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[rapidhighway]

Day 18: Nightmare

After ignoring the fact that I was supposed to do @mobtober I come crawling back again bc I like the prompt. This one’s for the amazing @toastytoaster22 because this prompt was just an excuse to draw fanart for Flooded which is one of the first fanfics I read for mp100 and I still fucking love so much and if yall aren’t reading Toasty’s fanfics then do you even have taste

[sunriseindigo]

by the fireplace

mikako x kiyoka, 1034 words

summary: locked in with each other during a snowstorm, mikako finds herself incredibly cold and it’s up to kiyoka to warm her up

tags: established relationship, fluff, cuddling, mikako just wants her gf to cuddle her,,,,

oh boy another fanfic!!! tbh mikako/kiyoka (kuromaki i like to call it) has been slowly becoming a comfort ship for me and the content for it is like. nonexistent so it’s my job to fuel it!!! (also can u see the types of fics i’m into lol)

The wind howled outside as delicate little snowflakes fell from the sky. The scenery outside almost looked entirely white not because of the snow currently falling to the ground, but also the snow that was already there. Even worse, it was to be that way for the rest of the day. 

With the snow piling up each hour, Kiyoka and Mikako decided to stay inside for the next few days until a path was cleared for the exorcist to go home. 

Yamato was repeatedly texting his sister--making sure that she was okay, that he was concerned for her, little reminders to stay bundled up and to stay inside--almost every minute. Mikako tried to reply to each of them as quickly as she could, telling him that she was okay and that Kiyoka was keeping her company. To be honest, it helped clear any boredom she experienced while locked inside.

However, the texts suddenly slowed down one day. It wasn’t like Mikako was constantly questioning why her brother wasn’t texting her as much--she was focusing on keeping warm.

She blew on her hands and rubbed them together, attempting to heat them up, but nothing was working. Mikako began to shiver and she now focused on getting her arms warm. It was never that cold as it was the previous days, and even wearing two sweaters couldn’t cure her from the chilliness.

“W-why is it so cold in here?” she questioned.

Kiyoka, who was sitting besides her on the couch, peered up from her phone. She immediately became concerned as she witnessed Mikako shiver. “Hey, is everything okay?” she asked, setting her phone down. The exorcist shook her head in response.

“Well, the fireplace was lit not too long ago! Why don’t you grab a few blankets and sit by there while I get you some hot chocolate?”

Mikako nodded in response as she smiled. “You’re the best, Kiyoka,” she said, placing a kiss on the sniper’s cheek. She couldn’t help but blush at the sudden gesture.

Slowly, Mikako got up and took a fleece blanket laying on a nearby chair and made her way to the fireplace. She immediately began to feel more comfortable as she stepped closer to the fire, sitting down on the floor where she could begin to feel more toasty. The exorcist smiled with content as she wrapped the blanket around her, letting all the warmth from the fire, blankets and sweaters absorb her.

Even with all of this, something felt missing. Although Mikako was thankful for all of the comfort during the raging snowstorm, it didn’t feel right. Like there was a missing piece to make everything perfect.

She would simply have to wait until Kiyoka returned.

A few minutes later, Kiyoka entered the room holding a cup of warm hot chocolate. She walked toward Mikako before sitting down besides her and handing the mug to her. She gracefully took it and took a large sip from it.

“Tastes good?” the sniper asked.

“As always,” Mikako laughed slightly. Kiyoka knew exactly how she wanted her hot chocolate, and she did it right every time.

“Getting any warmer yet?”

“Yes, but… something doesn’t feel right.”

Kiyoka looked at her; confused. “What doesn’t feel right? Is the blanket too much? Do you want more fire? Is--” 

“I was wondering if you wanted to cuddle with me.”

Her train of thought and wonder was suddenly interrupted. The blonde girl’s face started to turn red by her girlfriend’s suggestion, taken by surprise. It was incredibly unusual for someone so reserved when it came to affection like Mikako would suggest something like that out of the blue. She wasn’t opposed to it by any means, she was simply amazed by what she had said.

