#until they can hopefully one day be put in storage

[theamazingannie]

Fun thing about cleaning my room is I’ll find something I was using like a week ago buried deep under my bed in a pile of old receipts and candy wrappers and then also find something I haven’t seen in MONTHS like right there sitting exposed on the floor

[seungmoonandstars]

Kim Seungmin/gn!reader

wc: ~660

rating: fluff -`♡´- (some words of encouragement from Minnie, for anon)

comments: thank you for the request! this was kinda therapeutic for me to write as well

You were asleep. Somehow, even with the unnecessary amount of noise coming from the party downstairs, and all of the coffee you consumed today, you fell asleep.

It’s not even that you dozed off—the problem is you missed Seungmin’s phone call. That was probably the only free time he had for the night, and you missed him. The sting of tears is already making your face prickle, your cheeks hot, your throat tight.

This is not the worst thing in the world, and you’ll probably talk to him tomorrow, but you’re home right now, and it’s New Year’s Eve, and you want nothing more than to spend it with him. But you’re stuck at home, and you’re stuck with people you do not want to be around. And somehow, spending the new year with them is even worse than your regular home visits.

Missing the call was just the cherry on top. It’s been a rough few days without him around.

You pull up the last message he sent—a very cute selfie. He doesn't look like he's dressed for stage yet, but that's probably where is now…on stage. The message after that just says “are they holding you hostage?”

And a voicemail! Seungmin never leaves you voicemails. He leaves very long text messages, sometimes voice messages. Never actual voicemails. You put your earbuds in and open it.

Before you hear him, you hear a few distant, familiar voices in the background. And then he starts…

Hi, hi. I’m sorry I’m missing you, wherever you are. Hopefully they aren’t keeping you away from your phone just to be mean. Or maybe you fell asleep…you don’t do very good on planes. But if you fell asleep, I hope you feel better and well rested. And don’t be upset that you missed my call, because I know you are. We’ll talk soon.

There are a few beats of silence on his end, but you can hear him very faintly talking to someone else. And then another voice pops up…

Hellooooo YN

It’s the unmistakable voice of Felix. You can hear his giggle taper off as he walks away.

Okay sorry I’m back. Anyway…I’m sure it feels like the holiday will last forever, but it won’t. You’ll get through it, and then you can get back to me where you belong. But you slept at least! That killed some time. Take the rest of the day hour to hour…that’s what you tell me when I’m having a bad day. And then when tomorrow comes, just think, you’re a whole day closer to coming back. Taking your own advice is tough sometimes, though.

He takes another breath, clears his throat. You pause it for a moment to open up the message thread. You look at his selfie again, then type a quick message.

“I was asleep, but I’m listening to your voicemail now. Please call again as soon as you can 🤍”

Taking anyone’s advice is hard, actually. Sometimes it seems easier just to sit and be sad. But don’t do that! That just makes the time drag. I’ll send you a selfie as soon as I finish. And then you send me one after you listen. Okay? A smiling one.

You laugh at that. Seungmin rarely smiles for you in his selfies. He looks brooding and serious, or he’s sipping his coffee. Sometimes he makes a kissy face—that’s close enough to a smile. That’s what you’ll send him.

I should go before I get cut off or take up the rest of your voicemail storage. Until we talk again, you’re strong and wonderful and special. And you’re my favorite person.

You hear Felix pipe up again in the background...

you’re my favorite person, too!

…get your own favorite person, yongbok…

I will talk to you soon. Bye. Bye bye my love.

You roll onto your back and listen again.

[fl3shm4id3n]

Wₑₐᵣᵢₙg ₕₑₑₗₛ ₐᵣₒᵤₙd ₜₕₑ ₛᵤₗₗy'ₛ

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 -👠𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ'ꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: None

A/N: I couldn't squeeze a lot, but I manage to think of something. Hopefully ya'll like it. It's kinda short.

Masterlist

You no idea what heels were, until you found some in a storage unit in Hell's Gate. You were snooping around the unit and came across a pair of red heels. This was new to you. As well as weird, you were used to seen others wearing boots or just flat out tennis shoes to be comfortable.

But you couldn't help but grow curious and try them on. It was a pain at first, since the heels held your feet up in a different position and they'd hurt after some time. Same with walking in them. You'd wobble and stumble around a first, but you manage to walk on them.

After some time, you decided to show off your new heels to your friends. When you walked to the camp, you had to do it barefoot. At first you were going to wear your heels, but the very thin heel would bury itself onto the dirt and you nearly tripped a few times. So you just walked barefooted until you got to the camp.

Once at camp, the Sully kids were already out of the hut and just hanging around their home. As soon as you saw them, you showed them your new heels. They had no idea what they were, just like you the first time you had found them. Then you went up an explanation of what they were and so on.

Then you put them on, showing them how you became a pro at walking on them. All they did was stare at the shinny red heels that you walked around on. Not only that, but you saw how their ears would twitch slightly by the clicking of the heels on the hard ground.

Ever since then, you'd began to get teased. Specially by Lo'ak and Spider. They'd go on and on how you were slightly taller now and how you nearly reached Tuk's height. Those two just loved poking fun at you ever since your heels were shown to them.

Kiri didn't really get the point in you wearing them. At first she thought that you didn't really need heels to be taller. That you were fine just the way that you were. But you told her that you simply wore them because they were pretty and stylish. Kiri still couldn't help but wonder why you wore them. They seem like torture devices.

Out of all her Siblings, Tuk liked your heels. She thought they were funny in a way but also cute. She'd often ask you if she could look at them, which you allowed her. She'd just look at the heel as if she was trying to figure out how or why they were made the way that they were. She often wishes she could hear your heels just to be a bit more tall.

Neteyam didn't mind, he was all 'Alright' when it came to your heels. He too didn't think you needed them, but if you liked them and choose to wear them, cool. He'd ask question after question on why you wore such shoe that can and will cause you pain thought. He never understood why humans made things that could cause you pain.

When Neytiri had heard about your famous heels. She too got curious. When she saw you wearing them one day, she couldn't help but find the clicking of your heels a bit annoying. When you came to the hut, she'd tell you to take them off. She too wonders why humans wear such painful devices.

She then went to ask Jake about them. He didn't know much, but explained to her why humans women, and some times men wear heels. She didn't get it at first, but after some time she did. She still despised human things, specially those noisy torture devices.

[toomanygoldfish]

At five you knew that you wanted a garden. A big garden that had all kinds of vegetables, fruit, and flowers. your grandfather would sit behind you as you plotted out your own garden, spinning tales of him and your grandmother planting their own. 

Your grandfather's garden was one of the most magical places in the world. You remember him leading you through the wall of berry bushes, eating the different types of berries as he dutifully explained the care he put onto each bush. 

Even as he got older he would still walk with you as you inspected the zucchini, tomatoes, grapes, and strawberries. Picking the rippest and bringing back your bounties to your mother and grandmother. 

You would sit with wide eyes trying to take in everything as the adults canned the berries, grapes, and fruits. Watching as they made jam with the leftovers. 

Your small little family could often be found behind a farmers market stall on Sundays. A small tired child leaning, with half lidded eyes, into their mothers side.

As your grandparents got older, the garden grew with them. With your grandfather sick, he was unable to take care of the garden. it grew over, it grew until the berry wall was reaching over into the grape trellises. The grape vines reach for safety on the garden wall, blocking the pathway from any wandering children. 

Your grandfather passed away when you were ten. The night you found out you ran sobbing into his study. You shoved yourself into the space between the wall and the desk, your spot. You shook with sobs. He left. Why would he leave you?  

Grandmother passed away soon after. She was inconsolable after her husband’s death, she was relieved when she fell ill. She was going to be happy with your grandfather. Just happy away from you. 

Your mother sold the house. When you were thirteen. She let you keep anything you took. You ended up taking all of his books and his desk. For years the books were in boxes shoved in your closet, holding too many painful memories to open. From your closest in your childhood home they went into a storage complex, as you moved to college. 

They only made a reappearance recently, when your fiancé when’s to grab some old paintings to decorate your new home. It was raining outside when you opened the box. 

You felt your fiancé behind you as you peeled back the tape.

 “Haji, I’m nervous. I haven’t looked at these books and papers since he died.”

“It's alright baby, I’ll be right behind you. You can take a break at any time, no one’s going to judge you” Iwaizumi reassured. 

You bit your lip, eyes already welling up with tears as you opened the first book. 

You and Iwaizumi had stayed up well into the morning going through every single book and paper in those boxes. The boxes were full of poem books, herbology books, and sketch books. But most sentimental to you were plans of a garden that you had made with your grandfather. 

His writing was delicate behind your bold toddler strokes, explaining which plants to plant. Perhaps even better than that were sketches of trellises, benches, flower beds, and landscaping, all meant to surround that initial garden. 

