#anyway the text is ready but i need to edit the hell out of it

[casual-eumetazoa]

oops accidentally wrote a super vulnerable 12k words long video essay script about horror and disability! when will it be out? hell if i know, stay tuned

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Camera Caught- Matt Sturniolo

Summary: you accidentally left some hickeys on matt’s neck and the fans catch it, start making edits, and matt “punishes” you

Warnings: SMUT, degradation, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (female receiving), P in V, Unprotected sex, praising, slight crying.

A/N: I LOVE YOU ALL ENJOYY

PSA: I GIVE NO RIGHTS TO COPY MY WORK OR USE MY WORK FOR “INSPIRATION”

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Matt and I’s relationship has been very very private, we've been trying to keep it that way till we both collectively agreed to go public. Matt was down in the garage filming for a Friday video and I was endlessly scrolling on TikTok, I came across this edit of Matt, I didn't think much of it till i saw the comments.

Mattscupsupremacy: THE HICKEY?! WHO IS SHE?? MATTS A FREAKY GAL

Chrissypoohmylover: UHM MATTHEW?? what a freaky man.. she’s one lucky girl to be getting that fire dick

Nickismyqueen: WHY IS NO ONE POINTING OUT THE FACT HES NOT EVEN TRYING TO COVER IT UP??

Yamother6629: we lost another one girls… Funeral at my place at 6 pm tmr 😔💔

Thefourthtriplet5239: MATT SEEMED SO VANILLA.. who would ever guess that man is kinky?

“No no no” I say panicking out loud and immediately jumping out of bed and running through the house and busting the door open to the garage where Nick, Matt, and Chris are barging into the garage which sends the boys into an immediate panic

“Okay so you can edit this out of the video but it's an emergency,” I say out of breath.

“Girl go the fuck on, you said it’s an emergency, spill let’s go” Nick says snapping his fingers.

“Okay, patience, so I was scrolling through TikTok like normally waiting for you guys to finish filming and I scroll across this Matt edit,” I say trying to find the edit on my phone.

“Y/N how many times do I have to tell you to stop watching edits of me, I'm right here no need to fangirl over me,” Matt says with a sense of cockyness in his voice.

“No no hold on it gets better, so I scroll through the comments cause you know it's funny watching as the 12-year-olds talk about you being their ‘baby’-” start before Chris cut me off

“GET TO THE FUCKING POINT YAPPER,” Chris says throwing his hands in the air

“Says the one who goes on about putting a literal tit milk-drinking infant in the backseat of a car with no car seat. So let's not talk about her yapping” nick defends.

“ANYWAYS, Matt you forgot to cover your hickeys from the other night and everyone knows about it now, cause when you moved out of frame your hoodie must have come down, and there are edits and people calling you ‘vanilla’ whatever the hell that means, and like everyone is wondering who the girl is and I'm like panicking now,” I say with panic in my voice “I know you weren't ready to go public but everyone is like freaking the fuck out” I continue.

“Fuck, I thought the hoodie was a good cover” matt sighs “look its fine well figure it out after I'm done filming just go back inside and calm the hell down” he gives me a quick peck on my forehead and shutting the door of the car.

A couple of minutes later I got a text from matt, normally he does send me the occasional ‘i love you, almost done filming’ message but this one was a little different.

Matty B Rapz 💍

you’re in big trouble for getting us caught

i hope you ain’t tired cause you’re in for a long night

This wasn't out of the normal for Matt to be rough with me but over text? This is new, but I love it. I could feel myself getting soaked at all the possible ways Matt could fuck me, all the positions, thinking of all the ways in which he could make me cum.

After an hour and a half of endless scrolling through TikTok, I can hear the footsteps of Matt through the hallway.

“Hi baby, how was filming?” I say as he walks in the door immediately shutting it and locking it.

“Don't ‘baby’ me, strip,” he says harshly as his eyes darken with lust.

A smirk appeared on my lips, and moved off the bed walking towards him as I placed my phone down on the bedside table and slowly and teasingly removed my pants and shirt leaving me in my light pink lingerie set that I knew drove him insane, the way it hugged my curves, pushed my Brests up with a small delicate flower in the middle, and my underwear that sat and hung onto my hips with another small flower in the middle of it.

“So fucking sexy,” Matt says under his breath causing a light shade of pink to appear on my cheeks.

Matt wraps his arms around my torso and unclips my bra letting my breasts fall and the straps of my bra fall off my arms. He lightly pushes me back so I'm sitting on our shared bed as he places a deep and passionate kiss on my lips.

I yearn for more of his lips but he pulls away from me and starts trailing light kisses down my jaw and to my neck and sucking harshly on my neck so we have matching marks on my neck and soft moans escaping my lips.

“Since you had to go and get us caught,” he starts before sucking harsher in my neck in a pattern this time. “Everyone's gonna know who you belong to now” he pulls away walking back a couple of steps to admire the marks he left on my neck.

‘M’

His initial was spelled out on my neck.

“And you're not gonna cover that up. Got it?” he spits walking towards me and wrapping his hand around my neck.

“Yes, Matt” I whisper out

“Good fucking girl” he removes his hand from my neck and pushes me down so my back is now on the bed flat.

He lowers his body down, basically on his knees, and he leaves kisses down my stomach before kissing over my clothed pussy and a soft whimper comes out of my lips.

Using his teeth he guides my underwear off my legs and throws them on the floor with a smirk plastered on his face.

His face between my legs was always a sight for sore eyes, never failed to turn me on the way his blue eyes always stared at me through his eyelashes. He places small kisses around my thighs eventually making his way down to my dripping pussy and placing kisses everywhere around it but where I need him the most.

“Matt, please” I plead.

“What are you begging for? Use that filthy mouth of yours and tell me what you want” he says harshly.

“I need your mouth, please” i whine.

He smirks and uses his tongue to move up and down my folds collecting my juices he lets out a groan as the taste of my pussy touches his tongue. His lips attach to my clit sucking harshly on it.

“FUCK MATT” My back arches and my eyes roll back basically seeing my brain.

His tongue explores every inch of me as he keeps a steady gaze on me and how my body reacts to his mouth. His fingers trail into my begging hole that's clenched around the air begging to be fulfilled curling his slim fingers upward reaching a spot I could never reach by myself.

“MATT” I scream out as My thighs close his head in.

“Legs stay open” he mutters through my pussy.

His fingers now moving at a pace that's driving me absolutely insane, his muted moans against my pussy is only turning me on more.

“close” i breathe out trying not to strain my voice.

“hold it,” he says muttering against me as his nose flicks my clit digging his face deeper into my pussy. He was almost moaning as much as I was, typically he didn't even care if he cums, he gets off at watching me come unglued from his mouth or fingers.

“Please” I repeat pleading with matt.

“No, you're gonna hold it and you're gonna show me how much of a good girl you can be” he lifts his head continuing his pace with his fingers.

His gaze never left me, the way my back arched off the bed and my eyes rolled back just at his fingers was always so amusing to him.

“You always look so beautiful wrapped around my fingers,” he says smirking down at me and taking his lower lip between his teeth as he continues to arch his fingers inside me.

“PL-PLEA- CUM” i mutter unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Go ahead baby, let it all out” he coos in my ear in a low raspy voice.

The knot in my stomach snaps, and my orgasm hits me like a bus, my legs shake as my cum drips down into his fingers. he removes his fingers licking off my cum from them.

“Face down ass up, I ain't done with you” he says sternly.

I slowly nod turning around and holding myself up by my elbows taunting my ass around in the air. Matt smirks to himself removes his hoodie, and quickly removes his boxers and pants throwing all his clothes somewhere in the room.

I feel the bed dip down from the weight of his knees behind me. He reaches his arm around to my mouth places his hand below my mouth.

“Spit” he says harshly.

I obey spitting in his hand as he uses my spit to rub around the tip of his cock moving his hand up and down to coat his cock.

Matt aligns himself with my entrance and immediately bottoms out letting a loud groan escape his lips as my hips jerk backward and a loud whine leaks from my lips.

“You think you're so fucking innocent huh? Leaving those fucking hickeys on my neck” he spits thrusting harshly into me gripping onto my hair and pushing my head far into the mattress.

“I-im SO-SORRY” I scream into the mattress.

“Oh, you're sorry? If you were sorry you wouldn't be creaming all over my fucking. dick.” he says thirsting harder to annunciate his last two words as his head hangs low to look down at the white rim that's formed around the base of his cock.

“FUCKK” I whine out with tears starting to form in my eyes from the overstimulation. “CANT- CANT-TAKE” I muffle out as his hand pushes my head farther in the bed.

“You wanted this” he grunts “You take it” his hand travels down my body and starts to toy with my sensitive clit.

“OH BABY-” i scream out as my cervix begins to twitch around his cock signaling how close I was.

“Oh you think you're gonna cum soon?” he taunts rubbing faster on my clit as his thrusts begin getting sloppier.

“Pl-pl-please” I whisper yell to him.

“You're so fucking pathetic” he groans out using both hands and pressing my waist down the bed and rolling his hips into me getting deeper and kissing my cervix with his cock.

My legs began to shake and tremble “CLOSE” i choke out. his grip on my waist loosens up as he leans down and kisses my back.

“let it go, baby, let it all out” With that, the knot in my stomach breaks and I squirt all over the bed leaving a wet mess beneath me. “God damn baby you're so fucking sexy” he leaves small kisses on my neck as his thrusts got even sloppier.

“Oh fuck” he buries his head in my neck and groans as his cum begins to shoot out of him filling my hole of his cum.

He softly pulls out of me rolling me over now laying on my back and gives me a soft peck on the lips.

“Let me clean you up, yeah?” he smiles down at me and I shoot him a small smile back.

He throws on the same pair of sweatpants from earlier and walks softly and carefully to the bathroom wetting a small rag and bringing it back into the room.

“You did amazing, Y/N” he smiles up at me as he carefully runs the warm wash rag down my legs and anywhere else that was covered in cum.

“I am sorry about getting us caught, I know that we didn't want to go public just yet” I softly whisper as he makes his way next to me bringing me into his arms and placing a kiss down on my head.

“Hey, don't worry about it. We'll figure it out in the morning. But for now, just get some sleep," he says, running his fingers through my hair and occasionally kissing my head. We eventually drifted asleep, intertwined with each other.

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A/N PT 2 HI LOVES!! IDK how to feel ab this one but i hope you guys enjoyed it! I hope you're doing amazing!! And have an amazing day/night/evening!!

Xoxo

Gabs 💋

[fbfh]

would you ever write for logan huntzberger!!<3

HELL MOTHERFUCKIN YEAH BITCH!!!!!!!! okay I have a oneshot planned for this but it's not gonna be an immediate thing so don't hold your breath for that but ANYWAY

one thing Logan will absolutley not stand for is you sleep depriving yourself. not if you actually have trouble sleeping bc that's different but when it's voluntairy?? when you push yourself to stay up late and get up early?? god help you. god help Logan tbh. he tried to be chill about it, he really did. but after one of your many, many sleepovers with Logan, you forgot to shut one of your phone alarms off. you tried to turn it off before he woke up, and you thought you'd succeeded. Logan still slept peacefully next to you, lying on his back with one arm wrapped around you and one resting over his face. you knew you should go back to sleep, it's early and he kept you up so late last night, but the sight of your unending notifications is too much to resist. you're just going to check your work email really quick. and maybe your texts, just in case there was an emergency or something. and maybe start proof reading that doccument you need to get ready. you reach over, careful not to wake Logan, and grab the bluetooth keyboard you keep in your bag. it might seem overkill to some, but the sooner you edit this doccument, the sooner you can move on to the next- uh, go to bed. totally. that's totally your plan. Logan, however, is not asleep. he watches you out of one eye, keeping the other shut. after a few minutes, you really show no signs of stopping. knowing that you have all your stuff set to autosave and backed up to a cloud, he reaches over, picking up your keyboard.

"Nope." his voice is groggy with sleep as he sets it on his night table. "Too early for that."

the way you blush when you realize he's up is so cute he's tempted to... keep you up again. instead he grabs your phone as you sputter out a protests, unable to avoid a flustered giggle at how protective he is over you, over your time and your health, at how he helps you enforce your boundaries.

"It's too early, ace."

his voice is more affectionate this time as he turns on do not disturb, then sets your phone on his night table.

"but- what if there's, like, an emergency or something?" you ask, and it sounds flimsy even to you. he pulls you effortlessly into him, adjusting the blankets the way he knows you like.

"a work emergency?" he asks, and you nod. he smiles a little, blinking with sleep as he settles you down. he presses a kiss to your nose before responding. "they'll call me."

you seem unsatisfied with this answer, but he feels you relax into him, feels your breathing slow down.

"and I'll tell you all about it, first thing."

you can't complain at that, and he punctuates his point with a kiss to your forehead. as if there was any doubt that Logan always has your back, especially regarding how much sleep you get, the last thing you hear before you drift off again is his voice, somehow sleepy and firm and full of love all at once.

"get some sleep, ace."

[traegorn]

I need to stop doing this to myself.

(A Rant Where Trae Has Written Too Many Books This Month)

So since most of you started following me because of Witchcraft or podcast stuff, I realize a lot of you don't know how much fiction writing I do.