“...Well?” Mikako looked up from her mug.

“Oh! Yes, of course!” Kiyoka replied, snapping out of her daze.

Mikako opened up her blanket to let her girlfriend crawl in next to her. Kiyoka proceeded to follow suit as the exorcist began to wrap the blanket around the two of them, trying to get themselves comfortable by the fire. It didn’t take too long before Mikako let out a sigh of content.

“Is that better?” Kiyoka asked, peering up at Mikako.

“Mhm,” Mikako smiled as she nodded her head.

“You just wanted an excuse to cuddle with me, didn’t you?”

“I mean… I was really cold before I got here. I just wanted to cuddle with you too… it didn’t feel right to sit here by myself…”

Kiyoka laughed. “Well, glad you’re feeling better Mika!”

“Are you ever going to not call me that?”

“I think it’s cute! You always get flustered when I call you that anyways!”

Mikako felt blush creeping up toward her face, and at that point she couldn’t deny it. 

“Alright, fine,” she said, playfully rolling her eyes, “You are right.”

“Told you so!”

Mikako planted a gentle kiss on Kiyoka’s cheek, to which the sniper reciprocated the affection. She leaned her head on Mikako’s shoulder, grinning as she proceeded to snuggle her closer. The two of them enjoyed a few minutes of serenity--together--with little care of the world.

Suddenly, a phone went off. Kiyoka lifted her head up and grabbed the phone to read who the notification was from, only for a big grin to appear on her face.

“Mikako, you have to look at this!” Kiyoka looked at her girlfriend, her eyes sparkling. 

“What is it?” Mikako questioned, taking a sip of her hot chocolate before setting it on the ground.

“Yamato finally texted you back! I brought your phone with me just in case and I thought you would like to see it.”

She handed the exorcist’s phone to her. He sent her a picture of him standing in the snow, the fluffy material reaching his knees. He was bundled up in what appeared to be around four jackets and a few scarves, giving a thumbs up towards the camera.

having fun down there?? :O

Mikako couldn’t help but laugh at the image before replying back to him:

yep, looks like you’re having fun too!

The text was almost instant once it was sent.

u know what this means mikako???

snowball fight?

snowball fight!!!!! >:D

[badwriterrr]

11/11/11 tag

Answer the 11 questions of the person who tagged you, make up 11 questions, then tag 11 people to answer them.

Tagged by @adayforducks​ 

1. Do you make playlists for your WIP? For particular characters or for the story in general?

Yep, i have playlist for both my main story and my main characters. If you’re curious you can find it here

2. Do you RP (or have you ever done so)?

Nah not really my thing :P

3. Have you ever written (or do you currently write) fanfiction?

I used to write loads of fanfics, mostly for harry potter, shadowhunter, and shameless but haven’t written any recently. Maybe i should get back to my roots?

4. What’s your go-to writing snack?

Vegemite and cheese toastie

5. Do you have a favourite piece of writing advice you’ve given or been told?

Hmmm, it’s a bit cheesy but probably ‘write what you want to read.’

6. What’s your favourite font?

Time New Roman 

7. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve Googled recently for research?

‘How old was Meiji when he became emperor’ (Legit googled this for no reason what so ever)

8. Do you prefer to set your stories in real or fictional places?

Real, not sure why. Maybe I just have no imagination

9. What’s one thing that you love about the creative process?

Finding and gathering information and putting an idea in ur head1

10. What’s one thing you dislike about it?

Maybe all the work? idk

11. What kind of ending does your WIP have?

Pretty sad ending, but i have two possible ending that i’ve been tossing up in the air

My Questions:

1. What was your fav book growing up?

2. What genre is your WIP

3. Are any of your oc based on people

4. What is your guilty pleasure read?

5. If you had to summarise your WIP in three words, what would they be?

6. What do you take inspiration from?

7. How do you deal with writers block?

8. What's your fav TV show?

9. Are you in any fandoms? What are they?

10. How long have you been writing your WIP for?

11. What was the first story you ever wrote, how old were you? What as it about?

Tag: @quillstrider @the-unwritten-writer @alwysbcreative @flve-words @nou-tar @literate-libby @writeouswriter @inkspilledqueen @worldofhiraeth @badwolf-druidwrites @eternalvertigos

