#and now imma go to sleep and try to actually sleep was nice talking to you today nighty night love u

[miallurk]

In these days i realized i like art and writing and creating and shopping and taking walks and talking to people and cleaning and helping and studying and doing things but i'm just. too stressed, tired and burned out to do them. How great!

[ladynicte]

Ruby, always

Blue, sometimes, *hugs*

Jade, also always

Ruby - you are such a gem, you deserve so much better <3

No way cuz you are genuinely the best, I'm so glad to have met you through this little fandom of ours ❣️💝❤️💖💓

Jade - honestly you have some of the best takes on this hellsite.

That's because all the Coffincest shippers share one braincell and we are constantly passing it around with each other that's how we are all always so based

Blue - you are the sad mood. the crying moot, even. i am offering a tissue in this trying time. and maybe a hug. only if you want ofc

You know I always want it gimme hugs

[neurodivenport]

SIR! SIR! imma need you to be writing more nsfw chase fics! i have no shame. i need more. im on my hands and knees. credit card out and ready. i will even give you scenarios if you need some. im begging, crying, screaming, wailing, salivating, barking, meowing, purring, wobbling, and all the other i-n-g-s. you're the only one that gets into it. 😩

i literally love u… here’s something thats been floating in my brain for a hot minute (that i never wrote because of lack of motiv+ive been sick ugh)

but PLEASE send me scenarios if you have any! i ALWAYS wanna write stuff for him but its just about if i have actual ideas or not

its literally nothing but porn without plot under the cut you’ve been warned (chase davenport x gn!reader)

Chase had finally come up with a way to recharge without his capsule.

He spared you the nitty gritty of it, only telling you he had changed the way his entire room worked in order for him to sleep in your (now) shared bed. You told him he didn’t have to go through all that just because you wanted to sleep next to him- but he insisted that he was just as desperate to hold you, too.

The thought of that made you feel warm.

You watch as he turns off the light, cuddled up in his own set of pajamas, which you note have a little Davenport Industries logo on the side. He squeezes in next to you, lifting the covers above his body.

“I never knew how you slept without a blanket,” You note, “It’s so cold in your room… and you were just in a glass capsule.”

“Highly flexible industry grade polymer,” Chase corrects, with the ‘I’m a genius’ smile plastered on his cute face, “And these pajamas are designed to be warmer than blankets, with adjustable settings to regulate it to human body temperatures. You can also just turn those features off completely.”

You gape at him, eyebrows furrowed tight, watching as he giggles at your expression. “God, you Davenports are so strange.”

He just hums in response, a big, dumb grin lighting up his face.

You settle in, turning around to your side. When you feel him hesitating, you grasp his hand in yours, pulling his arm to slot over your side. He pulls you in tight, spooning your form against his. You feel his face bury itself into your neck, humming, nustling itself into your skin.

“‘S really nice,” Chase says after a few beats- voice muffled with his face in your neck.

You laugh a little, squeezing his hand. “It is for me too.”

You feel him push his body closer to yours, like he’s trying to get as close as he can. His hands bunch up at your pajama shirt, legs intertwining with yours, trying to pull you closer to him.

“Mm, Chase,” You hum, “You okay?”

“Mmhm,” He says, “I just- I want to be close to you.”

“I don’t think you can get any closer than this.” You giggle.

Chase hums in response. You know how clingy he can be, how touch starved he is, constantly clinging to you like a koala or a sloth to a tree. You bet he’d hold you for the rest of his life if he could- not getting up to a single other thing.

You feel his thumb barely touching the light hint of your skin that peeks out from your scrunched shirt, feather light and shaky. He’s praying you don’t notice him taking in your smell.

You slide your leg between his, intertwining your limbs to bring him ever tighter, pulling him forward with your tangled hands. You hear him grunt as he slots against your back, before stilling behind you, lifting his head off from your neck.

“Sorry.”

You don’t understand what he’s talking about… until you feel it.

Oh.

Oh.

“Chase,” You breathe out a laugh, “It’s okay. Don’t apologize.”

“It just- it just happens.”

You can feel him trying to hover his crotch away from your ass, trying not to press his obvious hard-on against you. You two have had sex before- but since it’s still early in that stage of your relationship, his nerves are still never ending, never wanting to overstep a boundary.

You grab onto his hip, pulling him towards you to press just as tightly as he was before. He grunts at the contact, pulling his lip between his teeth.

“You don’t have to,” Chase says, ever the gentleman, voice laced with tensity.

“Chasey,” You breathe, knowing full well what any pet name does to him, “I like making you feel good.”

He lets out a long trembling breath at that. He stays silent for a minute, clearly contemplating something, the cogs in his brain practically audible.

“Can I, uh,” Chase stutters, fidgeting with your shirt. “Can I just… do this…?”

You feel him grind against your ass experimentally. That makes you moan, shifting it back against him, reveling in the soft, barely noticeable noise he makes.

“Go ahead, baby,” You encourage. “Get yourself off for me.”

That makes him whine, burying his face back into your neck. He can never get used to your vulgarity.

Chase’s hips start moving, softly humping against you. You hold his hips in aid, guiding him with more determined strokes.

“That feel good?” You ask. He moans softly, nodding his head.

His movements get faster as he adds more pressure, his hand gliding up your stomach. Sensing his hestiance, you grab his hand and place it on your chest, feeling him pinch a nipple from over your shirt.

“I’m-“ He starts, cutting himself off with a groan, “I’m close- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, baby, you’re doing such a good job for me. You deserve it. Let yourself go.”

Chase’s whines amp up in volume, getting more and more frequent while his thrusts lose their rhythm. He’s trying to muffle his sounds into your skin, embarrassed by how much he’s enjoying this.

With a final groan, he stills, legs twitching as you feel his pants dampen.

He’s panting as he comes down, barely moving. You reach back to pet his hair, turning and placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “Was that good?”

He hums in response, still high pitched and breathy. That makes you giggle, squeezing his cheek.

As you begin to push yourself up off the bed, you feel him grab you.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m just gonna get you a washcloth and new pajamas, don’t worry.”

Chase’s eyes are big and dreamy as he speaks. “I want- I want to return the favor.”

You smile, heart warming - knowing full well its not out of obligation but out of his own want.

“Can you do that in the shower?”

You’ve never seen him get up so fast.

[chiharuhashibira]

Part 6 is here!

I was originally planning to make this the epilogue of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮, but, I love you my baby readers soooooo, Imma extend the fic! ^^

So stay tuned as I am really excited to unveil more chappies with you~

A massive, massive thank you once again to @skeleton-the-gangser for requesting the story!

Taglist:@unofficialmuilover@sofilsworld@skeleton-the-gangser@ahashiraswife @sharkyy-tm

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𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖

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<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive

(Image is not mine, credits to the rightful owner)

You woke up with your limbs tangled with Sanemi. The man was still deeply asleep beside you, and you didn't want to wake him up. Sleeping, Sanemi looked so innocent. All you wanted to do there was look at him and take in this one-of-a-kind sight.

You caressed his scars as you always wondered where they had gotten them. Your touch seemed to wake him up, so you stopped, but it was too late; Sanemi was already blinking, wondering where he was.

You smiled at him and planted a small kiss on his lip. "Good morning, Sanemi." The math teacher seemed to realise what had happened last night, and so he pulled you into a warm embrace and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Beneath the blankets, both of you were still naked, bearing the remnants of last night's making love.

"Nemi baby... I always wonder, why do you have these scars?"

You asked, caressing the huge scar on his chest while kissing the ones on his face. Sanemi was astounded by your question, but he had told himself a million times before that this might happen. So...

"It's from a car accident that happened when I was just 13 and Genya was eight. The one where we lost our mother and father."

"Oh... sorry for asking about that, Sanemi."

"No, it's okay. So, I tried protecting my siblings but failed, as even if I tried to, Genya still got those major scars and trauma."

You embraced Sanemi, trying to comfort him from the ghost of his past. Both of you lost loved ones in a car accident, and you can imagine how painful it is for Sanemi, especially whenever he sees his younger brother, whom he says he failed to protect.

"I'm okay, baby; no need to comfort me. How about you? What happened before?"

"Oh... I was ten when our car fell into the lake. I told myself before that I didn't deserve to live because my family was gone. But then, Tsutako-sama and Tomioka-san came into my life."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's alright, love. If my family is here, they'll want me to be happy. And I'm happy with you."

Sanemi smiled at what you said. He felt happy to hear that you were happy with him. So with that, Sanemi kissed you once again, which led to another passionate uniting of your bodies and souls.

--

You watched as Obanai stared at Sanemi, his friend, with concern in his eyes.

"Hey, I saw you earlier. You gave coffee to that weirdo, Tomioka. Don't tell me—"

"Eh, the man's actually nice. Try to talk with him some time." Sanemi said, patting the shoulder of his friend. Your boyfriend noticed that you were watching them, so he turned to you and gave you a wink.

It has been a few weeks since the incident with Tomioka at your house. Sanemi and your friend still haven't been that close, but they're casual now. Tomioka sometimes gives Sanemi ohagi, and on the other hand, the math teacher gives him coffee whenever he's worked up. It was too nice to see two of the most important men in your life in peace.

Suddenly, you felt a hand drape over your shoulder, and when you turned to see who it was, you were met with glistening fuchsia eyes.

"Uzui-san..."

"Told you! Just call me Tengen, remember?"

You nodded and gave him a smile. "Fine, Tengen-san."

"Eh? Drop the honorifics~" He added, letting go of you as he sat in Tomioka's seat.

You didn't answer the man, as you're quite confused with him. A part of you is wondering, why is he here now? Usually, this man is locked up in his art room. But then you just shrugged off the thought and started to look back at the test papers that were left on your table.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and when you looked up, it was Sanemi, who was staring at Tengen intensely. "Oh, what brought you here?"

"Eh? I'm still a teacher here, Shinazugawa-san."

"I know, man. I mean, you're always locked up in your cave up there."

