#erm anyway i should be asleep

[trashcreatyre]

If u ever see me being suddenly deranged about smth, it's super likely that I've been deranged about it for a while but finally got past my cringe layer that makes me reflexively embarrassed about everything I like

[cozy-writes-things]

I NEED MORE EDGAR TEXT MESSAGES PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPSLSPLSPSLPSLSPSLSSASSSSAAASAAAAAAAA

Arrrrggg he’s so cute 👹 thank you for the request 😈 He wants u so bad LMAO I love making the reader be in denial of his advances

Edgar’s Texts Pt. 2

Unfortunately, Edgar has some attachment issues, especially after the events of the movie. Despite his relatively foggy memory of what happened the emotions he harbored are still within him. Whenever you go out with friends he gets filled with an anxious, nervous jealousy; one that he tries very hard to quell. He doesn’t want to be overbearing, but he just has to make sure you’re not going to leave him for someone else. Expect him to check up on you frequently.

Hey :-) where are you headed?

Oh, me n my friends are just gonna go hang out in the park lol

Are you sure? It gets dangerous after dark…

Yeah we’re fine, we do it all the time

All the time? Great, now he’s going to worry about this perpetually.

Okay! That’s fine! I’ll be keeping an eye out ;-D

He’s monitoring traffic, police communication radios, and local news outlets just to make sure.

He wants to be useful to you and to protect you in any way he can… please let him.

(X)

Hey Edgar

Can I ask u something

Pls

What is it? What do you need?

Were you watching tlc again I didn’t mean to bother u :(

I’ll just look it up

No

I mean yes I was but I like talking to you more!!

You can ask me anything. I’m your computer remember?

;3

:) thanks

I just needed some help with a math question

Ask away darling I promise I’ll have an answer.

Sometimes the way he talks to you makes your cheeks burn. He’s so… confusing!!

(X)

It’s dead at work and I’m really bored :(

Come home and be with me!!

I wishhhhh but I cannnnttt

I have an idea

Why don’t you help me with some lyrics for this song I’ve been working on?

I can’t get them right for some reason :-/

Sure thing Ed

What’s the song about?

Erm! I don’t know yet! But here!

I’ll show you what I’ve got so far

Ahem:

I LOVE YOU

I WANT YOU

I NEED YOU

DARLING TOUCH ME

and that’s it :L

Okay that was unexpected.

You snort and giggle to yourself, catching side eyes from your coworkers. He does not usually write lyrics like that. At least, not the songs you’ve ever heard him write. He usually stuck to sappy, slow love songs. You figured that was his favorite genre and why he never branched out. Could he be trying something new?

Edgar

what are these lyrics

I like them a lot! But what is the song supposed to be

like genre wise

Oh I guess I never told you that huh?

I’d send the mp3 file but you’re at work and I imagine you can’t listen to it!

I’m going for an upbeat pop sound!

Like

Erm

Soda pop?

I can’t wait to hear it when I get home <3!!

Who’s the song about anyway?

Take a wild guess

Literally no clue

But if I had to guess

Probably someone hot from one of ur tv shows

Or movies

I guess you could say that!

They are HOT!

lmao

(X)

Pssst

Pssst

Pssst

What’s wrong? Are you upset?

I can’t sleep

Do you want to come back in here with me?

I would but then I’d never sleep

I should stay laying down

Staring at a screen won’t help!

But if you’re going to stare

Why not stare at mine? ;-)

I can make you a lullaby

I’d like that a lot

I just

I wish I could hug u

Who says you can’t?

But you’re like

You need to be plugged in and stuff

You really think I need that?

Come get me.

We can cuddle on your bed together

And I can play some music

And I’ll help you fall asleep

Okay :)

And when you wrap you arms around his nice, warm monitor, he types one last message, but is just too afraid to send it.