Primarily what I've published are comics. The big one is UnCONventional (which ran from December of 2009 to December of 2019), but I also did a steampunk comic called The Chronicles of Crosarth (which I put on hiatus in like 2018 intending to come back to... but I haven't, and I make no guarantee that I will even though over 650 of the 800 planned pages are done). Crosarth is... fine? The art isn't great in either of these, but UnCONventional carries itself with the humor.

But that's all old stuff. You may be like "Trae, what have you been producing for the last four years," and the answer is "not a lot." I got major creative block with the pandemic. Peregrine Lake, the "Northwoods Gothic" comic I was supposed to launch in 2020 (which has some characters from UnCONventional in it) didn't materialize when I said it would. What storytelling energy I had went into Stormwood & Associates and The Meatgrinder (my two actual play podcasts), but that was it.

And then 2023 happened, and the juices started flowing again.

Peregrine Lake is moving forward -- but with me just doing the writing. My urge to draw has not returned, but my urge to write has. A friend of mine, Ethan Flanagan, is drawing it, and I've written the first year of comics. It likely won't launch any time soon (the artist I'm working with is busy as hell so we want to get a shit-ton of the comic done before we launch it -- we have like the first month and a half of the comic ready?). But yeah -- it's happening. I hoping for Spring, but we'll see.

The other thing though is that I've started writing, like, novels. I've always had like twenty ideas in my head, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I decided to start with the idea I cared the least about (in case I fucked it up): A queer urban fantasy story.

In the last month and a half I've written complete drafts of two different novels in this setting, and am halfway through another one... and have another one outlined.

I, uh, had some ideas.

If you're asking yourself "Hey Trae -- what the fuck? That's a lot" you need to know a few things that aren't obvious. At one point in college, in 72 hours, I produced over 40 pages of text between three research papers. All were for 300 level courses, and I may have disassociated while writing them because I frankly don't remember most of it. But, like, they were decent papers.

One of those papers is in Google Scholar.

Anyway, yeah. I haven't been sleeping great because I've been obsessively writing, but you might ask "Why didn't you just write one and get it ready to publish?" That's a great question. Because I wrote a book, and when I was 3/4 of the way through it I realized something very important: This book would make a great sequel to a book I haven't written. I've been writing book two in a series where I haven't written book one yet.

Well fuck.

So I finished that draft, and I went and wrote book one. Now that book? That book I'm getting ready to publish. I expect to have it out in January. Part of my editing process involves setting what I think is a completed, good, revised draft down for a couple of weeks and then returning to it with fresh eyes. We're in that waiting period right now.

But I still had a bunch of energy.

So the first thing I did was a revising draft on book two (the one I wrote first), but I finished that. And had more energy. And more stories in this setting kept popping up.

So I started a third book. And I'm halfway through the first draft of that book. But then I realized yesterday... shit, this isn't book three.

This is book four.

I need stuff to happen before we get to this story.

So now I've outlined the actual book three, and am working on literally both of these books at once (I'll take a break for Christmas and then go do a final edit on Book One).

And... I'm just like... why am I like this?

I need to stop myself for a few days and get more sleep.

[greatwyrmgold]

A lot of stories with nonverbal characters will give them some sort of character arc about gaining the "courage" or whatever to speak. Sometimes this is an explicit goal of the character or their friends, sometimes it just happens over time. Either way, it's annoying at best. (See this post about Komi-san Can't Communicate for more information.)

I'm pretty sure Shizuka Yoshimoto from The 100 Girlfriends Who Really [...] Really Love You won't do that. Her introductory episode ends with Rentaro finding a text-to-speech app that she can use to communicate, which is a lot more convenient than her previous method of nonverbal communication (flipping to a relevant passage in her favorite novel and pointing to it).

Shizuka getting a better tool for communication isn't a problem, of course. But I'm not sure how to feel about the series's use of that tool. It's basically just used as an excuse for Shizuka to talk like any of the other girls, with basically no problems.

No conversation ever moves past her while she's trying to respond; It only takes her a fraction of a second to select whatever text she wants to say, and everyone follows the script. She never has anyone talk over her on accident, not even Karane, who rarely uses her indoor voice. She always has her phone out, TTS app at the ready. The limitations of the app never impede her ability to communicate clearly. And so on. Hell, in the episode I paused to write this rant, she takes her phone to the pool, so that conversations involving her don't have any unwanted friction.

I'm not saying that Shizuka should be socially paralyzed by the limitations of her accessibility device. But it didn't have to write those limitations away, either. Komi-san's titular character has to pull out her notebook and write with it to communicate, which is sometimes inconvenient or faces difficulty (e.g. if she can't find a pen)...well, until she just talks all the time. Anyways, Shizuka doesn't even need to do that much.

Aside from being a bit more realistic, that little extra bit of friction makes her friends putting up with it mean something. It can be inconvenient for Komi's friends, but they put up with it because they are her friends. Intentional or not, it kinda feels like Rentaro's girlfriends put up with Shizuka because talking with her is never inconvenient, because Rentaro found that app for her to use. And that is just...depressing.

100 [...] Love You doesn't tie Shizuka's character development to her ability to speak out loud, either causatively or symbolically, and that's good. But it also just erases any obstacles her disability might give her, and I don't think that's good.

EDIT: Probably should have added this while it was in the queue, but by the end of that episode, Shizuka's phone ran out of batteries when she was trying to call for help, a problem which was solved by Shizuka vocally crying for help. One step forward, one step back.

[nokingsonlyfooles]

The menus don't work, the menus don't work, the menus DON'T WORK...

OK, my few readers. I took a break, I went back to fix the navigation, it's unfixable as-written.

I need some complex stuff in places, I was willing to forgive WP for putting out a new site editing interface that barely works - as long as it has the basic features someone would use on a storefront. I'm an outlier. I know this.

BUT IT IS NO LONGER POSSIBLE TO CREATE A MENU WITH A WORKING SUB-MENU IN IT. IF YOU TRY, THE SUB-MENU LINKS ARE UNCLICKABLE.

I am using their site editor and their 2024 theme, I should say.

I crossed my fingers and looked for the (now liable to vanish from anything more complicated than a paragraph) "edit as html" option. Nope! It's gone! I can't fix it. I would have to hack the interface somehow to fix this for WordPress, within WordPress.

I had to go looking for plugins. I HAD TO GO LOOKING FOR 3RD PARTY SOFTWARE TO GET A FUNCTIONAL MENU. And, of course, they paywall features I need. I found a "floating" menu that actually does work well enough (it's a little cramped on mobile unless you put the screen in landscape mode, but at this point you should really do that anyway, I can only format so much) but the sub-menu function is paywalled. And I'm actually fucking tempted to buy (haha, I mean "rent") it. Because the damn thing works in dark mode and across devices. And it sticks to the side in a fairly unobtrusive way, which WP's menu will not. It won't stick anywhere. And it sure as hell won't do that thing where you scroll up and it plops down for your convenience.

But if I use that floating menu without sub-menus, it's gonna get longer, and longer, and longer, until it doesn't fit on your mobile screen anymore, or potentially your tablet or desktop, and then I dunno what happens. Also, in order to keep it small, everything is a cryptic icon that displays a title when you tap it (on mobile) or hover over it (on desktop). That's kinda counterintuitive, I don't know if I want my one working menu to be like that.

I might keep looking and find another plugin that also works that well but... it's not likely. Or, if I do, I may run into another paywall. They gotta get their rent somehow!

This is a stupid problem and so far I am unable to come with with a non-stupid solution. I can:

Put all the links in the header menu, and you'll have to scroll through EVERYTHING to find the actual content every time.

Put all the links in the content area, in different places and different combinations depending on the page. (And this would mean doing some reformatting on every instalment AGAIN.)

Start fucking around with the sidebar - I don't know if it works and I'd have to rip up every template I've already made to add it.

Put all the links in the footer menu, and nobody will notice them.

Put all the links in the floating menu (see above for the issues with that).

Make sub-pages for Misc/Notes and similar that are just lists of links and serve the function of a sub-menu.

Actually put the content on the sub-page and have it navigable via anchors (this seems like it would be a bitch to load, but most of my content is just text).

Make a list of links that isn't actually tagged as a menu, thus losing the collapsible function for small screens.

Kill God.

That last one is probably the most doable but I feel like someone would get mad at me. Like, Hazbin Hotel finally got its first season on Amazon, and if God dies they might have to rewrite some shit.

If I don't lay out the money for the cryptic icon menu, we're probably going to end up with three or four accordions that are not technically menus at the top of every page. And I'll hafta check back every once in a while to see if WP fixed their shit yet.

If they don't stick with that site editor and make it useable, all this work is going to vanish like chalk marks in the rain.

I WANTED to put up another six-pack in February. I have it ready to go! But the site doesn't work. If I can't fix it this week, I won't even be able to put things up without illustrations. And forget having time to fill in the missing artwork. I got enough to do trying to kill God!

[juney-blues]

ever since i made THIS POST a lot of people have been asking for a tutorial, even though in pretty much all of the screenshots i included the specific part of inspect element showing exactly what i edited.

so buckle the fuck up I guess because the tumblr userbase want to find out how to make html pages unusable and who am I to deny you.

get ready for Baby's First HTML and CSS tutorial lmao

ok so first things first we need to go over BASIC HTML

html is made up of these things called "tags" which specify certain parts of the web page, such as

HEADERS (<h1> through <h6> in terms of importance)

PARAGRAPHS (<p>paragraph here</p>)

LINKS (<a href="linkhere"></a>)

BOLDED SECTIONS OF TEXT(<b>bold here</b>)

and a bunch of other stuff,

by default however, specifying all of this just gives us a plain white page with plain black text of varying sizes

that's of course, no fucking good, and sucks shit, so the arbiters of html decided to let us STYLE certain elements, by adding a STYLE parameter to the tag

this can change any number of elements about how things are formatted.

text colour, page colour, font, size, spacing between elements, text alignment, you name it? you can change it!

you might've noticed that, certain elements are nested in other elements

and that any changes that apply to one element, apply to everything included under that element!

how convenient!

anyway this method of styling things by adding a style=" " to their tags is called "in-line style"

i think because the "style" goes "in" the "line"

it's generally ALSO a pain in the ass to style an entire website like this and should be exclusively reserved for small changes that you only want to apply to specific parts of the page.

for any real change in style you want to create a <style> section in your page's header!

this can be used to make changes to how all elements of a type in your page are displayed

or even add new elements with whatever wacky styling you want that can be used with the <div> tag!

wow! isn't css just dandy!

and hell you can even use External CSS™ if you're making multiple pages and want them all to have a consistent theme, by pointing to a .CSS file (which is basically just a <style> header without the <style> tags lmao

ok this is all well and good and very interesting if, say, you're making your own website

*cough*neocities*cough*itsreallycoolandfree*cough*

but you came here because you want to FUCK UP A WEBSITE and make it look STUPID!!

so this is where the transform css property comes in~

you can read up on it HERE if you want the details but basically it allows you to apply mathematical transformations to any html element you want,

all of these fun bastards,

they can be really useful if you're doing some complicated stupid bullshit like me

OR for having fun >:)

if you'll remember, earlier i said that css properties apply to literally everything nested in an element,

and you MIGHT notice, that literally everything in pretty much all html files, is nested in an <html> tag

you can use style=" " or regular css on pretty much ANY html tag,

INCLUDING HTML!

ok ok that was a lot of buildup for something that i could've explained in one or two lines, but i gave you all this fundamental knowledge for a reason,

well, two reasons, go make a neocities

CHAPTER 2: THIS POST HAS CHAPTERS NOW

CSS KEY FRAMES BABYYYY

THESE FUCKERS DON'T WORK AS INLINE STYLING

I HAD TO TEACH YOU HOW CSS WORKED, TO GIVE YOU THE KNOWLEDGE YOU NEED, TO ANIMATE PAGES. TO MAKE THE FUCKERY COMPLETE!!!!

OKAY SO AGAIN READ UP ON THIS IF YOU WANT THE FULLEST POSSIBLE UNDERSTANDING

BUT WHAT KEYFRAMES ALLOW YOU TO DO, IS ANIMATE CSS PROPERTIES

and then make a class, which calls that animation...

and then assign that class. to your html tag.

and then vomit forever

we can do it in 3d too,

the only limit is your imagination... (and how many parameters you want to look up on w3schools and mozilla mdn web docs)

CHAPTER 3: APPLYING IN PRACTICE

ok now the fun thing about all of this, is you can apply it to your blog theme, literally right now

like literally RIGHT now

like step one, make sure you have a custom blog theme enabled in your settings, because that's turned off by default for some reason

step 2: edit theme

step 3: edit html:

step 4: apply knowledge in practice >:)

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

👑Being Seijoh's Manager👑

Lesbian Manager Edition

Seijoh featuring Karasuno 👀 x Female Manager

Warnings: fluff, I didn't even out Swearing 😱

AN: This is an Anon request! This is an lgbtqia+ friendly fic 🏳️‍🌈

���� Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

This one has been HIGHLY anticipated 😏

And I'm unsure if it's because of our resident lesbian manager

Or because we get to bully Oikawa 🤣

Im gonna go with both 🥰

Anyways, let's get started!

Now you weren't exactly secretive about your sexuality

You just didn't feel the need to flaunt it

Like SOME PEOPLE 🙄

Oikawa constantly needing to be surrounded by his adoring fan girls 😒

Anyways, from the start it was pretty clear you had no interest in any of the guys

Sure they found you attractive

And I mean, heck they are attractive as hell

But there just wasn't anything there

All of them understood the memo

Except for one 🙃

One guess as to whom it was?

