized it, she thought it would be best to move her hut to the girl’s room or the parents but it was actually a lot quieter/safer in the boy’s room. The animals couldn’t get in nor could the baby and the boy often stayed by his window doing whatever he was doing. 

x After about a year of living with the beans she learned that the children’s names. The eldest daughter was Yekaterina, the middle son was Ivan, and the youngest was Natalia. Yekaterina was always worried about the family, Ivan tended to try and be helpful but had a lot of hidden anxiety, and Nat was rather stoic but clung to her siblings. She found out that Ivan was closest to her age and rather stand offish and that’s why he tended to stay in his room. Mel found herself secretly watching Ivan and finding out he enjoyed a lot of things his family had no idea about. His proudest skill was knitting which he taught himself.

x It would be another three years before the beans had a very unfortunate accident happen. Mel wasn’t sure how but the parents died and left the children in the care of their eldest sister. The house began to feel very cold and gloomy for a while. This made Mel feel even more hesitant on adventuring out. 

x It was Nat that actually found out about Mel sneaking around the house and the toddler tried to tell the others but they never believed her and chalked it up to her imagination. At first Mel wasn’t sure if being around the youngest now was a good idea but at times she could tell that Nat needed a friend because her siblings were either busy or wanting to do their own thing. 

x Finally Mel would be caught playing with Nat by Ivan when he heard his youngest sister running around his room screaming “little doll” at the top of her lungs. When Ivan came into his room to tell his sister off  he hears Nat gasp and began crying. She thought he had stepped on Mel and began pounding her little fist on his leg to get him to move. Luckily Mel moved out the way. When Ivan saw her he nearly passed out in disbelief. 

x Ivan and Nat agreed to keep Mel a secret from their sister, not out of fear but rather unsureness. When Ivan found out Mel lived under his floorboards he was rather embarrassed that a girl knew he knitted. But the two quickly bonded and often times Ivan would teach Mel his school work, he would knit for her, and in return she would teach him how to build miniatures and traps. 

x When it came to Yekaterina leaving the house for work and dropping Nat off at daycare while Ivan was at school, Mel would befriend the animals in the house. this is unfortunately how she would be caught by Yekaterina when she came home early.  Thus began the “don’t tell my siblings” between Kat, Ivan, and Nat. Mel quickly became a secret family member in which everyone would give her things to live thinking they were out smarting each other. 

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For the WIP title ask game, “DSMP space AU where Tommy and Wilbur are both humans that end up with alien crewmates Techno and Philza. Wilbur is known to be human. No one knows tommy is. I’m really normal about this one”! Very curious about this :D

And also if you wanna ramble about your extended Exile AU, absolutely go ahead >:D

*cackles gleefully while rubbing hands togetehr*

SO. In this AU, Tommy is kidnapped when he’s 12. He’s abducted by alien traffickers, and manages to escape and cobble together a life for himself. Details blurry. He learns how to move in a more twitchy, stuttering fashion - kind of like a bird - smoothes out his gait so it looks like he glides more than walks, constantly dyes his hands black using a pigment he commonly finds, holds his hands so his ring and pinky fingers are tucked into his palm and then wears gloves; he also wears a mask, reflective goggles, and then a veil over all of that. He basically does a ton of stuff to obscure his form with clothing and make it so that any human features he can’t hide are altered. He has a heavy accent but knows a fair bit of one of the more common alien dialects, enough to mostly converse with ease. He manages to get hired by Techno and Phil, two aliens, on a really shifty job as an engineer for their ship. Tommy’s been working on repairing ships for a couple years and has a pretty good idea of how they run, and so his boss recommended him when Techno and Phil asked for someone skilled (and who wouldn’t be missed incase they had to. Escort him off ship if yanno what I’m saying (they’re space mercenaries because of course they are)). Tommy takes the job cause it’s even more secluded than the back rooms of a space port, and because it pays mega bucks, and because he’s still trying to find a way home (the hope has dwindled down to almost nothing now but he has to keep ahold of it because he doesn’t know how to keep going without it).