Tengen draped his hand on your shoulder, and that instantly made a nerve pop out of Sanemi's forehead. But then your partner made an effort to calm down. He's aware that Tengen still doesn't know that you're off-limits, as you're already his girlfriend.

"Just wanted to see you all! Especially, Y/N-san." You were astounded at what Tengen said. Yes, you were close with him before even getting close with Sanemi, as he seems to be a cool guy.

A groan escaped from Sanemi's lips as he swatted off Tengen's hand over your shoulder. "Oi, don't pester Y/N-sensei. She's busy. Just come with us. Obanai and I will head out... Right Obanai?"

"Oh, are we?" Obanai asked, blinking in confusion.

"Yes! So let's go and enjoy the lunch!"

With those words, Tengen wasn't able to say goodbye properly. Sanemi quickly yanked the art teacher away from you, dragging the bewildered Obanai along with him.

--

Classes ended quickly after that moment. You decided to stay at school for another hour to finish some stuff, though. You haven't been able to talk to Sanemi, as he seemed too busy with his students. So now you're walking alone along the hallway when you overhear some students talking.

"Shinazugawa-sensei and Kocho-sensei look so cute together!"

"I know right! I heard that they were a couple before when they were still studying here."

"For real?!"

"Yep! I hope they will still go back together."

You felt a pang of pain in your chest as you listened to what these children were talking about. It's not their fault; they don't know that you're with Sanemi now. It's just uncomfortable to hear. But of course, you want to separate work from your personal life, so you stopped yourself from interrupting their conversation.

A frown was plastered on your beautiful face as you walked along the hallway. You weren't concentrating on where you were going, so you bumped into someone, which made you almost stumble.

"Oh sorry!"

"No, I'm sorry. Are you okay, babe?"

"Sanemi?" You looked up and were surprised to finally see your boyfriend. You almost wanted to just hug him and find comfort in his touch because of what you just heard.

"Are you okay, babe?"

"Sanemi, can we talk?" You asked with your tears almost spilling out. Kanae's past relationship with Sanemi is still a sensitive matter, as you still feel insecure. No one can actually blame you because insecurity is a hard thing to resolve.

Sanemi immediately nodded and pulled you towards his classroom, not caring if any teachers or students saw him holding your hand. All he wanted to do now was find out what had upset you.

He closed the door behind him and pulled you into the corner of the room, where you'd not easily be seen. Sanemi lifted your head with his index finger and caressed your cheek. His pale purple eyes are focused on yours.

"Baby what happened?"

"Sanemi, do you really love me?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me."

Sanemi placed a soft kiss on your forehead and held your hand tight. You felt as if the pain in your chest had subsided a bit in the math teacher's presence.

"I... I heard the students earlier..."

"What did those punks say?"

"They said that you and Kanae look good together."

"THOSE PUNKS. I'M GONNA—"

"Sanemi, do you love me?"

"Of course! Don't listen to those little demons." Sanemi kissed your hand, comforting you. "You're my girlfriend now, and all that matters is that. Don't let others comments ruin your day."

You nodded, finally giving a smile to your loving boyfriend. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too."

"Nii-chan, are you... Oh, hi Y/N-sensei!"

Sanemi closed his eyes, irritated with the sudden interruption of his younger brother. But still, he stood up and went to Genya anyways, leaving you to watch them converse.

"Oh, um, Y/N-sensei, I need to stay for a couple more hours. The math club needs me. Let's just continue our discussion tomorrow."

Sanemi had that longing look in his eyes, but, of course, he couldn't leave his little brother. You just nodded and stood up from your seat. "See you then, Shinazugawa-sensei, Genya-kun."

--

You ended up walking alone, watching the sky as you enjoyed the calm breeze. It's almost night, and you're wondering if Sanemi will visit you later.

The man knows how to calm you down whenever that insecurity arises. Even if you deny it a thousand times, Sanemi will notice them and make sure to assure you of his feelings. Despite his harsh facade, he can't resist you.

A small smile crept up your lips as you muttered it once again. "Sanemi can't resist me." That gave you a tickling sensation in your stomach, which lifted your spirits somewhat. You just love how the man shows you the other side of him. The way he blushed, the way he would hold your hand, everything

You were about to cross the street when, suddenly, a flash of light blinded you.

--

"Hey...You're finally awake."

You opened your eyes, feeling that pain behind your head. You looked around but immediately felt dizzy. "Hey, don't move. You're still injured, so don't force yourself for now."

The voice seemed familiar, and despite what he just said, you still turned to look at him and met his golden-orange eyes. You're too stunned to move. Is this... Hotaru?

"Are you the God of Death?" You asked, thinking you were already dead, as you never expected to meet him again. The man chuckled and reached out to caress your cheek. "Is that a new pickup line?" He asked that, which made you feel confused.

You suddenly realised that, no, he isn't the God of Death. He's really Hotaru Haganezuka, and now all you want to do is just close your eyes and wish that when you open them, he's gone.

"Why are you here? I need to go home..."

"Hey, angel. Don't move for a while."

Angel... The word almost made you throw up. You wanted to leave, but your body is too weak to move. Hotaru seemed to notice it, so he placed a hand on your shoulder and heaved a deep sigh.

"For your information, I saw that you almost got hit by a car. I jumped in to save you, but you still hit your head on the ground. Minor injuries only, though. And yes, you're welcome. Tsk..."

He said it with a hint of annoyance in his voice. You gulped, feeling a mixed bag of emotions as you watched him fix the blanket over your body.

"Do you still talk to Tomioka? I'll contact him."

"He'll kill you if he knows it's you."

"Fine then. You're stuck with me."

--

Sanemi was pacing back and forth at his apartment, feeling worried that you hadn't responded to his messages. He wanted to visit you, but his little brother is sick, and Genya and his other siblings can't focus on taking care of him because he needs to prepare for the exams.

The math teacher tried to contact you again, but you're still unreachable. "For fuck's sake, answer the phone, Y/N!" He muttered under his breath as he tossed his phone on the table.

"Nii-chan, are you okay?"

He immediately hid the frustration in his expression as he looked up at his little brother, who was already awake. Sanemi sat beside him on the bed and checked if his fever was gone. But no...

"Oh Koto-kun. You should rest."

"But you're mad... Are you mad at me, Nii-chan?" The boy asked, which made Sanemi sigh. Of course, he can't be mad at his little brother for being sick. It's not his fault.

"No, Nii-chan's just got a lot on his mind right now. But I'm not mad at you. Never. I want to take care of you, so please rest. Okay?"

"Mmm."

The boy finally closed his eyes again.

While looking at his brother, he can't help but think of you. It's just that he has a bad hunch, and he doesn't like it at all.

—————————————————————–

"I hope you're okay... Y/N."

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚? 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒖 𝑯𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒛𝒖𝒌𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆?

Find out more on the next chapter of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮!

Thank you so much for reading this. I hope I managed to make you more excited for the next chaps! 🌸

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~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

[meili-sheep]

Harem reaction to drunk diluc?

Now I wanna start with how Drunk Diluc is.

If you have been here a minute, you might know that I think Diluc, when he gets drunk, gets really formal. He does a lot of masking normally, and he'd be damn if he ever lets it slip, so he falls into a very formal Mondstadt dialect. But here is the thing while his speech gets more formal, he gets a little more... friendly. He is more willing to chat He is more physically affectionate but, at the same time, more prone to getting upset when he doesn't get his affection.

As he gets more into his drunk night, he gets even more clingy, and really, you just see a lot more of how gentle and sweet Diluc. It is ridiculously adorable. But it's best you not sleep in the same bed because he will cling, and you will not be allowed up until he gets up.

Albedo

So Albedo is probably the responsible one and the one who is really responsible and if we have allergic/intolerant Diluc he always keeps a close watch on Diluc. But you know Diluc does feel a certain obligation to drink at certain parties, and if he knows Albedo there he will definitely try and avoid Albedo to not worry him.

But Albedo is a smart guy so he would totally end up finding Diluc with a glass and instantly know by Diluc's speech what's going on. He'd stick to his side like clue afterward and make sure he gets food and water. He takes all of Diluc's clinginess in stride despite not being used to it. And when Diluc leans on him.

"Isn't that a little uncomfortable?"

"No... you're cool. Imma too warm. You're cool." He just murmurs rubbing his face in Albedo's hair.

"Let's get you somewhere you can relax."

Albedo, of course, let him sober up a bit and make sure he'd all comfortable before making the honorable sacrifice of cuddling in bed for a few days straight. Just to take care of Diluc, of course.

Al Haitham

So this would actually get a chuckle or two out of Al Haitham. A winery owner who gets drunk so quickly. And then the clinginess. Usually, Al Haitham doesn't really like people in his space, but Diluc's honestly like a nice big water bottle. It's not so bad.

He does get a little protective. As he's very aware of how bad people can be, especially when someone kind like Diluc is in such a relaxed state. So as a very good boyfriend, he becomes a little more watchful of over and probably ends up leaving early to take care of Diluc and will not let anyone else Diluc like this.

ABSOLUTELY THIS MAN CALLS IN SICK FOR WORK when diluc refuses to get up and off him. Oooooh nooooo he can't get up.

Kaveh is absolutely pissed that Haitham not only has a beautiful man resting on top of him but that he can skip work because of said, beautiful man.

But at the same time. He can't find fault in it. Which does, in fact. Piss him off more.

Ayato

Now. Ayato. He's a bastard? We clear on that? Ok good. He is someone who would encourage Diluc to drink. Maybe not if he was aware of an allergic/intolerant, but still. He absolutely finds drunk Diluc adorable. And honestly, he wants Diluc to feel comfortable about him. He wants Diluc to just be himself and he gets that when Diluc is drunk.

He likes when Diluc just holds on to him and demands his affection. He likes Diluc just being there. He likes listening to Diluc talk about birds in that funny Mondstadt Accent. But he never pushes it too far because funny enough. Ayato, out of everyone, is probably one of the few most concerned about Diluc's physically healthy. I mean dude lost his family to sickness, so in the back of his head, I'm sure he's always a little worried about illnesses and is the type to take a cold seriously.