You fell asleep in Iwaizumi’s arms with tears staining your cheeks. 

You and Hajime got married the next week. As he pulled you away from the crowd he whispered plans into your ear. Plans for a garden to be made. Just the two of you, working together to make the garden of your dreams. 

**Time Skip**

Laughter filled your ears as you held a newborn in your arms. You look up to see Iwaizumi lifting your three year old high in the air, her face stained by raspberries, smiling big, and giggling. Her father looked at her like she was his world. 

Your toddlers giggling gets louder as he spins around, coming to rest next to you. He sits down next to you, letting your toddler go to waddle over to the flowers. He kisses your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You love your garden built by hand over the course of three years. Hopefully one day your family will get bigger. But for now you're happy.

[mouthpoisons]

hi im trying to write a shorter version of my last post about this to hopefully get some more reach

in may i was granted a council house so that i can escape my abusive father, but i havent been able to move in yet because the house was given to me completely empty and didnt even have flooring in most of the rooms, just dirty concrete. im physically disabled and cant work; i only get between £600-£700 per month in benefits and my application for extra to help with the rent cost + subsequent messages ive sent chasing it up have been ignored, so im paying £400pcm rent for a house thats barely habitable. i was also given a £1300 council tax bill that they wont give me a discount on until im physically living there. since i signed the lease papers in may, me and my mum who has a below min wage job have only been able to afford to put flooring in one room and buy some kitchen appliances, and a bed

its finally coming to a point where i can move in but some essential stuff is still missing, namely flooring for the livingroom and hallway, an oven, and id also just like to have more furniture than just a bed lol. due to the nature of my dad's abuse (which i wont get into here its a whole other story but ask if you want) i dont have any furniture to take with me from my parents' house, im starting completely from scratch.

on top of this, doctors have been extremely slow to meaningfully help me with my physical symptoms which are getting worse all the time, more about this in the other post but essentially it took years of being told ''its cus youre fat'' for someone to get me tested. now the latest development is that ive been waiting on ''urgent'' specialist rheumatoid arthritis care since march. it gets harder to walk every day and i need to buy hip, knee, and ankle braces, and potentially upgrade from my cane which doesnt feel sufficient anymore. i cant afford any of this but my health depends on it.

if youd like to help out my paypal is @/flintjupiter and my cashapp is £flintjupiter. i have an etsy shop thats closing down because im too sick/cant afford to run it anymore, everything is 70% off. i also have an ebay that i'm using to sell some old collectors items as i take them out of storage.

heres the viktor blunt image again thanks for reading

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks holiday drabble #2; Mistletoe (smut)🎄♥️

prompt by @a03_coco on twt 💞

Keigo and Touya who’s spending their first christmas together as a couple, and they’re just sooo obnoxiously in love, they can barley contain themselves.

All the mistletoe doesn’t help.

Keigo finally have someone to indulge in all the holiday traditions with, so ofc they have to kiss under every mistletoe.

Even the most innocent of kisses usually develop rather quickly these days.

A peck turns into a proper kiss, one of them drags the other back ik for more, hands rests on hips, tounges run over lips, into mouths, hands tangle in hair, hair gets pulled, someone moans into the kiss, hips roll against each other and…

Well. It moves quickly from there.

It’s one thing when they’re in their own home, where they can go as often and as much as they want, in their bedroom, or on the couch, against the kitchen counter, or, once, actually on the floor under the mistletoe.

It’s a good thing they’re both switches, if not they’d be way to sore to go on the way they are, because there’s no way they’re gonna stop.

Yeah, it’s easy in their own space, but easy has never quite been their thing.

Because mistletoe is EVERYWHERE this time of year.

A little kiss under the one at the mall because Keigo would look at Touya with his big, golden eyes and long perfect lashes and freckles and rosy cheeks and…

Suddenly Touya is fucking Keigo in the (hopefully) empty bathroom, they’re both moaning into each others mouths as they come, and Keigo ends up flying right above the ground to avoid limping for the rest of the trip.

A quick kiss under the mistletoe at the hero christmas party, and oops!

They’re in a small storage space, Keigo’s talons is scratching Touya’s scalp, Touya is biting Keigo’s collarbone while holding them both in his hand while they’re rutting against each other and Keigo is whining so loudly they’d be so busted if it weren’t for the blaring christmas music outside.

The risikiest one however happens at Touya’s family home, and Touya swears this is the only time this is ever gonna happen because goddamn -

But who can blame him for ending up in that situation when Keigo had pulled him in for a passionate kiss under the mistletoe in the livingroom, which was empty at the time because the whole family was out of errands at the moment.

But as usual the kiss evolved, and soon Keigo had him pressed up against a wall, brusing grip on his hips, practically begging Touya to let Keigo fuck him, and while Touya might usually have a strong will, Keigo will forever be his biggest weakness.

He dows put his foot down on fucking out in the open tho, so he drags a grinning Keigo with him to one of the bathrooms and they probably sets a new record in terms of how fast they undress, and for once Touya has no snide remarks about how Keigo is always carrying lube around with him.

But of course, with Touya’s luck, just as they’re about to reach their respective climaxes, they hear distinctive sounds of people coming home, talking, laughing and dishes being moved around in the kitchen.

Their eyes lock, Touya’s legs is still wrapped around Keigo’s waist and Keigo is still buried deep inside him, and without needing to share a single word they put their hands over the others mouth and keep going until they’re both satisfied.

While it felt like a great solution in the moment, it’s a little harder to enter the kitchen and greet most of the Todoroki family while acting like they didn’t just fuck like animals in the bathroom.

Thankfully most of the family is on the oblivious side, but Touya doesn’t miss the way Natsuo isn’t able to meet his eyes the whole night, but honestly, that’s a small price to pay in Touya’s mind.

[annoyingheartenthusiast]

Toontown X Puzzlevision SMG4 (all i have are vauge ideas so far)

in the early days of C.O.G.S Inc: there was a 6th department ran by a cog named Puzzles and his department was all about TV programming. Puzzles was close with the other cog bosses, despite not being nearly as tall as most of them (at least, a without his special vehicle which is big actor/director chair) once he was commissioned by the VP to create a son for him. Puzzles liked making shows, but he grew tired of the same old and fairly unpopular cog shows, he wanted something more entertaining and dare he say "fun" to make, to make a perfect show for everyone. one night while exploring outside of cog territory. he quite literally bumps into a toon. at this point in time neither toon nor cog have heard of each other. but after getting to know this (as of now unnamed) toon. at one-point Puzzles suggested if they could privately make a cartoon with them, to which the toon happily agreed to. when they released their show, it was the best thing Puzzles put out in years, it even just about to get 5 stars. that is, until the chairman caught-on to what was happening. he called Puzzles and his friend to his office to explain themselves. when they got to the part where they explained who/what the toon was and where she lived. the Chairman got the bright idea to harvest this toon's town of its resources. Puzzles and the toon rejected his idea. but the chairman wasn't going to take no for an answer and a big confrontation took place, puzzles tried to explain to his boss that if one toon could improve his ratings, imagine what teamwork between toons and cogs could do. the chairman retorted that he got better ratings because he had help! by himself? he will never make the perfect show. that was the last thing puzzles heard before the room fell apart. causing the toon & Puzzles to go unconscious. The chairman left just before it all fell apart, when he came back, he promptly decided to shut down the TV department, lock away the toon and Puzzles, separately. and move forward with his plans to harvest Toontown. and that's where it ended, until now. for one reason or another, puzzles reactivated and left the storage room he was in undetected. Instead of repairing his old head, he completely cut it off in favor of using one of his old TVs for a head. it became clear Mr. Puzzles was not the cog he was before. with a more screws lose in his head and mind. he is more determined than ever to create the perfect show and get 5 stars. he's gonna use the thing that almost got him 5 stars last time. toons. he will set up genre themed adventures for them to go on. (👁🤠🕴) then he will take over C.O.G.S forcing unimposing cogs to work for him backstage and locking up any cogs who DO appose. then he will trap all the toons in Toontown in his world to play in his shows. all for his streaming service. and once he gets 5 stars, he'll make sure EVERYONE can join the fun :)

there are a few cogs who are planning to stop him. like Misty, Chip, Cathal, Thomas, Buck & Dave. hopefully they'll succeed

[thepaintedlady00]

So I have a request female human reader/morpheous

She met morpheous because she’s a friend of Constantine she basically helps organize everything while she’s working (almost impossible with the mess she leaves) one day due to Constantine work she ends up in danger basically a demon looking for Constantine tries to kill her morpheous happens to save her because he’s also trying to contact Constantine about something he needs to know. She totally falls for morpheous but is really hesitant because he’s basically out of her league so they both kinda dang around each other I tol Constantine blow up on her and him to just get together 🙄. She’s basically Cupid here. They start dating. A few weeks she start getting random calls but nobody answers when she picks up she thinks nothing on it. Also start to feel watched but she thinks it just her being tire one day she gets attacked turns out her ex abusive boyfriend got out of jail and is looking revenge things get bad when he get into her apartment one night . Enter Mathew that goes directly to the dreaming as fast as he can.

