#and when I do a problem either it's just Way Too Simple and I'm Clearly missing something or I have No Clue Where To Even Begin
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every time i do my physics homework I put on super Mario 64 dire dire docks theme (extended 30 minutes) in the hopes that eventually i can pavolv myself into immediately switching into physics mode whenever I hear the music. and also because its a bop
#it also isn't super distracting#like it's background music. it's chill#hngggg I cannot concentrate#like. Once I start thinking about toh and fic stuff my brain is like okay! Hyperfixation time#And refuses to slip out of hyperfixation mode for like. The rest of the day#it is so bad because I just can't focus and I can't think properly#I need all of my brainpower for this!!!#i have a shaky grasp on the topic#my main issue is just. puzzle solving it. figuring out how to apply said knowledge#and when I do a problem either it's just Way Too Simple and I'm Clearly missing something or I have No Clue Where To Even Begin#and either way I am incredibly unsure of my skills and my brain is just banging pots and pans screaming WRONG#I know that like. This part is just learning how to think that way and I can only get good with practice#but God is it Frustrating#especially since this is a summer class!! it's moving so quick!!#and I'm already behind because I didn't take general physics so I have to teach myself the concepts she assums we all know already!!#we haven't even gotten to the calc yet!! It's still basic algebra!!!#i like this class I just wish i could fucking Get It#i don't have friends I can ask for help and the tutoring center is okayish#hng#im just frustrated again. sigh#im probably getting all of these homework problems wrong#luckily she lets us do corrections and resubmit the work which like. Is very helpful#but I hate that I have to have my hand held through every fucking problem#lilac post
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□ NERDY ✧・゚:



♤ pairing: Tutor! (& student) Wonwoo and fem student!reader [he's a masters student while reader is in end of third year studying for her bachelor's degree, so both are at the legal age] [established relationship au!]
♤synopsis: just studying and then ranting to your nerdy boyfriend which takes quite a sweet "sweet" turn.
♤ warning: this is a smut fic by the way. mentions of explicit letters, dumb sex jokes (?) , oral (fem receiving, reader gets shy easily), shirtless wonwoo (honestly this needs a warning) , lots of smooching in different places🫶.
♤ word count: 2148 (I went overboard-) ♤ MASTERLIST
♤ tag list: @hongmingoo , @shuabby1994 , @unlikelysublimekryptonite , @asyre , @soobunsbuns , @nishloves , @aaniag , @sikuthealien , @jespecially , @lizza2001 , @zierose-freak , @thepoopdokyeomtouched .
(Scratched out means you either changed your username or I couldn't find your blog)
A/N: This is my first ever smut I've written. I've been inactive asf due to a lotta things, college assignments, viva exams, studying and getting my shit together. Neither my mental health has been soo good. But anyways babyloves I'm back with this postt letting y'all know I'm alive~ love y'all. It is proofread but let me know if there's any mistake 🎀
Sitting on your messy bed with books and copies splayed around you, your eyes go through the words on the page of your book. Exams were around the corner, knocking on door like some unwanted alarm early in the morning. And to state it quite clearly, you were absolutely exhausted. Your boyfriend Wonwoo, who was also your tutor, was there to accompany you in your long study sessions. But in a way he was more like a study partner. He was studying for his masters degree while you were studying for your bachelors in third year. And you both were literature students. And at that very moment Wonwoo wasn't being helpful at all. He was dressed in casual wear, a simple black tee and grey sweatpants. Except his tee was gone a long while ago. He was now walking around in just grey sweatpants, absorbed in reading a book. You take glances every now. Your concentration gets disrupted while your mind gets a little too crowded with more inappropriate thoughts. And your reading material definitely made you question why you are even reading such scandalous things. You noted more points on your draft paper, almost done with the draft work. You let out an exhausted sigh and laid down on the bed as your back was giving out. Wonwoo was going back and forth walking in your room, looked up and asked with a soft smile laced on his lips “tired, love?”.
You stare at the ceiling, mouth slightly parted as a soft sigh leaves. You let yourself wrap in the softness of the bed. You were just, well, frustrated because of the exams and quite turned on by the sight of your studious boyfriend walking around, in your room, half naked.
“Yeah Wonu I am…” you said you're a bit hoarse from staying quiet for too long.
“You seem quite exhausted. Something's on your mind?” he said as he sat beside you. You feel the mattress rise on the side of your head as he sits on the bed.
“Yeah.. I'm just so exhausted but there's so much to cover… am I doing enough even?” you muttered, the self doubt reflecting very clearly through your words.
“Take a break, you heard me. Take a break. Don't doubt yourself so much when you're this tired”
“But..”
“No buts,”
“Any rants you got there while skimming through your reads?” he smirks knowing you must've had something on your mind, something itching your brains out.
“My brain's blank. I want to sleep but I want to eat, there are just too many wars, too many criticisms and James Joyce was a freak in disguise!!” you exasperated. Wonwoo laughed out loud with you abruptly concluding something scandalous about the author.
“Well, so was his wife Nora. I mean they were quite in love despite having this sort of letters written to each other and of course there were some problems in their relationship too” Wonwoo stated.
“Yes of course in love and all but that's not the point. The point is the lecherous lewd letters they exchanged. I felt like I walked into a couple fucking like there's no tomorrow!? Like excuse me, please chill!?” you exclaimed.
“I know I know” he chuckled while agreeing with you. You sit up beside him. Close to him, your back resting on the headboard of the bed. Your eyes take a quick glance at his bare abdomen. You looked at him, your lips pressed in a thin line.
“They were freaky. Good for them for having such a raunchy sex life. Anyways I'm hungry.” you stated impassively. He let out a chortle.
“Hungry for what exactly?” his voice rasps clearly through the stillness of the room. You gasp dramatically reading right through the innuendo.
“How impolite of you to ask me about something this suggestive so crudely” you say in a dramatic tone with a coy look on your face. Your silly dramatic antics were nothing new to him.
“Oh really but I was just asking what exactly do you want to eat you know?” Wonwoo had a sly look on his face.
“Oh my. Really? I want coffee and one chocolate pastry. I ain't hungry for your cock, I'm hungry for some real food instead.” you say while your gaze traveled from his eyes to his lips.
“Well, being brazen with your words as always, hmm? your eyes say otherwise, love” his voice was softer than before.
“Oh do they? Can't help it when my boyfriend decides to just stay half naked around me, walking in my room, so absorbed in the book”
“Does that turn you on or something?” he teases.
“Using knowledge for seducing works for me if that's what you're asking. I mean having such an intelligent boyfriend is quite interesting”
He knew how you found knowledgeable people attractive. And he was one of them. And he was your boyfriend for a long time indeed, so he knew exactly what you were talking about.
“So am I getting a coffee and pastry break? Would you treat me??” you ask.
“Well sweetheart I certainly would treat you but I want something in return too” his gaze averted down on your lips which were apparently also coated with lip balm. A transparent one which made them look more nourished and glossy.
“Aren't you being quite obvious about what you want Wonu” you tease. Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned in closer, arms touching, your head turned to the left. The distance between lips several centimeters apart. You turn to face him. A soft breath leaves your lips. His arm slides around your waist pulling you closer on his lap. His bare chest presses against your clothed one as you staddle and settle on his lap.
“So what if I'm being obvious? I still want to feel your lips on mine” his voice was raspy, words cutting through the tension in the air between. You breathe sharply at the close proximity.
“You may” I mutter. He smirks and presses his lips on yours in a searing kiss. His pink lips moved in a rhythm against your lips. His tongue darted against your lips tasting the cherry flavor on his tongue. The soft passionate kiss soon turned into a heated one. As your cloth covered body stays flushed against his bare chest his hand slowly makes its way to cup your boob over your tee. His big hand fondles your boob while his thumb rubs over your clothed nipple. A gasp leaves your lips. He makes it an opportunity to deepen the kiss with his tongue. The eagerness to want more in that kiss was maddening enough as you moan into the kiss. He pins you on the bed. Your back laid on the soft sheets of the bed, your cheek flushed as he broke the kiss enough for you both to take a breath. You try to catch your breath.The desire of craving more was tangible as you feel his warm breathing fanning on your flushed cheek.
“Wonu.. want more please” you murmured against his lips. His hand finds their way to your waist grabbing on the right side as he presses sloppy kisses along your jaw. He moves downwards pressing more sloppy kisses on your neck. A trembling sigh leaves your lips. His nose catches the lingering faint smell of your shampoo and body lotion. A scent which was very much ‘you’,soft and homely.
“Mind if we take a little longer break? You've been studying for a long time now and fuck..I want you now baby” he mutters against the skin of your neck.
“Please..”
“Please what, love” he smiled softly. The heat rises in your cheeks.
“Can you touch me more..?” you murmur to his ear. He nibbles on the skin on your neck, just near the pulse while his hand slipped under your tee slowly pushing it up exposing more of your skin. He lifts you up a little to take off the t-shirt of your body leaving you in your bra.
“God you're so beautiful” he says under his breath, his eyes admiring your half naked form. The blood rushed through your cheeks and ears as you looked away shyly.
“Eyes on me, baby”
His fingers held you by the chin, turning your gaze back to him. The desire in between was palpable. The distance again shortens in between as your chest touches his bare one. He pressed a few bites and sucked on your neck and chest to leave prominent little marks. You felt the heat coursing through your body as he slowly slid his fingers underneath your shorts. He pressed up himself more in between your legs making you feel his evident hardness against your core. His breathing became a bit ragged, getting desperate to remove the restrictions between and eager to get even closer to you. With ease he slid his hand underneath your back and unclasped the bra. He removed your bra and threw it aside on the bed. His face became a bit flushed as he saw your half bare body exposed to him. Just for him. He leans down pressing a few wet kisses before pressing an open mouth kiss on your left nipple. Your breathing quickens as his hand slowly pulls down your shorts. Your fingers ran through his hair as he flicked his tongue on your nipple. His fingers quickly pull down the elastic band of your shorts and then your panties. He discarded those on the other side of the bed leaving you completely bare in front of him.
“Fuck you take my breath away..” He mutters as his gaze trails over your naked form.
He left a trail of wet kisses while moving lower and lower when he finally settled himself right between your thighs close to your wet core. His hands squeezed the flesh of your thighs. He still had his glasses on, locking eyes with you. Your breathing was uneven, face flushed and with him looking right into your eyes didn't help the situation or the position you both were in either.
“Yahh! Open your glasses or they'll break!”
“Oh no sweetheart they stay on when I eat you out the way they always do” He had that smug grin on his which you really wanted to slap away if that was possible.
He dove right in licking right through your wet folds making you gasp. You feel his wet tongue flicking and swirling at the entrance of your cunt. You moan as he pressed up more with his nose bumping on your clit. He wraps his lips on your clit. He lightly sucks on it while his tongue swirls around it. You squirm under his touch, your breathing grew heavier. He smirks and then pushes his tongue in your slick entrance making your toes curl.
“Wonuu~ fuck-” you moan as he continue his motions knowing how sensitive you're feeling right now eager to get a release. You grasp his soft hair with your fingers pushing his head just a little more, just so he pushes you closer to the edge.
“Oh- fuck~” You mewl. He continues his movements over your clit and then your entrance giving equal attention to both to stimulate you further. Your moans and grasping his hair was definitely not helping him. His pants felt uncomfortably tight given the fact he was turned on. He grinds a little on the bed as he continues his actions with his tongue on your cunt. You kept moaning and gasping under him as you felt getting closer to the edge.
