#tomorrow's the last day and I wanna participate some more

[chaotic-mystery]

Pairing: Ezra (pre movie) x afab!reader

Summary: You need more from Ezra, but how much more can you take?

Content Warnings: smut- 18+ ONLY! MDNI. dirty talk, p in v sex, slight f oral if you blink you'll miss it, breast play, use of rope, bondage explored a little, biting, choking, condescending Ezra, sloppy kithes, fingering, mulitple orgasms, overstimulation, crying but Ezra licks your tears up, animalistic undertones perhaps, thigh biting, mentions of your neck bleeding a little but don't panic, cream pie, cockwarming, degrading undertones, praise, pet names (good girl, gem, honey, sir) I think that's everything but tell me if I've missed one.

Authors Note: Hello, sluts! buckle up, this is my submission for @iamasaddie 's writing challenge! I got #24 - Overstim w Ezra. Now I'm gonna be so real, Ezra was fucking terrifying to write for. I love a good challenge though, so here we go! Hope you enjoy & make sure to read everyone else's work who participated! Quick shoutout to my beta's for helping with the looks and contents ( @pedgito & @beskarandblasters ) along with all my hens who held my hand through this. I love you. wc: 2kish dividers by the talented @saradika-graphics !

“Ezra please, c’mon I wanna play some more, please?” You begged, tugging his hand to come lay back down in the cot. 

He’d just finished fucking you and you needed more, you craved more. 

“Sweetheart, I need to sleep, we’ve got a tremendous trip ahead of us tomorrow.” 

You groaned aloud causing him to turn around with a raised eyebrow. Normally attitude wasn’t the first thing you gave to Ezra when you were in a particular mood, but considering how desperate you were for him and all the teasing he had done throughout the day, did he really think only one round was going to suffice?

“There something you need to say to me, little one?” Ezra stands up over the small bed, fingertips dancing over your slightly sweaty skin, trailing up your thigh just above your knee. 

Leaning up on your elbows, you look up at him through your eyelashes and bite your lip. “It’s just, you’ve done nothing but mess with me all day and touch me at the most inopportune times, how can I not want more from you? You drive me crazy.”

It would just be easy for you to dip his hand down and relieve yourself with his fingers inside you, but where was the fun in that? Though you two have explored using each other for your selfish needs, that wasn’t what you wanted from him, not this time. You wanted him to ravage you, to eat you alive and savor the last bite. 

“Tell me what you want, sweet girl. Perhaps I can find it in me to satisfy what you’re needing, but under my conditions.” 

The glimmer from the lantern hanging from the top of the tent catches his eye, showing you the true darkness coming over him. Like a lion looking at its lamb prey, Ezra licks his lips and kneels down beside you on the bed, fingers still dragging ever so slowly on your thigh. Every creak of the cot shifting under the weight of you two makes your breath catch. The anticipation was insufferable and Ezra knew it. He knew it was absolute torture for you to lay there in silence as he thought about his conditions he was going to share with you.

“I’ll indulge in this moment of weakness with you, but in return you will keep your angelic voice down to a low roar, almost as silent as the unknown out there in The Green. Whatever I choose to do is my concern, but feel free to relentlessly use your safe word as you see fit, yes?”

You nod in response which causes Ezra to tut at you. 

“It’s almost too easy to take away your power to speak but I need you to say the word. Say it.” Ezra demands in a low tone, right next to your ear before he licks a small section of your cheek. 

“Yes, I understand, sir.” That always got him alive and feral. Sir. His hand moves to the apex of your thighs and rubs slowly, toying with the aching clit under his fingertips. Your mouth falls agape and already you want to moan out his name like your personal hail mary but this was just the beginning. 

“Sit up for a second, sweetheart.” 

Ezra grabs your arm with his freehand and lifts you forward just enough to get you up and he slinks down behind you on the cot, his back resting against one of the support beams he just finished digging into the ground earlier today. Your skin sticks to his chest as he grabs your shoulders to guide you back down on him, his hand once more making his way between your thighs. 

“You are such a beautiful little thing when you squirm around in my arms like that, I must admit.You should really keep still though if you wish not to have your wrists tied to this beam behind me.” 

His fingers dance around your soaking wet clit, halting any moans you may have and causing them to die in your throat before he tells you you’re being too loud. The burning feeling started in your lower tummy once more and Ezra could feel you tense up, your hips beginning to roll against his touch. Taking note, it was as if a switch flipped and as soon as your eyes rolled back, his freehand comes up your side and pinches your nipple roughly as he bites your neck, layering kisses in between a few times. 

“F-fuck, Sir, please don’t stop-p. Oh m-yy-” You croak out and arch your back off of his chest as his index and middle finger dip into your entrance. A pleased hum erupts from Ezra as he pumps back and forth inside of you. 

“Yes, just like that, baby. Soak my fingers, come on. Atta girl.” His chanting in the crook of your neck was making your back arch deeper with euphoria, whimpering with every dip of his finger hitting your g-spot. 

Ezra was getting you to the edge a lot faster than you anticipated but you weren’t complaining. His fingers toy around your nipple before pinching it once more, your clit thumping against the pad of his finger just anxious to come. 

Your knees jerked to close shut as Ezra cooed in your ear to come for him but he wouldn’t allow them to meet in the middle, to let you take away his enjoyment watching you come unraveled. The smirk plastered over his mouth was loud and clear in his words, only making you want to tip over the edge more. 

“Ezra please, please right there, right-“ you shriek out before his calloused hand that was cupping your breast, comes up to your mouth and squeezes harshly. 

“That feel fulfilling enough to you, gem?” Ezra nibbles on your ear as he groans, making a mess of your cum and rubbing it all throughout your folds. 

“No, that would be fanatical of me to think so little of you, wouldn’t it? Of course you need more.”

Before you’re able to pull his hand away from your mouth, Ezra’s fingers dip inside you once more while his grip on your face loosens, only grab the back of your neck and turn your head towards him, resting along his collarbone comfortably. Crying out his name and begging him to grant you just a second to catch your breath, he squeezes your neck in response and kisses the side of your face messily. 

“No no no no, I believe you didn’t listen to me when I spoke about my conditions. I told you what was to come if you wanted this, and by golly, you did not hesitate to agree, do you recall? Or are you so fucked out of that pretty little mind?” He rasps out before tugging you tighter against him. 

He’d stolen every single last breath from you and any shot you had at speaking. Pussy throbbing, begging to get stuffed, you whine aloud and buck into his hand more. 

Ezra rips his hand away from your dripping hole and slips out from behind you, reaching in his bag for something while you rub your thighs trying to imitate a sliver of what he made you feel. 

Nothing came close to it. 

The frayed rope comes into your view and his devilish smile flashes quickly at you before he starts to tie your wrists together, then to the beam. Licking his lips when he sees how much you squirm and need him back, Ezra holds your face gently before moving to your throat, squeezing just enough to show you he’s there. 

“You are the best one yet, I give you that. Using every last bit of mighty force in that body to keep me happy.” He gets between your legs, sloppy wet kisses trailed down the valley of your breasts and abdomen until he got where you needed him again. The sting in your flesh from his teeth shoots your eyes open and down to him where he was content with nipping at your inner thighs before he really gets to the fun. 

After this you’d have enough anticipation to last a year, maybe more. The black sweaty locks tangle under your grasp on them, eliciting a guttural moan from Ezra. 

“You smell so sweet, you make it hard for a man such as myself to behave.” A flattened tongue presses against your clit and licks forward and back down, the vibration from his groan tickling you softly. 

“Especially when you request things of this nature from me.” 

“I- I need you inside me, Ezra please. Please, I'm begging.” 

He laughs against your clit and looks at you. 

“I know you are, gem, how pathetic, isn’t it?” 

Kneeling between your legs, Ezra grabs onto the tops of your thighs and yanks you closer, the rope tightening around your skin. That’ll probably bruise later, who cares. 

“Would you be a good girl for me and rub your pretty little clit for me, sweet girl? Can you do that for me? Oh wait- you can’t.”

Hearing the condescending tone in his words turns you on even more and with his rough hands squeezing your plush thighs, groaning with every thrust inside you, your mind was in another dimension. Toying with your clit while you try to whine out his name was a new favorite sight for him and he was definitely going to remember this later.

Yet, the fire burning in your tummy from earlier didn’t die down at all. Clawing at his tummy with your freehand, Ezra grunted your name and pounded into you harder. 

“Don’t tell me you’re about to come again. Take it, take it, take my cock so deep like I know you can. Be a good girl, come on.” 

His thumb meets your sensitive bud and rubs circles on your clit way faster than you would’ve. Writhing and gasping for air causes him to keep your legs spread as you once more come under his doing. 

“Again. Come on.” He demands and keeps running despite your squeaks you can’t barely get out. 

“What’s wrong, honey? Is that too much for your pretty little pussy? You can handle it, come on, one more.” 

The tears pricked the corners of your eyes and Ezra leans down, licking them up with your sweat as they drip down your cheek. The animalistic behavior that had taken over him was giving you butterflies in your stomach, maybe even the whole goddamn zoo. 

“I-I- Ez,-fuck-k-k-please-e!” You gasped out and squeezed the rope leading towards your wrists, hoping he’d cut them but that was a stupid thought. 

“Come on, gem. Scream as loud as you please if that’ll make you come harder on me, let me hear that pretty scream you have.” Ezra kisses your neck roughly and bites hard enough to break skin, tasting the metallic liquid on his tongue. 

Your muscles were starting to tighten and cramp up, your mind spinning and the words falling from your mouth before you could even think about them. 

“Just like that, you’re such a good girl for me. The way you squeeze around my cock like that- you’ll make a man go mad. Such pretty sight to watch my cock disappear in that beautiful p-“ 

Before he could grunt out the last of his words your eyes were squeezed shut and seeing stars on the insides of your eyelids. There was never a second you thought your pussy could thump has hard as it was in this moment. 

Ezra’s breath quickens as the squelching from your pussy was sending him over the edge along with your soft jolts from the orgasms hitting you still. 

In a quick moment he was filling you up to the brim with his cum, fucking it as deep as it could go inside you and collapsing on top of you, cock still inside you as he went soft. 

You must’ve been that way for a while before he reached up and untied you, kissing your breasts and nipples slowly. 

“Satisfied, gem?”

[lovezbrownies]

I wanna make a request for Yandere Bully, Lauren if that's alright?

Scenario: every single day, since the reader transferred to her school, they always have very visible injuries on their face and body. (ex: a broken arm in a cast, a leg brace, bruises and swollen eye sockets, broken nose etc.) Reader comes to school with these injuries nearly every day.

Then, it turns out that the reader is part of an underground fight club where the reader fights and gets beaten up every single night because they're poor and need to earn money for their sick mother's treatment.

I am so sorry for the delay! Very very long one ! :3

Lauren's Masterlist + General Masterlist

Synopsis: How would Lauren react to seeing you hurt all the time?

Lauren McCanister x GN!Reader

Warnings: Physical assault, fighting, bullying, isolation, crossing boundaries, stalking, made up illness, usual Lauren activities!, slightly edited!

“Mom, how can I tell the difference between injuries made on purpose and injuries made by accident?”

“Why do you ask, Laurie?”

“Something suspicious has been happening with my darling as of late, constantly comes to school in pain. Various bruises, broken limbs, and random swelling.”

“Hm… Let’s go to the big whiteboard in the lab, the living room whiteboard won’t be enough. Bring your notebook.”

You hiss in pain, trying to sit on your desk as gently as possible to not anger the arm whose bones you’ve broken two days ago at the last fight you attended. Thankfully it was only your arm, had it been your leg you wouldn’t have been able to participate in tomorrow’s fight. The underground society’s rules are twisted, any broken limbs are okay to fight with, even if both your arms are shattered, but if it were your leg? Not a chance would they let you register another fight. You couldn’t care less if you were battered and beaten almost to death, as long as you had enough to pay for your mom’s medical bills for the month. 

Your mother’s been sick for a while, and you’re her only hope to get her better. And even if she was terminally ill with little to no chance that she’d make it into the next year you will make sure that year would be the most fulfilling, joyful, healthy year for her. Your mother’s done so much for you as you’ve grown, sure maybe there’s been a few bumps along the way but there always will be when you have a parent. Either way, you will make sure she’s treated, you will make sure she gets better, and you are sure she will heal and become healthy once more.

Since you’ve changed schools you haven’t exactly been a very social butterfly. Not making any new friends in the new one and neglecting your friends from the old one, far too busy to partake in any friendships. One individual, in particular, hadn’t stopped bothering you, however, harassing and bullying you since you joined the school. Lauren McCanister, the most popular girl in school, a jock, gorgeous, and incredibly smart. She’d chase after you and obsessively harass you until either school was over or when you finally reached your home. Lauren for some unknown reason loved to follow you home, of course, while verbally abusing you along the way.

One very strange thing about your bully is she’s far too worried about your health for her to count as a bully anymore. An everyday occurrence it is, with your broken arm and bruises scattered around your body, she’d cornered you like a Lion, “Fuck’s this? Again? What, you broke your arm when you were cooking and juggling the ingredients but fell down the oil you spilled before that? Fucking likely with how ridiculous your damn stories are, I know these aren’t self-inflicted dickhead, who did this? What’s their name? Do you know them personally? I hope you know you’re m-min- Ugh, you’re my-my um… Whatever! You’re not supposed to be hurt! Get hurt one more time I will find who did it and kill them! Good lord…” 

Excited shouts sound out, and you breathe in and out, today is another fight, and another fight tomorrow, and as many as you can until your mom’s happy and healthy again. It was almost instinct at this point, go on the offensive immediately, get a few strong punches in, go on the defensive then trap your opponent in a death grip before throwing them down to the floor where you then proceed to beat them up until the ref says signals the winner, that is you, that they’ve won. After that is all the stupid celebrations and drinks and whatnot, you prefer to leave before anyone pulls you into a celebratory party. You’d rather take the money you owe tonight and get the hell out of there.

“Hey! Rel, wait!!!” Just as you are about to go to your manager for the cash someone calls out for you. Calling out a nickname only your fellow fighters use, it stood for Relentless Pain which is the name your manager gave you after a few fights. Looking back it was two other fighters who were also under your manager. “Oh sorry, what’s up?” Dick (Dick Crusher) smirked as he and Skull (Super Skull)  neared you.

Leaning into you Dick spoke into your ear, he needed to get close so you can hear him through the crowd, “I didn’t know you had such a hottie for a girlfriend!” Confused, you gave Dick a perplexed look, Skull leaned in to speak in your other ear, “Yeah! Like super super hot! She’s blonde, green eyes, really fucking tall, but in a dominatrix hot way, ya know?” Blonde, green eyes, and tall… Only one person you know of matches that description, and no way in god’s name will you let that evil bitch know you work here, else she’d use this shit against you.