If you guessed anyone other than Oikawa, you clearly haven't read my headcannons before 🤣

But really, this man thinks he's the king of volleyball

And more importantly, he thinks everyone had a crush on him

Guys, girls, non-binary folk, you name it, this man things they all want a piece of him

Which is why your rejection makes for very entertaining content for Seijoh

Because I think they've all figured out you play for the other team

A except Oikawa

Which this scenario so hilarious

One day, you are taking notes and Oikawa approaches you

"Hey YN, I've got tickets to a concert this weekend? Wanna go with me?"- Oikawa, turning on the charm

"No thanks"- you, extinguishing said charm

Mattsun, Makki and Kunimi are all just watching

Honestly they are so nosey I can't even 💅🏼

"YN I've asked you out a million times and you've always said no! Don't you know what a privilege it is to be asked out by yours truely"- Oikawa

"Shut up loserkawa and leave YN alone"- Iwaizumi, ready and waiting for your signal to pounce

"I appreciate the offer Oikawa but I'm not interested"- you working on your notes

"BY WHY NOT YN-CHANN"- Oikawa now whining

"😐 I'm gay Oikawa"- you, channeling Ushi and stating at Oikawa

Oikawa 👉🏻👁👄👁 whet-

Makki, Mattsun and Kunimi 👉🏻🤣💀

Iwaizumi 👉🏻🙄🤚🏻🏐👦

"IWA CHAN PLEASE IM HEARTBROKEN"- Oikawa

"In order for you to be heartbroken, you would have actually had to have a chance Oikawa"- You getting up and walking away 🚶‍♀️

You better ask Oikawa if he needs some ointment for that BURN

After that, Oikawa silently competes eith you for the attention of his female fans

Not that you even need to compete 💅🏼 you could have any of them

But they aren't your type

But you know who your type is 👀👀

A certain crow manager that's who 🙌🏻

So when you are filling water bottles up and the gorgeous Kiyoko enters your vision

You all but see stars 🤩

Please Kiyoko is an absolute goddess 🤚🏻

"Hi there! I'm Kiyoko, I manage Karasuno"

"I'm YN, I managed Oikawa, I mean Seijoh"

Please her laugh 😭😭😭

You know, the season 4 laugh when she's in the bath with Yachi 👇🏻

Say less she's utter perfection

Unfortunately for you, you will have to deal with her two wards bodyguards

"Kiyoko come to my arms sweet mama!!"- Noya all but running towards you and Kiyoko

Suddenly he stops ✋️ Tanaka running into his back

"Holy crap- we've hit the jackpot!"- Tanaka

"There's one for each of us"- Noya 😍

Please Kiyoko smack them

It has been dealt with ☺️

That is, until your own resident idiot approaches 🙄

"Yn-chan are these delinquents bothering you"- Oikawa followed by Iwa and the gang

"No"- You 😐

Channeling Iwa 😌

Thank you sir for your dedication 🤗

Before you and Kiyoko part with your respective idiots, you shot your shoot

"Hey could I get your number? I think it'd be cool if we could hand out?"- You to Kiyoko

"Oh absolute! Give me your phone and I'll punch it in"- kiyoko

You exchange phones

"I texted myself 😉 see you later YN"- Kiyoko

You look down at your phone at kiyokos text

"Hey there cutie 💓 "

Please everyone is just watching you right now and taking notes 📝

"Damn that was smooth Yn"- Mattsun

How did you do that YN?"- Oikawa

Tanaka and Noya are just staring 👁👄👁

There's no way I could be THAT EASY

"It's easy Oikawa, I'm just polite"- you, turning to walk back to the gym

"Wow"- Oikawa, stunned 😲

Not YN the resident dating guru 🤣

Please Terushima is probably watching you too 😭

What can you say, it comes natural ☺️

[reidselle]

till forever falls apart (part one)!

paring: spencer reid x gender neutral reader

category: angst with no happy ending

content warnings: emotional cheating, trouble getting pregnant, arguing/fighting, breakup

word count: 2.1k

authors note: this is part one to a two-part fic! i want to give special thanks to @leftoverenvy for helping me and editing this fic the whole time ive been working on it and @lilacprentiss for the moodboard ilysm! anyways i really hope yall enjoy this ive been working on this for awhile!! <333

I didn’t work at the BAU, so when Spencer started to become distant, I began to worry. Lately, Spencer had no longer shown any desire and made zero effort to get back home as soon as possible or take the time to call or answer my texts while he was away on cases.

I thought that maybe this was all just a small fluke in the air and I was going to have the man who used to not be able to detach himself from my side after coming home from cases. The man whose cheeks would turn a deep crimson every time I would compliment him or give him a quick kiss on the forehead in public. The person who was behind sending me treats and love notes to my work. He made me feel like the most stunning and loved person every time I looked into his eyes. But I learned very quickly that this was very far from over.

The day wasn’t even over yet and I was ready to go home, take a hot bath, and go to bed. Sleep was the only time I got to escape from the hell that was my reality.

Arriving at the apartment complex, I parked my car, glancing at Spencer’s empty parking spot next to mine. He didn’t drive often, so he either took the metro or just rode along with me on the days we would both go out to complete a task that needed to be done. Always enjoying and craving to be in the other’s company whenever possible. The last time we were in the car, or together, was two weeks ago after I had dropped off Spencer’s car at the mechanic.

I wasn’t expecting anyone to be home since it was midday, and Spencer was supposed to be out of town on a case. So to say I was shocked to see my boyfriend standing in the living room area of our apartment with an endearing smile spreading across his face was a bit of an understatement. The moment I saw him, I forgot about everything that had happened these past few months: all those nights in our bed alone crying over the life I was positive Spencer and I would make together. I mean, if one were to have asked me a few months ago if I was going to marry Spencer Reid and live out the rest of our days loving each other, I would have once told you that was a silly question to even ask.

My hopefulness of things being all better came to a halt when I noticed that Spencer was on the phone and hadn’t even noticed my presence, too enthralled with the conversation he was having.

After only moments of standing there, the phone call he was having seemed to be coming to an end. Needless to say, I wish I would have picked up the extra shift my boss had offered me tonight.

The second I heard the words, “I love you too,” leave the man of my dreams’ mouth, I dropped the metal water bottle and everything else that was previously in my hands.

Frozen still, and my ears ringing, I watched as the color drained from his face and he frantically ended the call.

As per usual, he had nothing to say. With tears in his eyes, he struggled to get something out but failed miserably.

I was determined not to lose it in front of him. No matter how much he deserved to be screamed and yelled at, he deserved the same treatment he had been giving me for the past few months.

It was as if I no longer existed to him. In no way was I ever a thought or priority that occupied his mind.

No matter how hard I tried to hold our relationship and future together, how much I was there for him, it didn’t matter.

*FLASHBACK*

I had been sitting here for what felt like hours. Drinking my coffee and desperately trying to study for the MCAT. Then suddenly all my textbooks had been knocked to the floor.

“Shit” I exclaimed out loud as I hurriedly tried to pick up the fallen books.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry” I heard a worried man's voice say.

I looked up at the sound of his voice and there bent down in front of me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

I did not move until I saw how nervous my stare was making this beautiful man. His cheeks were flushed as he continued to ramble out his apology and hand me the fallen books.

“It's okay, I promise. Accidents happen” I say, grabbing the books from his hands and standing up with him.

“I’m Y/N,” I tell him after setting down my books back on the table I was seated at. I reach out my hand to shake his, which to my surprise, makes him even more nervous.

“I’m sorry, I’m not much of a h-handskaker. The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is astounding. It's actually safer to kiss,” the man hurries out.

I again stood there for a moment in awe of him before smirking at him and saying, “I would love to take you up on that offer if I could just get your name first.”

“S-Spencer, Spencer Reid,” he says.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Walking as calmly as I could to our shared bedroom, I made my way to the closet and began throwing all of Spencer's belongings into suitcases.

Hearing his footsteps and sniffles as he got closer just made me more determined to get him out of our once shared apartment as quickly as possible.

“W-what are you doing?” I barely hear him choke out behind me.

But still, I stayed silent. I didn't even react, I just kept putting his cardigans, work shirts, and converse in the separate suitcases I had laid out on our, well my bed now.

For a moment, he just watched me, but as I began placing the albums of us and our time together that I made for him for his birthday, he broke his silence once again.

“Y/N I-I’m not leaving you, especially not now when you're this upset. I-I love you Y/N, and I care about you.”

Freezing, I looked up and looked him dead in the eye.

Who does he think he is? I think to myself.

“Who do you think you are?” I asked him with a straight and calm expression on my face.

“What?” he questioned.

“You heard me, Spencer. Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think you're in any place to say that you love me? Let alone care about me?” I said, my expression never faltering.

“Y/N what do you mean? I’m your boyfriend, of course, I love and care about you,” he said confidently.

“You, firstly, are no longer my boyfriend, and obviously haven't been for a very long time, unbeknownst to me,” I began. “Secondly, whenever you were actively my boyfriend that didn't stop you from loving another person did it, Spencer?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“I-I, t-that’s not-” he tried to get out, but I cut him off.

“And finally, you definitely do not love or care about me. At least, well I mean, I think you did at one point in time. But you haven't for a long time,” I said as I began to finish packing his shit up, wanting him out of here more than ever at that point.

This foolishness of his is going to make me break my calm and collected act if he keeps it up.

Eventually, I moved into the bathroom connected to the bedroom and grabbed all of his toiletries. Throwing them into the final suitcase, I zipped it up and started grabbing all the bags I could at once to set outside. Not so secretly hoping this would be the final push he needed to get him out of my life.

As I go to move past Spencer- who has looked like a deer in headlights ever since I last spoke- he grabs my arm to stop me.

“Y/N please just let me explain, I still want to be with you. We were trying to make a baby remember? You wanted to have my kids Y/N.” he said, trying to pull me closer to him.

Ripping your arm from his grip, “YOU DON’T GET TO DO THAT SPENCER!” I screamed, poking his chest with my finger, not being able to stay collected any longer. “You don’t get to bring up how I wanted to have and carry your children Spencer. You especially don't get to explain how you started seeing someone else after we found out that I couldn't give you what both you and I wanted.” I said, taking a step back and seething at him.

“How did you know-” He started to ask

“Because unlike you, Spencer, I’ve been using my brain to put together that the person, whoever they may be, on the opposite line of the phone call I walked in on earlier, is the same person that the suspicious love note I found the other day while in your office.” I explained

“What the hell were you doing in my office Y/N?” He asked you, getting anger

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Spencer,” I said exasperated “You have NO RIGHT to be angry right now, but if you'd really like to know, I, unlike you have noticed that you have seemed a little overworked lately. So being the loving and caring partner I am, I decided to give your office a very needed clean-up. I mean god Spencer who do you think is responsible for throwing away the molding coffee cups that were thrown everywhere. I even went as far as organizing all the files in your drawer, as well as restocking your snack drawer.

“I mean you would think I get so much as a thank you from you, but it must have slipped my mind that you had forgotten about my existence.” I quickly spat out before taking a deep breath and continuing, “You almost had me fooled Spencer I must admit, if it wasn't for me walking into our apartment at the wrong time today, I would still be foolishly waiting for the love note I found. But now I know damn well it isn't for me.” I say while moving to put the rest of the bags I packed outside.

Now standing at the front door, I heard Spencer say, “I didn’t even meet her in person Y/N, I swear to you. We only ever talked on the phone.”

I let out a breathy laugh, “Oh because that makes it so much better Spencer. Let me be completely honest with, something that you should try yourself, I would have preferred you fucked a rando one time and that be it. Maybe then we would have a chance, but no, you so obviously have feelings for someone else that you haven’t even given me the decency to tell me who they are” I said tired and just ready to not see his face anymore.

“It’s Maeve, Y/N. Maeve is the person I was speaking to earlier.” He confessed

“Maeve?!? The doctor I found for your headaches Maeve?!”

“I’m so sorry Y/N. But I told you I still love you.”

“No, no, no you're not sorry, you're just sorry you got caught. And if you really love me like you say you do let me ask you this, me or her?” I ask, having a sliver of hope for the first time since coming home that, maybe just maybe our relationship could actually be saved.

But then Spencer had to crush my heart once again, “Y-Y/N I can’t just choose between the two of you,” He said in a whisper

“I think you just did. Please get out of my house Spencer and never contact me again.” I said sternly, walking past him into my once shared and full of love bedroom, slamming the door closed once I’m in the room.

After about ten minutes I finally heard the front door shut, not before Spencer gave another apology though.

Letting myself slide down the door, once I hit the floor I laid down, curled up into a ball, and let out the most heart-wrenching cry.

Spencer Walter Reid, the man I thought I was going to marry and grow old with, didn’t love me anymore.

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[amistytown]

The Brothers Comfort MC During a Panic Attack

This is my first attempt at writing down my headcanons for the brothers, so I apologize if anything is out of character. I meant it to be short and sweet, but it grew out of my control after a while. I’m a perfectionist and wanted to rewrite everything. I made minor edits and am posting it anyway or it’ll sit in my drafts forever; I admit I put the most effort into Lucifer’s, forgive me. Also sorry for the repetitiveness and any typos you may find. I decided to write how the brothers would comfort MC during a panic attack, especially as someone who suffers from anxiety and panic attacks themselves. Honestly, I wrote this as a way to comfort myself since I’ve been dealing with terrible anxiety lately. Of course, everyone experiences anxiety differently, so I can only speak from my own experiences. I didn’t go into detail when it comes to the symptoms themselves because it’s from the point of view of the brothers and only so many are visible to the eye. Trigger warning for depictions of anxiety and panic attacks. Thank you for reading!