“Wonu I'm close~” I mutter softly followed by a gasp leaving your lips. You felt him moan against your wetness which was enough to push you to come undone. And you do with your body shuddering as he grips your thighs digging his fingers onto the flesh. He continues his actions with his tongue cleaning you up which follows with him coming. He moans against your cunt.
“Wonuu- did you-” You asked feeling a little puzzled. He lifts his face, his chin glazed with the slick from eating you out.
“Well yeah I did baby I did come, untouched, I just couldn't help it” He sits up, still positioned in between your thighs as he pulls you by your thighs.You yelp softly as he does that.
“You taste so good, love”
He hovers on top of you as he presses his wet lips on yours. You feel him smirk against your lips and you taste yourself too. His hand slides around your waist. I pull back just a little to mumble against his lips “you're cocky as hell too Jeon Wonwoo” I grin. “You love it anyways baby, and I'll get your treats after some time too ‘kay?” he mutters against your lips. “mmm okay” you say and smile softly.
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Sorry for leaving this in your inbox, but I need to vent and ask for advice in a place where people won't mock me. What do you do when sex is super difficult because of your fat? I've recently gotten into my first relationship and. I thought I had a handle on my internalized fatphobia and self hate but this has made it worse than ever. We can't have satisfying penetrative sex (we've tried all the tips and workarounds. Nothing works. I'm larger than most of the FA community.), and recieving oral sex is also difficult for me. I also get tired and sweaty extremely quickly if I have to like hold up myself on mostly my arms or something, so he has to do most of the work. So sex is just. Mostly the one that works on repeat, and we don't have it very often because it isn't that fun for either of us, and it also makes me cry afterwards sometimes because of how disappointing it is & me beating myself up over it.
I'm genuinely worried my boyfriend is going to leave me for this. He's clearly very frustrated with the situation, even though he tries to be nice about it most of the time. Earlier today I tried to like be flirty and hint at stuff and he just. got a bit sad. and then said that clearly neither of us enjoy the sex we're having and that he has a lot of trouble staying hard.and that he doesn't see the point when we're both forcing it for no reason. I think he's going to break up with me soon. His ex is way lighter than me, so he's probably comparing the normal sex he had with her with whatever the fuck this abnormal shitshow is :/
All the work I've done on myself to be happy with being fat (including working up the courage to date, what a mistake that was lmao) is all gone. This has ruined my self-esteem so much. I feel like one of those fatphobic jokes but a person.
first and foremost, please try your best to remember this: your body is not the problem. one more time. your body is not the problem. I'm so very sorry you're concerned that your boyfriend would leave you over this. it sounds like he has a lot of preconceived ideas about how sex is supposed to go. I promise you that it doesn't have to be this way. if this is something that could really end the relationship, know that this person is not compatible or open to exploring your needs, rather than your needs being "too difficult." I promise it's him, not you. I know folks who are 600+ pounds who have excellent sex lives and partners who satisfy them and enjoy satisfying them. when someone starts treating your pleasure like a chore, that's just shitty. I know how much it hurts. it also does damage to your own openness to pleasure. when you're caught up in feeling like sex/your body is something that needs to be "fixed," nothing is going to feel sexy, because all that pressure puts stress on and takes you out of the mental state where you're able to experience pleasure. does that make sense? so many couples get stuck in this cycle.
there are so many ways to engage in pleasure without penetration or orgasm. there's a lot that goes into foreplay, setting a mood, making your partner feel appreciated and attractive. words and touch play a huge part in this. something as simple as exploring each other's bodies, not with the intention of reaching climax, but simply to be vulnerable and engage each others' senses. have your partner give you a massage. play with your hair. tickle your back with a feather. shower together. kiss you. compliment you. if either of you are into any kinks or dirty talk, that could be a great way to engage each other sexually without the pressure of "achieving" a goal. the goal here is just to feel good, close, and connected. societal messaging about sex has placed so much importance on orgasm instead of pleasure - when taking the time and space to relax and receive attention, is key.
feel free to check out my other posts on fat sex ed, there's lots of assistive toys that can make pleasure more accessible, but I think that should be a tool for later, since the biggest issue here is the pressure to perform. know that pleasurable sex can exist for you! but for now, I would recommend taking a break from sex altogether since it is not pleasurable for you right now. because pleasure is the whole point. forcing it is only going to feel worse. you do not owe it to your boyfriend, especially if it doesn't feel good and is taking an emotional toll. I hope you both are able to take a step back, reassess and communicate, and are able to reconnect and create a safe space to explore.
I understand why you're beating yourself up over this, I've been there too. but also know that it's just another societal standard that's been internalized (and it doesn't sound like your boyfriend is helping). like you said, you've done a lot to unlearn fatphobia. there's a lot of internalized beliefs we absorb from society surrounding sex, just like body image. I promise that there is nothing wrong with you. If your boyfriend takes his frustration out on you instead of making you feel safe to express your needs, then he's not a supportive partner. you deserve someone who takes delight in your pleasure and your body. believe me, we're out there.
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Can we have one where MC splashes holy water on them-💀✋
Oh my God that's actually hilarious to think about 🤣
The brothers react to MC splashing holy water on them
Lucifer
He was throwing one of his big tantrums when you decided to use it. Solomon jokingly gave you holy water to see if it would ward off the brothers. It didn't. But would it do anything if splashed on them? He was getting awfully close when you all of a sudden took off the cap and splashed him straight in the face with holy water. He stares at you completely shocked that you would do such a thing. He actually calmed down and continued to stare at you. "Maybe...I overreacted..." He says like a puppy that was just scolded he's more hurt that you would even think of doing that to him that it actually happening.
Mammon
He was being overdramatic (shocker) about something with Goldie and wouldn't calm down when you attempted to speak to him about it. He eventually was in front of you and decided you know what let's just do it and now here you are Mammon covered in holy water shell shocked as you sit there trying not to laugh. He immediately started whining "MC what the hell is yer problem! Holy water really!?" He says with a pout and some tears in his eyes. Poor baby.
Levi
He was getting way too envious with a game he was playing and was so close to summoning lotan when you stepped in and without thinking just threw holy water at him. He stopped mid yell and just looked at you. He returned to his normal non-demon form and immediately started to stutter out an apology "M-MC I'm sorry ...d-did I scare you?...holy water doesn't work either .." he says now embarrassed
Satan
Another freak out this was over someone trying to take a book he clearly had his hands on already. He was getting way too angry and you feared he'd do something bad so you just threw the holy water at him. He whips his head at you and now chased after you. A bad idea really...
Asmos
He was getting way too worked up over some guy stating he isn't beautiful and listing flaws asmos did not have. His horns started growing and you immediately knew you needed to do something. You search your pockets and throw the only thing you can think of at him and he calms down but at what cost. He was now crying his makeup, hair and outfit were ruined.
Beel
Another angry one over someone refusing to get him more food after he ate almost 100 servings already. You definitely couldn't contain him with his current state so you throw holy water hoping it won't seem tasty to him. He stops and calms down returning to you also looking like a kicked puppy. "MC ...I'm sorry....also holy water doesn't do much to us demons....by the way" he says and avoids eye contact like he will be scolded
Belphie
Simple really. He was being a dick and started to get too pissed off so while he had his back turned you threw the holy water at him as he deserves. This did result in casualties as he chased you around the house destroying everything in his way like his brother Satan.
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TWST with an Ubuyashiki Child reader (Part 3)
Warnings: Suicide, Angst


"Thy soul... Is empty."
"WHAT?!"
{NRC – Mirror Chamber}
• What did the mirror say? Empty? What does that mean? Everyone seemed alarmed, especially that Crow Demon. What could it mean?
Crowley: "Empty? What do you mean empty?!"
Dark Mirror: "Despite their soul's sharp and clear shape, it is trapped and lacks motion and color. It does not contain anything else. Therefore, it is empty."
Crowley: "B-but...! But the carriage! They brought them here...!"
Ubuyashiki! Child: "I have told you already, Mr. Crowley. I was brought here by mistake."
Crowley: "Impossible! Not even in my years of teaching have I encountered a problem such as this... Oh, whatever shall I do?"
Ubuyashiki! Child: "Escort me back. As simple as that."
Grim: "Ff...Fuwahh!!... If they ain't got no magic, then lemme enroll instead! I got magic! Powerful magic too! Just watch this!"
Ubuyashiki! Child: "Everyone, take cover!"
• As the beast breathed in a large amount of air, your instincts immediately alerted you to protect yourself. Not everyone reacted fast enough from your shout, some students' robes became singed on the outfit's edges. A tanned boy with silver hair received the most burns as he still has his rear on fire. You took off your robe (surprisingly your kimono is still intact) and ran to the boy to use it put out the fire. He thanked you with a relieved smile that reminded you of...
• .... The boy with hanafuda earrings.
?????: "Woah... thanks for... fire.....
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{Demon Slayer Corp – Ubuyashiki Estate}
• Suddenly, you remembered the last things your father said to you. In the estate, he called you and your siblings to listen to his final orders. You could still remember his smile...
Kagaya: "I need all of you... to listen to my instructions clearly... my children..."
Hinaki: "Yes, father."
Nichika: "Yes, father."
Ubuyashiki! Child: "Yes, father."
Kiriya: "Yes, father."
Kuina: "Yes, father."
Kanata: "Yes, father."
Kagaya: "That boy with the hanafuda earrings... Tanjiro Kamado... and the demon girl, Nezuko... The Hashiras... Everyone... Together, we can... Put an end to Muzan Kibutsuji. Never tell the others this... I will sacrifice myself as bait... The time is near when he will coming here himself... He is after me... Go far... Hide and be safe..."
• Your father has become weak. He can barely form a sentence without rasping and coughing. Your mother held his hand in a firm but gentle grip. She did the best she could to help him live this long, it was all because of her and your siblings' help that he will see the day that he can finally kill him. Your dear sisters and brother have tears welled up in their eyes, threatening to drop. Your mother was no different. Neither were you.
Amane: "... I will stay here with you, Master Kagaya."
Hinaki: "Me too, mother."
Nichika: "Me as well."
Kiriya: "Father, we want to stay with you."
Kuina: "We'll be here with you."
Kanata: "W-We won't leave you."
Ubuyashiki! Child: "Please let us join you, father."
Amane: "Children..."
• All of your siblings gathered around and held his arms delicately, desperate to be by their parents' side even in death. The sickly man smiled and opened his bloodshot eyes. You knew that look in his eye. His final decision was made. Your tears did nothing to let him make you stay. For even if you stayed, he will face an early death either way.
Kagaya: "... You're all very kind to me... If I could hug all of you one last time... I'll die with happiness... I am sorry..."
Kiriya: "Then please let us stay with you--"
Kagaya: "No, my son... I'm afraid you mustn't... For my final orders... I need you to be a good brother... Protect your sisters... Get as far away from here as you can... I need you to be a leader... To lead Tanjiro and the Hashiras to victory... Only then we can be safe from his grasp..."
Kiriya: "B-but what if I... F-fail?... I'm... I'm cowardly... I know nothing about being leader...!"
Kagaya: "Please... Kiriya... I know how difficult of a responsibility... and heavy the weight... Of the title of leader will be... but I can no longer lead... To this day... You are the Corp's only hope... To continue guiding them... In my place..."
Kiriya: "..... I... I will do my best, father."
