#but i mean she said nice stuff today. was really really helpful as always honestly.

[elytrafemme]

wish i could be all spiteful at my therapist saying that i have borderline functioning tendencies but not consistently enough for it to be classified as an abnormal behavioral thing. like i wish i could do what i’ve been doing for months and plan ways to get her to quit her job or put her in an uncomfortable ultimatum or do anything to get a different response to the same question i’ve asked her for two years. 

but instead... i’m just tired, honestly. like. yeah. my biggest curse is the fact that i can cope with things. which sounds twisted. but if i wasn’t able to cope, i would get help. these problems would be fixed because an intervention would be necessary and forced. but i don’t need an intervention. so the problems aren’t going away. 

and part of me says, so make yourself need an intervention. act out. do something crazy. but it’s like. i’ve already done that. i keep doing things that i say are out of control but are at least partly purposeful so that someone reacts to it. and it hasn’t changed anything. so there really is no way out of this conundrum except to keep repressing this anger over and over because there’s no resolution for it. 

weird. 

[tnt-kokoo]

Cats of Germany

Alexis Ness × fem!reader

summary: You're went to visit Germany and came across a cat. After days and days of petting and playing with it, you realize it belongs to someone else.

warnings: kinda rushed, and a 'fast going' development between you two

Walking out of the airport you pulled your baggage behind you. You promised yourself that you'd completely relax in the next two weeks of vacation that you had. A friend of yours told you to visit Bavaria since the 'country side' has lots of pretty places to relax.

After half an hour of driving with a taxi, you get out and walk into your hotel and check in. The usual stuff. Walking into your hotel room you could kneel down infront of your friends for suggesting you this hotel and even this place. It all felt so comfortable and quiet.

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The next morning you made it your mission to find a place to eat. On your way you passed a rather lonely but still really pretty place with a little path. As you walked down the path, you suddenly got confused on what noises that were. It sounded like someone was walking in the grass but the footsteps weren't loud, plus what made you wonder was, were was this coming from? You didn't see anything?

Suddenly a small creature jumped out infront of you from the grass. It was a cute cat!! Crouching down to pet the small feline, you could feel it pushing its head closer into your hand and purring loud and comfortable. It only made you laugh. You could stay there all day petting the cute cat, but sadly your stomach wouldn't let you as you suddenly felt extremely hungry.

Excusing yourself from the cat (as if the cat could understand you), you made your way further down the path until,

you realized the cat has been following you.

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A week of your vacation has passed as you made your way (again) the same path as the whole week just to hope to get a glimpse of your new furry friend. You honestly were happy to have met it, since it's been like a navigator for you, (even if you could never choose your destination), the cat always made you follow it to end up in some really nice places. Either a good restaurant, or some pretty part of the 'country side' or just simply a tree.

But today was different.

The feline bought you to a normal looking house? But why? Did it live here? Or was it just a random destination?

You couldn't help but ask yourself these questions as you started to feel rather sad when thinking about leaving it before your vacation is over.

You crouched down to pick up the cat as suddenly the door infront of you opened and a male figure stood infront of you. Standing up with the cat in your arms, you could recognize the guy, it was Alexis Ness. A famous player for 'Bastard München'.

"Uhm..."

He seemed to noticed the cat you held and got extremely happy, "DANKE DANKE DANKE," he began as you stared at him in confusion considering you didn't speak German "Du hast meine Katze gefunden!! Wo war sie?? Ich schwör ich habe sie überall gesucht?!" You deadpanned at him until he blinked and realized you didn't speak German. "Sorry, I am just so thankful that you've found my cat! Where was she??" He then said with a thick German accent.

"She was on some pathway. And no problem.." Your voice went quieter when you understood that this probably means saying goodbye to your new friend.

The cat jumped down from your arms and circled around Ness. The boy was about to close his door as the cat meowed pretty loudly to show discomfort. The cat went out through the little still opened gap through the door towards you as a sign to have you follow it again. Both you and the boy understood that the cat wanted you to come in. And so, Ness asked you "Möchtest du- Sorry, do you want to come in?"

"Sure I guess?" You laughed as you felt a bit nervous.

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'She's so beautiful..' he thought as you sat down on his couch. His own cat seemed to like you very much which was honestly a surprise him since the cat doesn't even like Kaiser.

But nevertheless to say, he was amazed by you. You managed to convince him that (hair/color) was the prettiest from all and that your eyes were more comforting than the bed when you need to wake up. He loved the way you laughed at jokes and he especially loved that both of you were into the same movie genre. So now, that both of you discovered that you have the same movie taste, you decided to put on a movie and let the movie characters say their lines.

About an hour later the sun went down and you seemed to be deep asleep. You would have found it embarrassing if Ness saw you asleep, in his house, after knowing eachother for not even a whole day. But considering he was asleep too, you couldn't care less. His head was on yours as you faced him and leaned into him. The cat was also fast asleep beside you.

From outside, people would think of you two as a cute couple, maybe, just maybe both of you wanted it to be true.

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ᯓᝰ @peekaboo1127 So I REALLY hope you'll like it bc it's rushed but if not, you can always tell me what you want exactly so I can write to your own liking‼️

[bluefairyhere]

Afterwards || MGK scenario

¬Colson meets a fan backstage. Pairing->f!reader x colson baker Word count-> 2.0k cw. fluff, some deep convo, fan service, mentions of suicide, swearing.

The noise was unreal. You still couldn't belive you finally made it to kells' concert. It had been an odissey to get enough money to afford the plane and concert tickets, at some points you even wondered if it was worth it. However being here made you have no doubt--It was absolutely worth it.

"Thank you beautiful people for coming today," he practically yelled into the mic, his bright pink hair dripping drops of sweat."I'm afraid this will be the last song of the night."

The crowd sobbed loudly, but the sad atmosphere was quickly replaced with the festival of cords that was the beginning of WWIII. To you it felt like Colson was flying around, his instense energy being contagious to every single fan that was singing along the extravagant lyrics. Everyone was jumping and laughing like one big, jolly being.

Eventually the song was over, and everyone was ready to go back home, but Kells was thinking otherwise.

"Before y'all go back home, the crew and I have one more thing." you looked around just to see excited faces."We've decided to gift a V.I.P meet n' greet behind the scenes to three random people;"

He stepped aside and signaled to the big screens around him, which started showing pink explosions and sparkling silver and black dashes. Then, a series of numbers started to appear—it was ticket numbers.

Your heart was pounding fast, and you could feel the adrenaline pouring through your entire self. You knew it was beyond highly unlikely your number would appear on that screen, yet you couldn’t help but hope…

The first couple of numbers had already been announced, meaning there was only one left. One opportunity to meet Colson left. You knew it wasn’t gonna be you, but even being aware of it didn’t prepare you for the disappointment of realizing the third and final ticket number belonged to the person right next to you. The screen showed the number 118, while your number was 117.

You scowled silently. What a drag. At least i got to enjoy myself for a few hours was all you could say to yourself to make you feel better. You looked to your right, expecting to see the lady excited out of her mind, but she looked quite neutral. Thinking it was odd, you continued gathering your stuff to go back home.

“Excuse me.” You felt a slight pat on your shoulder along with the sound of a voice getting lost in the background noise. You turned around. “I can’t really attend the backstage thingie, I promised the sitter I’d be back home early. Would you like to go instead?”

To say you couldn’t believe your ears would be an understatement. “Sorry?” You said in shock. The lady looking back at you seemed to be in her late 30s, short brown hair and kind eyes. She giggled.

“I realize it’s weird, but I really can’t stay any longer. If you can’t accept it there’s no problem, I’ll just ask someone else.”

But before she finished the sentence you interrupted with frantic nodding. “I’ll take it! It was just so unexpected! Are you really sure?”

“I’m really sure I can’t afford a different sitter right now,” she smiled honestly. “So yea.”

She offered you her ticket and you took it, hesitant. And there it was, the winning ticket—or one of them anyway—in your hands. You felt on top of the world.

“You have no idea how much this means to me, thank you so much.” You said while smiling as well, and she just brushed it off.

“Never meet your idols is something I’ve always firmly believed anyways. Have a good time!” After saying that she quickly left.

It took you a while to get it together. The whole situation felt crazy to say the least. You just knew your friends were gonna be so jealous (in a nice way) and eager to hear the whole thing. They simply were not gonna believe this!

You made your way to the backstage entrance, where a bodyguard and some other staff members were to make sure everything went smoothly. The other two people in front of you, who you assumed were the other winners, seemed to be really excited as well.

One of the staff members explained that each of us would have approximately ten minutes with Colson, in the order the winners were announced. They also gave you some merch, which you naturally loved. You immediately put on a little rubber band around your wrist that came in the carefully organized package.

After some time, it was finally your turn. You were so excited the waiting felt like a blink. The bodyguard walked you through a hallway with a bunch of doors on either side, until finally you reached one that had a piece of paper sticked to it. “MACHINE GUN KELLY”

Your heart immediately skipped a bit, you couldn’t believe you were actually going to meet MGK. Machine Gun Kelly. Colson Freaking Baker. You inhaled some air hoping it would calm you down—of course it didn’t—and the bodyguard opened the door.

There he was. A smoky blunt on one hand and his phone on the other. He wasn’t really sweaty anymore, and his hair was a mess yet his face looked so calm. His see-through shirt revealed his contoured torso full of tattoos. You knew he was tall but seeing him in person for the very first time... he seemed taller than anyone could ever be. Just the arch of his nose and piercing eyes made you feel like oxygen wasn’t so necessary anymore-

“You don’t have to stand all the way there,” his raspy voice took you out of the trance in a heartbeat, which made you a little shy due to your awkward demeanor. “C’mere”

Once again hesitantly you walked a little closer to him, who was no longer leaning against the wall nor unaware of your presence. Colson was standing up—god he got even taller-- and looking at you in a curious manner. “What’s your name?”

You whispered the answer, unable to look into his eyes for longer periods of time than twenty seconds each. He giggled, amused.

“You’re not very talkative, are you?” Now it was your turn to giggle. For some reason his unpreoccupied remark eased you into the moment. “Sorry,” you sighed “college didn’t teach me anything on how to talk to someone like you.”

He walked closer to you and sat in a nearby chair. “Woah, someone like me? And here I thought we're getting along.”

You laughed out loud again and he smiled in return and inhaled the blunt resting between his fingers. Now you were starting to feel actually comfortable.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” You hugged yourself while walking a little closer as well. “I meant someone so famous and admirable. We’re just very different.”

He appeared to think about it for a second and then signaled to a chair close to his with his almost fully smoked blunt, indicating you should sit down.

“I don’t think we’re that different, you and I.” He stated firmly, looking right into your eyes. You could feel your ears burning a bit, but naturally decided to just ignore it.

“We are very, very different…” you began right after you sat on the chair but stopped mid-sentence because you weren’t sure about how to adress him, which he somehow seemed to notice.

“Call me whatever, I literally don’t care.” Usually that sentence would’ve sounded harsh due to its very nature, but coming out of his mouth it didn’t make you feel any of those things. He meant it, he didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Is Colson alright?” He nodded while inhaling the last puff out of his blunt. "ye's fine."

You could feel once again the air filling up with awkwardness, but you weren't gonna let it. It's not every day you get to have a one-on-one conversation with THE Machine Gun Kelly.

"Tell me something about you."You spat before you could think twice about it. He frowned, unsure of what you meant."Tell me something you'd like me to know about you. Something I shouldn't know, or something you've never said to anyone. Tell me something about you." You stared right into his cerulean gaze."Anything."

He laughed outloud, strong peals of laughter filling the room. You wondered how come this was better than all the songs he performed at the concert--the sound of his laugh."What's so funny?"

"You were so shy like a second ago and now you're asking shit like that." He pointed, still slightly smiling. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I do." You quickly replied, simply. "It's not every day a girl gets to be face to face with the one and only MGK."

Colson's smile became a mere smirk. You could tell he was thinking what could he possibly tell you.

"I make music for myself" he spat suddenly ", not for the fans. For me. The fact that they---you like it is just a plus. It's what helps me sleep at nights."

When you asked him to give you something you certainly weren’t expecting something half as deep as that.

"I guess we never really think you celebrities have demons as bad as that... not for real, anyway. Thanks for sharing that with me, you obviously didn't have to."

"Well, there's not much of a point. Not like we'll be meeting again." As he said this, the realization came down to you. You were not meeting again. You felt your heart irrationally sink.

"Still I appreciate i-" his raspy voice interrupted you before she could finish the sentence.

"Your turn."

"Sorry?"

"Your turn. Tell me some spicy shit about you, something not many people know."

Your mind went blank. Something about you no one knows? You were a rather private person so there were a bunch of things people didn't know, but which to pick? He shared a deep one so it was only fair and right for you to do the same.

"I love when it rains at night." His square-ish smile welcomed the statement.

"Dude, how is that deep?" You breathed in as you took long blinking.

"I was going to kill myself. It was like midnight or something, I had the pills ready and I was lying on my bedroom floor. There's a big skylight on the ceiling, you know? I was about to take them when suddenly it started raining." He wasn't really smiling anymore."And that made me smile. I like night time, and I like it when it rains, so together it's like... I don't know. I love it. And I realized if i did it, i was not going to be able to see the nightsky while it's raining, hear the drops of rain against the buildings and the ground. Nor would I smile again.”

"Now that is deep." He walked towards a metalic table and poured two glasses of what seemed to be gin. He then walked toward you and offered you one."I guess we’re not so different after all… Cheers to that."

You took it while smiling, mumbling "cheers to that, indeed" as your glasses clinked.

"Why did you tell me that?" He asked after taking a few sips. You shrugged and took another sip, looking up into his blue irises and feeling yourself getting lost in them.

"You said so yourself, it's not like we'll ever meet again. Might as well do some trauma dumping." You both laughed at the joke---self-deprecating humor is something you could instantly say you had in common.

"I like you, y/n. We might actually have to meet again." Your heart skipped a bit as he said that. Had you heard right? You somehow managed to keep your cool.

"Why? You just said we were never meeting again." You sighed. "I hope it's not pitty because of what I just told you."

"It ain't. You just peaked my interest. No one'd managed to do that for a while." He stared right into your eyes as he said that. Made you shiver.

"So we meet and what?" You asked, your heart running inside your chest.