LUCIFER

Lucifer is troubled. Following lunch, you disappeared, currently absent from class. This is unlike you, his worry intensifying every minute you’re out of his sight. Yet he maintains his composure, resigning himself to scouring the academy grounds. Time passes at a torturous pace, his thoughts beginning to take a turn for the worst. He contemplates whether to involve his brothers and Lord Diavolo himself at this rate, however the sound of his D.D.D diverts his attention. A wave of relief washes over him at the sight of your name lighting up his screen, chased by frustration at you, your silence, and himself for losing track of you so easily; he couldn’t bear living if anything happened to you under his watch. He expects this behavior from his brothers, not you. Though his heart sinks, the Avatar of Pride uncharacteristically overcome with guilt while he reads your message. Of course, you are not his brothers. He should not have doubted you.

Your texts are apprehensive, a weighty pause between them as you hesitate to lay bare the darkest depths of your soul. He approaches you cautiously, to avoid upsetting you further. Your words alone convey the sheer panic taking possession of you, the last of your strength used to press send. Outside he discovers you, huddled miserably in an isolated corner of the building, swathed in shadow. The desire to shelter you from the world burns within him, but your eyes widen fearfully in his presence, wounding his pride. Immediately, you apologize. Sorry you’re missing class, that you left without telling anyone, and upset him—especially when you’re aware of his busy schedule. You’re sorry for not having the courage to pull yourself together, succumbing to your anxiety, your shame palpable. The hand clutching your D.D.D is trembling, your chest heaving as you struggle to breathe. He aches for you, each tear shed hurting more than the last, your pain managing to touch the very core of his being and set him alight.

If anyone is sorry, it’s him, pride be damned. Kneeling in front of you, he assures you an apology isn’t necessary—your wellbeing of great importance to him. He wants you to rely on him, grateful you confided in him despite your doubts. Hopefully, he can eventually put your mind at ease. His voice low, soothing, he continues to console you, making sure you’re aware he’s not upset, and your feelings are valid. Although he’s not familiar with the inner workings of anxiety itself, he’s willing to listen, learning how to support you to the best of his ability—starting today, providing you’re comfortable accepting his offer. Initially, he prioritized your safety for the sake of the exchange program and Lord Diavolo’s wish to unite the three realms, now it’s merely out of adoration for you, his beloved. Once you’re ready, he’ll let you know you’re not alone. He’s never too busy on your behalf. 

Offering you his hand, a smile graces his features as you accept. Slowly, he helps you to your feet, steadying you against him. He notes the way you relax at his touch, shoulders sagging and head coming to rest on his chest. Only you exist in this moment, his gaze not leaving you, not even for a second. Standing in silence until your breathing settles and you regain your balance, he sees you through the height of your attack before escorting you back to the House of Lamentation. He’ll personally excuse you from the remainder of your classes, understanding you need a quiet place to recover. Classical music plays softly in the background of his room, and he’s content to have you in his embrace, drawing you onto his lap after you finish the tea he brewed to calm your nerves. Lucifer pays you special attention, massaging your tired body and kissing you tenderly, his breath fanning across your lips as he reminds you how special you truly are—brave, compassionate, and incredibly loved.

MAMMON

Mammon mourns his loss, wondering how he let them gain the upper hand; admittedly, a foolish mistake on his part. He dreads breaking the news to Lucifer, and the resentment that shows on his brothers’ faces once he confesses does little to ease his mind. Still, he worries about your reaction most of all, knowing his stupidity has put you in a precarious position. In that moment he believes their words—only a greedy scumbag like himself dares to place his human’s happiness on the line. Although certain of his win at the time, he should consider how his actions affect you more often; otherwise, how can he claim he’s the Great Mammon? His confidence is his downfall in the end. Now you’ll suffer along with him. Yet you feign optimism, attempting to soothe everything over despite your innocence. His guilt only grows, a heavy weight on his shoulders. One he deserves.

Three days of waiting on and performing for large crowds at The Fall proves hectic for everyone. He can tell you’re struggling beneath the façade of a composed and hospitable server, going above and beyond to ensure the patrons leave satisfied. Furthermore, you lend him and his brothers a hand, coming to their rescue; it should be him making it as easy on you as possible. His concern for you runs deep, no matter how hard he tries to maintain his usual air of indifference, but you have the nerve to reassure him—it’s meant to be the opposite, dammit. Each night he goes out of his way to check on you, frustrated that you continue to dance around the subject. He can see the exhaustion on your face, hear the slight tremor in your voice, the toll his stupid decision is taking on you, and it stung. You comfort him, even when he’s undeserving, so why won’t you allow him to hold you and kiss the pain away? Not that he’s asked. You should realize by now you can rely on him, right?

Watching you suffer in silence tortures him. He can’t deny it regardless of his best effort to make light of the situation. You barely eat or spend time outside your room, saying you’re tired, which isn’t a lie—working is exhausting, no doubt about it—but he understands you well enough to notice the subtle signs of your anxiety, your smile unable to trick him into believing otherwise. Perhaps you find him as insufferable as his brothers do, or worse, and don’t want to see his face after what he’s done. That doesn’t stop him from showing up at your door, hoping he can offer some form of comfort. However, you keep up appearances, supporting the seven of them during the longest weekend of their lives. You work hard too, his chest swelling with pride as he watches you care for his brothers and customers alike. How can you like an idiot like him? You’re selfless and loving, looking past his flaws to see what lay beneath his sin. His human. His angel. He wants—no needs—you to be okay.

The last day comes and goes in a blur. Finally, he can toss these ridiculous clothes and rabbit ears in the trash and never perform that dance again. Better yet, you’re free of his burden, though the guilt remains. He can’t relax until he’s positive you’re okay, knowing he’s genuinely sorry. Standing outside your room, he tries to muster up the courage to open his heart to you—apologies not his strong suit—when he hears you crying. They’re small, muffled sobs that manage to shake him to his core, blood running cold. Yeah, he should knock, but he can’t control himself, throwing the door open without hesitation and rushing to your side. The sight of your tears is almost too much to bear, and he draws you into his embrace, face heating up at his own moment of vulnerability, but this is about you, not him. He can be strong for you too, telling you everything’s going to be okay, that the Great Mammon is here to help.

After his stupidity, you tell him you were afraid to bother him? He can hardly suppress the shock at your confession, the sadness in your eyes breaking his heart. You wanted to make sure it went smoothly for his sake? You suffer through Hell alone because you chose to put his feelings first? Crazy. Though he thanks you, not completely ashamed to admit he’s touched. However, he tells you that you don’t have to put aside your feelings for his benefit; he prefers to be by your side then know you’re having a rough time on your own. He is your first. Taking the initiative, he asks what he can do to make it up to you, no matter how big or small the request is because he’ll do it in a heartbeat. You opt to stay in his arms, burying your face into his chest, and he wipes away your remaining tears, being as gentle as he possibly can. He can feel how tense your body is, your skin unnaturally warm, and it takes a while until you stop shaking. It’s moments like these he’ll tell you how much you mean to him—that he loves you, okay—and he wants you to come to him for everything. He’ll hold you, taking your hand in his, and kiss you with all the adoration in the world because you’re incredibly important to him. Mammon can attest to that.

LEVIATHAN

Leviathan invites you to his room to play video games, a daily routine the two of you have comfortably fallen into. He loves gaming with you, though on occasion you opt to watch instead, thoroughly enthralled by whatever is on the screen. Miraculously, you enjoy listening to him ramble—whether it’s about the game he’s playing, anime he’s watching, or TSL among other things—genuinely showing interest in his passions; he’s incapable of expressing how truly grateful he is for your company. His heart nearly bursts whenever you compliment him on his gaming prowess, encourage him during a particularly intense battle, or merely tell him how you enjoy hanging out. How in the Devildom did a gross otaku like him get so incredibly lucky? He can hardly believe you love him of all demons. The thought alone sounds crazy lmao. 

Unable to contain his excitement, he awaits your arrival that night, ensuring everything is perfect when he hears a knock on the door. However, his smile fades the moment he lays eyes on you, mind beginning to race as he wonders why you look miserable, your gaze trained on your hands. Before he can speak, you apologize, dissolving into tears while you return the game he let you borrow. You’re stuttering, completely winded, and he can barely hear you confess to accidentally corrupting his data in your panic. In fact, he loses track of the number of times you choke out a sorry. He treasures his games, his collection extensive, but he cherishes you most of all. The loss is a minor annoyance, nothing that lessens the feelings he harbors for you. Although difficult, he overcomes his insecurities to show you it’s okay—you’re loved.

Not only are you sad, but you’re also terrified, a part of him wanting to destroy the game itself if it means you never have to experience the pain that torments you now. Regarding you carefully, afraid to make matters worse, he reassures you that he’s not upset—far from it, honestly—and that he cares about you more than any game. No stranger to your panic attacks, he reaches out to take your hand in his, hoping you find comfort in what he has to offer. And when you finally glance up, hope shining in your tear-filled eyes, he can’t help but wrap you in his arms. A warmth spreads across his face, heart pounding in his ears, but he knows you need him, allowing his body to relax around yours.

Holding you against him, he tells you everything’s all right, stuttering out how he loves you and, most importantly, wants to you to feel better. Your arms circle around his waist, causing his heart to jump into his throat, but he only pulls you closer. You’re his Henry, and what friend is he if you can’t rely on him? Leviathan is understanding, wanting you to come to him for support at your most vulnerable. Now he puts his knowledge to the test, easing you into his room with continuous words of affirmation. You always know how to console him at his lowest, and he hopes he can return the favor. If anyone deserves to feel loved it’s you, who brought joy into his otherwise bleak world, and he’ll sit with you every day and night if you need him to. 

SATAN

Satan knows he shouldn’t be awake, though he finds it difficult to satiate his curiosity as he peruses the books lining his shelves. He barely registers the sound of his D.D.D, reluctant to put the book aside to see who’s messaging him at this ungodly hour; Asmodeus most likely. His tune changes after he sees your name lighting up his screen, his annoyance replaced with worry. He knows you struggle, especially at night, but he can tell you’re hesitant to reach out. Nevertheless, you gradually begin to confide in him, his patience limitless if you’re concerned, and he feels a sense of relief that you choose to trust him at your most vulnerable instead of suffering on your own. Pouring over every book he can locate on anxiety, he studies it religiously, engraining each page into his memory. Not by giving unsolicited advice—he doesn’t want to make that mistake twice—but by comforting you the best he can, even if it simply means to stay by your side, waiting for the panic to pass.

A second later, he appears at your door, gaze softening as your eyes meet. In the darkness of your room, he can tell how exhausted you are. You apologize for bothering him, particularly this late, but he dismisses you with a shake of his head and a reassuring smile, sitting beside you on the bed. It saddens him that you feel the need to, but he’s familiar enough with anxiety by now that he understands how much of a manipulative monster it truly is; if only he can destroy it with his own two hands, strangling the life out of it so it no longer taints that innocent soul of yours. To watch you struggle fills him with a rage that he forces deep within himself, fully aware anger isn’t the answer no matter how great his desire to protect you is. So, he cups your face in his hands, your skin warm beneath his fingers as he strokes your flushed cheeks and presses your foreheads together. 

Focus on him, he tells you, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and his voice while he whispers words of love and encouragement. He never tires of letting you know how beautiful and strong you are, that he’s always here for you and loves you—all of you. You unravel in his arms, opening your heart up to him, and he listens intently, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips the moment you look uncertain. You’re not a burden he promises, hoping one day you’ll believe it yourself, but he’ll remind you every chance he gets; forever if he must. It’s worth it in the end, when you relax against him and smile, kissing him in return. Slowly, the anxiety leaves your body, Satan thankful that the waves of panic have receded enough to let you rest your weary mind. He remains next to you, pulling you down to lay your head on his chest and closing your hand in his, entwining your fingers. He’s content here with you, watching you fall asleep and chasing away the nightmares.

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus loves shopping, but he loves shopping with you most of all. The day is bright with you by his side, and he can’t help but buy you clothes and matching accessories to bring out your inherent charm. Your potential is endless, and he gushes over how gorgeous you are, unable to contain his excitement when your cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink in return. He can hardly control himself around you, gaze fixated on your every movement and heart racing each time you flash him one of the sweetest smiles he’s ever seen; your very soul seeming to shine through and blind him. Nothing prepares him for the love he feels for you, but he considers it a welcome surprise, his desire to grow closer to you intensifying day after day. You captivate him, the Avatar of Lust of all demons. What an exciting turn of events!

Of course, he attracts attention wherever he goes, posing for pictures with adoring fans and basking in the compliments constantly thrown his way; nothing new, but he enjoys it, nonetheless. Who can resist the allure of his very presence? However, anger wells within him at the sight of you being shoved to the side, falling to the ground and lost to the crowd that has gathered. Their words of flattery fall on deaf ears as he rushes to you, throwing a heated glance at the lowly demon who dares to touch his darling human. He desires nothing more than to punish them for such an injustice, but the fear in your eyes tells him otherwise. By the time he scoops you up into his arms you’re trembling from head to toe, and he can feel your heart pounding against him. A part of him places the blame on himself, an unfamiliar feeling, but he chooses to ignore it for now, focusing on getting you home in your worsening state.