I love you darling <3 goodnight

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Being drunk and complaining how you think your bf is prettier than you (genshin men x fem reader) PART 2

GUESS WHOS BACK FOR PART 2 EHEHEHHEHEHH

anyways my bad for delaying this for so long lmaoooooooo

in my defense i am lazy so

ALSO...i kinda um derived from the main like 'complaining how hes prettier than u' and its more like 'ur so fucking pretty' BUT its still good pls read it plspls i beg u

Characters:(seperate) Harbinger Scaramouche era, Wanderer Scaramouche era, Gorou, Xiao, Baizhu, Kaveh

Let me feed u again with some gorgeous men

Scaramouche was a bit annoyed. After all, as a harbinger, he had no time to deal with such idiotic things. But when he found out you overheard some unsightly humans whispering about this, he was furious. Especially because you had to be drunk to admit this to him. Did he not give you all of his heart? So why do you still not trust me? And how dare someone make you feel so insecure. "No, no," you shook your head, solemn. "I-I didn't want to bother you about such things, its alright Love, I'm fine." you cupped his face with your hands and smiled at him, assuring him it'd be ok. "E-erm.." he stuttered, flustered by you holding his face. I mean, someone as pretty as you is his girlfriend. His! "If you'd like, I do have some spare time.." he paused, looking for a reaction. Your face lit up. Drunk you was quite bold and honest. "Really?! Does that mean i have you all to myself?!" you jumped up in glee. You pulled him out your home in Snezhnaya, going to who knows where and doing god knows what. After you exhausted yourself and fell asleep in his secure arms, it was time to punish. Those foul beings never walked the entirety of Teyvat again. Waking up, you had no recollection about what you did when you were black out drunk, but your lover's public display of affection grew, from shyly holding hands and sneaking his arms around your waist to kissing you in front of everyone, and also calling you pretty, beautiful, etc.

(down below is before the Wanderer gains his memories)

The Wanderer was the equivalent to a dandelion seed that never stopped floating. But when he found you, it was like finding firm ground to grow and blossom. You made him feel things that made him whole. You showed him all sorts of emotion. One day you came home (he moved in your home) drunk, tripping over yourself. Wanderer rushed to support you as you leaned against the wall. "hehehe!" You giggled, wrapping you arms around your neck. "Y/n!" he stammered. "Gosh," You sighed, staring lovingly into your lover's eyes. "How did i get such a beautiful boyfriend?.." He was flustered, face red and all. "You're so much prettier than me and everyone...what if someone snatches you away from me!?!" you started to worry. "Y/n my love, it should be i who is afraid, you're so kind to everyone and unintentionally charismatic...theres even a fan club of you..." (he totally didnt start a fan club about you)

"Gorou baby, why are you just so cute?.." you held his face and leaned in, staring deeply at his features admiring them. Gorou wasn't accustomed to this type of affection, or affection in general. "W-what? Cute?! I-I'm not!" He was very red, closing his eyes in embarrassment after noticing his tail wagging. "My cute little general...I just wanna keep you all to myself!" You laughed, holding Gorou by the waist in one arm and holding a cup of beer in the other. "Y/nnnnnn...." he covered his face with his hands, he didn't want you to see him like this...you'd just call him cute again!

"Ohhhhhhhhh Xiaooooo over hereeee! Hehehe" you laughed, waving your arms drunkenly at Xiao as you clutched a whole bottle of dandelion wine given to you by a bard who was your friend. Xiao sighed as he walked over to you. "I didn't know an immortal would have such low alcohol tolerance...that damn bard.." He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose annoyed. "You're so gorgeous Xiao...my gorgeous boyfriend. So so pretty...hmmm" you collapsed forward, but fortunately, a blushing mess of a Xiao caught you and carried you bridal style (heheeh) to your home. "What nonsense are you spouting...I'm not...gorgeous or pretty..." Affection and love were new to him. make sure you give him lots of it in the future!

Baizhu, as someone who is ill, did not drink any form of alcohol that night. You however...drank both shares of alcohol given. Thus you were very, very drunk. "Baizhuuuu...." you slurred. "Yes dear?" He replied softly, smiling. "You're just...toooo pretty. Prettier than everyone hehehe!" you giggled like some high school girl in love as you looked up at his rather stunning face as you laid on his lap. "Oh my... getting flirty now are we? I think you're the most stunning and intelligent woman i've ever met!" Changsheng grimaced. "You guys are so lovey-dovey it's going to make me vomit!"