Now he is the one of the group who actually still has a responsibility to take care of so staying in bed for a day or more isn't really something he can afford to do. But he would constantly be checking in on Diluc, making sure that he is ok. Probably getting ready to be scolded by Diluc when he does wake up. But Diluc will always get the best care.

Childe

Now Childe is the one who honestly keeps forgetting that Diluc can't drink. And as a Fantasy Russian stereotype, he thinks a little firewater cures a lot of stuff.

So just forgets Diluc can't hold alcohol. And just tends to put it up into things. The next thing Childe knows, Diluc is laughing at stupid jokes he never would, and he's getting really close and touchy. And he's confused for like a full minute but happy until he suddenly remembers. Oh no

OH NO.

So he instantly goes into caretaker mode and tries to sober him up really fast. And while Childe loves Diluc being affectionate like this, he knows Diluc not going to be happy with him when he wakes, do he does his best to damage control and gather up all the affection he can get before he gets put into the dog house.

I do want to say he is better when he and Diluc are at parties, and he will take any drink Diluc feels pressured to have. It's just like the daily little things he forgets about.

Eula

Eula breaks things.

How can I say this? She already thinks Diluc is adorable. Especially in why he doesn't seem to know how to express his affection. She is constantly taken down by how adorable this serious and scary-looking man is.

So Diluc starting to smile more and holds onto her arm. And looking like he's going to cry when she has to go.

Eula just can't handle it. She breaks anything in her hand. Probably punches all at one point. And defiantly gets him home the moment someone gets close to him.

Itto

Ok, so he would totally be clueless. But absolutely happy that Diluc is being so sweet.

It would probably be Kuki that notices something is off. And probably ends up subtly implying to itto that He should take Diluc home and that Diluc might not be feeling well. Which would send itto off in the other direction getting him a little worried and overprotective.

And it would frustrate Diluc because he couldn't just be clingy and get his affection.

"You really should get some rest!"

"No! I just. Itto!"

"It's important you not well!"

"Damnit, Itto! I'm just a little drunk. I ... I just wanna be close for a bit."

"... Oh."

Of course, Itto becomes the biggest cuddles buddy which makes Diluc the happiest.

Kaveh

OK so. Lightweight supremacy. Seriously they both would get drunk so easily. And they would become that overly affectionate together. Absolutely mushy and romancy when they are drunk together. And it be totally disgusting. They would be all over each other.

And I can't help but think that Kaveh's ego would inflate MAJORLY. I mean, heck, he had Diluc Ragnvindr on his arm. I think it would be very hard for anyone to keep their ego under control.

So he's writing notes all over the message boards about how great his Diluc is.

And the next morning, when he's sobered up He probably has to have Al Haitham help him to get Diluc off of him. And it really just breaks Kaveh's heart. But he's gotta work. He would also be pretty worried seeing Diluc sleep so much so. Checking in a lot more and getting Al Haitham to check in or someone.

Thoma

Ah, yes, the male wife. He probably is like Albedo and really does his best to make sure Diluc doesn't drink. But he knows that there is a social situation where there is pressure too. So he always has a place ready for Diluc when he comes home.

Warm tea, blankets and cuddles, and even medicine if he needs it. Definitely is probably one of the few who tries to get Diluc put at a reasonable hour but fails. And then gets trapped by Diluc.

So still a good ending.

Xiao

So Xiao is the king of over protection club. So seeing Diluc inebriated would put that protective instinct into overdrive, and every bad thing that could happen to Diluc would cross his mind, and he would not have any of it.

So he pull Diluc out of that situation. But then

He's stuck with this bubbly and clingy version of his boyfriend. And He's already not great with physical affection, but Diluc gets so sad now when he pulls away. He just really has no clue what to do but accept it. Definitely does take Diluc back to the in and ask for their help. They do recognize that Diluc is drunk and help Xiao with ready food, water, and a bed, but Diluc really just wants to stay with Xiao.

"It's cold. You should go in."

"It's nice, And I wanna stay out with you."

"You're very stubborn when you're like this."

"Sorry."

"No... It's fine."

Zhongli

This is one of the few cases where Zhongli shuts the fuck up and lets Diluc just ramble on and on. As Diluc does get more talky when drunk. So Zhongli is very content to listen to Diluc as he rambles and talks while holding onto Zhongli's arm.

It's so sweet to him, but definitely makes sure Diluc drinks plenty of water.

"Come on dear. I think it is time we got you home?"

"Huh? Already?"

"Yes. You'll need some water and rest."

"Oh. Ok. If you say so."

[robynlilyblack]

You’re so brave darling

Sirius Black x fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: History repeats it’s self at the Potters house but this time it's Sirius' girlfriend showing up in the middle of the night

Warnings: swearing, mentions of physical and emotional abuse, bruises, food, blood and cuts, established relationship, non-sexual nudity

A/n: 2.3k words, I really like how this turned out, it's so intimate and vulnerable and it's kinda sad but I think it's beautiful (and thats what counts), thank you for the request, I hope you like it x

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Sirius awoke to a series of small thumps, he tried his best to ignore them, assuming it must have been James in the next room doing something stupid he thought was an amazing idea at 2am. The noise stopped for a few minutes but then it happened again, only louder and he groaned, clutching at his pillow

“Prongs I swear to merlin” he mumbles to himself waiting for the sound to stop, which it does for again a couple of minutes before it resumes once more “Imma kill him”

Sirius throws off the blanket, marching out of his room, he was happy James' parents were away for the weekend so he didn’t have to worry about anyone but James seeing him in just his boxers...or seeing him kill their son for disturbing his beauty sleep.

Opening the door to James’ bedroom, he let it hit off of the table nearby, eyes still half closed as he tried to keep himself in his sleepy state as he shouted “Prongs shut the fuck up!” reciveing only a groan in response

When his eyes finally open, he's met with a very groggy looking James peering at him from under a mountain of covers

The boy rubs the sleep from his eyes, trying to process before his eyes go wide “Shit I wasn’t talking in my sleep again was I?” he wonders

Sirius shakes his head “No I thought it was you making that...” there it was again, both he and James sharing a look “You heard that, right?” he checks to comfirm he wasn't going crazy

"I did” James confirms standing up before eyeing Sirius “Mate” he cringes, holding one hand up to block the view

“What?” Sirius shrugs before looking down “Oh” he chuckles tugging himself away “Sorry”

James lets out a breathy laugh “It’s fine just don’t want you flashin’ the burglars” he jokes but then they hear the noise again “I think it’s the front door” James says heading out of the room, grabbing a shirt on the way along with some checked trousers he throws at Sirius

“You think Euphemia forgot something?” Sirius asks hopping into the trousers before he gets to the top of the stairs 

James stops before heading down “Siriusly Pads call her mum, it’s weird when you use her first name” he says throwing the shirt over his head

Sirius rolls his eyes “Okay, you think mum forgot some…” he starts taking a step down the stairs before looking at James “That actually sounds kinda nice to say” he muses and James hits him lightly

“We can celebrate you finally having a good mum later. Right now we need to see who’s at the door” James hithers for him to follow, walking down the stairs and while Sirius nods following behind, he’s quietly calling James’ parents mum and dad in his head

Eventually they get down to the front door just as the knocks happen again but slowly the chaps are were getting weaker, of course James and Sirius’ brains weren't registering that as they assumed they were about to be murdered

“Wait” James says grabbing a vase from the table next to the door before gripping the handle

Sirius grabs the closest thing to him which so happens to be a book “Okay I'm ready?” Sirius nods

James does a double take “You gonna read to them?” he eyes the book in Sirius’ hands “Least I can clog them over the head” he wiggles the vase in the air

The boy huffs “Fuck off and open the door” he gestures for his friend to get on with it but as James pushes down the door handle he holds up the book getting into a fighting stance

James opens the door the vase lowering as he sees you, drenched as you clearly had been standing in the rain for a long time

“Y/n?” he looks at you concerned, more so seeing the dried blood being washed down your cheek from the rain

Sirius looks at the door then James “Y/n?” he repeats half pushing James out of the way and dropping the book as he opens the door fully “Merlin, you’re soaked through darlin’” he pulls you inside but as he grips your arm you wince, the small whine panicking the boys

You don’t seem like you can speak, just small sniffles as Sirius gently pushes up the wet fabric revealing a bruise in the shape of finger prints on your arm before his eyes flick up and see the small cut on your forehead

“Who did this to you?” James wonders, his voice soft while Sirius’ fingers are tracing over the marks he knew far too well

In the quietest, most broken voice they two had ever heard you reply “My mum” and the boys’ heart broke

James quickly ran out into the rain that was now dying down and grabbed your small case. Re-entering the house, he turns to Sirius “I’ll go make us some food, you take her to get cleaned up…Remus’ balm is in my ensuite bathroom along with the med kit” he tells him giving you a quick kiss to the forehead whispering “You’re safe now” before heading off into the kitchen

“Come on darlin” he takes your hand in his gently leading you up the stairs and into James’ bathroom

You just stand there, shaking from the cold as he begins to go through the small cabinet for healing supplies. Eventually he finds it, sitting it on the counter next to the sink before turning back to you

“Need to get these wet clothes off” he says softly and you just nod, your tears more evident now you were out of the rain “Can I?” his fingers graze the edge of your jackets zipper

You nod again, allowing him to take off your clothes. He’s does it slowly, handling you like you could shatter at any moment. Whispering words of reassurance and kissing your cheek or temple every now and again so you know you're safe

Eventually you are down to your underwear but even that’s wet “Turn around for me” Sirius asks and when you turn around he tries to compose himself as he sees more bruises, the ones on your arms were fresh but these looked around a week old

He unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the ground, gently rubbing his hands along the indentation the wet fabric had left. Hearing you hum as he kissed your shoulder “Back around for me” you turn hands at your sides as the tears fall

He takes the pad of his thumb and wipes your cheeks “You’re so brave darling...so so brave” his voice is still soft but there’s a firmness which makes you nod, closing your eyes as he places a lingering kiss to your forehead

He then knees down, fingers hooking the edges of your underwear, pulling them down and letting you step out of it. Before he stands back up he kisses the bruise on your hip and again his thumbs rub the irritation from your underwear waist band

“Why don’t we get you in the shower then I’ll get a bandage on your head” he offers "It doesn't look too bad" his thumb gently taping around the wound

You say nothing, just slide your arm around his waist and hug him tightly. He returns it right away, one hand going to your head protectively and the other caressing your back

“I love you” you whisper 

He kisses your wet hair “I love you more darlin’” he smiles at you as he pulls back “Come on lets you cleaned up, yeah?” you nod and he pecks your lips

You climb into the combined bath and shower, sitting down when he instructs as he can tell you're too tired to stand, besides it was easier for him to bathe you like this.