"And we have a drink, what the fuck else?"

"Isn't there some rule that forbids you from doing shit like that, anyway?"You asked, genuinely curious.

"Ain't rules meant to be broken?" He answered and smirked before walking to the table once again and refilling his glass. He looked at you and softly swung the bottle in your direction, silently offering, but you shook your nead no since you hadn't finished the previous serving. "So what do you say? Tomorrow midnight at your favorite club?"

[wittlesissyb4by]

Chapter 3

~~Click HERE for Chapter 2~~

Max hasn’t said anything today. I was up when he was getting ready for work, which is weird because I’m usually never up this early. But I guess I…wanted something to happen. I’m not exactly sure what I wanted. Last night seemed like it was a dream. 

Did I dream that? 

No. It was definitely real. I remember the taste of his cock, the taste of his cum. No dream is that vivid. No dream can make me that turned on. So I don’t know what I expected when I got up this morning, but I guess I was just hopeful for …something. Words of affirmation, a hug, a chance to suck his cock again…

Honestly just an acknowledgment of my presence would have been nice. But he didn’t even do that, just sipped his coffee while scrolling through his phone at the table. 

“Can I get you anything?” I want to say, but bite my tongue, not wanting to sound like some sort of desperate housewife. I want to address the elephant in the room, to talk about yesterday, whether or not we’re square. Did the blowjob I gave him really justify a whole month’s rent? Does he want more? Do I want more? How weird will our relationship be if we were to start some sort of strange sexual dynamic? What if it stops? What if it continues?

“Well, I’m off to work.” he says, pushing back his chair, gathering up his things and heading out the door without so much as a glance my way. 

“Okay by–” but it doesn’t even get all the way out of my mouth before the door slams shut.

Maybe he’s mad. Maybe he regrets what happened. I mean, it was his doing. He initiated it all and I just…let it happen.

Helped it happen.

I wasn’t exactly a helpless victim. It was me that was bobbing up and down on his big juicy cock by my own accord. God it tasted good. It felt good. Something I've denied myself for so long. 

I’m not gay. At least, I don’t think I am. I’ve always had an affinity for women. They are majestic, beautiful creatures. I love seeing their eyes and smiles brighten up a room. The way they laugh and can have fun and dance like no one is watching. The curve of their hips, their breasts. Their supple movements, the way they casually tuck their hair behind their ear, and bat their eyelashes. There is no doubt that they are by far the more attractive sex.

But I've always been plagued with a feeling of inferiority. Not being the biggest in the penis department has left me with anxiety that I won’t be able to perform or please them the way ‘real’ men can. I have lingering visions of women standing around, laughing at me because I have a shy bladder and can’t pee in a toilet in a timely manner. Or I take off a beautiful woman’s clothes and she laughs at the size of my dick, or is disappointed when it's not able to get hard due to my underlying fear and shame.

The combination of these phobias has most likely caused my brain to warp them into a series of fetishes. It sexualized my short-comings. I get turned on by a woman insulting the size of my penis. I get hard to the idea of them laughing at me, degrading me, humiliating me. 

My timidity when it comes to peeing in a toilet must have spawned the retention of such. ‘Since you can’t even use the toilet properly, maybe your teeny wieny is better suited for diapers instead!’ I imagine those laughing girls saying. 

All of this culminates into this whirlpool of self-doubt, and leaves me feeling like less of a man than others. Thus, I guess, is where the sissy stuff came from. Perhaps it was society’s fault. In our culture, anyone not befitting of a masculine, alpha, macho-man persona is unabashedly called a ‘sissy’. I figured out pretty early that I belonged in that category, and must have accepted it from an early age. 

Years of watching and reading porn only exacerbated my ‘problems’. I quickly learned what kind of things I enjoyed, and even found things I didn’t know I would enjoy. I was always attracted to diapers, but I didn’t know they could be combo’d with skirts and dresses. That was new. Two of my favorite things merged together in a perfect amalgamation. Combo that with a superior woman speaking to me in a humiliating, patronizing manner? Gold. Solid gold.

Then one day I found a video of a woman calling me a ‘wittle sissy baby’ and telling me she had a bottle for me. But this wasn’t just any bottle. It was a special bottle. And that’s when she brought in the giant dick that was waiting off screen.

I’ve never been attracted to men. Honestly. I’ve never looked at a man and found myself sexually attracted to them. Well, other than Ryan Reynolds, but that doesn’t count. I’m comfortable enough to tell when a man is good-looking, and can acknowledge it, but that’s usually as far as it goes. The idea of kissing, dating, or being romantic with a man does nothing for me. But the cock? Well…that’s a different story. 

I guess the inferiority complex I have with women carried over to men as well. I’m not naive enough to think I’m anything above the bottom of the totem pole. I consider myself the bottom of the societal barrel. A subservient. A willing participant to what others desire. A submissive. To anyone, regardless of sex or gender. And so, I guess my brain can’t differentiate between who it is that I’m serving. But porn quickly told me that, if you’re a sissy, you’re going to spend a lot of time serving men.

I’m not sure if it’s a deep desire I’ve held all along, or if I unknowingly Pavlov’d myself into it, but eventually the idea of being dressed up like a little diaperslut and sucking some dick became a very big fantasy of mine.

And so we circle back to Max. We’ve lived together for almost 2 years, and in that time I’ve never imagined myself with him. He’s a big, burly, ‘alpha’ male, but not even once did I fantasize about being on my knees in front of him, sucking and worshiping his cock. 

So now I’m conflicted. Did I enjoy what happened? I don’t think there’s any denying that. But I’m still hesitant. Caught in this weird limbo of right and wrong. I just got a little carried away, that’s all. I only did it because he told me to. Because I needed a place to live. If I didn’t do it, I was going to have to live on the streets. I was doing it for survival. Right?

He doesn’t say anything when he gets back from work. Just sighs in that exasperated way one does when they come home after a long day. He grabs a beer from the fridge, plops down on the couch, and turns on SportsCenter. 

I sit in the chair several feet away and act like I'm interested. “So the Bruins had the best record in the regular season?” I ask, parroting what the news anchors are saying, “and the most points in franchise history? And they still lost in the first round of the playoffs?”

He just nods absentmindedly, lounging on the couch and putting his hat over his head.

Assuming he’s about to take a nap, I stand up to leave. Heading out of the living room.

“Where are you going?” he asks abruptly beneath his cap.

“I was going to go play some games.” I reply, a bit disconcerted. 

“No you’re not.” He says simply.

“I’m not?”

“No.”

I don’t say anything for a bit, just have my mouth hanging open in confusion, so he continues.

“You’re going to put on an outfit for me.” He says, “The schoolgirl outfit will do.” He doesn’t need to clarify, but he does anyway: “The slutty one.”

My stomach drops. From fear or excitement I'm not exactly sure. “I…wh-what do–”

“Get made up for me.” He says, still talking beneath his hat, “I want you to look your best.”

******

My hands shake as I apply the last bit of mascara to my lashes. I’m not sure if I'm giddy with excitement or fear. Is this really happening? 

I usually revel in the idea of dressing up like a little slut, but no one has actually seen the finished product. What is he going to do when he sees me like this? Will he humiliate me? Laugh at me? Tease me? Fuck me?

My mind swims with the possibilities. I stand up and check myself in the mirror. I definitely look passable, maybe even fuckable. After readjusting the ‘breasts’ of my stuffed shirt, I take a little turn, watching my mini-skirt lift as I twirl.  I feel…pretty. Desirable. I just hope he agrees. There’s butterflies in my stomach and I don’t even know what’s about to happen. Maybe it’s the thrill of the unknown, but I feel ready for any possibility. 

The only thing left is to figure out what to put beneath my skirt. Should I wear a diaper? It certainly would be my first choice, but would it be his? A pair of pampers doesn’t exactly scream ‘slutty’, and I don’t want to turn him off or scare him away from whatever might take place. So I decided on a pair of skimpy boy-shorts. It only just hits me how ironic that term is. I didn’t feel like much of a boy when I wrapped them around my parts. If anything, it was like putting the final nail in the coffin that made me feel like a girl. 

One last glimpse in the mirror before I saunter off into the unknown. I open my door with trepidation, it seems to creak louder than usual. I creep through the hall, the house is eerily quiet. At first I think he’s left, some kind of cruel joke. Or maybe he’s just napping. Should I wake him if he is? How awkward would that be? Hey Max, wake up, time to see your roommate dressed like a cheap whore. 

But when I turn the corner, he’s sitting on the couch, bolt upright, a big smile on his face. 

I scrunch up as I walk in front of him, suddenly very self-conscious. Does my hair look okay? What do I say? What do I do? Luckily, he helps me. 

“Turn around.” 

I do, legs quivering. 

“All the way.”

A complete twirl. My arms stiff at my sides. 

“Relax. Give me a little curtsy.”

I feel myself loosen a bit as I grab the hem of my tiny skirt, jut my leg out, and dip shakily. 

I can feel his eyes panning me over. I feel like an object, a painting on the wall for him to admire, and I don’t exactly hate the feeling. 

“Face away from me.” He growls. His voice is a little shaky, is he nervous too? Or is it…something else?

I tiptoe around, facing the TV. It’s off, so I can see my face reflecting in the black screen. I can see him too, he’s smiling, and his hand is rubbing over the front of his pants. 

“Bend over.”

I do, hinging at the waist. I can feel the breeze hit the bottom of my cheeks as my skirt lifts, exposing my panties. 

“You have such a nice ass.”

It’s such a strange comment. Not creepy, just…something he’s never said to me before. It makes me warm inside, to be complimented in such a way. 

“Th-thank you…” I squeak awkwardly. 

“Come here.” He says. 

I turn, moseying up to him, perhaps a little too eagerly. 

“Knees.”

I drop again, the same position I was in last night. 

He’s still rubbing his pants. I can see his bulge, I can see his cock in my mind, my mouth subconsciously starts to water. 

“I’m going to be honest.” He says. “I spent all weekend masturbating to the thought of you in this outfit.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, but it was oddly enticing. Someone imagining me? Using me as the object of their desires, and actually jerking off to it? I never knew that would be such a confidence boost. 

“But seeing you now, it’s even better.”

I can’t help but smile. 

“Do you like wearing it?” He asks, “Things like this?”

I look down at myself, covered from head to toe in feminine attire. The way it accentuates my curves and gives me this overwhelming feeling of joy is indescribable. But I only give a sheepish nod. “Mhmm”

“Good.” He smiles, “Because you will be dressed like this very often. If you want me to pay your rent, you are going to be my personal…what word would you like me to use? ‘Slave’? ‘Slut’? ‘Pet’? ‘Bitch’? ‘Whore’?”

“Yes.” I say, indicating I wanted to be all of them. Any word he used to describe me would suffice. 

He nods in understanding. “Every day you will do what I say, when I say. Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes sir.” He corrects. 

“Yes sir.” I repeat. 

He reaches a gruff hand out, cupping my chin, rubbing a rough thumb over my cheek. It makes me feel small, subservient, obedient. Like a puppy getting patted. He slips his thumb between my glossy lips. Without even thinking, I start to suck on it. 

“How do you want to do this?” He asks, “do you want me to be gentle? Or do you prefer me to be rough and mean?”

It doesn’t take me long to think of the answer. “Rough.” I say around his thumb, then resume sucking. 

“You’re sure?” He says, eyebrows raised. “I can be quite harsh.”

I nod, bobbing my head over his thumb like it’s a cock, wishing it were a cock. “Yes sir.”

“Okay.” He shrugs, plopping his thumb from my mouth. “Our safe word will be ‘Roomie’. Use it whenever you feel I’ve gone too far.”

I nod, doubting I would ever need to do so .

He smiles, sitting back, then taps his leg. “Up.”

I’m a bit taken aback, not sure about the order, so he repeats.

“Up. Over my leg. Let’s go.”

Now I understand. I whimper as I crawl over his lap, I’m not sure if I’m just playing a part or am genuinely scared. Perhaps a bit of both. I can feel his cock pulsing in his pants as I put my own almost directly on top of it.

“Someone’s a little excited already.” He chuckles, reaching beneath my skirt to tickle my throbbing boner. He doesn’t pay it much mind though. I can feel him lifting my skirt so that my cheeks are exposed. “Look at your pretty panties.” He muses. I don’t even have time to thank him before I feel a sharp swat on my ass.

“Nnghh!” I yelp.

“You like that?” He asks sternly.

I bite my lip, ass still stinging, but nod. “Yes sir.” My voice is higher pitched, as if falling into submission has caused it to raise an octave. 

Five sharp swats, one on each cheek. I whimper with each one. I’ve never gotten a spanking before, I didn’t imagine it would hurt quite so bad. Max doesn’t seem to be holding back, but I trust him. I know this isn’t his first time. I’ve heard the same smacks and yelps coming from his room when he’s brought home a girl–or even a guy sometimes. He seems to be no stranger to a D/s relationship.

Twenty more smacks in quick succession. My ass is on fire now. Where I was embellishing a bit before, my cries of pain have become much more genuine. I grip the cushions of the couch as he shows no signs of stopping.

By 40…or is it 50? I’ve lost count. But I’m having to bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming. Finally, he stops. I can feel the heat radiating from my butt. But my reprieve is short lived, he just needed time to yank my panties down. I give some pitiful plea of “no no no, please!” as he raises his hand to begin the onslaught again.

At around 60 or 70, I’m in literal tears. 

“Do you remember your word?”

I nod, sniffling. 

“Do you want to use it?”

I clench my eyes closed at what I’m about to say, shaking my head “no sir…”

I can feel him smiling down at me. “Okay then…”

My arms are flailing and legs are kicking with every smack now. He grips the former with his non-spanking hand, and throws his leg over my floundering thighs. 

I regret every second of not using the safeword. I still consider using it, but I want to be strong. I want to impress him, as silly as it sounds. I bite my knuckle to keep myself from screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors.The leather of the couch is slick from my tears and snot. His blows aren’t as fast anymore, but they're stronger and more pronounced. Each one makes me squeal and sob pathetically. Whatever respect he had for me before has probably evaporated long ago.

After what seems like forever, the swats finally stop. I’m bawling into the cushions of the couch, and my ass feels like it’s black and blue. It’s a good thing I don’t have a job at the moment, because I doubt I would be able to sit at a desk tomorrow.