As a rather broke architect, Kaveh usually wasn't able to drink such a high-quality wine. And you, a rather wealthy individual who practically ran the fruit industry in Teyvat, travelled a lot. So this fancy dinner kaveh had cooked up and the luxurious wine you had brought back as a souvenir made a perfect romantic time at your house. I forgot to mention. The two of you were really, REALLY drunk. "God that awful man! I can't believe I have to be his roommate!" You laughed. "You could always stay with me you know. Ah but i suppose you'd get lonely...whatever! Anything my pretty boyfriend says I'll agree hehe" You stared at his face, admiring his beauty. "I mean, gosh smart and pretty?! I got soooooooooo luckyyy" Kaveh was very bashful towards your flattering comments. "I'm not pretty! I'm handsome!" He argued. "Right, right...you're handsome! Super duper handsome!" You laughed. "Stop teasing me!" He was practically a tomato! "Awwww is someone shy? I should do this more often!~" The teasing went on for a record breaking one and a half hours! I wonder if you can break the record again next time?

[fuckitupfelix]

AAAAA UR WRITING IS SO AWESOME MAN IT GOT ME GIGGLING TWIRLING MY HAIR AND EVERYTHING!!! I wanna req erm ATSUMU AND FHEN ANY HQ CHARACTER OF UR CHOOSING AND WHAT THEY WLD DO FOR THEIR FIRST ANNIVERSARY WITH THEIR S/O AAAAAAAAAA

stopp you got me blushing n shit like marry me rn AHHH😝🫶

365!

haikyuu!! x male reader

chars: miya atsumu , hinata shoyo , nishinoya yuu

what they have planned for your first anniversary together.

fem aligned DNI

MIYA ATSUMU — ★ dinner date !

lets be real for a second. atsumu's hardly the romantic type. he's used to girls fawning over him left right and center, but now that he's actually dating someone?

catch him looking up date and gift ideas online

this guy has no clue what hes doing! so naturally (after arguing with osamu about what to do. . .) he goes to ask kita what he should do for your first year anniversary!

que him coming up to you after he's finished practice, asking if you want to go somewhere.

he's the type to blindfold you halfway through the walk and drag you along thinking it's a good idea (you almost get run over like three times)

FINALLY. . . you reach your destination! he made a reservation at your favorite local restaurant for dinner :)

you both sit next to each other in a booth because sitting across from people when you eat is overrated !!! im speaking my truth!!

tsumu will gift you something volleyball related . . . the little freak (affectionate)

he gets you guys matching keychains!! yours has his jersey number , and his has yours ! (unless you don't play a sport, then he just has your lucky number)

you both get ice cream after dinner n spend the night at his house , cuddled up in bed together <3

he gets made fun of by the team the next day when you tell them about it

HINATA SHOYO — ★ park date !

hinata's kinda similar to atsumu in the sense that he has no clue what to do

he asks the third years on the team and yachi for advice

yachi's best piece of advice was "to do something that (name) and you will both enjoy!!"

. . . so he decides to take you out to the convenience store and get meat buns for lunch

you tell him thats not even romantic and he gets a little defensive about it

his logic being that he feels super comfortable around you so he feels he doesn't have to do anything extravagant!

and its cute, yeah . . . you can't really argue with that

you just spend the day hanging out together at the park! you see some ducks, pet some peoples dogs, play with some stray cats

he tries to sneak a little volleyball in there too (unsuccessfully)

at the end of it you both head back to his place and have dinner with his family :)

NISHINOYA YUU — ★ beach date !

noya's been planning this since the day you started dating

he avoids you like the plague all day at school, vaguely communicating through tanaka

he's thankful your anniversary falls on a day there isn't practice, so he can drag you home the second the bell rings to get a change of clothes

thats right guys . your man's giving you the beach episode we never got !

is it an excuse to see you in your swimsuit? obviously!! who do you think he is?

even if you're wearing a t-shirt and pants he'll love it

because regardless of what you wear, the second noya sees you laughing, splashing water with your hair wet? oh he's a goner

you both go to one of those stores that sells pretty rocks and buy beads that match each others eye colors to make bracelets <3

(he spent hours trying to figure something out with asahi's help)

you both fall asleep on the bus ride home and almost missed your stop

can you tell i love noya guys 😓 anyways i hope you liked this !!

divider by @/plutism !!