Sirius flicks on the shower testing the water with his hand before running it over your back “Temperature okay?” he double checks and you hum in agreement, enjoying the warmth after standing outside for around an hour

His free hand rubs the dried blood from you, heart aching as you hiss when the warm water hits some of the bruises than now look more like burn marks

“Hold this for a second darlin’” he hands you the shower head to hold briefly as he massages some shampoo into your scalp, smiling as he sees your lips tug up “Thanks” he kisses your forehead, happy to see you are slowly returning to your normal self

After rinsing your hair, he runs some conditioner through your ends, chatting with you until it was time to wash it out

“How are you feeling?” he gives you a small smile

 You return it, hand moving to cup his on your shoulder “Better” you nod “Sorry if I scared you”

“Didn’t scare me darlin, just…it hurts to see you hurting” he answers but you can tell he wants to ask you about your injuries

“It wasn’t always like this” his eyes meet yours “It only turned physical this summer before...my mum she…” you wince and he shifts on his knees closer, thumb rubbing your skin in a circular motion 

“Your mum did what?” he gently prompts

You scrunch up your nose “Before she was only physical with my dad…but as I grew older and he left I wanted to stand up to her. Usually resulting in her screaming at me, which until this summer was enough to scare me into submission”

“But this time it didn’t work and her threats weren't threats anymore” he finishes and you nod “She do all of this?” he gestures to the injuries

You bob your head “She makes me go to these family barbecues in our neighbourhood and we have to look all perfect. So she needs to make sure my hair is perfect too and when I talked back she burnt me…claiming it was an accident” you graze your fingers over your shoulder

Sirius jaw clenches, trying his best to stay calm as you continue

“She gave me this...” you touch your arm “When I was trying to leave a couple of nights ago to come visit you and James, she was scared i was leaving her like dad did...umm siri I think you can” you motion to your hair

“Oh” he nods, letting you tilt your head back as he rinses the product out “So…what made you leave tonight?” he asks but he’s pretty sure it has something to do with that cut on your head 

“She threw a bottle over my head” you say, hugging yourself as he turns the water off "She was drunk, blaming me for the millionth time for dad leaving...honestly I don't blame him for it, I just wish he took me with him"

Sirius felt his heart ache more than you could understand at that

"Anyway I told her it was her fault and she got mad, throwing the empty bottle at the wall to scare me, then started crying when she saw the blood"

You sniff remembering bering how she tried to guilt trip you one last time, same empty promises of 'change'

"I tucked her into bed and wrote a note explaining that I was leaving for good..." you look up at him "...then I apparted here"

Sirius closes his eyes for a moment before grabbing a clean towel “I'll never let her touch you again” he promises, kissing your forehead before holding the towel open

Standing you let him wrap it around you, tugging it in before you climb out of the bath with his help

Once your out, you cup his cheeks "I know" you nod, gently brushing some of his hair out of the way "That's the reason I didn't think twice about coming here, you have always made me feel safe...always, even when you do questionable pranks" you giggle at the end and it's music to his ears

"You make me feel the same way you know, I feel like everything is okay when I'm with you" he gives you a warm smile, noses brushing before he captures your lips in a soft slow kiss

When he pulls away he gives you a cheeky look "And my pranks aren't questionable they are siriusly thought through" he defends making you smile

"Of course, I'm sorry" you scold yourself, hitting your hand playfully

He chuckles "Good, now lets get you dried so I can put a bandage on this" he kisses the cut ever so gently before moving to grab you a t-shirt since he knows thats gentler on your hair

Just as he was about to hand you it there’s a light knock at the door “Hey, can I come in?” you hear James say

Sirius looks to you to check you were comfortable with that and you nod

“Yeah prongs, come on in” Sirius says, deciding to dry your hair for you quickly

James wastes no time coming in, giving you a sad smile as his eyes drift over the bruises “I made you some food” he tells you, eyes flicking to Sirius' motions and his smile lifts, such a simp, he can't help but think

“Thanks” you give him a small smile but your nervous about the long-term ramifications of you leaving and staying here

Luckily he's has already thought about it “You can stay in Pads’ room with him; my parents will be fine with that, they're pretty cool...I mean they did made me after all" he smirks and you giggle "I’ll send them a letter in the morning letting them know you’ll be staying with us this summer, and if you need clothes we will buy you new ones or we can use my cloak to sneak back and get anything you left behind”

Your mouth parts “James, I-I don’t know what to say” your heart warms, you knew James was kind and a good friend but having him help you and be so sweet first hand was overwhelming

“You don’t have to say anything” he assures you, eyes flicking to Sirius who gives him a grateful smile “Although” he adds as he heads to the door “I thank you would be nice” he winks and you giggle

“Thank you James” you say genuinely

“Anything for my future sister in law” he wiggles his eyebrows at Sirius who blushes lightly “I’ll let you tend to that cut and I’ll go unpack your stuff, then we can stuff our faces with comfort food”

Thank you for reading 💛

[cxhleel108]

LITG S9 Thots for this week

Guess we’re back bitches! Put your clown makeup on🤡🤡🤡

• Meet your new favorite islander for the next 3 months, Kiara from New York😛

• First off the hair options…Prolly the worst we’ve had in a while like they’re already not serious LMAO.

• SAVE ME BELLA! PLEASE!

• It hasn’t even been 1 minute and Hamish already working my nerves omgmsmdekak I got beef with every bitch that made them bring him back😭😭😭

• Six foot six…I’m bout to go crazy😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🥴🥴🥴

• So I see Melissa want beef with me? Bet!

• I gotta start off the season listening to a dude I don’t want feen over me. Fusebox I’m not happy with that!

• Yes you are Finn now MOVE!

• CALLED IT!

• Ok but why Kat’s new mug kinda eating tho liiiiiike??? This the first makeover they done did that ain’t made me bust out laughing.

• Kat I DO NOT want Captain Redbeard chill out sis.

• The first ex-review making Melissa looking bad ugh yes they did that for me!

• I heard Natasha’s ex was saying she a real eater…have fun WLW players😏😏😏

• Now why my review had to make me look like the bad guy??? Don’t piss me off!

• If they bring Stefan back and try to start Ex In The Villa 2.0 I’m done I am not kidding😕

• Not doing outfit time for now cuz there’s a lotta shit available but just know I love the blue dress and hate the pink one❤️

• This outfit is so simple but he look so damn good omg Henri I’m really finna put this pus- *mic cuts*

• Bae Imma just pretend you ain’t tell me this❤️

• No cuz look his only flaw is that he a bit of a lovestruck dummy and that’s it, y’all not finna make me hate him idc!!! That’s not even a bad thing.

• What even is Chen’s party outfit???

• Katherine be fr😭😭😭

• Oh they wasn’t playing Chen really was a man whore. You was breaking up friendships slanging that dick around babe?

• Wait but this ‘describe yourself in bed’ game kinda tea. Tasha you ate that sis!

• Why they gag him I’m so dead.

• Girl I just know Henri be talking you through it oouuu😩😩😩

• Ong you not but go off sis.

• Idk why me telling Chen that I’m finna just go sleep with Henri is killing me so bad. Like they really letting us be honest with our thottin’ and bottin’ this season😭

• Soooo…am I supposed to like care that Henri told Melissa that he “wants to get to know her”? Maybe he said that cuz they’re complete fucking strangers and know nothing about each other LMAOOO. Talking bout he playing both of us naw girl you just playing yourself💀💀💀

Alright well that was…a nice starter tbh. If they actually wanna do right by us this season then I think it has the potential to get better along the way!

[paisholotus]

Ch.3

Nalae's pov

Aaliya!" I yelled from inside my closet. She came into my room and sat on my bed, on the clothes that I had thrown off the hangers. I blew out an irritated breath as I threw another outfit on the floor.

 

"Damn, you sprung already?" Aaliya said, laughing. I turned around and glared at her, flipping her off. Today was my date with Lucious, and I was kind of nervous. He came over here again yesterday, and I told him that I'd go out with him. But I'm not sure why I can't find anything TO FUCKING WEAR!

 

"Ight, what's the problem, boo?" I huffed, plopping on the bed face down. "I can't find anything to wear, and I'm honestly nervous about this date. I ain't never been on a date before, and he looks like the type to play with my feelings." I said, sounding a little stressed out.

 

She rubbed my back soothingly as I played with my comforter. "Mar told me about how he is with women. He basically called him a hoe. " We both laughed as I got back up and walked over to my closet. "He also told me he treats the women he sleeps with like shit. Like they nothing." I said, sadly. I crossed my arms, looking down at the floor.

 

Aaliya pouted, going to pick up my clothes off the floor and putting them on the bed. "But Mar told me that he said that he was actually interested in me. And he has been nice to me." I told her.

 

"You do whatever feels right. You're young, and rejection is part of life, so if he ends up dumping you, that's his loss. Plus, we'll get Ant and Tisha to beat his ass." Aaliya said, smiling at me.

 

"Thanks, Liya. Now help me find something to wear." I said this as she got up and walked over to the closet.

 

She went and picked out an outfit, and it looked good. It was long black jeans, a cream-colored cropped long-sleeve shirt, and Chuck Taylor high tops. With a black bag and gold accessories.