“You okay?” he asks softly. His voice has dropped that rough, hardness from before. I nod, not sure whether or not I’m lying. 

I feel him fumble for something in his pants. I hear the click of a cap, then a squirt. A cooling sensation coats my buttcheeks as he runs his hand over them with some type of lotion. Did he have that in his pocket this whole time?

Whatever it is, it feels good against my burning bum. He rubs it sensually, taking his time, being gentle despite the damage he inflicted before. 

“This is what will happen if you disobey me,” He says. I believe him, and it’s enough to make me not want to ever think about acting up. 

He squirts another dollop of lotion, but this time it’s between my cheeks. I can feel his fingers coaxing my crack open. Tracing, searching for my little button. 

“I like that you shave your pussy,” He says, “I want it to stay this way.”

I whimper, twitching as he pokes and prods at my hole. I can feel his dick stiffening in my lap as he presses his finger into me. The most pathetic moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. He plunges his finger deeper and deeper into me. I welcome every single knuckle, even press my hips backwards, hungry for more.

He chuckles again, “Such a little slut you are.”

I’m panting, like a bitch in heat. The combination of his finger and his words are driving me crazy. I’m humping backwards against his finger desperately as he presses down on my prostate. Mixed with the now dull throb of my blistered cheeks, it’s almost too much to handle. I’ve always enjoyed my pleasure spiked with pain.

He raises my hips up so that he can have access to my dangling dick underneath. “Such a teeny weeny clitty” he teases, wrapping two fingers around it. He works his hand up and down on my cock while driving his finger in me from behind. Before I know it, I feel that familiar tingle.

“Ask permission to cum.” he growls.

“Can I cum, sir?” I moan, not even bothering to try to make myself sound the least bit masculine. It’s pitchy and pathetic and desperate.

“Not yet.” He continues to work me with his masterful hands. I groan into the couch, grabbing at the cushions, his burly legs, a pillow, anything. 

“Please!” I shout, “Sir! Can I cum?! PLEASE!”

I can’t hold out any longer. It’s by some small miracle that he says “You may,” just before I explode all over his lap. A second later and it would have happened without his say-so. What would he have done if I were to cum without his permission? I loathe to find out. He shoves me down on the floor in a heap, gasping for breath. It takes me a couple minutes to collect myself. When I do, he’s still smiling down at me in a victorious sort of way.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asks.

“Y-yes…sir…” I say between breaths.

“Good.” he says, “Because you have a mess to attend to.”

He points down at the gooey, white puddle I made on the crotch of his pants.

“Every load you make ends up in your mouth.” He growls, “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir…”

“Clean me up then.”

I don’t have the same eagerness as I did before. I’m a bit repulsed as I crawl between his legs and start lapping up my loser goo. But as my tongue runs over his pants I can feel the outlines of his hardening cock. I suck and slurp the mess off the hem of his pants, running my tongue through the flap of the zipper, making sure I get every last drop. He’s damp by the time I’m done, but he doesn’t seem to care.

He stands up. Again, it’s almost like nothing just happened. He goes to the cabinet, pulls out a glass, fills it up with water and takes a long swig. “Ahhh…” he exhales, looking off into the distance, then eventually back at me. “Go to my room.” He says, “I want you on my bed. Face down. Ass up.”

******

“This is my asshole now!” Max grunts, slapping my tender cheeks while he pumps his cock in and out of my rectum. “Tell me whose ass this is!”

The pillow is moist from me biting and drooling on it to keep from screaming. His dick feels amazing, but I’m not used to being pounded like this. There was only so much training I could do with my dildo…

“It’s your ass, sir!” I squeak louder than the springs of the mattress. 

“Daddy.” He growls. “Call me Daddy.”

“It’s your asshole, Daddy! It’s your asshole!”

“I own you,” he groans, “Do you understand??”

“Yes Daddy!” I really gotta get my voice under control. It gets so whiny and wimpy when I’m getting fucked.

I can feel his dick swelling, getting even stiffer than I thought possible. “I’m going to cum!” He tells me, “Where do you want me to cum?”

“In my asshole, Daddy!”

“Whose asshole?!”

“Your asshole!!” I correct. 

I can hear him laughing between the grunts, I wonder if we’ll joke about this later. It’s amazing what people say in the heat of the moment. 

“I’m gonna breed you like a little bitch!”

“Cum inside me Daddy!”

“You’re fucking miiiine!!” an exasperated groan, a warmth filling my insides, I can feel him convulse behind me as he deposits his load in my rectum. He removes his member and collapses on the bed shortly after.

I don’t know what to do at this point. What do you say to someone that just came inside of you? ‘Thanks’? I wait for him to come to, still in the doggy-style position.

He peeks an eye open. “Go to your room.” He says. “You’re not sleeping here.”

I wonder if, now that he’s lost his lust, he’s no longer interested in me. Is this how girls feel all the time? Constantly wondering whether or not they’re good enough? Worrying if they’ve done something wrong?

I climb off the bed and take the (luckily short) walk of shame back to my room, his cum leaking down my leg.

When I enter through my door, there’s a buzzing coming from my desk. Did I leave one of my vibrating toys on?

No…it’s just my phone, but it shows you where my head has been all day. The light stings my eyes as I look at it. My stomach drops a bit when I see who’s calling.

I tap the little green button.“Hello?”

“You know, Jake…” Zoey’s sweet voice says, “Part of having a girlfriend means you have to actually talk to her on the phone every once in a while!”

To Be Continued

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Wildest Dreams: Chapter 3

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6  | CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 9 | CHAPTER 10

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.  

disclaimer: This is my first Pedro Pascal’s fictional work + the first fanfic I write in English, as it isn’t my first language. Unfortunately, I do not own Pedro and this is all a product of my imagination.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, fem!reader, eventual drinking and drugs, a little smut but nothing crazy (yet), a bit slow burn but not really.  

word count: 1,509

Over the first month, your friendship with Pedro only grew stronger. You were afraid once the production set was moved to the country, he was going to just disappear, as you were no longer roommates. You’d be lying to yourself if you said he didn’t make you feel anything, especially with how charming and flirting he was. You both had shared a lot of personal stuff over smoking joints and you were already used to hanging out together after a day of filming. But today things were going to be different, because the producers had organized a little happy hour for the crew.

Speaking of them, you had asked Pedro to keep your friendship on the low, at least during the job. You knew what everyone would say and think, mostly about you alone, so you were looking after yourself. He understood that and apparently didn’t care to be sneaking out like a teenager to spend some time with you.

“There you are”, Pedro happily greeted you on the corner of the happy hour room, about two hours into the event. “I almost didn’t get the chance to see you today. How’s everything going?”

At this point, you were certain the director hated you, but thank God he was the only one. Everyone else seemed to really like you and your work, which helped a lot with your anxiety.

“He spent the day trying to drive me crazy… Again”, you told Pedro. “You?”

“I would definitely rather be directed by you, if I’m being honest” he said in sympathy. “But yeah, it won’t take long for me to tell him to fuck off. Super nicely, of course.”

You both laughed. You could see he had been drinking and so did everybody in the room. Somebody turned up the music and Pedro dragged you to the improvised dance floor. You danced for about half an hour, until you saw him going to talk to Donna, one of the producers. They seemed friendly— too friendly, if somebody asked your opinion. You noticed it before, how close they acted sometimes, but at the end of the day, it was none of your business. Flo, the make-up artist that got you the job, got your attention and you walked to her.

“What’s up with that face?” She shot you the question. Flo was in her mid 40s and you got to know her in your first gig, since then she was always trying to connect you with people. You really liked her and, most importantly, trusted her. “You looked like you were about to commit murder on the dance floor. I know Dave is giving you a hard time, but honestly he is doing this to every single soul.”

“I was just wondering, is Donna taken?”, you asked as if you had no intention behind it.

“Yeah, I think so”, she told you. “Why? You gay too?”

“Someti— wait, what?” You stared at each other for a few seconds. “Is she?”

“As far as I know”, she said simply. “And by that I mean I’ve known her for about 10 years now. Sorry to disappoint you.”

“No, you didn’t. I mean, good for her, right.”

You decided you need to put your shit together now on. You excused yourself and went to get another drink — you can be a new woman tomorrow. You took some shots and got a drink to hold while you watched everyone dancing and having a good time. You tried to force yourself to stop thinking about your crush on Pedro.

“I need professional help”, you whispered to yourself.

“And why is that?”

“Shit, Pedro!” You jumped, realizing he was right by your side. “You scared the shit out of me, you shithead.”

“Wow, language, sweetheart”, he laughed at your reaction, putting his arm over your shoulder. “What are you up to?”

“Not much, just enjoying the free drinks”, you replied, also enjoying the proximity of his body. “I can see you’re enjoying them yourself.”

“Nah, I’m thinking about getting out of here, people are starting to get too drunk and God forbid I witness anything I can’t unsee”, he was being playful and seemed happy when he got a smile out of you. “Care to join me? Or you already have plans for tonight?”

“Yeah, you know me, Miss Popularity herself”, you both laughed. “Seriously, though. I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Is it okay if we leave together? Considering your privacy policy”, he whispered in your ear. Only if he knew how weak that makes you. You just nodded. “After you, mi princesa.”

Fuck you, Pedro Pascal, you thought as you made the effort to move your shaking legs. Two options: first, he had no idea of his effects on you, or second, he did know that and he just liked to torture you. However it is, you were not willing to make a move to figure it out. 

The location of the shooting was a huge farm, so you walked together through the open field, towards his cabin. You got inside and took your shoes off.

“Hey, mister ‘I’m just a common worker as everybody else’, tell me again why exactly you are the only one with a private hot tube”, you teased him. He laughed. “Is it because you’re such good friends with Donna?”.

“So that’s what it was about back in the happy hour?” Pedro looked deeply into your eyes. “Such a jealous little girl, uh?”

You looked away, embarrassed. You can’t deny your brain formulated that sentence, but the alcohol spilled it out your mouth.

“Answering your question, I’m not really friends with Donna, but her partner is one of my closest colleagues in the industry”, he said in a patient tone. “And you’re welcome to use the hot tube whenever you feel like it.”

You could feel your cheeks burning. Fuck.

“I didn’t mean to— to be honest, I don’t even know what I meant, so don’t mind drunk Y/N”, you breathed out strongly.

“Why don’t we forget about it and instead go chill in the hot tube?” He offered you a smile. Pedro was so easy to deal with, always trying to make you comfortable. “I have more of that nice whisky you like.”

You quickly put on your bikini in your room and head back to Pedro’s cabin. You could hear the happy hour turning into a party on the back, as you joined him inside the tub. You did your best to not stare at his toned, tanned body. He was smoking a cigar and handed you a glass.

“You know what’s funny”, he started, you already knew you wouldn’t find it funny at all. “This is the second time I see you in a tub.”

“Well, fuck you very much sir”, you held a serious face before letting a smile scape. “That was traumatic.”

“Why is that? I would say you made quite an impression”, he laughed, something different sparkling in his eyes. “Would it bother you if I said I still think about it?”

You felt your body hot, as if the water was on boiling point.

“God”, you whispered. He never took his eyes off yours. “I don’t know what to say, Pedro.”

“It’s a simple question, sweetheart”, he replied, coming a little closer. You got chills all over your body. “Honestly, I don’t know if you only see me as this friendly, older, disgusting man—”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” you cut him before he could finish. “Feel free to think about whatever you like.”

“Good”, he said quietly, his body even closer, but still not touching yours. “Tell me what you were doing on the tub that day, sweetheart.”

“I-I was, uh,” you felt like you were about to explode, your brain trying to process if this was really happening. “I was touching myself.”

“Finally, princesa”, he let out a deep breath against your neck. “You don’t know how many times I wanted to hear you say this, to be sure my memory wasn’t fucking with me.”

He touched your waist with his hand, putting the cigar away with the other one. You felt delirious.

“What are you going to do now that you know?” The question popped out of your mouth.

He grabbed your arm to move your body, making you sit on his lap. Face to face. He was hard as fuck.

“I will take you back to your cabin, give you a goodnight kiss…” He made a pause. His stare was deep down your soul. “Come back to mine and think ‘bout you while I mind my own business.”

He was dead serious.

“I’m too horny to go to sleep”, you cried to him, all your blood concentrated between your legs. You moved on his lap, rubbing against his cook.

“Trust me”, he said as his hands firmly held your hips down, making you stop and yet feel him ever harder. “I feel the same way.”

He gave you a little forehead kiss.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

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what are your most hated popular aziraphale and crowley mischaracterizations

GREAT question I fucking love complaining

Not to sound contradictory right off the bat but for Az it's both like. "Aziraphale is mean" and "Aziraphale is SO cartoonishly nice that he can't even fathom of anything that could be construed by anyone as being somehow 'bad'", because I think both are really fundamental misunderstandings of Aziraphale as a dramatic character for the former and as a comedic character for the latter. "Aziraphale is mean" seems to be based entirely on the ending of s2 and I've certainly said my piece about that already, but to summarize I think it's a bad reading of that scene and I find "actually Aziraphale is manipulative and mean and Crowley is 100000% always in the right and never did anything wrong ever" to make for a much more boring story than what we've actually got. On the other hand, boomeranging right into the other direction and making Aziraphale way too nice is ALSO something I find boring, but in a more standard "fandom flanderization" type of way. Like, I'm sure you've seen something where Aziraphale is so nice and good and pure and soft and sweet and smol cinnamon roll needs protection that he passes out whenever someone says the word "penis." And I find that boring! It's a bad way to engage with his joke. Aziraphale IS nice, genuinely, and he's good to people and helps people and loves humanity, but also like, he's smug and he lies and he says guns lend weight to a moral argument and is kind of a cunt in ways people don't give him credit for. And that's good! That's awesome. He's really really really funny and I obviously really really like him. Basically I wish people knew how to balance "Aziraphale is nice" and "Aziraphale is a bitch" bc both are true and it's a fine-tuned craft managing to depict both at once

Crowley is harder to pin down... idk I just Also find a lot of fandom Crowley very boring in very similar ways, either stripping him down (God I wish) to form one half of a very basic very boring Good Guy Vs. Bad Guy dynamic, or making him this like Sexy Domineering Alpha Male Daddy Dom type that I find very boring. Not that I think Crowley can never be sexy or domineering, my url is literally, yknow, that, but I think all his "evilness" has an almost playful nature to it where like you know he's having fun with it, OR I like when it feels like he's doing it as a job. like Oh, fuck, have to make the quota today. Gotta go cause a pileup. I think people generally tend to make Crowley either too serious or too nice, and he IS nice, there's a guarded softness in like both renditions of the character that IS very important, but he's still Also kind of a bitch! And that's fun! Idk people always make "sin" out to be some huge thing like "Crowley has to literally murder a child" which makes for good conflict, but there's also little stuff that he's a) good at and b) likes doing, like causing traffic jams and moving construction poles around and just like, generally annoying people and I think that's really really funny. I read a fic once where she would order pizza for delivery to other people's houses, and I'm still workshopping mine where she, like, convinces this rich guy to invest in a bad industry so when his stocks plummet he'll be insufferable to be around (also bc greed is a sin. There are sins besides lust! Animals), and that's fun! And honestly Crowley's fun even when he's down in the dumps, he's funny when he gets annoyed with Aziraphale or when he gets angry at Gabriel or whatever. I wish people tapped into that more! Idk I also clearly like Crowley a lot I think we could hang out I could grab a beer with him and play Bowie and Brian Eno on the jukebox, and a lot of fandom Crowley does not feel like somebody I could grab a beer with. Let him loosen up! Misery is fun to write but all work and no play makes Tony a dull boy

[gren-arlio]

So. Let me tell y'all about a guy named Camus. And a girl named Lala. And other folk. Welcome to Episode 14 of Waku Puyo Extras.