This can’t be real, first, she torments you in your personal life, and now she wants to do the same in your work life? Lauren can eat shit you won’t let her take this away from you, you needed this job, and knowing Lauren she’d do anything to ruin your reputation. You panic, grabbing Dick and Skull’s respective shoulders, “What?! No way! Give someone my spare costume and have them pretend to be me, man! She’s insane! A-A stalker or something!” Panic settles into the duo’s faces as they realize the weight of what you’ve said.

Dick grabbed your hand, rubbing it softly, “We got you man don’t worry, we’ll make sure she never knows you’re here!” Skull follows up while taking off their jacket, “Here, take my jacket, you don’t gotta worry about a thing!” You muttered a soft thanks as you put on the jacket Dick offered, immediately running out of the nightclub the underground fight club is hosted in. You didn’t want to risk a thing, so you ran home, as fast as you could.

“Hey, lady! Here they are! The Relentless Painnn!!” Moron One called out to her, extending the word ‘pain’ as Lauren turns around, finally, you’re here! Finally, she can get an explain to her what you’re doing here, why you’re getting yourself hurt over an- “Who the fuck is this?!” Lauren exclaimed as she took a good look at the wimp claiming to be her darling. They were scrawny, hunched over, and had so little muscle it almost made her laugh.

Moron Two stepped forward, hands raised in the air, “Listen, man, you told me to get my best buddy, the Relentless Pain, and I did! Now, we will-” 

“Shut the fuck up, you absolute buffoon, if you value your life and family I’d suggest you get me MY Relentless Pain, or else I will make sure you will regret the very day you were born you absolutely pathetic piece of TRASH!” Lauren cut Moron Two off as she yells at the two ridiculously dressed nincompoops, the other nincompoop cowering in fear behind them both. Her darling wouldn’t fucking cower in fear! Her darling eats fear for breakfast!

Lauren growled, rolling her sleeves up due to frustration, “I fucking saw them! I saw them on the stage and this wasn’t them! My [Name] isn’t some fucking wimp! My [Name] has a fucking broken arm and this moron doesn-” It then hit her, this wasn’t some stupid mistake, this was all on purpose, to give you the time to run away from her before she can find you. Now she is confused and furious, why would you run away from your girlfriend? And why the hell would you run away from your girlfriend.

Lauren ran out of the dressing room, the two morons calling out to her but she had better priorities than those idiots! She continued to run, bumping into several people until she finally made it out of the nightclub, there wasn’t a single soul out there, except for some person wearing a hoodie, and walking away from the club, but Lauren was sure it couldn’t be you. You were wearing your fighting clothes, not a hoodie and shorts, but then again… Moron One had a jacket on when she first met them, but when they came back they didn’t have it on…

Was that damn bastard trying to hide you away from her? Fucking idiot won’t know what’s coming, but now she has to deal with you. Lauren calls out to you, she needs you. “Hey! You! Come back here!” She yells out at you, as you look back at her slightly, you face still hidden, and suddenly… The figure books it, running faster than she’s ever seen you run! 

You couldn’t be stupid enough to run away from her right? You know how fast she can run, don’t you? Cause this little act is going to give you more trouble later on, that’s for damn sure. Lauren scoffs and starts running after you, this chase reminds her of the predator and prey dynamic, especially with how much you’ve been looking back as she nears you. It… It turned her on… Sure, she felt a little shameful, but she’s a sadistic bastard, Predator-Prey dynamics are her bread and butter!

With lust on her side, she caught up to you pretty easily, grabbing your arm and stopping fully, pulling you back into her, laying your head on her chest… Except it wasn’t you, it was some… weirdo! ”Ew!!!” Lauren exclaimed, sick to her stomach over the fact she let some rando touch her. The weirdo stuttered out a few words, “I-I-I’m s-so sorry!! I’ll p-pay the-the bill I swear!” They shuffled around their jacket pockets, quickly taking out their wallet and handing it to Lauren. Which the lady then proceeded to push him to the ground and stomp back to her car, beyond furious over tonight’s events.

Maybe she was wrong, maybe you didn’t work at the club… No, hell no. McCanisters are never fucking wrong, and she will get it out of you one way or another.

Another day, another fight. It’s been two days since the Lauren incident, and surprisingly she hasn’t brought it up at all, maybe she wasn’t there, maybe it was some other hot tall blond! But you couldn’t think of any other person who’d claim they’re your girlfriend that looks like her, whatever, as long as she doesn’t ruin your career you couldn’t give more of a shit anymore. You spent the rest of the day as you usually do, hoping to god that this time she won’t try and catch you in the fighting club.

And of course, god doesn’t listen, as one could see the predatory Lauren had pushed you into an empty classroom, she straddled you and pinned both hands to the floor, careful not to put too much pressure on your broken arm, and before you could try and recover she had used her head to point to the sole desk in the room, where a camera was recording you both. She looked so damn smug you almost wanted to beat the hell out of her for humiliating you like this, for always taking advantage of you, for making you feel miserable any time of day.

“Be careful with what you do to me, darling, there’s a camera recording every single thing, and many more that I hid-” Lauren threatened but you couldn’t sit still and let her do whatever sick thing she wanted to do! You wiggled as hard as you could, managing to get a hand out of her grasp. The moment of hope quickly is stolen away from you as Lauren captures your wrist once again, “God damn it stay fucking still!” She screamed, accidentally spitting on your face, making you wince in disgust you were temporarily distracted and the spit aided in stopping your resistance.

The woman above you panted heavily, the smug smirk that was previously on her face has been replaced by a strong grimace, her hands tight around your own, and her legs tightly pressed against yours. This was bad, horrible. You were at a disadvantage, fight back and you have no life. Lauren’s the town’s princess, and if you dare hit her you will become ruined, fired from both jobs, no money to pay for your mother’s medicine, and no way out of the town with no money and no car.

Then, a strange sound suddenly cuts through the tension. She… Lauren was laughing, wildly even, as if she was reading your very thoughts, as her laughs slowly tuned out she shifted her face closer and closer to yours, noses now touching, her hair covering your peripherals, “Tell me. Why are you always hurt? And don’t lie to me or I swear to god you’ll have more than a broken arm after this.” Why is she so obsessed with what you do in your free time? Why does she want to know why you’re always in pain? Lauren hates you for all you know, always berating you day in and day out, so why so… needy?

You sighed, trying to look the other way, yet you couldn't see anything other than blond hair flowing all around you, to tell her or not to tell her… That is the question… Then you felt Lauren dig her nails deep into your wrist, she smirked as you yelped in surprise, looking back up at her, “Answer me.” Lord, she’s nosy… Either you answer and she tells everyone, which can lead to your arrest due to how illegal underground fighting is, leaving your poor mother all alone, or you don’t answer and she does some other fucking thing to ruin your life. One can never escape a McCanister with their sane intact still.

“You want to know? Soo badly? Fine, I fight in an underground fighting club, there. You can let me fucking go now, right? Since you’re going to ruin my life one way or another anyway right? Just let me have a lick of freedom before you sick the police on-”

“God, shut up. I’m not going to do anything, jeez why the hell do you see me that way?” She literally threatened your life two seconds ago, “Why are you fighting? You don’t need the money, aren’t you on financial aid?” Lauren asks question after question and it’s getting on your last damn nerve. Is any of this necessary? Should you genuinely be putting up with this? And all for what? To not make Princess mad? Who the fuck cares you have less than a year to get out of this hell hole and you couldn’t care less if she ruins your reputation, as long as you can still make enough money for your mom.

You rolled your eyes, sighing. It was fairly easy to overtake her strength, she may be a jock but you’re an athlete. You quickly turned the table on her, her now on the floor while you stood high above her, brushing yourself off. “You found out what you wanted, why I fight is none of your business, Lauren.” And you attempted to storm off, yet the classroom door was locked shut. Looking back at the blushing Lauren on the floor, you ask, “Why did you close the door, Lauren…?” Chuckling softly the woman on the floor slowly gets up, dusting off her skirt. She walked up to you, head held high.

A smirk was plastered on, her face full of mischief. “I had a feeling you’d do something like that, so I had someone lock it after I got you in here! And they won’t open the door until I send them a voice note specifically telling them to, so you have no way out until you tell me the whole truth, silly!” Her smirk only extended to a full-blown Cheshire smile, tilting her head to the side Lauren looked deeply into your eyes, expecting her demands to be met. 

This was a bad position, cameras watching your every move, a witness outside who is also the only way out. You couldn’t attack her and get away with it, breaking open any windows would take too long, and she probably already has that solved as well. Looking off to the side you let out a scoff, “Why’re you so obsessed with me? Don’t you hate me or something? You know with all the harassment, I thought you’d enjoy me being beaten up.” You honestly expressed to Lauren, though her only response was a big scoff, mocking you for your own thoughts.

Lauren leans towards you, leaning her hand against the wall next to you she has you in her grasp. “Shut up, who cares about why I’m doing this, just tell me why you’re looking for the money.” Lauren shamelessly brushes off your concerns, a need for knowledge overwhelming her. God, I’m just like Mom Lauren thinks, “Heavens, fine, if I tell you, you’ll let me go got it?” Lauren nods frantically, ready for whatever your reasoning might be, “I- My mom’s sick, it’s terminal and I needed the money for her medicine. That’s it. Is that what you wanted, you sick freak? To know my mother is ill and dying and I’ve risked my life for her? Are you satisfied-”

Lauren immediately cuts you off, “Which illness?” Her rude interruption stunned you, with no worry or guilt she asked something so incredibly intrusive… Fine, whatever it takes to get the hell out of this room, it’s getting hotter and hotter. “Willheim’s.” Silence overtook the room, you nor Lauren uttered a single word, up until Lauren’s twisted laughter began echoing throughout the room, you looked at her, rage overcoming you.

“Aha! HA! I-I’m so- ehe- sorry! It’s just so ironic!” Your hands are clenched, knuckles white with pressure. You wish you could blow her head out, “I’m so sorry, I laughed because my mother just discovered the very cure for Willheim’s. I can have my mother administer it to your mother for free, just come over whenever you want! I’d do a-anything for y-y- Erm, my mom made it a while ago actually! Just has been arguing with Big Pharma over the price which is w-why she’s taking so long to publish i-it!” Lauren stammered out, so nervous, so needy for your approval.

It felt like a complete smack to the face, all that work and pain, only to find out your bully’s mother had the cure this entire fucking time? It was hard to even comprehend the words Lauren just spat out, with just one visit to her home your mother would be safe and healthy again. It was both a dream and a nightmare, having your mother be healthy again is the only thing you’ve dreamt of for months now, but to know it’s Lauren McCanister that’s helping her? What a nightmare.

A stinging pain came from your palms, a wet feeling covering your fingers. You’ve been clenching your hands so hard your fingernails began penetrating your skin, what a lovely day. Your face filled with disgust, you continued to stare into her eyes, hatred swirling within your own. Lauren stayed quiet, that stupid smile of hers still going strong, “...Fine.” You mustered out, shame overcoming you, pride no longer intact. 

Somehow, Lauren’s face glows even brighter, and finally, finally, she backs off. Lauren gestures for you to follow her as she walks off the the back of the room, where a bunch of pillows and blankets and various foods and drinks lie. Strange how you hadn’t noticed that before. As Lauren sat down in the middle of all that comfort she extended her arms outwards, beckoning you into her arms.

“Come here. You have to tell me where all those bruises came from and who they come from… I’ll take care of you from now on!”

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

02/27/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast&Crew; SambaSchutte;VicoOrtiz;RhysDarby; Fan Spotlight; More Polls; Repo News; Rotton Tomatos; Watch Party Reminders; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

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Vico decided to bless us with "Soft Boi" vibes today.

"💙💚✨Soft Boi✨💚💙 📸: @transnormativity"

Also, Vico is a member of the Public Assembly free theatre in South Pasadena California and "wrote something" for the next assembly! If you're in the area, consider checking it out, it's free!

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== Fan Spotlight ==

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== Repo News ==

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== Articles ==

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== Love Notes ==

Today I would like to take a moment to thank the folks who checked in on me or sent kind words today while I was having a rough time (whether you knew it or not). You all really amaze and humble me with all your kindness and caring. I wanna give a few shoutouts to some folks who kept me sane today @spirker @ofmd-ann @scorpiostarseed @xoxoemynn @catbells-and-summerlinens @brainfugk @hoshiforever @roximonoxide @aliragsandmuffins @melvisik if I missed anyone I promise it's not on purpose but because I am about 3 minutes away from passing out on this couch or I thought you wanted to remain anonymous.

Love Note: From DoodleGems--

You really do deserve to take up space. When you do, you work miracles and you move mountains and you give this tired lady hope. So remember you are worth taking up space and fill it with all your goofy unique wonderful soul <3 Love you lovelies, get some rest tonight.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Okay so I can't stop looking at this post by @ofmd-ann so yes these two are tonight's, even though I'm sure I've posted them individually before (but they go so well together so here we are)

[sweetiesicheng]

seventeen - competition

jeonghan x reader

word count : 2,667

-

you were taking a break from training and sat on one of the couches in the living room. with your phone in hand, you were scrolling through social media and saw some posts about other e-sports teams appear on your screen; most of them announcing which teams were going to appear at a competition scheduled for next week in tokyo.

"oh my god! y/n! did you hear?" dino frantically exclaimed. you looked over and saw him make a dash towards you from his desk. "look at this!" he instructed while shoving his phone screen into your view.

you grabbed his phone and looked at what he had on his screen: an online article with the title "#1 in south korea, team fts, announces their participation in the summer sundown festival happening in tokyo, japan next week as a last minute entry."

you sighed, "i'm gonna kill him," you immediately said, staring at dino's phone screen in disbelief. you started scrolling through the article, reading the most important parts before sending the article to your phone.

"did he not tell you?" dino asked, sinking into the couch cushion next to you.

"no, he didn't," you sighed again. "you wanna tell joshua, or should i?" you asked dino as you handed his phone back to him.

"if you wanna call jeonghan, i can go tell coach," dino replied. you nodded in agreement.

both of you got up from the couch and walked in separate directions. dino headed to your coach, who was with the rest of your team while you went onto the balcony of the house you lived in. you closed the door behind you and called jeonghan.

once he answered, you heard him immediately chuckle, "i was wondering when you were gonna call me. this was sooner than i expected."

"i just saw the article. dino just showed it to me," you replied, "what happened to the competition here?" you asked him, crossing one arm across your torso.

"the organizers are horrible. we're playing against people in the league below us, so it's clearly rigged," he explained before sighing, "it's kind of a mess though. we'll be training longer cause of the teams in tokyo."

"hey, jeonghan hyung, come on."

"i'll be downstairs in a minute. start talking with the others about the new thing," jeonghan said to the person that just called for him. it sounded like the8, but you weren’t sure.

"who was that?" you asked.

"oh, it was the8,” he confirmed. “hey, call me when you're done. i gotta go," he said to you.

you hummed in response, "i will.”

"love you."

"you wish i loved you."