In the peace and quiet of his room, he sits you on the bed, wrapping you in his arms as he affectionately runs his fingers through your hair. He can tell you’re upset—in an absolute state of panic by the looks of it—and all he can do is hold you through it, quietly asking what you need and willing to answer your every beck and call if it means that adorable smile graces your features once more. For a moment he considers seeking out Lucifer, worried something has gone terribly wrong, but thankfully you find your voice, mumbling into his chest about anxiety and panic attacks, that you’ll be fine—eventually—and are sorry for ruining your date. He doesn’t understand completely, though he knows you need him, promising to stay by your side for as long as you want. Kissing your cheek, he assures you there’s no need to apologize to him, your safety more important than anything else; the demon who laid his hands on you won’t go without punishment either.

Admitting a bath helps calm you down, he prepares one for you, steam rising from the surface and the heady scent of roses filling the air. Together you slip into the water, enveloped by its warmth, and he hums in contentment as you lean into him, his arms coming to rest around your waist. He watches you carefully, making sure you’re able to relax and preparing himself in case you call on him; he’ll do anything for you if it brings you the happiness you deserve. Your eyes flutter close, Asmodeus showering you with delicate kisses, comforted by the fact your breathing has levelled out and you appear a lot calmer than before. The day didn’t go as planned, and he hopes to make it up to you, vowing that no one else will hurt you on his watch. He loves himself. He loves his brothers. But loves you most of all.

BEELZEBUB

Beelzebub notices you haven’t touched your dinner and is beyond happy the moment you offer your plate to him. Yet he can’t bring himself to enjoy the food in front of him while you excuse yourself from the table, eyes downcast and voice quiet, the usual smile gone from your face and leaving behind an emptiness that rivals his own hunger. His mouth waters at the thought of seconds, but his concern for you grows, and he decides to follow you without question, disregarding the ravenous growl of his stomach. He catches you in the hallway, calling out your name. You turn to him, his brow furrowing in unease at the sight of your tears and the slight tremble of your lip. It hurts him to see you in obvious distress, and he earnestly offers his support.

The only sound is that of your sobbing. He desperately wishes to hold you tightly and rid you of your pain. However, he falters, studying you. Your gaze is trained on the floor, shoulders stiff with tension, and the color drains from your cheeks. When you speak, he’s surprised by how helpless you sound and the fact you’re trying to reassure him, putting his needs above your own although you’re struggling to hold yourself together. Fear flickers across your features at the echo of the brothers’ voices travelling up the stairs, and he mumbles out an apology as he carefully lifts you into his arms, cradling you to his chest. 

Before the others can round the corner, he hurries down the hall and slips into your room, determined to protect his vulnerable human. He notices you relax against him, your fingers curling into his shirt, and he can’t help but want to keep you close, relieved after you lean in closer to wrap your arms around his neck. Stroking your hair, he allows you to cry, his patience and love for you endless. Eventually, you mutter an embarrassed sorry, thanking him profusely, but he’s merely relieved you’re beginning to feel a bit better, reassuring you that you can always depend on him. 

Listening to you intently, he never breaks eye contact. You open up to him about your anxiety, his stomach twisting as you describe what you call a panic attack and how it wrecks you both mentally and physically. Beelzebub knows he has a lot to learn, but he expresses interest in understanding anxiety and, most importantly, how he can help you, so you don’t suffer alone. For the rest of the night, he keeps you company and eases you through the remainder of your attack, giving you plenty of hugs and rubbing your back in soothing circles until you no longer shake, and your heartbeat returns to its usual pace.

BELPHEGOR

Belphegor enjoys the time you spend together, especially when the two of you are alone. He asks you to accompany him in the attic, and it’s not long before he curls around you, falling into a peaceful sleep as he listens to the steady beat of your heart. However, when he awakes it’s to the sound of your soft cries in the dark, which fill him with a fear he can’t seem to shake. Without hesitation he’s at your side, sitting up to softly place a hand on your shoulder and ask you what’s wrong. The sadness in your eyes as you glance up at him, tears staining your cheeks, tugs at his heartstrings. He can’t bear to see you upset.

Once he realizes you’re having a panic attack, he’s attentive to your needs, cradling you in his arms as you cry into his chest. You confided in him about your struggles with anxiety after you fell to pieces in front of him months ago. A part of him understands, the loss of Lilith haunting him throughout the years and instilling a similar feeling of unease within him, especially when his nightmares seem to blur the line between reality and the painful memories of his past. You always came to his rescue and now it’s his turn to comfort you in your time of need. Sleep can wait.

With you in his embrace, he brings you down to relax against the pillows, pulling the blanket around your shivering form. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he gently brushes the remaining tears from your face, whispering words of love and reassurance. He listens to you when you’re comfortable to talk, the slight tremble of your voice causing him to draw you closer and press a kiss to your forehead. Belphegor tells you he’s here for you—forever—and although he’s still learning about anxiety and finding the best ways to comfort you during an attack, he wants you to depend on him no matter what. Even if that means you wake him up in the middle of the night. He won’t rest until he knows you’re okay, and you’re peacefully sleeping in his arms.

[moemammon]

When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

[skinnyducky]

can’t forget // v.h.

a/n i was originally going to add this with another request, but then i was listening to "don’t forget” by demi and got this idea. anyways, hope you enjoy!

vinnie hacker x fem!reader

Word Count: 1908, edited

WARNING: a bit sad, angst, no happy endings babes

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It had been a month since you and Vinnie had last talked. You hadn’t heard anything from him. It was unusual, considering you two were in a relationship. Well, technically you weren’t together…but you were together—at least that’s what he said. While you wanted something official, he confessed to you that while he felt similar feelings, he just wasn’t ready to commit out of fear. However, he still wanted to be with you without the title of being a couple, and promised you that when he was ready, he’d ask you to be his girlfriend. You were more than happy to do that. No matter what, as long as he was by your side, all was good.

While you may not have been an official couple, you did couple things. You went on dates, met each other’s parents, and even went as far to saying those three magic words: I love you. There was no denying that the love was there, and it was strong. It was like a song that you never wanted to stop. Though, as time went on and your feelings for Vinnie grew stronger, you noticed his feelings diminish. No longer did he send you cute good morning texts. Heart eyes underneath your pictures were non-existent. Hell, he even stopped inviting you to the Hype House. At first, you didn’t start questioning anything. That was until he removed all the pictures of you two from his Instagram.

You tried your best to understand why. Had you done something to make him mad? Were people telling him bad things about you? Or did he simply just fall out of love? You wanted answers; you wanted to know what you did so that you could get back to the place you were. However, you weren’t able to get said answers. Whenever you tried to call Vinnie, he never picked up—nor did he respond to your texts. It was as if he was trying to erase you from his life, and you were hurt by that.

Thoughts and feelings were swirling around in your head, but that didn’t discourage you. You just figured he needed some space and that things were moving too quickly. Everything would be alright.

Or so you thought.

On one Friday evening, you had gone out to Saddle Ranch to get some dinner with your best friends, Janet and Ava. You told them about the situation, and they figured to cheer you up, they’d buy you dinner. So, here you all were, seated outside in a corner of the restaurant.

“I just think he’s a dick.” Janet blurted, sipping her soda. “I mean, what guy would spend three months with you, tell you he loves you, and then completely forget about you? It’s a dick move.”

Ava rolled her eyes at the blonde. “Why do you have to be so negative, Janet?”

“I don’t know. It could be because I’m the only realist in our friend group.”

You laughed, glancing over the menu. “While I do value your hatred towards Vinnie, he’s not like that.”

“How would you know? You’ve only known the guy for half a year,” said Janet, earning a glare from Ava.

“Janet!?”

“I’m just being honest. I wouldn’t be a friend if I wasn’t.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Janet was somewhat right. You’d only known Vinnie for a short time. However, you spent majority of that time with him. You got the opportunity to really know him for who he is. You got the opportunity to fall in love with him. So, while Janet did have a point, it wasn’t a very strong one.

“Don’t listen to her, Y/n.” Ava said, grabbing your hand from across the table. “Time doesn’t mean shit when love is involved. Yes, you haven’t known Vinnie for that long, but that doesn’t take away the fact that you two had a relationship. You’re the only one at this table that really knows him.”

You smiled at the curly-haired girl. “Thank you, babe.”

“Of course.”

“I still think he’s a douche.” Janet piped up as she circled her finger over the rim of her cup.

Sighing, you patted the girl on her shoulder. “Thank you too, Jan. I know you’re just looking out for me.”

“And doing a pretty good job at-“

All of a sudden, Janet stopped talking and began staring intently at something, leaving you and Ava confused. “What? What’s wrong?” You questioned.

When she didn’t respond, you followed her eyes and looked behind you. At a far off table, lo and behold, sat a lonely Vincent Hacker. Although he didn’t look lonely. If anything, he looked to be having the time of his life

“Is that Vinnie?” Ava asked.

“No, it’s Barney. Of course, it’s Vinnie. Can’t you tell by the way Y/n’s jaw is dropped?” barked Janet.

Quickly closing your mouth—not even realizing that it was open—you turned back to your girls. “What is he doing here?”

Ava tilted her head quizzically, her eyes still focused on the blond boy. “I don’t know. Maybe he’s here with his friends.”

“He seems too happy to just be here with his friends. Plus, why would he be sitting alone if he was with them?” Janet responded, crossing her arms.

“He could be having dinner with one friend.”

With a groan, Janet said, “Let’s not beat around this bush here.”

“I hope you’re not suggesting what I think you’re suggesting.” You gulped.

“It’s the only other option.” Janet stated. “He’s gotta be here on a date.”

You whined, “You think so?”

“I know so.”

Your friends stared at you in silence as you slumped down in your chair. Your lips curled into a frown as you felt tears begin to dot your waterline. “Oh Y/n, don’t cry…at least not now.” Ava comforted you. “We don’t know the exact situation of why he’s here. Like I said, he could be here with a friend, you never know.”

“But what if he’s not? What if he actually is here with some other girl?”

“Then you should go and talk to him. It’s the only way to find out.” Ava suggested. The tears that threatened to drop came to halt as you thought over her suggestion. She was right. If you wanted to find out the truth, the only way to do that would be to ask the boy yourself. Maybe then, you’ll be able to understand why he started acting like you didn’t exist.

You stood up from your seat and dusted off your outfit. “You’re right, Ava. If I want answers, I have to get them directly from him.”

“Good, now go do your thing.” She said, shooing you off.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and made your way to Vinnie’s table. As you got closer and closer, you heart began to beat like crazy, and it wasn’t your nervousness talking. You couldn’t help the fact that you still had feelings for him; there’s just something about him. If what Janet had said was true, and he was here with another girl, you don’t know what you’d do.

Eventually, you got to his table, though he was too busy smiling at something on his phone to notice you.

“Uh, hey.” You greeted, giving him a soft grin.

Vinnie eyes left his phone and met yours. The minute he saw you, his smile fell, and his eyes went wide. “Y/n? What are you doing here?”

You chuckled, “Just hanging with my friends.” You pointed back to your table where Ava and Janet were staring intently at the two of you in an attempt to read your lips.

“Oh, that’s cool.” He replied, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, it is.”

There was no denying that there was awkward tension between you two. But it was reasonable. You hadn’t talked to each other in quite some time. The awkwardness was expected.

“So, um, how’ve you been?” You continued, fidgeting with your thumbs.

“Just been streaming and working. Nothing really interesting.”

“Oh, that’s good to hear. I just wanted to know since I hadn’t heard from you in a while. I thought you might’ve forgotten about me. I hope I didn’t do anything wrong because if I did I’m really sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything, Y/n.” Vinnie assured.

“Then why haven’t you talked to me?”

“I just needed some time to figure things out; get my priorities straight, y’know? I needed to do my own thing for a minute.” He explained, tapping his finger against the table.

A smile broke out onto your face as you slapped his shoulder. “That’s all? You’ve could’ve just told me that. I would’ve backed off, Vinnie. I would’ve done anything for you.”

“I know.”

“I love you too much to lose you.”

Vinnie sighed, “Y/n, I-“

“Vinnie, who’s this?” A voice sounded off behind you. You turned around and came face to face with the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen. She looked like something straight out of a Vogue magazine; she was damn near perfect. “Is this one of your friends?” She asked, sticking her hand out for you to shake.

“Yeah, just an old friend.”

You glanced back in him in confusion before shaking her hand. “I’m, uh…I’m Y/n.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Genie, Vinnie’s girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend.” You breathed. At that moment, you felt the rapid beating of your heart come to a full stop. There was no way that was possible. He couldn’t have just fallen out of love with you in the span of a month, it just didn’t make sense. But at the same time, all of what he did—his erasure of you—made sense…he was with this girl. Janet was right; Vinnie had forgotten about you. “That’s really great.” You said, fighting back tears.

“Thank you so much!” Genie cheered, taking her seat across from Vinnie.

“Of course. It’s good to see old friends happy, especially when it’s because of new relationships.” You said, staring directly at Vinnie. He didn’t dare look you in the eye, too busy pretending to be looking at his menu. You subtly shook your head before turning back to Genie. “Well, I’m going to head back to my table and leave you guys alone…for good. I hope all goes well, and I wish nothing but the best for you two.”