[bellarxse]

No one tagged me but *grabby hands*

1. Priya 💅

2. Gary? Or Henrik. I just really like their laidback vibe ☺️

3. Carl (but I have to come up with other dialogue in my head because there is no way that Casa “Alien Boy” Carl says “it’s smooth all over to Elisa I refUSE--) - I just really like the idea of him both as an LI in the game and thinking about him outside of the Villa. He’s the most intriguing to me, and one of the most realistic imo

4. Season 2

5. Tumblr? Idk, not Reddit anyway 😂

6. I’m not going to do all of them but--

I like the idea that Hope’s a Capricorn and Noah’s a Cancer - I think it fits their characterisation and they would then have opposing signs on the zodiac wheel, which sums up their dynamic. They’re magnetically attracted to each other at the beginning, but the cracks start to show later on with different priorities. By then, both of them are locked in and unwilling/unable to admit that they’d be happier with other people.

Gary’s a Taurus, try and change my mind.

Lottie..is a Scorpio with fire placements.

Lucas is a Scorpio I think - or he certainly has some Scorpio placements if it’s not his sun sign (such kink, much possessive, very HOT) (I think he’s a Leo in canon but naw that doesn’t fly)

I think Carl’s a Virgo - it’s always tricky to tell with people on the spectrum (and Casa-Carl almost certainly is, at least a little bit, which is part of why I love him so) but his work ethic and his negative reaction to you touching his hair before you make the toastie together kind of clinch it for me.

7. I really need someone with Chelsea’s energy in my life, but realistically I would have to say Marisol - I think we’d have the most in common.

8. I don’t like that there isn’t an option to have Bobby just as a friend. Please don’t misunderstand, I really like him as a character and I know that the game is partially constructed so that he’s your endgame (as shown by the pool scene at the end) - but I don’t like how difficult the game makes it to not do a Bobby playthrough. That said, I love my fluffy Bobby playthroughs as much as the next person on here 💖

9. Marisol - take it or leave it haha

10. I HATE JO. There, I said it. I feel so much better now. 😌

11. I’d say one of the girls? Priya, Lottie or Chelsea. I don’t see Marisol or Hope going down that route, they’re more interested in traditional career progression. Chelsea has a very insta aesthetic (pastels, athleisure etc), Lottie could be doing make-up collabs/tutorials/showcases, Priya could be modelling on her own terms and have much more control over her own image (which might make her less anxious about being in front of cameras?)

12. Priya? (Most of my answers are Priya, I just love her so much)

13. I’m actually going to go with “traditional” cigarette smoking because I think a lot of other people have already done weed headcanons:

- Gary probably had a phase in his late teens where he would smoke socially (based on his background and where he’s from in the UK) - Marisol reminds me a lot of one of my uni friends who was practically a chainsmoker, so I see her as using it as a destresser during her finals. She has pretty strong willpower so she’s able to stop whenever she wants. - I actually see Kassam as a roll-up boy. Make of that what you will

14. Obviously S3 is already out (and has nearly finished), so some thoughts about what has happened instead:

- I genuinely think that in trying to give us more choice (please stop banging on about Nicky and Seb I don’t care - we have 2/3 female LIs who we don’t have to leap through blazing hoops to get, just let me LIVE) Fusebox have had coding and balancing difficulties - MC’s actions don’t have any consequences. If she leads LIs on, no one cares. Flirting with other people’s LIs has no consequences. We didn’t even have any consequences for sleeping with Tai behind the waterfall?!?!?! - I have mixed feelings on the drama in this season - on the one hand, I’m a messy bitch who lives for other people’s drama so I was gagging for some. On the other hand, the world is going to hell in a handcart, so it was nice to have genuinely friendly people just enjoying each other’s company and trying to get on. - My philosophy on drama is that it should be like cinnamon - spicing things up a little at a time. Going from 0-60 on Day 9/10? Forgetting our name having had sex with us twice (if you paid the gems)?? I-- This isn’t what I play for. If I wanted betrayal I’d just go out dating irl haha