 

Her outfit & hair

"You look so cute. It definitely suits you." She said it cheerfully. "Let's do your hair." She said, rushing me into the bathroom. "I want it in its natural state. So, just pin it up and let some hang." I said, fixing a half-up, half-down style. I did a natural makeup look, adding clear lip gloss and my nameplate necklace with my gold cross necklace.

 

"NaNa! He here!" Tisha yelled from downstairs. I checked myself in the mirror. I felt a little anxious, but I'll be okay. "OK, I'm ready." I said it quietly.

 

-Time Skip-

 

Lucious pov

 

I knocked on the door, and this tall ass girl opened the door. She glared at me, folding her arms. She did look slightly intimidating, but I just smiled at her. I'm trying to be on my best behavior. The thing I've noticed is that they may live in this white-collar neighborhood, but it's like that didn't phase them. Nalae acted like she was born in the hood; they all did. Mar did say they weren't born here, but he looked like he didn't want to talk about it, so I didn't press him.

 

"So, you, the little boy, that's taking my sister out?" I chuckled, sticking my hand out for her to shake. She stepped down the step, closing the door, so it's just me and her. I raised my eyebrow, looking at her questionably. What you're going to give me is "if you hurt my sister, imma beat your ass" talks nevertheless, I stared at her blankly, waiting for her to say something.

 

She got in my face and gave me a harsh glare. "Let me tell you something; if you think you're going to hurt my sister, give her a few "oh, you're just different; you're the only girl I want" type shit. Your high-yella ass is sadly mistaken. Because Nae ain't like the other bitches you fuck and dip the next day. I know all about that shit because I fucking do it. With men and women, I know the fucking game! So let her come home crying and see what happens! IT WILL BE YOUR LAST MUTHERFUCKING BREATH YOU TAKE! She's too good to be walking around hea crying."

 

She finished with her face in mine, and her glare intensified, and with that, I knew she wasn't just making an empty threat. But I held my composure and silently nodded. She backed up and went back into the house, motioning for me to come in. This would have been the second time I've been in this house, and it was really nice. This time, I got a good look at everything. She stopped me at the steps and walked up them.

 

I took the time to look at the pictures on the walls; they had family portraits that showed them as a loving, happy family. I stared at a picture of what looked to be their mama. She was a dark-skinned woman with long, curly hair. She was smiling down at what looked to be Mar and Nalae. Then I looked beside her, and it was a man holding Mar and probably her other older brother. I felt a tinge of jealousy for them, if only...

 

 

I turned to see them walking down the stairs, with the older sister and Nae behind her. She wasn't wearing anything overly sexual; she had this type of innocence about her. I could tell she had a big heart; she had the brightest smile I've ever seen. She looked beautiful, but I wouldn't be me without looking at her ass. And Goddam, she was dragging that wagon. She had wide hips, a small waist, and a big ole ass.

 

She had my mouth watering, and I stood there drinking her in. And I smirked at her; she was making my dick rise a little. She looked me up and down, then looked away shyly. I walked up to her, grabbing her by the chin, making her look into my eyes. "You look beautiful, little mama." She bit her lip, staring into my eyes. I pulled her lip out with my thumb, "Let's not do that." I said, lowly brushing my thumb across her bottom lip.

 

She smelled damn good. Like tropical scents with a little bit of coco butter. "Ight, enough with that. Make sure you have her home by 9. I don't care if school is out!" Her sister said, stopping Nae from speaking.

 

I nodded, grabbing Nae's hand and walking her out the door. I helped her down the steps and walked her to my car. "AND YOU BETTA KEEP YOUR LIPS TO YO SELF!" Her sister yelled out the door. I chuckled, looking at Nalae groan in embarrassment.

 

I opened the door and helped her get in. She picked up the flowers that were on the dashboard and looked at me, smiling softly. "Did you get these for me?" She asked. I looked at her and gave her a half-smile. I ain't never brought no flowers for no girl. So that lets me know there's something special about her. Hopefully, this night goes well.

 

"Well, who else could they be for?" I asked her. She raised a brow at me and laughed, smelling them. "Ion know. You probably give flowers to all the girls. Just to get in their drawls." She said, smartly. I shook my head and started the car. "Nah, they for you. I've never brought a girl flowers. I never felt the need to, but I was told you liked those kinds, so I got them for you. And as for getting into your drawls, Ion want to pressure you to do anything you wouldn't want to do. I want to get into here." I said, pointing my finger against her head, having her swatted my hand away laughing.

 

"Mmhm, yeah, well, thank you for the flowers." She said it quietly. Going back to smell them. "Where we going?" She asked. I gave her a boyish smile and said, "It's a surprise. Just sit back and ride." She nodded and looked out the window with a small smile on her face.

[borathae]

Chapter 23 LETS GOOO

bro get the fuck out lemme sleep zzzzzzzzz This man has no manners, none, nada.FR MY SLEEP BITCHES

one blood bag each and a cup of coffee. It is a peculiar combination, but if they like it then you won’t question it.😭😭

“Why are you asking me?” “Cause you’re the oldest here?” “And? Does this automatically make me the leader or something?” “Well…yeah?” Hoseok cocks an eyebrow up, “unless you want me to take over.” they really havent planned their boyband well

It’s after one of my grandmother’s recipes, WTF HE LIVED THAT LONG AND STILL RMEMBERS SHIT? my vampire ass would be a disappointment

“You’re adorable. A vampire with red ears, that’s a sight to see” fr TELL HIM SIS

This means he hasn’t returned home yet.  SHIT is he hurt or did he hurt someone else???

“Okay bro I was going through something?” Hoseok squeaks. “And ended up with a tummy ache”, Seokjin teases. so ur not safe from tummy ache even as a vampire great

perhaps it is because of the tension he is always walking around with, you’re sure this will develop muscle as well. STOP THE ATTACK tho he fully deserves it MY BLANKIE MY ZZZZZZZ

Is that your feel good face?” yeah -_- -��-

“Dead. Again. Congrats, you died four times already”, this made me laugh and extra pissed YOONGLES WHAT ARE U TRYING TO DO WARM HER UP TO BOILING OR WHAT??

ok she went berserk ... like a human would GOOD REMEMBER THOSE POINTS GO HARDER BABY U CAN DO IT

ok now WTF IS HIS PROBLEM AAAAAAAH ok we get it she fucked up, she went to talk to him and it escalated and neither knew consequences ok mr genius jjang jjang man boong boong

wtf hobi are u ok whats going on now shit

“Blood…uhm I just realised that this sounds very disgusting to a human”, he laughs awkwardly, “sorry.” its ok pookie, just took me off guard 💀💀

ok guys we are really in hobari's room and getting to see past his mask yall, slightly nervous idk what im expecting ahaha

that’s like my eight one. Those fuckers are amazing”, they dont have overdose issues?? wow nice wait how did hobi get tummy issues then??

Hoseok stops laughing, fidgeting in his chair rather nervously. His smile stays on his face however, never reaching his eyes and looking like a mask he can’t seem to shake off. slightly scary with description, but its really funny u can pass off everyones questions with this smile, just answer the are u ok question properly and smile, or else u look like hobi right now haha

“I’m kinda sad that I didn’t die today.” oh that was slightly out of pocket half expected it but also didnt expect it

We have Yoongi, who fought god knows how many battles. Then Jungkook, a high ranking military dude. And Seokjin, who had the nerve to serve in both world wars just for fun. wow jin really said imma fight ww1 & 2 for shits and giggles

“Because I feel like an imposter”, he confesses, “I’m a vampire, that can’t even control minds, has never been faux killed before, has zero fighting experience and whose origin story is being killed by a blowjob. How pathetic can you be?” ur just simply a vampire, not all have to go through shit to be a vampire, its just they lived that long so the probability of going through shit is higher, u got lucky. its ok ur not a clown. youre a great friend for real

WE GOT HIM HAPPY YAYA

bro get the fuck out lemme sleep zzzzzzzzz This man has no manners, none, nada.FR MY SLEEP BITCHES

me actually I hate being woken up early :/

“Why are you asking me?” “Cause you’re the oldest here?” “And? Does this automatically make me the leader or something?” “Well…yeah?” Hoseok cocks an eyebrow up, “unless you want me to take over.” they really havent planned their boyband well

lmaooa they're so chaotic i fucking hate them (i love them with all my heart)

It’s after one of my grandmother’s recipes, WTF HE LIVED THAT LONG AND STILL RMEMBERS SHIT? my vampire ass would be a disappointment

LIKE HE IS SO <3 okay but in his defense, he writes down yummy recipes sooo

This means he hasn’t returned home yet.  SHIT is he hurt or did he hurt someone else???

LIKE I'M SCARED

“Okay bro I was going through something?” Hoseok squeaks. “And ended up with a tummy ache”, Seokjin teases. so ur not safe from tummy ache even as a vampire great

hahahah they're so chaotic dhfahs

Is that your feel good face?” yeah -_- -ㅅ-

i love him :D

“Dead. Again. Congrats, you died four times already”, this made me laugh and extra pissed YOONGLES WHAT ARE U TRYING TO DO WARM HER UP TO BOILING OR WHAT??

HAHHAHA he is so rude like I love him sm <3

ok guys we are really in hobari's room and getting to see past his mask yall, slightly nervous idk what im expecting ahaha

no but I actually love this scene a lot <3

that’s like my eight one. Those fuckers are amazing”, they dont have overdose issues?? wow nice wait how did hobi get tummy issues then??

overdose can't happen for vampires, it's more of a blinded by bloodlust where they can't control themselves anymore and go feral but he is very far away from that state

Hoseok stops laughing, fidgeting in his chair rather nervously. His smile stays on his face however, never reaching his eyes and looking like a mask he can’t seem to shake off. slightly scary with description, but its really funny u can pass off everyones questions with this smile, just answer the are u ok question properly and smile, or else u look like hobi right now haha

no but I'm actually so sad for him :( I hate that he thinks he needs to pretend to be happy :( like hobi :( you're allowed to be sad too :(

We have Yoongi, who fought god knows how many battles. Then Jungkook, a high ranking military dude. And Seokjin, who had the nerve to serve in both world wars just for fun. wow jin really said imma fight ww1 & 2 for shits and giggles

i feel like it was an honour thing for him where he was all like "i have a duty as a man" 😑

“Because I feel like an imposter”, he confesses, “I’m a vampire, that can’t even control minds, has never been faux killed before, has zero fighting experience and whose origin story is being killed by a blowjob. How pathetic can you be?” ur just simply a vampire, not all have to go through shit to be a vampire, its just they lived that long so the probability of going through shit is higher, u got lucky. its ok ur not a clown. youre a great friend for real

YES THANK YOU !!! i love this agenda!!!