We all know Morpheous will go feral because this ass was one of her lovers and also treated her badly. Much more when she had already told him about her ex and how much damage he had done to her psychologically and physically. Morpheous deal with him and later on come back to be with her 🥺

Bestie you're just always on point with these! Like this is beautiful and I hope you love it as much as I do!

Working for Johanna Constantine was a struggle. On good days you'd be dealing with a massive pile of bullshit she'd insisted was all important and spend hours organizing it as best you could only to find more things stuffed away. On the bad days, like this one, you found yourself running for your life as a massive stinking demon chased you.

You moved around the storage space, taking sharp turns and doing everything in your power to evade and hopefully lose this thing. However, you weren't exactly good at this sort of thing. Running, life-threatening scenarios, demons all that was the kind of thing you'd spent a great deal trying to avoid. Avoiding trouble when in bed with a Constantine was, as you'd learned, impossible.

A stray box took your feet out from under you and you hit the floor hard. Your head rattled as it hit the ground and your vision was swarmed with blurry shapes and fuzzy circles like TV static. With a groan, you somehow managed to sit up just in time to watch the demon leap over the box and land on top of you. It shrieked loudly in your face, spit and what you'd hoped was mucus of some kind landed on your cheek. It grabbed hold of your legs and began pulling you with it, dragging you back toward whatever hellscape it'd been summoned from.

Screaming and writhing trying to fight free you didn't notice the figure in black until he spoke. "Release her demon, and I shall merely return you to Hell."

You looked down the long hall of storage units at the ethereal man that stood, unbothered by the creature. The demon roared again, gripping your legs harder as it tossed you into the wall and darted off toward the man. You raised your head and shouted a warning toward him. "Look out!"

He hardly needed it. With one wave of his hand, the creature was surrounded by glittering sand and vanished. Your mouth fell open as the man regarded you with a stoic look. "Are you harmed?"

"No," you answered, quickly snapping yourself out of thoughts of his handsomeness and rising to your feet. You put pressure on your ankle and fell forward, straight into the mans waiting arms.

"Constantine feared you'd found trouble and sent me to check in on you."

"That's good," you said. "I probably would have been eaten or something if you hadn't showed up."

"It would not have ate you," the man replied. "It wanted to drag you to it's domain within Hell to make you it's bride."

You made a face. "Oh... ew... well thanks for not letting that happen."

He bowed his head. "I will take you to your employer. I presume she will have the necessary equipment to treat your ankle."

Johanna had been less than thrilled at the sight of you covered in grime and spit and limping. She'd thanked the man, whose name you learned was Dream, and assured him you were in good hands. This, you believed, was the end of it. Your ankle would heal, and things would go back to normal.

Normal was not this. Dream stood in your home, quietly observing your trinkets and portraits while you nervously offered him tea and cake and just about anything you had on hand. He refused, of course, not out of disgust but rather a disinterest in human food which was a point he made sure to communicate to you with a simple deadpan of, "I do not eat."

You couldn't help yourself, the longer you watched him the louder the thoughts of appreciation of his beauty and elegance grew. He was unlike anything, anyone you'd ever seen. Dream was not just physically the embodiment of how you'd imagined angels would appear but had a voice smoother than honey or fine silk, a voice that you'd only be able to describe as other. He looked over his shoulder at you, those eyes... starlit and cosmic capturing you in an instant. "Are you well?"

"Yes!" You practically shouted. "You're fine - I'M... I'M fine."

One of the corners of his mouth twitched into what you'd describe as a smile. "I simply wished to check in to make certain no more demons came looking for a blushing bride."

You laughed, of course blushing at just his voice. "I haven't seen any... or I don't think I have. I guess I wouldn't really know until the last minute."

"The smell would give them away." Was that a joke? You wondered as you quietly laughed.

"Thank you for checking on me."

He looked away the expressionless look on his face that he'd had the entire time he'd been here faltering for a moment. "I confess I have been keeping a close eye on you since we last met."

You wracked your brain trying to remember a time you'd seen him over the course of the week. "I... I'm sorry I didn't notice you."

"You wouldn't," he answered. "I was not physically present, but my raven made certain you were safe."

"Your raven?"

"That'd be me," a new voice said from the windowseal.

You jumped, instinctually moving closer to Dream's stiff form. "Oh my god!"

The black bird tucked it's head in a bit. "Sorry, I forget how startling that can be."

It took a minute or so for you to fully process that there was a raven in your flat... and about five more to process the fact that it'd just spoken to you. "I... Sorry... I wasn't exactly expecting you to talk."

"Perfectly understandable," the bird said, flying into your home and looking at the magazines on your coffee table. "Names Matthew."

"Matthew... I have to admit I that wasn't what I thought your name would be."

"Yeah, kind of a lame one for a talking raven," he agreed. "But you can blame my mom for that I guess."

"So all ravens talk?"

"No," Dream answered. "Matthew was human once, before he became my raven."

You nodded, even though it was obvious you were very confused. "Right. Well, thanks I guess for checking up on me."

Matthew cawed, flaring his wings out. "Well there was something else we came here for, right boss?"

Looking up at Dream you smiled. His face revealed nothing as he replied, "No. I do believe we are finished with our task."

"Oh," you whispered, slightly disappointed. "Well, thank you again. Maybe I'll see you or, uh, Matthew around sometime."

Dream said nothing more as he and the bird quietly exited your flat. Unbeknownst to you, Matthew berated the Dream Lord all the way back to The Dreaming and for days after. He'd planned on inviting you to see his realm. He'd seen your dreams, mystical and magical, and everything you found beautiful, and he instantly thought you'd enjoy seeing a land of true magic and beauty. A land that would match your own enchanting smile and mystical laughter.

Time passed as it always did, you worked closely with Johanna and on occasion, Dream would lend a hand in finding certain artifacts or warning against demons. The two of you spoke often on those rare instances, so often you'd learned much about one another. Johanna insisted you'd grown a rather obvious crush on the ancient being, which you'd not denied but rather reminded yourself of the reality. He was a king, a god, an Endless. He'd hold no romantic interest toward you, a human.

When Dream did finally invite you to his realm it was something you'd never forget. The shimmering black sand of the beach, the intricate ivory gates, the houses belonging to Cain and Abel as well as their golden gargoyle, the bridge, and the bright fields with flowers that had long been extinct. His palace was grand and spectacular. White with gold and ceilings of stars and windows of stained glass. You loved it here, every moment.

Lucienne had been waiting for you in the library, happily explaining everything she could and leading you and Dream through the near-endless shelves all full of books. It was more than you could have ever imagined. Dream assured you that you'd be able to return whenever you wished and he'd held to that. Every night you came back and read a book alongside him. Every night you fell more in love with him than you'd ever thought possible.

You hadn't planned on telling him that, but Johanna had other plans. Devious Constantine plans. She's gathered you and Dream together to help her find some information and when both of you were lost in your respective spell books she loudly proclaimed you'd told her about a sex dream you'd had of the Endless being.

Mortified you sat frozen, glaring at her, while Dream calmly stated, "I would remember that quite vividly, had it happened."

Blushing you shook your head. "What the hell Johanna?"

"Well someone has to make a move or you two will just be skirting about each other for eternity!"

The incident, as you called it, was horrifying, but ultimately did lead you to admit your feelings for Dream and him doing so to you. Dating him was hardly any different than what the two of you usually did before, only now there were stolen moments of soft touches and tender kisses and... after a few months, intimate experiences that had your legs shaking days after.

Life was going well until you began receiving calls from an unknown number. Whoever it was never said a word, but each one made you feel sick. Soon every time you were out in public you'd be tingling with the horrid feeling that you were being followed, and watched. It was driving you crazy and Dream took note. He offered to send Matthew to stay with you when he could not to help ease your mind and quell your fears. Neither of you could have known how the simple act would save your life.

You'd just gotten home after a long day and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed to join your boyfriend in The Dreaming. From the door, you could hear Matthew perch in the window as you shed your coat and made your way to the kitchen to put on a kettle for tea. You didn't make it that far when a pair of arms wound around you, covering your mouth and dragging you through the house as you threw yourself around trying to break your attackers hold.

Matthew cawed and swooped down to attack the man that held you, but quickly realized he was of little help and fled to get Dream. It was then that the man spoke, revealing him to be your ex-boyfriend and a man that should have been in prison. As he talked you went still and in turn his hold on you loosened enough for you to throw your head back into this nose and break free.