I’m semi-seriously considering doing a S3 rewrite I just need someone to discourage me

15.  I read so many fanfics - @beebips​ @ravenadottir​ silentscreaming (on AO3 - if they have a tumblr someone tell me their URL please I worship their “Heavenly Henrik” fic) @bobbymckenziess​ I love them all

16. Hmm - I have no idea how many I’m allowed, so I’ve done it in order of who I want: S1: - Allegra - Jen (sorry Tim/Jen fans, but I have a bee in my bonnet about Lucas/Jen and I really like the idea for some reason?)  - Rohan (deserved so much better) - whichever one of Jasper/Miles Allegra didn’t get with in the relevant S1 playthrough - Talia

S2 - Lottie (can you imagine her and Allegra I’m quaking) - Lucas - Noah - Priya (I don’t know if there are any rules on age, since she’d be 30, but I love the idea of her and Lottie teaming up having been through so much together in their season <3 ) - maybe Gary? (if the relevant S2 playthrough had been Gary/Lottie, I kind of want to see that dynamic) (if we can’t have Priya, it would be fun to have one of the CA girls like Siobhan or Emily, or one of the unnamed ones)

S3 because why not - Camilo - Rafi/Lily (whichever one walked if they couldn’t turn your head) (with Rafi/Lily - I like the idea of them being “original islanders” and seeing how their approach and demeanour would change when they’re not trying to win a very specific person?) - Nicky (sorry Elladine he just doesn’t seem as into it as you are </3 ) - Iona (again, love the idea of just having them be in there together) - Tai

17. HENRIK IS DYING RIGHT NOW PLEASE PRAY FOR HIM. Other than that, Chelsea’s struggling (not least because emotional permanence is a problem for people with ADHD) and Rocco’s really not liking the travel restrictions.

[hamilkilo]

Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

Prompt: You wanted to lose weight, but your approach was unhealthy, and you developed an eating disorder. You try hiding it from the boys, but that goes as well as one would expect…

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader

TW: Eating disorders, self depreciating thoughts, depression, crying, concerned boyfriends, spicy implications, and relationship goals.

A/N please reach out if you ever need help!

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this! I wanted to tackle another topic like this because I know that it makes me feel better to read fanfics that cover things I’m going through. I did my best! I want to thank all of you pure cinnamon rolls who have been so supportive! I love you so much! Thank you for your kindness! If you want me to tag something, please let me know! I want you to feel safe when you read my work! Please enjoy!

Word Count: 2828

Young, Scrappy, and Hungry

In a recent survey conducted by Glamour, It was revealed that 97% of women hate their bodies at some point in their lives. As sad as it is, these statistics aren't shocking.

You were one of those women in the count. You'd never felt good about yourself. Your body was never enough. Some days, you'd feel that you were too fat, other days too thin. Your chest didn't look right, your curves didn't fall right, your hair never parted the way you wanted. You had bags under your eyes so big that they could be used to cover Connecticut when it rained. You considered yourself far from perfect.

However, not a day went by where one of your boys didn't compliment you. It'd be sweet nothings like "you look extra bright this morning!" from Hercules, an "I love the way the light catches your eyes today!" from John, or maybe even a "your ass is so fine all the time" from Lafayette followed by a slap. Alex, on the other hand, liked to write you cute notes about everything he found adorable about your body, mind, and soul. Your boys worshipped you, but you didn't consider yourself a goddess.

Maybe it all stemmed from those countless trips to the dressing rooms where cute clothes you loved were hung back up and discarded because your stomach was too big or your thighs were too thick. Perhaps it was the way people looked at you when you wore your bathing suit. It might be those offhanded remarks about your weight from the past that stuck with you. Whatever the reason, you didn't like yourself.