Kagaya: "... Thank... you.... My daughters, Kuina and Kanata... Please help your brother...Love and protect one another..."
Kuina: "... We will, father."
Kanata: "... sob... We'll do our best to help."
• Your poor brother Kiriya. Barely called a boy, much less a man. He was only a child who was not ready for the task but he is still willing to try and win. Just like him, you thought that your older sisters were more suitable for being the heads of the Ubuyashiki clan and managing the demon corp. But you thought wrong.
Kagaya: "Listen... Only me... And your mother... Shall stay here... And detonate ourselves and this estate... Everything will be destroyed... For an explosion will not be enough to kill him... But it'll slow down... His regeneration speed... Enough for the Hashiras to catch him..."
Ubuyashiki! Child: "If that's how it is... then I insist to stay by your side as an additional distraction..."
Amane: "Ubuyashiki! Child...!"
Hinaki: "Yes. Since we are the older ones, we will sacrifice ourselves as well."
Kuina: "... Sister...."
Kanata: "...sob...sob...."
Nichika: "Right. Muzan will think that it's only us unguarded. He will not think that you're willing to sacrifice us children."
Kiriya: ".........Father? Mother?"
Kagaya: ".........."
Amane: "...His vulnerability will increase if he thinks that it's our entire bloodline he will kill... Master?"
• For a split second, you can almost see your father's smile falter. You knew your father more than on the surface. He secretly had an unquenchable bloodlust that rooted from the king of demons that he hid with skill. The goal of beheading that man became his entire life after witnessing the horrible deaths of his parents and brothers. But even so, he refused to involve innocent people and preferred to live humbly. If there's a chance that comes into his life to make his plan take effect on Muzan instantly, he will grab that chance. But as a father, he hesitated...
Kagaya: ".... I can never bring myself to ask you... It greatly pains me to make this choice... I had hoped that you choose to remain safe..."
Amane: "... I deeply apologize for this as your mother, Hinaki, Nichika... Ubuyashiki ! Child... Are you sure?"
Hinaki: "We live with you. We'll die with you."
Nichika: "So you and mother won't be scared."
Ubuyashiki! Child: "Yes."
Amane: ".... They are willing to stay and perish with us, Master..."
Kagaya: "... Very well then... Thank you all... My children... Remember... To never tell anyone... For the sake of me... That is my final wish... Beheading Muzan is our top priority..."
Kiriya: "Y-yes... we promise you... we will avenge you...."
Kagaya: "... Don't cry, my child... We will always be with you... Even in the afterlife... But for now... You must endure... We will see each other again... I'm glad to have all of you as my family... We love you..."
Amane: "Be strong and save the tears after victory, my dear. Please live on for us. We love you all... Very much. Farewell..."
• And with that, your younger siblings gave you a final hug and fled the estate. You, your sisters, and parents are left alone to prepare yourselves for your final moment. Your father told you to play with your sisters to face death without fear. To not mind the man who will be intruding. To spend the rest of your time in the joy of a missing childhood experience.
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"..ey!.....h.....!"
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"HEY!"
Ubuyashiki! Child: "!"
?????: " Hey,watch out!"
• The same boy with the used-to-be flaming rear snapped you back to reality by quickly dragging you to the side just before the monster breathed out another wave of flames. It seems that Grim rampage is still ongoing, no one's stopping him.
?????: "Are you okay? Your sleeve's been burnt!"
Ubuyashiki! Child: "I'm fine, thank you."
Kalim: "That's good to hear. I'm Kalim by the way!"
Ubuyashiki! Child: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kalim. I'm sorry if this is rude but are you perhaps... human?"
Kalim: "Uh, yeah. Why?"
Ubuyashiki! Child: "I--"
Crowley: "WHY IS NO ONE STOPPING HIM?!!"
Azul: "Do not worry, headmaster. I will take care of the beast myself since no one here has the heart to capture it. Of course, I won't hurt the poor thing, that would be very cruel of me."
Floating Tablet: "That's Azul for you. Always reaping the points and showing off whenever there's a chance."
??????: "I shall also assist in handling the situation."
• A man with glasses and a short man equipped what looks like a... pen? And all of a sudden a collar appeared around the monster's neck.
??????: "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"
• The beast stopped blowing out fire in an instant when it felt the weight of the collar and the tightness around its neck.
Grim: "Fnyaagh?! W-what's with this collar!... Fnyagh...! It won't let me do magic!"
??????: "That collar is my own unique magic. You can't do magic unless I release you from it. With this collar, you are simply as helpless as a housecat."
Grim: "Fnyagh?!"
Azul: "My, my. That's Riddle's unique magic for you. Very handy... I want it... but I don't want it to work on me..."
• ... ?
Grim: "Fnyaaagh! Take it off! I ain't nobody's pet!"
Riddle: "No. But don't worry, I won't keep you. It'll be a violation against the rules and your behavior is erratic."
Grim: "Fnyagh..."
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The need that I have for early morning, tender sex with Dbf!bucky that gets a little frantic and really passionate 😵💫
Especially if you tend to drift apart in your sleep. It feels so much nicer to curl up against him again the next morning, stealing some of his heat and enjoying the way that he smells so familiar to you now.
You can't help but feel a softness in your chest when he sleepily pulls you closer, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head with his eyes still closed. If nothing else, you feel incredibly safe with your bare chest pressed to his and your limbs tangled together comfortably.
The sunlight has just managed to creep through a gap in between the curtains, illuminating the few grey hairs peppered across your partner's hairline and you swear he's never looked more beautiful.
He's more awake than he'd lead you to believe though. His eyes are barely even open before he's tilting your chin up, making it easier to capture your lips with his.
"Good morning." He mumbles in his deep morning voice when his lips part from yours.
"Hi." You can't help but smile, wiggling your body against the bulge in his underwear. "It's a great morning."
He can't help but roll his eyes at your enthusiasm.
"Didn't I take good enough care of you last night? You still want more." He pretends he's insulted but secretly, he's pretty damn pleased. You want him; plain and simple. You don't dress it up or play it off. Don't we all want to be wanted?
"See, that's the problem. You were too good to me last night. And now. I'm all worked up." You slip kisses to his neck and shoulders in between your sentences, hoping that it really drives your point home.
"You're a handful." Bucky teases, tilting your chin up once more, letting his lips collide with yours before allowing his tongue to do the same. It feels like his hands are all over your body at once, teasing and rubbing and gripping you, getting you even more worked up.
It's not long before he's got your leg hooked up over him and he's slipping his cock into you. The glide is that much easier given that he finished inside you just a few hours ago and the thought of that alone makes you even wetter.
Bucky's low groan as he slides into you is addictive. He's clearly still sensitive but it feels too good for either of you to stop now.
"Such a good girl. You take me so damn well." He's babbling already, eyes rolling back as he presses as deep inside you as possible, giving you a chance to take a breath before he starts to work your body in a way that no one else has ever managed.
#becca's thots#becca writes spice#dbf!bucky#dad's best friend Bucky#This is the silly one scratching an itch in my brain rn#I am a real morning person#I hardly make it past midnight these days#I've also had a lot of thoughts about the filthy things that could be done while one party takes a work call 😏#Might have to write that
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Please me- Michael Gavey x Reader
Hello! I've been obsessed with all the smut stories I've been reading on this app about several characters… so I've written something I thought of.
Please be kind since English is not my first language and it's the first thing +18 I've ever written ( I kinda took advantage that I was ovulating to imagine the most dirty scenarios and write them hehe)
I plan to divide them in three parts.
I hope you like it.
Warning Tags: 18+ ONLY. Smut, Oral Sex (Reader receiving), Embarrasing himself.

Part 2 Part 3
It was a Friday evening, and the campus was almost empty. Half the students were either at local pubs, attending parties, or had gone home for the weekend.
Almost everyone, except for Michael. He had stayed behind without any plans, as usual. As a "Norman no-mates" kind of student, he found himself without an invitation to any parties.
He decided the best use of his time was to begin working on the final list of problems he had due in a month.
He didn’t want to be with those wankers anyway.
He had no need to study or even try—math was just so obvious and simple. Yet, he made his way to the library, trying to escape his pristine bedroom for a while.
When he walked into the library, he didn’t expect to see you there, sitting at a table with your bare legs crossed, leaning into the table, focused on a paper you were working on.
Everybody at school seemed to gravitate towards you and your group of friends, thanks to Felix Catton.
Michael couldn’t begin to understand what was so interesting about that damn bloke.
Even his best mate and only friend, Oliver, had found himself enjoying the company of Felix and his superficial group of friends rather than his.
How can anyone be friends with someone who doesn’t even have an ounce of gray matter?
They must all be idiots.
Every one of them. Including you.
He had decided that the first time he met you during tutorial sessions with Professor Ware. He didn't even understand how you ended up paired with him for tutoring—your majors clearly displayed you were opposites, and he liked to think he was the smartest one.
On top of that, he believed people were a mere reflection of the friends they surrounded themselves with. So, what does it say about you if you are friends with the most superficial twat on campus?
No matter how pretty he thought you were, with those plump lips, big eyes and soft curves… You still were a vapid cunt.
...Or were you?
Michael Gavey wouldn't call himself your friend, but unlike everyone else, you never dismissed his presence. You were always quick to challenge his aggressive comments in the classes you shared, often proving him wrong.
Your friends, of course, found it amusing, but you never laughed. He considered you the smartest among them—not as smart as him, of course, but not sharing the same brain cell as your mates.
Sometimes, during lectures or in the halls, he caught himself watching you. Dressed in expensive clothes, you navigated the halls with an air of confidence.
He found your outfits too revealing, almost inappropriate for lectures, yet he was secretly grateful for the glimpse they offered him of your long legs and cleavage.
You were too pretty and nearly as smart as him. And you knew it, which only made things worse.
You seemed to be every guy's dream.
Every guy, including him.
Damn it.
"Michael? What are you doing here?" you asked, noticing him standing frozen in front of you, staring and holding some books.
"Uh… I'm here to finish some homework," he answered bluntly, attempting to head to a corner table.
"Sit with me. There's no one else in here, you know. You may as well just sit here, and we can keep each other company," you said, stopping him in his tracks. He hesitated, then made his way over and sat beside you, almost uncomfortably.
Opening his books, he tried to focus on the problems in front of him, his palms sweating as he feared you might notice the effect you had on him.
"Why aren't you at the party?" you asked, jotting down some notes on your paper, trying to make conversation and lighten the mood.
"Not fucking invited," he said simply, watching as the realization dawned on your face. You both sat there alone at the library, and continued working on your paper in silence.
"Why aren't you glued to your friends? How does studying alone work for your social life?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"Just wanted some alone time. Needed to catch up on the activities, and I was getting bored with them. Plus, it gives me a break from Felix, so I don't murder him when he's a pain in the ass."
"He's been acting like an arse lately, hasn't he?" Michael commented as he picked up another math textbook, flipping through the pages. He wasn't sure if it was true; to him, Felix may have been an arse since he was born, certainly.
"Not more than usual—shagging some girls, getting drunk, and partying. The usual," you said, shrugging as if it were normal.
"And you don't seem to mind his stupid behavior?"
"Why would I?"
"I… I thought you were a thing. I heard a rumor you two were together…" He said, almost embarrassed to admit he paid attention to gossip and social life.
"What?" you snorted at his admission.
"Yes. I'd suppose anyone with a brain would be jealous if their boyfriend was sleeping around with other girls," he said, tightening his grip on his pencil and trying to sound nonchalant.