You ran to the bathroom, locked the door behind you, and crawled into the tub, covering your ears with your hands and quietly praying Dream would come soon. In your state of adrenaline and fear you hardly noticed the black-clad being until his hands carefully reached out and touched you. You sobbed into his chest as he took you to The Dreaming and helped settle you into the bed.

On another night he wouldn't hesitate to sit beside you and comfort you until you fell asleep naturally. But on this night he sprinkled a pinch of sand over your eyes and tucked you into the bed. On this night he would deal with the man that had caused you so much pain and doubt.

He was still in your apartment, throwing himself at the bathroom door and taunting you when Dream returned. He opened the bathroom door and let the man fall to the ground in front of him. As he gazed up into the pitch-black eyes of Dream of the Endless the man scurried back like a frightened mouse. "I was beginning to fear we'd never meet."

"What the fuck are you?"

"I am Dream of the Endless and you have wronged one I hold most dear." He walked forward, darkness following in his steps. "And I cannot allow such to go unpunished."

"I didn't do anything!" The man insisted. "That bitch is a liar! She's crazy!"

Dream stepped onto his knee, listening to it crack beneath his boots. "Enough. Your lies will not sway one such as myself. Pitiful and hollow being that you are. Loveless and joyless... You never deserved her. Not her touch, nor her kind words, not even a moment in her presence."

The man would beg and plead, and Dream would let him. He'd listen to every word and he'd cherish each one, for he knew exactly the kind of pain he'd put you through. He knew every word you'd said to beg him, to plead with him for kindness and mercy, though this... creature would give you neither. When the majority of his bones were broken, either by an act of violence meant to harm Dream or by a mild movement of the Endless, Dream at last relented. "You will never see her again. Never touch her, hear her, or smell her. You will leave this place at once and you will never return. From this moment on you will live every moment of your life haunted by the pain you forced her to endure. You will know no moment of peace, no semblance of mercy or kindness. Even your begging would not be enough to sway me."

Dazed and confused and broken your ex would wake up in a hospital far away from your town. He'd not remember that night, but he'd live each moment in pain and anguish. Every night he'd dream of the King of Nightmares and hear his curse. He'd not live long.

Dream returned to your side, quietly pulling you into his chest as you stirred, kissing his neck and nuzzling your face into his soft messy hair. "Did you just get done working?"

"Yes," he answered. "Go back to sleep my love."

You looked into his eyes with still heavy lids. "Did something happen tonight?"

He tilted his head. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," you answered. "I think I had nightmare."

Dream's arms wrapped even tighter around you as he pressed his head to yours. "Go back to sleep. I will kill any nightmare that dares touch that beautiful mind of yours."

You giggled. "That's a bit extreme. Maybe just a stern warning would be better."

"Anything you wish, my love."

[mccallw]

wolfstar microfic January 9 & 10 - position & kettle

It’s late. Probably around 3 AM, maybe 4 AM, but he can’t be sure. He lost his sense of timing a long time ago. He only knows it’s night time and that there’s a few more days until the full moon.

He’s in the living room, eyes glued on the telly his godson and… lover? no, not anymore– Harry and Remus insisted on getting for their small cottage. The volume is at minimum, so he’s not really listening, but his hands are too shaky to manage magic right now.

He had a nightmare. He hates nightmares, honestly. These past few months he’s been seeing Dementors and how they made him feel, what they made him see, but once in a while his mind would turn on him and give him a night terror.

Like tonight.

He’s still shivering and the cold sweat is not helping, so he decides to grab the blanket that they always keep on the sofa, wrap it around him and go to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea.

He puts his hair on a bun, securing it with his wand –useless to him right now– and steps on his toes to get the muggle kettle he’s only seen Harry use a couple of times, and it's storaged at the top of the cupboards.

He carefully positions the artifact in front of him and observes. He tightens the blanket around him, narrowing his eyes, picturing what Harry does whenever he uses it.

First, fill it with water. Sirius does it with still shaky hands. Second, put it on the stove and turn on the stove. Sirius manages to do it on his first try and he feels just a tiny bit proud of himself. Third, wait until it boils.

In the meantime, prepare the tea.

As he’s putting the bag in his favorite mug, one that Harry gifted him for his birthday, he stops and listens carefully.

Steps.

Harry or Remus woke up. He hopes whoever it is, is just going to the bathroom and then back to sleep. He doesn’t like bothering his loved ones for silly things like a nightmare.

He’s proven wrong when Remus appears at the kitchen door, sleepy and looking… cuddly, in a big sweater and plain pajamas, hair a mess. Sirius hugs the blanket closer to him and locks eyes with Remus’.

“Alright?” Remus yawns, and the sight puts a tiny smile on Sirius’ chapped lips.

“Yeah,” he answers quietly, noticing he’s stopped shivering. He’s still cold, though. “Just making some tea…” Remus nods and walks inside. Sirius’ eyes follow every movement he makes, how he reaches for his own mug and takes the teabags’ box from his hands, how he puts one for himself on the mug. He slowly places the box on the counter and turns to face Sirius. “Alright?” He whispers, a bit in wonder, like he always is with Remus.

Remus’ smiles with his lips sealed and Sirius fights the urge to reach out and outline them with his thumb. Hopefully, one day, they can be a new version of what they used to be. “Yeah,” he nods. “Thought I’d join you in your early morning tea.”

Sirius doesn’t feel cold anymore, and smiles briefly. “Thank you.”

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@wolfstarmicrofic

[bvannn]

Weekly Update December 22, 2023

Still recovering from the semester, going very slowly. I’m trying to do stuff but mood and body are being volatile. Probably dread and anxiety leading up to the surgery next Tuesday, but I have been updated that most likely I will actually be able to leave on the same day after all because they moved it to 7:30 in the fucking morning. Convenient I guess but also going to be messed up that whole week probably.

I did a good few drawings yesterday. If I’m feeling up tonight I might do more. I’m trying to do more of the soft shading in addition to the hard shading, so the hard shading isn’t as harsh looking. Did it in my new pfp and it looks really good on the ghosts in particular. Has had more mixed results on the others but that’s probably due to my color choices.

Going to try fiddling with comic thumbnails as well, hoping it’ll be a larger project for next year. I’ve been drawing the characters for my secondary story a little more than I probably should so I’m going to hope inspiration hits for the O’Malley kids soon, since art block is kinda cropping up in that regard.

Music: the main song I’ve been working on is done instrumentally for now, soundfonts did in fact fix everything. Specifically the Touhou soundfont, because of course it was that one. I’m hoping if I get more energy tonight I can record pieces for the next song. I’ll still need to fiddle with outlining and lyrics for the first song, but I can’t progress much further on it until I manage to snag a vocaloid or utau (or synthV or cevio I guess, but idk or care much about those). Next couple ones I try to bite at are going to probably be instrumental. I might throw boards together for videos for them but that will be low priority until the songs are done done.

TRGA: so due to circumstance I haven’t really had as much chance to work on it as I thought. I did start cleaning up Tim 1-4, but not too much beyond that. Mostly because the time I set aside for it has been allotted to tending to my mood and body, so hopefully after some rest I can start taking bigger bites at it. If I get messed up on painkillers next week that is the project I will be most likely to work on, so I’ll try to get actual big bites out of it. If I get myself back to doing a schedule, I can probably get shots done faster than I have, which is good because admittedly I have been probably more proscrastinatey than I should be. Tonight I’ll try to continue on it, until I get Tim completely cleaned up, and potentially also get started on his face or hands.

Next week will be unpredictable, due to holiday and surgery. I’m hoping I’ll be able to get that computer I’ve been teased about so I can try to actually unload all my music making stuff, and get a good opportunity to reorganize my CSP brushes. I went a bit crazy on Black Friday this year since music software sites apparently just have 100% off sales on some of their cheaper items, and I got like $300 worth of stuff for free and then some. Haven’t been using it because of storage space. Whatever, bottom line is I can’t really predict next week but I can try to put a schedule together tonight and maybe abide by it as best I can. Whatever.

[littlemissaddict]

Christmas Cookies - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky notices Reader isn't feeling the Christmas spirit this year so he does everything he can think of to bring it back to her.

Word Count: 1297

A/n: Day 22 and my little writing challenge is almost over, I’m very surprised I made it this far tbh but I’m also ready for a little break from posting everyday haha anyway that’s enough of me rambling, I hope you enjoy.

Something was wrong, Bucky could tell although he was sure exactly what it was. Two weeks into December and she was still yet to put up her Christmas decorations or even attempt to do anything in the Christmas spirit. Now to others that may not seem like a problem but he knew his girlfriend. Like clockwork he’d come home on December 1st and you could guarantee that the tree would be up, there would be Christmas music playing throughout their apartment and he would find her in the kitchen baking up a storm. This year however there had been none of that.