"hey, don't do this—"

you hung up, laughing at what you did before receiving a text message from jeonghan, who was upset. you texted him back before going inside.

"y/n, is it true?" jun asked you as you closed the door behind you.

you nodded, "yea, just confirmed it with him."

mingyu groaned and sat back in his chair, "you have got to be kidding me."

"tonight, you guys need to go through their battles from the last competition," joshua said to everyone else. "we'll need to start planning tomorrow morning. let's just go through what we have right now."

"sounds good," vernon spoke up, putting his headphones on.

you walked to your seat that was next to dino's before loading the game up on your computer screen.

-

days later and you were in japan. you spent the first day walking around and exploring since the day after was the day of the gaming festival.

"woah, this place is nice," dino said as you guys were taken to your team's designated waiting room.

as everyone set their things down, you opened a bottle of water and started drinking from it.

"please let a staff member know if you need anything," the staff member who was with you said before leaving the room, closing the door behind them.

"who's playing the first round again?" mingyu asked before vernon handed him his phone. "oh, thanks."

"i'm gonna grab some more waters for us," you said to everyone.

"don't take too long. we need to watch all of the matches," jun said to you.

"i won't. it'll only take a second," you replied and set your own water down. you left the waiting room and went down the hall to find an area with snacks and drinks.

"do you need something?" a staff member asked you when they noticed you.

"just some waters, please," you requested. "can i just get a whole case actually?" you asked.

they nodded, "of course."

another staff member grabbed a case of water and handed it to you.

"thank you," you replied and managed to pick the case up. you started walking back to the waiting room and saw familiar faces being guided to their waiting room.

"y/n!" dk immediately yelled as he noticed you first.

"oh, hi," you greeted as jeonghan approached you.

"need some help?" he asked you.

"no."

"you do? okay," he said and took the case of water from your hands.

"jeonghan, we need to go," s.coups said to him.

"jeonghan, i'm fine," you said and tried to take the case from him.

"i'll be back in a second," jeonghan said to them before walking away from his team.

you sighed and looked at their captain, "sorry."

s.coups laughed, "it's fine. see you later.”

"see you later," you smiled before following jeonghan down the hall. "yoon jeonghan, you're going the wrong way."

you caught up to him as he looked at you, "can we take a detour so i can be with you longer? i haven't gotten to see you in like two weeks."

you rolled your eyes, "no. i have battles to watch, and you have a team to coach," you said to him and started walking in the direction to the waiting room. once you got there, you opened the door for jeonghan, "put it on the table and leave."

"you're so mean to your boyfriend," jeonghan pouted as he did what was instructed. the guys looked at him as he walked in.

"oh, jeonghan. nice to see you," joshua greeted. the two coaches greeted each other with a handshake.

"y/n, isn't there a rule about fraternizing with the enemy at competitions?" mingyu asked you.

"you're just saying that cause he's here," you replied before grabbing jeonghan and pushing him out of the room. "bye."

"wanna get dinner later?" jeonghan asked as he stood in the hallway, holding the door open despite you trying to close it.

"maybe. bye," you said and closed the door on him before locking it.

"you know, jeonghan's right. you are being mean to him," jun said to you.

"can we not? we have a competition to win," you said to your captain and crossed your arms.

-

"that battle was way too long," vernon complained as you and your team walked back into the waiting room. you had just won against one of the teams from japan.

"seriously," mingyu said and grabbed a bag of chips from the table.

"y/n, is your hand okay?" jun asked you as you grabbed your brace for your wrist from your backpack.

"it's fine. i just tweaked it during the last raid," you said and took your jacket off to cool off. you put the brace on and sat down next to dino on a couch.

"it's already bothering you? will you be okay for the rest of the competition? we have three more battles for sure and two more if we make it all the way to the finals," dino asked in concern.

"i have to be fine. who else are we gonna get to substitute for me?" you replied.

"i mean, there was that time i tried playing as two people."

"dino, you died in an instant."

-

"and here we have it. the long awaited battle between south korea's fts and south korea's sector:17. both of them are strong teams within the e-sports community. don't you agree, hoshi?" one of the commentators spoke.

"i definitely agree with you on that, seungkwan. both of these teams are powerful within the community. fts is definitely the top team in this community, so it'll be interesting to see how sector:17 overcomes this later today," the other commenter said. "let's look at the stats of both teams and see what could happen in this final battle."

"hoshi knows stuff about the game?" vernon questioned as he sat down with a snack in his hand.

"guess woozi finally taught him some stuff," you replied while massaging your wrist.

"hey, you guys feel good?" joshua asked as he walked into the room. "here's coffee," he said, handing you a cup.

"thanks," you replied, "do you think they're going to use that new strategy today?" you asked.

"probably. they probably want to wear us out with it for the first part," vernon replied.

"hey, vernon, go wake up everyone else. they need to eat before we leave," joshua instructed. vernon nodded and got up while joshua took his spot on the couch next to you. "have you talked to jeonghan?" he asked you.

"not really. didn't want to get in trouble with the league," you replied, "just that date we went on the other night."

"according to s.coups, he's been more irritating," joshua mentioned, "you should see him before the competition starts."

you shrugged, "maybe. i just don't want to get distracted either."

"understandable," joshua replied to you, "but you know how he gets, which means all of them are probably annoyed at him for sulking."

"they'll get over it. they always do," you replied and looked over when you heard someone walk into the room. "good morning, sleeping beauty," you said to mingyu as he headed to the table.

"i'm handsome, thank you," mingyu sarcastically replied as he grabbed a coffee cup off of the table. "thanks, shua."

"no problem," joshua replied. "eat a bit more. don't want to get too hungry later," he said to you before getting up and heading into the hall, "guys! wake up!"

-

a few hours later, and you're about to leave for the last battle between your team and fts. you took your brace off your wrist and put it back in your backpack.

"you good, y/n?" jun asked you. you nodded and walked over to everyone, who were waiting by the door. "let's go," he said and dino opened the door for everyone.

a staff member guided all of you to the entrance to the stage. you waited until someone instructed you to go on stage.

you walked onto the stage following jun; the others following behind you. fans were cheering everywhere from the audience. you walked to where the computers were set up, seeing the game loaded up on screen. you sat down in your seat and got ready to play.

"okay, let's do this!" mingyu yelled into his microphone.

"hey! not too loud. you're gonna blow my ears out, and then i won't be able to use these headphones anymore," dino whined at your teammate.

you looked over to your side and saw the other team getting ready. wonwoo looked over at you, as if he sensed you looking at him. he looked back at jeonghan, who also looked over at you. he gave you a smile, and you gave him a smile back before looking at the computer screen.

"alright guys," joshua said to all of you, "let's use the new strategy for the first round."

"got it."

"okay."

-

after two matches, the score was one-to-one. you were in the last match, waiting to get resurrected after dying to one of woozi's attack.

"okay, push through!" jun yelled.

"mingyu, come here," vernon instructed.

mingyu groaned, "shit. i died," he huffed out. "y/n, can you cover him?" he asked you.

"hang on, five more seconds and i'll follow," you said as you watched the screen.

"i got one down!" dino exclaimed.

"okay, i'm back," you announced to your team, "i'm coming to you, vernon. hold off if you can."

"i'm almost out of health," vernon mentioned.

"dino, i'm coming to you. use your shield," jun instructed.

"you got it."

you continued moving and reached vernon, who had barely any health left. you killed a few monsters that were on the screen and then you saw s.coups's character appear on the screen.

"shoot, i don't know where the8 went," vernon mentioned. "mingyu, are you back?" he asked as you started attacking s.coups's character.

"yep, i am. coming towards you," mingyu replied.

"all of them are by us. y/n, come here," jun said and you started moving again. you found jun and dino's characters and started attacking the8 and dk with dino while jun fought woozi.

"need backup?" vernon asked.

"we're fine. stay there," jun immediately replied. "come on...yes! okay, woozi's down."

"the8's down," dino said, "so is dk."

"s.coups and wonwoo are retreating. should we follow?" you asked, looking at the map.

"yea, keep going. mingyu, vernon, push through and get to us," jun instructed.

"we're coming," mingyu said.

you followed jun with dino behind, killing any monsters that appeared on screen. eventually, you reached the base and started attacking s.coups and wonwoo while dino was dealing with the base. a few seconds later, and mingyu joined you and jun. vernon helped dino with the base.

"they're resurrecting in twenty seconds," dino mentioned while attacking the base as quickly as possible.

"come on, come on. use your attack, y/n. our health is fine," jun instructed you. you used your character's special attack, which lowered everyone's health around you. then, you started hitting wonwoo's character and killed him quickly since his health was quite low.

"wonwoo's out," you announced.

"the base is almost down," vernon mentioned.

"we have fourteen seconds until they're back," you said, glancing at the top of the screen. "hurry."

"my health is low. mingyu, help," jun said.

"hang on."

"ten, nine, eight..." you started counting off while attacking s.coups, "seven, six, five, four-"

"we destroyed it!" dino yelled out.

"okay, finish all of them off," jun instructed right as mingyu killed s.coups.

the rest of the characters came back to life and you started attacking dk. eventually, wonwoo's character came back as well and your team killed off all of them.

"yes!"

the crowd had been cheering the whole time but you didn’t notice how loud they were until your team won. you got up from your chair and hugged dino, who was the closest to you before hugging everyone else.

you and your team started doing your victory ritual of jumping in a circle and singing a song. joshua joined in after being backstage since the beginning of the match.

after celebrating, your team went to the center of the stage where the other team was.

"you guys did good," s.coups said to jun.

"not bad yourself," jun replied.

"hey, wonwoo, let's play together some time," mingyu said to wonwoo.

"oh sure. that'd be great," wonwoo said to mingyu.

"y/n! you did great!" dk said to you.

"yea, seriously. during the second round? that was crazy," woozi said to you.

"i'm glad we won that round. i was scared there for a bit," you said to them with a laugh.

then, you were pulled away by someone and turned to see jeonghan.

"good job." you felt him kiss your forehead.

"you're just saying that to be nice to me," you said to him while wrapping your arms around him.

"i am nice, unlike you," he said as he put his arms around you, "and don't forget, we won the last competition."

you rolled your eyes, "you're annoying, you know that?"

"i know i am,” he admitted. “congratulations," he said to you before kissing your lips.

confetti continued to fall, the crowd kept cheering, and you felt like the best in the world.

[romaine2424]

Daily Blog June 27, 2023

Arg! I'd hoped to spend sometime planting the pretty flowers I bought yesterday but to my dismay I discovered an invasive weed was mixed in with my Shasta Daisies, which are just about to bloom. The kind of weed that attaches to your clothes and skin. Gloves came out and two hours later, I made a huge dent. Flowers tomorrow.

I had mentioned there were would be additional categories I'd throw into the mix and today I have one I've been anxious to get to. I'm going to call it Magical Elves. They are the people who help make fandom run. I mentioned @phoenixacid in an earlier post, who has been hosting @hd-fan-fair for ten years. This category will cover folks like her and that do even more...yes, even more...

What I'm reading:

On the Discord Drarry Fans Writers and Artists there is a channel for recs. I stole this one from there but then discovered I'd already read it. However, it was long enough ago that I don't remember all of the details. I think I read it when it first came out and before I hopped back into fandom in spring of 2021. The Ordeal of Being Known (146k) by @lou-isfake. I'm only on chapter 3 right now but I just love this Draco and his Oscar the Grouch house-slippers and his house-elf Timsy. The writing is so fresh and clever, I find myself smiling most of the time. Here's the summary, which I think gives you a flavor of the writing style I'm talking about:

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter. Features fuzzy cartoon slippers, devious house elves, 90s music, and lots—LOTS—of memories. Ron is annoyingly hot, Hermione sees right through you, Harry is a powerful idiot, and Draco is a reclusive masochist that would buy an entire city if it would make a kid happy. (And Pansy is "5'2, I wanna dance with you, and I'm sophisticated fun.")

Go read The Ordeal of Being Known on AO3.

Hit the Keep Reading!!!!!

Magical Elves:

The first person I want to highlight in this category is actually someone I've met in person at HP Cons and we've stayed in touch over the years in real life. *hugs darlin* You've probably seen @sassy-cissa's name as an author or maybe an email asking you about a fic for a fest but I'm betting most of you have no idea how much she's done for fandom for more than a decade and half, especially for Drarry fandom.

Let me list the ways in how awesome she is:

Current modding responsibilities:

25 Days of Draco and Harry (started in 2009) What 2009 ? Oh my! And do you know she reads each and every story posted for the fest and comments, too! HD Mpreg Fest – (started in 2011 – I've been modding since 2018) HD Fan Fair/Career Fair – co-modding since 2019)

Previous modding responsibilities:

Co-mod for H/D Erised from 2014 to 2018 Moderated the H/D Prophet from about 2016 to 2021

See that last one H/D Prophet. Take a look at the link just for a moment. Every Drarry WIP that was updated that week was listed, fests' status, drabble prompts, etc...Every single week. The prophet soon closed down after a few more months due to lack of participation (fandom had moved away from LJ).

Communities owned and/or Maintain:

On LJ: Slythindor100 and HarryDraco Mpreg On Tumblr: H/D Mpreg and Slythindor100

In addition, why yes there is more, Sassy writes, too, and beautifully! Sassy-Cissa (on AO3). Over 109 stories, mostly Drarry, some Hermione/Severus and a few Harry/Ginny...but as she put it....(but they usually end up divorced or Ginny dies). *snicker*

And she's on FanLore! And she also betas for some of the best.

So I know this is long but I just want folks to be aware of those working in the background, making our experience here in fandom enjoyable and filled with lovely content. They truly are magical elves. Sassy doesn't post much on Tumblr or on Discord but she does pop-in now and then. Next time you see her name, you'll now know who she is.

Tumblr Tidbit:

Did you know that you can edit the text below the Keep Reading line on your post and it will make the changes to all reblogs of your post. Edit above and sorry the reblogs will show the original. This comes in handy if you're making a Masterlist of works or something else that has lots of links or needs to be updated frequently.

Happy Tuesday and Sorry this was so late. My ancient computer decided to crash multiple times. Rom

[purplesurveys]

1921

Do you actually read privacy policies when signing up for new things? No, not really. The main thing I do privacy-wise is when I disable tracking whenever I download/sign up in a new app.

Did you have a lot of birthday parties when you were younger? if so, did you invite everyone in the class? I didn't. I wasn't popular and never had that many friends to warrant a birthday party. This is besides the fact that my birthday fell during the old summer season (March-June) so not only did I never get to throw a birthday party apart from my 7th; I also never got to experience being greeted by classmates hahaha.

Do you like when things are color coordinated? It's pleasant to the eyes but it's not like it's a mandatory for me.

Have you ever participated in one of those “guess how many jelly beans, mints, etc. are in this jar!” contest? if so, have you ever won? No. I've never come across those!

Do you think you would be good at memorizing lines if you were an actor or actress? If we're speaking strictly about memorization skills, yes. I have no interest in being an actress though. The task has always seemed so daunting to me.

