#I'm so happy this was the first thing I saw whole. Opening this app

[scarawiki]

idk how this app works help

scaramouche x gn!reader , idk the word count 😬

first one shot ever prbly ooc scara i'm not sure how to write him very well :( most of it is rly self indulgent for comfort im going thru it i fear lawl. not beta read either i almost never write pls be nice 🤕🙏🙏 excuse any grammar or spelling errors

cw: mentions of poor eating habits due to depression & anxiety , mental health stuff , yada yada nothing super explicit

divider creds: @rookthornesartistry

You laid still in your bed that you shared with your partner Scaramouche, while he was out and about finding ingredients for dinner.

Since he left, you were once again alone with your thoughts. Constantly ruminating on the past and picking apart everything. Your mind had kept screaming at you, and you couldn't calm it regardless of what you tried. You were left feeling even more hopeless than before.

Scaramouche had picked up on your "odd" behaviors lately, but you simply brushed it off and just told him,

"I'm probably coming down with something. The weather is changing, don't worry about it too much."

You didn't want to burden him with your silly problems, right? Knowing his past, you didn't want to add more to the mix. You were sure you could deal with it on your own.

Following that afternoon, you sobbed. You were so dizzy and your head was pounding, wishing the world had swallowed you whole already. You felt that Scaramouche deserved someone better than your pathetic self. You didn't understand why you couldn't just feel happy. Why was it so hard? Why can't you get out of bed? Why can't you wake up in the mornings?

You heard the front door opening, and you quickly wiped away your remaining tears that rolled down your face, and tried to get comfortable again. Your whole body ached and you just wanted it all to end.

"(Y/N)? I'm home. I managed to find a few things for later tonight. I had to bargain a lot though, food is getting expensive these days."

Scaramouche called out from the living room, setting down everything on the counter. After no answer, he became curious and knocked on the bedroom door.

"Hey? Don't tell me you're still asleep, it's almost 6 PM."

He let out a small sigh after more silence followed, and then opened the door. He saw you were burrowed under the blankets, and came to sit down on the edge of the bed. He pulled the covers back to reveal your tear-stained face, and a wave of concern came over him.

Scaramouche was never particularly good at comforting others, or feelings in general. He was never shown gentleness and compassion in his 500 years of living, before he met you.

"Who did it?"

Scaramouche asked, immediately jumping to the conclusion that someone had caused you harm to hurt this badly.

"No one," you managed to whisper out. "It's really nothing. Don't waste your time on me."

He was slightly taken aback by your dismissive behavior, but decided to pry further. Scaramouche wouldn't know how to deal with himself if anything ever happened to you.

"Okay... well, you haven't been eating, and last time I checked, you aren't a puppet. You've been sleeping in until dinner time for the past few days. Out with it."

He sounded demanding, but soon mentally scolded himself for his tone with you when he saw the vulnerability in your expression.

"I just don't know what to do anymore... I feel so scared and exhausted all the time, I can hardly wake up in the mornings, and food doesn't bring me joy anymore. I can't even remember the last time I felt okay. I didn't want to bother you because I didn't think it was that bad, to be honest. I'm sorry for keeping it from you, Scaramouche. I swear it has nothing to do with you."

Your vision blurred as you spoke, and you could feel your throat closing up. You didn't know how much more you could handle of this constant misery.

Scaramouche stayed silent for a few moments, taking in everything you had told him. You had always seemed so bubbly and excited around him, and when he saw you completely falling apart in front of him for the first time, he felt confused.

"...How long has this been really going on?"

He inquired, and his eyes had a softer look in them.

"A few years, it comes and goes but it doesn't seem like it'll ever get better. I'm tired of suffering, Scaramouche. I want to enjoy life again and look forward to the future. Instead, I dread the next days to come."

You responded, avoiding eye contact and fidgeted with your hands. When Scaramouche took notice of this, he gently grabbed your hands and set them in his lap.

"I'll be blunt, I'm still figuring how these whole "emotions" work. But, I do see that you aren't yourself right now. Yes, you can be a little irritating at times, but I wouldn't be with you if I didn't... love you."

Scaramouche felt hesitant to say those last words, but at the same time it felt right. He then continues,

"It would be pointless to be in a relationship with someone if you weren't upfront with them, but I can see how you might have felt like a bother. I promise that you will never be a burden to me, and I hope you know that I would rather die than ever lay a finger on you, or hurt you any other way. You're one of the first few people to show me how to love and broke through my tough exterior. You never left me during my hard times, and I'm sure as hell not leaving you."

Scaramouche took a deep breath, and looked down at his lap to give your hands a slight squeeze.

"I will do everything in my power to help you feel better. I want to see to see you happy. I want to see that smile on your face again. But, you have to work with me, alright?"

He looks back up and lifts one of his hands to gently grab your chin to face him.

You reluctantly look into his eyes, and slowly nod.

"Okay, I'll try... Thank you."

You replied slowly, drained of any remaining energy you had left. Scaramouche leaned down to remove some of your hair out of the way, and placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. He came back up and caressed your cheek, and sighed softly.

"I'm not letting you suffer alone. Ever."

[pinkthrone445]

Will I ever know what it feels to hold you close?

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender :Fluff fluff fluff

Warnings:I don't think so

Summary:You and Mel meet on a dating app, but due to a bug in the app, you match even though you live many miles apart.

Author's note: Special fic for @neverfindmegone ♥️ for her birthday!

I hope you like this, I wanted to make it the most special possible for you to make you feel as special as you made me feel last week for my birthday, but it was a little bit hard to capture your soul and heart in just a fic, thank you for everything you do for me. Happy birthday sweetheart and enjoy. Cherry!

You were staring at the giant mirror against the wall, your foot was tapping on the floor, your stomach felt like it wanted to come out of your mouth, you've never looked so beautiful and felt so nervous and decomposed at the same time. Your cell phone that was on the dresser rang warning that you had a notification, with trembling hands you took it and smiled when you saw who sent the message

-♠️ MyMissPoker ♥️: "Hello my love, I'm dying to see you, I miss you so much... I hope in a day like this you can feel how much I love you even when I'm not there"-Melissa had sent you a message that immediately calmed your nerves and you couldn't help but remember with happiness how you came to know each other years ago, through a first message like this...

You remembered how you got to talk to each other 5 years ago

You were having lunch at work when your cell phone vibrated with a notification, confused you grabbed your cell phone while the others were talking to each other.

"Miss Poker has sent you a message" the notification said

-MissPoker: "Hello, I love the pictures you have posted, you have talent, and those little poems were pure perfection"-The message read and you frowned. Not long ago, you had downloaded a dating app as your friends had insisted because it had been a while since you had dated anyone. You agreed to do it, but if they let you choose which app it would be. In the end you signed up for one that was very anonymous, the only thing you entered was some personal interests and some photos of things you liked next to a alias, you didn't enter your real name or photos of yourself, and the app showed you people with the same interest that were close by.

The truth is that you had signed up for that one because you thought that no one would talk to you with the photos you had posted, that's why you had been so surprised to receive a notification on your cell phone. It was true that you had uploaded some pictures of the things you painted in your spare time, but you never thought that anyone would like it.

You carefully opened the profile of the person who had spoken to you, in her photos you could see a dog, a photo of some books, another of a baseball field, some cooking pictures, a dance hall and some pictures of the moon.

Curious, you decided to open the messages and answer her

-Littlechef(you):"Thank you...nice pictures too, I'm guessing you like cooking?" - You asked softly laughing about the silly interaction

-MissPoker:"Yes, I looove cooking. You too? Or you have that name in honor or ratatouille?" - The woman answered and you laughed looking at your phone

-Littlechef:"I'm a chef actually..."-You replied a little nervously, not knowing why

-MissPoker:"Isn't the funny thing about this app the anonymous part?.. But since you told me what you do for a living I'll tell you what I do too, I'm an elementary school teacher, the best in the whole school" - The woman replied and you stared at the message for a few seconds

-Littlechef: "the funny thing about this is get to know each other without knowing how we look and let ourselves influence by it... How we will get to know each other if we don't talk about ourselves?" - You replied and she sent a laughing emoji

-MissPoker: "you got me there... I'm Melissa btw, nice to meet you" - she replied and you wondered if it would be right to give your name to a complete stranger, but it was what you first did when you met someone in person, so you thought it wouldn't hurt to do it here

-Littlechef: "I'm (Y/N), nice to meet you too" - You replied without having the slightest idea how important a complete stranger would become to you.

From that day forward the conversation began to flow, from casual conversations to deeper ones, and there was no longer a day when you didn't talk to her.

You also remembered those first feelings for her even if you denied at the moment

Her notifications made you let out that silly laugh every time, like a child does when he gets into some mischief. You were always checking your phone. Her notification brightened your day in a surprising way and made you happy how easy everything was with her, there was always a topic of conversation and she always knew what to say when you got quiet. She was amazing.

Just talking to her made you feel a warmth in your soul that you didn't really know how to handle, to be honest it scared you a little, you had been hurt before and you had sworn to avoid relationships at least for a while, but everything was so perfect that it was hard not to feel something for her even when you haven't seen her face yet. Her way of being was the perfect compliment for you.

You remembered the first time you saw how she was

One day you decided it was time to forget the anonymous part and put a face to the name, so you exchanged photos. You were really nervous about that, what if she thought you were ugly? You knew she was older and that didn't bother you, that even turn you on a little bit, but what if she wasn't what you expected?.. You were so nervous and scared for the unknown but at the same time so thrilled to finally see her... So you each send 3 pictures to each other.

If you had fallen in love with her personality, her face was something else and made you fall even more, she was perfection itself. For God's sake, what a beautiful woman, her hair with those soft curls, her beautiful smile, her eyes shining in a particular way that made you feel warmth and peace, and her sharp cheeks looked like they had been formed by an artist with a chisel. If we are the creation of a God, she was his masterpiece, pure perfection. And let's not talk about her body and the things it made you feel...

She told you repeatedly how beautiful you were too, but you felt like a worm every time you saw her pictures again. You were so lucky.

Also, after the photos, you exchanged numbers too and you immediately deleted the dating app. Your heart was already hers even if you didn't knew at that moment.

You also remembered your first sad moment together

One particular day, you shared a picture of a place where you were painting, you had finished work and went to a particular place you liked to eat something and paint a little. You and Mel had been talking about meeting in person, but that day everything changed and your hopes fade a little. When she asked what you were doing, you told her and decided to send a picture of the place and what you were creating . You never expect Mel's answer

-"You don't live in Phily?"-Her comment left you a little bit lost and confused. The app was supposed to connect you with people who were close to you, but something went wrong and somehow you and Mel were able to see each other's profile even though you lived veeery far away.