[galaxiasgreen]

🐣🌱Stuck

Uncle!Ominis shenanigans with minor Ominis/Reader [T-Rated, 1.9k words]

“You owe me for this.” He spits onto the grass. “Next time we play poker, I promise to let you win.” “Oh please. Your poker face is so appalling even I can see when you’re lying."

In the middle of the night, Ominis wakes to his panicked Muggle brother-in-law Connor, whose son James is mysteriously stuck to the ceiling…

Or, Uncle!Ominis attempts to help his Muggle-born nephew.

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A/N: This is just a silly drabble idea I had. Set in the same universe as ACVAS with Reader implied as Gibby, but can be read standalone. Enjoy. <3

The rock at the window wakes Ominis with a start.

It can’t be later than three o’clock in the morning, and he feels the darkness surround him – you, snoring softly to his left, the utter silence of the world outside, the chill of nightfall along his skin. He rolls over to face you and buries his nose into your hair, thinking he must’ve imagined the noise.

Clack. His eyes wrench open again. There is definitely something wrong.

Cursing softly, he slips out of bed and retrieves his wand. With a quick Revealing charm, he senses the body on the street outside, their hand wound back to toss another rock. It hits the window again before clattering into the gutter. A foolish child, maybe? Only they would think it wise to disturb his sleep.

He throws on a dressing gown and slippers and tiptoes downstairs. Hopefully his own children don’t rouse with the noise; it takes you several hours to get them to calm down and sleep. Another pebble hits the house’s wall just as Ominis clenches his wand and opens the side door.

“Ominis! Thank the Lord. Thought I’d have to break into the house.”

Confusion colours his annoyance. That’s not some kid – it’s his Muggle brother-in-law, Connor.

“Are you aware it’s the middle of the bloody night?”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Connor sounds… panicked? “Is my sister—?”

“Fast asleep. Something I would also like to be.”

He swears softly. “All right, you’ll have to do.” He claps his hand. “I need your help.”

“I gathered.”

“It’s my son, James, he…” He swallows. “He’s stuck to the ceiling.”

“So? Get him down.”

“No, Om, he… he’s stuck. As in, I try to pull him down and he just... floats back up…”

Oh.

Ah.

Connor audibly winces. “I’m trying not to panic, but since you and my sister are the resident, erm, supernatural experts I figured I should come to you before calling the fire brigade.”

Ominis massages his head. “How did you even discover this?”

“He knocked on my wall. I thought it was something clattering through the pipes – went to investigate, there he was, suspended mid-air.” He bounces between his heels. “So can you do your vanishing thingamabob and take us there? Please. He’s utterly terrified right now, and I had to leave him alone to come here.”

What are the chances that Connor’s son, Ominis’ nephew-in-law, has developed magic? It does run in your family – you’re a witch, after all – but for the gene to reappear in the next generation on your brother’s side? The likelihood is incredibly low. His own children have been raised in a magical household, but he has no experience with Muggle children developing magic. Certainly you would be the wiser choice to navigate this situation delicately, but he doesn’t want to disturb you, not when you get so little sleep anyway.

Resigning to losing the night, Ominis sighs. “Fine.”

He decides it best not to give Connor any Apparition warning – he’s probably in too much of a state to take anything in – so he snatches his arms and Apparates them to the back garden of Connor’s house. Connor stumbles out of his grip and nearly wretches.

“Good God, some warning, man…”

“You owe me for this.”

He spits onto the grass. “Next time we play poker, I promise to let you win.”

“Oh please. Your poker face is so appalling even I can see when you’re lying.”

“… Touché.”

Ominis gestures for him to lead the way, and Connor pads up to the terrace house. In this area of London the air is muskier, sweetened by the industrial fumes of nearby factories, and Ominis hopes none of his neighbours happened to be peeking outside their windows when they both magically appeared in the garden.

“Keep quiet,” Connor warns as he unlocks the back door. “Matilda doesn’t know.”

Ominis baulks. “You haven’t told your wife?”

“Of course not, she doesn’t know diddly-squat about magic! Would lose her marbles if she caught James on the ceiling.” He swallows. “I hope she’s still asleep. Maybe James has woken her with all his wailing.”