Can you juggle? No, though I've tried to more times than I can count. It's just not meant for me, heheh.

Have you ever mistaken a ringing phone on tv or in a movie for your own? It has for sure happened. Sometimes I've heard a ringing phone thinking it's our landline, only to discover it was the neighbor's.

How often do you use bobby pins? Almost never. The last time I used them was probably during my college grad shoot to hold my hairdo together.

Have you ever used a pedometer? Not a separate one, no. I occasionally check my steps from my phone though.

Do you live on an avenue, road, drive or something else? Street.

Are your eyes a different color inside than they are outside? Nope.

What were you doing 45 min ago? I was finishing up some work so I can clear up my load tomorrow. Feeling proud of that :)

What will you be doing in 20 min? Either doing another one of this or preparing to go to Angela. It's her birthday today and she'll be at dinner with her family first, so I'm just waiting for her go-signal to tell me she's free so I can come over.

What did you do yesterday? Yesterday was a full-on rest day because I knew I had lots of work/personal errands to do today. That said, I watched The Emperor's New Groove, Toy Story 1, and Toy Story 2 while watching BTS and Seventeen stuff in between. 100% a lazy day.

Are you in a good mood right now? I wanna say 70% in a good mood? I did all the errands I told myself I absolutely had to do today and I'm stoked about that – and I'm also still seeing Angela and Hans tonight so I'm bound to have a great evening. The only thing that sucks is that the weekend is over again and I feel barely well-rested.

Who was the last person in your bedroom? My sister.

Are you listening to music, if so, what song? No, I have a Ryan Trahan video in the background.

What do you usually order from McDonald’s? Most frequently, a plain cheeseburger and barbecue fries. Other days when I find even that boring, I'll switch it up - usually either a Big Mac or fried chicken and rice.

What is your natural hair color? Black.

What was the last movie you watched? What’d you think of it? Toy Story 2. I love the entire franchise, but it's still nothing compared to the first movie.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Cookie butter coffee.

What are your school colors? Maroon and green.

Are you worried that you won’t be accepted into the college you want? It was definitely a worry I had, but I ended up passing.

What is the last class you failed? Continued from earlier this evening. A 40/100 in my Economics class in college. The only failing mark that sent me straight to laughing because of how ridiculous it was.

Has it snowed where you live yet? Or does it never snow? It does not snow here.

Have you ever taken a picture with Santa when you were little? I was only photographed with a Santa when I was 2.

What is the population of the city you live in? Close to a million.

When is the last time you were in a classroom? A few months ago. Andi took me through the law department.

Do you have any homework to be done? What is there to do? Work-wise, no; I did them a few hours ago already.

Did anything exciting happen today? Yes, I saw Angela and got to give her my birthday present. I gave her two Pandora charms and tbh the most exciting thing about it was her confirmation that I didn't get her any dupes (she collects charms in the first place). So YAY we don't need to replace either of them haha.

What color is the sky outside? Pitch black.

Do you own any clothing of your favorite color? Just a few. Purple isn't really my color.

How many tattoos do you want/have? Zero/none.

Do you use cup coasters? When it's available, yeah. When it's not, I don't mind not using one.

Are you on a laptop or desktop? Laptop.

Have you ever rolled down a steep, grassy hill for fun? No.

Do you like to draw very detailed drawings, or just stick figures? Stick. Or nothing at all. I can't daw.

Do you own a shirt that says “Vote for Pedro”? Nope.

Do you like Nerds candy? It's always tasted terrible to me. All the rich/popular kids snuck boxes of them in school all the time to flex and Nerds was one of the ways I learned they were all full of shit because it actually tastes horrible.

[cryptidsurveys]

Wednesday, September 11th, 2024.

What’s one thing you really want right now? For the recent drama at the animal shelter to blow over. On one hand, I'm kicking myself for opening my big mouth about Alex (because it's a problem that would have more or less solved itself with patience and time), but on the other hand, I'm oddly relieved. Now I'll admit that I'm no paragon of virtue - I've engaged in a bit of idle gossip; I've talked a bit of crap - but she's just relentless. Going forward, I need to have a big think about how to more effectively nip these situations in the bud, as well as whether or not gossip (etc) is something in which I want to participate in any capacity. I'm leaning toward trying to avoid it at all costs, no matter the temptation, no matter how "weird" it makes me seem; because if Alex is the embodiment, then I don't want to be even a tiny fraction of that. But yeah - I told Kristen and Riley about some of the things Alex has said, and Kristen thought it was bad enough to take to management, so I was like, "If you do, then I'll back you up if you need it." Management made her out to be the problem, so I was like, "...Welp. Hey Riley, you wanna back me too?" She did, and we talked to management as well. I don't know if it will make any difference, but there was no way I was going to let Kristen stand alone when she was not the so-called "source of negativity." She was the recipient of it.

Is there anything you’re looking forward to? The Chili Festival. Not this weekend, but next weekend. I might take a day off from volunteering to check it out.

Are you in love? I am not.

Is love even existent at your age? Does anything even exist at my age?

When was the last time you exercised enough to break a sweat? Probably sometime recently at the shelter. Except it would have been less about the exercise and more about the fact that it was just fvcking hot.

Have you been annoyed at someone/something today? Yeah. I hate that I'm good at overthinking and bad at letting things go. It puts such a strain on what would have otherwise been a very relaxing day.

Are you avoiding anybody at the moment? I was on Tuesday, but technically not today or tomorrow because I would be off anyway.

Is rap your favorite genre of music? No, but I don't mind it from time to time.

Are you one of those people that gets jealous easily? Yeah, but I try to reason with myself and not let it get in the way of things. It's such a complicated emotion because it's tied in with a fear of abandonment, my sense of self-worth, etc. I think I've come a long way in terms of dealing with it, but there are definitely times when it rears its ugly head.

What was your favorite show as a kid? Dragon Ball Z, Yu-Gi-Oh, Are You Afraid Of The Dark, Salute Your Shorts, Hey Arnold, Rugrats, etc.

Do you get along with your whole family? I get along very well with my dad. I also get along with my mom, but it still feels a bit superficial. I don't get along with my sibling.

When was the last time you were sick? Aside from migraines, I had a cold last Oct-Nov.

What’s one thing you want to tell somebody right now? There's nothing I really want to tell anyone.

How are you today? I'm like a random grab-bag of emotions, but if I set all of that chaos aside…I'm good.

Has anybody close to you passed away in the last six months? No.

Have you ever lasted a relationship longer then two months? Yeah.

At the moment, what’s your favorite song? I don't have one.

Are you obsessed with anything? Aside from volunteering (I must be obsessed because it consumes such a large portion of my life and I feel like I can't step away), I'm not sure. I definitely have interests and enjoyments, but I'm not [LOCKED IN] to a particular hyper fixation atm.

Do you think that weed/marijuana should be legalized? It is legal here.

Is it safe to walk around your neighborhood at night? Mmmm…it's probably not super dangerous, but I wouldn't feel safe.

If you could visit any state/country you wanted, where would you go? I'm not a road trip person, but if I could be magically transported to all of the National Parks in the country, that would be awesome. Same goes for all the ancient/megalithic/mysterious architecture around the world.

If money weren’t an object, what would you do with your life? Probably something similar to what I'm doing now, except I'd have my cabin in the mountains.

Are you a fan of heights? I'm like trauma bonded with them…???

What is the last compliment you received? I'm not sure, but probably something from my dad. If not him, then maybe from Nan or Veronica at the shelter.

Rate your typing speed on a scale from 1 - 10? Seven.

Is there an instrument you can/wish you could play? I wish I could play guitar, harp, or violin.

Are you artistic at all? Yeah.

Why do you take surveys? I don't know. I mean, on the surface, I take them for the sake of journaling. But WHY do I want to journal? And WHY do I want to make it semi-public? Maybe I just want attention. :')

Where are you? In my room.

What is your goal in life? To pet more cats than anyone else. I'm already in the top percentiles.

Do you enjoy tanning? No.

Is everything going your way right now? In a weird way…pretty much. Just not quite the way I expected lmao.

What’s one aspect of your life that you want to change? I want to be more independent.

Do you text more then you talk on the phone? Yeah.

Is music a big portion of your life? No, but it is at least part of it.

Does anybody call you ‘baby’? No.

Is there someone you want, but can’t have? No.

Have you ever broken the law? Yeah.

Are you scared to grow old? In the sense that I might never get my life together and will subsist in abject circumstances until I die, yes. In a general sense, I just can't wrap my head around the idea of aging (or death) enough to be truly, existentially fearful.

[stobinesque]

WIP Weekend!

Once again tagged by @steves-strapcollection for a WIP game! (Gerry you are like half the reason phryctoria is nearly done, lol)

THE RULES

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

THE WIPS

wigwag (AKA Stobin go to Indy and Steve gets some (OMC) dick; AKA sequel to phryctoria, which is now revisions (and ch. 2 should be up tomorrow)!)

S4 Fix-it: Lucas POV

Stobin soulmate au

steddie week: day 1 [hunger] {I never finished or posted this one, but I want to start getting my Steddie week fics up on ao3!)

Not tagging anyone, but please please join in and tag me in to say I tagged you if you want to participate. (I'll also make note of it for the future!)

SNIPPET

from wigwag! alas i am not particularly close the nsfw bits yet, so it's entirely PG below the cut

"Guess what I have?" Steve asks when Robin dumps herself into his car on Friday afternoon.

"Please tell me it's something edible," she groans. "I'm starving."

"Unfortunately not, but I can make us some pasta when we get to your place."

"I would love you forever," she says with her puppy dog eyes. No wonder he'd tricked himself into thinking he had a thing for her. She's adorable.

"You already do, dingbat."

"Yeah...well..." she trails off like she's searching for an argument to that point. "That's true," she says, giving up. "So what is it then?" She asks as she buckles her seat belt.

Steve reaches into the cup holder and pulls out the plastic card there.

"Oh shit! Is that my fake?"

Steve laughs. "It is indeed. Your name is Rowan Buck and you were born on January 10th of 1965."

"Eugh. A Capricorn."

"What in the heck is a Capricorn and what is your problem with them?"

"Oh puh-lease--don't act as though a Leo such as yourself doesn't read your horoscope on the daily."

"Okay fine, I know what a Capricorn is, broadly speaking. I still have no idea why you'd have a problem with them."

Robin shrugs. "I don't, really. Just thought it would be funny to say."

"You're hilarious," Steve deadpans.

"Okay, you say that like you don't think it's true, but need I remind you of 'I've laughed more this summer than I have in a really long time'?"

"I never said that."

"You did."

"Must have been an alternate version, then."

"Yep," Robin says, popping the 'p' with a smug little smile. "Also known as 'truth serum Steve.'"

"Ugh, whatever, fine: you're hilarious," he concedes.

"Thank you." Robin holds her new ID up to the light. "You're sure this will pass inspection?"

Steve shrugs. "I got it form the same person who did mine."

"Yeah, sure, but we're dealing with small town dives down here, not big city bar tenders."

"Yeah, actually, I think the fact that we're up against everybody-knows-everybody-itis in Hawkins makes is more impressive that my fake works anywhere. Also--I don't think Indianapolis really counts as a big city."

"Touche."

"So...tomorrow? Wanna try our hand at hitting up a gay club?"

"I'd love nothing more, Stevie."

[cheerscoops]

Monday Motivation Game

Taking the normal WIP Wednesday Game and making it my own for the purposes of getting more motivation for my cheerscoops week stuff!

Rules:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post some filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

Let people send you asks to get sneak peeks in the form of snippets or just ask general questions about the fics.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

My Fics

Day 1 - school royalty

Day 2 - childhood friends to lovers

Day 3 - co-workers

Day 4 - getting set up/blind date

Day 5 - breaking the chain

Day 6 - reuniting

Day 7 - free space - elementary school teacher au

Bonus Day 1 - medieval au

Bonus Day 5 - reverse cliché au

Bonus Day 7 - free space

My Fics

This snippet is from Day 6 - reuniting, and I am so sorry in advance

“I don’t want to spend our last day together arguing about this with you. This is a hard boundary I’m setting for my own well being. I've been saying that I wanted to get out of here since before we started going out. You just never heard me."

"I heard you loud and clear," he said as pinched his nose again. "I just hoped that if I loved you enough, you'd realize you had a reason to stay. I guess it just never occurred to me that when you said you couldn’t wait to leave Hawkins that it meant forever."

Chrissy dropped Steve’s hand and moved to get off the bed.

“I think it might be best if we both take a little time to cool down,” she said as she headed towards his bedroom door. “Eddie is still planning on driving me to the train station tomorrow. We’re leaving my house at ten. I love you, and I still want to be with you. If you still feel the same, come with us. If not - well, I guess I’ll know when you don’t get in the van.”

The next thing he knew, she was down the stairs and out the front door. Maybe if he'd seen how heartbroken she looked or the fact that she was holding back tears, he would have run after her. He would have promised to find a way to make their relationship work. That's what he wanted.

But he couldn't look in her direction as she was leaving. She just sounded so calm and cold when she got up. He couldn't risk seeing her looking okay when he was struggling not to cry.

I'm not tagging anyone to participate because this is literally just for me to get people excited about the event, but if you wanna do motivation monday, you can say that I tagged you!

[schmem14]

15 Questions | 15 People

Rules: Answer these 15 Questions, then Tag 15 People (LOL no way I tag 15 people, but I’ll try)

No one tagged me, this just looked fun and I’m avoiding things while my minions watch Wall-E

1. Are you named after anyone? No because I’m the middle child. Which means I have the most popular girl name for the year I was born. YAY. 😬

2. When was the last time you cried? Last night. Mr. Schmem and I were having a pointless argument and I got very emotional. Don’t worry, we’re all good now, but splitting hairs when I’m in a bad mood is what I do best. 

3. Do you have kids? Oh, you mean, minions that look like kinda like me and talk back incessantly? why yes, I do believe I have some of those wandering under foot. 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? When I’m pissed off, absolutely. I become a sarcastic hissing cat and I kind of hate that about myself, but it’s a coping mechanism and it gives me a dopamine high to be a bitch sometimes. 

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?  It’s mostly subconscious and I’m a human so I definitely judge the book by its cover, at least for a millisecond before I decide whether to keep being judgmental, or feed myself the override codes. 

6. What’s your eye color? Blue, but not the pretty kind. The murky, grey-ish blue that looks blaaaahhh/colorless from far away. You have to get up REAL CLOSE to appreciate the shade of blue. Mr. Schmem likes it though, so that’s good. 

7. Scary movies or happy ending? Both. There is a time and a place, they are equally satisfying in their own context.   

8. Any special talents? Monkey see, monkey do. I’m one of those “jack of all trades, master of none” people who picks up new skills and tinkers with them until I feel like I’ve gotten what I wanted out of them before moving on. I think it’s my way of coping with the fact that I’m not much of a traveller (not ‘cause I don’t wanna be, but because of my adorable minion baggage and the fact that I’m a broke ass millennial.)