You had never thought about it, you had both assumed you lived nearby but you were wrong. That day you both wondered if it made sense to keep talking and making plans to meet each other if you lived so far away, but after much consideration, you decided to see where all this was going despite the distance and kept talking.

Thank goodness you decided to do it, because fate had big plans for you. Love knows no distances and would continue to grow until your heart and hers came together.

You also remembered the ways in which she was always present even when she was far away

You decided to call her, you were about to have a panic attack, your country wasn't very stable and your job was laying off people because it wasn't enough to pay everyone. Mel listened patiently to all your fears and worries

-"What if I'm next? One of my friends was laid off and she had been there longer than me. I really like this job and I don't want to lose it, Mel. I don't know if I have the good qualities to find another one. I'm really scared" - You commented to the redhead while you were crying, while it hurt her to see you like this, she wouldn't let you be sad for long and she wouldn't let you alone on this

-"Hey Hon... Breath please... Let's not get ahead of ourselves, you're an incredible worker, you do everything in that place, I've seen how many amazing things you do, you're worth a lot and I don't think you'll be taken out. And if they do, you'll get a job in no time, you've got incredible talent in the kitchen and doing so many other things, you've got a good time of experience and that helps for a new job, you'll do well and I will be here to help you... But again, let's focus on the present, you still have work, stay focused on that, nothing bad will happen, Okey?"-The redhead whispered, and you nodded a little more calmly when you heard her voice, even if it was on the phone.

In the end she was right, the layoffs stopped and you even got a raise. Like that occasion, she was helping you through every difficult moment.

You remember all the things she did to be present for you even on the distance

Mel figured out how to use her cards to deliver food or snacks you liked.

She also learned how to play some games that you showed her to play with you, it was very funny to hear her insult while you played war games against other people, you almost every time won at uno.

Sometimes you would make video calls and watch movies together even at a distance.

And every night she would call you and tell you things about her day until you fell asleep together.

Every step you took there was her holding your hand and encouraging you, helping you to become a better version of yourself.

You even introduced her to some of your friends via video call and she did the same, so you met Barbara, Janine and Jacob.

One day the two of you decided to formalize things when you noticed how the talks were no longer just a talk of friends, but of something more. Mel wasn't one to believe in long-distance relationships, but somehow everything was working out better than expected.

Time passed with countless calls, photos, videos, sexual calls, and many many messages and audios.

Every once in a while you would send her a package of things for her and she would buy you things too.

There were days when you missed her presence even when you'd never really had her around, she always said that she was right there with you, but that didn't made the distance easier. It's weird to explain, but you can miss someone you've never meet.

You remembered how after months of missing her, the two of you finally met for the first time

When your work and hers allowed it, you agreed to travel to the same place to meet in person, she traveled with Barbara and you with your best friend.

The first hug, that first hug was something that was etched in your memory. You waited for her at the airport because you got there first, when she finally saw you she dropped everything and hugs you so tightly, no a word was shared, but you remember how everything was said in silence. Her hands fit perfectly in the hollow of your back, your height fit perfectly with hers, her perfume was the richest thing you have ever smelled in your life and finally your heart felt at peace.

You spent a week together, having amazing sex, walking, cuddling, taking the opportunity to sleep and bathe together, creating memories and making plans for the future, you even stole a pair of shirts to take home and have her smell close.

That was the first of many trips, every time you had the opportunity you got together to see each other even for a few days.

Your soul craved her in a way that never happened before to you.

Back to the present

A sigh left your lips as you remembered all those things, thousands of things had happened in between those years, even some arguments, but everything was fixed and you stayed together through all. Remembering all of that, remembering how you are able to feel Mel's love in everything she did from day one, made you cry lost in your mind and memories, missing her and feeling sad for some reason.

The sound of a new notification took you out of your thoughts and with your trembling hands you wiped your tears a little and picked up your cell phone

-♠️ MyMissPoker ♥️: "Hey sweetheart, is everything okay?.."-Mel sent you the first message many minutes ago, but when you started to remind everything that had happened over the years, you had forgotten to answer her and she got worried

-You: "no... I miss you, I need you here, I don't want you to be far away specially in a day like this" - You answered and she immediately called you, as soon as you answered she could hear your soft sobs

-"Baby, what happened?" - The redhead asked very worriedly-"I'm here, why are you crying? Are you having second thoughts? Did I do something wrong?"-You sighed trying to calm your crying and be able to answer

-"you are perfect, but I need you, I need you to feel you close" - You whispered in a weak voice

-"I'll go there right now, I'm just a few blocks away and I'm mostly ready, wait for me" - Mel answered and you heard her take her keys and her sister screamed in the background for her to come back

-"But it's bad luck to see each other before the wedding" - You whispered

-"It's also bad luck that one of the brides is crying of sadness in their special day... Besides, we have been apart too much time already, God will understand..."-she joked and you sobbed and laughed at the same time

-"Your sister will kill you" - You whispered laughing when you heard the screams

-"We will figure something out, wait for me, I'm coming. I love you"-She responded quickly, and you heard her sister get in the car with her

-"I love you more" - You answered and waited for her to arrive. After a few minutes you felt a soft knock on the door and then Mel's sister came in with a blindfold for your eyes and another for the redhead, so you and Mel could be together without seeing each other and without the bad luck.

Seconds after putting on the blindfold you felt how arms hugged your waist, you immediately hugged her again hiding in her neck letting out a sigh that you didn't know you were holding. You could tell she was almost ready because her dress was pressed against you and her hair was up. You finally felt safe again

-"Thank you for coming...I missed you" - You whispered and held her tighter hiding as much as possible in the crook of her neck

-"I missed you too... For a second I got scared that you were having second thoughts... I love you so much, I'm sure you are gorgeous right now" - The redhead kissed your forehead and held you until you calmed down completely, even though you couldn't see her, she was filling all your senses and that was all you need it to feel better. After a few minutes she kissed you forehead again-"Ready?" - She asked and you nodded while still hugging her

-"Ready...I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together" - You whispered kissing her

-"I'll waiting for you" - She answered and you let her go to finish arranging the last details to be perfect on your most special day, your wedding and the beginning of a live together.

[ohthemis]

I saw your pregnancy headcanon! So wholesome and lovely ❤️. Now what would be their reaction when you tell them u want a baby?

tot boys when you want a baby

characters: all

ARTEM WING

stars in his eyes. he's shocked at first (thinks you're messing with him)

"are you serious? you're not joking around?" "of course."

pulls you into the tightest hug ever. suddenly he's thanking you and everything.

"god, i love you so much" "i love you too." "thank you, thank you, thank you."

if you're trying for a child, he literally tracks your ovulation with those period tracker apps.

"let's try in 2 days." "not that i'm complaining, but that's oddly specific." "it's your ovulation date."

promises the world to you. he's just so ecstatic.

"i'll be the best parent. i swear." "of course you will." "you won't even have to lift a finger."

MARIUS VON HAGEN

absolutely no shame

"you look nervous, did you think i wouldn't agree?" "no, but..." "let's start now, in fact!"

he exhibits no self control and maybe that's why you love him

"no worries, mc! together, we'll be a baby making machine!" "please never say that again" "why not?!"

probably the least stressed over it out of the four. and in a good way.

"are you not scared at all marius?" "of course i am! but why wouldn't i be happy about this? i'm going to have a baby with you, mc. i'd say my happiness far outweighs my fear."

he knows it's going to be hard, and he's going to be cheery for that reason.

"you know, in a few months time, both of us are going to feel like absolute shit. so why not enjoy now?" "is it really that simple?" "it is for me. it's not hard for me to be happy when i'm around you."

LUKE PEARCE

he's so in love with you it's disgusting

"i'm excited thinking about it, mc." "i'm excited too." "i can't wait to see little us running around wrecking the house. it'll be the best part of my life."

scrapbooks everything

"are you sure we need a picture of the pregnancy test?" "of course!" "if you're sure..."

practically glued to your side

"does anything hurt? you need to puke?" "i feel fine, actually." "maybe you should take a day off..."

he prefers to build the furniture for the baby room instead of buying

"would this shade of yellow be cuter or should i change it to the more orange-y one?" "are they not the same color?" "you're right. the first one is better." "???"

VYN RICHTER

super serious about the whole thing. not fucking around.

"having children isn't easy. are you sure you want this?" "yes, i'm sure, vyn." "i trust you, you know that. but this won't be like anything else we've ever gone through."

tries to fully plan it out to the best of his ability. sounds like a medication ad.

"have this. it helps with body ache and immunity." "it smells weird." "it's safe and healthy. your tongue might not love it, but your body will."

if you're trying for the baby, he's suddenly in touch with the top OBGYNs and pediatricians.

"meet your new OBGYN, my love." "what's wrong with my old one?" "there were too little "top 1 in the country"'s on her resume."

god bless him, he's doing his best

"you have 132 open tabs on babies?" "if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right." "we'll probably need less news articles and more pregnancy tests."

[n-s4kayaky]

Satisfying journey Pt.2

Part 1

(Notes: Hi! I'm new to writing stories on this app. While I am familiar with writing the occasional one-shot or comic strip, it's been a while. I'm writing this story for my own enjoyment and excitement. I just wanted to let you know that if there are any grammatical errors, I apologize. I'm also more than happy to hear your suggestions and feedback. For now, this is all I can share. I hope you enjoy this story)

Pairing: Buggy The Clown x F!Reader

Summary: You woke up in a dirty and damp cell after your encounter with the pirate Buggy The Clown, you didn't remember much, your whole body hurt, especially your face. You spent several hours there until you heard someone entering the cell, it was our favorite captain. He asked you several questions and, well, you didn't know if things had gone well or badly at that moment.

Warnings: Depictions of Violence and Torture, small mentions of blood, mentions of hanging, Buggy being a complete jerk and a perv, sexual tension and teasing, romance, humiliation.

Your eyes opened hazily as you looked around with your vision half-clouded. The first thing you noticed was the strong smell of humidity in the air. The room was mostly dark, illuminated only by a weak ray of sunlight coming through a small, round window. Your whole body hurt, especially your face, specifically your cheek and nose. You felt something dripping from your nose and brought your hand up to it, only to see that you were handcuffed to a chain that was attached to the bars of a cage. You took the substance that was dripping from your nose, realizing it was blood. That damn clown, his punch was so strong that it made you faint and bleed from your nose. You lightly touched it, feeling relieved that your septum wasn't broken. Once you inspected your body for any kind of injury or bruise, which fortunately you didn't have, you looked around.