"Definitely not. We just enjoyed some benefits in the past," you dismissed his comment casually. "We've known each other since childhood; we're not a couple. Sex is a necessity, wouldn't you agree?"
"Uh… I…" Michael was stunned, to say the least. "I…" He tried to speak, to form a response, but he was too flustered and speechless.
"Oh my God," you turned towards him, looking surprised. "Michael, are you a virgin?" you asked in a low voice.
Michael's eyes widened at your words, a red blush instantly appearing on his face. He looked away, trying to avoid your gaze. He couldn’t even deny it.
How could he when it was so painfully obvious?
"N-No!" he lied, trying to keep his cool but failing miserably.
"Have you ever seen a woman naked, Michael?" you asked, smiling with a glint in your eyes at the discovery.
Michael wished he could die at that moment. The embarrassment he felt was so intense that just when he thought he couldn’t blush more, he grew even redder.
"Yes, of course I have!" he responded defensively, too fast as if trying to convince himself. Who was he kidding? He let out a huff and muttered, "No, I haven’t, okay?"
"Why not?"
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, there’s not exactly a line of women trying to get with me, obviously" he scoffed.
"I think you’re cute," you said, smiling at him. He obviously thought you were lying. "So… uh, what exactly do you do to relieve any urges?"
How else?!?
He let out a loud groan at that question, covering his face. He did not want to be having this conversation, yet here you were, asking him the most embarrassing questions.
He leaned back in his chair, avoiding your gaze, and couldn’t believe he was admitting this to you.
"I… have a few magazines and videos…" he mumbled, his face still red. "And I… use them, obviously."
"So… you take care of yourself then. It's perfectly normal and healthy." You smiled, noticing his red cheeks. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. I do it all the time when I'm stressed."
Of course, you knew how he took care of himself; you were not stupid. You had a feeling he was a virgin and a prude, and you just wanted to hear him admit it.
You had taken some interest in Michael since the beginning of the term. At first, he was just a lonely student who was too eager to prove himself better than anyone in classes, commenting on how useless non-math topics were.
It was when Farleigh told you how much Michael stared at you in classes and made fun of him, claiming that he had a silly crush on you, that you started to notice him more.
The way his sandy blonde hair framed his face, the big blue eyes behind the framed glasses, his thin lips always pouting unconsciously as he disregarded everyone else.
You were now too interested in him, and you started to wonder what it would be like to be with him and teach him. To make him eat all his words… and satisfy your curiosity.
"What’s it like…?" he asked suddenly, his voice slightly above a whisper, looking over at you.
"What?" you smiled at him. Michael’s cheeks turned a shade redder, and he cursed himself inwardly for even asking that question. Yet he was too far gone now, his curiosity having taken over.
"Touching a woman…" he mumbled, clearing his throat awkwardly.
"Maybe you'll just have to find out for yourself," you shrugged.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" he turned towards you. "You asked me all these weird questions and now you can't answer mine?"
You were slightly taken back by his outburst, noticing the way his cheeks were red out of embarrassment and fury.
"What do you even ask them for? To make fun of me with those suckers?" he snarled.
"No. I asked because if you want to, maybe I can teach you," you said simply, staring into his eyes.
"How?" was all that came out of Michael's mouth as you stood up and quickly gathered your things.
"Come on, follow me." He watched as you walked over to a private study room at the end of the hallway, one of those reserved for group studies. It had a large meeting table and boards.
Understanding, he grabbed his things in a hurry and followed you to the room. He entered, locking the door behind him and glancing at where you were standing, at the center of the room, sitting at the edge of the table.
He walked over to you, trapping you against the table. He stood there for a moment, watching you, not knowing what to do next. So, you moved closer to him, taking him by surprise when your lips pressed against his in a slow kiss.
He closed his eyes, breathing in your scent, his lips kissing yours desperately. He felt it when you took his hand and carefully led it to your breast.
With your hand upon his, you gave it a squeeze and parted the kiss, watching his bewildered expression, the tint of red in his cheeks growing darker.
"Maybe you can finally explore the body of a woman," you whispered. He was too stunned for a moment, as if he was daydreaming, but then you looked into his eyes and nodded.
His gaze grew darker, and he carelessly pushed down your shirt, watching your breasts peek out.
His breath hitched, and you could see how his pupils dilated at the sight of them. His hands slid through your tits as he stared down at them with amusement.
Between his thumb and index, he reached for your nipple and noticed the way you let out a sigh out of pleasure, your nipples growing hard at his touch.
He bent down and started kissing and sucking your neck, leaving small bites here and there, where he thought people would be able to see them.
His tongue started lowering and lowering until he reached where his hands were formerly placed, and his lips started sucking on your nipple, with a free hand he cupped your other breast, moving his fingers in irregular circles.
He focused his gaze on you, and noticed the way a moan escaped your lips.
You were desperate for his touch; he could see it.
He could feel his heart throttling, as his mouth explored every inch of your breasts, the movement of his lips and tongue was a mix between inexperience and pure desire. Your fingers moved to his hair, encouraging him to continue.
"Michael…" - his name escaped your lips in a low voice. - "that feels good, do you want to keep going? "
He nodded desperately, eager to continue exploring the fullness of your body. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Without a word, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was urgent, his trembling hands sliding through the side of your legs until he gripped your ass.
When his fingers brushed the hem of your skirt, you felt a surge of anticipation.
Slowly, almost reverently, he began sliding your skirt upwards, exposing more of your thighs.
He leaned back to admire the view, your breasts on full display, your red cheeks, and the way the fabric of the skirt gathered up your hips.
His hands started exploring the flesh of your inner thighs, tracing circles in his path as his fingers ventured closer to your core, a soft moan escaping your lips as you tilted your head back.
Michael's eyes darkened with desire at the sound, and his hands stilled for a moment, savoring your reaction.
He knelt in front of you, and he watched with amusement the way his fingers traced a path at the edge of your panties, the fabric acting as a barrier between his touch and your core.
He ran a finger through the fabric and felt how wet it was, before he moved it aside and a moan escaped his lips at the sight of your pussy. His gaze met your eyes, almost shily with a question written on them of whether he could go further.
When you nodded, his fingers started touching you, moving his finger up and down slowly, trying to find the place that would give you more pleasure, when his finger met your clit, he noticed the way your body shivered and he focused his attention there.
He started moving his fingers slowly against your bud, and the quiet moans he heard and the way your breath hitched, made him think he was doing a good job, so he started to move his fingers faster, in a painful way.
A whimper left your mouth, and your hand grabbed his, stopping him.
"No. Not fast or it hurts. " - you said between breaths, when he nodded in understanding, you guided his fingers once again against your clit.
Guiding him through the right pace which makes your skin grow hotter.
His fingers started moving with more confidence, finding rhythms and patterns that made you moan.
His name erupted from your chest in a cry of pleasure, and suddenly his touch was not enough, with a hand placed against the table you leaned forward and watched the way his gaze was focused on your core.
His fingers were not enough, you needed more.
You needed him pressed against you, so with your other hand you grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to your pussy, a groan reverberated in your skin, and his lips started sucking on it.
His erection was hard since he entered the room, and as he watched you moaning and pulled him closer it grew painfully hard, the boxers restraining him and making his cock start to twitch.
He thought it would be more painful the embarrassment he would feel if he came on his boxers at the simple sight of her moaning while he ate her up, so he tried to focus solely on her.
He failed...
You started breathing heavily at the way his fingers slither inside you and his tongue moved against your pearl.
Fueled with pleasure your back arched, and your fingers tightened their grip on his hair, pulling him closer. His touch was electric, and your eyes opened, locking your gaze with him... hen he lost it.
His cock started throbbing against his boxers, seizing as he came undone at the sight of you.
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Wriothesley x Reader
(I was lazy today, so this is a little shorter and less laborious than usual, a little lighter. Enjoy it though! Remember that I appreciate every repost, comment, and like on posts, and that I accept requests! 0.7k words :P)
Where you both have a moment of rest together
The rhythmic sound of the water hitting the walls of the Fortress of Meropide was something you had grown accustomed to hearing, a melody that repeated itself endlessly under the sea. Living there with Wriothesley was not what you had imagined, but you didn't regret the decision either. Despite the harsh environment and the incessant pace of his work, there were always little moments that you shared, where the weight of the world didn't fall so much on his shoulders.
It was one of those quiet days, where the Duke had taken a little break. You found him in his office, sitting in front of a pile of papers that he clearly wasn't reviewing. Instead, he had a book open in front of him. You approached, leaning on the door frame, watching as his eyes calmly scanned the pages.
“Since when do you have time to read?” you asked, breaking the silence with a slight smile.
Wriothesley looked up and smirked, closing the book immediately.
“Let’s just say I found it between one thing and another,” he replied, leaning back in his chair. “It’s not often you get a moment to yourself down here, you know?”
You walked over to the desk and sat in a corner, watching him. Although the place could be oppressive, at these moments he looked like a simple man enjoying a break from his day.
“You deserve it,” you commented, crossing your arms as you looked at him. “You’re always running around, dealing with problems. I’d say you’ve earned this little break.”
Wriothesley smiled and stood up, walking around the desk until he was in front of you.
“And you?” “He asked, leaning slightly towards you. “Are you planning on taking a break too? I don’t remember seeing you this calm these days.”
You smiled back at him and shook your head.
“I’m used to chaos. Besides, I like knowing you’re okay. Sometimes I worry more about you than myself,” you admitted truthfully.
He laughed softly, a low laugh that echoed in the space between you.
“Really? You care about me? How cute.” His tone was playful, but there was a glint of gratitude in his eyes. It was rare for someone to remind him that he deserved to take care of himself, too.
Wriothesley leaned in a little closer, until your faces were at the same height.
“You know I’m always okay if you’re with me,” he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness he rarely showed openly.
You blushed a little at his words, but you couldn’t help but smile.
"Does that mean I can relax then?" you asked him, joking.
"Sure. Although there is something better than being calm." Wriothesley looked at you mischievously before, in a quick movement, lifting you into his arms with an ease that surprised you.
"What are you doing?!" you exclaimed between laughs, clinging to his neck.
"I'm giving you a break. If you don't take care of yourself, I will" he said as he carried you out of the office, walking through the halls of the Fortress without caring who could see them.
"Wriothesley, put me down!" you protested, although deep down you didn't mind the idea of him carrying you.
"Not until we get to a more comfortable place" he answered with a mischievous smile.
Finally, he carried you to an empty room, one of the few places in the Fortress where there was a comfortable sofa. He carefully lowered you onto him and sat down beside you, pulling you so that your head rested on his shoulder.
“Now, you need to rest too,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around you.
You sighed, knowing there was no way to refuse.
“Okay, but only because you say so.”
Wriothesley smiled and gave you a kiss on the forehead, closing his eyes as you both let yourself drift off into the silence and momentary tranquility. Though life at the Fortress of Meropide could be hard, those small moments of peace with you were what truly reminded him that it was all worth it.
However, that aura of calmness and relaxation slowly dissolved as there was an atmosphere of some implicit understanding between you and Wriothesley.
You knew that Wriothesley, being the figure that he was, certainly didn't like to waste time or beat around the bush, so it wasn't long before he found himself slowly kissing your neck as you unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt.
It was going to be a nice day of rest, of course.
Here is my masterlist, in case you are interested in any more of my work or want to send me a request <3
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I want to be here.

part 3!!!
no warnings... i don't think.