9. Where were you born? St. Louis, Missouri. I’ve lived a lot of places, though and I don’t remember it well. 

10. What are your hobbies? Outside of fandom??  Sourdough baking. Quilting. Knitting. Sewing. Hiking. Yoga. Reading. (I do 50 about books a year in addition to fic reading). Netflix and Chill. Cooking delicious food that my minions refuse to eat. Decluttering my house (I am an optimistic minimalist enthusiast who is always battling with holiday and birthday gifts and the thousands of papers they send home with minions from school.) Painting, sometimes, but abstract, not figure/portrait stuff. 

11. Do you have any pets?  No. Allergies out the wazoo here. Best we could do if we wanted is a reptile, amphibian, or fish. Hard pass on all of the above. 

12. What sports do you play/have you played? I suck at sports, mostly because I have no interest in them. If I did have an interest, I’m confident I could learn. I will not play volleyball though, under any circumstances. Too many broken glasses. 

13. How tall are you? 5'7″

14. Favorite subject at school? Science, specifically the life variety. Don’t even try to talk Physics to me. Oh! and I LOVED Statistics, surprisingly. 

15. Dream job? Since I burnt out as an educator, I’m literally open to anything flexible, that pays, and that I can put down at the end of the day and not think about until tomorrow. (mental health reasons)

Tags (feel free to ignore or participate!!): @the-francakes @sliebman10 @coconutice22 @broomsticks @defaultchaos1 @nanneramma @peachpety @lumosatnight @eggbagelsjr @millennialgrandma @eevans22 @dodgerkedavra @thebrokequill @emberandrain @holygnocchi 

I think that’s 15 but if I missed you, participate anyways and tag me so I can learn more about you! <3

[maguro13-2]

Shattered Hero Rekindled ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Pt. 10.5 ~

~ Green Cave ~

Wave : Stupid blue rodent and his stupid human friend, that mysterious racer is such a pain to us, Jet.

Jet : Mysterious Racer, you say? Heh. His friend getting along with him and the others are no problem to me. I can outsmart them both. Just for the occasion, that I could even beat him down. That's how we'll bring it down to those chumps.

"JET THE HAWK : Rival leader of the Babylon Rogues"

Jet : Ever since that ribbon girl knew that we were the ones that we took the emeralds from the special stages. That Eggman fella on had a deal with us to give me on a special reason. I bet he doesn't even stand a chance against me.

Wave : What did you know about that last time.

Jet : Well...I think I remember him saying things to him before ran off with the jewels.

*Back at Metal City at night*

Sonic : I got ya this time!

*DBZ SFX : Boosting*

Sonic : *screams like homer*

Jet : So you're supposed to be the fastest thing alive? What a Joke! *laughs*

*Sonic runs with his legs spinning+flips jet off*

Jet : *sweat drop icon* That was what I just said to you, right?

*changes back to Green Cave*

Jet : So I might've taken extra credit on calling him the fastest thing alive. That was used to be the reference from one his old cartoons back in the days of Television. TV just rot your brains, you know.

Wave : Look, I know about. But didn't we tell Storm that he got his butt kicked by that mysterious racer? He got beaten with the help of his friend.

*flashback*

Storm : Sorry, boss. It wasn't fault. Wait a sec, if he was cheating using some special type of gear, his helper the mysterious racer might be some kind of people's person, but a descendant that knows about this "surfing" thing that they're into.

Jet : You don't say? I found out who those Mysterious Racers that is helping Sonic to win the race, the four mysterious racers that were participating in the race, are some kind of visitors or even outsiders that came somewhere before. They're Japanese.

Storm : Japanese? Are you saying that the blue munching butt and his friends are being friends with the Japanese? But who were they?

Jet : To find out who they really were, I want you to go to the Egg Factory counterpart's, Ice Factory, I need you gather Eggman's database from that place.

Storm : The Ice Factory? Aww, come on. I don't want my get myself to be turned into a frozen popsicle, but we do have warm bodies after the Egg Factory was going Global Warming with all of that hot stuff.

Jet : But don't you wanna reward you the information about who the Mysterious Racers are? If you wanna really wanted to unveil their identities, I suggest that you should go to the Ice Factory right about now.

Storm : You really mean it, boss?

Jet : True. Now get out there and find me that database!

Storm : Yes sir! It is my pleasure! I'll come back from the Ice Factory, good luck going to the Green Cave!

*Slams door shut+causing the portrait fall on Jet*

Jet : AAAH!!!

Wave : Jet...! Are you...okay?

Jet : Huh? That was my favorite portrait!

*Jet goes into an hissy fit*

Jet : It cost me a lot, idiot!

*Jet kicks the table*

Wave : Yikes!

*Flashes back to Green Cave*

Wave : And that is what you needed to be more creative and more responsive. We have our goals on finding out wether we get the stuff, from no tomorrow, whether the mysterious racers are gonners or you're just gonna sit there and--*starts saying bla blah blah*

Jet : Boring! Hmm?

*Notices Sonic and the Mysterious Racer on their boards*

Jet : Perfect timing, better make my move just to get over a peak.

Wave : And you should better to known that we're on the same page, Jet. How does that sound...? Jet...Where did you go?

*Notices that Jet isn't here*

Wave : *sweat drop icon* Why didn't even carelessly forget what I said?

*scene changes to Sonic and the racer doing some trick*

Omochao : The semi-finals will be beginning soon in 10 minutes, Please convene at the gate prior to that time...right after that I'm being taped into a gun, (panicking) AND I'M ABOUT TO LOOSE MY LIFE FOR THIS! *boom+screaming*

*feedback*

Omochao : Sorry about that folks. I just had to get my cousin my out of the way.

Sonic : So, racer. You're styles are heavily matched, but you sure you wanna bring your dream about being a surfer?

Mysterious Racer (Nozomi) : Why certainly, I'm sure that this race will be victorious for the both of us. The last one will be standing.

Mysterious Racer 2 (Sayaka Miyata) : I hope you might win this race and I will achieve victorious from over the top.

Mysterious Racer 3 (Non Toyoguchi) : You can count of us if you would like to.

Mysterious Racer 4 (Kazane Aoba) : Not to mention it, we still have our sportsmanship to win the race and uncover the mysteries of Babylon Garden that you mentioned it before Tails.

Sonic : Thanks guys I owe you my support of this.

Jet : So...Nice to see you with those human friends of yours, blue rodent!

*Cues Catch me If you Can by Runblebee*

Sonic : So it's you, you're the guy who knocked me out!

Mysterious Racer (Nozomi) : So it's you this time, bird brain!

Jet : You know, I've checked out that the mysterious racer was very interested in you and had helped you out on the races, this was a great opportunity. I'd admit it that you'd be pretty fast on your feet and catch up with the racer. But here, it's a different story for you and her riding with extreme gear to catch some gnarly waves!

Mysterious Racer (Nozomi) : How on earth did you know?

Jet : You see, racer. to be the fastest on a gear, you have to become one with the wind! Without wings or even to able make yourself fly, you might as well kiss the ground and go home.

Mysterious Racer (Nozomi) : What was that...!?

*Jet jumps off*

Jet : AHAHAHAHAHAHA...! AAAAAH! *CRASH* Ouch! I think I landed on my keys!

Mysterious Racer (Nozomi) : So that bird brain's the leader of the Babylon Rogues. I see...but what does he meant without wings or even able to make ourselves fly? I get it, if we even open our wings, we might as well fly together, I could be one with the wind, to reach the sky. I would really feel the adrenaline to feel the breeze.

Knuckles : You do have a cool opinion on saving the world or what?

Tails : To become one with the wind, you would able to fly yourself with the wind? But how on earth did you really knew about that?

Mysterious Racer : Because, Mr. Sonic. I am the only who knows how to help you.

[DALLAR by Hideaki Kobayashi]

Mysterious Racer : Here. Allow me to help you on the way.

*unhoods to reveal herself as Nozomi Kaminashi*

Sonic : Oh! You're...a girl.

Nozomi : That's right, I am the only one who can help you out to create my future.

Sonic : You, who are you?

Nozomi : The name's Nozomi, Nozomi Kaminashi.

Sonic : You're Nozomi Kaminashi? World renowned surfing champion?

Nozomi : That is correct. You see, my dream was to become the greatest there is, I'd too would like to become one with the wind, even without wings, we can still fly.

Sonic : So that's why you're interested of Extreme Gear, you wanted to become one with the wind, aren't you?

Nozomi : It has been my dream of fulfilling that destiny of whether that I'm becoming a fly girl, but in times like this, I respectively configure that it would be a great pleasure to help out as a friend to others, others that are needed the most. Do you know what's like to be in this body of a 17-year old?

Sonic : Hmmm?

Nozomi : I'm not just a girl, I'm just something special.

Sonic : That's an odd reasoning. You sounded like you were that young of a racer, but you do sounded like the kid inside you.

Nozomi : If you're wondering about that, then you are certainly aware that I, Nozomi Kaminashi, is well...*music stops* about nine years old.

*Everyone is in shock except for 10000R *

E-10000R : GASP.

Sonic : Hold the phone, you're...you're nine years old....?

*Outburst*

ALL : OH MAN! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THE MYSTERIOUS RACER SONIC WAS HELPING IS JUST AN AGE-PROGRESSED KID!

Sonic : So that's why you're helping me to beat Jet? To become one with the wind, uncovering the secrets of the Babylon?

Nozomi : Just an occasion don't forget of who you trust, Mr.Sonic.

Sonic : Thanks kid. I won't forget.

*Nozomi hoods herself back as the racer*

Mysterious Racer/Nozomi : We haven't much time left. We need to prepare our selves for the semi-finals.

Mysterious Racer 2 (Sayaka Miyata) : Trust me, we can win this. We can do it together, what do you say, foxy friend. What are you going to do? If Mr. Sonic can't be one with the wind, well...I bet there is a little idea in that head of yours.

Tails : Great idea! I am going to build you a better extreme gear and it's going to faster than ever! It will be named the Blue Star II!

Mysterious Racer/Nozomi : That's the spirit, my foxy friend! Okay, everyone let's head to the semi-finals!

*meanwhile...*

Inky Jr : *snickers* One they fall...they are gone. One will rise, they live.

*images flashes*

Inky Jr : After the last one will meet their match, I am going to savor this kind in the future, there is one person that I shall meet in this ever lasting future. Thinking about those, who would carry a true savior on bringing Brooklyn to it's peace. These lies, these cursed worlds, all of it's people shall make their grudges who would ever lay waste of this planet.

Medusa Gorgon : At long last, I've finally found you this time, demon. But I will make insanity unleash into this planet, hell will rise, and Chaos will reing supreme. You are merely a demon of ink that I used to create the Black Blood, with the powers of darkness be unleashing into the atmosphere or even the galaxy, the milky way will be doomed forever and then we'll see which of us is last to meet the planet's end. Who's the dumbest of this world now, I can't bear witness Maka's face when I make Crona to destroy their beloved planet. Who cares about the boy legacy that was the very beginning to have Demon Vibe's revenge. And with that, I could even get away with everything that I got from the Kusakabe's existence.

Inky Jr : What part of ending the world that you don't understand? But I understand clearly that you wanted put an end to the boy's legacy, like what we did to a bunch of evil villains like you wanted to meet this world's end.

Medusa Gorgon : It's over demon! My plans are working perfectly! I have already unleashing the Kishin that will destroy this planet and you won't make a fool out of me. The boy's legacy was the beginning of everything that has accomplished! I will unleash the destruction to end all! I will become queen of the Galaxy, and once the world is destroyed so as much of this planet! I can get away with everything that I have planned for and you will have to take the blame for it! YOU CANNOT OUTSMART, POWER TO THE WITCH IS INEVITABLE, WE WITCHES ARE SUPERIOR! HUMANS, WITCHES, AND DEMONS AS WELL, ARE SUCH A PITIFUL RACE TO THINK THAT WE WOULD BE THE ONES GETTING AWAY WITH IT...!

Inky Albarn : If it wasn't for Maka and my meddling self, our beautiful meddling selves. So what do you think you're doing, Witch?

*Medusa in horror*

Medusa Gorgon : What the--!? *turns and sees Inky and Sammy*

Sammy Lawerence : I heard the whole thing from you, criminal. What part of ending world thing about letting Gods bringing chaos to planets like this one? You are the ones that are those responisble for the outcome. So what were you doing something for yourself from the other witches?

Medusa Gorgon : *Gasping* I...I was preparing my plan of ending the world so that we could finally bring an end to the legacy belonging to the boy named, Shinra!

Inky Albarn : In attempt of ending the planet by committing genocide. I...don't...THINK SO!!! *with a distorted voice* YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR ARROGANCE AND YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS! YOUR DISOBEDIENCE MEANS NOTHING TO ME, WE DEMONS ARE FAR SURPERIOR THAN WITCHES LIKE YOU!!! AND I DEMAND YOU JUSTICE TO BRING HEARTLESS NUMBSKULLS LIKE YOU ALL THE TIME! VILLAINS THAT GOES INSANE, STAYS INSANE! AND I COULD NEVER LET A STUPID AND AGRESSIVE B*TCH LIKE YOU THAT GETS AWAY WITH IT! But don't worry, this will teach you a lesson!

Medusa Gorgon : What are you saying!?

Inky Albarn : I'm saying that this...is the real you!

*pulls out the real Medusa Gorgon*

Inky Albarn : You call yourself a witch? You're just a monster who bents on nothing but destruction, all you can do is carry out orders from Ansem, looks like that I have finall turned the tables on what villains who committed genocide or omnicide, can be a real pain. Now my son, show these ape-sh*t villains like her how we demons mean business to ourselves, we can finally put an end to knuckleheads once for and all!

Inky Jr : With pleasure...! *sinister laugh+does a corna sign*

*DBZ SFX : Boom*

Medusa Gorgon (Fake) : NO! SAMMY! WE HAD A DEAL! I WAS BORN TO CARRY OUT DESTRUCTION, I GAVE CRONA LIFE AND THIS IS HOW DEMONS LIKE YOU WOULD REPAY ME FOR WHAT I'VE DID! I MAXED OUT MY STUDENT LOANS FROM BOSTON TO DESTROY THE BOY'S LEGACY! I MUST KILL SHINRA, KILL MAKA! KILL EVERYTHING THAT DARES STAND IN MY WAY! I HAVE THE INK THAT IS THE SAMPLE OF THE BLACK BLOOD AND WE NEEDED FOR THE KISHIN! DO YOU HEAR ME, THE BOY'S LEGACY MUST BE DESTROYED!

Inky Albarn : You mean like this!

*Inky is holding a big needle containing the Black Blood*

*WHOOSH+BREAK*

Inky Albarn : Oops! Did I broke it? That must've hurt. I'm sorry but this isn't your blood to control with, it's ours to control you and these humans as well. This between me and Maka, not you! You won't be facing your problems any more.