(Ah, back at it again writing these things.)

Hey guys, Gren here, and welcome to Episode 14 of Waku Puyo Extras, a series where I cover basically random stuff about Puyo and Madou as a whole. The Waku part is just because my brand is a single game I translate.

As my free time gets smaller and smaller, the drive to show off cool stuff remains about the same. Thank goodness school is over soon. I'm still alive, don't worry.

Finals and AP Exams are very much happening, so I'm spending that time studying. I'm hoping I pass.

Now, you would expect me to write about PPPP (P⁴ as I call it, Puzzle Pop in other locations) since it released and has a ton of stuff, notably well written characters. But alas:

I'm an Android user. Can't play it.

Frankly, at the moment, I'm not too interested in it right now.

So, the last episode was about Draco, that famous lass. What about this time? Well, since 80% of my work here is Madou related, why not give a showcase of some of the lesser known characters as a whole? Manga and novel stuff included.

With that, hope you enjoy. Also I said a bigger post is coming soon and drop it a literal month later. Damn.

So, Who ARE These Guys?

If you're not familiar with these characters, I honestly don't blame you. These guys are considered kinda niche in the franchise, but are more well known than some guys. I could mention Hanzo and no one besides people who played the game he's from or read the wiki would know him. Oh, or maybe Skeleton-D if we wanted to.

For now, I'll just cover the people have at the very least some stuff about them.

We'll begin with Camus, easily the most recognizable one that we'll be covering today. I swear if he was in Puyo now, he'd be so damn popular.

(From the manual of the Mega Drive release of Madou 1. Notable for being one of the very few times Camus is drawn with the teenage Arle and Lala, both 16, making Camus 18 in this.)

The man, or rather boy, in that photo is the fabled Camus of the Sable Ord- I mean Madou Monogatari 1, both on the SEGA Mega Drive and Game Gear. Since this is a game where Arle is in kindergarten, Camus is her senior. Yeah, senior is the word for this one. He's notable for being the only person to get a perfect score on his exams, that lucky bastard.

Oh yeah he's also like 8 years old for the record in that

In the game, he's both helps you and hinders you for different reasons. Sometimes he's very nice and teaches you things, and other times he's taking stuff from you for playing the game for longer than three hours.

However, at the end of the game (Where he also might help you depending on some stuff), it turns out he was an illusion all along, which is always...fun, you know? That one guy who's been helping you out turns out to not even be real, least in the Game Gear version of things.

Honestly? He's a pretty interesting guy in the game. Arle holds him with some respect, and Lala quite literally has a massive crush on the guy that she's willing to show. Unfortunately.

(Things are really serious in the Kindergarten Exam Fandom...)

He can come off as rude but at the very least he means well. And my goodness, his theme in the game is good.

Underrated gem.

Now, up until a while ago, I kinda thought that'd be the only games he was in, a grand total of 2 whole games. However, by doing this for...a year now, turns out that there IS one more appearance of Camus, presumably to be 18 in the game because...Well, Arle is a teenager there.

Arle Man'Yuki. Or Arle's Travel Log.

Now if I'll be honest, I STILL dunno all too much about the game, despite doing an entire episode on it. The game is super text-heavy, so I don't know EVERYTHING besides some of the Japanese history involved with it. (Crazy how the Heian Era is now some JJK meme. Time is a fun concept.)

Here, Camus has taken the role of the leader of the Shinsengumi, Kondo Isami. It's a long story, so... I'll just link my own work here. (I FINALLY LEARNED HOW TO PUT LINKS IN MY TEXT...)

I never covered Camus extensively in that game due to his admittedly small role in that game, but he's a fairly upstanding guy. Schezo works under him as the vice leader. Ain't that cool?

Check it out if you're curious about that, some basic Japanese history that may be a tad inaccurate, or JUMP HERO.

And err...that's every game he's from. Yeah, he's in a grand total of what, three games? It's not much but it's still something. He's a very cool lad.

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Wait, who's Lala?

I'm glad you asked, me. Lalah is a character from Mobile Suit Gundam that works with Char after he...well, this is a Madou blog. If only I could talk to you about Gundam. But alas.

Lala is ACTUALLY a girl who's the same age as Arle, and the girl who's madly in love with Camus...as I've told before. But she does have a little more than just that, don't worry.

In the Game Gear version at least, she sneaks into the tower Arle went into to graduate, upset that she wasn't the one to take the exam, but rather Arle. And yes. She broke a brick wall to get to her.

(A 6 year old is stronger than any of us. LMK if you can run into a brick wall just fine.)

Now if I had to describe her, it'd be "Arrogant but funny as hell". Because she's arrogant but funny as hell. Arle calls Lala her BFF, to which she doesn't take that reply nicely and says they ain't BFF'S, they ain't even friends. Straight hater energy. (She wasn't able to take the exam due to a cold.)

Camus appears to stop her from interfering, and she goes on this tangent about how wonderful he is, and how he always eluded her... and chases him, as shown more above.

Things start to get funky when you get deeper into the tower, as Lala makes a literal trap hole, and Arle falls down. However, Lala is mad that she fell and NOT Camus, leading him to appear in the floor above and basically say "Idiot. I'm not falling for that." and she continues to chase him.

Her reign of terror ends when Camus SEALS HER AWAY for the rest of the game. But she's okay after it all don't worry. Arle summed it up the best way I could. She ends up fine after the end of the game, however.

Lala also appears in Chaotic Final Exam too, now 16, but honestly...it's one of the games where I know next to nothing about it. Apologies. Just know that she's there and not Camus. (Though with the style of how the game looks...probably for the better.)

She's just overall what we call in the industry... a girlfail. She tries her absolute best but fails so, so much that I can't help but laugh at her and pity her at the same time.

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I have no cool segway into this section. Introducing... Rasp.

You might've seen them around if you've checked my blog here or there as a front page image for my works.

And you'd be right. Rasp is from the Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Manga, a brand new character just made for the thing. They're basically a minion who mostly impede the way for Schezo and Rulue. I say "they" because, well, Rasp is genderless.

Fun fact: Their salary is unknown, but they apparently get paid more than a Manga artist, so take that as how you will.

Rasp does appear frequently throughout the volumes, and does indeed fight Schezo. While they do lose, at least they looked pretty cool while doing so.

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Lightning Round:

Now these devilish goofballs are folks I want to show...but don't have much info on them just yet. Or there wasn't that much to begin with.

Septem:

(Creatura...La creature 98...)

Septem is another genderless character from the series, coming from Arle no Bouken, a game I know next to nothing about. All I know from it is them and that they cling to Arle like a sister. I love them.

This is absolutely one character I wish I knew more on, since she's much more developed as a character...I just don't know much about Arle no Bouken.

Dark Witch:

(What is this, a doppelganger bargain sale?)

Now she has a little more to her that I DO know but it's nothing spectacular.

Planned to be in Puyo N but was scrapped due to the idea of her being too serious, which is quite the reason for Puyo, but appears in Comet Summoner anyways as a final boss.

You can even play as her, and fight Witch herself and beat her... and possessing her. Kinda, sorta.

Runelord:

(Dweeb appeared in one game and changed a man)

Runelord is an odd case, because some of his lore is stuck onto True Madou Monogatari, which in of itself...is kinda iffy lore wise. And also really long.

In Madou S? Wants Schezo to be the next successor, he says no, fight happens, Schezo wins but is affected anyways. Apparently he was beaten by Lagnus, but that comes from True Madou, so the accuracy of the Canon can be very much debated. It all depends if you think it's Canon or not.

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And honestly, that'll be all for this time around. Apologies this took so long. Life's been quite the journey. Graduation's happening soon, and finals are happening soon. The list goes on. I'm hoping I get by through the school year, but alas, I'm happy you read this.

Adios.

[topguncortez]

What to Expect | Chapter 10

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synopsis: Jake thinks about his future in the Navy as your due date draws closer. What was supposed to be a joyous last day of school, ends up with a call you never wanted to get.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: pregnancy, cursing, topgun shit, missions, end of the school year sadness, Jake's PTSD,

Jake had missed being in the middle of the ocean and being on the carrier. He sat on one of the decks, looking out at the waves crashing against the carrier, and feeling the salty breeze against his skin. He wondered if his little girl would like the ocean and the beach as much as he did. Jake smiled to himself as he looked down at his boots. He never realized how much he could miss home. Of course he always missed you while he was gone on deployments or detachments, but he filled the time with flying and hanging with his friends. But now, the only thing he wanted to do was curl up with you and nuzzle his face into your bump. 

“There you are,” Payback said, snapping Jake out of his thoughts, “Been searching the whole damn place for you. Mav wants to go over flight stuff.” 

“Yeah, sorry, lost track of time,” Jake said, pushing himself up from the ground. Payback held his hand out and helped pull him up, “Thanks, man.” 

“No problem. How’s the lady?” 

“Good, tired of being pregnant.” 

Payback chuckled, “Man, I remember those days. When Nina was pregnant with Jay, I thought she was going to kill me by the eighth month.” 

“How do you do it?” Jake asked, “Being away from them. I mean, my daughter isn’t even born yet and I’m half tempted to take a jet and fly home. Does it get easier?” 

“No,” Payback said honestly, “It doesn’t. And when you see your little girl for the first time, you’ll be all too prepared to retire as soon as possible. But, the longing makes you love coming home even more.” 

“Aren’t you sad about what you miss?” 

“Of course, that’s part of being a parent. But it makes the moments when you are there even more special.” 

“Thank you,” Jake said and Payback clapped him on the back. 

“No problem. I gotta welcome you to the Dagger Squad Dad’s club. I’ve been the only one for too long,” Payback joked and Jake chuckled. 

“I’m guessing my welcome gift is a pair of new balances and a barbecue set.” 

“Oh for sure.” 

Maverick was less than impressed when Jake and Rueben walked into the briefing room late. He got right to work on explaining what their next task at hand was. The whole point of the detachment was for security and training opportunities. The last time they really had a chance to be on a carrier like this was during the Uranium Mission. This time, there was no immediate threat or enemy that they had to be weary of. It made Jake somewhat less worried and nervous about being away from you. 

“Hangman, Rooster, Fanboy and Payback,” Maverick called out the pilots’ callsigns, “I want you all on deck ready to go for flight plan B. Two singles and a team flier.” 

Jake looked over at Rooster who clenched his jaw. The two of them had hardly spoken unless it had something to do with the mission. Everyone could feel the tension between them, it was a bit awkward and heated. Jake had tried to make amends with Rooster for the sake of the mission, and for your sake too, but Rooster had no intention of making nice with Jake. 

The pilots agreed and were dismissed from the briefing room. Jake went right to the computer lab, going to check his email for what was probably the tenth time today. It was the only form of communication he had with you back home. You had promised to send him pictures and updates as much as you could. Though, things weren’t really changing as you entered the 32nd week of your pregnancy. Jake’s green eyes watched the loading bar cautiously waiting for the screen to pop up. A smile came across his face as he saw a brand new email notification from you. Attached as a picture of the newest ultrasound and your growing belly. 

— — — 

“Are your boobs leaking?” Your sister Stephanie asked. You looked down at your light blue shirt and groaned, “Is that normal?” 

“Apparently,” You grabbed a paper towel and dabbed at your breast. It had only been a week since the Daggers left for detachment. Your sisters Stephanie and Gia decided to come back and visit while your dad was away on this detachment. Even though your mother had been well versed in the life of being married to a pilot, it was still hard to be alone. Gia hadn’t seen you since you moved back to San Diego, and you had been dreading the moment. 

Gia wasn’t always the nicest sister, being the middle sister out of the three girls (her and Dylan were the official middle children). Gia always strived to be the star of the family, wanting to be the one that carried on the Kazansky namesake in the army. She wanted people to think of her when they thought of ‘Kazansky’ not Stephanie or Dylan or even you (before you said you weren’t going to join). To her, you were the angel of the family, the sibling who could never do wrong. You got what you wanted, you had Ice’s attention constantly, you were the true star of the family. And Gia hated it. She always had a way of making you feel less than everyone else. Even now, as fully grown adults.

“Have you talked to Jake?” Stephanie asked. 

“No, I haven’t,” You sighed, pulling your jacket over your body the best you could. You thought weeks ago you couldn’t get any bigger, but you were quickly proven wrong. 

“He’s probably busy,” Stephanie shrugged, giving you a warm smile. 

“Or banging a shipman,” Gia said as she walked into the kitchen. You sucked in a breath and Stephanie glared at her, “Is that why you two broke up?” 

“Gia, really?” Stephanie scolded, “Enough of that shit.” 

“What? Just pointing out the fact that he’s a cheater and you’re having a child out of wedlock,” Gia grabbed a grape off the kitchen counter, “How is the rugrat?” 