[emmyrosee]

hi emmy!! first off, i wanna say that i absolutely ADORE your writing and the way you interpret the characters, 11029238/10, top-tier stuff. also, i'd like to offer you a thought, a breadcrumb of an image, if you will. miya osamu in a rivals-to-lovers setting. what do you think? hope you have a great day filled with nice things!!

Oh… oh babe… whAT HAVE YOU DONE-

Also you’re the sweetest and you’re gonna make me cry so hush up before I smooch you 🥺❤️

This could work in so many settings.

But imma roll with a classic one bc I’m uncreative and love a cheesy trope 💅🏼 but if you want me to rewrite it lmk HAHAHA-

Picture it. You’re part of some petty crime gang, and you’re a late entry. He’s been there for years, ever since his brother’s the one who took off with a career in the one thing they were good at. This is his domain now; he knows you probably can’t hold your own and that you don’t deserve to be there, and rather than just expressing those thoughts, or even just dealing with them, Osamu Miya makes it his mission to make you miserable.

Cutting over you during briefings, refusing to do any sort of organization with you, taking credit for things you did on an outing, he’s an absolute worthless piece of company, and the minute you gain control you plan to send him the fuck away.

He’s old, okay, he’s been in the game far too long, and you’re sure to start letting him know that when he starts opening his mouth about your skills. It ears you both an adult version of scolding, but it doesn’t stop you.

“You want respect, you gotta earn it,” he snaps.

“Likewise, grandpa.”

And you don’t know why, but today, he’s been an absolute prick, going out of his way to ensure you are seen as a ridiculous little girl rather than any form of an actual gang member. He’s yelling, barking in your face, grabbing your arm to bring you places instead of just telling you where to go.

“Osamu. You don’t yell at someone like that,” people finally step in.

“I’m not yelling at someone,” he spits. He looks at you in disgust, “I’m yelling at her.”

And listen. You’re not one for violence, it was something that pissed the other members off. But this time, your hand reaches up to smack him hard, hard across the cheek, leaving a bright red mark in its place.

“I do not need your criticism,” you snap. “And this gang certainly does not. Need. You.”

“You don’t know the half of the shit I deal with for you-“

And again, your hands fist his collar and your shove him back into the wall, body on full adrenaline and pulsing with anger, “I don’t need your fucking pity. You are nothing to me.”

You flick him away like cigarette ashes before storming up and out of the clubhouse, slamming the door and letting the cool air of outside try to calm you down.

You could kill him. You could destroy him, and he doesn’t even care; one day, you would. You’re sure of it.

But for now, you let your exhausted legs carry you home and into your bed to try and let the chaos and fury of the day drip away.

That is, until about one am that night.

There’s a furious pounding on the door, quick and loud and it startles you fresh out of sleep, scrambling under the covers. It doesn’t stop, and you quickly grab your blade and scurry to the door, peering just enough into the peephole. “I know you’re right there,” an all too familiar voice (though it sounds nothing like him right now) calls through the door. “I just want to talk.”

“I’m armed.”

“I’m not.”

Your face drops in confusion before you open the door, and the sight before you had your breath getting caught in your throat and face paling.

“Miya…” you croak, eyes glazing up the massive frame in front of you. “What… what are you doing here?”

“I didn’t know where else to go,” he whimpers, the man audibly whimpers up at you, and your heart leaps in your chest when you look at his hands. “I couldn’t go anywhere else.”

They’re bruised, sliced up at the knuckles and torn along the bone, bleeding as he flexes them to keep them from scabbing. When you meet his eyes once again, and his face is no better, scratched and bruising and eye swollen from some form of hit.

He looks rough. Really rough.

“Good God,” you whisper in awe. “What happened?” You don’t think twice before your hand wraps around his thick wrist and gently tugs him into your place, locking the door and guiding him to the bathroom. He plops on your toilet while you gather some first-aid; he doesn’t answer you again, and you feel your nerves starting to pulse.

Silence falls on him, his eyes advert to the floor and far from you. You don’t pry, but you’re so used to him yelling at you that you don’t know how to react to his quiet.

“Hand,” you command, settling between his legs to tend to his wounds. He sighs and passes you his hands, wincing slightly when your finger presses into a wound.

“Gentle,” he mumbles, leaning his head back against the wall.

“Didnt know that word was in your vocabulary.”

“Usually ain’t.”

More silence. He whines occasionally at the stinging of peroxide, but he says nothing and you hate that. You have so many questions, so many thoughts, and he should know by now that you’re not gonna not ask them.

“Miya?” You say quietly. He grunts softly, and you give him a shaky sigh, “why… why are you such an asshole?”

“I’m a criminal who jumps men in the street when they owe us money, you’re gonna have to be a little more specific.”

“That’s not being an asshole,” you counter, wrapping a bandage around his hand. “That’s doing your job. That’s what we do.” He rolls his eyes, but you continue, “you’re an asshole to me, Miya. And… and I don’t even know what I did.”

He stays silent before retracting his hand from yours. His eyes turn towards the ceiling and he takes a sharp swallow, evident by the bobbing of his adam’s apple. You wait patiently, blinking up at him calmly, and he finally meets your gaze with a boyish glimmer past the cold, sharp pools of grey.

“Because… because you don’t belong here.”

“I’ve made my damn place very clear-“

“Shut up,” he says sharply, and while normally you’d smack him and tell him what-for, instead his vulnerability has you silent. “That’s not what I meant. I don’t care if you have your place in out gang; that’s not the fucking point.

“You shouldn’t be there,” he continues, sighing shakily. “I don’t know what brought you to us, or what you did to land yourself here, but anything else would’ve been better. People die out here; you’re too good for this shit, you deserve so much better than anything our bullshit can give you.”

“Don’t act like you know me, or understand the things I do,” you firm, and he peers at you through thick lashes. “And if I deserve so much better, why do you consistently make my life an absolute hell?”

“Because if you start to show dominance, they’re going to turn on you.” His quick answer shows he’s being genuine, and a shiver shoots down your spine. “In case you haven’t noticed, you’re the only woman in the damned gang that isn’t just an Old Lady. The minute you start getting brave, they’re gonna swallow you whole, princess.” His teeth grit, “and I’m not gonna let them do that to you.”

You cross your arms, “I can handle myself.”

“This isn’t about handling,” he snarls, and you see him tense back up like a beast in agitation. “I don’t care if you can handle your own- hell, you probably can. But there’s a reason you and I get stuck together doing petty shit; they’re going out there. You start poking your nose in that, they’re going to snap that pretty little neck of yours.”

“Shoji wouldn’t do that-“

“Not while I’m around.” He leans back against the toilet, looking down on you. “I keep you on my leash because if he so much as looks at you I’m-“

The vein in his forehead pops out at the mere idea of you getting anything other than respect, and at the sight, you’re quick to soothe him by cupping his swollen cheek in your hand.

“Miya,” you whisper, leaning in. “I’m fine. I trust them-“

“You never asked me why I’m busted up,” he cuts, leaning his head into your cool hand. “I’ve been in this gang for six years, I don’t trust these assholes. You can’t get comfortable; it’s why I’m here.”

A warmth fills your lungs and you mewl softly at his words, rising on your haunches to be closer to him. He seems taken aback, but rather than shift back to get distance, he leans down closer in challenge.

“I don’t need you to protect me,” you reiterate, and he huffs hot air through his nose. “But… I do like the idea of you being there to keep them at bay.”

“The shit I do for you and you don’t even realize it,” he scoffs, his eyes glazing your features. “Make you un-fucking-touchable.”

“I already was.” Your hands smooth up his bulky arms, and you relish in the way he shivers. “But now, with you here,” you pant, a loving hand smoothing ip the back of his neck, pulling him close to you. “I’m invincible, Miya. I never doubted for one second that you didn’t have my back.” You giving him a reassuring, albeit playful, smirk, watching a small grin of his own spread over his face. It splits the scab that had already started to form, crimson slowly slipping from the gash and down his chin.

One of your fingertips gently trace the ripped skin, watching his blood spread under your touch, “no one’s gonna ever touch me… not when you’re around, huh?”

“You make it all worth the trouble, doll,” he rasps, his own mammoth of a hand coming up to cradle the back of your head into a kiss. He tastes like blood, like cigarettes and menthol and neon and danger and it has you a putty in his hands. Your nails scratch at the buzz of his undercut, making him shiver and growl into your mouth.

His tongue is sharp, just like his words, his lips are torn up and he kisses you like it’s a challenge he wants to win, like a starved man with a morsel of food; gnashing teeth nip at your lips and grabbing paws keep your energy electric, and damn you’ve never wanted someone more.

Hands scoop under your thighs to pull you up and onto his lap, cradling him to the porcelain of the toilet while he continues to touch. Almost as if he’s memorizing your frame. His lips start to trail down your neck, suckling hard when he finds a spot that makes you keen or gasp.

It was wild.

Much like miya osamu himself.

“Who knew you cared so much about little old me?” You tease, and you feel him smirk against your neck.

“Don’t push your luck… you’re still a little princess bitch who needs to stay in her lane.” He lifts his head from your neck to lean nose-to-nose with you.

“And I can’t wait to knock you down a peg.”

[livelovesimallways]

"Prayed Up"....Pt. 3 Cont.

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Sean: "So since she has me blocked, I can't see her last location on this Life app. I don't see any purchases on the cards I gave her either."