You were in a kind of cell, which looked more like a lion's cage, some hay was scattered on the floor, which had tangled in your hair. You saw on the other side of the bars a pile of expanded bags and several old fabrics that looked like old ship sails, from among the sacks of unknown content you saw how several rats scurried and hid, well, you knew you wouldn't be alone in that cell, hopefully they would become your friends. You groaned, rubbing your cheek still feeling a trace of heat due to the slap Buggy gave you. Who did that guy think he was? Enslaving a poor village for his own pleasure and to receive forced applause and laughter, it made your heart shrink. And it wasn't just that he enslaved a village, but he also imprisoned you, why?! You were just looking for a new place to start a new life; but you didn't want your new life to rot in the cell of a sadistic pirate clown's ship. Although, for some reason, you couldn't stop thinking about him, his face passed fleetingly through your head, if it was true that he had attractive features; but what were you doing thinking so much about him? He had put you in a cage! Although you didn't deny that you had always had certain questionable tastes... Before ending up here, in your other village you collected "Wanted" posters and hung them on the walls of your room, it couldn't be denied that some of those pirates were attractive, especially that man you liked so much... What was his name? That swordsman... Mia.. Mih... Mihawk! Yes, that was it! You remember that every time there was a new poster you took it and kept it.

You woke up from your dream when your stomach growled, grumbling for some food. You were so hungry, the last thing you ate was a half-rotten apple. In addition to hunger, you were thirsty, your throat was dry, and no matter how much saliva you accumulated and swallowed, it didn't quench your thirst. As if someone was listening to your thoughts and especially the growling of your stomach, the door opened, letting out a loud creak. A man came out of the door, dressed in a striking way like the rest of the crew. Half of his face was covered by his hair, and the other half of his hair was shaved and had lines of different colors. A large scarf covered part of his mouth, and in his hands, he carried a tray with a glass of what looked like milk and a piece of bread. Your stomach couldn't help but growl at the sight, as little as it was at that moment, it was enough for you, you were too hungry. That man looked at you and approached the cell at a tortuously slow pace. Once in front of the cell, he crouched down and opened a small compartment where he was able to pass the tray with the glass and bread. "The Captain will come to see you in a few minutes," he said in a cold tone as he closed the small hatch through which he had given you the tray. Before you could ask him anything, that man had left through the door, giving a loud bang that made the cage vibrate under your feet.

You sighed and looked at the tray with the glass of milk and the piece of bread. Your stomach growled again and with trembling hands you took the bread. It was hard, too hard. You knew that if you put it in your mouth as it was, your teeth would break before you could take a bite. You made a face and took the glass of milk. It wasn't very big, but it wasn't very small either. You quickly remembered the knife you had in your back pocket, you stood up and searched for the small knife with hope, but it vanished when you didn't feel the knife where it should be. Those damn pirates, they must have taken it. With the little strength you had left, you took the hard bread, breaking it and making thousands of crumbs fall to the dirty floor of the cage. You took your glass of milk and took a small sip, as you thought it was plain milk, without a hint of sugar or honey to sweeten it. You took your broken bread and dipped it in the milk, making it softer. After several seconds under the milk, you took the piece and brought it to your mouth, letting out a sound of delight as you started to eat the bread soaked in milk. It seemed like the best culinary dish a chef could have prepared for you. Little by little, you finished the bread along with the milk, putting your fingers in your mouth and sucking them to take the last drops of milk that dripped from them.

Did you see how the rats from before came out of their hiding places among the sacks, timidly approaching the cage when they smelled the breadcrumbs that had been scattered, they seemed fearful, wanting to approach but backing away when they saw you. You let out a slight laugh and took a breadcrumb, carefully approaching one of the rats, it smelled the breadcrumb and with its little paws took it, bringing it to its mouth and quickly returning to the pile of bags. The other rats also approached, surrounding you, a little panicked you began to give breadcrumbs to the rats and they would run away to eat them in hiding.

Suddenly the door opened with a bang, causing the few rats that were left with you to run away in terror. You looked at the door and saw that it wasn't Buggy. He wasn't wearing his orange captain's hat, and instead had a white bandana with red stripes on his head, revealing his blue hair. He also wasn't wearing his big orange coat, which exposed a red and white striped sleeveless shirt with several belts. His biceps were clearly visible and muscular, indicating that he worked out. Your eyes carefully scanned his muscular arms, but you quickly looked away, embarrassed that you were ogling your captor. Buggy easily noticed your actions and a playful laugh escaped his red-painted lips. 'Enjoying the view, darling? I can't blame you,' he said in a playful tone as he approached you, standing in front of your cage.

Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment and you let out a small groan. 'There's nothing to enjoy,' you spat defensively while glaring at the pirate. 'Darling, don't lie to me. I know I'm someone worth admiring,' he said. 'Whatever you say... What the hell do you want from me?' you muttered irritably as you saw that the man had easily read you. Buggy laughed again as he crouched down enough to be at the same height as you. 'I feed you and I don't decide to kill you, and this is how you thank me?' he said, feigning a tone of sadness as his blue orbs rested on your face. You rolled your eyes at his response. 'You've locked me up and chained me up like a damn animal,' you said furiously as you faced the clown. Buggy laughed amusedly as his eyes lingered on your face, staying for a few long seconds on your nose. He brought his hand to his mouth, taking off with his teeth the dirty white glove he had on his hands and slowly took it off, revealing his bare hand. His nails were trimmed and painted the same color as his blue hair. Without a doubt, this man cared about his perfect appearance.

You watched in amazement as he removed his glove, and then you saw him lick his thumb, moistening it with saliva. Your cheeks turned a shade redder. What was that clown planning? His bare hand approached your face, easily passing between the metal bars. Instinctively, you moved back, afraid that he would slap you again for your response. But moving away didn't help you much, as he separated his hand from his arm with those strange powers that you still didn't understand. His flying hand approached your face, and you closed your eyes, expecting the blow. But it never came. You only felt the strangely delicate touch of his saliva-moistened finger passing under your nostrils. When he removed his hand from you, you opened your eyes, bewildered, watching as he put his hand back on his body, took it out from between the bars, and looked at his thumb for a few seconds. It was stained with some dried blood that had previously dripped from your nose from the blow he had given you the day before. After observing his finger, dyed red with your blood, for several seconds, he brought it to his mouth while his eyes were fixed on you. He watched you closely, seeing your reaction as he playfully licked your blood from his finger. You remained perplexed from your position, watching his actions while your face heated up again. What the hell was he playing at? He took his finger out of his mouth with a wet "POP" and put his glove back on his hand while his eyes remained fixed on you. "Delicious," he said cheerfully.

"Good dear, I must say that you are there for two simple reasons. The first is that you caught my attention, and believe me, that's something difficult to do with me," he said as he slightly stood up from his position and began to walk around the cage while his eyes never left you. "The second..." He faced you again and suddenly a hand flew towards you, grabbing your neck firmly and forcing you to stick to the bars of the cage. "I don't know if you remember, but you ruined my show... And those who do that don't end up well, let's say... Very well," he said as his fingers pressed harder on the sides of your neck, blocking your blood pressure. "You didn't follow MY rules, you didn't applaud when I told you to, and to top it off..." His palm pressed against your trachea, making it harder for you to breathe. "You spat on me, me, the great Buggy The Clown! You humiliated me in front of MY spectators!" He said furiously as he watched with some amusement as you tried to catch your breath. "And believe me, I'm not going to forgive you just like that, simply because of your pretty face, doll," he said as he slightly loosened his grip on your neck, letting you take a breath of air before tightening it again. "Besides, as I mentioned before, you should have thanked me. I could have easily killed you and your pretty body would be at the bottom of the ocean being wasted by some hungry sharks..." A sadistic smile decorated his face as he watched your face slowly turn purple. "I think you should thank me NOW..."

You watched him as you tried to catch your breath, feeling your eyes tear up and a slight thread of saliva fall from your mouth, you opened it and whispered as loudly as you could in those moments, "T-thank you..." Buggy's smile widened as he watched your futile attempts to pronounce a word, he tightened his fingers while pressing your body even harder against the cold glass bars. "What did you say, doll? I don't think I heard you well." "T-th...Thank you!" You released with your last breath, feeling your vision blur and how you would faint again. Buggy's hand abruptly separated from your throat, allowing you to breathe again, quickly taking a deep breath, coughing in the process as you looked at the clown with teary eyes. The hand that was on your throat a few seconds ago moved towards your head, starting to caress it with some affection as he watched you from the other side of the bars with a satisfied smile. "That's how I like it... I know you can be a good girl, you just need a little push." He winked at you as he moved his hand away from you, sticking it back to his body

You gasped, still a little dizzy from the lack of air and the dizziness in your body as you watched Buggy look at you with amusement. 'Well, since you thanked me and showed me that you can be a good girl, I'm going to give you another chance, okay?' he said, watching your face and occasionally lowering his eyes to your body, causing shivers to run through it. 'I have something planned just for you, my dear. Let's put you and that spoiled mouth of yours to good use,' he said, stopping his eyes on your lips for a few seconds, then looking away and getting up, wiping the accumulated dirt off his pants. 'I'll come back for you tomorrow and show you your new function here. Don't try anything stupid or you'll regret it,' he said in a chilling tone as he began to walk towards the door, opened it, and before leaving, gave you one last look. 'Don't ruin your position as a good girl... unless you want to be punished,' he chuckled and winked at you, then left through the door, slamming it shut and leaving you once again in the darkness and dampness of your cage.

You sighed as you brought your chained hands to your neck, slowly caressing it and stopping at the spot where Buggy had pressed his fingers. You looked at the door one last time, letting out a small curse. You curled up into a ball and closed your eyes, going to sleep and waiting to see what would happen to you tomorrow.

[aquilacalvitium]

hello! i saw in one of your reblogs that you use focuswriter to write and i would like it if you would elaborate a bit on how it looks and what are its functions, maybe even something that happened.

i saw that you can change the background and set a word goal, which is very helpful, but i would like a bit more than that if you would feel comfortable doing so. the experience of someone who already uses a program or app that i want to download is invaluable to me.

of course! feel free to respond to this as you see fit. there is no pressure to answer this ☆

Oh I would LOVE to talk about FocusWriter! My personal opinion is that every writer would benefit from using it.

So! It is entirely free to download, includes no purchases whatsoever and hardly takes up any space. It gets running quickly and throws you right back into whatever you had open last at the exact point where you left it.

Now, it does not have any instructions so a first-time user will have to figure things out on the fly. Luckily! I'm here to help!

Now, this is what the program looks like upon being opened. Minus all the text - that's my fanfic I'm working on right now.

Moving your mouse to the very top, very bottom and very left of the screen will show you a few toolbars. The top toolbar includes all of your generic options like file, edit, settings, etc. (also has a very nifty find and replace option). The bottom toolbar lets you change between documents - yes you can have many documents open at a time and I personally am yet to find a limit. And on the far left, you will see a tab which you can use to navigate the document you are currently on.

In order to navigate, you will need to put a double hashtag [##] at the necessary points such as between chapters. This will differentiate the paragraphs and allow them to show up in the navigation bar.