You were never the kind to toe dip. You always dove straight in, head first. That's what Alex really loved about you; you were always first on board and ready to commit. Instead of slowly restricting calories and working out like a healthy diet doctors might recommend, you stopped eating all together. You woke up one morning and skipped breakfast, claiming that you weren't hungry. The boys didn't bother you on the matter considering mornings tended to be hectic around the house. Then, you skipped lunch. The boys weren't there to scold you on that one either. Dinner was trickier. You complained of cramps and lady issues to get them off your tracks, but they still fussed over you. After all, Laf knew how much you loved his mashed cauliflower as a side. They tended to you that night with heating pads, chocolate, and sweet kisses, warming your heart.

The next day, John handed you a granola bar, and Hercules made sure to put a baggies of orange slices in your purse as you left. When you got to work, you threw them both away, feeling slightly guilty. You skipped lunch again that day. Once you got off work, you went home, changed, and went to the gym for the first time in a century or two. You went hard on the elliptical, trying to burn as many calories as possible. It wasn't that bad. Your stomach only gave the occasional twinge of hunger. You went home after two hours at the gym and showered. You were greeted with a plate of spaghetti and meatballs, but you claimed that your workout made you feel sick. Herc wasn't home; he had to stay late at the shop that night, so it wasn't a huge deal or anything for you to skip dinner. It was a rare and happy occasion when all of you could sit down together and eat. When you didn't, you all kind of did your own thing.

You made it several days, lying, throwing food out, and exercising at the gym, trying to slim down. You'd even started following thinspiration blogs that you'd look at whenever you got hungry. On the third day that you hadn't eaten, you got cold more often. It wasn't a huge deal; you just wore sweaters more. You'd eat occasionally because you'd read that after three days of fasting, your body would start to burn muscle instead of fat. However, whenever you did eat, it was like a bird: small portions and low calories.

After about a week of this, Alex offered to take you for coffee one night when he needed a break from writing. You agreed because it was a treat for him to offer, and you went to the Mudhouse Cafe, the place you met the boys. Aaron wasn't working that night, luckily, and Alex insisted on buying you a muffin and a coffee. You sat together on the couch, and when he noticed you shivering, he put his arm around you. He smelled like the sea, and it made you smile. He occasionally kissed your cheek, hair, or neck, and chatted to you about how infuriating Jefferson was at work or about the article he was writing. He watched as you picked apart the muffin, not saying anything outright about it.

Eventually, he had finished his coffee, and it was fairly obvious that you hadn't consumed your snack.

"Y/N?" He asked from beside you, and you turned to look at him, "Aren't you going to eat the muffin?"

You couldn't say no. You felt bad since he had wasted his money on you. So you smiled, "Of course! Sorry, I guess I was too interested in your rantings about Jefferson." Then you ate the muffin, piece by piece, and laughed while Alex went off about Jefferson again. You also managed to drink your coffee, despite the way it churned your stomach to think of the amount of calories in it. Before you left, you excused yourself to the bathroom, where you forced the contents out of your body. You couldn't bare the idea of that food, sitting in your stomach, slowly being dissolved into your body.

Weeks passed awkwardly. You didn't eat, then you'd binge and purge, feeling sick. You didn't like what you were doing, but you felt like the end would justify the means. You could tell that your body was changing, but it wasn't enough. The boys were more interrogative of you, but they were easily avoided by you staying later at work and missing dinner. They'd leave plates of food for you in the fridge, which you'd end up throwing away or flushing when they weren't looking. You drank more coffee, too, to keep your energy. The downside was the jitters, and it was difficult for you to hide your shakes around them, so you kept your hands in your pockets most of the time.

One Thursday, John took you to lunch. You thought he was just being a good boyfriend, but he was really more concerned about you. They all were. He took you to a Ruby Tuesday's, and your first red flag he noticed was when you ordered water instead of your favorite strawberry tea. There was a time where you'd drink four glasses in one meal and order one to go. You swore by their tea. Then, you denied the salad bar, which you knew would add up calories quick. John tried to tempt you with the offer of sunflower seeds and fresh mushrooms, but you declined. You ordered a small piece of salmon with grilled zucchini for your side instead of getting the ravioli. Your boyfriend was no fool. He could tell that you weren't well.