You sat on your couch, staring at your phone resting on the coffee table. It was opened to your messages with Ona. You had barely texted in 6 years, only sending happy birthday's back and forth. Today, though, sat a message sent from you.
-Are you okay? I hope nothing we did made you uncomfortable. Not that you had to stay. I just want to make sure that you're okay.
It was marked delivered. There was no response. You'd only sent it an hour ago, and it was possible Ona had just gone home to sleep. But you didn't know when she'd left, how she got home. You were worried. And, as much as you wished you weren't, you were hurt. You felt... icky. Used. You knew Ona, and you knew she wouldn't just fuck you to get back at you, or just for fun. There was a small part of you, however, that felt like it would have made sense for her to do either of those things.
It's not like she could really have still feelings for you, if she ever did. She was Ona. The human embodiment of sunshine. A laugh that brought a smile to anyone who heard it's face. She was perfect, or as close as a person could get. And you were just... you. Nothing special. Nothing compared to her.
You pulled yourself out of the familiar spiral when your phone buzzed. You felt nauseous as you picked your phone up, Ona's caller ID flashing across the screen. Hand shaking slightly, you answered.
"Hello?" You tried to keep your voice level.
"Hey, I'm fine, I'm sorry I left like that. I just needed to get my head on straight." She didn't sound okay, she sounded like she'd been crying.
"No, it's okay. I was just worried, wanted to make sure you were safe." There was so much more you wanted to say, but you stuck to simple sentences, simple statements.
"Yeah, I'm good. I just kind of freaked out. Not because I felt pressured or anything, I just... got scared." You were relieved at that but still, she sounded slightly choked, like every word to you was a challenge. You could hear the murmur of someone else's voice next to her, but you couldn't make out the words.
Suddenly, you needed to get off the phone. You were convinced she regretted it, regretted you, and the rejection that hadn't actually happened yet felt suffocating. "It's fine. I get it. I messed things up, and I shouldn't have let it go this far. I'll see you at practice tomorrow."
You tried to hang up, feeling a lump in your throat as you spoke, but Ona's frantic voice stopped you.
"No! Y/n, no. Please don't run again. I know that's insanely hypocritical considering what I did this morning, but please. Can we please just talk?" She sounded panicked, and you felt too guilty to tell her no. You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing tears out of them, wondering how she still had you wrapped around her finger, so many years later.
"Okay. Do you want me to come over?"
"Um. I'm actually at Alexia's. Don't be mad, I told her what happened, I just needed advice. Can I come to you?"
That shouldn't have surprised you. It made sense. Alexia was the biggest pusher of team cohesion. If people had a problem with each other, she made them work it out. She clearly had told Ona to talk to you, to tell you that it was a mistake in person, so there wasn't any tension.
"Yeah, that's fine. I'll see you soon." You hung up before she could respond, leaning back against the couch, trying to pull yourself together. You wiped the tears off your face harder than necessary, and took a couple deep breaths.
Ona was going to come over, and tell you that you guys made a mistake. That was it. There was no other option. And you had to be fine with it, because this was your fault. If you'd handled the situation differently when you were 18, maybe things would be different, but they weren't. There was no conceivable way that Ona would want you.
You must have sat thinking longer than you thought because suddenly the doorbell rang, and you jumped to your feet, masochistically excited to see Ona even if you were sure she was about to break your heart.
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The 2 of you sat on opposite sides of your couch, silently. She'd been crying, you could tell, and she was wearing clothes that were obviously Alexia's. You ignored how good she looked even in a t-shirt and sweatpants that were too big on her. Her hair was up in a messy bun, a few pieces falling free. You were about to speak, to tell her it was alright, you knew what she was here to say, but she beat you to it. Her words surprised you.
"I was hoping maybe you could tell me what happened on my 18th birthday. After I kissed you." Her eyes met yours, and her gaze was curious.
"What makes you think something happened?" You hated how defensive you sounded, but this wasn't where you thought the conversation was heading and you didn't think you wanted to talk about this.
"Well you took off, moved out of your parents house a couple weeks later, and pretty much stopped speaking to me. You wouldn't do that without a reason." Her voice was gentle, as if you were fragile and you were so, so confused. Nothing she was saying made any sense.
"You didn't try to talk to me either, Ona." You said it more bitterly than you intended, and suddenly realized that you were kind of angry. Not really with her, but with yourself. For not allowing yourself to lean on her when everything happened with your parents. You hadn't realized, until that moment, how much you had needed her.
"I'm not proud of that." Your eyes snapped up to hers. "I was hurt, when you ran, but I shouldn't have kissed you. You weren't ready, you weren't comfortable with it yet, it was obvious. I pushed you too far, and I assumed you wanted space, and I was hurt, and then. I don't know. It had been too long."
You were really confused now. Baffled. It sounded like she was telling you that she knew you hadn't left because you didn't want her, but because you weren't ready. This whole time, she had understood you better than you'd really understood yourself. You felt tears welling in your eyes again, and you bit your lip, trying to keep everything in.
Ona scooted closer. "Y/n. Can you tell me what happened when you got home that night?" She knew. Of course she did. She had known your parents well, and they weren't shy about their beliefs. And she'd know that something catastrophic must have happened for you to move out at 18.
You couldn't look at her, staring at the coffee table, watching it get blurrier and blurrier as tears continued to gather. Your voice was barely more than a whisper when you spoke, but it still managed to break on every other word. "I told them. They weren't happy. They told me to leave when I turned 18." You stuck to the facts, the bare minimum.
You felt her grab your hand, but you still couldn't bring yourself to look at her.
"I'm so sorry. Fuck. I'm so sorry for all of it. I shouldn't have kissed you, and I shouldn't have just let you pull yourself away. I knew you felt bad about what happened, and I felt bad about what happened, and I didn't know how to fix it. You needed me, and I wasn't there, and I'm so, so sorry y/n.
The tears were really flowing now. Because how was she sitting her, apologizing. To you. For something that was completely your fault. You looked at her then, your eyes meeting hers. They were filled with apologies, regret. She was crying again, and you couldn't help yourself but reach a hand up and gently wipe a tear away with your thumb.
"Oni, you don't have to be sorry. I shouldn't have left. I loved you and I should have been brave enough to tell you that. And I definitely should have been brave enough to try to fix it after. I was a fucking coward, and you deserved so much better than that, than me."
"No." Her voice was suddenly harsh, and you jumped a little, startled. She softened slightly. "No. You were terrified, I could see it on your face. Please don't talk about yourself like that. You didn't do anything wrong. I always knew you had a tougher time with being gay than I did. You needed more time, and there is nothing wrong with that."
She said it so definitively, like it was a fact, not just what she felt. It was... almost convincing. Taking a deep breath, you tried to let her off the hook, still convinced she didn't want you.
"Well. I'm still sorry. I know I ruined us." She shook her head at that.
"You said you loved me. Past tense." Your eyes dropped again, suddenly interested in the tattoo on her arm. She kept talking, undeterred. "I hope it's not past tense. Because I love you. I loved you then, and I love you now. I never stopped. Alexia told me I needed to get my head out of my ass and just tell you, because she says it's obvious that you love me too."
You looked back up at her in shock for a couple seconds. You sounded broken when you spoke again, lower lip trembling. "I don't understand." And you didn't. You were genuinely perplexed at the idea that Ona loved you.
She moved closer to you, taking your face in between her hands gently, forcing you to meet her eyes. You'd never had someone look at you that way before; like she was consumed with love for you.
"I love you. I want you. I didn't leave because I didn't want you, I left because I was I didn't know how to tell you. I just want to be here, y/n. With you. I want tell you that I love you, that you're a good person, and you deserve good things, until you believe it. If you love me, if you want me. I want to be here." She spoke slowly, making sure you heard every word.
You were still surprised. Still kind of confused. A part of you was starting to believe her though. Her words, the way she looked at you, the gentle feel of her hands cradling your face. It didn't leave much room for doubt. She stared at you, and you realized she was waiting for an answer. As if you would say no.
Surging forward, you pressed your lips against hers, kissing her firmly. You pulled back after a second, and you told her what you'd been dying to say since you were a kid.
"I love you, Ona. So much." You were sobbing at this point, and she sighed in relief at your words, pulling you back into her. You smooshed your face into her neck, holding her tightly. She held you just as tightly. You let yourself feel it all then, and you cried into her for a while. She didn't ever let go, running her hands through your hair and whispering reassurances into your ear.
When you were done crying, she was still there. Wiping away the tears with the sleeve of Alexia's sweatshirt. Ona was looking at you so tenderly, so gently. You leaned forward, pressing another kiss to her lips, just because you could. She smiled against you, pulling you to lay down on top of her. You rested your chin on her chest, looking up at her.
"God we're so stupid." She laughed at that, and the sound made you grin, a bigger smile than you'd felt yourself have in a while.
"The stupidest. If we'd just had one conversation, we could have figured this out years ago." She was smiling down at you, still lightly pushing your hair out of your face. "Thank god Alexia convinced me to come back over here. She was so sure you loved me back, she practically dragged me into the car."
"I wonder how she knew," you mused.
"She says you look at me the way Mapi looks at Ingrid, Marta at Caroline. I knew what she meant, but I never saw it. Not until now." You blushed, realizing that you were staring at her, enamored. "She also said Mapi said something to her about you having feelings for me. I think they've been conspiring together."
Your jaw dropped at that, and you were suddenly sure that they had been. "Oh they absolutely have. We should tell them we aren't getting together just to drive them insane."
"Yes, and we aren't speaking to each other. They'll lose their minds. But first, I have something I need to do." She sat you up, and you looked at her, confused.
"What do you ha-" She cut you off, pulling your face into hers in a decisively dirtier way than you'd been kissing. You met her with equal enthusiasm, wrapping your hands around her body, pulling her sit in your lap. Pulling back after a minute, gasping for air, you responded.
"You're right, I think we're busy for the rest of the morning"
"Maybe the rest of the day"
She pulled you back into her, and you kissed her hungrily, taking your time, because neither of you were running this time.
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Hope you enjoyed :) not sure if we've seen the last of these 2, but let me know if there's anything specific you want to see.
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Somethin' Stupid
Crowley x Human!Reader
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way shape or form a writer, this is just for fun! Not proofread + bad grammar. English is not my first language !!
Also for some reason I wrote this in third person 😭? So if I do end up writing in the future, it won't be in third person 🙏

Crowley and his human had quite the dynamic. Their relationship wasn’t explicitly romantic but it wasn’t explicitly platonic either. They were both extremely fond of each other and they definitely showed it, well it was mostly his human that did the affection showing but he certainly reciprocated it, well as much as he knew how to atleast. They never spoke about the status of their relationship but they both (mostly Crowley actually) believed that it was best not to be spoken of.
They, actually just Crowley, didn’t want to complicate it especially because obviously he was an omnipotent demon, and she was just a mere human.
Crowley had no problem with not addressing the status of their relationship but of course she was curious, she couldn’t help it, it’s a human thing.
It was on a peaceful day when she decided to ask him a seemingly simple question, they were both in Aziraphale’s bookshop, watching over it while he ran some errands.
“My demon?” She hummed quietly to get his attention.
“Yes, human?” He replied simply.
She hesitated a bit before asking her question because she knew Crowley wasn’t exactly too keen on the topic of love “Do demons fall in love?”
“Why do you ask so suddenly?” He grumbled, clearly already uncomfortable with the subject of the question.