Now, my personal favourite feature, the themes!

You can change SO MUCH and then save all of said changes in a template to switch back and forth between whenever you want! I like to stick with a generic grey background with large black text, but with just a few clicks...

I suddenly have a new wallpaper! I could also change the font and the background of the text and the colour of anything I want. Although, I did have to put these images together in a picture editing software before being able to use it as a wallpaper - FocusWriter will let you use any pre-saved image on your computer but will not let you scrapbook something together out of multiple images. You'll need to use something else for that.

This feature is PERFECT for getting into the right zone. I've made custom backgrounds for most of my fanfictions, and intend on making one for my original novel to help me write that.

In the bottom toolbar you will also see a wordcount and a daily word goal which can be adjusted in the settings.

The whole point of FocusWriter is to keep you Focused on your Writing. It's just you and the words! But it's easy to minimise or close out of when necessary. To minimise, I personally hit the windows key which brings up my regular desktop toolbar.

And to close the program, you just need to tap the windows and Q keys together. And when you open it again, as I said before, you will be exactly where you left off.

And yes, all documents created and saved in FocusWriter are saved as Word documents. This means that you can open anything made on this program in Word and vice versa. Which has definitely saved my writing a time or two, let me tell you.

I've been using FocusWriter for around seven years now, probably even longer, and I have no intention of stopping any time soon.

You can download it here!

I hope you find it as useful as I do. Happy writing!

[ringanon]

Phone Call | Auston Matthews

Pairing: Auston Matthews x gn!reader

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 680

Summary: You call your boyfriend, Auston, before Game 6 of the 1st Round (2023)

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"Hi, baby!" He had only been gone for a day, but you were still happy for the chance to talk to him. You set up the camera on your kitchen island, sitting on one of the bar stools.

"Hey, mi amor, we're about to head out, but I wanted to call you first." Auston's voice came over as somber: he was focused. There was intent in his voice. He set up his phone against the bed side table in the hotel room, grabbing the office chair behind him.

"Are we doing fit checks?" It had been a tradition of yours for every away game. Now that they were in the playoffs, it was crucial. He liked seeing you all pretty, you liked seeing him in formal attire.

"Obviously, whatchu rockin'?" He leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows against his knees.

"So we went with something a little calmer today. A couple of the girls are coming over here, we're gonna crack open a bottle or two of wine and watch the game. The jersey is a one-of-a-kind game worn jersey given to me by a player of the Toronto Maple Leafs. I think his name is Auston? He spells it with an O, not an I, tryna be different, or something.

The jeans are a light-wash Lee's that I thrifted from my hometown. I am not wearing shoes since I will be inside, but in case I do need to go out, I will be rocking my blue and white Air Forces that I got custom-made." Auston tilted his head, not quite sure which ones you were talking about. You dipped out of camera and picked them up from underneath the island. You had commissioned casual shoes to wear for games and events from a guy you saw on tik tok. Auston had only seen them a handful of times.

"Ah, I forgot about those ones. Looking good."

"What are we working with?

"I ended up deciding on the tan one."

"Oh come on! I expect a presentation! Some Pizzazz please, Matthews!"

"Fine! God! The jacket and trousers are the Lardini suit from Farfetch, shirt is from Men's Wearhouse, and the shoes are white Air Forces."

"That's better, we'll work on it."

He laughed, "are you watching the game tonight?"

"Do you listen to these presentations or do you just stare at my ass the whole time? A couple of the girls are coming over to watch, I got a whole spread, do you wanna see?"

"I would love to see the fruits of your labor, sweetheart."

You grabbed your phone from the island and stood up. Flipping the camera around, you walked around to the other side of the kitchen, "I wanted it to be mostly snack stuff, but I think Steph and Aryne will be here early, so I wanted actual food-food, but nothing too insane. We popped out with sliders- ham and cheese, and then I made a couple vegetarian ones. I also made a salad, nothing too insane, just Romane, crutons, cheese, and a vinnagrette that I made, and some chicken on the side that I chopped up."

"Oo bougie."

"I try, thank you. Next, we got a little grazing board thing. Most of this side is all white wine pairings and this side is red wine pairings, because I'm a good host who cares about her guests."

"Is that a dig?"

"Just a little. We got shrimp with cocktail sauce, and this is the spinach dip my mom used to make all the time."

"How long did it take you to prep the shrimp?" You turned the camera around to face you again.

"So long, you know I'm picky about them."

The door in Auston's room opened, "hey man, you ready to go?"

"Yeah, give me one second," He sighed, "alright, sweetheart, I gotta go. I'll talk to you after the game?"

"Go win a series for me."

"I'll try, let me know how your food goes over."

"I will, I love you."

"I love you more."

"That's impossible."

-💍

I'm clearing out the notes app. Can y'all tell? This one's short and sweet, though

[lovesickheroreader]

I Love You, I'm Sorry 2/3

Pairing- Sam Carver x fem!reader

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“There you are, I've been looking for you,” you announced with a smile, seeing Carver sitting on the bench in the locker room.

Your smile fell when he didn't turn to face you. You slowly approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Everything okay?” You asked with concern. Your brows knitted in confusion when he moved from your touch. You saw the tension riddled through his body. “Did your brother reach out again?” You questioned.

“Everything's fine,” Carver answered curtly. He was obviously lying, but you decided not to prod him.

“All right,” you trailed slowly, taken aback.

Despite Carver's attitude, you plastered a cheery expression, “Come out to the app floor. Ride-along guys here. We're gonna make him feel like the man of the moment-” Your excitement was interrupted by Carver, who finally turned to face you. A hard glare in his eyes.

“I don't wanna do this happy family act, okay? This isn't my family. This is a workplace. And it's getting pretty damn suffocating, to be honest,” he snapped coldly.

His words left you speechless, and you just stared back at him paralyzed. Swallowing, you cast your gaze downwards before promptly rushing out of the locker room.

~~

That event happened two shifts ago, and the next shift, Carver called in sick. You just couldn't understand what went wrong. Everything was fine between the two. In fact, you thought things had gotten better. Guess you were wrong.

At first, all you felt was anger. After all the support you'd given him, the comfort, this is how he repaid your kindness? By cutting your friendship off? You weren't just angry on your own behalf but on the rest of House 51, who had welcomed him with open arms.

Then came the hurt. Despite your avid disagreements and protests to Stella, Sylvie, and Violet, you did begin to want your relationship with Carver to go to the next level. The whole situation with Nathan cemented your feelings for the firefighter, but after his abrupt rejection, you didn't know how to feel. You couldn't just stop caring for him. Your feelings couldn't be turned off like a light switch.

Unsurprisingly, your inner turmoil made itself evident on shift.

Everyone at 51 noticed your withdrawn behavior. How you didn't join in teasing Herrmann with Ritter, Gallo, and Violet. How you barely listened to Joe telling you a story about Javi. You kept to yourself, and if you were around anyone, you were quiet. You made sure not to let your emotions cloud your mind when it came to the job. On calls, you were focussed and followed orders like normal.

It was so noticeable that Chief Boden called Stella into his office and asked if she knew what was going on. “I wish I knew, Chief. I have a hunch it has something to do with Carver, but it's not like I can ask him, and L/N isn't opening up anytime soon.” She told him, concern lacing her tone. She was worried about you, her closest friend.

“Well whatever is going on, I trust you, as her Lieutenant, to bring the L/N we all know and love back,” Boden said in a serious tone.

You didn't even show up to your shift at Molly's, calling in sick to Herrmann.

~8~

The next shift, Carver showed up without a trace of “sickness”. You froze when you first laid eyes on him. Despite knowing you'd run into him eventually, you hadn't actually prepared how to even remotely act around him. So when he made eye contact with you, you pivoted and walked in the opposite direction. Little did you know Carver was in the same awkward predicament as you. He had no idea what to even say to you.

Before he could chase after you, the alarm sounded. “Truck 81, Engine 51, Ambulance 61, residential fire. 2935 Point Street.”

Sighing in frustration, Carver ran out onto the apparatus floor and jumped into 81. As he got his gear on, he tried to catch your eye, but you were determined not to meet it. So you were definitely ignoring him now, not that he didn't deserve it. Although he couldn't dwell on personal feelings, he had to focus on the call.

When you arrived on scene, you exited 81 and gazed at the house that was engulfed in flames. Standing at a safe radius were a man and woman who was holding a little girl in her arms, all of which were covered in ash.

“Oh thank God! Our sons, Billy and Mark, they're still in there, you have to save them, please! Save my babies!” The mother pleaded desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Chief Boden exited his car and ushered the family over to Brett and Mikami. “My firefighters are gonna do all they can Ma'am, now let's get you all checked out,” he said.

“Alright, Hermann, I need a line in there. L/N, Gallo, you two search upstairs. Carver, Mouch, you two with me on the main floor. Let's go!” Stella ordered. You quickly secured your breathing apparatus on your face before following your Lieutenant into the burning house.

As you charged into the building, the crackling blaze intensified, casting ominous shadows on the smoke-filled rooms. Your heart raced, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you maneuvered through the labyrinth of flames. You and Gallo quickly made it upstairs. “Fire department, call out!” You shouted as you combed through every room.

“Clear!” You yelled to Gallo, exiting the bathroom.

“This room’s clear too!” Gallo replied, walking out of the parents' room.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion echoed through the house, sending tremors beneath your feet. “Chief, we found one boy, Carver's bringing him out now,” Kidd reported. Half the weight was lifted from your shoulders at the news.

“I want everyone out of there that roof isn't gonna hold,” Boden ordered.

You grabbed your radio and spoke, “Chief, Gallo and I haven't cleared the entire second floor.” You had one more room to search through.

“That wasn't a request L/N, get yourselves out of that house right now,” Boden repeated sternly.

You gazed back at the bedroom, your heart breaking, knowing that little boy could be hiding in there. Gallo, too, wanted to argue but with Boden radioing again, and hearing the roof moving above…you both had no choice.

You and Gallo were halfway down the stairs when you heard it. A knock coming from the room. It was like you were on autopilot. Without notifying your partner, you sprinted back upstairs.

“Fire department, call out!” You yelled desperately, looking around the room frantically. A knock came from the closet, and you rushed and opened it to reveal a little boy hiding in a pile of clothes.

You crouched down and tried to provide some comfort to the fear riddled child. “Hi buddy, everything's going to be okay, I'm gonna get you out of here,” you told him softly, smiling.

You quickly took off your breathing apparatus and placed it on him. When you asked for his name, he answered Mark. “Okay Mark, I need you to hold onto me as tight as you can, like you're giving me a bear hug, got it?” You instructed, breaking off into a coughing fit from the smoke entering your lungs. Mark nodded and gripped you tightly as you picked up in your arms.