"Y/N," he wiped his mouth with his napkin after eating a burger. You cringed at the amount of calories he'd consumed without a second thought. "You've barely touched your fish!"

You shrugged and pushed another piece around on your plate, "I'm sorry, John, I guess I'm just not that hungry today."

He bit his lip, and you blushed. Was he onto you? You couldn't tell.

"You haven't been very hungry lately. Are you sure you're well?" He grabbed your hand in his and squeezed it, trying to convey that he wanted you to talk to him, and you cleared your throat before you looked away.

"I'm fine, I promise!" Well, you know, aside from the fact that it was a toasty sixty five degrees outside, and you were wearing a sweater. You made a trip to the bathroom before you left.

The boys had shifted in their compliments. They now complimented your eyes, your smile, your laugh, and things about your personality. It was almost like they were trying to ignore your body. This pissed you off. You'd worked so hard to get thinner! Maybe you weren't thin enough. So you worked harder on the elliptical, jogged faster around the neighborhood, and came home from the gym later.

One night, you were about to go for a jog around the neighborhood when Herc caught your hand. "Sweetheart, why don't you join us in tonight? Since we're all home, we thought to order pizza and watch a movie!"

You felt your heart stutter. They were all looking at you, seeking an answer. Pizza? The amount of calories in one piece would destroy you. This was a nightmare!

"I..." What lie could you use? If you were going out running, then obviously you were fine. You'd said you weren't hungry too many times; they were picking up. If you declined, it'd only make them more suspicious. So you put on a smile and hid your trembling hands in your jacket pockets. "Yeah, sounds fun!"

Herc grinned and pulled you to the couch with him. You sat between him and John. Lafayette called the pizza place and repeated the order several times before he finally sat down in the armchair and pulled Alex into his lap. John flicked through Netflix while Alex typed away on his laptop, and Laf snuggled his neck. Herc pulled you close to him, which you were grateful for. The man was like a furnace. While Herc, John, and Alex had been physically affectionate towards you lately, Laf had been kind of aloof. He had avoided touching you, and it hurt your feelings. You didn't say anything though. It probably wasn't a big deal. You didn't want to make it a big deal.

When the pizza got there, you answered the door, looking for an excuse to get up and move around. You handed the guy a stack of cash and took the boxes from him. You politely chatted with the guy while you were at the door, being pleasant and smiling. You were stalling before you had to go back and fake eating pizza.

"So, pineapple on pizza, yes or no?" You asked with a smile as you shifted the pizza on your hip. The guy had finished sorting the bills into his change pouch, and he looked up at you with a grin.

"It's actually my guilty pleasure!"

"What? No! Chef Ramsey would be appalled!" You argued, horrified at his lack of tastebuds.

He laughed, and you laughed with him. Once the laughing quieted, he smiled timidly. "So, I should be getting back. It was nice meeting you... Maybe you could give me your number or...?"

"I..." crap. Look what you did. You made a mess.

"No, in fact, you really should be getting back, and it would be wonderful if you never returned 'ere again. Ever. S'il vous plaît. Tu comprends?" A thick accent growled from behind you, and you jumped in surprise. Two arms snaked around your waist, and you relaxed into them. You'd missed his touch.

"I'm sorry!" The boy's eyes were wide. "I didn't know she was... you were... okay, bye!" The boy quickly turned and retreated, quickly darting glances over his shoulder as if Laf would chase him down the street.

The Frenchman pressed a kiss to your neck before he waved to the boy and called out, "Au revoir!"

As soon as he was out of sight, Laf shut the door and locked it. He took the pizzas from you without a word and put them on the table. The boys stared at you, not speaking.

Then, John spoke first, barely a whisper, "What was that?"

You cringed and bit your lip, "I was just being friendly, I promise-"

"Well, he didn't take it that way!" John exclaimed, gripping the couch in anger.