“Just curious is all. Whenever I bring up love, you usually bat the topic away.”
“It’s not as simple as it is with you humans.” He sighed in response.
“Have you ever been in love, demon?” She asked all so suddenly.
The question took him aback, she had asked about love before but she had never asked if he’d ever been in love.
He turned away from her instead of giving her a proper answer but once he looked back at her, the curious look in her eyes was unwavering and it was clear that she wasn’t going to drop it until she got a clear-cut answer.
He sighed knowing that he couldn’t avoid her question, “I have, yeah.” He admitted hesitantly.
Her eyes widened slightly at his admission but she always had a hunch that her demon has been in love before, she just didn’t expect that he would ever admit it to anyone, even to her.
“Really? Who?” Her eyes lit up as she asked him excitedly.
Of course she was secretly wishing it was her but she would be happy for him either way because she loved seeing him happy.
“Does it really need saying-?” He mumbled quietly.
She tilted her head in confusion, not knowingly exactly what he meant from what he just said.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” He huffed sheepishly, still avoiding her gaze, the tips of his ears turning a bright shade of pink.
She was still confused for a bit until a wave of realization hit her. It was her. It was her that he was in love with.
“I love you too.”
HELP I DON'T KNOW WHAT POSSESSED ME TO WRITE THIS. I LITERALLY HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN SO LONG BUT I'M KINDA OF INTERESTED IN GETTING BACK INTO IT !!
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This is gonna be a a bit of a controversial take but to me Farcille to me is not very appealing since Falin and Marcille's relationship is a bit too complex to be boxed into a simple ship. There's both gay, platonic and familial implications and I don't think I've seen this type of relationship in media before actually.
In the Anime they really went all in on the yuri domtext- I refuse to call it subtext because its not, in fact sub (jk) but in the manga it's a bit more ambigious. In both media though they're portrayed as close, like way too close just to be friends. I think this might have to do with initial impressions, Marcille treating Falin like a little sister while Falin treats Marcille more like friend.
If you've read the Manga there was an implication that at some point Marcille wanted a younger sibling, but apparently she ended up being the youngest and the last child (if my memory serves correct). When she met Falin, she was a bit shy, tomboy-ish, and seemingly carefree when they met, which can sometimes be perceived as someone being pretty childish. Because of that, in her mind Marcille may have somewhat adopted the idea that Falin is younger than her and such, and then her subconscious childhood desires made her think of Falin as a little sister. I myself is more receptive to receiving or initiating touch with my brothers since I'm comfortable with them, so I can see why they're comfortable being physically close often.
This may also be why she dislikes Toshiro (Shuro) so much, she was particularly defensive of her little sister. I kinda doubt Falin discussed ever wanting to get into a relationship so maybe Marcille wanted to beat back unwanted suitors? At the same time this may just be her being jealous and not wanting to let Falin go, which can be interpreted to be something due to romantic feelings for Falin.
Meanwhile, when Falin met Marcille her impression was that she was a cool academic girl that took interest in her and befriended her. Marcille is most likely her first friend at that point and quickly became her best friend. She clearly admires Marcille and good LORD have you seen that bath house scene?? It was much less yurified in the Manga since Marcille was clearlu tired from using ancient magic and was having delayed reactions but I really dont think that was sisterly in any shape or form, it seems far too intimate. Keep in mind she was the one who initiated the hand locking in the bath house, not Marcille, so that may imply sometjing. So this brings me to my final conclusions.
Marcille probably thinks of Falin like a little sister or at least perceives Falin as someone younger than her that she wants to take care of. At the same time though her relationship with Falin is also hard to define completely by familiar or platonic because Laois is literally there for comparison and their relationships don't seem very similar to me.
On the other hand, Falin most likely sees Marcille as her best friend, someone either her equal or greater in skill or talent. When she has a slightly embarassing problem (like her constant flushed cheeks) she wants help with, she trusted Marcille enough to go straight to her instead of figuring it out herself so that says quite a lot, considering Falin seems to be of the independent type and don't like bothering people. However, there are also some odd vibes regarding her behavior with Marcille that prevents me from also waving Farcille off, so again I hesitate to box their relationship nearly into a single category.
So yeah. No hate to Farcille but I think I'd rather label these two weirdos with "???" instead of just friends, sisters or girlfriends. It feels a bit more accurate that way.
#text#kursed rambles#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#falin touden#marcille donato#farcille#might edit later
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Mary Earps x Reader
Flatmates & Handshakes
Part of the Beth McCarthy mini song series
Friendship Bracelet
I'm not bitter
I'm happy you're happy, it's just
I loved you first
And it's not like it was easy
But we had each other
Now you have another
And I hate it, I hate it
So go ahead and burn my friendship bracelet
Your eyes were locked in, eyebrows furrowed and squinting slightly to assert dominance as you sauntered up to the penalty spot opposite Mary. She had that dirty smirk on her face that she does when she’s trying to intimidate people but that doesn’t work on you - she knew that so you wondered why she’s even trying! You’d been friends for years and became roommates after you both joined Man U but since moving to Barcelona, you’re now on the opposite side of the field. As the ref tried to sort out a ruckus between the players behind, you cemented the spot as yours. Nobody knows you like Mary.. but nobody knows Mary like you either. Endless days of practicing penalties against her probably makes her think she can read you like a book. But you know her tactics too; how she reads body language and positioning, studies every member of a team before a game and has player stats on her water bottle. You noticed she didn’t check it for you though, clearly thinking she had this one in the bag. Since leaving the country for Spain you hadn’t kept in contact at all, she’d unfollowed you on social media and blocked your number. It’s sad but it’s not your fault, she’s the one that ruined the friendship.
From teenagers you’d grown into women together, spending nights holding each other’s hair back over a toilet is where your friendship blossomed after your under 19 games. She was a liability but she was your liability and equally you were hers - always taking it in turns to be the sensible one. As you grew up, both of you realised you wanted to take football more seriously and those nights became few and far between… probably for the best really! Your late nights turned into bleary eyed car rides and sitting on the boot analysing the stars. Sometimes you would catch yourself missing it when you were driving home in the dark by yourself, wondering if she looks at the stars and thinks of you too. Those were the days when days were simple. You had plans to grow old together in the same care home causing havoc everyday but moving in together you soon realised you weren’t compatible as roommates. Well.. it wasn’t Mary that was the problem, she was your platonic soulmate, it was her boyfriend that caused the breakdown in your friendship. Mary’s boyfriend took great offence to the different people you bought home most weekends, he didn’t want Mary around that and for someone who never had a problem with it, she soon took his side over yours. You were young and single, what else was there to do? She used to be like that too until she wanted something better.
You’re not bitter, you just hate the way things were left. It was a huge row fuelled by her boyfriend being home one night when you bought yet another person back to the flat. He lit the spark, making one simple comment then sat back and watched Mary implode; throwing you out along with all of your belongings in the middle of the night. Ripping her friendship bracelet off like you would a wedding ring and throwing it as she slammed the door in your face. Luckily, that’s when Barca approached and just in time to get you out of the WSL and out of the country.
Unfortunately for you though Man U had qualified for the Champion’s League this season which meant playing them and her in the quarter final. There’s nothing you would have loved more than to be benched for this game but you’d really come on leaps and bounds since being at Barca. They’d developed your game into something you could have only dreamed about when you were little and was now a firm starter on the team. Unluckily for Mary, you were their star penalty taker too.
After one misplaced and badly timed tackle caused Geyse to fall to the floor inside the box, a penalty was immediately awarded. The score was currently 1-1 and with not a lot of time left on the clock, this was your time to shine. Mary had the longest clean sheet streak in the WSL and was only a few games away from making women’s football history. You know how much keeping her clean sheet means to her which meant you had to break it. There’s nothing you want more than to rip her streak away from her and rub that smug look off of her face.
You knew she would never expect you to shoot with your left foot, but that’s just one skill you’d picked up in Spain that she didn’t know about yet. Yeah, it’s your weaker foot but it’s your highest chance of getting it past the best goalie in the world - as much as you hated her winning that award, you knew she deserved it. The ref’s whistle hurtled through your ears as you started your run up. Making sure you didn’t give her any inkling of what way you were going until the last possible second. Watching her dive left as you shot right -
GOOOOOAAAAALLLLL!!!!!
Not waiting for the ball to hit the back of the net you ran to the fans, knee sliding into the corner as you were bundled from behind by your teammates. One by one the bodies plucked themselves from you just as they were replaying the goal on the big screen. Looking up to see Mary’s pissed off face projected onto it made you the happiest you’d been in ages, revenge certainly feels sweet!
Confidently taking your time strolling to the middle of the pitch to restart, nothing could wipe the happy little smirk off your face. Touching the ball a few times before the final whistle blew and cementing your team into the championship final. Shaking hands with your old teammates who passed you and chatting to the few who stopped to catch up, you didn’t see Mary approach from behind. Gloved hands grabbed your shoulders and turned your body around to face her, “when did you learn to shoot with your left foot?” her voice sounding annoyed and a little impressed at the same time. “Few months ago, been saving it for a special occasion” you shrugged, not knowing what the reaction would be to your response. “Oh and you thought ruining my streak was a special occasion aih?” her voice animated as she nudged your ribs. “It was the only way I’d get it past the best goalie in the world” a hint of sarcasm in your sentence raised a small one sided smile from your ex best friend. “If anyone was going to ruin it, I’m glad it was you” taking your hand in hers and pulling your chests into each other. Disentangling your limbs you sensed a slight glimmer in both your eyes, wondering if the other remembered your old handshake. A few seconds passed as the situation was assessed by both of you before bursting into amateur dramatics and performing the handshake that was created on your 17th birthday.
Laughing together in the middle of the pitch you stopped suddenly, tilting your head to one side and sighing. “I’ve missed you” taking the first step of admitting the truth about the estranged friendship. Throwing her arm around your shoulders as you walked towards the dugouts, “me too, we’ve got lots to catch up on” Mary smiled disappearing up the tunnel together, loud giggling echoing off the metal walls.
#mary earps#mary earps x reader#england wnt x reader#lionessss x reader#england x reader#man united women#woso one shot#woso x reader#woso masterlist#woso fanfics#woso imagine#Spotify
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Am I the only one who's noticed that Supergirl designs have been booty cheeks up until recently?
Here, just lemme show you.
Her Debut Suit:
This cover was recreated by somebody for those who can't tell. But it's the same cover and this is what I could pull up quickly. So this first suit is fine. Gets the job done. Doesn't feel gratitutious. It's a little safe, little unrefined. But that's what a first suit is for. The idea's out in the world. The cool part about comics is the fact that there's a revolving door of people with ideas to bounce off of yours. Let's have this be our baseline. 5/10
There's an interlude of suits here, but I can't find them all.