*the Black Blood is revealed to be Ink controlled by her*

Inky Albarn : I am lean green machine that will make their problems go away. We are the demons of Darkness, we are the ones that controls the night that is ours. We are superior, we are the Ink Demons!

Medusa Gorgon (fake) : *Growls furiously* I'LL KILL YOU ALL! I KILL YOU EVERYTHING FOR THIS! I'LL KILL YOU ALL TO HELL!!! YOU HEAR ME!?! YOU ARE ALL GOING TO--!!!

*Inky impales through Medusa with her hand*

Medusa Gorgon (fake) : AUUGHHHH!!! *gags* Y...You! How...dare you! How dare you do this to me!

*Copies of female anime/manga characters appears from the Ink*

Inky Albarn : Now this is gonna be awesome! Heheheheheh! You are so dead when you are to be a great snake, faker! Now my pets, throw that faker into the light, with justice and honor!

Medusa Gorgon (fake) : No! Stop! I was given from birth to...Pure destruction! I forbid you all from ruining my plans!

Inky Albarn : And I forbid you to do it.

*DBZ SFX : Explosion+Wave*

*Fake Medusa screams from her death*

Inky Albarn : Look at you. Even a heartless like you, you tried so hard of ending the boy's legacy by destroying the world with darkness, but now you've been destroyed by the light itself. You are nothing but dog sh*t from ever being a villain. Hope this is what you wanted right? Nobody in the world would dare stand in their way. Or our way as usual like the good old days.

*Inky snickers*

~ Special Level : Honor with Justice and Respect ~

[honey-milk-depresso]

That Flower Shop in Mondstadt (Various Mondstadt Characters)

“Oh! Mr. Diluc!” Diluc comes to your flower boutique every morning to pick up new flowers to replace to freshen up his winery which was just next door to your boutique. You always wonder why such a wealthy man would wanna buy flowers from your plain, humble shop. He had all the money in the world to buy much more beautiful flowers from much more famous and luxurious flower boutiques, so why buy here? Well, you weren’t one to question him, and you didn’t mind him.

“Good morning,” he simply stated as he went back to looking at the flowers.

“Those windwheel asters....did they come in yesterday?”

“Yeah! My family is constantly harvesting flowers, and I’m trying my best to help them!”

Your family run a farm all the way back in Liyue where they not just sell flowers, but fruits and vegetables too. 

“Are you perhaps preparing for the Windblume Festival to take place? You sure have a loaded amount of it, as well as cecilias.”

“Well, I told them that and asked if they can import more of those flowers to, you know..”

“Economics.”

You giggled at his statement.

Your shop was at hot topic during the Windblume Festival. Not only were your flowers good quality, but they were cheap too, something you prided over your shop.

“Anyways, I would like to buy these windwheel asters.”

“Alright!”

After paying for his flowers, you greeted him.

“Hope you have a nice Windblume Festival, Diluc!”

It wasn’t visible, but his face was printed with a small smile on his delicate features.

“You too.”

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“Good afternoon, y/n!”

“Hi, y/n!”

“Jean! Barbara! Welcome!”

Jean and Barbara, the two beautiful sisters, would always come here to visit your boutique to check out new flowers and, of course check up on their best friend, you. Always in the early afternoon.

“So, y/n. What tea have you brewed today?”

“Some osmanthus tea.”

Your family love delivering herbs to you, just so you won’t miss the taste of home. You found that really sweet, and also a great opportunity to share this earthy tea to others not from Liyue.

“Ooh! Nice!”

You poured the tea into three teacups as the smell of the osmanthus tea wafted through the air which helped calm the atmosphere of the tranquil boutique.

“One for you and one for you.”

“Thanks y/n!”

“Thank you very much, y/n.”

“Hope you have a wonderful Windblume Festival!”

“You too!”

“Yeah!”

You three giggled.

“Cheers!”

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“See you got super excited over the Windblume decorations of your store, y/n!”

“Yes, hello Venti.”

The bard would come to your boutique randomly, but always in the afternoon. He likes coming to your boutique to talk about many things and he even offered to play some music for some “boutique jazz” is what he liked to call.

“Say, I like those turquoise and gold banners you have this year!”

“You don’t say?”

“Mhm! Anyways, do you still have some of that, ahem, osmanthus wine of yours your family is also well known for?~” he raised his eyebrows with that, oh so, suggestive smirk. He might be cute, but he was very much a mischievous bard.

“Yes, yes, I do,” you smiled and rolled your eyes, taking out the auburn bottle with a yellow gold and white label on it.

“Ahahahaha! Wonderful! As thanks, I’d like to invite you to be one of my pupils!”

Oh, you know this. He always does it every Windblume Festival where he would get people and teach people on how to write a good poem. Looks like you made pre-payment for a class you haven’t attend yet.

“Oh, no, I really shouldn’t! Ahehe...”

“Oh where’s the fun, y/n? It’ll be way more fun than last year! Promise!”

You sighed. That’s what he said every year. But you couldn’t resist thos adorable puppy eyes he was giving you. Ah, he’s lucky he’s cute.

“Alright, fine.”

“That’s the spirit, y/n! Meet you at five in the evening! Have a wonderful Windblume Festival!”

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“Albedo.”

“Y/n”

Albedo came here to buy your flowers and use them for experiements.

Sometimes he came with Sucrose but it looks like today he came alone.

“Any flowers you would like to buy?”

“Hmmm, yes. Those qinxings and wolfhooks over there.”

“Alright.”

As he finished paying, he asked you, “So, y/n. Have any plans for today’s Windblume Festival?”

“Oh, eh, yeah. Just recently. Venti asked me to participate in his poetry class,” you sighed.

He simply chuckled. “Well, that’s nice.”

He gave you an amber stone, on it, or more like inside it, was a cecilia.

“I was experimenting with minerals and in the process I made this. I found it quite beautiful, so I thought maybe I should give it to you for the Windblume Festival.”

You smiled softly. “Yeah, it really is beautiful. Thank you so much, Albedo!”

“You too!”

“Oh yeah, tell Sucrose I said hi!”

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“K-Kaeya??”

“Why if it isn’t the Lady Silk Flower herself, y/n!”

“Please stop calling me that...”

Kaeya was that flirtatious knight, as well as Diluc’s brother. He would always be at Diluc’s winery to drink together with Venti and Rosaria. He’s not really there to buy flowers, more so of your osmanthus wine you sold, but he’s not really a regular customer, nor was he a rare visitor. Usually in the evening. But as charming as he is, why did he want to learn poetry when he’s a natural at being a poetic and constructive flirter?

“Well, Venti, what do you say?”

“Deal!”

You groaned internally. Great, now there’s homework.

“So, Silk Flower, what are you going to be writing about?” Kaeya asked as he gave you a playful smirk.

As much as this guy was pulling at your nerves, you couldn’t help but swoon internally of how fine he looks. That damn knight.

“Love,” you said as your facial features remain stoic.

“Ahahaha! Oh you!”

There was a comfortable silence between the both of you.

“Why not tomorrow at seven in the evening I invite you over to the Dawn Winery? Hm?~ Don’t worry, the drinks are on me.”

“I don’t really drink, but, if you want, I can bring a bottle of my family’s osmanthus wine?” you offered.

He simply let out a soft chuckle before he used his hand and gently grab your chin and tilted you up to face him.

“I just want you, though.~”

You blushed a crimson red before you pushed him away. “Oh shush! You want my wine or not?!”

“Of course , of course!” he laughed

Geez.

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“Hm?”

“Surprise!”

Dawn Winery was filled with all the familiar faces. From Diluc to Sucrose and even Albedo was there, smiling.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s a thank you party of course!”

“Thank you party?”

“Yes,” now Diluc got your attention, “Before Windblume, I saw you working day in and out to import and export flowers, and of course your family wine. We just wanted to thank you and that we appreciate your hard work, y/n. You’re flowers and presence really freshen and lighten our day.”

“Mhm! Now come sit down and be merry with us, y/n!” Venti exclaimed with that drunk smile of his.

“You-you guys...you really didn’t have to do this.”

“Of course we had to, y/n,” Jean smiled warmly.

Barbara nodded. “Yeah! You deserve it!”

Albedo simply nodded.

“But-”

Diluc cut you off as he pat your head to which you instantly shut up and looked at him with a slightly red face.

“Yes. Yes you do, y/n. Now, let us enjoy this moment together. All of us.”

Now he really smiled.

[saint-cichol-is-watching]

Hi! Your human AU is so cute! The last one had my heart melting! If it´s okay can I ask for Mammon headcannons. Please.

Sure thing sweetie (but please can someone remind tomorrow to do Satan too before I forget him again lmao)

As far as first impressions go, your impression of Mammon was to say the least... not very good.

You had moved before he did, more or less five to six months earlier.

So you had been here to see him move in. Well.. .'hear' him move in. Because what a ruckus he caused. You had watched him boss five boys all roughly around his age around to carry those boxes of him inside his new apartment, only to be approached by behind by a tall, dark-haired man with a terrifying aura who seemed really mad.

This was how you learned the name of your new neighbor, when that dark-haired man's voice boomed across the hall, almost yelling his name, while the 'MAMMMMOOOON' in question cowered in fear in a corner.

This was enough for you to decide to finally head back into your apartment, hopefully unnoticed, definitely unimpressed and almost already annoyed by that new neighbor of yours.

It took you a while to see him again after. Well... It took him a week. When his food supplies ran out and he decided money for food was money lost when he could just play the puppy-eyes card to his neighbor.

So he knocked at your door and, as you were home, you answered. Decision you almost came to regret five seconds later.

'Yo... I need some food, do ya have some?'

Well first of all... Rude. You were quite convinced man did not even bother to learn your name, and without a hello, a please or a thanks he asked you to come into your fridge and steal some of your food.

On a normal day you would probably have said, and yet you were tired and somehow even though you had never even exchanged 'hello's with him you knew deep in your gut that this 'Mammon' could and would stay moaning and crying behind your door for some food.

'Like a puppy' You thought and a smile appeared on your face for just a mili-second before you suppressed immediately.

'Why are ya smiling like that?' His voice is what brought you back to reality and looking at him for a second trying to make a decision, you chose that a bag of chips and a bottle of water were definitely worth losing if it meant you would sleep soundly tonight.

You could say this was a bad move. Because the next night here he was again knocking on your door asking for food.

Same as the other night you obliged. So he came again, and again, and again, until days suddenly turned into weeks, and weeks turned into a month. A month of giving him what he needed to survive without receiving anything other than 'a poor see ya tomorrow'.

You were not really fed up about giving him some food, in fact it kinda reminded you of feeding a stray cat, in a month you even started taking the habit of cooking bigger meals just so he could have some. What was annoying however was the lack of thanks you receiving from that human actually talking person.

So you took the matter into your own hands and when he came that night you still offered him some food. Except this time as soon you saw him try to reach out and take the plate you retracted your hand and hid it behind your back, looking at him straight in the eyes.

‘What do we say?’ You asked in a tone very reminiscent of a parent scolding a child, and Mammon looked at you quite confused.

‘When someone feeds you out of the greatness of their heart what do we say to them, Mammon ?´ you asked again, but the man just tilted his head to the side. You sighed : ‘We say thanks Mammon, ‘thank you for preparing some food for me every single night for a almost a month, neighbor-that-i-do-not-even-know-the-name-of’ is even better actually’

With a little more encouragement, you finally saw his lips move as he (begrudgingly) said ‘thanks’. Feeling satisfied with this you handed him his plate which he had to search for as he would just not meet your eye anymore.

‘Let me guess…’ you said ‘Only child? Or youngest’

That seemed to make him perk up as he finally raised his head and told you that not only was he not an only child, he actually had seven siblings in total and that amongst all of them he was actually the second oldest.

He talked a bit about his brothers and sister, which mostly consisted of complaints but it made you smile. While you had grown attached to him like you would an oversized puppy you had never known anything real about him so hearing him talk about his finally was a welcomed surprised.

‘You know what?’ You finally said ‘Your plate must be cold by now let me reheat it, and why don’t we eat together’

He seemed quite taken aback but soon enough you heard mutter a : ‘Well if you really wanna’ before walking the line of your door still looking quite sheepish for someone’s who presented himself with quite some confidence.

You ate and talked for a while, even got him to agree that he if wanted to eat here with you every night, something he seemed quite adamant about for some reasons that you did not know (you) he needed to participate a bit in your grocery shopping, a thing he promised even though it had seemed to have taken a piece out of his heart.

‘By the way’ you heard him murmur as he was getting ready to go home, looking unusually shy like a school boy who just had his first crush ‘I do know your name y/n’ he then said and you felt your cheeks warming up.

(Asmo came to visit his big brother a week later and met you, his cute little neighbor, by accident and immediately started flirting. Mammon who immediately felt his sixth sense, a.k.a his Y/N is mine radar, tingling and he flew out of his apartment just in time to grab you and hold you close to his chest barking something about you being ‘HIS neighbor’)

HEADCANON/DRABBLE REQUESTS ARE OPEN | ALL NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR HEADCANONS

[yanderememes]

Solitary Love (Yandere Giorno x Reader) Chapter 9

Art Credit: @toffee-arts

Here's the costume I had in mind for reader!

Here's the costume for Giorno!

Chapter 9 is here, yan!Gio simps 🥴 this one came out pretty fast, huh? I've had this in the archives for months BEFORE I even wrote chapter 1 lol. So it was just a matter of publishing it and editing.

For those who have been following this series, THIS is the chapter yall have really been waiting for and I really wanna thank you for your patience. After this, I finally have a better direction of where this series is headed and what I want the readers to take away from it. I'm excited to share it with all of you! 😊

I actually used a few references from other entertainment media when I was writing this chapter. I wonder if anyone will be able to figure them out?

Enjoy ❤️

Disclaimer: I do not condone yandere behavior in real life. All Jojo characters are aged-up on this blog (18+)

1 day left before departure

It was the last day here in Italy for you and your class and what better way to spend it at the Carnival of Venice? Tomorrow is technically your last day but it’ll just be a day spent getting ready to leave to go to the airport, so it didn’t count.

You opted to wear a more classy and extravagant look by wearing a costume that resembled Renaissance royalty. A beautiful frilly dress filled with colors shining of pink, gold, and white. Donning a bulky pearl necklace and wearing pink wedges, you truly did appear like a noble from the Renaissance. The mask you chose to wear was relatively simple in design and style. Nothing too extravagant considering your dress would be the star of the show tonight.

Of course, the Carnival of Venice had to be attended nearing nighttime. It was a dark night out but the city lights and the lights from the carnival made it seem like the dark night sky was only a mirror image. With everyone so joyful with their dancing and singing, it lifted your spirits up as well. You truly couldn’t have wished for a better farewell party.

Your class had split up into their usual friend groups and wandered around enjoying the carnival. But truly, the most amazing aspect and cultural significance of this carnival were the costumes worn and the uniqueness each held. None were ever the same and it really got to show everyone’s character. You probably spent more time taking photos of the event and people than participate in the festivities themselves.