“Busy,” You mumbled as Baby girl moved around inside you, “Still breech, but they said that’s normal.” 

“Hope you don’t have to have a c-section. The scar will ruin your perfect skin complexion.” 

“Can you say anything nice today? Or do you have to be such a bitch all the time, Gia?” Stephanie crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her sibling, “Seriously? What’s the deal?” 

“Nothing,” Gia shrugged, “Just nice to see the perfect princess’s plans finally getting put off track.” Gia winked at you before walking out of the kitchen like nothing had happened. 

You tried hard not to cry, but you couldn’t help letting a few tears slip down your cheeks. Everyone knew damn well that a baby before marriage was not in your plans. You had always talked about your fairytale wedding since you were a child. A dress like Princess Di’s, a big cathedral decorated with beautiful flowers, a beautiful ring placed on your finger. After marriage you wanted to spend at least two years doing just married couple things like traveling the world and settling in a new house, getting a couple of animals before kids. 

You almost had that with Jake. You had the house, the animals, the plans in the works of getting married, but it all halted when Jake came home from the Uranium Mission and told you the lie of his infidelity. You had suddenly found yourself having to rebuild a dream that had been destroyed. You wondered if that was even going to be possible, you didn’t think that you could ever find a man like Jake. And then, you got a second chance at the dream life you wanted to have, just in a different order. 

“Hey, don’t listen to her,” Stephanie said, frowning at the tears on your cheeks, “She’s bitter cause Steven is being sneaky again, even though she kind of deserves it.” 

“She doesn’t deserve that shit,” You sighed, “I know how it feels and it’s horrible. Even though she’s a bitch, she doesn’t deserve to be cheated on.” 

“And this is why you’re everyone's favorite,” Stephanie said and booped your nose. You rolled your eyes and stood up from your chair. 

“Oh, um. . . the teachers at school want to throw me a small little baby shower. It’s just like cake and ice cream, kinda more of an end of the school year thing,” You said, “Jake won’t be there so-” 

“Of course I will be there!” Stephanie yelled and threw her arms around you in a hug. Stephanie was always the hugger of the family, something she clearly got from your mother. You tried to not tell her about certain events or awards you got because she would always pull you in for a bone crushing hug. You were suddenly very thankful that your belly was in the way of her crushing you. 

“Oh my god, I should bake cookies!” 

“Yeah, you do that,” You said and walked out of the kitchen before you could get sucked into baking way too many chocolate chip cookies. 

— — — 

The end of the school year always made you a bit sad. Spending nine months getting to know students, watching them grow and learn over the year. You loved summer and the time off, but you missed seeing the smiling faces of your students every day. Usually, what kept you going through the summer and the end of the school year was the fact that you would still see your old students when August would roll back around. Except, this year was different. You wouldn’t be coming back to school in August. You weren’t quite sure if you were going to come back at all. 

The idea to be a stay-at-home used to never be something that you liked. You didn’t understand how your mom could stand being home all day with four kids. You had even asked her if she would do something differently if she had the chance, and she told you that she was happy with the way her life was. Jake had never pushed the idea of that on you, either. He viewed raising children as an equal thing between mother and father. In fact, he even thought about staying home and raising kids just so you could still go teach and do what you loved. But you both knew, with his job, it would be nearly impossible. 

So you contemplated just staying home for the whole year. Knowing that Jake could possibly be deployed at a drop of a hat, you wanted to be prepared for that to happen. You knew that it would be nearly impossible for you to come back to work after spending five months home with your little one. Jake knew that he was probably going to cry on his first day going back to work after his paternity leave was up. 

“Miss K?” You looked up from your desk to see Owen standing in front of it, “We have a card for you.” 

“You do?” You asked. You had put on a movie for the kids to watch in the last part of the day before early dismissal. What you didn’t realize while you were trying not to cry about having to take down the decorations in your room was that your kids had made a card and were passing it around the room for each of them to sign. Owen nodded and you paused the movie, standing up and walking to the front of your classroom. 

“Miss Ortega helped us write it,” Joy, one of your second graders said. You made a mental note to give Alyssa a hug later. 

“You told us we might not see you next year, and it made some of us sad,” Owen said, “And then we saw you get sad about it so we decided to make you a going away card for you and the baby.” 

You took the card from his outstretched hands, “To our favorite second grade teacher,” You blinked back tears as you opened the card, “This year you have taught us a lot; how to read chapter books, the regions of the United States, standard multiplication, and how to build the perfect paper airplane,” You chuckled and wiped a tear away, “We will miss you next year, and wish we could have you in third grade. We wish you and Baby K the best. Love, your second graders. And every single one of you signed it.” 

You took a deep breath and held the card to your chest, “You guys are awesome. I hope that one day this little one will be as awesome as you.” 

“Can we give you a hug!?” Amelia shouted. 

“Of course. Very gently, group hug,” You said and 30 some second graders came speed walking up to hug you. You laughed and hugged them all tightly. It really did break your heart to have to say goodbye to this class, probably more than years passed. 

When the school bell rang, you stood by your door, giving each kiddo a hug and a small goody bag on their way out the door for the summer. 

“Miss K,” Owen said. He was the last one in the line, “Can you give something to Mister Jake for me?” 

“For sure,” You said and Owen handed you a piece of yellow paper that had been cut like the wings Jake had given him earlier in the year. You smiled, and Owen wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. 

“I’m going to miss you,” Owen said. 

“I am going to miss you too,” You said, and then kneeled down to Owen’s height, “Don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t special, okay? You are a very special kid, Owen.” 

“Thank you, Miss K,” Owen said and you nodded, “Bye Miss K and Baby K.” 

“Goodbye Owen, have a happy summer.”

You stood up as Owen ran down the hallway towards the front doors of the school. You sighed, and turned around, looking at your now empty classroom. All the kids had put their chairs on their desks and taken their name tags off. You had given them anything in the class that had their name on it, which left it looking pretty bare.  Your lip quivered and you bit back a sob. Shaking your head, you shut the door, you weren’t able to look at the room anymore without crying. Jake had already agreed to help you clean everything out when he got back. 

“Hey,” Alyssa said, stepping out of her room down the hall, “You okay?” 

“No,” You sniffled, “I’m seven months pregnant, my baby daddy is in the middle of the pacific ocean, and your card made me fucking sob.” 

Alyssa giggled and put her arm around your shoulders, “I’m going to miss coming to bother you during lunch.” 

“Oh don’t you start,” You pushed her arm off of your playfully, “Let’s go. I want cookies. Stephanie has been perfecting her recipe since last week.” 

The staff break room was decorated with balloons and streamers, not only for you but to celebrate the end of the year. Your colleagues were all sad to see you go. Even though you had only been there a year, you had quickly become one of everyone's favorite teachers. Your kindness was infectious, and even teachers from other grades were coming by your room for a quick chat. You were thankful for having such a good team by your side. 

A couple of the other teacher moms gave you some gifts. You got a couple of books, onesies and diapers. It made you sort of realize that you hadn’t started really buying anything for the baby, and time was running out. Alyssa could see the look of panic on your face, and made sure to add things to the registry she and Phoenix had started for you. Stephanie was getting along greatly with some of the teachers, which surprised no one. She was always the social butterfly, and get along with anyone and everyone.  

“Are you ready for the baby to be here?” One of the fourth grade teachers, Mrs. Donohughe asked. 

“Can you ever be ready for a baby?” You asked and she chuckled, “I feel somewhat ready. I’ve had things like the crib and dresser and rocker delivered. But besides that. . . I think this is my first package of diapers I’ve gotten.” 

“You have time to get all that. Might not seem like it, but you will,” She assured you. 

You sucked in a breath as your phone went off. You smiled seeing Jake’s name and contact photo flash across your phone. You excused yourself from the group, and waddled out into the hallway. You swiped to answer it, and let out a sigh. 

“Hey, I’ve been waiting to-” 

“Sweetheart,” Your eyebrows furrowed at the sound of your dad’s voice. You pulled your phone away and double checked that it was in fact Jake’s phone number. 

“Dad? What-Why do you have Jake’s phone?” 

“Sweetheart,” Ice sighed, “There’s been an accident.”

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Cherish's Diary:

I don't know what to do. Tobias has been arrested for assaulting a public officer, and there's no way we can get him out. His bail is $5,000! He keeps phoning me about it, and I feel so bad but there's no way I can even pay the $500 to get a bond for him. I have some tips from work, but they make up barely half of that, and there's nothing in the bank account he's been managing. Only all the stupid stuff he buys, and I can't really give a bondsman video game skins and packs of cigarettes. I did ask Momma and Daddy if they could help pay it, and we'd pay them back soon, but Daddy reminded me that I'm grown and I should have managed the finances better and saved some money to prepare for this sort of stuff. That's what he always told me growing up, and I know he's right; but Tobias said he wanted to manage the money, and I can't argue with him, he's my husband! I could ask Esther, but I'd feel awful asking an elderly widow to pay for things that are my responsibility, and I don't think she has much to spare herself, with that boy who does the yard work for church looking after her.

I know Tobias is a good man really, he just gets a bit worked up sometimes, and that's what happened when that social worker came over. He just was upset that our kids might have been at risk! I mean, to me the social worker seemed nice, but men's brains work differently, so maybe he realised there was an issue and I didn't. I just hope whoever is in charge of sentencing him understands the situation and isn't harsh, seeing as it was just a mistake. We really need him at home, he's so sweet when he's happy, and I don't think we can do without the money he gives me from Christ Chicken. Luckily, I've told my manager that my schedule changed and she's given me some extra shifts. So we should be ok for now, but I do need to ask someone to watch Neveah and Travis.

The kids are all shook up from what happened! Poor Mandy is just in hysterics because she thinks it's all her fault -- she told her teacher what she was doing at the weekend and the teacher didn't seem happy according to her. Honestly, I wasn't too happy when she said that Tobias had left her all alone with the little ones -- she's still only 7 -- but I will have to tell her not to talk about things like that to people who won't understand. I'll leave it until she's a little less upset though, I don't think she'd cope with that sort of talk at the moment. For now, she's been praying for her Daddy, which is very sweet of her.

Tyson and Neveah haven't been any better. Tyson has got such an attitude, he won't listen to anything I say. He's been moping in his room and yelling at his siblings. And after school today, his teacher pulled me aside and said he had to be sent out for distracting the class! I know he's always been loud and energetic at school, he's a boy after all, but that's never happened before! The teacher did say he understood with the situation at home, but I can't believe it. He's always been such a sweet boy and now he's just being awful! I'm praying it resolves itself soon, and Mandy starts coping a little better, because it's honestly horrible to be in the house with the two of them. They're just setting each other off at the minute, and then that upsets Neveah and Travis. I think poor Neveah doesn't understand enough to know what's going on, but she knows something's changed and Daddy's not here anymore, and it's really upsetting her. She's normally such an independant little girl, but it's like she's gone back to being a baby. She won't let me leave her alone, and she's not sleeping through the night. She's slept through the night since she was about 8 months old! And if I do leave her alone, she's just breaking all the toys or trying to ruin the furniture. I feel like I need 3 extra pairs of hands to deal with them all at the minute. I know they must be missing their Daddy, but I am too, and they're not easy to parent just now. Lord, I am praying that everything will go smoothly for Tobias and we can all go back to normal soon, because I don't think I can manage all on my own for long. You designed man and wife to be joined together in marriage and not seperated, and I am really feeling why You designed it that way with these struggles at the moment. Please give me strength.

[kyriat-stories]

Noor felt gloomy and troubled the following days. It was like a cloud was over her head, or even inside her head. She didn't find joy in any of her everyday tasks. She tried to appear happy when she was around people, but Myrto saw through her.

- What is wrong, mother?

- Nothing! Noor answered a bit too quickly.

- You don't fool me mother. I can see that something is bothering you, and the fact that you don't share is worrying me. Are you sick or something?

- No, no. I'm fine! There is no need to worry Myrto.

- I don't believe you mother. I've never seen you like this before. I wish you would talk to me. I'm not a baby anymore, I can take it if something is wrong.

- I know sweetie, but there is nothing wrong. I assure you.

Myrto did not settle with that, and the next day she decided to talk with her aunt about it.

- It's fine that she don't want to talk with me, Myrto said, I'm just thirteen and there are things I don't understand, I realize that.

- I'm sure it's nothing, the last time I saw her she was fine?

- I don't know, thea Eira, but I can hear her crying in the bathroom, and I haven't heard my mother cry like that before. Ever! Can't you just talk to her?

- Crying in the bathroom? That doesn't sound like Noor. Now that I think about it, I haven't seen her for a couple of weeks, I've been so wrapped up in my own... eh... things.

- I don't like to tell about mother's private stuff, but I didn't know what to do!

- You were right to come to me Myrtaki mou, I'm family, and you can always tell me what's in your heart. Just tell your mother you ran in to me and that I want to go to the Agora with her tomorrow.

- Sister! Eira chirped, I'm so happy to see you! It's been too long!

- I was assuming you were busy with Kyrios Yousif and everything, and honestly I've been kind of busy too.

- Have you? Can't wait to hear about it! But let's find some shadow, it's much too hot today!

- Phuh, this was better, Eira said as they found a nice, cool place in the temple. Now, tell me, what's up?

- Up? Noor squirmed. Nothing special. Why do you ask?

- You said you had been busy?

- Yes, it's just a lot of garden work, and Mpatíni is not helping much, I think she is with child again. I don't know how that happened, because they still don't seem to talk to each other.

- And?

- "And" what? Oh I see. Have Myrto been talking with you?

- Well ..., now it was Eira turn to squirm. She might have mentioned that you were a bit weary.

- I'm fine! I don't understand what you guys are fussing about!

- We are not fussing Noor, we are just concerned. But if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I'm not going to force you to tell me. Just don't tell me nothing is wrong, because I know you too well to be fooled.

- I don't... Noor hesitated, Honestly? I don't know. I just realized that I'm not fulfilled. You know what I mean. Maybe your happiness, maybe watching how unhappy Teo and Mpatíni are, maybe because I'm growing older. I know something is missing, but I don't really know what I want. I have everything, don't I?

- Well I don't kno..

- My kids are fine, Noor cut her off, I'm fine, we have food on the table and there is peace in Manthos, what else could I possibly wish for??

- I think you need another baby. Maybe two!