Just as you were starting to make your exit, you stopped and turned to Vinnie. “Oh, and Vinnie?” You called, finally getting him to look you in the eye.

“I hope you don’t forget about her too.”

He nodded, “Take care, Y/n.”

With that, you sulked all the way back to your table where your friends were awaiting the news. Given your state, they already knew what had happened. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Janet sighed, scooting closer to you. Ava did the same, and the two of them wrapped their arms around you as the tears that were holding on for dear life finally fell.

You felt many things: anger, sadness, betrayal, and so much pain. Yet, even through your heartbreak, you couldn’t help but still have love for Vinnie. The song of your love may be a broken record, but it was still music to your ears. You spent a lot of time with him, and while it may be easy for him to just forget about you, you could never forget about him.

[ship-ovnik]

Throne acquiring system

New translation is coming! The story is in progress.

I am so sorry for the text orientation, tumblr editing is still beyond me.

Prologue

Callisto was running up the stairs quickly. It was probably the first time in his life that he had run from an enemy. He did not allow himself to do this, even when he was an inexperienced youngster who found himself on the battlefield for the first time. The emperor must be perfect, especially the future emperor, whose throne is encroached upon by his half-brother and stepmother. However, hardly anyone would condemn a man running away from a dragon.

Callisto was aware that the situation was a dire one, but only the dragon had what he needed. His last chance, he put everything on the line — his throne, his life, the lives of people loyal to him. He didn't regret it. It would have been all or nothing anyway, but this was a chance to fix everything.

And now Callisto was standing in the middle of the throne room, out of breath, surrounded by the bodies of his father, stepbrother, stepmother and the young duchess, who was to blame for everything. Callisto thought he couldn't hate anyone more than he hated his father, but this thing changed his mind.

He had slaughtered them all with the sword he now held in his trembling hand. His hand was shaking not from fear, but from fatigue and the weight of the lives he had taken when he began storming the palace this morning. Callisto tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. Despite the fact that he and his people did not have time to really rest after the suppression of the uprising in the north, and the fact that he replaced the holiday in their honour with a bloody massacre this time in the capital of the empire itself, despite the fact that he himself has not yet recovered after Penelope's death, he will win. He must. Penelope's fate depends on him, his fate depends on this, she is his fate, this is what he is ready to fight for.

Callisto watches as the floor around the secret passage to the dungeon collapses, watches as a walking corpse rises from it.

«Come on, you bastard», Callisto growls, «I'll show you the real hell».

Because after the death of the "fake princess" he lives in it.

✵✵✵

Callisto doesn't know whether he wishes he'd never come to the princess' coming-of-age ceremony or not. When he wakes up at night in a cold sweat because he dreamed of a beautiful young woman choking on her own blood, dying right in his arms, he thinks that he would never want to see this. By morning, he thinks he would like to spend as much time with her as possible.

Most likely, he regrets that he left then to suppress the uprising in the north, and did not stay by the bed of the unconscious Penelope until her last breath.

He generally regrets only the actions associated with her. He regrets that he put a sword to her throat back then, instead of reciprocating her confession, that he constantly teased her, and most of all about what he said to her in the greenhouse. That he hadn't persuade her to become his bride and hadn't taken her to his palace before she drank poison on her own birthday.

He does not know if he really did not believe in love then, as he declared to the princess, but now he is sure that he loved… Loves. Imbecile.

When, after another clash with the Delman rebels, he returns to his tent and sees a pale Cedric, he thinks that the emperor has decided to somehow triple his work here, when he has almost finished everything. Barely suppressing his anger, Callisto sharply commands his assistant to speak. When he hears that the woman he swore to marry has died, he seems to feel absolutely nothing for a whole minute.

Then he leans convulsively on a table littered with maps and reports, while the whole world around him is rolling to hell.

No one dared to approach him until the very morning.

The Crown Prince reached the capital in a hurry on the very day of the funeral. Later he would regret that she would be buried in the Eckart crypt, and not as his bride, in the imperial one, where he could be buried next to her. Because of him, she will forever have to rest next to the people who made her life hell. He did not fulfill her only requirement to the groom even after her death.

Callisto, even against the background of the pale, weeping Duke, detached Derrick, Winter, whose face expressed all the sorrow of the world, and absent, lost to the alcohol Reynold, looked the most heartbroken.

The funeral was disgusting. In every sense. Besides them, there were only servants and Cedric accompanying him, because Penelope had no friends at all. And of the servants, only a young girl was genuinely grieving, whom Callisto identified as Penelope's personal maid, who was on duty with him at the princess's bedside in the first days after the coming-of-age ceremony.

The poor maid was sobbing violently, the butler tried to calm her down, but he was torn between her and the duke himself. The rest of the servants didn't even bother to pretend that they were sad. They looked more confused than saddened, and looked more at the crying duke than at the coffin, whispering among themselves.

Cedric at first looked somewhat surprised and lost, it seems he had just realized how bad everything was, and he spent the rest of the funeral with a sad and sullen expression on his face.

Since the duke was simply unable to, the funeral was done by Derrick, who gave a speech so dry and emotionless that Callisto thought he was fucking kidding. Callisto grinned bitterly, thinking that if Penelope had seen her funeral and found out that Derrick was hosting it, she probably would have drunk the poison again.

He wasn't going to speak out himself. What happened between them was their personal affair, not for the ears of those responsible for her death and such a terrible life.

Callisto was the last to say goodbye to Penelope. Her body looked even worse than he remembered. She had been starving since the moment the duke's blood daughter crossed the threshold of the estate, and all the days that he spent holding her hand at her bedside, she vomited blood. She was terribly thin, pale, with dark circles under her eyes… Many times scarier than the time he smeared her makeup in the garden, when she pretended to be sick in front of him.

Penelope was beautiful, incredibly beautiful. Callisto thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, even though he never told her that. But that's what her soul made her, that sparkle in her emerald eyes, now that they are closed and the soul has left her body, they are left with what they did to her.

Callisto just stood there for a few minutes, still getting used to the idea that she was no more, that she would never again resent his comic insults, would not surprise him with her talents, would not make his life bearable… He clung to the side of the coffin, trying to stop shaking.

«I’m sorry», were his last words to her, after which he kissed her for the last time, and his first tear in the last 20 years fell on her cheek.

Only 4 kisses for the entire time they have known each other, it was too little for what Callisto felt, and he was sure the princess felt for him.

After watching the coffin being buried, Callisto abruptly turned around and headed away with the firm intention of following his first and last love tonight. Since the promised reward for suppressing the uprising—the approval of the engagement with Penelope — is now meaningless, Callisto planned to ask at an audience with the emperor to rebury Penelope somewhere far away from the Eckhartes and where there will be a place for him. Maybe he'll even find the place where Penelope's real family was buried, if not, he'll be glad to be buried between her and his mom.… For some reason, the best women in his life meet their end very early....

Callisto bumped into someone, lost in his thoughts.

«Ah, I-I'm sorry. I greet the rising sun of the empire.»

A young girl with light pink hair in a delicate blue dress bowed her head in a curtsy.

In a blue dress, at a funeral. If Callisto hadn't been so upset, he would have gotten angry and stabbed her.

The girl, taking the absence of threats from his side as encouragement, raised her head and smiled radiantly, groping in the secret pockets of her dress for a fragment of a mirror.

✵✵✵

For a while Callisto couldn't make out why he kept delaying his death. He seemed to forget about it periodically, and about Penelope herself, too. He could spend the day as usual, and then jump up at night after his imagination briefly shows emerald eyes instead of blue in a dream. Callisto couldn't figure out what was going on.

And then at the ball, Penelope's pathetic replacement asked him for the honor of the first dance, and he agreed for some fucking reason, and then, he doesn't remember how, they ended up on the balcony, and Yvonne touched him with her lips. At that moment, Callisto, as if drunkenly was dipped into a fountain, it was so disgusting and insanely wrong. He pushed her so hard that she almost fell off the balcony. Hell, from the very balcony where he'd asked Penelope to be his pair.

«Get out of here and pray I never see you again», he also doesn't remember when he started going out anywhere without a sword, so this scum is very lucky. Penelope is no longer around, and he doesn't need to hold back.

The new princess looks at him in surprise, even somehow unbelievingly, but still quickly retreats.

Callisto frantically wipes his lips with his gloves.

«What the fuck?»

Now the very thought of Yvonne is starting to annoy Callisto. And then he remembers that it was her who sat next to Penelope at her birthday party. That’s it, that's why he actually stayed.

Callisto does not skimp on funds and forces in his investigation. And when he realised why she needed him, and then his brother, and found out what the relic Leia was running after was capable of, he had already decided how he would use it.

✵✵✵

The dragon's head falls right on the marble floor, splitting the massive slabs. Callisto pierces his skull even deeper to be sure.

His cape and part of his left arm are burned, there is blood flowing from punctures on one shoulder, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter at all. Callisto inhales convulsively and laughs. For the first time since Penelope was alive.

Still shaking, he takes the sword out of the dragon and walks around it to stick it in its chest this time. Callisto begins to gut what remains of the real deity, the founder of the empire, his ancestor. The floor of the throne room is not visible, Callisto is standing in a lake of animal blood and is concentrating on wielding a sword until he feels something hard in his chest with it. The Crown Prince pulls out his sword with a sharp movement and throws it on the floor. The sword falls with a clang and a splash, splashes of dragon's blood fly on the trousers of the now sole heir to the throne, but he is already covered in blood and now with his bare hands climbs into the chest of the enemy he killed.

Callisto takes out a golden claw, which stands out especially vividly against the his hands, completely covered with dark blood.

Callisto clutches one of the symbols of imperial power in his hands and says in a tired, hoarse voice:

«Give her back to me… Please. Give me back the woman I love. I want to start over with her.»

Bright golden light engulfs first the throne room, then the entire palace, the entire capital and everything else.

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.

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Siyeon clearly remembers her last moments in the game, how she drinks poison with an ironic toast, which was not intended for her, but against her, how painful it is to cough up blood, and what efforts it cost her to reach the button to reject the hidden ending.

Siyeon is sorry that she could do so little for Penelope, despite all her efforts, she never grasped a good ending for her. Only épater the high society with her death. Siyeon wants poor Penelope to be reunited with her mother, she herself would not want to be buried next to her father and her bastard brothers.

It's unusual now for Siyeon to see her body, her straight dark hair instead of curly pink, standing in jeans instead of a bulky dress. However, in this regard, the hunting competition was her pyjamas day so to speak. Thoughts smoothly jump to Callisto. Korean forces herself not to think about her first ever crush and looks at the game window.

—<SYSTEM>—————

Exit is underway

Wait for disconnection

6.97%

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Siyeon doesn't know how long she's been waiting, but she thinks everything is going very slowly. She sits down in this incomprehensible void, where there is only her and this window, and tries to tune in before her return to Korea. Siyeon is unsettled by the fact that she does not remember what her last university lessons were about, and what they were at all.

The window starts flashing and suddenly disappears. The girl thinks that the process is completed, and is preparing to return to her native world. When a new window appears, she frowns.

—<SYSTEM>—————

Error! Mistake!

Intrusion into the system!

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«What? Who?»

—<SYSTEM CONSOLE>—————

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The girl covers her eyes with her hand from the blinding light and squints.

This time she opens her eyes in the already familiar bedroom.

Penelope doesn't believe it for a couple of seconds, then pinches her hand, which is again covered with bruises from needles, and panic rolls over her. Penelope is shaking. Penelope is stuck in this terrible world and she needs to start all over again.

Emily enters the room with the other maids.

«Lady, it's time to get ready».

«What for?»

«What do you mean, what for? It’s the banquet on the occasion of the second Prince's birthday, of course! You're going with the young master, remember?»

[im-whatchamccallit]

Fixed On//ATEEZ (OT8)

Pairing: ATeez (OT8) x Fem!Reader (Non-romantic)

Genre: Slight angst, psychological if you’re paranoid enough, majority fluff

Warnings: Mentions of stalking

Word count: 3.4k

You told yourself it was the lack of sleep from the three days you spent studying for your finals catching up to you, that the shadows you saw in your peripheral and the faint footsteps you heard behind you as you drowsily ran errands were simply hallucinations. You told yourself it was all in your head, but how could you believe that now that you were aware of him?

You had simply gone out to grab groceries, just a seven minute walk from your apartment that wouldn’t take any more energy from your already exhausted body, just craving a home cooked meal before crashing for the next two days. But you could practically hear his breathing as he circled around you in the produce section, feel his eyes staring at the back of your head while you selected a pack of beef and, now, you could see him clear as day as you trailed down the empty streets. You were tempted to stay in the grocery store to stall him, praying he got bored and left, but you made the mistake of going at 9:30 at night, the cashiers urging you to go as they closed at 10. Not a problem, you could just head home, right? But you couldn’t, the looming fear he’d find out where you lived making you whimper in distress. To add insult to injury, you left your cell phone at home because you didn’t think your trip would take so long and most stores were closed now, the street lights and your two bodies the only signs of life in the silent night.

You’d been walking for almost twenty minutes now, passing by your apartment reluctantly with aching feet and a spinning head, your eyes brimmed with tears as you tried to push on in case he caught up to you and hoping your $15 beef hadn’t gone bad by now. You need a miracle, something to ease your anxiety and get you home and away from the unidentified man. And, in the midst of your unfortunate predicament, you saw it: a 7-Eleven.