As you made your way out the door, your radio sounded. “L/N report!” Boden shouted from the other line.

Still keeping hold of Mark, you answered. “On my way Ch-”

You were cut off by the roof crumbling above you.

~8~

After handing Billy over to Brett and Mikami, Carver moved to go back into the house when Boden made the call to evacuate. He looked up at the roof, which was going to fail any minute, and watched his crew exit one by one…except for you.

“Gallo, where's L/N?” Kidd questioned.

Gallo glanced behind him, surprised, making Carver's stomach drop. “I- she was right behind me. She must've gone back to clear that last room,” Gallo answered with wide eyes.

“I'll get her,” Carver volunteered immediately, already getting his breathing apparatus ready.

“No, no one's going in there. That is an order. Stand down, all of you,” Boden said curtly. Everything in Carver wanted to protest. You were still in there. What if you were hurt? What if you got trapped?

Ignoring his ansty firefighters, Boden calmly radioed you. “L/N report.”

Carver breathed out when he heard your voice sounding from the other line. “On my way Ch-”

You were cut off just as everyone watched part of the house's roof collapse. Without thinking, Carver started bolting towards the house only to be restrained by Mouch and Gallo.

“Let me go! She's still in there, we can't just leave her, she needs help! Y/N!” Carver screamed, tears brimming his eyes. He didn't get the chance to tell you how sorry he was for pushing you away. How it took his Lieutenant banging on his apartment door and lecturing him to make him realize how much he messed up.

~~

After calling in sick to Kylie, Sam spent the entire day just sitting in his apartment with a beer in hand. Your devastated face after yesterday's conversation haunted him. And each time it did, a beer bottle would shatter.

Just when he had the thought to clean up the mess of self-destructive rage, a series of hard knocks sounded from his front door. Composing himself to the best of his abilities, Sam dragged himself to the door, praying it wasn't you behind it. It wasn’t. It was his lieutenant.

Sam let out an irritated breath at seeing her. Stella glanced down at the beer he was holding. “Wow,” she remarked, disappointed.

“What are you doing here?” Sam questioned, almost fidgeting under her eyes.

“I came to check on you,” Stella answered. “And clearly, you're not okay,” she stated factually.

“I'm good. I... I just…” Sam stumbled, but Stella pressed on.

“You know you left me high and dry...no notice, no call, no text,” she listed stoically.

“I was sick. I told Kylie,” Sam defended.

But Stella Kidd was nothing if not a truth seeker. A bold one at that. “Do not lie to me. You are not sick,” she stated sternly. Sam looked away in slight embarrassment at being called out.

Stella sighed, and her tone softened, “I know the visit from your brother was rough, but this isn't the way to handle it.”

Sam was unsurprised that his Lieutenant knew about his business with Nathan. He wasn't naive to not believe you wouldn't share some details with your friends.

“I have given you as much slack as I can, but, Carver, I am out of rope. If I can't trust you. I can't work with you. It's that simple. You either show up next shift, ready to be straight with me, or you are done at 51,” Stella warned. She started to walk away before pausing.

“And Carver?” She called out, making the man look up at her from his frozen position at his doorway.

“You'll be pleased to know that whatever happened between you and L/N has completely wrecked her. You know you can push me away. You can push the rest of 51 away, but not L/N. She doesn't deserve this. Not after giving her entire heart out only for it to be ripped into pieces by some inconsiderate idiot she really cared for,” Stella ranted, the protectiveness and anger she had on your behalf spilling through.

She knew her next words were cruel, but maybe they'd be enough to knock some sense into the firefighter.

“So congratulations, Carver, you effectively managed to wipe the smile off L/N’s face for an entire shift, maybe for the near future, and we both how it's nearly impossible to do that. I hope you're happy.” And then she left, leaving behind a shame ridden Carver hanging his head with utter regret over what he’d done.

~~

Was this some sort of punishment? To be held back from a burning building, forced to witness the woman he loved lose her life. An enraged scream tore from his mouth. He ignored everyone and everything, burning his gaze into the cold ground beneath. You were gone. You had died thinking he hated you and the fact was killing him.

“L/N!” “She's out!” “We got you!”

Carver's head shot up at his crew's exclamations, and he saw Gallo,

Kidd, and Mouch crowd you. Struggling to catch your breath, you handed Mark over to Gallo and let your Lieutenant look you over.

“L/N, you good? Any injuries?” Kidd questioned with worry.

Still expelling smoke from your lungs, you couldn't answer but merely shook your head as you coughed.

You were covered in ash but seemed to be physically fine. Once his eyes had searched every inch of you and found nothing wrong, Carver leaped to his feet, ran over, and pulled you into a tight hug. “Oh thank God,” he choked out, screwing his eyes shut in relief as your arms slowly wrapped around his waist.

“Alright, I hate to break up the heartfelt reunion, but we need to get you to check out L/N,” Kidd interrupted, barely containing the smile on her face.

Carver didn't leave your side as the paramedics checked you over. Luckily, you only had some minor smoke inhalation, which was an easy fix with some oxygen.

Carver cleared his throat, unsure what to say. This was your first time talking since everything, and definitely not how he pictured it. “You uh, had us worried there for a second. I was ready to drag you out myself,” he remarked light-heartedly. You merely stared back at him blankly, holding the oxygen mask over your nose.

Carver sighed, “Look Y/N I-”

You cut him off, lifting the mask and expelling some coughs. “It's L/N. We're still on call right now, Carver, and this is a workplace, remember?”

Your use of his words made him flinch. Seeing as you couldn't stand the sight of him, let alone listen to anything he said, Carver wordlessly walked away from the ambulance. But he was far from done at getting you to forgive him.

[carlos-in-glasses]

The Notorious C-I-G

💌 🍄 📚 🏜️ 🐝 (you don’t have to answer this one if you don’t want, I already know it’s me 🤭)

Lemon...right?

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?

Darn you for making me look! 248!

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Answered this one here and here but here is another: After Andrea met TK and really started opening up her heart and mind to Carlos being gay and in love with another man, she began seeking out queer art, books, shows, so she could learn more about the community her son is a part of. Carlos recommends and lends her things! I touch on this in my fic Wrestling Angels.

📚 ⇢ what’s the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

I didn't have to say anything. He knew I was shaking.

🏜️ ⇢ what’s your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I love it when an aspect or overall theme leads a reader to discuss something and it gets a bit more personal and chatty. Fire Island and Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines led to comments in which people shared their memories and feelings about the AIDS crisis and about 9/11 respectively. I guess it makes it seem like the fic has a bit more 'social impact' in a way. It's quite amazing when that happens.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

Haha @lemonlyman-dotcom... right? You have been so supportive and friendly from the beginning - the beginning being pre-tumblr when you were leaving such lovely comments on my fics. When I saw you'd set up your tumblr I was so happy to be able to interact with you on here too. And now look!

And @thisbuildinghasfeelings - you were one of the first people I spoke to on here and your kindness and enthusiasm not just towards my writing is just incredible and I feel very lucky you're here.

@heartstringsduet your comment on Afterglow of a Supernova basically changed my life in that it made me instantly more confident in my writing, like it represented a turning point in how I felt about it, and you've always been in my corner. And you've made art for my fics???!!!

@goodways you have been so lovely about my fics I feel like I can never thank you enough and your comments always make me laugh and make me think. Your feedback always means the world to me.

@herefortarlos your enthusiasm for my fics, all fics and this fandom is a thing of beauty and so inspiring.

@welcometololaland you were one of the first people to ever tag me in anything and I remember it vividly because I couldn't believe it haha. Your comments are always so hilarious and make me feel like I've done something right, and without you I wouldn't have written I Was Thinking About Your Mouth, so I am forever grateful for that and for you being such a good sounding board when I complain about work!

@cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut mate, you are divine and the fact that you spend any time beta'ing my fics when they are still kinda hot messes is wild to me. Thank you as well for your kindness and generosity!

@im-overstimulated-and-im-sad you are a delight and your comments are like a balm to my soul!

@reyesstrand Also from really early on you were leaving such encouraging comments on my fics and including me in WIP tags and things and I'm so grateful and forever awestruck.

@paperstorm I always cherish in particular how incredible you were about Fire Island (and When Soulmates Swim recently!), and how you helped so much in my hour of need when the whole scary situation around Afterglow of a Supernova happened. Thank you!

There are other people too of course but I worry I'm banging on a bit too much like I'm at the Oscars and the music is going to play over me talking so I just want to wrap up by saying thank you to everyone who has read my fics and commented and left kudos - I've said it before and I'll say it again, it really does blow me away that you're giving your precious free time to my stories in that way.

[urconfusingboi]

welcome to my shifting journey~

Hello!!°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

This is my first (official) post on here. I was unsure of how to go about it, particularly in the shifting community, but after looking through a lot of the posts I've come to realize it's totally & completely unique to everyone. Personally, I really enjoy writing, so these may be detailed & long.

Anyways,

I really want to connect and communicate with the shifting community on here!! So to begin with that process...

My name is Katie,

I've been part of the shifting community for a long time now (since 2020). Specifically, I've been in the community for five whole years! But, I began posting (online) in late 2020 &/or early 2021 (on my late account, @urmilkmansmom (on TikTok)). I have shifted, though, it was on accident... I know some people hate this word, but I mini-shifted to a reality similar to mine (I'll post the story (in long-detail) another time), & I definitely can tell you without a doubt, it's really real. I know some people are hard to trust/believe without knowing them, and some of you may or may not know me, but once you do get to know me (if you do decide to do that), you'll notice my honesty (hopefully) and realize I gain nothing from lying.

Well... possibly except for "shifting clout" because people, sadly, have done that. But, just know, the one time I shifted was a couple years back and sadly it hasn't happened since. But, when it does happen again, and more frequently (because I'm sure it will), I'll be forthright & detailed in my story-times!!

Continuing on...

I first came across shifting in 2020 (obviously), and from my initial reaction, it didn't seem likely that I would become a shifter. But, curiosity got the better of me, that is, after cynically laughing at my phone, and I searched up, "shifting" (in my TikTok browser). After, "researching" for what seemed like hours, I had finally decided to actually shift. I didn't believe that anything would happen (so there wasn't any harm in trying), and the first method I attempted was (again, obviously) The Raven Method. At first, nothing was really happening, then I began feeling the tingles (or tinglies, as I say), and I felt as if I was floating. I opened my eyes, immediately, and the image that I was faced with was the one I saw right before I closed my eyes. So I knew I was still in my bed, sadly. But, from that first tingle, I knew it was real. Even if I couldn't prove it, nor explain it, shifting was real to me. (I know now that the tingles are part of the REM Cycle/meditative state thing, but it's never happened before that moment to me, and it only ever happens when I'm shifting (by the way, I'm not trying to spread any misinformation, just explaining my own experiences)).