- WHAT?! Are you mad? That's the last thing... Noor realized Eira was joking. Haha, you crazy woman! You almost had me there.

- Well, now we ruled out one thing you don't need to fulfill your life. What else? A prince on a white horse?

A shadow came over Noor's face.

- I don't have very good experiences with princes...

- Sorry Noor, I didn't think! Forgive me!

- Don't worry, it's fine. Or should I say "Check! Another thing I don't need in my life."

- Irrefutably!

- However. I might not turn down a strikingly handsome, romantic gentleman with good taste, that could rub my feet at night.

- Of course not! Hehe!

- But most of all I just need to express myself, I think. And I need to have you in my life. You mean so much to me, dear sister.

- I love you too dear. And jokes aside, it might just be menopause you know? They say you you can become a little crazy when your bleeding stops. And sad and tired. And hot! My goddess, maybe that's why I'm always hot! I thought it was the summer heat...

- Me too! Yes, you might be right. Anyway, I feel a bit better now, just from talking with you. But enough about about my problems! Let's indulge in some juicy gossip from the palace: Did you hear that they are forcing the young prince Linos to marry the Princess of Koiláda Chalkou? She must be our age, at least. She could be his mother!

- What? That's terrible! I can't believe those people!

- They have no moral! But we already knew that, didn't we?

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[bookishtheaterlover7]

WOO! Had to go through high or hell water, but a blessing in the form of the mysterious new friend 🎄 helped me get the info I need

Now... Let's drag this pretentious bitch through the mud again, shall we..?

For starters, let's admire the "bride"😜

Well, well... They actually made the Wicked Witch of the East (West is Elphaba, I will not drag her with this bitch) look good. Even 👸 said she actually liked the lipstick and wearing a good outfit, covering what everyone has already seen too much of, and choosing black, to mourn her lost Instagram followers? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And what is with that position?! She also hates the little bow on the dress, it's indicative of Albitch's Lolita personality (in my words, AS IF THE BITCH NEEDED TO REMIND EVERYONE). And those cold black eyes 😆 What is with the bow below? Most people would have the bow at the waist! (I told her that Albitch doesn't have curves to accentuate 🙃)

👸 is being a savage today and I'm loving it!!!

Honestly, she's right, as always 😆 and the thing with Albitch's stupid ass position it kinda reminds me of Cinderella's step sisters 🤭

And she actually wears something other than crop tops?!😵 And really? A babydoll dress? Could you be anymore obvious, Albitch?!

And one last thing... FUCKING FIX YOUR POSITIONS, YOU WANNABE!!!

Onto the topic of Chris...

Their rings don't fucking match! What married couple doesn't have matching rings?! This isn't the 1800s where only the bride wears the ring. Both husband and wife, are supposed to have a ring. They might not wear it all the time, but they do have rings! But these two? You put their photos right next to each other, and it looks like someone told them to each buy a ring without knowing what the other even looked like 🤭☕

His is some form of gold. Still doesn't fit... And hers, are silver, dull and fucking loose!!!

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Thank you 👸 for showing me this vid, I needed that laugh 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Albitch, do you seriously don't know what to do with your hands? With all your slutty posts, I thought you'd be an expert by now 🤭 I guess that's why you never show them in pictures you post...

And another thing. This goes to all of the people who thought she's hiding because she's pregnant...

DOES SHE LOOK REMOTELY PREGNANT TO YOU?! YOU'RE FUCKING DELULU!!!

And we're back to Chris...

Yeah those wedding rings are seriously not matching. And no matter how you spin it, there's absolutely zero reason for those two to not match. Unless neither knew what the other bought in which case...

THEY'RE EXPOSING THEMSELVES!!!!

Just like how Albitch appearing without Chris only confirms our suspicions, that he's in MA, with his family, DEFINITELY WITHOUT HIS LOVING NEW BRIDE 😁

Now, isn't that just couple goals... 🙄

I mean Dodger will actually have a happy Thanksgiving this year, because his Daddy would actually smell nice and not have his wicked Step-Mother

Oh, I forgot! 👸 rewatched Chris' NYCC panel, and at 10:14 of the video...

She told me, it's really hard to notice, and I didn't but after two tries I did too, that Chris mentions that he has to use treats to get Dodger to come near him, because, "sometimes stuff happens"...

I'm sorry, but WHAT STUFF HAPPENED THAT MAKES DODGER NOT WANT TO BE NEAR YOU, CHRISTOPHER?!

I know it sounds like a stretch, and probably a major conspiracy theory. But come on! Dodger is the least shy dog on the internet! He loves new friends, in dog and human form.

And he's a dog who, like his Dad, loves to show affection, and receive it. There's no way, Dodger would avoid people, unless, and my dog is like this, they've had a bad experience with that person, and they don't trust them. Even just the scent might have them stay away. 🤔🧐

TL;DR

🎄 is an angel sent from the heavens to have helped me. 👸 is SAVAGE today with the sick burns. Albitch looks decent, but her positions, and the fact that literally EVERYTHING but the ring shines is another Red Flag 🚩(we're about to run out of room for these flags). Chris and her have rings that don't fucking match. Dodger might be having a happy Thanksgiving because his wicked Step-Mother is as far from MA as she can be (Green card, what? She doesn't know her🤭)

Oh, and...

Happy Thanksgiving to those that celebrate it 😁🍗

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [12]

ー The scene starts in the hallway of the Violet Manor

Laito: ( Haah...Carla sure knows how to work people to the bone. I guess his true nature as an ‘almighty Founder’ shows even when he’s lost all his memories. )

( Although I guess I can’t complain since it gives me a chance to put my plans into action. )

( Personally I have no complaints as long as he doesn’t catch me off guard with an abrupt order. )

Ahーah. I’m exhausted. Leave all of the sneaky stuff like eavesdropping or stalking to me. 

But physical labor isn’t quite my cup of tea. Time to head back to my room and have Yui spoil me. 

ー He enters his room

Laito: Bitch-chan, I’m back~

Yui: ...

Laito: Wait, huh? Bitch-chan?

( She’s lying down on the bed, so perhaps...? )

ー He approaches

Yui: Zzー... Zzー...

Laito: I knew it, she’s asleep. Just when I thought she could cheer me up after a long day.

( Who am I kidding? I’d probably just bring her to tears again, wouldn’t I...? )

( That being said, she’s sound asleep... )

...Ey.

*Rustle* 

Yui: ...Nnー...

Laito: ( Heeh, she must be pretty fast asleep since she didn’t woke up even when I pinched her cheek. )

( Don’t you think you’re leaving yourself a little too vulnerable? Don’t come crying to me if you get attacked by the big, bad wolf~ )

Yui: Zzー... Zzー...

Laito: ( Well, I guess in the current situation, I’d be that wolf. )

( ...I’m sorry for what I said the other day. I genuinely had no intentions to make you cry. )

*Cling*

Laito: ( I doubt you’ll believe me while I have you chained up like this though. )

Yui: Nnー... Laito-kun...

Laito: Eh? 

Yui: Zzー...Zzー...

Laito: ( Talking in her sleep, huh...? )

( I can’t believe I’m there with you, even while you’re asleep. You must truly love me. )

( Or am I making you cry inside your dreams as well? )

Yui: Nn...

ー Laito leans in

Laito: No need to wake up. Sleep well, okay?

If you’re having a nice dream, you can stay asleep for a while.

Because I’m sure that once you wake up, you’ll end up stressing yourself out again. 

Yui: Zzー ... Zzー... 

Laito: Try to enjoy your moment of peace. My beloved Princess. 

No matter what happens, I will always love you, Yui-chan.

I doubt you can hear me, but believe me when I say that I am speaking the truth. ...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ...Nnー...

Laito: Fufu, snuggling up to me like that. You’re such a cutie, honestly.

Do you want me to kiss you even more, that badly? What a lewd girl you are, yearning for me even while asleep.

Even your neck has flushed red. See? Right here. It’s heating up.

*Rustle* 

Yui: Nn...

Laito: Did that tickle? I’d love to just sink my fangs right in...but I’ll pass today.

ー The screen fades to black

Laito: Endure it just a little longer, okay? Goodnight...Nn...

*Smooch*

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Nn...

( ...I wonder when I fell asleep...? )

( I believe I had a nice dream... )

*Cling* 

Yui: Hm...?

Laito: Zzー ... Zzー ... 

Yui: ( Laito-kun...? I wonder when he came back? I didn’t notice at all. )

( I guess he’s tired? It’s strange for him to sleep like this... )

( I wonder what he’s doing outside of this room every day? I doubt he’ll tell me if I ask though... ) 

Laito: Nn...Pwaah...Huh? You woke up?

Yui: Good morning, Laito-kun.

Laito: Yeah, good morning.

Nnー... After watching you sleep so comfortably, I couldn’t help but doze off by your side as well.

Yui: I see...

Wait, you were watching me sleep?

Laito: Why of course! Why would I pass up on an opportunity to watch you snooze away so utterly defenseless~?

Yui: ( Geez...I mean, I’m used to this but I wish he wouldn’t look at the expressions I make in my sleep... )

( I’d be so embarrassing if I was making a goofy face... )

Laito: Besides, you seemed to really enjoy my touch.

Yui: Eh!? Your touch...? W-What did you do!?

Laito: Oh? You want me to actually say it out loud? Gosh, Bitch-chan, you really love this sorta stuff, don’t you? 

Sure thing. I’ll tell you just how spicy things got while you were asleep, in・full・detail. 

Yui: It’s fine! Nevermind! You don’t need to tell me!

( I don’t know what he did exactly, but I feel like I’d be better off not knowing. Yeah, I’ll just pretend it never happened. )

( Anyway, when we’re talking like this, it truly feels as if nothing has changed... )

*Cling*

Yui: ( But he still won’t free me from this chain...Furthermore... )

( He just wants to have fun. Even if that means I’ll have to get together with someone else. That’s...how he feels. )

Laito: Hm? What’s wrong? You’re gazing at me so intently.

Yui: I-I’m not.

...You see, you seem tired today, did something rough happen?

Laito: Aah, Carla told me to continue with the interrogations down in the dungeon today.

Everyone kept complaining to me, I’m totally beat.

Yui: Interrogation...

Laito: I’m pretty sure Carla is running out of patience because he can’t seem to figure out how to become Supreme Overlord.

I guess he wants even the smallest clue? 

Yui: ( He hasn’t told me what exactly he has to do during these interrogations but...I doubt it’s a peaceful chat. )

( Don’t tell me he’s been hurting them...? )

( That doesn’t sound like something he’d do. )

Hey, what do you do during these interrogations? Is everyone alright?

Laito: Oh? You’re that worried?

Yui: Of course.

Laito: Hm...I see, I see. Guess you leave me no other choice then.

I suppose I’ll make an exception and tell you~

Yui: Eh? You will?

( Even though he refused to speak a word about the others up till now. Yay...! )

Laito: Someone’s happy, it seems. Well then, let me start by using this chainーー

Yui: Kyaah!?

Laito: When I tug onto the chain like this, you’ll get pulled in by your wrists and fall over face-first, see?

Which allows me to do all sorts of things while you can’t move. 

Yui: W-Wait! Why are you doing this!? 

Laito: You told me, didn’t you? That you wanted to know how I’ve been interrogating them.

Yui: ( N-No, that’s not it! I just wanted to know how everyone’s doing! )

( But this is bad... )

Selection

→ Bring up something else (♡)

Yui: Uhm, actually, I’m kind of curious to know what’s on today’s menu!

Laito: Aah, sure? Shall I force it inside your mouth? Do you like that sort of thing?

Yui: T-That’s not it. Let’s just drop this topic for now...

→ Tell him to stop (🖤)

Yui: Stop this! I just wanted to know how everyone’s doing down there...

Laito: You really bring out the bad guy inside of me by protesting like that.

Perhaps I should put you through an actual interrogation? Do you want it to be painful or pleasurable, tell me?

Yui: N-No need!

Laito: Oh well, that was just a joke. I know it’s called an interrogation, but I just hear them out. I don’t take it very seriously after all.

Yui: Ah...Oh, geez. So they aren’t actually being harmed...Thank god.

( Laito-kun hasn’t had to hurt anyone either. I’m relieved... )

Laito: I mean, they’re not but don’t you think you’re a little too worried about the other guys?

Ahーah. They’re such lucky guys, having you worry about them.

Yui: Sure, I was concerned about how everyone’s doing as well. But... 

I was mostly worried because I didn’t know what you were up to.

Laito: Eh? Me?

Yui: I don’t know what’s going on outside while I’m locked up in here after all.

And you wouldn’t tell me what you’re doing either...

So I couldn’t help but wonder if you were perhaps putting yourself in danger...

Laito: I see...You were worried about me.

Yui: Sure, you might not care what happens to me or who I get together with but...

Let me at least worry about you. That’s the only thing I can still do after all...

Laito: ...I see. How touching. (1)

I guess I really am the bad guy, pushing you that far...

Yui: ( ...? Laito-kun? Why does he look so sad...? )

*Knock*

Azusa: Laito, are you there...?

Yui: ( ...Azusa-kun? )

Laito: I am! Is something the matter?

Azusa: Carla is calling you...He wants you to come to the living room. 

Laito: Hmー I wonder what he needs to tell me? Gotcha! I’ll be right there!

Azusa: Yeah...You do that, okay?

ー Azusa walks away

Yui: Carla-san asked for you personally? 

( I wonder why? It worries me. )

Laito: He must have something very important to talk about in that case.

I wonder what it could be? I’m excited!

Well then, Bitch-chan. I’ll get going now, okay?

Yui: Ah...Sure. ...See you later.

Laito: Off I go~

ー Laito leaves the room

Yui: ( Laito-kun seems to be having fun. I guess he really is enjoying his free life here to the fullest... )

( I wonder if it’s selfish of me...To want to go back to our previous life at the Sakamaki Manor? )

Even so, I want to go back. Besidesーー

I don’t want to become someone else’s Eve...

Laito-kun...

ー The scene shifts to the dining lounge

Laito: Geez, why did you summon me out of the blue?

I’ve told you that I’m keeping a proper eye on Bitch-chan, haven’t I?

I’m making smooth progress interrogating the guys down in the dungeon as well. 

Carla: But even after conducting those interrogations, you have yet to gain any information on how to become Supreme Overlord, correct? 