Crisis on Infinite Earths Costume
Apparently, Screenrant isn't fond of this suit, but I also trust Screenrant as much as I trust my local politician these days. So screw 'em. I think this design kind of rocks. I like how they clearly tried to evolve her look in a way that's different from Clark's while still having the baseline stay the same. I like how the cape goes into the crest. I'm even kind of a sucker for the stupid headband. My only complaint is the skirt feels a little too high which can cause a lesser artist to sexualize her, but, modern day comics have proven that you can prevent this problem by either making the skirt a litle longer, changing the skirt into those half skirt-half shorts thingies, or having Kara wear spandex beneath it. Overall, an admirable attempt at evolution. 7/10
Post Crisis Supergirl (and all adjacent designs)
I have these designs in order of "hate the most" to "hate the least". I absolutely DESPISE Kara's comic post-crisis look on literally every level. I hate how it feels like a cheerleader outfit. I hate how BLUE it all is. I hate how the outfit feels DESIGNED to be sexualized. It's just a bad look. Not just for her, but for feminist representation in comics as a whole. I have the same complaint for the other two. But Kara's first DCAU suit feels more homemade, which I'm fine with. Her second one has a fine enough color scheme. The skirt isn't frickin BLUE. But overall, it doesn't feel like a superhero design. It feels like the worst person you know in high school wanted to dress slutty to the Halloween party (which there's nothing wrong with that if you dressed up slutty in high school, nobody should've been perving on you anyways) and threw together a slapdash Supergirl outfit. 3/10. Uncreative for people literally PAID to be creative.
New 52 Supergirl:
A step in the right direction, but, not my personal favorite. I get that this suit is supposed to line up with the New 52 super costumes. HOWEVER, I just don't like the New 52 super designs. I just think it's too complicated. I admit this is a personal preference thing, but, I like my superhero designs simple. I believe that you've designed a superhero right when a child can draw one in class with relative ease. This costume is fine, I don't disparage its fans. It's just not for me. 5/10. Objectively not bad, just not for me.
Rebirth Suit:
A much BETTER step in the right direction. It takes all the notes I've given and streamlines it the best it can. It still feels like a CW suit, which is fine, but it's just a note. Can't really change or disparage it for that. I give it the "real solid" award. 7/10.
Woman of Tomorrow MK I:
Perfect. Perfection. No notes. I love the golden trimmings. I don't know if it's Bilquis Everly's design philosophy, but I love how her top is kinda baggy, I love the cape, I love everything about this suit. I love how her belt is kind of like a corset. It's helps to round out the colors well. Just absolutely perfect. 10/10. No notes. Do this.
Woman of Tomorrow MK II:
If you need to "modernize" the costume, then this gets the job done just fine. I'm not ecstatic about it, but I think y'all can tell that's just my preference when it comes to DC designs. I like them simple. I like my Superman to have trunks and look dorky. I like my Supergirl to follow suit. I am really fond of the cape collar. They did something like that in Superman Up in the Sky and I liked it there, too. Overall, solid, but not for me. 8.5/10.
Current Suit:
The epitome of fine. I'm still a believer that jackets are to the 2010's as pouches were to the 90's, but still fine. It's just missing something. Dan Mora typically has the sauce here (and he cooks with her design in World's Finest), but something here isn't clicking for me. 6/10.
Overall, Supergirl's designs didn't really begin to get good until recently. And that makes me sad.
#supergirl#kara danvers#dc comics#supergirl cw#kara zor el#cw supergirl#dc#superman#dan mora#crisis on infinite earths#costume#costuming#graphic design#character design#if y'all want you can show me more and I'll review those#comics is like a century old medium#I'm sure I've missed some
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One thing that annoys me about some people who like to denigrate fix fics in Worm fandom is their insistent belief that like, Amy is unfixable. There's just no stopping her destruction, and like...
That's just not true. I mean, it's true that a long term, permanent solution to the basket of issues that is Amy Dallon is hard. And it's probably the work of years. But if all you're trying to do is prevent her complete breakdown or even more specifically, what she does to Victoria that's... that's easy. (Not by killing her or imprisoning her before even the bank, which a disturbing number of fics seem to endorse and by god those people suck)
Like, you can't actually argue coherently that mind-altering Amy and then Wretching (or even raping, if you want to go with Ward's version of events) was some long-term plan of hers, or something she'd been hoping to do for ages. If she was that level of messed up, she would have done it sooner, and frankly, her power could have let her get away with it pretty easily.
So clearly, pretty intense shit had to happen to make her break in that specific way, from Mark getting the brain damage to Bonesaw showing up, to Bonesaw making her do that specific combination of things, to learning about Marquis to Victoria finding Amy when she ran away to Victoria hugging her - and that's just the mind control!
If you interrupt the days of spiraling while on her own and running, Siberian chasing her and biting off two fingers, Vicky getting Crawler'ed, Amy making a poor decision about how to heal Vicky, Amy spending any prolonged time with Jack Slash ([Broadcast] didn't directly cause Amy's final, horrible actions, *fine*, but Jack is mundanely supposed to be a skilled manipulator and spending time with him is hardly good for someone's mental health) -
All of that happened, all of that had to happen. That's all very doable.
Fixing all of Amy's problems is not simple, yes, definitely a project of years. But arresting her fall? Preventing the specific, horrible act that destroyed the only support she had? Preventing the thing that meant she really could never turn back to anything like what was? All doable. And if you can simply stop the downward spiral, you can set her on a better path too. Again, long-term, not easy, backsliding and regression is possible, but like -
The tragedy of what Amy did to Vicky, and What Amy Went through to get to the point where she was broken enough to do it is that it didn't have to get that way. if it really is unpreventable, if Amy's fall in some form is inevitable, then there's not really any tragedy. The fact that "this could have been prevented, in theory" is at the core of any tragic narrative. Yes, it's often because of the specific natures of the people involved, but the whole point of a fix fic is to change something of the natures, or the people, or something. It's changing one of the elements that ensures the tragedy is a tragedy.
If 'fix-fics' aren't someone's speed, that's fine, though pretty much any fic where events go better than canon is a fix fic, and it's not hard for things to go better than canon, but Amy's fall is not unpreventable. And it annoys me how many in the Worm fandom really think that.
And hell, I'm pretty sure that even in his own antisocial misanthropic nihilistic sort of way, Wildbow probably doesn't think that either. People can't hate her if it was all inevitable, and he's got a lot invested in making sure people hate her at this point. (/s, mostly, to this last paragraph)
#Amy Dallon#Amycourse#Wormblr#Worm#Anti-Wildbow#Ish more including it for sorting purposes like I said /s mostly at the last paragraph
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Human Illustrator Wally x Reader (Part 9) (End)
Sleepover time!!!
TW: Hallucinations, Depression/Anxiety
🐻 The weekend comes quicker than you expected. Wally brought Barnaby and Julie brought Sally Starlet. THE Sally Starlet. You quickly introduce yourself to them, showing them around the house. You mainly just show them simple things, like where the restrooms are, the kitchen, what's available in the fridge and such.
🐻 Sitting in the living room, you all talk about what to do. Julie excitedly says "WW SHOULD DO MAKEOVERS! That is like... NUMBER ONE on ANY sleepover list!" That doesn't really surprise you. What DOES surprise you, however, is Barnaby agreeing. "Yeah! That does sound pretty fun! I've never had a makeover. Most I've gotten was my nails done."
🐻 Next thing you know, you are having your makeup done by Sally Starlet. She excitedly talks to you, saying "It is so lovely to meet you! Oh! Just call me Sally or Sal, by the way. I am not one for formalities. You are going to look even more gorgeous than you already do, by the end of this!"
🐻 You have a lot of fun getting your makeup done. You do notice, however, that Wally looks rather... upset? Anxious? You don't know what he is feeling exactly, but it is clearly not happy... Then, noticing his quick and slightly frantic way of looking around, you grow even more concerned. Barnaby must've noticed it, too, as he gently pulls Wally aside and into another room.
🐻 For the rest of the night, you don't see the two of them, much. It's mostly just you, Julie, and Sally talking about whatever and doing whatever. Not that "whatever" isn't fun. It really is! From pillow fights, singing contests, to board games... You enjoy your first "real" sleepover a lot, actually! It is just that you are a bit worried about Wally.
🐻 "Sal, did you see Eddie and Frank the other day? They were so cute! They were in Howdy's little cafe area on a date. I saw them chattering away through the window in the most cute display of... CUTENESS!" You look over, a bit shocked. "You know Eddie Dear?" Sal gasps, nodding "Of course! He is actually pretty big in our little circle. Julie met him during... what was it? Middle school or high school?" "High school. He was a fish out of water! I helped him out when it came to socialization. He is so nice! Just a bit awkward."
🐻 Somehow, the conversation quickly moves through each member of the friend group. Of course, nobody is spoken badly of. The most is a polite little tease, followed by a barrage of compliments. When it comes to Wally, though, the whole mood shifts.
🐻 "(Y/N)... You know about Wally's... his hallucinations, right?" Sally asks, clearly treading carefully in case you didn't know about them. Julie tenses, as well, most likely having not thought about the possibility of you not knowing about them. "Yeah, he told me about them. I've been supporting him when it comes to that. I work with some kids who hallucinate, too. It isn't a problem." "Oh, thank goodness! He finally got the courage to let someone know early on... None of us see them as a problem... It's just frustrating to see him set himself up for failure in certain ways, especially regarding that."
🐻 Julie laughs "Exactly. In a more perfect world, he probably wouldn't need to tell somebody about them... but with how widely it can change his mood and such, it is good to know early on. Plus, if somebody doesn't like him because of it, like... SOME people... then they don't deserve him. Isn't that right, (Y/N)?" You nod, shrugging your shoulders "Yeah. Plus, people just gotta be prepared. I'm lucky to be rather educated on such topics. Others may not be, so they need that time to get caught up and figure out how best to help when needed..." You then look around "Have any of you seen Wa- I mean... Mr. Darling?"
🐻 They both shake their heads. You decide to go and search for him. Stepping through each room, you look around for either him or Barnaby. It is a lot quicker than you thought, because you find Barnaby sitting outside your room. You smile, asking "Hey, Mr. Beagle, have you seen Mr. Darling?" He looks up to you, nodding. "Yeah. I hope you don't mind, but he felt a bit overwhelmed. So, we found a random room and chatted for a bit. He went to bed early, putting a sleeping bag on the floor. I only really realized that it was your room after he already fell asleep. You can go check on him, if you want."
🐻 You smile "Oh, it's no problem. I was mostly worried that he might be upset or something. I'll go check on him. Sally and Ms. Joyful are in the living room if you want to go join them." After that, you enter your room to check on Wally.
🐻 He's lying in a sleeping bag on the floor, in front of your bed. The room is dark, except for your little night lamp, which projects small stars on the ceiling. Unlike what Barnaby said, though, he clearly isn't asleep. Instead, he is lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. His eyes are wide, full of fright, which clues you in that he might be seeing something that isn't there. You don't want to assume, however, so you sit next to him and begin talking.
🐻 "Hey, are you okay? Barnaby told me you were asleep, but I just wanted to check to be sure." He keeps his eyes trained upwards, but speaks slowly in response. "Home followed me here... Up there." He points to the ceiling directly above his face, continuing "Home is watching me. It's so rare that I see it... but it decided to show itself tonight, of all nights... I'm sorry to be a party pooper... Hahaha."
🐻 You look up to where he is pointing, seeing nothing but the pretty blue, yellow, and red stars above. You ask "You have no reason to be sorry. Can you tell me what Home looks like? I want to understand a bit better, so I can help better. You deserve help." "It's a large window, with a large eye behind it. It is just watching, tonight, not saying a word. The space around is is dark." "Okay."
🐻 You thing for a moment, before lying down on the floor next to him. "You deserve to be happy, you know that... right?" you ask, waiting for him to respond. He doesn't, causing a small pit to grow in your stomach. You continue talking, hoping to distract him and bring up his morale.