Now Bucky had let it slide, figuring work was busier for her as it was with most people at this time of year. He had noticed that she seemed to be leaving for work earlier and coming home later than usual so he put it down to her being tired but with one week to go until Christmas, he was finding it harder not to say anything.

So he had a plan, he’d been out and bought all the necessary ingredients to bake the Christmas cookies she always made and more than enough candy to decorate them, he had also picked up some already baked cookies ready to decorate just in case his didn’t go to plan. The first step in his plan though, was to decorate the apartment while she was out at work in hopes that her first steps into the apartment brought back some of that Christmas cheer she seemed to be lacking this year.

“Have a good day doll, don’t miss me too much” Bucky smiles over his mug of coffee as she passes him on her way out of the door. She replies with a wave and a tired smile before the door closes behind her, leaving him alone in the apartment.

With a sigh, Bucky drains the rest of the coffee in the mug and prays that his plan was going to cheer her up as he deposits the mug in the sink and he sets to work pulling the decorations out of the storage cupboard which doesn’t take him long and then all that’s left to do was to get a tree. Hopefully there were still some left this close to Christmas.

An hour later, he’d arrived home with the tree that he considered to be the best of the bunch, it wasn’t perfect but it would have to do. Getting it up to the apartment had been easier than expected but he put that down to the super serum coursing through his veins giving him more strength than the average male, not that it was anything to brag about given things he’d done with said strength that he was only just coming to terms with that were not down to him but more the mind control of Hydra.

Focusing his mind on the more pressing matter of decorating the apartment, he sets about fixing the tree to the base until he’s satisfied that it’s stable enough to not fall over before he finds the boxes of baubles. He knows she has a certain way of how she likes to place them, usually going back to rearrange them a few times until she is happy with the result so Bucky tries his hardest to make sure it looks good. By the time he’s finished he’s sure that the tree is evenly covered with baubles and he has to admit he’s done a better job than he expected to so he moves on to the rest of the decorations, little Christmas trinkets that she always puts out around the apartment.

After he finishes he grabs a quick spot of lunch and then decides to make a start on the cookies so that by the time she gets home they should be cool enough for them to decorate.

Pulling her bag higher on her shoulder, she steps from the lift and out into the corridor leading to the apartment but the moment she nears the door her heart drops, inside she can hear the high pitched screeching of the fire alarm. Scrambling for her keys, she lets herself in and upon opening the door the noise only gets louder. She knows the smart thing to do would be to wait outside maybe call 911 but she doesn’t see any flames only the haze of smoke drifting from the kitchen which is where she runs to but the last thing she’s expecting to see is the window wide open and Bucky desperately trying to waft the smoke away from the smoke alarm in hopes of quieting it. Despite the panic coursing through her she can’t help the smile that lights up her face at the scene in front of her.

Turning to the doorway as if sensing her presence, Bucky’s heart drops. This was not how he had planned to surprise her but the smile on her face is one he’s not seen for a while, too impatient to wait for the alarm to stop, he pulls it from its holder and yanks the batteries from it before he drops it on the counter.

“Thank god” he sighs in relief and the quiet but his ears are still ringing from the sound, “You’re home early” he comments, now making his way towards her and opening his arms as she melts into his hug, feeling the best she’s felt all day.

"Yeah, finished all I had to for the week and boss said I could go early" she hums, pushing her body further into his hold and he tightens his arms around her, "what were you up to anyway" she asks a little while later, her head tilting up so that she could look at him.

Bucky let's out what sounds like a nervous chuckle, his non-metal hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. "I was baking cookies as a surprise for you" he mumbles as her eyes soften from the curious look she was giving him to one that can only be described as lovestruck. 'Usually by now you're in such a festive mood and everything is fun and you're happy but this year it seemed like all the happiness had been sucked from you and I just wanted to do something to get you in the christmas spirit but I almost burnt the apartment down instead" he pouts, a look he doesn't often wear but she's seen enough times.

"You didn't have to do all that" she says softly, "though I do appreciate it but to me this year just doesn't feel like Christmas and I don't know why" she sighs, dropping her gaze and nuzzling her head into his chest.

"Well we have the rest of the afternoon and I have some perfectly good cookies that need decorating if you're not too tired" Bucky suggests, reaching out to pull her from his chest, his hand just underneath her chin as he tilts her face towards him. Leaning in he places a soft kiss to her lips and he pulls away to find her smiling brightly.

"Let me just get changed and I'll be right back" she nods, pulling free from him altogether as she heads back towards the living room, towards the bedroom but in the doorway she stops, just now noticing what she had been too distracted to see earlier, "You put up the decorations too" she gasps, her hands coming to rest on her chest and over her heart as she turns back to a smiling Bucky who nods at her words, "I love you" she smiles before rushing off to get changed out of her work clothes, so that she can get back to the man she loves.

[boliv-jenta]

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Stupid Halloween fluff with Frankie.

Mentions of smut, nothing explicit. Mild spoilers for Hocus Pocus I guess?

The Witch is Back

"Another glorious morning! Makes me sick." A barely open brown eye peeks out from beneath the covers, a eyebrow raised quizzically over it. As your smile threatens to outshine the autumn sun streaming through the window, Frankie's brain catches up with him.

"Really? This early?!" He groans glancing at the alarm clock on his dresser.

"I told you, we're making this a day long event." His arms still wrapped in the blanket came up to wrap around you too, as you crawled back over the bed to him. Between the ease of your weight sinking to the mattress and the warmth of Frankie's embrace it was so tempting to slip back in beside him. To let sleep claim you once again, safe in the arms of the man that was your home, your rock, your world but some things were even more important that laying in the arms of your love.

"We have to get up! There's so much to do!" You shoved playfully at his firm chest.

"I have a few things, I'd like to do." He nuzzled your neck before trailing his lips over your pulse.

"Later." You shrugged him off.

That's when he knew you were serious."Really?!"

"Twenty-nine years, Frankie! Twenty-nine whole years I've been waiting for this! Now get dressed. I'll go start breakfast." You lumbered off the bed and dissappear out of the door before he could respond.

The scent of cinnamon, chocolate and powdered sugar wafted up the stairs as Frankie made his way down.

"Here. Get 'em while they're hot!" A plate was placed in front of Frankie before you span away in the direction of the fridge to retrieve the orange juice. Frankie eyed his pancakes for a moment. Since you had discovered how to make pancake art, every occasion had it's own specially designated pancakes. By your own admission they were far from perfect but Frankie could always tell what you were trying to make. He found the quirky cartoon shapes adorable. A broomstick, a cat and a spell book sat on his plate.

"Cute." He commented before covering them in chocolate syrup and dusting them with powdered sugar.

"You are." You smiled wiping the powder from his mustache after his first bite.

Once breakfast was done, there was the important mission of buying the Halloween decorations. Since you both hated putting the Christmas tree up and covering it with lights only to take it down two weeks later, you had convinced Frankie to let you put it up for Halloween as well. Themed tinsel and spooky decorations for Halloween before swapping them out for bright, multi coloured ones for Christmas. The black Christmas tree in the attic was perfect for both occasions. Thanks to you, the Christmas decorations were already neatly packed away in storage box. Frankie's previous storage system was to dump them all in a trash bag and forget abut them for a year until they needed detangling. Upon discovering this, you had questioned him about it. It was strange to you that the unusually neat and methodical Frankie would bundle the delicate decorations so carelessly. He'd lay the book his was reading on his chest and sheepishly glanced over at you. "I really like the holidays. People are different, kinder, more hopefully. Families get closer. Taking the tree down when everything is done just makes me feel, well, sad. I take it down, bag it up and shove it in the attic so I can forget what I'm missing."

Just when you thought you couldn't love Frankie any more, he'd drop something like that on you.

Frankie truly was the sweetest man you had ever met. Even when his dark side rose it's head, when he got so angry that the veins popped in his neck and he balled his fists so tightly that his knuckles went white. When he soft, warm eyes morphed into dark, harden gaze. When those eye's seemed to hold the stare of someone far away or someone else entirely. When you had no doubt that the man in front of you was a killer, for his county or not, that was the truth of it, you still couldn't lose sight of the sweet man that he was. If he was angry, he would take himself as far away from you at possible. He never wanted to subject you to seeing that side of him. No matter how much you reassured him, that it doesn't change how you feel for him, he simply didn't want to put you through the upset of seeing his moods. You were never afraid that that anger would be turned on you.