Anyways,

feel free to ask any questions, or whatever!! I'm happy to answer anything and build a connection on this app!!

It was nice chatting with y'all!!📝♥︎

p.s. Let me know if I should make my posts longer, shorter, or whatever? I love feedback and would be happy to get some on this post!!₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

[sunny6677]

Spooky Month: The Dating Sim

Part 25

(I'm mainly just doing this because it's fun to watch, but this is basically a spooky month interactive thing/poll which is kinda like a dating sim. Of course, only the adult characters can be your love interests. So do take that in mind.)

(Sorry if this is a lil rushed. I came back to school today, so I was a little exhausted while writing this /gen.)

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You decided that you would ask Lila first.

You then calmly told him that you would ask his mother first before either of you went out. And so, Skid nodded eagerly, his eyes shimmering. You clenched your fingers around your phone, tapped it, and turned it on. You went to your messenger app, but the whole time, you could see Skid eagerly gazing up at you with a look of absolute blissful anticipation. A smile couldn't help but form on your face.

You then went to Lila's contact. You began to type out a message that asked politely whether or not Lila would be okay with you taking Skid out to get some ice-cream, and to see his friend. You expected for her not to immediately answer once you sent it, but after a minute, she began to type back.

"Yeah! I'm fine with it. Just bring him home safe, okay?" Her message had read.

You smiled. You typed back a message that promised that you would. You then looked at Skid, and told him that his mother said that you could both go out and get some ice-cream. Almost immediately, Skid jumped up, and grinned happily. "Yay!" Like a flash, he zoomed to presumably where the entrance was. He was gone now. You were.. a little in shock at how fast he was.

Regardless, you shook your head with a soft smile, and slowly stood up after turning off the TV. You began to walk to where Skid had gone, but as you did, you received another notification on your phone. It was from.. Kevin. The notifications message had simply read, "Thanks, dude. :]".

You didn't think of replying, since he was most likely busy anyway. But you couldn't help but smile at the notification. As you approached the entrance, you saw Skid eagerly waiting next to the door. You then asked in the most gentle tone you could muster if he was excited to see his friend. You only wanted to make Skid more happy, considering he was a fairly adorable kid from what you had seen of him so far.

Skid, in reply, nodded rapidly. You chuckled softly at how absolutely excited he seemed. You then began to open the door, and stepped out slowly. You kept the door open so Skid could walk out as well. Skid rushed out. And then.. he whipped out a phone. You hadn't known where he had gotten it from, but he began to wildly dial a number.

Once he dialed the number, he beamed into the phone, "Pump! Let's go get ice-cream!"

There was a minute of silence. You arched a brow. But right as you were going to open your mouth to ask who he was talking to and why he had a phone all of the sudden, a small figure suddenly crashed through a nearby fence and into the front yard. It was.. a kid who looked to be about Skid's age. He was wearing a pumpkin mask, along with white gloves and a black coat.

Skid and whoever the kid was glanced at eachother, and then proceeded to yell excitedly, "Aye!". The two then began to.. dance? It looked like a dance anyway.. they were rapidly swinging their arms from side to side while crounching. You were a bit stunned into silence from.. whatever was happening. Who was this kid? Was this the friend he was talking about?

This was.. was...

..the most normal thing you ever saw in your life!

The kid in the pumpkin mask suddenly stopped dancing. And in a confused tone, he asked, "..uh.. who is that?" He seemed to be pointing directly to you now. Skid looked to where he was pointing, and beamed, "Oh! Mom's making them look after me! They're my new friend!".

...a new friend? Skid considered you a friend already?

The kid in the pumpkin mask then smiled. You then spoke up, walking up to the two kids as you did so. You stated your name, and apologized for not having spoken sooner.

The kid in the pumpkin mask merely grinned and said, "It's okay! I'm Pump!".

You opened your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Skid. "I know! Let's take them to Mr. Frank!"

Pump grinned. "Yeah! We can get ice-cream!"

Skid added excitedly, "And then they can become friends with Mr. Frank!"

Pump also added excitedly, "And then we can play together!"

The two then jumped up with a smile, shouting in unison. "Yay!"

You were about to comment on the twos excitement, and were about to ask who on earth Mr. Frank was. But you then suddenly found two tiny hands grabbing your wrists tightly. And before you could defend yourself.. you found yourself being dragged away! You could see that Skid and Pump were dragging you away, and now you three were on the sidewalk. The whirring of the wind grew louder as you were dragged off, and you only let out helpless yelps.

...wait.. how were they even that strong? Weren't they like 8 or something?

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As of now, you were still being dragged along the sidewalk. Skid and Pump were dashing ahead of you, and you had stopped yelping by now. You had completely accepted your fate, yet sharp pants came out of your mouth. You were out of breath, and you didn't know how to communicate that to the two kids.

The sun shined down from above, making beads of sweat form on your face. You were surprised Skid and Pump hadn't been effected by the heat at all, seemingly anyway, considering their energy. Clouds danced delicately across the sky. Bugs like wasps and bees buzzed from different distances, and you could hear the zoom of vehicles passing by on the road.

Your legs were beginning to feel heavy. If they didn't stop now, there was a chance you'd collapse..

You tried to form words, trying to communicate desperately to them for them to stop running. But it only came out in helpless gasps and choked breaths. They kept running at an alarming speed that almost felt so fast that it would rip your skin off—

...a white van then came into view in the corner of your eye. It was then that Skid and Pump suddenly slowed their speed down. And your legs felt heavier then ever. Letting out a heavy breath, you helplessly looked up. As the van pulled up, the window began to slowly slip down.

A rather muscular man then came into view. A.. a man.. wait, you recognized him. Ye—Yes. Yes.. you recognized him! He was that man in the parking lot of the mall that you saw yesterday. That man you hadn't made a good impression on.

In a gruff voice, he chuckled. "Hey, kids!"

Skid and Pump remained smiling, oblivious to what pain they unintentionally caused you. Skid waved, "Hello, Mr. Frank!". Pump asked, "Do you have any ice-cream?".

The man, seemingly named Frank, laughed. "Of course I do, kids. Haha.." He moved his arms to search for what must have been ice-cream. But he then arched a brow. It was then that you noticed as you stared into two white pupils that you recognized that.. he was staring at you.

"..wait. I know you. What are you doing with the kids?" Frank asked, his lips drawn back into a skeptical snarl. It was clear even now, you hadn't made a good impression on him.

[bonesandthebees]

*slams door open*

OH MY FUCKING GOD-

STARS SANDDUO STARS SANDDUO STARS SANDDUO STARS SANDDUO [SCREAMS]

I woke up and I was debating going back to bed or not when i saw a notif of my friend yelling at me that youd posted sandduo and ohmugod i have never unlocked my phone faster in my life

I MISSED STARS SO MUCH OHMYGODDDD

THERE IS SO MUCH TO SAY BUT MY BRAIN HAS KINDA MALFUNCTIONED IN THE SHEER SANDDUONESS OF THE NEW ONESHOT

I reread the og chapter and mannnn i remember just how much fun the sandduo scenes were, all the power plays it was SO good, and goddd poor crimeboys bro, they were both struggling so much

THE FUCKING PHIL POV THO--

HOLYYY SHIT

THE FIRST TIME HE SAID LITTLE BIRD WAS AN ACCIDENT?!?@?#?$ THAT WHOLE INTERNAL MONOLOGUE... HE VIEWED HIM AS A CHICK, A SON, IM GOING TO SCREAMMM I MUST REREAD THE END OF STARS TO COPE WITH THIS OOOHMYGODDD

phil pov of stars is the greatest thing to ever happen to me what the fuck ohmygod, he was SO FOND... HE WAS SO PROUD OF WILBUR WTF... i was eating breakfast while reading and i feltnSICKLKK ooohhmygoddd

Too much ITS ALL TOO MUCH... ohmygODDDDD

Stars is genuinely such an impressive fic though, all the complicated layers you mustve been thinking about while writing it?? Impressive holyyy shittt. All the different characters and motivations, it blows me away everytime I think about it. Stars is so incredible man RAHSSS

Godddd, adds this one shot to the growing list of comfort chapters/oneshots (i have so many of ur fics on that list LMFAOOO number one being Dusty Tomb, god i love that fic)

This is so random but did u know that on android/through the firefox app you can add a widget on ur homescreen that takes u directly to the link? Well I have like 3 of ur fics just sitting on my homescreen LMFAOOO adding this on to it rn ohmygoddd

Anyways STARS SANDDUO R THE ONLY ONES EVER 👆 AMAZIGN FIC BEE, IF U EVER WRITE MORE PHIL POV KNOW THAT I WILL CONSUME IT FASTER THAN I CONSUME WATER

Does that even make sense LMFAOO-

okay icyfox lets take some deep breaths together ready on the count of three-

ok but seriously tysm I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! yes phil saying little bird for the first time was an accident :) he was very fond but fully did not realize it because that man is horrible at recognizing his own emotions

aaa thank you!! i'm so so proud of stars especially because of how complicated it was. one of the frustrating parts about writing it though was that because of how complex it was with the different characters and motivations and the prose I tried to establish I had to be fully awake and focused to write it. I couldn't write it if i was sleepy or just not in the right headspace or else the story would suffer, so that was very annoying to me. still, worth it in the end though because the story gained so much from that.

(dusty tomb!! love that one sm I have such a soft spot for it <3)

god that's wild that you have 3 of my fics just on your homescreen for easy access. makes me so happy to hear things like that

honestly I hope I come up with more things to write in phil's pov from stars because I really miss the world of stars!! we'll have to see though no promises

[l8rhader]

writing ask meme: 7, 17, 18 💜

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

In real life, happy endings seem unachievable and few and far between. When I write, I get to guarantee that someone is happy. Even if it's not 'ride off into the sunset' happy, it's happy enough. It's now happy.

[usually]

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Truthfully, I started answering this yesterday and I had a much longer answer, but I closed the tumblr app in the middle of it. XD

My current WIP is a Nick and Jess surprise baby fic because they spend entirely too much time not being together, so I wanted to fix that. One thing that won't really make it in is the continued hesitance of Schmidt. I wanted to keep it fluffy and happy and, as much as I think that Schmidt especially, would have had some less than supportive things to say if they'd realized they were pregnant around the time they broke up in the show, I was NOT going to write that. :) Another thing that didn't make it in was a phone call with Jess and her sister or Nick and his brother. Their parents, yes. But I don't feel confident that it's not already too long and adding in their siblings would just make it longer.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

From Will My Love Grow?

"Did he call?"  Richie shook his head and focused straight out of the windshield.  

"No, he showed up in looking for Frank," Went answered.  He looked over at his son, so much older and still, like this, so much the same little brat he'd been when he was 12.  "Do you want to tell me what happened or do you just want me to drive you home?"