"We were just talking! I can't help it if another guy comes onto me! Stop being so overprotective-"

"Overprotective?" Hercules finally spoke, standing up from his spot. You bit your lip again. He was mad. Herc hardly ever got mad. "We wouldn't be so overprotective if you took care of yourself!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Were they implying that they knew? No. They couldn't.

Herc went to say something, but John placed his hand on his arm from the couch, and Herc turned to look at him. John shook his head. Herc sighed, pulling off his beanie and running his hand through his hair. Alex still hadn't spoken, which was uncharacteristically quiet of him.

"I do take care of myself," you insisted, defending yourself. You worked out, after all. That was healthy. You lost weight. Also healthy. You were actually starting to like your body now. Extra healthy.

It was so quiet that you heard the faucet in the kitchen drip. No one said anything. They all just stared at you, heartbroken.

"Mon ange," Lafayette finally spoke, his accent thick and scratchy. His voice sounded strangled, "Why won't you let us 'elp you?"

You felt tears fill your eyes, but you shook your head, "I don't know what you mean. I don't need any help. I'm fine!" Your voice cracked on "fine" because you knew it was a lie. You never liked what you had done; you knew it was bad. But you just wanted to be thin so bad. You just wanted to feel better about yourself. You just couldn't bring yourself to stop.

Laf came towards you and reached his hand out towards your face, letting it hover by your cheek, but you turned away, hiding your tears, and he let his hand drop. "Please, Y/N, you look so frail... I see the way you tremble... I am afraid for you. Please, s'il vous plaît, mon ange, let us 'elp you."

You sniffled, you hated how upset they looked. John held Herc's hand, his face pressed into the back of Herc's thigh. Hercules was clutching his beanie in his other hand, staring at the ground. And you'd never seen Alexander Hamilton be so quiet in his entire life.

"I'm sorry," you whispered as your voice wavered and failed you, "I just... I wanted to be better..." and you began to cry. You shut your eyes, trying to hold yourself together as your body shook. You never meant to upset them. Now, they probably thought you were disgusting. They probably hated you.

You felt arms wrap around you, fingertips gingerly skimming your belly, before you were pulled back against someone's chest.

"Shh, Y/N, don't cry. We're 'ere. We will 'elp you, d'accord?" Laf whispered into your ear, and you cried harder. Then, you felt another pair of arms around you. It was Alex. He didn't say anything, he just held you. Eventually, it was a group hug. They were all hugging you, and you started to laugh. They laughed too, for no reason really, just that you were laughing. You were sure you all looked ridiculous. You all separated, and Herc led you to the couch beside him and John again. Alex sat on John's lap and ruffled your hair. Lafayette went into the kitchen for a few minutes, came back with a small plate with the baked chicken breast from the night before, and he scooped you up and placed you on his lap. "Eat up, mon ange," he purred before he placed a piece of chicken in between his lips and wiggled his eyebrows at you. You giggled at him, and leaned in. You didn't want to, but they were so worried about you. They wanted to help you. You knew you should. So you did. You bit off a bite and chewed, causing the others to laugh. Herc rubbed your back affectionately, and you took another bite. You took the piece from Laf's mouth and continued to take small bites from it.

"What happens if I eat the rest of this?" You asked curiously, half teasing, trying to ignore the calorie calculator in your brain.

Laf looked up at you with a smile, "Then you get a kiss!"

You scoffed, mock upset, "That's it?"

He leaned closer to you and nibbled your ear, causing you to giggle, before he growled, "That," you could feel his hot breath on your ear, "and then it's my turn to eat," he paused and you gripped the collar of his shirt in anticipation, "you."

You felt yourself blush. That was definitely worth the hundred calories. You knew your problems wouldn't just go away; they all knew that. It couldn't be solved by a smoldering Frenchman with a piece of chicken in his mouth, but it was a start. It would take work, therapy, and help. You were making an effort. You were accepting help, their help.

[crying-axolotl]

20 questions

I was tagged by @narika-a (i love herrr ヾ(o✪‿✪o)ｼ ) Thank you for tagging me and doing your awesome writing!!! (ily even if youre on semi-hiatus) (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

Rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 blogs youd like to know better

Name: Dom

Nickname (oh god, here we go): Dalai Lama, Dominican Republic, Dominoes, Little Diddle, Fucker ect.