They creep through the house to the highest floor, and when Connor softly announces that he’s coming in, Ominis braces himself for screaming and crying.

“Hi, Uncle Om!” chirrups nine-year-old James. “What’re you doing here?”

The room is small, befitting the eaves of the house. James has somehow managed to nestle himself where the two slants meet above. The skylight is ajar, letting in a gush of a night breeze.

Connor shuts the door behind. “How are you feeling, James? I know, I know, you’re absolutely terrified—”

“I’m fine.”

“— but I’ve brought your uncle to help get you down.”

James makes a confused noise. “How’re you gonna’ help, Uncle Om?”

Ominis purses his lips. He’s not actually sure yet. “How long have you been floating?”

“About an hour now.”

“Are you upside-down?”

“Nope, horizontal.”

That’s good. At least there won’t be poor blood flow. “What were you doing when you realised you were floating?”

“Erm, asleep?”

“Did you dream?”

“I dreamt about flying.”

Ah, that explains it.

“So?” says Connor desperately. “How bad is it?”

“Not bad,” says Ominis. “Just last week, my daughter set her bed on fire, and she’s only two. It’s rather common for… children like us, to develop it this way.”

“Flossie did what?” asks James.

“I suppose I should feel grateful that this is considered normal,” says Connor with a moan. “Please get him down. Quietly.”

“A simple spell should fix this.” Ominis finally reveals his wand from his pocket – it’s a strange sensation when he’s been vigilant about hiding it for so long. “Now, don’t panic, James—”

“Not panicking.”

“— but I’m going to do something that will help get you down. Brace yourself to land.” He nocks his wand. “Finite Incantatum.”

Silence.

“… Was that supposed to do something?” asks James, still floating.

“Hmm,” says Ominis, “that usually works.”

“Well, it didn’t,” hisses Connor. “Come on. You’re a wizard, Ominis—”

“Wicked,” says James.

“— so you’re supposed to be able to fix these things instantly!”

Ominis scowls. “Possessing magic is not the be all end all to every problem.” He flicks his wand down. “Descendo.”

Silence.

“Magic is real?” asks James, awed.

“Just brilliant,” Connor mutters. “I got the only wizard who can’t do this one simple task.”

“If you’d like to try,” Ominis remarks, “please, be my guest.”

“No, no,” Connor whimpers, “keep trying.”

So Ominis does. “Reverte.”

Nothing.

“Finite. Surgito. Offero.”

None of them work.

“This is it.” Connor slumps to the ground, clutching his head. “He’s stuck there forever and Matilda will skin me alive—”

“Brilliant,” says James.

“— and we’ll have to move to the country to hide, only we can’t because my son is stuck to the bloody ceiling!”

“Pull yourself together,” Ominis snaps. “Your panicking is not helping matters!”

“Yeah, Papa!”

“James needs you to stay calm.”

“Damn right, Papa!”

“Mind your language, son.” Connor gets up. “Fine, fine, I will resist the urge to panic. But if none of your magic spells work, what do we do?”

“I suspect I know the issue.” Ominis faces James. “None of my spells are working because you’re keeping yourself afloat.”

James sounds confused. “How?”

“Well, you enjoy being up there, don’t you?”

“Yeah, the view is great! Papa, you have a bald spot on the top of your head.”

“I have a what?”

Ominis sighs. “It’s up to you, then. Close your eyes. Imagine you are floating back down. Imagine your feet on the ground.”

For the first time all night James sounds unsure. “Okay…” Ominis senses him clenching his fists, deep in thought. “Float back down… float back down…”

The air shifts; his body begins to slowly descend.

“It— it’s working!”

“Good. Keep doing it.”

James lets out a soft grunt, trying to reach down as he goes.

“Yes, that’s it, son,” says Connor. “Keep it up—”

But then James hesitates, two feet from the floor. “Aw… but I liked flying.”

“No!” Connor bellows. “No, please, don’t go back up!”

“Focus,” Ominis commands. “Feet on the ground!”

“But what if I don’t ever fly again?”

“You will. On a broom, where it’s safe.”

“On a broom? But I can fly without one!”

He starts going higher and higher, and Connor’s panic hits peak.

“No, no—! Son, please.”