Teeleah: "Okay...umm, what about her truck's GPS?"

Sean: "I don't have any way to connect to that from here."

Teeleah: "Actually, you do. Lamborghini has location services. There's even an app."

Sean: "Wow...Never knew that was a thing. Kind of glad she didn't know either, otherwise I would've been..." *feels her death stare* "Aight so it's taking a sec to verify...It says the car is...Hmm."

Teeleah: "Hmm?? What does it say?"

Sean: "It says her truck's in front of your place. Orchard Ct. in Nova Park right?"

Teeleah: "Yeah." *very confused*

Moses: "See...You can breathe now. At least we know she's safe. "

Teeleah: "True.." *smiling* "Let me go before she leaves. Are you coming Mo?"

Moses: "Nah, y'all need space. Plus, Sean can use the company." *gives him the death stare too*

20 Minutes Later.....

"You had me worried as hell." *gives her a hug*

"I'm sorry girl. I thought I could handle it on my own. I didn't want to dump on you but now..."

"It's okay, let's go inside."

"Damn, I forgot how nice it was in here. I feel horrible for poppin up on you like this. Y'all just got back from your honeymoon. I would've bought a charger and called, but I wasn't thinking straight."

"Dana..." *puts her hand on her shoulder* "It's okay. Trust me. I wasn't home because we were out looking for you. You think imma sit back after some shit like this and be fine without reaching you for days? Shit, I was tempted to go to the police."

"Girl, really??" *both laughing* "I would do the same though. We're a little overprotective."

"Just a little." *smiling* "So where did you end up going?"

"A hotel. Nothing fancy, just the closest one I could find. I was a mess Leah. A fuckin mess. You would think it was all over Sean, but he takes up maybe one percent. That man has always been for the streets and I should've left a long time ago. Never in my life did I think Deanna would do some shit like this. And for years??" *starts crying*

"Shit...This is exactly how I was in that room." *wipes her tears* "Sleep didn't help. I woke up feeling worse and today it got to a level that scared me. I felt like there was no point anymore. Since our parents died, it's been me and her against everything. For fifteen years, Leah, she's been my priority. Legally, she is my daughter. She used to call me Mama-Sis when she was little and started back after we lost them. I thought we had this special bond, but it's clear she gives zero fucks." *still crying*

"The first thing I want you to do is breathe." *taking a page out of Moses' book* "I know it's overwhelming right now, but trust me, you will feel better with time. There's always a point to living, Dana, even if you can't see it yet. If you want, I can give you the information to my therapist's office."

"Never been to one but I'm sure it won't hurt. Thank you."

"Of course. And as far as Deanna goes, try not to focus on why and how she could do what she did. She and Sean don't matter at this point. It's about you finding peace and a new meaning to your life." *holds her hand* "Now another thing...You're not going back to that hotel. We have plenty of room and a huge guest room."

*hesitant* "Thank you, but it wouldn't feel right. Y'all are newlyweds, I can't interrupt that."

"Girl, please. We're good, trust me. I already talked to Mo about it and he was on board. I'm not taking no for an answer, Dana."

"Okay, fine. I promise it won't be long." *smiling* "Thank you, friend, for everything."

"You're very welcome, friend, that's what I'm here for."

To Be Continued......

[projectbluearcadia]

Forgive? Forget? Haha, I Wish.

[ Trigger Warning - Severe overreaction to dark humor

Reader Discretion Advised ]

Mammon: This pipsqueak is the human we’re supposed to be protecting?

Lizzy: Hol’ up. Pipsqueak? Seriously?

Annelie: Well, you are shorter than me. 

Lizzy: Hushshsh. We don’t talk about that.   

Annelie: That said, Mammary, her name is Elizabeth, so please use it. 

Mammon: I’m going to call her Zabeth ‘cause that sounds cooler.

Lizzy: Uh... haven’t heard that one before. 

Annelie: Well, it’s better than his nickname for me. Levi, Satan, pay attention. 

Levi: But she’s a normie. 

Satan: Do I have to?

Lucifer: Honestly, you’re all acting like children... Belphie, I know you just got back, but stop sleeping. 

Belphie: Zzzzmnghs... 

Beel: He says he’ll be back in ten minutes. 

Annelie: You could understand that?

Lizzy: Isn’t the bigger question why he’s on the floor in a maid costume? I mean no judging anyways, but it smells fruity up in dis house. 

Lucifer: What? Fruity?

Annelie: Punishment I guess? Dia was trying to be creative, but after a while, I think Belphie just got used to it and was too lazy to take it off when he came home yesterday. 

Lizzy: Punishment?

Annelie: Non-sexual, to clarify. 

Lizzy: That didn’t even cross my mind. Pervert. 

Annelie: Well, anyway, the oldest here is Lucifer. He’s stressed 24/7, so please don’t bother him.  Second-born is Mammon. Don’t leave your money near him. Leviathan, will only talk about games, anime, manga, TSL, etcetera. Satan, will help you with your math homework if you ask really nicely. Asmodeus, who is currently in a bath towel why?

Asmo: Well, I would have dried off and did my hair and nails and skin if someone hadn’t rushed me out!

Asmo glares at Lucifer.

Annelie: Well, anyway, ask him about anything beauty-related. Beelzebub, very sweet and can be bribed with food for pretty much anything. Belphegor, basically sleeping beauty, wouldn’t ask him for anything unless you’ve got no one else to turn to. 

Belphie flips Annelie off in his sleep. 

Annelie: You’re such a brat, you know that?

Belphie smirks. 

Lucifer: I can smack him for you. 

Annelie: Why? That’s just how he normally is around me. One day he’ll be using my feet as pillows and the next he’ll be hitting me with backhanded compliments. I swear to Diavolo he’s a damn cat. 

Lucifer: And yet you like cats. 

Annelie: Actual cats preferably. Although Satan is a very cute cat. 

Satan flushes. 

Lucifer: He’s only cute when he’s sleeping. 

Satan: Oi!

Lizzy: Are we just ignoring the fact that half of Lucifer and Satan and Beelzebub are literally the same person? And what’s with the nameless—no offense, Simeon—angel? 

Lizzy points to Simeon even as Annelie bustles over to Satan to calm him down. 

Lizzy: Where’s Michael and Samael and all those guys? Also, what happened to the spinning wheels and masses of eyes? I really wanted to see those.

Simeon softly chuckles.

Simeon: It’s a lot less fun that way though. As far as Michael goes... he’s a bit busy right now, and I’m not too sure about who Samael is supposed to be, but I’m sure he’s a lovely person. 

Lucifer: Well, in any case, since Annelie’s has taken my job from me, I’ll take hers. She’s the head of the Human-Demon Relations Agency, and Solomon, whom you will be sharing a dorm with, will be monitoring the school according to her regulations. 

Lizzy: OOF imma die. 

Lucifer: Why? 

Lizzy: I mean Anne doesn’t really care about me, soooo~ 

Annelie stops in place as LIzzy makes a flippant head-cutting motion and sticks out her tongue pretending to be dead. 

I don’t care? Are you fucking kidding me right now? No, you never are, because you never thought I cared through all of those years. 

The brothers stir. 

Lucifer: Elizabeth, if you choose to make comments like that, please make it absolutely clear that you’re joking. 

Lizzy: Wow, look at you being all threatening. Way to reinforce that male dominance thing. 

Lucifer glances at her, and she steps backwards. 

Lucifer: I won’t say it a second time. 

Lizzy: ...jesus, I was joking! Excuse me! 

You weren’t joking. Unfortunately, I know you way too well. 

Simeon: Lizzy, I don’t think Annelie thought it was a joke.  

Annelie: It’s fine. Did you have any questions?

Lizzy: ...

Lizzy steps backward further. 

Annelie: What? 

Lizzy: Why are you... all glaring at me? What’d I do?

Annelie: Nothing. Guys, knock it off. 

The brothers begin to settle with the exception of Lucifer, who knocks a pencil off of the mantlepiece. 

Annelie: Lucifer, I didn’t mean that literally. 

Lucifer: Be more specific then. 

I have a feeling he’s going to make me spill my guts on me and LIzzy the second we’re alone together... 

Lucifer: Do you have any questions for us? If not, then join us for dinner.

He’s just going to brute force it, isn’t he?

Annelie: We’re not going to cook you, before you ask. 

[seven-thewanderer]

okay my time back on Tumblr is running out, so I decided Imma give some lore on my Sun & Moon (and maybe Solar, but if I do I may do that tomorrow, or later)

So for Sun, he’s just a little silly guy. He loves to have fun with all the kids, and even with other animatronics. Sun is rare to get mad, but when he does, he’s really scary. Other than that, he’s just a nice lil’ silly guy. He can also get really invested into topics. Ask him about something he’s interested in, and he’ll start talking about it so much, that if he could breathe he’d start running out of breath while telling you about the thing he is very interested in. Sun also needs things to be perfect. The order of the barrels in the stack, all of the balls must stay in the ball pit, the stuff toys must stay in the stuff toy section, and the harder toys must stay in the toy box, all of these things must be perfect. If one thing is off, he’ll flip and start panicking (I feel like some kids in the daycare would tell him that a ball is missing from the ball pit, and he’d start counting them all. Every. Single. One. Just to find out if a ball is actually missing or not.) Sun’s also really energetic. Like, really energetic. It’s like he runs off of Sundrop candies & Fizzy Faz. It would take a lot of playing for him to run out of energy.