upon boarding the ship, techno and Philza introduce him to another crewmate that they mentioned but Tommy never met before getting hired. His accent is extremely heavy and he clearly knows very little of the common dialect. Tommy thinks his accent is familiar but he just can’t place it - the new crewmate is very enthusiastic and friendly, despite techno and Phil seemingly a bit nervous about the two of them interacting. Tommy is delighted to discover that the crewmate can actually bully him right back, even with his limited vocabulary. It all goes wrong, however, when the next day Phil and techno sit tommy down and introduce him to Wilbur properly. Wilbur. Who is human. Who pulls off his mask to reveal warm brown eyes with white sclera and pale, hairless flesh and eyebrows and a mop of curly brown hair and glasses that are a bit crooked with a crack in them and a smile carefully not showing teeth and Tommy just freezes. and the next few months are frustrating and heartbreaking and it’s so hard. Because Philza and techno are deathly protective of Wilbur and love him, human as he is, and have emphasized so many times tk Tommy that Wilbur will not hurt him, that Wilbur is sentientc that Wilbur is emotional, that Wilbur feels love, that Wilbur has a complex personality - and it’s affirming and it’s terrible and Tommy is far too terrified to chance revealing himself as human. He’s also far too terrified that this is a trap. Is this a shapeshifter who saw a human and learned to mimic them? If he reveals himself as human, will he be locked up and sent to another place to be sold off for experiments or exotic zoos or other even more horrifying acts? Is this Wilbur a lure to catch other humans? Is he actually human, and still a lure, selling out his compatriots? Tommy is terrified. Terrified of being caught and hurt again. is the tune he has stuck in his head a human song? If Wilbur’s human and a traitor, will he recognize the tune if Tommy hums it? Will he put together how much T’mi sounds like ‘Tommy’ with the ‘o’ removed? is this catchphrase from earth that he translated into common a popular enough phrase on earth for Wilbur to get it?

But slowly, as it becomes clear that Wilbur is human and not a traitor or faking being a human, Tommy develops a new fear. He’s drilled his humanity out of himself, he doesn’t act human any way; what if they think HE’S a shapeshifter if he reveals himself? What if Wilbur is the exception and Philza and Techno still throw him out the airlock? Can Tommy even calm himself human? Being around Wilbur makes him realize he’s lost some of his grasp on English, his first language, what used to be his only language, because he’s barely spoken it for five years and he was so young when he was taken. He doesn’t remember much history, art, culture, he doesn’t remember how politics and currency worked, he doesn’t remember geography, he doesn’t know how his own body works, he - never got a chance to learn. He had just started middle school when he was taken and had never been that dedicated to his studies, other than English because he liked stories and making them. The details of what he did learn have become fuzzy. He doesn’t remember the feeling of grass. He doesn’t remember how the glow in the dark stars were arranged on his ceiling. He doesn’t remember how to get to the corner store from his house. He doesn’t remember the lyrics to his moms favourite song. He doesn’t feel human - he let so many details go in favour of survival, and because being human meant he was in danger. Holding onto the things that made him human would have gotten him killed. But each discovery of human experiences he missed, that he forgot, that he can’t remember anymore feels like a knife being pushed into his chest. He should be able to read Wilbur easier than anything else, because they’re the same species, but it’s the same as any other alien - Tommy has to RELEARN what some of Wilbur’s body language means. Tommy doesn’t feel human anymore, and he questions what he’s even trying to go home to.

And to top it all off, Wilbur is hurt that Tommy is ‘afraid’ of him, because at first Tommy avoided him out of terror of being caught, and now out of terror that he’s not good enough to consider himself human. Phil and Techno keep on giving him disappointed looks and talks and Tommy doesn’t know how to explain that he’s not scared of Wilbur hurting him but he’s so scared of what Wilbur Represents. And also the thought thag maybe- Wilbur will reject him. Confirm Tommy’s feelings that he’s not human anymore, be disappointed he can’t bond with Tommy over being from the same planet and speaking the same language. Tommy had a very hard few months lol. After a few months he starts to warm up to Wilbur though and relax around him, thanks to Wilbur’s incessant attempts to make friends with Tommy. He’s still terrified and closed off but he starts to loosen up a bit, and finds himself feeling at home with wil, tech and Phil, and sometimes, even, safe - even though it’s constantly tainted by the guilt of keeping himself hidden.