One night, when his thoughts were tangled somewhere else while his body was tangled with your's, he had woken with a start, he pinned you to the bed with an iron grip, one hand on your hip the other gripping the back of your head, before he realised where he was, that he was safe, at home, not in whatever nightmare memory his subconscious had dragged up. When you'd stuttered out his name in shock, he finally came back to you, eyes wide in the dim, moonlit room. Seeing the fear on your face broke him. Mutterings of 'I'm so sorry, Baby. So sorry. Forgive me.' spilled across your skin as he kisses every inch he could find. You had wrapped you arms and legs around him to ground him, holding him in the present, not letting him slip back to his grim past. Eventually, he had fallen back asleep like that, only to wake up early in the morning to make love to you. Each loving kiss and gentle caress, his attempt to replace the those kisses and touches given in his woeful state.

Frankie really was the sweetest man, anyone could tell by the way he indulged you as you skipped ahead down the aisle. Excited calls of "Frankie, look!" Being tossed over your shoulder as you went. The two of you must have spent over an hour, looking at the decorations, pressing every 'Try me' button, much to the annoyance of some of the other customers. When your fascination with the buttons became a threat to the mental wellbeing of the staff, you called it a day. Frankie insisted on carrying your haul to the car as you occasionally held his Bubble Tea out for him to sip. Something that you had given him a taste for.

It was easy to navigate the Saturday morning foot traffic, while absently managing both your drinks. As a woman you were always hyper aware in public but in exchange for a taste for Bubble Tea and a passion for the cinematic classic the 1999 version of The Mummy, Frankie had taught you to hone that awareness. It was less of a panicked tangle at the back of your brain and more a guiding voice, like Frankie's, deep and reassuring.

Lunch was burritos snagged on the way in and eaten while enjoying today's matinée viewing, Hocus Pocus. Frankie grinned around a mouthful as you joined the sisters in cursing Thackery, with an animated wave of you head. He tugged you closer in mild jealousy when you got excited at Billy's arrival. He giggled along with you at your inability to belt out I Put a Spell on You like Bette Midler. When it was over and the remnants of lunch were cleared away, Frankie climbed the attic ladder to retrieve the tree. He passed the large but thankfully not heavy box down to you which you promptly dropped as you too bust staring at his ass to take notice of how you were holding it. His head shot around as he heard it hit the floor.

"Sorry." You put an exaggerated grimace on your face.

"For dropping the box or staring at my ass?" Frankie really was aware of everything in his surroundings. "I did still have a few things planned for today."

He descended the ladder slowly, his cute little butt highlighted with every step. When he reached the bottom, he smiled mischievously "Trick or treat?"

"How about a little of both?" You whispered in his ear before biting the lobe. That was all it took for Frankie to drag you to your bedroom.

A few fun filled, and eventually, nap filled, hours later you came back down to start the decorations. The tree cast shadows on the wall as the lights shone, nestled between the branches. When Frankie was satisfied the lights were working and positioned properly, you began to drape the tinsel over them. There was length of white with little ghosted cut outs sticking out from it, a length of orange with pumpkins and, your personal favourite, a length with tiny bats fluttering from it. The tinsel glistened as the shaped threw more shadows on the walls. Frankie stood behind you, his shadow being softly cast on the wall by the only other light source in the room, the warm glow of a table lamp. You studied his shadow out of the corner of your eye. All broad shoulders and cocked out hip. You'd know that man anywhere.

It was still so hard for you to believe he was yours. You'd been in a pretty dark place when you met, no where near the level Frankie had once been at but it wasn't a competition, you had your own scars and battles. While helping Frankie heal his, you'd do some work on your own. He drove you to be better, you had to be to support him, to be the partner he needed. In turn, Frankie had done the same, he'd pushed himself out of his comfort zone, he'd believed in himself when he didn't think he could. He would do anything to be worthy of you.

Smiling over you shoulder as you hung some rubber bats on the branches, you caught Frankie looking at you, seemingly from a world of his own. "What are thinking about?"

"You." He said simply before stepping in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist to draw you close to him. He stayed like that, moulded to your back for a long moment. He did that sometimes it as if he needed a moment to take in that you were here with him, real flesh and blood in his arms. Taking a steady breath in, he placed a kiss to your shoulder. "So where do you want the little skeletons?"

Frankie knew better than to just haphazardly dive in, you would no doubt already have a plan in your mind of how it should look. "Just dot them around, not too close to each other. We want a good mix of each one in each section of the tree. We have the pumpkins and the black cats to go too."

"Yes, Ma'am." He nodded before proceeding to carry out you orders.

With the two of you working together, the tree was done in no time. The last touch was a Ghostbusters-esque ghost to go on top. You had no trouble reaching the top of the not overly tall tree, yet Frankie had insisted on lifting you up anyway, making sure to cop a handful as he picked you up and put you down. "Frankie!" You mock scolded.

With the tree looking exactly how you wanted it. It was time for the main event. Frankie fetched the Halloween candy and chips from the kitchen while you got the film queued up.

Frankie tried his best to keep up with the movie, he really did. It was just so hard with you bouncing excitedly next to him. The giddy little wriggle as the characters came back. The way your face lit up with each reference to the first movie. The way your curves jigged as you literally jumped for joy. The way your soft, warm hand slide perfectly into his as if to tug him alone in your enjoyment. Frankie was only mildly aware of the movie but he was completely aware of you and how much he loved this time with you.

"Did you love it or did you love it?" You squealed once the credits rolled.

"I loved it." He grinned before kissing you deeply.

Tags @kirsteng42 @babydarkstar @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy @scorpio-marionette @sturkillerbase @harriedandharassed @aynsleywalker @mswarriorbabe80 @quica-quica-quica @rise-my-angel @adancedivasmom

The title is a nod to me writing again. Still putting my series writing on hold for a little while. I'm gonna just write random stuff for fun. Let me know if you don't want to be tagged.💕

[goldkirk]

my goals for august:

• buy a mattress for the first time!!

• pick a bed if I have enough money this month

• get new legal documents

• report the problems from my psych admission in 2020 to the hospital even though it’s super late, so they just actually know. doesn’t matter if any of them care or change anything, just want to do it for me.

• listen to 8 new music artists on my catch-up list (1 is already done, Pearl Jam. Listening to Pink Floyd next)

• have someone forcibly go with me to the endodontist to get the over a year old root canal done and make them not tell me anything else about other teeth until that’s done so I don’t straight up leave and never come back

• learn what annual physicals are and find out if my new primary thinks if I actually should do them

• get a lot more post it notes and whiteboard stickers for notes to myself and just go ahead and put them everywhere for the moment

• get more than 38 hours of sleep every week for at least 3/4 weeks

• make a poster board that’s just the daily flow chart for work so I can stop trying to hold onto the three remaining shreds of that memory and just give up and use the external instructions for a while

• bake a congratulations for escaping a cult cake for myself and put sprinkles on it

• go to ONE group social event (or something like a museum group I guess) before it’s the end of the month. Have you considered a support group or hobby group ever in your life future me??? bc you should

• figure out strategies for food hoarding fixes and sort that shit out fast before it compounds too much in the new place

• avoid any and all thought pathways or questions about anything triggering during work hours like the plague, so I don’t pile on unnecessary spirals or flashbacks

• KEEP TAKING ALL THE MEDS EACH DAY JFC THEYRE EVEN IN A PILL BOX IT CANNOT POSSIBLY BE EASIER AND YET THERE ARE STILL SOME LEFT EVERY WEEK. PLEASE EXPLAIN, ME.

• stop. eating. so. many. brownies. stop. it’s not fun treating yo self anymore. it’s alarming. there WILL be brownies in the future the world will not stop having cosmic brownies for you to access I s2g me. i can see you have something to prove to yourself by compulsively buying and eating this very specific food that was like The snack food echoing through childhood. but like. Christ, dude. lay off the brownies. please for the love of everything. there is no way this is helping. there is no way you should be eating pre packaged processed snack desserts as often as this. i am literally begging you to make one pan of beans again. why in the world are you tired of beans they’re the only healthy thing you know how to cook HURRY UP AND GET UN-SICK OF THE BLACK BEANS AND STOP EATING COSMIC BROWNIES THIS IS JUST EMBARASSING, ME 😭

• try to do some beginner art tutorials from YouTube in sketchbook and on dollar store mini canvases

• get thank you letters sent that have been simmering in a sauce pan in the back of your head for months

• get pooh bear and the old glass lamp n stuff from the storage unit and finally put them in your apartment

• I have no idea how many things are in this list, sorry people, I’m on mobile and can’t put a read more so I’ll keep it short

• write a one sided index card explanation of why I’m not ready to talk to therapist for now that I can just hand someone if it’s suggested

• start making a poster board chart for various flavors of dissociation so I can pinpoint the right type faster and then just see the instruction for what’ll help and hopefully save time

• somehow make a physical copy and two more digital copies of the family event and situation records I’ve started keeping so I don’t just lose them someday if I get hacked or forget a password. consider sending a copy of what I have so far in a folder or mini binder and sending it to a safe relative for one more layer of protection

• talk to actual financial counselor about debts and about the right rate I should fill the safe-place-to-land money account for the niblings if I’ve only got 3-5 years max

• write a small script to tell the boss and my daily coworker a bare bones but honest short explanation of what I’m coming from and how it might affect my work for this coming year and to please let me know early if they start feeling like I’m slacking off or if I’m not as responsive and on top of things as I’m supposed to be, so we can all avoid frustration and repeated cycles of increasing boom-bust stress because of my current natural tendencies

• log things more often

• get physical sunlight on actual skin at least once every two days

• go outside for an Aoife walk at least twice a day even if it’s an ongoing fear response the whole time. No excuses. It shouldn’t matter if other people will think you’re weird, your dog needs walks. Also you need walks. Also you need people. You are like five days away from full agoraphobia and that’s gonna be a no from me dog. Sincerely, not quite agoraphobic but definitely never wanting to leave the building again past you

• Say nicer things to myself. I’ve gotten really, really mean, I haven’t been this cruel to myself in a few years and it needs to stop. If I catch a thought consciously, I’m going to attempt to build a habit of immediately having to say one nice statement too, related OR unrelated, that’s compassionate instead.