🐻 "You deserve to be happy. Actually, you deserve so much more than that. You deserve happiness, peace of mind, to be loved, and to live. Everybody deserves that, which means that you deserve it, too. No matter what Home or anyone or anything else says, you deserve that. No matter what you believe, you deserve that. I don't know if you believe that at the moment, but if you don't, I hope there is a time in your life when you realize that it is true. It took me a while, but I eventually did, and now my life is a little bit better."
🐻 You look back over to him, seeing that he has closed his eyes. You hear him take a deep breath, in and out, before he opens them, again. He turns his head towards you, a small, weak smile on his face.
🐻 "You'll stay by my side through this, right, (Y/N)?" You won't leave, right?" "I would never dream of it, Mr. Darling." "Call me Wally." "Okay. I would never dream of it, Wally." ... "Thank you."
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revisited some parts of deh i hadn't in a while via obc boots, mostly kicked off by audio of an aus tour show, & it's like now hang on lol reevaluating the whole of heidi's material / that arc like i have been too generous what in the....kind of worked backwards from good for you b/c for that song i've Been like sympathetic re: alana & jared's sections while like Shrug at heidi like i'm on evan's side there really. but the whole thing is like, sympathy for heidi's feelings aside, i'm on evan's side b/c like yeah heidi has feelings & insecurities too but it's not the same peer to peer like fellow unpopular couple of students as parent to child & i'm looking at it all like The Whole Thread is heidi's insecurities as A Mother & the demand is on evan all the time to not just Not cause her insecurity but also assuage ones that have nothing to do with him, e.g. what's he supposed to say about digs at his dad's wife
& like really going over that First Scene i.e. opening scene post evan's soliloquy i.e. anybody have a map it's like. sure only increasingly like Oh Boy when evan not being able to order pizza despite the online option is met with the "you Need to be able to order dinner for yourself" ft. that he should be "too old for this" (disability....grow up) (not a direct quote but rather yknow the "you're a senior in high school, evan" intro) & nothing about like, support or alternatives, certainly nothing about it being Okay that he couldn't. just that he Has to do this thing this way (why. or else what.) & also just the simple fact that evan has been honest about "something wrong with him" / something he did that he figures she wouldn't like & gotten this wholly negative response about that just being Unacceptable to hear, regardless of the "positive" pivot like you can do it re: school, just must not be Trying enough, just must be evan's own attitude or something else about him, the letters had better help....& all this revisiting inspired by beau woodbridge evan's delivery after heidi says the line about Her Not Wanting To Hear (framed about Her Feelings if evan were to Tell her about this) about evan having no friends, & like the delivery of "neither do i??" like a sort of nonplussed indignation that is a kind of "how do you think *i* feel about it??" like no yeah what about evan's feelings about him dealing with his problems here, the one not having dinner, not having friends, not Not having anxiety, etc. like obviously heidi like every person ever has feelings & problems too but it's that the parent's problems are supposed to be Made Up For by the child somehow, while evan's problems are framed as Being A Problem for his mom, how she feels about Knowing about it, try harder please okay evan....but cue, yknow, how she resents evan feeling any responsibility for Her Problems in gfy yknow not insofar as she's been embarrassed to tell him like "yeah money is a problem" when it's been about pushing him to get scholarships but rather when the murphys know (maybe just via evan implying they're Not Rich to zoe after zoe is like ah, to be poor....) that heidi will need Financial Support for college for evan & then heidi like i'm not That poor & to take money would be wrong (always the reminder heidi does not know everything re: evan & connor isn't true either)
which, that last part of her dinner at the murphys pre gfy was really this time hitting like ://// whew okay. all of it always grating lmao but like, "i don't want evan to get the idea etc" like ma'am he's sitting right here? he's seventeen? can't just Declare the ideas evan will or won't absorb even though like yeah also clearly it's about her pride as A Good Mom being wounded & just putting it on evan by expressing it that way like no i have to be A Good Mom via my example, is why i must decline....& like i'm sure it can all be softened depending on how heidi is played but still like, this is about her Full Story / Material, & just what is written lol like even if she was more [pensive emoji single tear] in delivery or something, vs watching the obc like full anger & contempt by this point & i'm like yeah this Shouldn't be familiar if the excuse of like "well heidi is messing up in this Special Occasion, an outlier" really went that far. or was actually out of line w/how she acts other times. or how this all resolves. but heidi storming out While lashing out at evan / blaming him like my god lmfaooo & like. speaking of "do you think the murphy parents did read between the lines & think evan & connor are secret gay high school lovers" like gee evan having no problem moving in to the murphy household, keeping secrets from his mom like his ostensible epic friendship w/connor, not talking aobut her or really trying on his own to involve her, being fairly alarmed when Surprise Dinner With Your Mom, heidi acting like That??? like "do you think the murphy parents read between the lines to think evan is abused by his parent" i mean like lol lmfaooo on both points like heternormativity? the normativity of abuse & parents Owning their child as well? in the murphy household? but you know. of course no deh is not supposed to be about that but i'm like, uh oh, whole time i was like "well my own perspective based on what i learned from personal experience & then learned About such experiences isn't that relevant at least to heidi b/c it's supposed to be that she's Not Like That at the end of the day" but i'm like is it in effect though lol, is it really that different In Essence if not also like "yep the way heidi acts is just directly familiar sometimes. maybe often. or always" difference in degree like. plus just that how often is whatever particular lens/perspective like Useless to apply
anyway & that fight in the leadup to gfy is wild & just like further illuminating re: how the whole time, from the first scene, it's like okay to heidi what's most important in her motivations is Her Insecurity about how anything about evan supposedly reflects on her being a mom, like. again that heidi has no idea everything about evan & connor isn't true & she's just going sicko mode at evan b/c the murphys Aren't His Family, yknow, She is, & that entitlement that's supposed to come with it, evan can't have these other adults acting Parently towards him re: money & housing & dinners & feeling fond of him or anything, all circumventing her status as His Mother....the whole "sorry i can't give you more than that, shit" "well it's not my fault other people can" like yeah sorry about your feelings heidi, yeah it's not "nice" of evan to say that but i'm not like yes evan must never even think things that aren't nice(tm) much less say them, that again like even if we sympathize w/heidi there b/c obviously yeah she'd be hurt & feel insecure. even if we suppose that was mean of evan. i'm like well yeah he's right. just setting aside the apparent universal desire for a life as closely approximating the brady bunch as possible, it's like hey yeah look evan's been getting dinners this way, re: him not ordering a pizza at the start of a show. turning out to be less important like "well at least you've been eating, good" than evan not doing so through the Proper efforts to Become Normal(tm) & of course that like. coming from another mom staying home making him food is unacceptable b/c she imagines this is supplanting her / making her the Bad Mom vs this Good Mom & then taking it out on evan to make her feel Good Enough(tm) like truly just the usual fallback refrain of "ohh sorry i'm not perfect / have feelings / have problems" which is true for everyone ever but yknow evan is the one having to Defend his feelings & problems & imperfections against the fallout of "failing" to be "responsible" for mitigating or fulfilling heidi's & she's the one who can break out "i'm your mother" whereas evan's less overtly declared "i'm your son" about her potentially failing Him is what gets met with more contempt & "ohh sorry i'm not perfect & have feelings & problems" & her starting off Good For You. great
& like the way All That illustrates, like the way evan getting dinner now through a different now available avenue is, to heidi, more about her own feelings than about [evan gets dinner now], like just that expanded to how it's not Okay that evan's problems seem to be getting better / he's getting more support / he's doing better or anything as soon as heidi becomes insecure about her not having the role she wants in it. the entire thread about her being bothered about evan not telling her things, lying about things, hiding things, like yeah evident that she Is worried about him but same as she's evidently worried about him in the first scene, when, again, we Did see him share something honestly with her & she was like "UGH evan jeez i Hate that you told me this" & then her input is to tell him to Get Good, yknow, must be his own failures, get on that. gosh why would he keep anything from her. & then yknow we have that line later on, evan like you don't know me & heidi like "i thought i did" (contempt again) & like the main issue of this not being like "oh no if i Don't know him or about his problems then i'm not supporting him like i thought i was / he's not getting the support Overall i thought he was" but rather like i can't believe evan is doing this to me / her insecurities & evan's "responsibility" for them, again, rather than yknow. evan's wellbeing regardless of her personal feelings? & we're ready for resolution after heidi inadvertently reads his diary to realize he was that sad & it's like. even if he wasn't That Sad like none of that response was okay. at any point lol like it's still the issue of her dynamic with him where evan is In Charge Of how heidi feels & that obviously she can act on this in the ways she can & what can evan do about anything but avoid her / not share things / idk indeed move in with this other family lol, sorry about the pretenses (also obviously like. murphy parents not doing that much better. certainly larry like, are you kidding? never changes his mind that all connor's problems were connor's fault & Failings & now his reaction to it is about facing any insecurity & Rejecting It as no i'm always right & just have to hold out forever. vs that zoe is also bearing the brunt of being Trapped In The Family(tm) but cynthia dares to be like "no, i feel like i failed my dead son" & "no, i don't feel someone 'has to be the bad guy' who tramples boundaries")
like speaking of boundaries. ppl having always pointed out "uh oh, heidi's not good with those" or the point like "in gfy heidi's also mad about the rejection by her ex-husband & just putting that over her fight w/evan" like not beating the [parent making their child the one in charge of them & their feelings & actions] allegations.......
& you know, the resolution like "ohh you were sadder than i knew" like okay Now that matters instead of heidi Just being insecure that he wasn't sharing this with her already, thus the important part being how that makes her feel like a bad mom vs like, how evan is actually doing & her actual role in this beyond what makes her feel best, personally? or that like oh i'm Not going to not be here, physically, in this house....like okay. but what about the actual dynamic you have while around him & you will always be around him, b/c like, has that changed from the start. how is heidi going to offer support re: evan Feeling Like This that's different from "you Need to order pizza and Need to get your cast signed, Just Do It" or that b/c she doesn't want to hear otherwise like well then of course evan won't tell her, or maybe a therapist if that's not confidential, or other people if it'll get back to his mom, or the internet if that'll get back to his mom which i guess it will. is evan gonna be not in charge of her feelings anymore. i'm just like yeah evan find yourself in college sure get outta there idk if you're even rude along the way. & obv shoot larry into the sun
#deh#just roasting heidi here really but i was like now hang on fr lol. simmering >:/ now revisited like. jeez#also sure realizing the Whole Other Thread like that a whole key way of interpreting zoe so anything makes sense is like#i'm going ''oh no zoe can't express having negative emotions with her parents either b/c disinterest / That's Not Helpful''#or then potentially even at school b/c she's supposed to be properly mourning or whatever#then having that moment with evan being ''rude'' & zoe like oh finally :) negative emotions expressed from you too#& i'm like yeah sounds like a great way for them to bond. except then that goes away & Only Us going i love our Positive Feelings Onlyness#realizing when zoe is talking about ''we're not the brady bunch'' like oh but she was supposed to wish they Were#not that my feeling bad & not having support is being trampled & needs unmet; it's that i wish i only had good feelings?#like sure i Guess the latter can be felt at all or a lot but it just overwrites the former being at all relevant like okay#& then that i suppose the same is going on with evan. i feel bad & i'm not supported & i can't even express this#but what really matters is i wish things were perfect anyway such that this would only be Irrelevant; forget things changing really#like if it's not Well Isn't This Nice enough to have a Positive heart to heart & embrace with your mom on the couch; guess you're screwed#should've never written that text post now i'm at three in the afternoon
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