After spending quite some time watching the street performances and just having fun, your friend suggested that the group rest at a nearby pub. When you sat down, you could hear the sound of paper crumpling from behind you.

‘Huh?’ you wondered where that came that. You could feel something in your inner pockets and it was making the same crumpling sounds you heard earlier. Reaching within your pockets you pull out a piece of paper that seems to be addressed to you:

Y/N,

Please meet me on top of the staircase just northwest of the Carnevale di Venezia. I await patiently for your arrival.

No one signed it off. An anonymous sender? But who could it be? You thought this might be a prank or sent to the wrong person but taking a second look at the letter, it clearly had your name printed on it. Could it be someone you know?

Your friend peered over to read the letter with you, “Who is it?”

“I don’t know. They didn’t leave a name.”

“Are you gonna go?”

Honestly, you didn’t know how to answer that. Your gut was telling you no and would probably spell out bad news. But you were so curious as to who it might be. You know it’ll bother you throughout the day if you just let it go.

“Will you guys come with me? Just in case things go south?”

Nodding their heads, you felt your worries decrease a little, knowing you’ll at least have your friends present. You all made your way to the rendezvous point the letter spoke about.

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Reaching the supposed location the letter had described, you asked your friends to keep their distance and watch from afar as you were about to meet your mystery person. Honoring your wishes, your friends hid around the corner of the streets as they watched you ascend the stairs.

When you got to the top of the stairs, you didn’t see a soul in sight. It was dark with the only illumination coming from the street lights. You held your phone close to you in case this little meet-up goes wrong. You hope it wasn’t some sort of prank and you’d get stood up again. Especially on your last day here when you’re supposed to be enjoying the carnival.

“Y/N, I’m glad you made it”

That voice. It could only belong to one man you knew. A certain blonde.

Emerging from the darkness, there stood before you was Giorno. You almost didn’t recognize him with the dark night covering your surroundings but you do recognize his voice. Giorno wore a mask that partially covered his face but those golden curls were unmistakable.

He was in costume. He was attending the carnival too? Donning a red suit vest with intricate floral designs and a black cape, he wore matching black leather gloves. His mask was a white crescent-like mask that only covered the right side of his face. To be honest, his costume wasn’t far from what he usually wears whenever you see him. Giorno was always a stylish man.

“It’s so good to see you,” he inched forward.

Is it? An inkling of anxiety was creeping up on you but couldn’t identify exactly why.

“Giorno… were you the one who left the letter?”

“Si (yes). Could you spare me a little of your time, y/n? There’s something I’d like you to see.”

You didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of going somewhere else with Giorno. Not right now, this late at night. “Oh, sorry. I can’t. I have to go soon.” you politely declined, trying to hide your discomfort.

“It’ll only be a few minutes. 5 minutes, max.” he insisted.

“Uh-” glancing at your friends who were still peeking over the corner, you had hoped they would get your message pleading for help. “I really can’t-”

“I’ll set a timer on my watch. Once it rings, I’ll immediately let you go. How about it?”

This wasn’t the first time he didn’t take no for an answer. Giorno surely had a way with words and to persuade someone. He was making this difficult for you to continue denying his offer. But you have to wonder, since when did you become so suspicious of him?

Moving your eyes towards your friends once again, they didn’t appear to understand the situation you currently were in or how you were begging for them to help you. They just stayed in their positions, watching this all unfold.

“I-I don’t know…” you couldn’t even look him in the eyes and say this. You began fidgeting with your hands with your head down, making you appear weak and small against him.

“5 minutes, I promise,” he says in a reassuring tone.

You say nothing. Every fibre in your being was screaming at you to refuse. To say no. Why were you so weary of Giorno’s intentions? Wasn’t he a good guy? Hasn’t he always treated you with respect? Your pals were getting sweaty and your face felt hot.

“Trust me,” is all Giorno says as he smiles, offering his hand out to you.

You finally hold your head up and take a good look at him. Again, it was hard to read his face, not just because he had a mask on but he truly was an enigma. “O-okay…” you accept and meekly take his hand.

With your hands touching, Giorno softly grips onto your hand and begins to walk you away from the lively and vibrant carnival and deeper into dark territory. The sounds of laughter and the livelihood of people began to diminish as he walked you further away.

You both say nothing but walk in silence together, with his hand guiding yours. You slowly began questioning who Giorno is. His honeyed voice, his angelic face, and refined posture signalled prestige and power. He looked like a prince that came out of a fairytale with those golden rolls and luscious locks. But from the short time you’ve known him, you know it's all just a persona. You were beginning to feel nervous around him but his charisma is what’s pulling you in. Forcing you to stay against your better judgment.

Eventually, he brings you to a stop at the docks of the Venice waters where a gondola awaited the two of you. Never letting go of your hand, Giorno stepped down on the gondola first before helping you get on board, motioning you to sit at the passenger’s cabin. Letting go of your hand and ensuring you were properly seated, he grabbed the oar and began rowing down the Grand Canal.

The night was eerie and quiet with the full moon out, bright and shining that you can see its reflection shimmering among the Venice waters. Despite surrounding buildings and restaurants around the Grand Canal, it was strangely empty. No sign of life anywhere except for the two of you on the gondola. You found this odd as Italy thrived in nightlife with restaurants booming, bar hopping, and partying. But for some strange reason, everything was closed like they all collectively decided to shut down for this particular night.

It was bizarre, even though the Carnival of Venice attracted a great many guests, there should still be life happening outside too.

But there was none. It was desolate, like an abandoned city. ‘Closed’ signs can be seen hanging everywhere. It felt like you and Giorno were the only people left in this area. The sound of the water rowing was the only thing breaking this otherwise deafening silence.

You were beginning to seriously regret your decision to accept Giorno’s offer. He was a stranger for crying out loud! Yet you agreed to follow him to God only knows where?!

But it was too late to say anything now. He did promise he’d take you back the moment his watch sounded the alarm. You slowly and surely were beginning to realize that Giorno must wield power. Unimaginable power that you can only hope to understand. Or rather, pray you never know the truth of who he really is behind that mask.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realize the gondola came to a halt in front of some obscure building. Unlike the rendezvous point where Giorno had asked you to meet him just moments before you got on the gondola, this place he took you to was pitch black. Not a shred of light is available unless you count the moon’s shining reflection glistering against the Grand Canal. It was hard to make out anything. But this area seems to be abandoned.

Giorno took a step off the gondola and onto the mainland. Extending his hand out to help you get off the gondola, you accepted. The two of you walked deeper inside this ominous building, with Giorno taking the lead.

If you were to describe this building despite having no source of light to point out every detail, you could make out that there were some broken windows with shattered glass still left on the floor. However, it looked very old and aesthetic-wise, it was similar to medieval castles with cobwebs taking up most of the corners and dust everywhere. The building appeared to be made out of bricks which have since rusted significantly due to the longevity of when it was built.

Trying to get your bearings together and looking around this abandoned building, your eye caught onto a single candle lit about 10 metres to your right. Its bright red-orange flame flickered in this darkness and almost seemed… magical? It sparkled and lit up with a 2 to 3 metres radius. From where you were standing, you could vaguely see that the candle has been sitting there for a while as the wax was dripping ever so slowly.

Feeling somewhat a gravitational pull towards the candle, you slowly began to move your feet in the direction of the candle, completely to have forgotten that you were with Giorno. With the blonde nowhere in sight and not making so much as a peep to stop you, you had no reason to stop in your tracks. For whatever reason, it seemed to call to you. You couldn’t look away. Inching ever so slowly to the brightly lit candle, it felt as if you were hypnotized. You had this urge of wanting to grab it.

10 metres. 9 metres. 8 metres. 6 metres.

You were so close. The shining of its flame almost blinded your eyes as you got closer. But you didn’t care. Your mind was empty and your body was moving on its own. You were entranced.

5 metres. 4 metres. 3 metres. 2 metres.

Your arm reaching out to the candle. The candle is almost within your grasp. Just a few inches more and it would be yours. It's within the palm of your hands!

Your fingertips barely grazed the wax before sudden lightheadedness washed over you and your vision became blurred. You could feel yourself tipping over and losing your footing. You were quickly succumbing to whatever effects had taken a toll on your body and slowly losing consciousness. Your knees felt so weak and heavy. You think you’re falling but aren’t sure. Too little oxygen was pumping to your brain to allow you to register what’s going on right now.

Strangely, you don’t feel the impact of your fall before losing all consciousness and blacking out as a strong pair of arms caught you.

“Let’s go home now, cara mia”

[difx-writes]

Wildest Dreams - In the Death of the Night

Masterlist

After turning 10 and losing her soulmate, Marinette would imagine how Damian Wayne would be.

Would he be tall or short? Did he have blond hair or brown or did he dyed it? Would he be shy or have a bold personality? Perhaps he was an artistic soul, a poet, a writer? Or would he be a baker like her parents? Why did his last name change?

The wonders and questions took over her mind for days with no end.

On good days, she imagined how he would interact with her friends, how her parents would take him in as their own son, how he would fit into her life.

She liked to talk to him, pretending there, alive, with her. She asked his opinion on what to wear, how she should do her hair, what colors with go well with the design. He was her voice of reason. Talking to "Damian" brought a smile to her face, even when she knew she was deluding herself.

On bad days, she pretended he was right there with her, comforting her, encouraging her, whispering that everything would be alright... Sometimes it worked and she felt better the next days but most times she felt bitter, she felt robbed of a future where he was in her life.

The realization that the person she was supposed to share her soul with was no longer alive, that his death was painful, gruesome, and... lonely... It always ended with her taking a few days to prevent a breakdown...

When she turned 13, Hawkmoth appeared and Marinette became Ladybug, the hero of Paris.

Soon after, Marinette stopped talking with "Damian", she couldn't afford to wonder about him anymore. She couldn't afford the bliss of her own delusions. She couldn't afford to let herself grief and fall pray to Hawkmoth's manipulation.

As she couldn't fail Paris and its citizens, Damian Wayne mostly disappeared from her life.

But there were days when her “friends” demanded a lot from her, akumas were too violent and draining and everything was just too much, those the godawful days.

On godawful days she wished Damian was there to take her away to a place she could feel she belonged. Away from everything to a place she could call a home.

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Most nights Damian recalls a voice talking to him during the time he was dead.

His soulmate, he supposed, talked to him regularly, she started her day asking his opinion on her outfit for the day, when at home she would tell him how her day went, what she did with her friends, what she learned in class, etc...

At first, Damian was pretty much annoyed that he couldn't "rest in peace" with all the noise pollution but after a few weeks, he slowly started to tolerate her talking to him.

Unfortunately, he couldn't talk to her nor see her very clearly so it was a pleasant surprise when Marinette would ask his opinion to make a decision, she always picked what he chooses.

Perhaps it was their bond that allowed her to know what he was thinking without actually hearing each other's thoughts. Or maybe they were more in sync with one another. Most likely it was pure luck on her part. (Him being dead is enough proof of how bad his luck was.)

In the months he was dead, Damian learned a grand lot Marinette. He liked how she made him feel he wasn't alone, like how her voice calmed him when he remembered the family he left behind in his death. Marinette was his only lighthouse in the vast void of the afterlife

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Impotent, despair, and hopeless.

That's how Damian felt every time Marinette had to relive his death. He hated it so much. She didn't deserve that and it broke his heart every damn time.

Why did he have to die? Why did it have to be in such a painful way? Why did she have to feel it on repeat over and over and over again? Was it a twisted way the universe tried to make them reunited? If they can't find each other in life, then they can be together in death? That isn't right!

But it always hurts more when she wakes up and talks to him. Wondering if he was happy and in peace, in wherever place he ended up.

He was there but she didn't know.

He felt sick.

After being revived, Damian felt an immense sense of loss. Sure, he was kinda happy to reunite with his family and grateful for being alive again, but he missed her.

It was difficult to readjust to being alive again, it was crystal clear that Damian Wayne wasn't okay. What hurts him the most was how her name turned into a scar on his wrist.

During the day paranoia settled in making him always on high alert, lashing out when it got too much for him.

In the night, he couldn't sleep properly as a feeling of unease latched onto his every nerve and when he did sleep, nightmares plagued him.

Damian tried to calm down in various ways, but ultimately it was Marinette's voice that soothed him and lulled him to sleep.

It quickly became a habit to replay their one-sided conversations as he tries to fall asleep.

He went over what Marinette Dupain-Cheng spoke to him time and time again as to engrave her voice in his mind. Unfortunately, her voice was fading away, every time he recalled it, he hear his own voice.

At least some memories remained, which was relieving for Damian, even when important ones like what language she spoke or the name of her school were completely wiped out.

He never told his family his experience while he was dead, he guesses Jason was the most likely to know about it but he never brought it up to anyone, so Damian did the same.

Now he was lying in bed, remembering about the time Marinette tried embroidery for the first time.

She started by searching up what she wanted it to be and after much talking, she chose a Robin, Damian smile at the eagerness he felt for her to chose it. It was a fun day, with her making comments here and there about the work, he wishes he could see it.

A knock woke him up of his thoughts, Alfred emerging from the door.

"Master Damian, I'm here to inform you a guest will be joining us for tomorrow's dinner."

"Whose guest?" He didn't really feel like dealing with new people.

"It's Master Jason's guest."

Damian groans, perhaps he could go visit Kent.

"It would be in your best interest to participate, Master Damian." Alfred gave him a look.

He sighed, definitely can't miss tomorrow or he'll have to face Pennyworth.

So, I've written another chapter while listening to a sad song on repeat :') I know it doesn’t really connect to the last chapter but I wasn’t feeling okay and didn’t know how to continue from where I left off.

I hope y’all enjoyed this and have a nice day!

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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 14

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

Going to Florida on vacation also seemed to be the perfect time to find out where the other boys came from and their pasts. 

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter warning(s): The boys share their pasts, which can be rough. Mentions of suicide, past abuse, PTSD. There’s also quite some drinking in this chapter.

“He’s fine. Just a little bit too much sun.” You chuckled in a whisper, tucking Jin under the blanket. With that, you exited the room with the 6 others. The oldest had felt a little faint after playing in the sun, which led to his current state.

“We should-”

RINGGGGGGG

“Ugh, one minute.” Jimin took his phone out of his pocket, walking away to answer his call. You and Jungkook looked at each other, shrugging. You headed to the living room, with you draping your legs over Hoseok to watch television, not that Hoseok minded.

“Jin hyung is asleep... That means his snacks are unguarded!” Jungkook shot up from the couch, running to the pantry.

“Nothing stand between him and food.” Taehyung raised an eyebrow. Namjoon shook his head and chuckled, bidding all of you goodbye before leaving with a book tucked under his arm.

“What’s for dinner?” Yoongi asked.