• catch up on four people or groups I’ve completely not responded to in ages without explanation and apologize before August is over. Four is better than 0, which it’ll be if I don’t ever actually just start somewhere and let myself keep being tired and afraid

• get a second tally clicker to track how many times this month I’m actually not scared or on edge

• test the phenomenon about my light sensitivity being shockingly super different on that one drug and jot some notes or a little log to bring up with doctor later if it’s helpful or if I have questions

• talk to someone to see a physical therapist for my left knee BEFORE it gets actually injured. Make this the first time you ever listen to the signs before something is actually wrong-wrong, figure me! come one you worked really hard to learn to start recognizing what sensations are supposed to mean “pain” rather than just “sensation type 16374” and you’re working really hard to actually pay attention to your body when it has a sensation that’s supposed to be pain. That’s a lot of new neural wiring, bring it all together by connecting it one more step to make a whole brand new highway next to the old one. You can do this. Do it please before this knee is properly fucked, you can’t bank on having several years before any bad injury, you know now that’s not how bodies work and you could just get out of bed wrong and tear it if you’re at just the wrong angle and level of strain, get on top of this and it’ll be sooooo good in a few months, I bet our knees AND feet and hips will ALL feel stronger and more fun to move on if you do!!!!

• go to that one free yoga session so I actually see some people living here and get social time

• practice ducking and hunching less when outside around people

• get a psychiatrist over here and get all my meds switched over

• go fishing with Margie again before her school starts and take her somewhere fun with me

• bake Margie a cake

• paint a cardinal picture for Aunt P

• start writing letters to G even if I’m not allowed to send them and write them for the other kids too and decorate a special box to keep them all in

[pennycat83]

🌃🏓Candy Psycho 🏓🌃

Candyman x Reader

(A/N: I don't plan to add many of these but I wanted to add I've tried to make the character as general as possible. But I did also want to go with a unique job 'cause I couldn't handle writing an office worker, also might add this to other websites when I finish.)

Despite having the easiest job on site, the day dragged harder than normal. "Y/N, move the signs out near the sidewalk". They followed the order half heartedly, as the scraping of metal on concrete dragged most passer-by's attention with it. They ignored the annoyed glares and continued until the entrance to the work site was completely blocked.

Leaning against what little shade the office had was welcomed, alongside a silently accepted water. Their eyes flicked to the other workers occasionally, they remembered insisting against full manual labour when they started. The concept of just setting up barricades was mocked, but they had held their ground.

Work edged on until the heat of the sun had finally started receeding. "Got s'me fliers y' need t' put out t'morrow". They nodded at this silently as they gathered their things for the day.

Why did they choose this job?

It wasn't something they had thought about too hard but given the option between random mundane temp work or this...'least I get to use the computers'.

Their mind wandered as they reached the station. They tried to put it off, but the swampy air in the corridors of this place had finally started getting to them.

They pulled their sweat drenched hair back into a pony tail as they stood by. Plugging their earphones in, it felt familiar. It hit them, they hadn't seen that freak for a while. It felt off, their appearance was so unique it was impossible to miss them.

Their eyes darted up hopefully. Nothing, no one in particular stood across from them aside from an old couple. The cold wind blowing by as the train screeched in front of them.

Given his appearance, there as a chance he had...They tensed. 'been kidnapped...?', given the Safety Leagues often macabre tactics it made sense. They tried their best not to imagine how the league could've, but there had been rumours.

Their view of the way home was slightly blurry as the gears kept grinding. Only slowing as their view blacked out thanks to a lamp post near their place. "Sh-", they hissed, shaking their head slightly, as they rummage in their pocket for the keys.

The shower was welcomed, slumped against the counter whilst the sound of the washing machine whirred with their mind. 'There's no way to be sure if he's in danger, I mean he seemed pretty competent s' the S.L sh'ld be nothing...'. They paused, 'y' see that fucking robot the Safety league dropped in that tournament?!' 'yeah, took like, 8 people to take it out!'. They shuddered at the mear gleam of that overheard rumour. Their fingers drummed against the can.

Without even a pause of hesitation, they put their half finished can back in the fridge, pulled out their bag and ripped their 'bat' out of the cluster that was her "storage closet". Yanking their hair through a brush as they put together their outfit. No goofing around. Bag, headphones, keys, 'bat', wallet. phone; go. The door of their apartment closing behind as they crept downstairs.

Figuring out where he was would be hard. Yes they had last seen them in city centre but they doubted he'd stay there for long. They mindlessly sauntered down the stairs to the station but- 'ah shit, ladder!'. They huffed and started making their way up. Sliding their card on the turnstiles and snatching the ticket as they marched forward.

Slumped against the seat, the low beats coming from their headphones drowned out their thoughts as the adverts melted into vague colours behind them, various lights flickered past. With each screeching halt they could feel their chest tighten slightly. "Next stop Central City-".

Every step after the announcement felt weird, it might've been the chest caving anxiety but they felt like a machine. Mindlessly wandering up the stairs and through different hallways until they surfaced to a cool breeze.

They scanned the alleyways next to them before beginning. Trudging down back alleys, scaling every rooftop; they only snapped out of their trance when they spotted a police drone, booking it the otherway.

"You got your ass beat by a WHAT?!", the joking quip perked their attention to a pair of players as they rested against a wall, both seeming equally banged up. "-Dude, the guy was a PSYCHO!" ,"yeah, a kid's mascot is really gonna scare me, what's he gonna do hobble me with his cane?!". They lingered slightly but let the joking quarrel continue as they proceeded forward.

'Seemed recent so...most likely here but...', this was starting to get to them. 'I mean he kicked my ass GOOD last time...probably could've beaten me too...so, why the hell am I...doing this?", the phrase slapped them back to some conscious. Why... were they doing this? he didn't seem to be in any trouble from what they had seen. Sure, Doombox was still a concern but he hadn't been SEEN by anyone, and that weirdo's fighting was competent enough to scare anyone off.

They groaned slightly and slumped into the sidewalk. "The fuck 'm I doing...?". 'Got work tomorrow, gonna hafta buy a ladder without being weird...' Their thoughts began to spiral, 'God I'm such an idiot, go out at night with a vague description, no name and expect to find some feral ye old shoppe nut...case'.

'HOLY SHI-' they bolted up, how...how could they be this dumb?!That outfit was-! They weightlessly began ascending into a mad dash down the street. Every startled passerby, activated police drone, seemed to be an easy obstacle, dipping through alleys and even memorised shortcuts to get closer to it. Almost tripping over themselves in front of the place.

'Henry's...closed' it didn't feel like a coincidence, 'so the sod's still going...'. Their sigh and smirk wavered slightly, this didn't feel right. They had met him before but he seemed different, there was this aura to him that felt goofily lighthearted. He was charming enough to keep them bantering for hours but always knew when it knock it off.

"Waiting for him too?". They tensed, cocking their head slightly, they gleamed the vibrant green shirt, their eyebrows knitted, shoving one hand in their pocket so it could reach into the bag easier, they turned around properly.

It sort of felt like deja vu, the bright green shirt, the comedically large hat that only left the gleam of their glasses visible in the casted shadows. Their hand remained, "Y' know him?", "old friend". It was all too easy of a claim but, they nodded at that. "Never saw you 'round too often...", "met him through Lethalball". That was... the tension was making this awkward. They folded their arms and rested against the wall of the building, feeling their shoulders droop slightly.

The silence lingered, thoughts altering between confirmation and naivety on his claim. On the one hand they had never heard of Lethalball when they first came here let alone see Henry play so he might've met more people than he let on; on the other...

"You see him recently?", their tone could barely manage to stay monotone, confusion and desperation slipping through. "You know that tournament?", "what from 2 months ago?". He nodded, "last I saw him".