Laito: Ahー About that, I’m sure it’ll take some time, but I promise I’ll find something eventually. 

Carla: No...That will not be necessary. 

Laito: Eh?

Carla: I had Subaru and the others sniff out the other manors and even the Church.

However, just as I feared, we were unable to find any clues on how to become the Supreme Overlord.

Laito: Hmー I see. Seems like we’re in for a tough ride.

Carla: As long as the throne would eventually be mine, I did not care as it would take time as I was willing to put up with the wait. 

However, now that the two other Houses are under my control, it would be a shame to sit around and waste time.

Laito: ...Don’t tell me. 

Carla: Now that the threat of the other Houses has disappeared, there is no longer a need to keep Eve under supervision. 

From here on outーー Eve shall stay with me.

Laito: ...!

Carla: Laito. Bring her here at once.

Laito: ...

Carla: What is the matter? Do not tell me that you cannot hand her over?

Laito: ...Yeah, I know.

One second, okay? I’ll explain the situation and then bring her here.

ー The scene shifts back to Laito’s room

Yui: ( I wonder what Carla-san wanted to talk about? )

( The only thing I can think of would be...the case around the Supreme Overlord and Eve...? )

( I won’t get pulled away from Laito-kun, right? )

...No, I’ll stop coming up with worst-case scenarios.

Haah...It’s no use. When I’m all alone, my mind drifts to bad places.

I’ve been stuck in here forever, so my spirit is obviously pretty low. 

It’d be a whole different story if I could at least step outside of this room...

*Cling* 

Yui: But I can’t as long as this chain’s here...

Hm...?

*Cling* 

Yui: ( Things seem awfully noisy inside the manor? Did something happen? Did Subaru-kun get into a fight or somethingーー? )

( ーー No. It’s the sound of clashing swords...W-Why!? )

ー Laito bursts into the room

*Thud* 

Laito: Bitch-chan!

Yui: Laito-kun? Why are you in such a hurry? Did something happen at the manor...?

Laito: Give me your hand!

Yui: Eh? S-Sure...

*Cling* 

Yui: ( Eh? ...Why is he removing the chain? Up till now, he absolutely refused do so no matter how many times I asked... )

Hey, something is going on out there, right...?

Laito: I left everyone’s prisons wide open. 

With Ayato-kun and the others going ham inside the manor, everyone’s in a big frenzy!

Yui: Eeh!? Why would you do that...?

Also, if Ayato-kun and the others are going rampant, then the people from this house are...

Laito: They’ve got their hands full simply fighting them off. Now’s our chance to run.

Yui: Run...?

( What is he talking about? I thought he was satisfied with his life here...? )

Laito: ...I thought this day would eventually come.

But honestly, I didn’t expect it to be so soon, I miscalculated.

Yui: What happened during your conversation with Carla-san? 

Laito: He is done waiting and asked me to hand you over to him.

Yui: ...! Then, I...

Laito: Exactly. You’ll be put under his supervision. 

One wrong move and he’ll lock you away for the rest of your life. I’m sure he’d suck your blood as well. 

Yui: N...No way...

Laito: That’s why we’re making a run for it!

*Cling* 

Laito: ...Okay, they’re loose. Come on, grab onto me!

ー Laito lifts her into his arms

Yui: Kyaah!

W-Where are we running to!? Besides, if we get caughtーー 

Laito: Everyone at the manor is completely distracted by the commotion caused by the prisoners’ outbreak. If we escape through the window, nobody will notice.

We have to make use of this situation to run!

ー He jumps through the window

*Thud*

Yui: Kyaah!!

Monologue

With the sound of clashing swords and roaring voices echoing in the background,

I escaped through the window,

as Laito-kun carried me in his arms.

I could feel my head spin,

from a combination of confusion and anxiety.

Even so, the feeling of the cold breeze,

which I had not felt in so long,

slowly eased the panic inside of me. 

And above all, 

the feeling of Laito-kun’s arms,

wrapped tightly around me as we ran,

gradually sparked a sense of joy inside of me. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) いじらしい (ijirashii) can have many different meanings, ranging from ‘pitiful’ to ‘innocent’ or even ‘lovable.’

[my-castles-crumbling]

alr so i have really bad social anxiety but it comes and goes depending on the situation

i’ve been needing to get the oil changed in my car for a little bit and my mom said she’d do it for me because she knows it makes me nervous and she’s always done it

well today i took my car and my dash lit up saying it needed to be done ASAP so i had to go do it by myself after work (where i had a really long and stressful day) and i called my mom crying bc i was super anxious. on top of that its raining and i don’t have my glasses with me so i can’t see anything while driving and i really just wanted some reassurance from my mom who has always understood

so i called all she did was yell at me for “being immature” and then hung up. i could hear my dad in the background complaining about me bc she had me on speaker and i know that’s why she was being mean bc she always matches him in front of people but switches up when she’s alone

then she starts texting me immediately after, being all reassuring and stuff and at this point i’m already talking to the guy at the place so i ignore her when she calls but pick up when she tries again and she’s immediately mad saying “i was calling to help u and i was being nice. dad was gonna talk to the guy for u but now ur being a bitch” and she hung up again

so yeah now i’m sitting in my car getting an oil change and trying (and failing) not to cry in front of these men but they gave me a voucher for a free car wash bc i think they heard what she said

now there’s mascara tear stains on my work shirt and mom wants me to pick up a pizza

just a rant ig

Hi hon!

I'm so sorry that your parents weren't supportive. That's so frustrating. And honestly, car things are SO anxiety-provoking for so many people, because it's like...I know nothing about cars so I get so nervous about being taken advantage of. Good for you for getting your car taken care of and facing that anxiety.

Remember, whether or not your parents support you, I am SO proud of you for dealing with that anxiety! I know it's hard!

Naming you car anon in case you wanna write again!

[munson-blurbs]

Clueless (Part II)

Requested by @faithsreades! Please read Part I before reading this one.

Warnings: none, really. Language, lots of fluff.

WC: 1.4k

Eddie and Reader go on their first date, and Eddie is desperate to impress his longtime crush. 

--

It’s Friday, the night of your date with Eddie. You’d decided on Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. He’s picking you up at your house and you’ll grab pizza before the movie. Nancy’s over, helping you get ready.

“What do you think?” you ask, holding up the same crop top in light pink and in lavender. “Which goes best with the jeans?”

Nancy taps her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm. I’d go with the pink.” she says finally.

You throw the pink shirt onto the bed triumphantly. You’d been crushing on Eddie forever, but you didn’t think he’d ever go for a shy bookworm like you. You and Nancy squealed together after he’d asked you out.

Nancy teased your hair a bit, helped apply some makeup, and your look was complete. Right on time, the doorbell rings.

~

Eddie waits at the door, pacing quietly and biting his thumbnail. He thinks about everything he talked about with Hellfire Club before the date.

“Okay, let’s review,” Dustin said, clearly enjoying being more knowledgable than Eddie. “What do you say when you see her?”

“Tell her she looks beautiful,” Eddie answered proudly. 

“Good,” responded Lucas. “What do you do when you get to your van?”

“Open her door and close it for her.”

Max smiled at that. “I can’t believe you’ve never been on a date before!”

“Believe it, Red. Unless you count post-gig hookups as a date.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Too much information.”

He’s snapped out of his memories when the door opens  You’re standing there, gorgeous as always. You’re wearing a little more makeup than you do to school, but it looks so natural. Eddie wants to take your face in his hands and kiss you right then and there.

“Wow, Y/N, you look...wow,” he breathes. “I mean, y-you look beautiful.”

You blush slightly and smile. “You look really nice, too. I didn’t know you owned shirts that weren’t Hellfire or Metallica.”

“Hey now, I also wear my Corroded Coffin merch. Shameless self-promotion.”

Do I take her hand and walk her to the car? Dustin didn’t tell me about this part! he thinks nervously, but you’re already walking to the van, so he just follows behind. He does remember to open your door for you and you hop in and say, “Didn’t realize you were such a gentleman. I never picked up on that from your lunchroom speeches.”

He grins at that, realizing that you notice him. He starts the car, driving carefully because the roads are slick from an earlier downpour today and also, he’s got precious cargo.

~

“What do you like to listen to?” he asks and gestures to the radio. 

“Oh, I’m not picky. Anything but country, honestly.” You flip through his cassette collection until you get to Black Sabbath. “War Pigs” blasts through the van and you nod along to the beat.

“Ozzy fan?” Eddie sounds surprised.

You shrug. “Kind of. I really like this song, though. Fuck war and all these stupid politicians and their bullshit fighting.” You take a deep breath and feel yourself flush. “Sorry, I just get really passionate about that stuff,” you mumble.

“Nah, it’s cool. And I agree. Fuck war and those politicians!” He lifts an imaginary glass to toast.

It’s a long song, and you’re at the pizza parlor just as it ends. “Perfect timing,” you say and jump out of the van before he can run around to open the door. Oh, well.

~

The restaurant is packed. Eddie bites his lower lip nervously. What if you don’t want to be seen on a date with him? He’s about to suggest you eat somewhere else, but you grab his hand and pull him to the counter. He laces his fingers into yours and relaxes. She’s not ashamed to be with me.

You get two mushroom slices and he gets two pepperoni and a plain cheese. You duck into a booth towards the back of the restaurant and smile.

“Is half of Hawkins here tonight?” you joke, biting into a slice.

“Yeah, that’s why I picked it. So I could show off that I got a date with you.” He’s blushing, not believing that he said something so smooth.

You roll your eyes teasingly. 

Eddie’s desperate to keep up a conversation, so he launches right in with questions. “D-do you like to read? For fun?” So much for smooth, Munson.

But you nod, taking a sip of your soda. “I love to read. I’m, like, a big old nerdy bookworm.”

“Me, too. I love fantasy stuff. Lord of the Rings and all that.”

“I haven’t read that,” you admit, and he jaw drops. “What? I’m more into mysteries and thrillers. Like Stephen King stuff.”

He shakes his head disapprovingly. “Next time, I’m bringing you my copy and you’re going to read it.” He realizes that he’s assuming there will be a next time, and he worries he’s being too presumptuous. 

You either don’t notice or also assume there will be a next time, because you reply, “Deal. And I’ll bring a copy of Carrie for you.” You extend your hand out for him to shake, and he does, but he follows it up with a kiss to the back of your hand.

“To seal the deal.” he says shyly.

~

After dinner, you head over to the movies. There’s a crowd of people outside the theatre, and they look angry.

“Wait here,” Eddie says as he jumps out. There’s a crudely written sign in the window: “CLOSED DUE TO FLOODING.”

“Dammit!” he swears under his breath as he makes his way back to the car. “The place is flooded, probably from the storm,” he explains to you. His voice is thick with disappointment. “I really don’t want to take you back home yet, though. Maybe we can just drive around and talk.”

“We could,” you think, and you get a brilliant idea--or at least you hope it’s brilliant, “or, I have another idea.”

Eddie cocks an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“We need to go to Family Video,” you say. 

He doesn’t question you. “Aye-aye, captain.” 

You giggle in response.

~

You have him wait in the car as you run into Family Video, heading straight for the comedies. You snag the last copy of The Breakfast Club and make your way to the register where you grab bags of M&Ms, Sour Patch Kids, and some microwave popcorn.

“Back to my place?” you ask. Your parents won’t be home, but you don’t say anything so he doesn’t get the wrong idea.

“You gonna tell me what’s in the bag?” he asks as he drives off.

“Could be the next part of our date. Could be a severed head,” you tease. “You never know.”

“I think you’ve been reading too many Stephen King books, darlin’.” He grins.

“No such thing as too many.”

“Fair enough.”

~

You pull up to your house ten minutes later, head still buzzing from the sound of Ozzy reverberating throughout the van. You unlock the door and let him in.

Rifling through the bag, you toss him the box of popcorn. “Throw a bag in the microwave for me while I get set up over here?” you ask, and he does as he’s told. The smell of butter wafts through the house.

You walk over to the kitchen and grab bowls, dumping the popcorn and candy into each one. Eddie follows you back into the living room, where the movie is paused and the lights are down. 

“Now we have our own little movie theatre!” you exclaim excitedly. You popped a piece of popcorn into your mouth and started the movie.

Eddie just stares at you, awestruck. If it was up to him, he’d still be driving around Hawkins, trying to fill the time with anything to keep you around. And you had single-handedly saved the date without a second thought.

Nervously, he puts his arm over your shoulders, careful not to mess up your hair. You take his hand that grazes your upper arm and hold it in your own, resting your head on his shoulder. He smells like cologne and cigarettes, and you nuzzle in closer.

Looking down, Eddie catches your eye and smiles. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, holding you a little closer.

Best. Date. Ever.

--

Part III? Yes? No? How do we feel about following Eddie & Reader through their relationship?

[miamochi-writes]

Daycare Snacks Part 2 Vash AU

Hi everyone! Miamochi here! Here is part 2 of my series :)

“You didn’t hear?” Liz told you.

“No what?” you asked.

“Well... Zac’s father came to pick up Zac instead of his mom. And I didn’t catch all the details but I heard the dad scold at Vash. Something about how he handles things, but I honestly couldn’t make out anything else. I just know it was really bad the way Zac looked away and Vash looking uncomfortable,” Liz explained as you couldn’t believe what you heard. No wonder Vash and Zac were acting strange earlier. 

“But remember, you didn’t hear this from me y/n. Understand? We really aren’t supposed to be involved, unless Vash or Zac says something. Sometimes it isn’t good to get into other people’s business,” Liz added as she packed away her things. You couldn’t help but clutch your bag, hoping that Vash and Zac would be okay tomorrow.

~The Next Day~

It was your turn to open the daycare. You finished sipping your morning beverage and put on your apron ready to say good morning to your coworkers and toddlers.

Soon the kids started piling inside as their parents dropped them off.

The last one being Zac and he was accompanied by the same man yesterday.

“Good morning Zac!” you called out as the little boy looked up at you.

“Good morning y/n” he answered but instead of giving you his usually fist bump he bowed in front of you. That was new.

“I’ll pick you up when I can son. And my, my I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Zac’s father,” he said to you with his hand reaching out for a handshake.

“I’m y/n, I’m one of the new daycare assistants here. Nice to meet you,” you introduced yourself as you shook his hand.