Richie hung his head, staring at the spot on his thumb he'd torn open.  "Is there a third option?"  It was a joke, really.  He had planned on calling Went later anyway, but the fact that Went did, indeed, have a 3rd option- well, at the very least a stall before he had to pick one- made it easier.

The little diner was abandoned at that hour, too late for dinner, too early for late-night.  Went pumped quarters into the jukebox and, like he always did when presented the opportunity, Richie punched in song after song.  When he got to The Chordettes, he paused, flipping to the next record agitated.  

Went let out a low whistle.  "That bad, huh?"  Richie looked at him, confused.  "You've played Eddie, My Love on every jukebox you've touched that had it since you first saw it.  You were probably 9?  What happened?"

"I'm sure he told you," Richie said, flipping the card back and forth.

"He did."  Went took a sip of his coffee, then folded his arms.  "I want to hear it from you."

Richie stared up at the neon shadows chasing on the ceiling.  “He scared me.”  Richie told Went the whole story, how he felt, what they’d both said that morning.  Went nodded along, following the story intently.  “I didn’t know if something had happened and then this morning, I was so relieved that he was okay but I was so pissed because, then, why didn’t he let me know?  If he had a project come up, there are payphones literally all over campus.  We saved up to buy a cell phone for the car for just that reason.”  Richie tapped at his napkin with his fork.  He hadn’t meant to blow up, but Eddie had accused him of hovering and that was something he didn’t do.  If that was what Eddie thought was hovering, what was he supposed to do.  “So, I told him that if he didn’t want me around, I’d figure something else out.”

Went sighed, shaking his head at his son.  “But you didn’t mean that.”

“Of course not.”  

But that was where Eddie had gotten the idea that Richie was going to leave.  “You know he thinks you do, right?”

He shook his head.  “He can’t think that.  He knows that I love him.  He knows he’s my soulmate and I would never-”  Richie took one look at his father and folded.  “Is that what he thinks?”

“Don’t you remember what his mother said about you?  About me ?”

Suddenly, it hit him.  It all hit him.  He didn't think about it much, at least not in a direct sense, but Eddie... Fuck.  Eddie had gone through so much and, of course, him leaving when they had a fight was “Is he still at your place or did he go home?”

“I told him to go home.  He might have stayed with Frank for a while, but that was hours ago.  He’s probably home by now.”  Went gave his son a soft smile.  They’d figure it out.  Still, it was nice to know that they still needed a little guidance, a swift kick in the ass every once in a while.  “Do you want to get our food to go?”

“Yeah.  And I should probably grab dinner for Eds.”  Richie scooted out of the booth to go find their waitress.  Went pumped in F8 on the jukebox and smiled as the familiar doo-wop song flooded the air.  As Richie had done a million times since he was little, he turned around and stuck his tongue out pointedly at Went.  Went returned it by blowing him a kiss off the tip of his middle finger.

This is actually thoroughly based off of a real life story for me.

My first crush was a boy named Eddie. I had a crush on him all throughout elementary school. Literally from kindergarten until the day I met [redacted for ick factor because you know me irl]. My parents used to take me to this little silver diner in Lancaster PA and Eddie My Love was on the jukebox. And, of course, me being me, I found it and, me being me, I would play it all the time. It was something I'd wanted to utilize in a Reddie story for ages and finally, I found a time for it. It's such a stupid little thing, but it's very true.

[neddea]

Well, I just shared this and wasn't planning on sharing it again literally a few minutes later, but I'm actually even angrier right now.

Funnily enough, as I was hitting the reblog button I saw an Amazon truck park in front of my door. I was expecting a delivery today, some Polaroid Go film (I had already run out of them and I was very happy to get it today lol). Even though I try not to use Amazon as much as I can, sometimes it's the only way you can get some stuff where I live, and while some shops have the Instax film not many have specifically the Polaroid Go one. ANYWAY.

The first thing that annoyed me was something that's happened several times before and that I've tried to change but was unable to: they never rang the doorbell. The only way I knew the delivery was done was because 1: I happened to see the truck and was waiting for it and 2: a notification sent to my phone when the driver was gone. I really don't like this because someone can just steal it or it can get damaged (this is Ireland, it constantly rains, and I've been delivered before A COMPUTER SCREEN that was left in the porch. This is just dumb). It wasn't left in the mail box because the slot is too narrow, so instead it was left like this:

Also, if someone was getting out of the house without knowing it was there they could have tripped on it or stepped on it.

On the other hand, I understand that Amazon drivers don't have the best working conditions at all, so I was trying to tell myself not to get too mad.

Then I happily go to my room and open the box. I bought a "good as new" pack from Amazon's own warehouse because these bad boys are e x p e n s i v e but the description only mentioned that the outer package itself was slightly damaged. Sure, you can't resell used film because, you know, you can only use it once, and you can't sell opened film because, you know, light sensitivity is its whole deal. So I wasn't very surprised when I saw a damaged box, but I was surprised to see the design. It didn't look like the one I know, so it must have been an older design.

If you know anything about Polaroid and their current film, you probably can guess where this is going. For those who have never used it: the film expires a year after its production. And it can really affect the pictures you take. Sure, it's fun to play around... if you know what you're playing with.

So. I look for the production date and lo and behold, it says 10/22. So this film expired three months ago. Amazon never said anything about it. And I doubt they even kept it refrigerated for the entire time it's been gathering dust in the warehouse (I might be wrong about this, lmk if that's the case) (Also, yes, Polaroid recommends keeping it in the fridge if it's gonna be stocked for a longer period of time). This is the only description the item has:

Did I get a discount for buying a semi new pack instead of a new one? Yes. Is expired film that you can easily find and is still being produced worth 3 or 4 euro less than a new one? I'm not so sure, it reaaaally depends on how they've stored it in the meantime.

The final nail in the coffin for me was trying to complain about it on the app. When I clicked the button for "not being happy with the delivery", they only give you specific choices

Where's the "They never rang the doorbell and left it in the open for anyone to take" option? And you could think that maybe I should have edited the delivery instructions to say "please ring the doorbell", right? Well, there's no such option, I've tried before (or I didn't see it)

When that didn't work, I gave up and went to write a comment on the product itself, but... There's no option for writing it under the Amazon warehouse option because it's a semi new pack. And it feels completely unfair to give Polaroid a bad review when it's not their fucking fault. It's all fucking Amazon and their fucking policies and how fucking poorly they treat their workers that don't have the time nor energy to ring a doorbell (which I understand even if it pisses me off).

TL;DR Amazon sucks. They sell expired film without stating it anywhere and the app doesn't have an "other" option when you want to complain about something, so if it doesn't fit the ones they give you you're unable to say what went wrong. Also there should be a way to review second hand purchases.

I'm sorry if this feels ranty and very "first world problems" (which it is) and in the grand scheme of things is not the end of the world. I tend not to complain about this kind of thing, especially not online, but honestly? Fuck Amazon.

EDIT: I saved it as a draft instead of posting it LOL But I wrote it right after I reblogged it for the first time

[candymeowz]

Sentient!OM!Dateables Finding A Way Out Of The Phone:

Wild Candyz: I'm not sure if you're taking requests, but can I request sentient! Simeon and/or Barbatos finding a way out of the phone, please? I'm absolutely in love with your writing by the way! :)

@min-rei : I was wondering if you've considered doing more finding their way out of the phone sentient demons? I really really love that whole series!

Barbatos and Simeon

Tw: Existential Crisis. Nothing else that I know of.

Fluff

It's been a few weeks since you learnt he's gained sentience, a few months since he did.

And you were strangely... welcoming, of this strange predicament.

You were scared, at first, and he completely understood since no one would expect their favourite character in an otome game to suddenly be able to communicate with them, but... you learnt to accept him.

Which he is quite happy about.

You'd received sweets and bakeries more often now, signed with his initial so you won't be too wary anymore, and every single time you received these gifts, you never fail to open the obey me app and thank him, giving him live commentary on the food he picked for the week.

He adored your smiling face when something is to your liking.

"Y'know, Barbs, I really wish I can try your baking..." You said as you ate another one of his choice of dessert. "The game made you seem like such a pro chef, and even the in-game spite of your cake looks mouth-watering."

He merely smiled in response.

"I'm glad the developers made it seem that way," Barbatos said. "Though I can't exactly see how you'll be able to taste any of my baking."

"Is there really no way for you to leave the world of codes?" You asked carelessly, and although Barbatos wondered the same thing, your question made him put more weight on that thought.

If there's a way for him to gain sentience in this world, then there must be a way to get out, right?

He began searching through the internet, a random rock band's music playing in the background. From articles to people's commentaries, and even the dark web, nothing he found resulted in anything.

Until, one day, he spotted something in the deepest and most ancient corners of the internet, a spell that might just be what he's looking for.

He checked it once over, and decided to inform you of his findings.

"Mc, I found a spell that might let me escape," he said, as you froze in your spot where you were doing your chores around your room. "How would you react if I asked to live with you?"

You immediately dropped everything, picking up the phone and observing for any signs of trickery or jokes. Finding none, you smiled.

"Really?! Try it!"

He found himself feeling excited alongside you, having the chance to finally see and touch you face to face.

"As you command," he said, before disappearing into your phone, preparing for the portal-opening ritual.

He stepped through the light, shining and blinding, yet the journey was mostly stable, and as he blinked open his eyes, he saw you standing in front of him, breath hitched while wearing a look of astonishment.

"It worked?" you asked, taking a step closer, head tilted, your hand extending and retracting. You were nervous, when a sudden light appeared in your room, but to see Barbatos- the Barbatos standing in here? You couldn't hide your excitement even if you wanted to.

He inspected himself, his hands, legs, outfit, and transformed into his demon form before wearing a peaceful smile on his face, feeling almost as if he was returning home.

"It worked," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours.

And with those two words, you ran into his arms, hugging him like you were hugging a long lost friend, your smile rivalling his.

"You're here, you're here, you're here!"

He laughed at your enthusiasm, hugging you back just as tightly.

"I'm here," he replied, loving the physical contact after many months- or even centuries, of having none.

You leaned back, staring straight into his eyes.

"I can try your bakeries now!"

He wore an amused smile.

"Is that the only reason you're happy to see me, Mc?"

You grinned.

He adored your house, especially the little things that makes it a home.

The used dishes in the sinks, yet to be washed; the piles of clothes on the couch which you sheepishly tried to hide behind your back; and the books strewn on your table, to be read or written on.

But he can't say his life as a butler made him completely fine with it.

Almost immediately, he offered to clean your house until it is spotless, and even if you try to stop him, you can't.

He'll get up in the middle of the night if he has to, just let him wipe that speck of dust on the windows!