Your body picked up speed as you rushed inside, the place bright and lively despite only you and the cashier being present and the radio playing softly in the background, the tightness in your chest disappearing with each passing second. You gasped softly at the sound of the door’s chime, your head darting to see the hooded figure from before stepping inside and making an abrupt turn to the candy aisle. What now?

You tried to stay natural, moving to the fridge to pick out a soda that you didn’t want, glancing over to see the man adjacent to you mindlessly picking up bags of chips only to put them down once again, looking in your direction every so often to make sure you haven’t moved. And you did, floating about the store with no destination and him still on your tail, the teenager behind the register not caring as the both of you played a game of hide and seek that left your safety up to fate.

It seemed like you were hopeless but, for some reason, you were starting to get luckier as the night progressed, the door chiming and the boisterous chatter of men filling the fairly spacious convenience store.

“Get anything you want, we’re charging it to Hwa’s card.”

“Like hell you are! Pay for yourselves!”

Laughter followed the bickering of two of the guys echoed off the walls before they spread out, some going in pairs to different sections and some on their own, but the one standing alone in front of a rack of limited edition snacks just so happened to catch your gaze first. He was tall, wearing a coat that looked cute on him but made his upper body appear to be broad and muscular underneath, his face blank and firm as if he’s never smiled a day in his life. He was scary, and perfect.

Yunho’s lips were threatening to form a pout as he struggled to choose. Would he rather have a snack form Japan or Indonesia tonight? Both looked so good but he couldn’t bring himself to choose.

“I’ll get both.” He said under his breath before grabbing both bags, gasping loudly as a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Oppa, I thought you had work tonight!” You squealed in a faux happy voice, smiling brightly up at the wide and horrified gaze the man gave you.

“W-what?”

“Some guy’s been following me for a while now. Please, just pretend you know me.” You said in a hushed tone, smile faltering as you glanced over to the fridge you once occupied, the eyes you had feared all night staring directly at you, a soft whine leaving you as you peered back at the strange man you latched yourself to, praying he saved you in any way he could.

You gasped as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you until your head was flush against his chest, his once stoic face now adorned with a content smile.

“I texted you that I was free but you didn’t respond! I really wanted to see you tonight.” He said in a cute yet teasing tone, your head thrown back to see him smiling down at you, giving a subtle but clear wink to let you know he was on your side, your eyes stinging as you tried not to cry in the unknown male’s arms.

“How about we go grabs some snacks and head back to my apartment? I’ll pay.” He said with a gentle smile, your head nodding reluctantly.

You both made your way to the back of the store where his friends continued to joke and bicker, Yunho’s arm not leaving you for a second although his smile was gone now, eyes still puppy like yet hard.

Considering he was a fairly large guy, it was easy for the others to catch on to his presence but, upon turning to face their groupmate, they found themselves more focused on your meek appearance hiding safely under his arm. You could feel your face burning in both embarrassment and unease at the way they eyed you and the man.

“Who is this?” One asked, his hair a beautiful royal blue and eyes just as sweet as your large bodied savior’s, the way our eyes immediately diverted from his causing a few to laugh but the way you gasped in horror as your eyes locked with your almost hour long stalker, body trembling as you opted to look at the ground. You just wanted to go home.

“This is…. Princess! My girlfriend!” Yunho said, suddenly realizing neither of you knew each other’s names.

“If he’s holding you hostage, blink twice.” Another spoke, his eyes cat-like and face sculpted to reveal his dimples as he smiled playfully at you.

“Why’s it so hard to believe I can get a girlfriend? Bunny, go pick out something to eat. We’ll wait for you so we can pay.” Yunho said affectionately, giving a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder at the way your eyes widened in fear at him, his head nodding you onward as he silently told you he had a plan, eyes never leaving you as you cautiously moved to the glass casing filled with pastries.

“Seriously, Yunho, who is she?” Seonghwa asked, voice low as the other watched you closely. You were holding two plastic grocery bags filled with vegetables and meat, you were probably a university student based on your lazy but comfortable choice of clothing. Nothing about you seemed alarming, but your sudden introduction as Yunho’s girlfriend was enough to make them suspicious.

“Look at the guy in the hoodie. She said he followed her here.” He said in a hushed voice, the unknown man creepily moving close by you before closing in on a sealed pack of donuts but giving you a once-over now that he was close enough to get a better look at you.

You felt your jaw clench as to not cry out for help and set him off. He was only a few feet away from you now, able to grab and harm you just by extending his arm if you dared to alert anyone. That wasn’t a risk you wanted to take.

“Did he follow her car or something? Why would she stop here?” Wooyoung asked.

“Obviously she didn’t drive. She would’ve left her bags in her car if she did.” Yeosang responded, a few of their eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Wait, but the only grocery store nearby is almost ten minutes away.” Jongho chimed in.

“By car. If she walked, that would be almost 25 minutes.” Mingi concluded, their bodies running cold at the realization, taking in the severity of your situation.

You tried to seem casual, to make sure he was unaware of the sudden initiation of eight strangers planning to get you away from him as quickly as possible but, in the midst of your overthinking, you managed to wander off to the back of the store, eyes locked on the stands full of ramen in both impatient anxiousness and genuine wonder. There’s no doubt the beef you bought was no good at this point, and that constant walking you’d done really built up your appetite. You couldn’t let the boys pay for you, especially after offering their protection to keep you safe. But, you had your wallet on you, and you had to get in line with them anyways so they can pay for their snacks, so why not grab dinner for yourself while you were at it?

You mindlessly searched for the one you usually ate, even wondering if you should grab two in case you were hungry later while shifting to hold both bags of food in one hand, almost missing the set of eyes on you. Almost.

It felt like before when you were in the grocery store, body freezing as you listened closely but this time aware of the threating presence, only unaware of how close he was now. You slowly let your body rise, not wanting to let your guard down as you finally heard footsteps, the faint chatter of the boys snapping you from your daze as you tried to hurry back to them, yelping as you crashed into a warm body before you.

You held your breath, peering up cautiously before seeing a familiar and bright smile, his jaw slim but chiseled. He was the stranger’s friends, and he was cute. If you weren’t so worried about getting the hell back home safely, maybe you could’ve gotten a better look at each one to see if they were all this stunning.

“Uhm, P-Princess,” Seonghwa cringed at the pseudonym, not sure why Yunho couldn’t just ask for your actual name to begin with.

“We’re getting ready to pay. You got everything you need?”

You glanced at the bowl of instant ramen before nodding, Seonghwa eagerly taking it from your hands to leave it unoccupied, but that didn’t last long as he grasped it to guide you beside him, your sides practically touching. It was a bit confusing, it made you worried that your act would be found out by the mysterious guy following you. But Seonghwa was no idiot, his observation skills heightened since he was brought into your escape plan, trying hard to not send a glare to the creep standing in the place you were moments ago. If he hadn’t noticed him moving closer, who knows what would’ve happened to you.

“Hey, ready?” Yunho asked you softly, your head nodding once more as they began to hand their items to the still disinterested boy behind the register, your eyes examining their mannerisms.

You were a little wary about blindly asking for their help but, from the way they immediately took on the task to protect you by staying at your side, and even now as the short but equally as model-like blue-haired guy complained that he thought they were using ‘Seonghwa’s’ card, only to be met with teasing ‘Thank you, mom’ chants from the remainder which left him looking a bit disgruntled, you knew they were nothing to fear.

You moved forward as they trailed on to the side, setting down your ramen as Yunho kept his place next to you, moving to pull out his wallet but you immediately snatched your hand from Seonghwa’s wanting to give a quick apology but needing to pay before he had the chance to.

“Don’t worry, I can-“

‘It’s only a dollar, Princess, it’s fine.” Yunho said while handing cash to the man, a faint warmth creeping to your cheeks at how casually he used that newly established nickname.

You thanked the man as you grabbed onto yet another bag for the night, all of you eagerly leaving the store and into the parking lot, the suffocating atmosphere now dissipating into relief as you took in a breath of fresh air. That man didn’t follow you out, the ambience felt so light and fun with the group of men joking ahead of you as they walked to a van with a very bold ‘ATEEZ’ on the side, your jaw nearly hitting the ground.

You’ve heard of their group, their music everywhere yet never had the time or desire to actually look them up, which would explain why you didn’t recognize them immediately. Although, the cat-eyed one went viral not too long ago for his charismatic dancing and now, watching him and a tanned guy with a mole beneath his eye he pointed and referred to as ‘Woo’ laugh at something said by the blue haired man while the tall one, one that resembled a prince and fairy all in one, and one that looked scary until he showed a smile so sweet it managed to make him look more youthful, you realized they were all hot. And suddenly the intimidation you thought you were free from came rushing back to you.

“Hey,” The sudden voice pulled you from your thoughts, a yelp leaving you as you faced the first one you met, his smile falling a bit but recovering just as fast.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. Just need to know your address so we can take you home.” He held up his cellphone and a navigation system, your eyes wide as you looked between him and the bright phone screen. They could’ve honestly left you there once that man stopped pursuing you, yet they were still looking after you.

“Or I could call you a cab. We know you probably don’t want to be around a ton of strangers right now.”

“N-no! Thank you, so much, I’m just really thankful I found you guys.”

“Hey, it only cost us a dollar to help you, and I don’t think any of us would feel right just leaving you to protect yourself from that guy.” Yunho said gently.

His tone and eyes were telling you he was being sincere, not that you needed any more convincing to trust him or his friends. Not to mention he was right about you needing a ride home, reality kicking in that you still didn’t have your phone on you and, if your groceries weren’t completely wasted by now, you still had some time to save them.

With a small smile you took his phone from his hands, typing in your address and passing it back to him, your body turning to match his as you head towards the van, the faint sounds of the boys arguing over who would drive and all agreeing that none of them wanted to, leading to an intense game of rock-paper-scissors that Yunho gladly stayed out of, a small giggle threatening to erupt from your lips.

“By the way, you guys don’t feel like strangers. Especially with your group’s name plastered on the side of your car.” You joked, a simple ‘Ah’ leaving him as you stared at you with a smirk, almost a silent way to say he’s discovered your dirty secret.

“You know, at first I thought you were a fan or something and that’s why you came up to me. I didn’t think I’d be right.”

“Uh, actually, I don’t know anything about you guys. I didn’t know you were ‘ATEEZ’ until I saw, well, that.” You gestured back to the vehicle where the boys began to disperse and enter the car, but the loud and bitter comments of them not wanting ‘Mingi’ to drive filling the air followed by an authoritative ‘Do you wanna do it?!’ from the blue-head. Were they aware of how unintentionally funny they were?

“Well, in that case, I’m Yunho.” He smiled, a genuine one that made you breathe out in contentment.

“I’m (Y/n).”

Your introduction was brief, followed by a silence that was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable, lingering in the air as you both made it to the van, easing your way inside and finding a seat next to the blue-head and prince-faced boy, giving a small nod and smile that he shyly returned, the three boys behind you too preoccupied in their phones to acknowledge you and, suddenly, the silence gone as Yunho spoke up from his awkward position of setting up his phone to the dashboard, the faint voice of the navigation arising in the background.

“You should introduce yourselves to (Y/n)!”

“Her name’s (Y/n)?” The one in the driver’s seat asked as he started the engine, peering to you from the rear view mirror with bright eyes before putting the car into drive.

“My name is Mingi.”

“I’m Seonghwa.” The guy from the passenger seat said to you as he turned to wave.

“I’m Choi San.” Cat eyes said from behind you, giving a dimpled smile that you easily returned.

“I am Jongho, and this is Wooyoung.”

“Hey! I can introduce myself!” You jumped slightly at the boom of ‘Wooyoung’s’ voice, giving a bewildered look at how fast he went back to his calm and charismatic self.

“I’m Wooyoung.” He reached his hand out to you, which you slowly took as you tried to calm down the giggles bubbling inside of you.

“Yeosang.” The one beside you said meekly, not giving you eye contact as he scrolled through his social media.

“And my name’s Hongjoong!” The blue-haired guy said, giving an enthusiastic wave that was slowly swallowed by the oversized sweater he wore, your breath caught in your throat from how cute he was.

“It’s nice to meet you all and, thank you, so much, for helping me tonight.”

“It’s no problem, we just wanted to make sure you stayed safe.” Mingi stated. You would’ve thought his deep voice would be drowned out by the van’s engine but you heard him perfectly.

“But what made you think we weren’t the creeps? You’re probably in a car full of murders and you don’t even know it-“

“Shut the hell up, Wooyoung, you’re scaring her!” Seonghwa yelled from the front, a hand landing on top of your head to give a small ruffle, your eyes following it to Hongjoong who peered past Yeosang’s head to see you.

“Don’t worry, we’re all good guys.”

“He’s lying! He yells at us all the time!” Jongho whined with a pout, slowly letting it grow into a smirk as Hongjoong glared at him playfully.

“Because none of you listen!” Hongjoong snapped back, an amused laugh from San echoing through the vehicle.

“Oh no, dad’s mad.”

“I’m stuck with ungrateful kids, of course I’m mad!” You couldn’t help but laugh, their bickering growing by the second as the car ride progressed.

It was funny how quickly they forgot there was a stranger riding with them, having conversations that you couldn’t understand about an idol life that you had no part in, Yunho attempting to remind them of your presence to make you feel included, eventually leading you to discuss university life that they couldn’t quite understand and, as mundane as it seemed, was still a bit entertaining.