“The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure my son is in good hands with someone organized like you unlike that clutz,” Zac’s dad added. 

‘Clutz? Does he mean Vash?’ you thought.

“I’m sorry?” you asked as Zac looked down.

“Oh don’t worry your precious head dear. Just take care of my son. I’ll pick him up same time like last time,” the father said as he turned around to walk away with a smirk. Your stomach turned from what you just heard as Zac went to go put his stuff away.

Right when you were about to begin, Vash entered through the entrance as the kids gave a loud “Good Morning Vash!”

Vash turned to look over and flashed a small at the kids, only it was the same smile he gave you last time. That weird empty one.

“Hi kids! Running a little late, but I’ll be right with you!” Vash said as he went to go change in the lounge.

Throughout the day Vash wasn’t his usual cheery self. It was almost like he was distancing himself with the kids. He wasn’t cracking his usual jokes or the puns you grew to like. Plus, it seemed as if he was trying to keep himself busy with the other staff and only help out with the kids when necessary. You thought back to what Liz told you about not getting involved, but today just felt wrong when you talked to Zac’s dad. You figured you’d talk to Vash later.

Right when it was nap time, you made sure all kids were tucked into their little blankets and pillows. Nap time meant it was your lunch time, and Liz’s turn to watch over the kids since she helps with prepping the activities. You walked into the employee lounge and saw that familiar blonde hair eating his lunch at the table.

“Mind if I join you?” you asked him.

“Sure, how can I say no to you?” Vash said as he pulled up a chair next to him.

You liked how Vash was always kind to you since the first day you started working here. You were a bit shy at first, but he was the first to make you feel included when you had lunch your first day. His bubbly personality and the way he talked to you made you feel comfortable to start talking to him more. But today, you could tell something was off and prepped yourself on asking.

“You’re too sweet Vash, thanks,” you told him as you sat next to him while pulling out your homemade lunch. You noticed he hardly took a couple of bites from his lunch, which he usually is the first to eat everything he has.

“Everything okay Vash? I never took you as someone running late this morning,” you asked before taking a bite of your lunch.

“Oh yeah, something came up, but it’s no big deal y/n,” he replied as he picked at his lunch.

“Um, Vash I heard something weird this morning,” you added as you looked at him. He halted but didn’t look at you.

“I met Zac’s dad and he made a weird comment while we were introducing ourselves,” you continued and you noticed Vash’s eyes widen.

“...What did he say?” he asked hesitantly.

“He said he trusts me to take care of Zac unlike a certain clutz,” you continued. Vash held his breath and you furrowed your brows in worry.

“So there is something wrong,” you replied.

“Y/n, it’s okay. I’m fine really,” Vash said as he tried getting up.

“Vash wait!” you said as you grabbed his shoulder.

“I know you’re not fine. Just please, talk to me. What happened yesterday?” you begged.

Vash looked at you with guilt in his eyes and walked towards you. He sighed and was about to reach out to you, but retracted his hand.

“I appreciate it y/n, but I don’t want to burden you with my problems. Let’s just forget this happened. Now, I gotta go, my lunch is almost over,” Vash said.

Before you can even get the last word, he ran out from the lounge. Your heart ached at what he said. But you knew there was more to what happened yesterday. If Vash wasn’t going to tell you, then your next best was Zac.

You finished up whatever you could of your lunch with the little appetite you had. Liz already woke up the kids and was getting them ready for play time. You escorted the kids outside while Vash was in charge of setting up the table and snacks for the kids later. Now was your chance. You looked for your familiar rowdy boy, and spotted him sitting by the swings by himself and not with his friends.

“Hey Zac, mind if I join you?” you asked as he looked at you.

“You sure? Other kids are having more fun,” he said.

“Of course, besides I rather hang with my favorite toddler you said while tickling him as he laughed.

“Okay, but only because you’re one of my favorites,” he said shyly as you sat on the swing next to him.

“How come you’re not with your friends today?” you asked.

“I didn’t really feel like it,” Zac said as he looked down.

“Is it because of this morning?” you asked him as he shook his head.

“No...well kinda. More like yesterday,” Zac admitted.

“Zac, you know you can tell me anything right? I’m always here to help if you let me,” you told him as he looked at you.

“You pinky promise you won’t tell anyone y/n?” he asked as he extended his little pinky to you.

“I promise Zac, cross my heart,” you said as you did the motion.

“So...Mommy was supposed to pick me up, but I was surprised when Daddy showed up. I was really happy to see him, but he said some mean things,” Zac began.

“Mean things about who?” you asked.

“About Vash. I told Daddy about how cool Vash’s arm is and I wanted him to see it. When Daddy picked me up, he said I shouldn’t hang around someone like him. Daddy says he’s clumsy and irresponsible and that’s why his arm is like that so he doesn’t want me to end up being like him. But I really like Vash! And I didn’t like what Daddy said, but I didn’t know what to do. I feel like it’s my fault,” Zac explained as you couldn’t believe what you just heard.  

You didn’t realize your knuckles turned white from how hard you were clenching. It all made sense why Vash was acting the way he was. Zac’s dad had no idea how much Vash has done for the kids, especially for Zac. If anything Vash was the most responsible out of everyone. He practically knows everyone’s likes, dislikes, allergies, and favorite food. Heck, he even knows the parent’s phone numbers in case something happens. You took a deep breathe and looked at Zac.

“Hey, it’s not your fault Zac. You were just telling your dad how much fun it is being with Vash right?” you told him.

“Right, but now Vash has been acting weird too,” Zac added.

“I know, but what if we can fix that?” you added as Zac looked at you.

“How?” he asked. 

“Well, I have an idea. Just leave it to me. But if anything, Zac, you’ve helped me more than you know,” you told him as Zac smiled and gave you a hug.

~*~

Once play time was almost over, you went up to your coworkers about your little plan. You needed all the help you could get from them to help cheer up Vash and make a point to Zac’s dad. You wanted to make it happen by the end of the week, and they all agreed it was doable. 

“Whatever you need y/n, we’ll make it happen!” Liz said as the other nodded.

“Thanks everyone! I’ll keep Vash distracted, and remember he can’t know until the day of,” you said as everyone agreed. Liz and the other workers made a few calls to the parents before they went to go pick up the kids for the next couple of days. Heck, Liz was even pulling a few strings to get some necessary decorations in before the big day. Meanwhile, you made sure you kept Vash occupied for the next couple of days whenever your coworkers were working behind the scenes. It was difficult with how Vash wasn’t his usual self, especially when Zac’s dad came to the daycare. But you made sure everything was going according to plan. You were especially sneaky when telling the kids since they were crucial for this plan.

“You all need to pinky promise me you can’t say anything until it happens okay?” you told the kids.

“We pinky promise!” they whispered and giggled as you handed them a few extra snacks before Vash came into the room. 

“Hey what’s going on here?” Vash asked them as he stood next to you.

“Nothing,” the girls replied cheekily while the boys had their lips sealed shaking their heads.

Vash didn’t believe it, but you put your hand on his shoulder. You didn’t catch Vash’s little blush as the girls smirked.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a new game they’re playing. Losing team has to do everything the winning team says if they spill the secret,” you explained as the kids nodded and ran off.

“Oh Vash, that reminds me. Liz says we’re getting more snacks Friday. I know I’m in charge of opening, but I need your help on carrying them inside, especially since we order them in bulk. Can you help me do that please?” you asked as you put your hands together with your best smile.

“Hmmmm, I don’t know,” Vash said as he was still skeptical.

“I promise I’ll get you fresh donuts for the morning if you help me,” you chimed.

“You drive a hard bargain y/n, but it’s a deal. I’ll see you tomorrow morning with those donuts,” Vash said as he did finger guns and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“7 o’clock okay! No later than that!” you told him as he nodded.

‘It’s all coming together,’ you said to yourself.

~Friday Morning~

You had a bag of donuts as promised for your blond coworker and made your way to the daycare. You messaged Liz and your other coworkers that you ready on your end, while they were too. All you needed was Vash. As you walked up to the daycare, you saw him with those orange shades of his. You waved as he spotted you.

“Morning Vash!” you chimed.

“Morning y/n, are those donuts I see?” he asked.

“Yes! As promised, BUT you need to help me remember,” you reminded him as he tried reaching for the box but held it away from him.

“Right, so where’s the snacks?” Vash asked.

“Yes, but first,” you started and you reached for his wrists and held on to them as Vash immediately turned red.

“y/n, what are you-” he wanted to ask but you cut him off.

“Do you trust me...like how I trusted you when I first started working here?” you asked Vash as you gave him a little squeeze.

“y-yeah, but why?” he inquired.

“Just, please trust me on this. It’ll all make sense once I show you,” you answered with your best puppy dog eyes.

Vash looked away as you noticed him turning red while you felt yourself getting a little hot as well.

“Okay, okay, just stop with that look. My heart,” he muttered the last part to himself as you let go not quite catching it.

“Okay, so I need you to put this on. You can’t take it off unless I say so,” you told him as you pulled out one of your bandanas.

“Wait what?” Vash questioned.

“Trust me please!” you retorted with a small pout as Vash looked away again as he was starting to get flustered with your expressions.

“Okay, okay,” Vash agreed as he kneeled down and you tied the bandana around his eyes. You didn’t realize how soft his hair was, or just how pretty he was up close. You started getting a little warm and shook your head just thinking about what you just thought. You checked the blindfold to make sure he wasn’t able to see.

“You promise you can’t see anything?” you ask him.

“I promise, but can you tell me what is going on y/n?” Vash begged.

“Trust the process. It’ll make sense once we get there. I’ll lead you, and I promise I won’t let anything happen to you” you told him as you grabbed his hand once more and started guiding him.

Vash’s blush made itself apparent on his cheeks and silently thanking that you weren’t looking at him.

You both walked a bit further, occasionally checking that Vash wasn’t stumbling behind you until you stopped at the play ground. Everything was ready as you looked at Vash.

“Okay, we’re here. You can take the blindfold off,” you said as you let go of his hand.

Vash did as you told, wondering what you were hiding.

“SURPRISE!” a chorus of voices yelled out

Vash jumped back as he rubbed his eyes, wondering if this was real or not.

“What’s going on?” Vash asked as he looked at you while you flashed him a smile.

Okay, everyone I’m going to end it here for now. I’m sorry this is long! But I promise the next part will have more fluff! :) Let me know what you think! I’ll try to post the next part as soon as I can! 

@marydragneell​

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How Curiosity Kills by AHAPERSONN

“So, what exactly are we doing here?” Jake asked, looking around the abandoned building he and his friend were walking through. He tried to put on a brave face but it was obvious he was scared. Especially to Penny. She had the looks and name to make you think she was nice, but she could be really mean when she wanted to. And today, she wanted to. “Oh, come on scaredy-cat. We’re just gonna mess this place up and get some extra cash out of it. What’s the worst that could happen?” Her tone was the most mocking thing Jake had ever heard. They searched around a bit until they found a boarded up room. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Jake said, knowing it was a bad idea. But, they went along with it anyway. They opened and Penny immediately stumbled back in fear and disgust. It wasn’t until she was completely out of the room that Josh saw it. The body was so badly damaged that Jake almost threw up at the sight of it. The blood was so bad and the gore… he couldn’t stand it. There was only one thing on his mind at that moment. How did it get there? Who was responsible for such a horrible thing? 

Puppets. Of course the only interesting thing in town was a dumb puppet show every Saturday. Mara had used to love them. But now they were too childish. Now, if it was actual puppets then maybe she would give it a try, but no. It was those stupid little hand puppets that couldn’t do more than move their arms and head around. And of course she always had to take her younger brother, Sammy, to that stupid place. It didn’t help that the only puppet they bothered to give any details to was deemed “too scary” or something like that. Apparently it was part of a totally separate crew of animals that never saw the light of day. Mara was curious about it, she always was. It was honestly a problem. She always dug herself into places she shouldn’t be out of pure curiosity. But she didn’t have time to think. The show was about to start. 

“Hello everyone! Welcome to the show! Let us begin!” The announcer called out to the audience, causing them to go silent. Mara just rolled her eyes and ignored the dumb adventure to find some dumb household item in plain sight. But as she looked around something interesting finally did call her attention. A door. A door so hidden that it was almost impossible to see. But she did see it. And that curiosity kicked back in. But as she was about to investigate she heard one of the characters. “Well you should never get into places you aren’t supposed to be in.” She knew it was just coincidental, but it was right. She really shouldn’t. 

“That was amazing!” Sammy said as they walked out the unnecessarily big building. “Yeah, it sure was.” Mara said, the sarcasm obviously flying over Sammy’s head. Oh, how great it was to be so oblivious. The walk home was annoying with Sammy always pointing out “interesting” stuff. It was just stupid. But, after what felt like an eternity, they were home. 

“Hey sweeties. How was your day?” Mara’ mom asked, her voice sounded like she hadn’t slept in days. “It was fine.” Mara said, walking past her and to her room. She sat on her bed and pulled out her phone to watch whatever she could to ignore life. 

Then, one day she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She needed to know what was behind the door. So she snuck off, avoiding the people’s view, and finally got to the door. She would finally get to see what was back there. It was underwhelming.

Of course it was. Of course. It was always the worst. She turned the knob to leave. It wouldn’t budge. Why wouldn’t it open? Then she heard shuffling behind her. She spun around and saw it. At the end of the surprisingly big room stood a large red cat, lazily stitched together with black, void, haunting button eyes. And teeth. Sharp, sharp teeth. Then it moved. Then it moved again. Closer and closer. It’s smile sent chills down her spine. 

She started banging on the door, hoping to get someone’s attention, anyone’s attention. But nobody could hear her. Nobody came. Nobody helped. Curiosity. They always said curiosity killed the cat. But now, the cat was going to kill her.

“It’s just a coincidence.” The announcer said to the officer. “We don’t know the whereabouts of the kid, and we don’t have anything to do with this tragic disappearance. There are plenty of other things that could happen to a teen like that. Maybe she ran away, or someone kidnapped her. But I can indeed confirm that we didn’t do anything with her.” Lies. It was all just lies upon lies. And Susie was going to get to the bottom of it. No matter how much it hurt her, no matter if it killed her. She had to. And she knew it was something else. Something paranormal. So she was going to figure it out. Even if she died trying.