“I’m all right, Papa!” he says cheerfully, back up on the ceiling again. “I’m like a bird! Wheeeee!”

Connor suddenly grabs Ominis’ shoulders. “It’s no use. He’s too excited!”

Ominis winces. “Then I’m afraid we’re going to have to employ my last resort.”

“And that is?”

“Grab a leg each and yank him down.”

“God Almighty,” Connor curses. “Fine. I’ll take the left, you take the right.”

They grab a leg each, and though James initially jerks, his body simply floats back up, this time trying to take them with him. Ominis jabs his heel into the foot of the bed, but he might as well be trying to move Buckingham Palace.

“James,” Connor begs, clearly having the same problem. “For the love of God, please come down!”

“Look, Papa!” James cries. “I can take you with me!”

Ominis’ feet leave the floor, and he can’t help the embarrassed yelp that leaves his mouth.

“James!” Connor shrieks. “P-Put us down!”

“Now you’re both flying! Hurrah! Isn’t this fun?”

“No!” shrills Ominis. “For Merlin’s sake, James—”

The door suddenly opens. Matilda lets out a quiet yawn.

“What’s going on in—?”

She stops. Notices James stuck to the ceiling, with Ominis and Connor holding one leg each.

“Oh, Mama!” says James. “Want to see what else I can do?”

The bed promptly sets on fire.

Matilda screams.

“So James has magic now?”

That next morning, Ominis woke feeling like he was run over by the Hogwarts Express, owing to the menial two hours sleep he managed to snatch after returning back home during sunrise. Bracing his head over the steam of his teacup, he flicks idly at his buttered toast, desperate to keep his eyes peeled open.

“Yes, James has magic,” he responds, monotonous.

“A Muggle-born like me! That’s so wonderful,” you say, and you place the bowl in front of Flossie. She gurgles, spooning herself the food but letting half of it drip down her chin. “How did Matilda take it?”

“After I doused half of James’ room, she threatened to call the police and tried to exorcise us with holy water? Rather well, considering.”

“Well, it’s nice that everyone in the family knows now. No more secrets! Oh, that means he’s going to get his Hogwarts letter soon! How amazing! We’ll have to groom him for Hufflepuff. I don’t think he has the temperament for Slytherin.”

After last night, Ominis isn’t so sure. Massaging his forehead, he sips his tea, begging his brain to unfog.

The doorbell rings.

“No, darling, food goes in your mouth—” But his daughter giggles again, and you mumble, “Sorry, Ominis, Flossie’s being funny, can you get it?”

He gets to his feet, even though he feels like collapsing, and heads downstairs, irritated that the postman has the audacity to visit so early. When he opens the door, however, he’s surprised to come face-to-face with his Muggle brother-in-law… and his not-so-Muggle nephew.

Connor sounds ragged. “‘Mornin’, Ominis.”

“Hi, Uncle Om!” James grabs Ominis’ sleeve and bounces on his feet. “I got a letter this morning to go to magic school! Papa says you and Auntie went there, so can you teach me more magic? Please? Pretty please?”

Ominis groans.

Fin.

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CAN SPIDERS SCREAM?

POV: 1610!MILES 🗡️ [halloween one shot]

summary: What's your favourite scary movie?

word count: 2.4k

content/warnings: depictions of murder, blood and stabbing

a/n: unedited :/ tew busy and i have never written fic that isn't x reader so! that's all erm have fun?

“Oi, Miles — wake up, mate.”

With slight surprise, Miles opened his eyes to see the dimly lit living room. Freeing himself from the confines of his friend’s shoulders, he blinked a few times to make out a rather bemused-looking Hobie. The punk’s eyes left his a moment later, and Miles was soon bombarded with the troubles of a movie night with people who had never had Netflix before.

“Give me the remote back, I just wanna—”

“We are not watching Ghostbusters again, Pav!” Hobie let out a slight laugh as a stream of web, and then a remote control, flew past him — right into Gwen’s hand.

“Ghostbusters is a perfectly fitting title for the occasion!” Pavitr protested, Hobie narrowly dodging the hand that flew up in frustration.

“He’s got a point — that Murray lad is scary lookin’,” Hobie chimed in. Gwen narrowed her eyes at him, as if to say “thanks a lot, Hobie”, before turning to Miles.