You could see the familiar street light with a poster for part-time employment at the nearby seafood shop taped to it, signaling you were approaching your apartment a lot sooner than you expected and, as relieved as you were to finally be home and to relax from the horrifying encounter you had, you didn’t want to leave.

These boys, as loud and strange as they were, were peaceful to be around and a comfort you didn’t know you needed. You weren’t really aware of ATEEZ, who they were or the music the produced, but you knew they were good people, and maybe this night was enough to keep your mind fixed on them.

[woahsehun]

♡ boyfriend jaemin ♡

what I think jaemin might be like as a boyfriend

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disclaimer: obviously I don’t know jaemin lmao this is just for fun and if you disagree feel free to politely disagree elsewhere ♡ but I mean comment if you want idc just pls don’t be mean to me I’ll cry

I also tried to keep it gender neutral but I am new to writing these types of scenarios and stuff so if you notice anything that I should change feel free to let me know :)

now back to our regularly scheduled programming

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• house husband boyfriend #1

• if he wakes up before you… would probably drink a cup of coffee before you get up, but would then make himself another with yours so you could drink them together (or if you drink tea same situation different beverage)

• is a big fan of waiting to do things in order to do them together

• another example would be: I think even if he was super hungry he would often hold off on eating dinner until you got home/to wherever he is so he can eat with you, because he doesn’t like the thought of you having to eat alone and always prefers your company anyways :’)

• y’all know that clip of him hugging jaehyun? yeah. would do that a lot, but not just a back hug, like the full on pajamas-morning breath-messy hair-half open eyes vibe. has his face against your shoulder so he can take a deep breath in to let the smell of your hair and clothes comfort him

• taking a quick break because I’m making myself go insane I think

• anyways

• takes pictures of you whether you’re aware or not (but not in like, a creepy way idk). will also force you to let him take pictures of you like that one video of him dragging haechan by the jacket so he could take pictures of him yeah that. hey, it’s not his fault you’re breathtaking

• of course he likes taking the aesthetic candid pictures of you, but his guilty pleasure? taking absolutely wack pictures of you eating and sleeping. hilarious. cute. lockscreen material in his eyes

• expect your cheeks to be squeezed. ya got cheeks? congrats! you get a squeeze. or maybe even a squish who knows. you do something remotely cute jaemin is all over it “ooohhhhwowowo my baby so cute” while you’re just cheeks compressed like (〃￣ω￣〃)

• may tease and nag but it’s out of love ahdhba

• would be a really good person to talk to about your mistakes/worrys or make mistakes around, because I think unless it’s something serious he would be great at calming you down and assuring you that everything is okay. seems like a big fan of “keep moving forward” and thinks sweating the small stuff is a waste of time almost

• maybe I think that because of his not-so-competitive nature most of the time but either way

• I feel like (if you had a day type job or were in college) he would enjoy seeing you off to work or classes if he has time. has your bag and/or drink ready and held out for you as you’re on your way out the door, but he wouldn’t let go of them without a goodbye kiss of course

• yeah I’m going insane again brb

• really appreciates anything you do for him whether it’s getting him coffee unexpectedly, visiting him at work (and if he’s having a hard time it just lifts him right up), rubbing his shoulders after a long practice, or even just the way you look at him is enough to satisfy his happiness quota for life

• because of this, like I mentioned before, he would try and do small things for you too. would wash your dishes or put away leftovers if you forget, would put your shoes by the door if you happen to kick them off elsewhere, sends you goodnight and good morning texts if you’re not together

• probably wouldn’t have much time to visit you at work or school, but would always try and call or text you during your break

• obviously just really affectionate and caring I mean we know this about him but I’m reminding us

• might pout it you reject his affection, but also kinda understands if you need space (even if he wants to hug you tighter than some skinny jeans)

• other than that I don’t feel like he pouts much I mean he trusts you and respects your thoughts and opinions idk what else to say about it

• probably admires you for your similarities and differences.

• I don’t even think it would depend on if you’re a hard worker or successful compared to others he just thinks you’re inspiring to him in your own right. I know people say he’s a member that definitely admires strong women, ya know based on his music tastes, and I for sure agree, but I also think no matter your gender identity he would just be in awe at your inner strength and it would help drive him in other things he does :)

• hello I’m back bc I had more thoughts so am making some edits lmaooo

• the type to make you lunch and leave little notes in it like “I love youuu”, “you mean the world to me”, “have a great day!”, “ooooh sexy”

• takes care of you really well even when you don’t ask for it like makes sure you eat enough and drink enough water, get enough sleep, take care of your mental health etc.

• which I also feel like means he can be stern sometimes, but it’s just because he really cares and doesn’t know what he would do if something happened to you

• that’s where the nagging comes in a bit like if you got sick “”tch tch tch* see this is why I told you you have to drink more water” as he absolutely babies the hell out of you

• if you’re laying on the couch or smth he’d probably just lay his whole body over you limp like a blanket until you tap out from being SQUISHED

• alright I think I’m really done for now so if I think of anything else maybe I’ll just make a part two

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♡ I feel like this was kinda short but that’s all I have for now so thanks to anyone who read this I guess, and I hope everyone has a great day/night! ♡

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[yayeetsonny]

Always Tell The Truth Part 2 ~ USWNT x Reader

Okay so if you haven’t read the first part of this, which I will put here. Always tell the truth part 1 I suggest you do that, otherwise this one will make no sense. Also sorry... again for being gone so long. I hope you guys didn’t miss me too much. :)

-N

Previously...

“Those bruises, Y/N, where’d you get them?” 

“I. Don’t. Know.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Fine then, don’t believe me. First Alex, then Christen and now you. This is just great, my teammates think I’m a liar. Well I’m not and I’m telling you the truth.”

I brushed by her and stormed out of the room, now determined to avoid my teammates so they’d stop asking questions and questioning my honesty.

“I’m not a liar. I don’t know where I got the bruises, I don’t know why they won’t believe me.”

Present

After I stormed out of the room I share with Ali I ran... yes literally ran out of the hotel and out into the street. Well okay it was more like the sidewalk but whatever, I’m going for dramatic story telling here. I was angry, hurt and confused as to why my teammates couldn’t just believe me. I’ve never lied to them before, not ever. If something was going on I would have told them. And I genuinely have no clue where these bruises came from, I don’t remember hurting myself badly in practices or games and I don’t do any other crazy activities that would warrant the sudden appearance of severe looking injuries. I knew I just needed to clear my head so I started walking in a random direction hoping to get my thoughts together.

After a while I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and knew it was probably one of my teammates looking for me so I ignored it. My phone stopped ringing only for a short time before it stared up again. This went on for several long minutes before it finally stopped. After each attempt from whoever was trying reach me there was a separate single vibrate indicating they left a message. I felt a little guilty for disappearing and probably worrying everyone but they shouldn’t have assumed or accused me of lying. Thinking they finally got the message that I didn’t want to speak to them I continued walking god knows where trying to think of what to say when I finally decided to go back. I was really deep in thought, trying to remember if and when I got the bruises. Obviously they don’t just appear like magic. They have to be caused by something, but... what? All the sudden I was hit with a vague memory

“Huh?... Wha- where am I?”

“You fell asleep on the couch dear. Don’t you remember? It was really adorable actually. My mom said super sweetly.

That’s weird, she’s never overly sweet with me, like ever.

“No, I don’t remember doing that.”

I looked around and the tv was on, which is also rare. It was playing a random comedy movie. Comedy? My parents don’t even like comedy movies.

“Oh well you did. Right after dinner, you dragged your feet over to the couch and was out like a light before we knew it.” She said casually.

My dad waltzed in like everything was totally normal. What the fuck is going on. Why don’t I even remember eating dinner? How long have I been here? Why does my body hurt so much?

I came back to the present feeling slightly uneasy. I remembered now a little bit of what happened when I got to my parents house and a little bit of what happened after I woke up from my nap. They managed to convince me everything was fine after that and I left assuming they were telling me the truth because I was too tired and too annoyed to argue. But the more I thought about it the more I wondered just how much of what they said is true. Why were there huge gaps in my time with them? And why do I get the feeling that the weird gut feeling I have isn’t a coincidence? I got lost in thought again but it was peaceful this time and quiet which I was relishing in.

Unfortunately the peace and quiet only lasted for a few minutes when I started to get what I assumed were dozens of texts. I finally got fed up and decided to silence my phone completely. When I unlocked it I saw a glimpse of some of the worried texts from the team. They all pretty much said the same thing;

“Y/N please come back. I’m sorry for saying I didn’t believe you. I’m just concerned about you. I want to talk and I’ll listen to whatever you have to say. Just please come back.”- Ali

“Hey kid, heard what happened. Wanna talk?”- T

“Y/n where are you? I heard what happened and that you left?? please come back, we’re worried.”- Christen

“Bruh what the hell? let’s talk?”- Ash

“where r u?”- Mal

“It’s not safe for you to be out by yourself. Ali told us about the other bruises. Whatever this is we’ll help you. We’re gonna start searching for you if you don’t get your ass back here soon. We love you.”- Alex

And it went on like that as every single member of the team texted me some variation of that and the voicemails they all left were much the same. I started to feel more guilty but let my anger keep me from replying to them. They can stew a little longer.

Meanwhile back at the Hotel...

CHRISTEN PRO//

“Okay, so tell us exactly what happened.”

“I saw the bruises when she was changing, which I happened to walk in on. I don’t think she was expecting me. I asked her what happened and she said that nothing had happened and I asked her about the bruises I saw on her arm, shoulder and spine and she continued to tell me she has no idea where they came from. I told her I didn’t believe her and then she got upset and she just... left.”

“Just like that? She didn’t say where she was going?”

“No, she was so angry she just stormed out and when I tried to follow after her she was already gone.”

“And she’s still not answering her phone. Damnit kid come on, where are you?”

“She’s not safe out there on her own, we have to go look for her.”

“And how are we supposed to find her when she doesn’t have her location on and is doing everything she can’t to ignore us?”

“I have no idea but we have to try.”

“We will, but we should give her a little more time. It’s possible she’s just around the corner cooling off. She’ll come back when she’s ready.”

“You’re right.”

“Guys I hate to steer us back into more serious topics but shouldn’t we be talking about the bruises she has that started all of this?”

“What do you guys think they’re from?” Megan asked.

“I want to believe her when she says she doesn’t know but I mean how can you just not know about bruises as severe as those?” Ash said.

“I mean... I’ve had some pretty bad ones I don’t remember getting from anywhere.” Mal said off-handily.

I saw some of the rest of the team nod silently, indicating that they too had, had the same thing happen to them. And I had to admit that I had my fair share of bumps and bruises that I couldn’t explain because they just seemed to appear but I was still concerned for our youngest teammate as it was getting pretty late and it was already dark outside.

“Oh god, you don’t think it’s her parents do you?” Tobin asked no one in particular.

We all paused for a moment to process what she was implying and I know we were silently hoping, praying that they wouldn’t do that to her. That they wouldn’t beat their own child.

“No, there’s no way. She’s told us that they love and support her and that even though they aren’t around much they still care about her.”

“Right, you’re right.”

“It has to be them though, I mean there’s no other explanation. She didn’t have them before or after practice right?” Alex asked.

“No, she didn’t.” Lindsey said solemnly.

“Do you really think parents can just flip a switch? Just like that? Be caring and supportive one minute and violent then next?”

“It’s possible.”

“No, just don’t even go there. I refuse to believe they would do that.”

“We would have seen the bruises if she had them before, since we all change in the same locker room together for practices and games remember?” I said

“Fuck. When I get my hands on them I swear to god...”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence because Y/n walked into the dining hall where we were all gathered.

“Get your hands on who?” She asked quietly

“Kid...”

“Y/n holy shit, thank god.”

“And she lives!... not the time? Got it.”

“Y/N... we need to talk.”

“Why? There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t know what Ali told you, but I don’t know where these fucking bruises came from okay? I don’t know. I’m sorry, I know that probably isn’t what you wanted to hear but it’s the truth. If you don’t believe me that’s fine but i’m not talking about it anymore.”

“Sweetie please just hear us out okay? We’re worried about you and getting defensive about them isn’t helping your case.” I said, trying to reach out for her but she backed away from me.

“Defensive? I’m just upset because you all still don’t seem to get it.”

“We want to get it, please just talk to us.”

“No.”

“Y/N, please just...”

“No! Okay, just no. I said we weren’t talking about it again and that’s final. What happened to “I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.” Huh, Ali? Good to know that was complete bullshit.”

“I’m sorry baby, please believe me, we just...”

“Oh believe you? For what? You clearly still don’t believe me so why should I give you that courtesy? You know what, this is all just fucking stupid anyways. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

And with that she disappeared up to the room she’s sharing with Ali. Leaving us all more confused and concerned than ever.

“Well... that went well.”

“Shut up Emily, so not the time.”

//End

Okay so yes that is yet another cliffhanger of sorts, I’m sorry but I thought that was a good place to end it. Just know that Y/N genuinely doesn’t remember a lot of what’s going on, just like she says. Her parents are definitely sus asf.

I’m actually writing part 3 rn so that should be up within the next day or so. I know I keep disappearing but my life is totally a mess rn lol. I’m back now tho and am excited to finally get to all the requests I have. Im so sorry for those waiting I haven’t forgotten. Promise.

-N

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