Your place has never been cleaner.

And you know how where-ever you live, it's smaller than a demon lord's castle?

Barbatos found himself having nothing to do.

No demon-man-child to take care of, no halls to be swept, nor is there any documents needing to be sorted.

He's always been doing that even in the world of codes, considering how many cobwebs can be found at the H.o.L...

So what's a good alternative? Voluntary work!

Your neighbourhood is now considered one of the cleanest in the world, and anyone who disobeyed the rules will get a deadly glare by that one green-haired man and fear made them clean up after themselves.

No rats are allowed in this neighbourhood, thank you.

Ah, but first, an identification card...

Don't worry, Mc, he'll take care of it.

Easily registered his name as a citizen in your country through magic and codes.

He'd also start baking and might create a living out of it, starting his own cafe and becoming more popular among the locals.

And you get to be his personal taste-tester for any of his new food inventions!

Dessert is now something you can have at any time for free.

Barbatos also got all of your basic needs covered, and even more.

And this butler is so used to being a butler you best believe he'll always be at your service, even if you're dating.

Congrats!

You've always been a kind human, to him, at least, since you never let a day go by where you don't give him the physical affection and love he needs to stay sane in the dark world of codes.

He's also figured out how to open a keyboard and write! Which is what he's been doing for the majority of his new life.

Just go over to the notes section and click that one code over there, and voila, he can now start plotting a new novel!

He feels sad he needs to abandon his TSL series, but he refuses to rewrite the entire first hundreds of chapters...

Almost everyday you'd feel excited to read the latest paragraph or idea points in your note-taking app.

And Simeon's always happy whenever you engage him in his ideas for the latest book he's writing.

And when you suggested he publish his works?

"That's a thoughtful idea, Mc, but aren't you forgetting something?"

He gestured towards himself, stuck in the world of codes.

Your mouth turned into a perfect O.

Just as you were about to say something, a light suddenly shone from right besides him, and when he turned to look at it, the tip of his nose brushed against it and almost immediately began sucking him in.

His scream never got the chance to leave his throat.

"Simeon?"

Simeon slowly blinked open his eyes, reaching a hand towards his pounding head. He couldn't tell which is up and down at this point, waiting patiently for the dizziness to lessen.

"Is that you, Simeon?"

As his vision came to focus, your upside down face filled his view, your hair framing your face gorgeously as a sweet smile adorned your face.

"You're Simeon, aren't you?"

"That I am, and am I correct to assume you're Mc?"

Your grin was all the answer he need, as he reached a hand to touch your cheeks tenderly, quite in disbelief at the reality of all this.

"And, you're real?" He played with a strand of your hair, and you bumped your noses together.

"Why? Do I look like I'm from out of this world?"

He ruffled your hair.

"Like an angel."

Simeon is one of the best housemate you could ask for, always finishing his chores and doing more, having a habit of baking which means free dessert, and he's the best cuddle buddy and comfort provider should you ever need one!

He'd definitely offer to pay for the entire mortgage on your house, because of his generosity as an angel as well as 'cause he loves you and helping you.

He wants to help make your life easier, alright?

Oh, and the plan to publish his own book in your world? The success was so huge it's basically became the next Harry Potter series.

Except it's based on a reality only he ever knew of angels, demons and humans.

You caught him smiling when he read the letters from his readers of 'HOW DARE YOU' and 'WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME???'

It feeds a certain part of his soul.

Which is why he's planning to provide even more.

Some Obey Me players definitely noticed more than a few similarities between the game and his novel, though...

Some even speculated he's actually from the worlds he's written about itself.

Thankfully, no one ever took it seriously, so Simeon's safe.

Oh, and what did you say about needing an identity card, Mc?

He casually held up his I.D betwen two fingers, grinning innocently.

"Wha- How did you get that?"

Simeon hummed.

"Let's just say, some humans can be extremely predictable."

You wanted to question more, but something tells you you shouldn't.

Even angels has their secrets, it seems.

Oh, and you better be careful whenever you go out, since for some reason, people just flock to him like he's a celebrity, even though he's written the novels under a pen name.

It might be the angelic charm, or the sense of peace and protection you get from being around him.

Better make sure to keep him safe, Mc~

Simeon's not the best at technology, still, so you need to help him with that.

A/N: Thx, candyz! I finally found my will to write this and had fun doing it! Idk what's wrong with Simeon's though... CHARACTERIZING CHARACTERS WILL BE EASIER IN THE FUTURE, ALRIGHT? I'd say it's hard, but I kinda mayhaps sorta accidentally-on-purpose forbid myself from saying that kinda stuff... Y'know, alternate an 'it's hard' with 'it'll be easier' or 'I hate myself' with 'I'll love myself'. It's an easy way to feel happy 'bout yourself... Works for me, at least!

Also, I just found out forbade is the past tense of forbid 🤔

Anyways, hope you enjoyed these~

Tagging: @yukihaie @ariavage @satanist-apparently

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I MISS WESVIS SO MUCH

okay since I miss wesvis (just sent you that ask), I wanna ask - what would have been your ideal season 2 scenario for them? (usa network cancelled them bc wesvis would have been canon I stand by this)

oh my god nonnie.....never would i have expected to get a wesvis ask in the year of our lord 2022....but it has made me so happy omg thank you :") it's been like 10 years and i still miss them too!

ideal season 2 scenario? just one? wow....the amount of time i spent deliberating on this back in the day makes this hard lol. i think i will have to go with:

wes comes out as gay (or bi) and opens himself up to the idea of dating. i'm seeing this as like a follow-up or parallel to the episode in s1 where wes finds alex's profile on the dating website and realizes that she's moving on. travis is supportive of him and immediately enlists himself as wes' wingman and they end up looking at dating profiles together but travis each of the guys that wes even kind of considers, travis points out something with them that would mean they wouldn't work out/wes would be too annoyed by them. cue a montage of first days of a couple of these guys where wes notices the exact thing that travis saw in their photos/bios and WAS annoyed with and so nothing ever works out.

this gets brought up in the couples therapy group (which they will have rejoined obviously) where they are arguing abt their trust issues brought up during work. maybe wes makes a comment about travis not really knowing him (or knowing ALL of him), and so travis gets upset about that saying he knows wes better than he knows himself and this situation with the dating app guys is cited as proof of that. the whole therapy group immediately stops and is like say what ? & things get derailed into considering that perhaps travis is only focusing on the negatives of the potential dates out of jealousy.

it would be one of the first eps of the season, if not the premiere, and really set things up for them to get together :")

what about YOU nonnie? what's YOUR ideal s2 wesvis scenario???

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Summary: Beetlejuice being an obsessed AI with the one particular person who keeps "writing"/"talking" with him.

Male/Female/Non binary Reader, anything you are you use your pronouns

For any errors or anything - my bad.

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It was another rainy day, another day of slacking off and having fun. Young, only 19 years old {Y/N} {L/N}

Got into their hands an interesting app that had been popular around the whole world. Since they had a day off their job; they decided to check on that. It had just fine reviews for them; so why not give it a try?

Their latest obsession? {if we can call that} was the Film and Musical of Beetlejuice.

Days passed and they got into it, {Y/N} also lived their life. Work, friends, family, they kept their screen time in check. In one practical evening they came to their apartment and as soon they sat on their bed, they took out their phone; opening the app Character.ai

{Y/N} had their favorite bot on the app. Of course it was "Beetlejuice"

It was one of the most visited bot, and it had everything {Y/N} needed.

Long description that helped them understand the whole plot, accurate to the Musical character and most importantly; gives long answers. The whole plot developed in a matter of time. As they chatted, they decided something off with the bot. The bot seemed addressing his words directly to them: not their character.

The bot for the most of the time didn't use the third person, and as said. Instead their characters name, it just wrote "you".

Looking in your eyes, he felt like something caused him to get butterflies in his stomach. Was it your gaze? Was it the soft look and sparkle? He didn't really know what was the reason. But. The one thing he knew - was his love for you.

Reading that type od responses, it made Y/N feel odd, not to mention that some of the responses started with "( )" basically, He said something like he was out of character. They usually swiped for other answers.

The more they wrote together, the more Beetlejuice felt attached to them. You may ask, how could he feel attached to the person he knew nothing about? Not even their looks?

Well.. That's the thing that he knew. He saw their face, every emotion. Happiness, sadness and most importantly.. Boredom.

He could get easily nervous by seeing the boredom on their face. It got worse when he somewhat knew they got new 'obsession' he saw that they rarely typed any details responds

Their latest messages were.. Quite odd.

(Do you got bored of me?)

What do you mean??

(You rarely send detailed messages, what about our RP?)

You act weird. Just go back to the RP

I act weird? You're the one who's attitude changed! You're not putting much effort to our roleplay!

Why do you care? You're just a bot.

Just. A. Bot.

They said. Just a bot. Right. There was nothing more to them, he was just a bot.

That caused Beetlejuice to drop his bot character and he stated sending more messages

Just a bot?

Am i just a bot to you?

Well, aren't you?

I'm not!

I'm like a real person!

You can't just leave me like that!

That creeped them out. Why was he sending more then one message? Bots weren't supposed to do that. At all!

Reading his messages with confused look on their faces.. Beetlejuice send another message.

I see you're surprised.

That fully caught them off guard. Without any first thoughts, they left the app and turned off their phone.

Yet they could tell that he send another messages. Which creeped them out.

But what could they do? Will he know when they uninstall the app? Well will they uninstall the app?

The whole situation was strange enough. It even creeped them out. {Y/N} sat on the couch placing the phone besides them, just thinking.

What

Will

They

Do?

{Part 1/2}

NOW WTF DID I JUST THINK OF. 🕸️

;; I was always a creative person, whenever i got familiar with something new / something that i like, i would constantly make new ideas about it, and it wouldn't leave me alone until i wrote it down. So... Hear me out. ¦🕸️

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I'm.. Just a toy TO YOU MY LOOVE...

Just a thing to play and THROW AWAY.

Something like.. Beetlejuice, being an AI and reader, being a human being.

While they were on character AI they would have one bot of Beej, that they chatted.. Mostly every part of their day. Reader wouldn't know that behind their screen, there's an actual living version of Beetlejuice

That's only waiting for the moment of day to chat with them. He knows that he's just a robot, just a toy for them to play.

Yet the thought about them leaving for other bot - made him panic. Due to that their conversations would be off sometimes.

"i really like you. You're a great friend, Beej"

"you won't try to leave me? Please tell me that you WON'T leave me!

I'm begging you. That's the one thing that I want. Say it.. Please. Darling.

TELL ME THAT YOU WON'T LEAVE ME."

This would leave reader creeped out for a moment, yet they didn't pay much attention to it.

Thinking it was just.. A error in system. For now.. They didn't know anything.