I’ve run several different scenarios for how Tommy does get revealed to be human; he gets sick and they try to strong arm him into going through the biometric scanner (which he refuses point blank to go into of his own volition), he accidentally responds to Wilbur in English (or similar scenario if Wilbur’s like ‘(in English) what’s this word in common’ and Tommy’s like ‘(in common) it translates to ___’), the ship gets attacked and he sheds his layers for easier maneuverability and also so he can use his nails and teeth and go feral as a treat (but which ultimately reveals him as human), just a gentle admittance to Wilbur one time after Wilbjr talks about earth and Tommy can’t contain his heartbreak anymore ((oh yeah Tommy def has some good angst moments of being homesick and trying to explain to his crewmates that he can’t just go home)); none of them fully satisfy me yet though. I’ll keep running the simulations lol

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07/10/2022 // PROJECT 1: KEEP WALKING INTENTLY

This 2nd walk was inspired by the work of Jonas Mekas in his piece A Walk in 1990. In this, he filmed a walk he took and talked about his memories of the places he went to. 

For my walk, I wanted to try and film from the perspective of someone with social anxiety; when my anxiety gets bad some days, I only really look at the floor so I thought it might be interesting to film from just this perspective. I also didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk as I walked, hence this voice over. I filmed it as a timelapse otherwise I would’ve ended with 40 something minutes of footage, but in hindsight I might need to adjust my settings as my video turned out quite comedic looking.

I wanted to try and film continuously like Jonas did in his piece, but I had to keep pausing as I got too self-conscious filming in public as I felt that people were staring at me. This was especially bad on the tube.

I set off from university and walked down to Hendon Central. This is a journey I normally take by bus out of sheer laziness, so the walk was nice. The weather was pleasant with some slight cold wind which made me excited for autumn and winter. There was an ambulance that was stuck in traffic on the way down and it continued to blare its siren, which cut through the usual buzz of Hendon. I got on the tube and headed to Camden. I chose to do this walk around Camden as I’m familiar with the area now, so walking aimlessly wouldn’t be so difficult.

I normally listen to music on the tube as I find the loud noise to be too overwhelming for me, but I couldn’t film at the same time, so I went without music. Most of the journey was fine, but some of the loud parts like the bends between Golders green and Hampstead were so loud It felt like my head was splitting. Luckily, the journey home wasn’t so loud. This might’ve been because I was more relaxed this time, so the loud noise wasn’t as overwhelming for me.

Not listening to music meant that I was more aware of the world around me; it was oddly soothing to listen in to people talking. I love to people watch when I’m in public; me and my partner typically do it together, so when I’m alone doing it, it reminds me of her. People watching and eavesdropping is often considered rude but it’s a useful tool to help keep me grounded when I’m alone in public or when I get overstimulated.

I got off the tube at chalk farm so I could walk through the back end of Camden market. I’ve always preferred doing it this way mostly because chalk farm is a quieter station, but also because the order of the shops works better for me that way. I wasn’t there to shop, of course, but I’m a creature of habit. I walked through my usual route, trying to be more aimless with my walk and absorb the things around me, but admittedly I was so conscious of filming that it was hard to focus on anything else.

Going into Camden to just browse is always fun, but something I don’t find myself doing often; I tend to get low when I’m browsing at clothes, but today I just wanted to explore. I went into some shops I knew well and some that were new to me. Just silently looking around and observing all the items but also the people was calming; Camden feels like a hub for alternative subcultures and being able to explore that more than usual was interesting. 

Occasionally in my footage, I pan the camera up to look around and things that catch my eye. It’s usually plants or views through the different streets. Even when I’m at my most anxious, things tend to catch my eye and will be able to pull me out of that state, so I thought filming some of these moments would mimic it.

I made my way up to the station and headed home. The journey back was much less overwhelming. The walk back from brent cross to my house, whilst not the most interesting location on my walk, is always my favourite part of any journey back. I must cross over this large bridge that runs adjacent to the tube rails that crosses a busy road. The bridge then goes under the rails, and you get an interesting view of all the concrete bridges of the north circular road. The bridge is also home to many abandoned trolleys. Whilst mundane compared to Camden, the eerie feels of the greenery mixed with the concrete and steel will always be my favourite part of my walks. 

Looking back, I found that filming my walk was a weird experience for me; I enjoyed watching it back and seeing my journey condensed, but I think using my phone meant I was way too aware of the camera and ended up being too distracted to really let loose on the walk. If I attempted this method again, I’d borrow my dad’s body mounted camera so I wouldn’t be so hyper aware of the camera. It would also mean I’m not always filming my feet, which whilst it gave an insight into being anxious it made my footage a little boring to sit through.