"DAMNIT!", it echoed throughout the streets, triggering a dog nearby and causing two residents to pipe up.

"..."

"....you good?"

"Yeah, yeah no I just...think I saw him recently but he was acting...weird"

The stranger folded his arms.

"Overly powered and way too quick?"

"mhm"

He bowed his head solemnly, pulling a paddle out and twirling it slightly as he pondered. "...I don't need to tell you something's wrong but...I think it runs a bit deeper", "whatd'ya mean...". The pace picked up. "I mean when I saw him again he was in the Asylum, makes sense he's acting weird". The slight jab only made this more concerning.

"You gonna get him back to work?", this made them pause slightly. "...maybe". "Good luck, I don't think he even knows what he's doing". The spinning finally stopped with a quick flick of the wrist and a snatch before it hit the sidewalk. He slid it back into his pocket, straightening his posture slightly. "Weird question-", they paused slightly. "mm?", "do y'wanna...y'know exchange numbers...maybe?".

"In case one of us find him?", "yeah...". If he had broke out of a Safety League controlled location...- they slightly shuddered at the idea. Without missing a beat he gestured for something to write on, they rummaged in their bag and pulled out a notebook and a pencil, silently watching as he scribbled before handing it back. "Dice", "huh?". The clacking of his sandals began to fade slightly as he strolled down the street, hands in his pockets. "It's Dice", he jabbed a thumb at himself, "Y/N", they quipped back.

They watched as he wandered further away.

'Posters, ladder...find Henry...'

'Just begs the question...where the hell is he now?'

[trash-monkey]

The World Of Water (Rewrite)

A blazing sun sits in the middle of the blue sky without a cloud in sight while the endless void of water below crosses all sides of the horizon. A large boat sits alone on top of the water, made up of two sail boats in the style of a trimaran boat without the middle hull. It's hold together by metal poles and strong nets, in the middle of these boats is a pole that connects to each boat which holds the large sail and another pole that crosses under it has the turning system for the sail at the back.The empty spaces has strong nets so it's easy to walk to each side of this large boat, once inside the back holds a bedroom while the small room on the right is a bathroom and the large room on the left is a storage while the front is a small living room.

Suddenly a large wet hand grabbed a railing, one of many on the side of the large boat while the other hand quickly throw a bag made from nets onto the boats floor before grabbing a railing and pull it's person onto the boat. A large man with (H/C) shoulder length hair and (E/C) eyes sits on the boats floor only wearing black faded to gray pants that fits him perfectly as it have some holes down the legs while letting the water on his skin dry up in the blazing heat of mid day. Once rested and semi-dry he started looking through what he have brought up with him in his net bag, pulling out old rusted things but hopefully would be good for trading and put the bag inside the cabin he's sitting in front of once he had a look at everything. With swiftness he pulls a lever on his way to the other side, pulling another lever in the same spot as the first one and watch as both anchors are pulled up before turning the handles on the turning system for the large sail letting it catch the wind when the sail turned causing the large boat to speed across the water despite the large size of the boat.

The large man looks out onto the horizon through a old rusted binoculars seeing nothing until something catches his eye, pieces of boards float around with other things.

"Somkers" The man growled to himself as he views the rickage of the another boat, Somkers are like scavengers. Some of them ride on small boats powered by machines while other ride on lager boats with large fans on the back and the only warning you get is the loud noise from their boats to alert you, once they see you just hope your boat is fast enough to get away unless you have a death wish. He continues looking around making sure the Somkers are long gone but something unexpected popes up in his lens, two people floating on a piece of board. How they survive the Somkers or Why did they let them live? Somkers don't care who you are, woman, child, slave, or man, they'll kill you no matter what. With hesitation the man sail the boat towards them and once he's right next to them he quickly drops both anchors stoping the boat from moving any farther. The man quickly notice both are unconscious and barely hanging onto the board, he quickly grab them with gentle hands before laying them on the net for the sun to warm and dry them. With speed the man pulled the anchors up while keeping a eye out on the horizon until both anchors slam into place, he turns the sail to caught the wind and before long they're speeding across the water.

By the time I consider us safe and stopping the boat the Sun seats closer to the horizon, with a relief sigh I hit a secret lever to pull my sail down before I sit down against it before glancing at the two I have rescued. Both male with short hair but one is blood red while the other is sun yellow and the only piece of clothing they have on are black skirts that lays around a few inches away from their knees but what really catches my eye is the metal sitting on leather with a large ring in the front while a lock perch on the back that rest on each of their necks, slave collars and by the way they're dressed and the few scars I can see their master wasn't kind. An hour or two later night falls along with the temperature so I carefully moved the two into the room on the opposite side of mine and cover them with the large but thin pieces of clothes I had stored away on this side of my boat.

An hour after the first rays of sun I have already boiled water to drink and started to grill the fish I have caught earlier which caused the two I have saved to finally wake up with growling stomachs at the smell of cooked fish but they quickly pushed their hunger away when they noticed they're in a unknown place, carefully the yellow one peeks out from the hull as the red one is a step behind him. He looks around to see their on a large boat before his eyes lands on my back which is facing them and pulls away from the door to whispered to his friend. Since I have better hearing then most people do I can hear them talking but can't tell what their saying.

"You two going to come out and eat?" I asked as I hold out some cooked meat without looking while they jumped at my rough voice and surprised that I know that their awake, the yellow one peeks out of the hull again to see me holding cooked fish towards them without looking. Quickly he snatch the meat from the hand and returns to his friend where he rips the meat into two pieces for them both after he gives it a sniff to make sure I didn't do anything to the meat before eating it.

"I found you two drifting in the water with what was left of your boat, Smokers?" I asked while holding out more meat to them but before the yellow could grab it I pulled it just out of his reach, he narrow his eyes at me as he moves closer and reach for the meat again but I quickly pull the meat away once again before pointing the seats opposite of me.

"Sit, you'll get more." The yellow one glance between me and where I have pointed at as he thinks, quickly he sits with a leg under him but sits in a way I can't see up his short skirt as he thinks I'm a lot larger up close then he thought and I hand him the piece of meat. He waves over the redhead before taking a large bite out of the fish meat, with hesitation the redhead sit snuggly to his yellow friend side and eating in a slower rate then his friend when I hand him his own piece of cooked fish meat.

"Names." I demand after their shock wears off when I hand them cups of drinkable water, I throw more meat onto the grill that's sits between all three of us as the yellow one glances around before finally answering my question.

"Naruto" He shoves more meat into his mouth after in nervousness then in hungry as he already eat a few mouth fulls.

"Gaara" The redhead specks softly although his voice is deeper them his friends voice as he continues to slowly eat.

"(Y/N)" I respond as I hold out more cooked fish meat which Gaara takes as he just finished his first piece but since Naruto had already eaten two he denys the piece I hold out to him.

"Clothes" I gesture to the large net bag filled with clothes I have collected over time which I had placed onto the twin sized bed of the left boat from where the two had woken up early and after I lead to the two back into to show them the clothes, I leave the two to change in peace as the two watch feeling uncomfortable with this stranger's kindness.

"What is he going to do with us?" Gaara asked Naruto slightly scared and worried about their lives.

"If he wanted to do something bad he wouldn't have clothed, feed, and even given us precious hydro." Naruto whispered back knowing if people wanted something from them they wouldn't be nice about it but this man, a complete stranger although strange himself is treating them like normal people despite the visible slave collars around their necks. Naruto just shakes his head and started looking through the clothes before he picks a light blue skirt that slightly touches the ground and sits comfortable around his low waist as the fabric is double so he doesn't have to wear anything under it but what caught his attention is the asymmetric design as the skirt has a wrap around style so it doesn't matter what size he is it'll fit, Gaara finds another one but in the same color as his hair and both decided to wear them instead of their shorter thin ones.

"Thank you for saving our lives." Naruto said as him and Gaara retake their seat across from me on the right of the boat with Gaara silently following behind him, I just give him a nod in return.

"You'll have to wear your collars for a while longer until most people know you're with me so Slavers won't try to grab you again, if someone asks why you are with me and not your previous master just say that I have traded something precious for you two." They both nod understanding my reasoning for keeping the collars on.

"His feet!" Gaara hissed into Naruto's ear at the sight of my wedded feet.

"It doesn't matter he still saved our lives instead of leaving us in the water to die." Naruto quickly hissed back scolding Gaara for his tone seeing that I'm a kind man but everyone has their limits, Gaara nods lowly in apology. The two watch as I quickly put out the first of the small grill before skillfully pulling up the two anchors and popping the sail open in surprising speed, wind blows greatly as the large boat flys across the water as the light wind pushes us forward. Gaara and Naruto moved to sit on the strong net as I stand at the steering, the two feels the air of the warming morning again against their face as they feel finally like their free.

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