 Gender: Girlie Worlie

Star Sign: Aquarius

Time right now: 9:30 AM

Last Thing I Googled: Revenge of the Starfish (unless u mean this literally but it was just music)

Height: 4′7″ (144cm) (i know, i get shit all the time)

Favorite Bands (im gonna include solo artists bc if not this is rlly hard): Yelows mob, Block B, VIXX, Ravi, UNIQ, Jay Park, MADTOWN, Dumbfoundead, BTS, Marianas Trench, Zico, Mino, ikon, seventeen, Herbal T, WAX, Hopsin, JubyPhonic, Monstercat, Sam Hart, Monsta X (???kinda???), Exo-K, KID SISTER, Little Mix, NCT, eastie Boys, RUN DMC, Twice, Rich Chigga,  then lots of random stuff like video game soundtracks.

Last Movie I watched: Zootopia/Songs From The North

When Did You Create Your Blog: Shit bro liiiiike 5 years ago sooo 2011

What Do You Post: Actually, I’m never rlly active anymore. I only use it to read fanfic and read kpop scenarios. Occasionally i’ll reblog those but I dunno rlly.

When Did Your Blog Reach It’s Peak?: I mean, I guess it peaked when i actually used it. It only started going down because i stopped using it.

Do You Have Any Other Blogs?: yeah actually, one was a kpop snap thing for block b and the other was pure venting. @snapping-bees @candied-icecream both are inactive ofc

Do You Get Asks Regularly?: Nope, and im kinda glad, I don’t realize when I do get them. Like this right now, I didnt realize i was tagged in this until last night.

Why Did You Choose Your URL?: It used to be raging-otaku which was me making fun of myself bc i rlly like anime before kpop, but this one was bc i lly like axolotls and sadness is such a delicate feeling and idk i like being vulnerable sometimes and crying is nice so idk i just, idk i just rlly like angst i guess. i used to feel melancholy all the time too. im just a sad person in general. shits tough i guess. idk. im happy i promise ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

Following (oh god) : 2,208 I just think everyone posts good shit ok dont judge

Posts: 37,280  (ง ˙o˙)ว

Hogwarts House: I have no idea, i was never even slightly into harry potter. uhm, i go with the blue one bc i like blue. or green, green is good too.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Pokemon Team: Mystic, I never rlly payed though. i played pokemon go for like half a day. That was it.

Favorite Colors: Blue, Green, Silver, and Teal. I LOOOOOvE TEAL, to me its like a mix of all three of those. Oh and brown!!!! brown is so under appreciated!! I also like most colors. I’m just not about yellow. I want to like yellow but i just dont.

Average Hours of Sleep: uhm, around 5. I go to bed around 10 pm, wake up between 3-5 am. so like go to sleep: wake up, 10pm-12 / 3-5am

Lucky Numbers: 43!!!!!!!! (it was “my” number in school)

Fav Characters: Shit bro, uhhh, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadshi, Usami Akihiko, Lee Kang Hoon (Noble My, Love), and literally everyone from Coffee Prince oh my god. I love them so much  (Ō̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ ԑ Ō̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ ૢ)

How Many Blankets do you sleep with:  one comforter! (and 2 pillows)

What I’m wearing right now: Wow! You caught me not wearing spandex for once!!!! Im wearing short shorts right now, with a band tee. a band i never listened to but this design is cool af. Muse.

Dream Job: let’s not talk about it. maybe a dancer of some sort.

Dream Trip: let’s not talk about it.

I taaaaaaaaaaaag: @eggwaifu @oppamansae @zerodelta @xion-snow @hyperbolic-alcoholic @burnt-toasty @bubblestxt @ jmihelic and the admins of @idolized-scenarios and @bts-got7-snaps if they have free time

Ok it’s rlly hard to tag ppl, so im stopping here, if anyone else wants to do it please do! dont hesitate! be sure to tag me so i can see it ( ˘ ³˘)♥