I think that’s enough about Sun, so let’s move onto Moon

Moon is very shy. Now this very much contradicts with the game and the book(s?) because Moon’s an evil gremlin, he wants to kill you! The book even states that he was made to be the evil side, because Sun & Moon were theater bots. But, this is my version of them, and plus I made this lore before I even knew they were theater kids, and before I knew that Moon was just always evil. But anyways, Moon is a shy lil’ babey, and he always tries his hardest during his shift. Moon would always do whatever he could for the little kids to help them rest, like for example: reading them bedtime stories, singing them lullabies, he’ll cradle them, he’d even go and get warm milk for them if they needed it. He also has Moondrop candies for desperate measures only. However, Moon also doesn’t like messing up, like if he was bringing warm milk for a child, but then tripped on a left-out toy, and spilled it all, he would actively start crying in front of all of the children. Moon also doesn’t like being in the daycare when Sun’s out (I feel like here’s a good place to clarify that if it wasn’t obvious, my Sun & Moon are in separate bodies) (for now), because the bright lights and the yelling from all of the kids are too overwhelming for him, so normally he’s sleeping in their room when Sun’s out. Moon also doesn’t talk to people much, only to Sun & the kids most of the time. This is because he’s very shy, and whenever he talks to someone he isn’t comfortable talking to, he fidgets a lot, and if they point it out, he starts to mumble & fidget more. Another thing about Moon is that he’s very insecure about how he looks. He doesn’t like when the kids try & pull off his nightcap because he’s “bald” (the kids love to make fun of him for that, and it hurts his feelings), and he also tries not to smile while showing his teeth, because the kids call him a vampire (he kind of has fangs, so the kids call him a vampire because of it. He doesn’t like being called a vampire). He also really loves having his nightcap, so if it ever goes missing, then he won’t even want to go out of his room, let alone be seen by anybody who isn’t Sun.

I think that’s all I have for Moon, but there’s one last thing I wanna talk about for the 2 of them:

their nicknames for each other!

Moon’s nicknames for Sun:

Sunny

Sunrise

Sundrop

Sunnyrise

Sunnydrop

Sunset

Starbeam

Dawn

Sunflower

Sun’s nicknames for Moon:

Moony

Moondrop

Moonrise

Moonydrop

Moonyrise

Starlight

Cresent

Dusk

Moonflower

And some nicknames for the two from the children!

The nicknames for Sun:

Sunny

Sun man

Star

Mr Sun

The nicknames for Moon:

Moonman

Moonface

Vampire Moon

Baldy

Mr Moon (very rare)

Sun clone

Yeah, most of the nicknames they have for Moon aren’t very nice…

And then there’s Sun & Moon’s nicknames for the kids!

Sun’s nicknames for them:

My little sunrays

My sunbeams

Sunlights

Little sparks (cus they’re little sparks of energy)

Moon’s nicknames for them:

My little stars

Starlights

Moonlights

My little owls

And to end this off, the rules that Sun & Moon (mainly Sun) have for the daycare:

Play nice

Clean up if you make a mess

Do NOT poop in the ballpit (nor pee in there too)

When it’s time for bedtime, please go to bed

Do not be mean (especially to Moon)

Always be nice

Try to help out too!

Do not hurt anyone in the daycare (and out of the daycare too)

Do not leave without permission

Have fun!!

Stop bullying Moon (added by Sun at the bottom of the list in red marker)

They’d have a blue sign by the security desk that has these rules

but anyways, that’s all I can think of for lore of my Sun & Moon

if anyone ever has questions, you can ask! Though I’ll probably be gone, I will try to answer them whoever I can (if I even get questions)

[chaoticrobotics]

Well about Eclipse, If you let me talk about him, I met him once and even In The arcade, AND I TOTALLY DID NOT WENT IN YOUR ROOM, Okay I did and Eclipse looked lonely, He is nice! But he does have a problem but imma stop talking about eclipse, that’s wonderful, I think I was one of them when I was little heh

Question for moon (If he has the energy to answer): what is your favorite person and same question for sun

[I'm ignoring the part about Eclipse because this is not something that is going to happen in my canon. Sorry, but you don't know my Eclipse enough to say something like this, especially since you also can't really meet Eclipse in the game in the way that you would be able to get a personality from him. Also, if Moon found out you did this... it wouldn't end well]

Sun: We already answered this about who we like and dislike, though that person used the word hate which is definitely not an appropriate word in my opinion.

Moon: "Stop trying to censor people for non-swear words. Anyway, like Sun said, we answered this. Sun picked Roxy and Chica, with Chica a bit higher than Roxy, and I picked Monty and DJ. There."

Sun: "You said you wouldn't ruin the mood. Now you are all snappy! Maybe you should actually sleep if you are gonna keep acting like this."

Moon: "Make me."

Sun: "You know I can't! Ugh, whatever! I just won't talk for you anymore!" >:(

[literallyexploding]

(long ass) vent post

you really can't win with a lot of people fr bc they're gonna say you're faking mental illness if you act like you're ok but if you act any other type of way you're annoying and off-putting

also like idk I'm not TRYING to be miserable and things suck a lot less if you at least act like you're enjoying them but that doesn't mean Im doing well if I say I'm not

and these fuckers are gonna literally cancel me if I ever mention anything I'm thinking beyond the most vague allusions to a depressive aura. like people be like asking me questions about this shit and then getting mad at the answer like don't ask people about their trauma/bipolar/ocd/anything if you're not in a place to hear about it

"what are intrusive thoughts?"

oh they're whatever is the most evil and frightening to you and you kinda just get pop up ads for that shit all day

"ok well what ones do you have?"

and I start with light ones and they ask what other ones I have bc they don't sound that bad but then they get mad and don't wanna talk to you when you tell them the worse ones because no one listens to the part about it being the WORST THING YOUR BRAIN CAN CONJURE UP like bro I don't WANT to think about and see that shit all day it's INTRUSIVE and a DISORDER and I'm upset by it I'm not like wow! I really enjoy this live footage of my auto-disembowelment 20 times a day! this is my sexual fantasy! I didn't want to go to sleep tonight anyway I just wanted to think about this!

so few people actually understand me on any level and it sucks honestly it really feels as if no one really gets it sometimes and it's so isolating to be weird even to the weird people it's like I'm the wrong type of weird. like y'all like to joke about being weird off-putting delulu schizo autistic whatever the fuck i don't think some of you get that it sucks and it hurts to experience those things

it hurts every time someone asks if I'm a school shooter or gonna go off the rails or a sociopath or whatever else. everyone is scared of me no matter what I do to my appearance and how I try to act and it makes it so hard to meet people when you have to do all the approaching and leg work because no one wants to try to get to know you. Contrary to popular belief I do have feelings and empathy and sympathy it's just really hard for me to show it in a neurotypical emotional way I tend to just say how I feel rather than show it.

I have pretty thick skin and generally think it's funny to get insulted and DC whatever secretly enjoy it even but the one thing that really still hurts is knowing that people genuinely think I would ever hurt or kill someone on purpose. all I've heard from people my whole life is "I used to be so scared of you but you're actually nice!" which is usually meant well but idk it feels so backhanded after you've heard that you're "actually nice" 30 times because it's a huge shock. and the school shooter shit is just ridiculous honestly like what is your evidence here? that I dress in black and I'm not your sexy goth mommy I'm a little bit awkward and have unconventional interests? bc none of that makes you evil like at all

my friends being my friends ofc say I'm not super awkward and cold but the reality of it is that's how I come across to a large amount of people that I interact with especially with strangers and large settings and it doesn't help to look emo or whatever but one thing I'm not compromising on anymore is my appearance. people didnt treat me much better when I was somewhat within the guidelines of Christian womanhood like sure they called me pretty and hot but it's not like I had any more friends or a better life or more respect. I still scared most people bc nothing about me actually changed. like at least now I wear clothes I feel more confident in. imma look like this and those homophobic hating ass mfrs standing on the street yelling can eat my ass about it

the end (here's an Easter egg for reading this far)

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"Hey uh, jus' wanted t' say thanks fer' lending me a smoke a while ago--" Cue the coyote extending a fresh, unopened pack of cigarettes towards the woman. Scarred lips try their best to stretch into an thankful smile, although the smile quickly fades as his gaze snaps down to one of the pockets of his coat, gloved hand patting around the many pockets before eventually producing what seemed to be a well-kept zippo lighter. Different from the one he normally carried with him, placing the neatly polished metal lighter onto the sealed pack, his now free hand reaches out to reach for her hand, his grip surprisingly gentle once he does make contact and turning her wrist and placing the gifts into the palm of her hand. Scarred lips once again stretch to a small, warm smile, or at least the best he can produce with the lack of sleep he's had. - for terry!

There's almost a cartoonish characteristic to the young woman's wide eyed stare and the constant blinking as he spoke to her. First of all because, wow, did someone actually seek out her company? Because that was freaking rare as hell nowadays. And second--- he's got her a gift?! And holy shit, he's now holding her hand?! Much to her own surprise there's a small squeaky 'meep' sound coming from her alongside a slight warm flushing of her pale cheeks. Needless to say that she's left staring at the pack of cigs and the lighter in her hands for several silent moments before the information registers properly.

"...Holy shit, ya got Davidoff's?! Man, those are expensive...!" her voice is low and incredulous as she turned around the objects to better inspect them. "...And this?! Oooooohohoooo, this is sooo freakin' cool...! Ya can do tricks and stuff with these, right?" the lighter is immediately opened and lit and the smell of the flammable fluid is oddly stingy and nice to her nose. Needless to say her initial shyness just vanished into pure, undiluted excitement.

Then she remembered she's still talking to someone and immediately got embarrassed again.

"Oh damn, man...! Sorry, I-I-I should've like--- say thanks first, cuz ya did a nice thing an-and ya really shouldn't have! Like seriously, it was all cool y'know, just--- helping out a buddy in need, hehehe~" she playfully pressed her fist into his arm and as her chuckle died down, she turned her gaze to the floor, still slightly pink in the cheeks and smiling like an idiot.

"Again, thanks--- It feels like waaaay too much, hehehe~ B-But if ya're sure 'n' all, it's really nice of ya," as her bony fingers still trace the metal edges of the zippo, her eyes suddenly light up and she turned to confidently snake her arm around his.

"Hey, do ya drink coffee? Cuz i was just about t'grab one and i can treat ya to one. Pro bono, ok? Don't go 'round getting me more stuff cuz imma get spoiled rotten real soon~"

"...also, not to be awkward, but--- i dunno if we formally met yet soooo I'm Terry by the way~!"