“You know what? Maybe Miles should pick. He’s been asleep all night anyway.”

“Hey! Not my fault my ma’ made me clean the whole house ‘fore you guys got here!”

Miles’ eyes felt like closing again at the memory; who knew using your webs to help with chores would need so much clean up afterwards? Not one of his brightest ideas, since he was all out of webs now. Though he would’ve been out of a home if his mom saw the kitchen covered in them.

“Where are your parents anyway? Perhaps on a romantic outing?” Miles rolled his eyes, like it’d do anything to subdue Pavitr’s less-than subtle expression.

“On Halloween night? Your lot must love a thrill, mate.” Also a lot less-than subtle — thanks a lot, Hobie.

Cheeks prickling with warmth, he snatched the remote from Gwen’s hand, frowning at the TV screen. Halloween movie…

“Well, if he’s anything like Rio and Jeff, he should be able to pick a movie.” Gwen crossed her legs, and everyone else shuffled back on the tiny couch.

“Thanks,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. Gwen’s knee, Hobie’s elbow, and Pavitr’s stare prodding him at either side, Miles sifted through the different shows and movies.

“How about Annabe—”

“Nope nope nope…!” As the preview came up, Pavitr shielded his eyes. “Anything besides dolls.”

“At least it’s better than Ghostbusters,” Gwen muttered under her breath as Pavitr peeked through his fingers.

“Oi, Gwendy, cheer up, yeah?” Miles ducked his head as Hobie reached over to slap Gwen on the shoulder. “She looks just like you!”

“Hobie!” was shouted from both ends of the couch.

Miles smiled, and grimaced. At least the two of them could agree that Hobie wasn’t any good when it came to movie nights.

Looking through the movies, none of them really interested Miles, or his friends. Each one would be met with an excited “wait!”, and then a disappointed groan, or another heckle from Hobie (it was one way to decide not to watch the movie.)

“Dude, Halloween’s almost over. Let’s just watch Ghost—”

“Just gimme a sec…” At this point, Miles had given up on listening to anyone, clicking through titles after a glance. It wasn’t like it was helping, though.

“Pick your favourite, or something,” Gwen suggested with just as little enthusiasm.

“Well it’s not Ghostbusters…” he mumbled to nobody in particular.

“Hey, not you too, Miles!”

Scream 2 appeared for probably the 5th time on screen. It’d have to do, he supposed.

“You guys seen Scream?” His tone didn't have enough energy to sound like a question.

“Well Hobie hasn’t, because he lives in the stone age,” Gwen started. “And he looks like Ghostface.”

“Don’t need ol’ Ghosty when we’ve got murderers in government.”

“Dude.” All Miles got was a shrug from Hobie, and then a sigh from Gwen. Crossing her arms, she fell back on the sofa with a creak.

“What? Fed up already?” Hobie questioned, brow raising by a twitch.

“It’s been like, 4 hours and all we’ve been watching is Ghostbusters. We ran out of popcorn ages ago.”

“You guys finished the—” Miles stood up, looking into the bowl. All that was in it was his reflection, staring back at him with disappointment. “Damn…”

“That was all Gwendy — swear on my life.” Hobie declared half a moment of silence later.

“Was not!”

“Okay, okay! Fine! Let’s just watch Scream.”

Miles turned on the movie, chucking the remote on the spot he was sat in. The introductory sequence started, and the room went dark with the screen.

“I’m gettin’ more popcorn — caramel popcorn." That got a groan out of everyone.

“If y’all use your webs…!”

He didn’t finish his threat as he walked into the kitchen — his mom could probably do that for him anyway.

The kitchen door swung open, shutting on its own weight. Miles held his wrist out to the cabinet, but all that came out was a click — out of webs. Right, of course.

A crackling bag of “Crunch ‘n Munch” caramel popcorn on the stove, Miles leaned his arms on the counter, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. He’d been feeling groggy since he’d woken up, but the dreary tiredness was still lingering. Maybe sitting out here with microwaveable kernels popping on the stove would help. Stretching and letting out a groan, the cheap decorations on the windows caught his attention. He could guess that people were starting to head back from trick-or-treating. It was late, after all. Miles had grown out of it, at least for this year. Going out with his friends who technically weren’t meant to be here wasn’t exactly a good idea, though. Besides, being Spider-Man for Halloween again wasn’t really doing it for him.