“I think steak and pasta.” Jungkook said, mouth stuffed to the brim with cookies. The staff that worked here had the same schedule as those back in Korea.

“What shall we do tonight?”

“I don’t know. We should stay in on our first night. To just... chill.” Hoseok shrugged and everyone nodded in agreement.

“Even when we put a vacation notice out, work doesn’t seem to stop coming.” Jimin stormed in, complaining. Taehyung raised an eyebrow at his best friend, shifting to let him sit on the couch.

“That’s what you get for opening a new place 2 weeks before the vacation. And a big place, with a lot of manpower needed.” Jungkook scoffed. Jimin sighed, full of regret. He had opened a new male host lounge for ladies 2 weeks ago and safe to say, the business was booming. His phone was ringing non-stop from wanting business partners.

“I’ll just leave it to the others to handle.” Jimin said.

“Yeah, put the phone away. You’re here to relax.” You put your hands behind your head.

“I’m guessing you did the same?” Yoongi faced you.

“My family knows I’m on vacation. There’s an emergency number if they really need to reach me, which I doubt they will. It’s my last vacation before I have to hear my mother start nagging me again.” You rolled your eyes.

“Nag you?” Taehyung tilted his head.

“My brother’s, her star child, is coming into town with my very pregnant sister-in-law for the birth of her second grandchild.” You explained and the boys all nodded, understanding. At the ball where they met your parents, there was a brief mention of your older brother.

“I was an only child. Never had siblings. Omma was worried that if she had another, he or she would come out sick like me.” Jimin forced a smile.

“I’m sorry, Chim.” You reached over to hold his hand.

“It’s okay. Fortunately, Yoongi hyung was there to break me out of the hospital.” He turned to the older, who was sitting on the adjacent couch, sipping from his red wine glass.

“You broke him out of a hospital?” Your eyes widened. Yoongi let out a long sigh, placing his glass on the table.

“Since she couldn’t figure out the reason why Jimin was always sick, Mrs Park thought the only way to provide Jimin the care he needed was to lock him in a hospital.” He explained. Jimin cleared his throat.

“I first met Yoongi hyung at a martial arts convention. Since I used to train in kendo, omma let me go but I couldn’t participate in the demonstration. When he found out that omma checked me into the hospital, he got me out and brought me to join the family. Even when I was sick, Yoongi hyung and Namjoon hyung took care of me.” Jimin gave a small smile.

“I mean, since we’re telling our family stories, my mother abandoned me when I was younger, at an amusement park. I joined an orphanage after.” Hoseok said.

“Yoongi hyung’s father adopted me to be hyung’s playmate but that was it. We could only see each other during playtime. Other than that, I stayed in the small hut in the backyard.” Hoseok continued.

“It was practically a tool shed with a mattress.” Yoongi said bitterly.

“Yoongi, so your father...”

“He was rich, powerful, as was Namjoon’s father. We had been friends for a long time since our fathers were friends. After our fathers died, we dissolved their associations and formed our own.” Yoongi explained.

“I see... I didn’t know both your fathers were also... in the same line of business.” You tried to speak.

“With the way my father treated Hoseok and my mother, we don’t bring him up. Same with Namjoon.” Yoongi said but there was a warning tone in his voice.

“I-Is it, my turn?” Jungkook lifted his head.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You comforted. Jungkook took a deep breath, shaking his head. If anything, he trusted you and wanted you to know his background.

“I was quite a small kid, so I was generally quite quiet in school. I had one older brother. Mum and dad worked a lot so it was mostly my brother and me. At first, hyung was the best brother I could ever ask for. He took care of me, protected me, everything.” Jungkook gulped.

“Then one day, he started treating me like I was invisible, at school and at home. That progressed to him hitting me and bullying me, hurting me.” He said sadly.

“Jungkook...” Jimin said sadly.

“Namjoon hyung was passing by an alley when my brother almost beat me to death. He brought me to the hospital to get treated. Since then, I’ve been living with him.” Jungkook finished.

“Did your parents come find you?” You asked.

“They never believed me when I told them hyung hurt me. He must have told them I ran away or something since he thinks he left me for dead.” 

“But you’re stronger now.” Taehyung patted Jungkook’s head. Considering Taehyung didn’t start his background story, the others assumed that he already told you about him.

“Dinner is served.” The butler informed, breaking the thick tension in the air from all the heavy conversations. 

“I’ll get the others.” You said, going to head upstairs. The first person you checked on was Jin, he was still fast asleep, which you let him be. Namjoon was standing in the hallways, outside of Jin’s bedroom.

“I heard what the boys told you.” He said. You nodded your head in acknowledgement.

“(y/n), I think you know that with such backgrounds, it’s not all black and white for them. On top of always falling ill, Jimin lived with a fear of being a burden, like how his own mother treated him. Yoongi hyung lives with the guilt of how his father treated Hoseok. He feels the need to make it up to him with his life.” Namjoon started.

“Hoseok is afraid of abandonment. Taehyung dealt with meltdowns, panic attacks, so much trauma. You’ve seen it, he’s still not over what happened to him.”

“And Jungkook, I can’t tell you the number of times I had to stop him from taking his own life. He was afraid of being hurt by the one he loved, just like before.” Namjoon sighed.

“I know, Namjoon. It must have been a lot for you and Yoongi to face, along with your own fears. But look at who you saved. Where would they all be now if you and Yoongi didn’t help them?” You placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Everyone comes with their own battle scars. But that’s what makes us human and survivors, right?” You smiled.

“You always know what to say, doc.” Namjoon chuckled.

“Of course. I’m the best, am I not?” You nudged him, making him laugh even more. With that, the two of you headed downstairs to the dining room, where the others were seated around the table. Namjoon sat at the head of the table while you sat between Jungkook and Yoongi.

“Let’s eat.” Namjoon waved for the wait staff to bring in the trays of food and pour the drinks. Even if the dinner was quieter than usual, it wasn’t suffocating. You’ve reached a new level of understanding with the boys. 

“What shall we do tomorrow?” Jimin asked. 

“I wanna go look around the city. If possible. Maybe buy some things for myself.” You shrugged.

“Yes! Shopping! We’ll come too!” Taehyung and Jungkook cheered. You smiled, somehow knowing that it was going to be chaotic with the boys. Hoseok clapped his hands in excitement. 

“What if I wanna go on my own?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“No way! It’s not safe for you to be on your own.” Jungkook shook his head, putting his arms in a cross. 

“Are you saying I am not capable to defending myself?” You asked him with a smirk.

“Ooh, you’ve done it now, Kook.” 

“Yeah, even I don’t go there.” Yoongi decided to join in on the fun of teasing the maknae. Jungkook’s eyes widened when he realised what he did, immediately facing you and rubbing his hands together in an apologetic matter.

“I’m sorry! You are very much capable of defending yourself! Even better than me or anyone else because you’re a strong, independent woman! I would never doubt your strength! Please don’t kill me!” He rambled on. You threw your head back in laughter, reaching over to pat his head. Even the others just looked on in amusement. 

“Alright, let’s stop teasing, Koo.” You said. 

After dinner, everyone was gathered back in the living room, watching some show that was playing on the television. 

“The night is young! We should party!” Hoseok declared. 

"This is not going to end well.” Yoongi clicked his tongue with a shake of his head. It was obvious he had to deal with his drunk brothers multiple times before. 

“I brought drinks and snacks!” Jungkook brought two big trays out, one with different alcoholic drinks and the other filled with snacks, courtesy of Jin’s stash. You took a bottle of beer. Hoseok and Namjoon did the same, clinking bottles with you. Jungkook grabbed some soju.

“Hyung? You want one?” Jungkook offered a filled shot glass to Taehyung. Taehyung, who doesn’t usually drink, shrugged and accepted it. Yoongi stuck to his whiskey like always.

“Honestly didn’t think the drinking was gonna start on our first night here. But I’m not one to complain.” You shrugged. 

“We’re on vacation. It’s always drinking time.” Hoseok said. 

“I agree!” Jungkook grinned. You snorted in response. Jimin decided to have soju with the other two, taking an empty shot glass. Jungkook happily filled it up for him. 

“Hey...” Jin stood at the stairwell. 

“Hey, Jin. How are you feeling?” You asked as you stood up to head to him. Jin gave a small smile and a thumbs up. 

“Are those my snacks?!” His eyes widened as he marched over. 

“Shot?” Jungkook offered as a consolation. Jin glared at the maknae but took the tiny glass, glancing over at you. You shrugged, nodding your head in approval. Hoseok and Taehyung shifted to give Jin space to sit down. Everyone with their drinks, cheered to your first night on vacation, taking a swig. You leaned against Jimin’s side. 

“Do you want dinner, Jin?” 

“Nah, I’m fine with the snacks and drinks.” He waved you off. 

“Alright but if you feel dizzy again, stop and rest. And tomorrow, please remember to hydrate yourself when out.” You lectured. The boys all groaned, even if you were only directing your words at Jin. 

“Now you’re nagging.” Taehyung boxed his ears, whining. You rolled your eyes, reaching to smack him. 

That night, when all the boys retreated to their rooms, passed out drunk, you were in your room spending some alone time. There was a knock on your door and you stood up from your bed, shuffling over to see who it was. 

“Hobi?” You were shocked. 

“C-Can I come in?” He rubbed the back of his neck. You nodded your head, stepping aside for him to enter. 

“Can’t sleep?” You asked softly. 

“Just a lot on my mind.” He admitted with a soft sigh. You sat on your bed, legs dangling off the side. You patted the space beside you and Hoseok gladly accepted, sitting beside you as the moon shined in. 

“Bringing up the past isn’t easy. It opens a lot of scars you thought were healed, memories that you thought was locked away, feelings that you thoughts were gone. It’s okay, Hobi.” You whispered with a soft smile, wrapping an arm around him. Hoseok placed his head on your shoulder. 

“It’s okay.” You comforted. 

“She left me there, all alone. For strangers to take me. And I probably will never know the reason why until the day I die.” He said aimlessly.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Hobi.” You squeezed his hand. 

“Yoongi hyung still feels so guilty for what his father did when he adopted me. But I always think that even if he did treat me badly, I still got to leave the orphanage and meet Yoongi hyung.” 

“And then you met the rest of the boys. Look how inseparable you all are now.” You stroked his head. 

“I also got to meet you.” Hoseok added. 

“I’m just there to clean your cuts and take care of you when you’re sick.” You laughed. 

“That’s not true. You mean a lot to me and everyone else, more than you’d think, (y/n).” Now, it was Hoseok holding your hands, looking into your eyes, his full of honesty and sincerity. 

-

You woke up the next morning, rubbing your temples, feeling the slight effect of the alcohol from the night before. Hoseok was still passed out beside you, sleeping soundly. You got out of bed quietly, washing up before heading downstairs. The house was quiet, signalling that maybe no one else was awake, still sleeping the alcohol off. 

“You’re up?” You nearly jumped when Yoongi appeared, drinking a cup of iced coffee, his hair slightly damp and messy from his shower. 

“Yeah. I need a hangover cure and a coffee.” You went to the kitchen. The maid brought you a cup of water and the small bottle of hangover cure. You downed the bitter liquid following that with water.

“Here.” Yoongi fixed you an iced coffee of your own. 

“Thank you.” You sipped it.

“Hoseok... he’s with you?” Yoongi cleared his throat as he asked. You nodded your head with a hum. 

“Yeah. He came over to talk then we just fell asleep after.” You explained. Yoongi gave a nod, moving to sit out on the deck. You trailed behind him quietly, taking the seat across him. All you heard were the crashing of the waves and the strong wind rustling the trees. 

“I’m part of the reason he’s like that.” Yoongi spoke. 

“Why do you burden yourself with that?” You asked back. Yoongi blinked, seemingly surprised by your words. 

“You know it’s not true, you know that Hobi doesn’t think that, and yet you force yourself to live with the guilt. You know that you’re not like your father, whatever he did to Hobi was out of your control.” You said. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yoongi said with gritted teeth. 

“Exactly, I don’t. But what I see is you feeling sorry for yourself and Hobi being worried about showing his emotions because he doesn’t want you to start feeling guilty again.” 

“He said that?” 

“Not exactly. It’s pretty obvious to a bystander.” You shrugged. 

“Yoongi, I have better things to do than to stand here and taunt you. The only people there were you and Hobi. Will anyone ever understand what each of you went through? I don’t know. You and I both know that Hobi holds whatever happened close to him. But he sees the light, even in a dark situation. If he can do that, I don’t see why you can’t.” You said. 

“I know.” Was all he could reply. 

“I’m going to check on Jin, okay?” You stood up. But you were yanked back by your wrist. Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your middle. 

“I hate that you’re right.” He mumbled. You let out a soft hum, patting the top of his fluffy hair. When Yoongi released you, you looked down at him. 

“You saved so many of them, Yoongs. Give yourself more credit. They all look up to you for a reason.” You laughed. 

“Go check on Jin hyung.” He said, patting your hip. 

“Right on it, sir.” You saluted. That made Yoongi break out into a small smile as he watched you leave. You hummed a random tune as you headed upstairs to see how Jin was doing today. 

“Doc? You’re here.” He slowly opened his eyes, squinting to focus his vision on you. He gave you a sleepy smile. You smiled softly as you nodded, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you placed your hand on his forehead. He wasn’t warm to the touch. 

“How are you feeling?” You whispered. 

“Okay. Sleepy... Hungover.” He chuckled, a little embarrassed. 

“I’d bet. You can come down later to get some hangover cure. Luckily I told the butler to stock the house when we arrived yesterday.” You patted his shoulder, making him laugh. 

“(y/n)!” When you exited Jin’s room, you saw a shirtless Jungkook barreling down the hallway, headed straight for you. You jumped back but he caught you.

“Good morning, Koo.” You said in amusement as he hugged you. He mumbled something in his sleepy stupor. 

“What are you saying? I can’t understand you.” 

“I went to your room to look for you but you weren’t there. I thought Hobi hyung was you but it wasn’t. Why is Hobi hyung in your bed? Where were you? Ugh... I have a headache and I’m hungry.” He rambled. 

“Alright, alright. Slow down. I went to get some coffee to help my hangover and was with Yoongi on the deck. Then I went to check on Jin. Hobi just stayed the night after we talked. I have alka seltzer to help your hangover and I think the chefs are cooking hangover soup for all of us. Would you also please put on a shirt?” You answered all his questions, ending with one of yours. 

“I’m sleepy.” 

“I thought you were hungry?”

“I don’t know! My head hurts.” He whined. You sighed, patting his back as you led him back to his room. 

“You stay here. I’ll bring you a hangover cure then you can see how you feel after that.” You instructed. He nodded his head like an obedient child. You went downstairs to get a small bottle and a glass of water.

“Thank you.” He received the two, drinking one after another, cringing slightly at the bitterness. 

“It should help your headache and funny stomach. I’ll go check on the others to see if they need help.” You told him, tucking him back into bed under the blanket. 

“Will you come back?” He held your hand. 

~~

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