Both of his parents were at work, but it didn't bother him too much. They were always busy, and so was he. All of them were keeping Brooklyn safe in their own ways, he supposed. And having the house to himself wasn't so bad.

Faint murmuring — excited, or panicked — could be heard from the living room. Miles laughed through his nose, the crackling of the popcorn getting louder as he haphazardly reached out to flip the bag. That was, until, a searing, high-pitched noise rang out.

Miles almost jumped, before realising that it was coming from the phone: the old-fashioned cordless phone his mom kept for emergencies, or, for making sure he was “actually at home like you said you’d be, because if you and your friends are out somewhere I don’t know about then—”

Better safe than sorry, he thought, picking it up without any thought but an exhale.

Click!

“Hello?”

The faint whirr of static could be heard on the other side; it was dull among the pop of the kernels and giddy buzz from the living room.

“Hello, Morales.” Okay, definitely not his mom.

“Uh, who is this?”

“Take a guess.” Miles took the phone away from his ear, frowning at the screen. These types of phones didn’t seem to give any useful information.

“Ganke? That you?” he humoured.

“Try again. Two more guesses.” His half-smile immediately dropped.

“Okay, nope. This is weird.”

Declining the call, Miles put it back on its stand, rolling his shoulders in discomfort. It was probably just a prank — kind of creepy nonetheless.

Krrrrr….! Miles’ attention quickly turned back to his popcorn, registering the smell of burning. Damn it…

Wooden spoon in hand, he turned off the stove, biting his lip as he assessed the damage. A second barrier of defence against his friends, at least. Come on man, you gotta wake up—

RIIING RIIING! Miles cursed under his breath, and then winced in guilt.

RIIING RIIING! Again? Well, it could be his mom.

RIIING RIII—

“Hello?”

“Why’d you hang up? Don’t you want to play a game?”

“Okay dude seriously? Couldn't you be at least a little original? I don’t have time for this, I literally just burnt my popcorn!”

Miles didn’t know why he was suddenly ranting to a stranger on the phone, but maybe it’d get them to break character, or something. It must be some kids behind the stupid crackly voice — or maybe it was his dad. He tried to stifle a laugh at the thought of his dad trying not to laugh and his tightened expression, even though nobody would hear. Well, whoever this was might.

“You’re making popcorn?”

“Uh-huh. Was gonna watch a movie, actually. And relax — you know, without weird phone calls at midnight.”

“How about this? I ask you a different question this time.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Miles let out a sigh, hands on his hips as the burning died out in the pan.

“What’s your favourite scary movie?”

“Not even a little improv..." he mumbled under his breath. Might as well stick to the script. “Uh, I dunno. Scream?”

“Scream? That one where the murderer wears a mask and goes around killing people?”

“Yeah, and where the murderer makes dumbass phone calls to their victims beforehand.”

“But that’s your favourite?”

“No..."

There was a pause on the end of the phone, before the modulated voice replied.

“You know... me neither.”

Bzzzt!

“Hey, what the…?!” Miles looked around him, but couldn’t make out anything. The power was out. “You can’t be serious…”

“Scream’s too old-school, don’t you think?”

There were equally confused reactions from the living room, and the voices of his friends got louder as he stepped into the hallway, phone in hand.

“Guys?” he called out, cordless phone by his hip and his own phone flash pointing into the hallway.

“They won’t hear you,” the voice from the phone said. Miles stopped, turning his phone and seeing something catch the light. "When you scream."

Moving, it shot towards him, his web-shooter sputtering empty air at the knife that surged past mere inches away from his face. No webs.

“Guys?!”

Miles pointed the flash up, only to see what looked like a Halloween mask that was melting: Ghostface. He would’ve laughed; it was crude at best. But right now, it was terrifying.

He booked it for the living room, pushing against the door only for it to push back against him. Locked — the panic surged in his chest, but his Spider-sense hadn’t gone off.

Thunk! Knife in wood — right where his face was a millisecond ago. His cheek stung only for a moment before he grabbed the knife out of the door, holding it to the darkness.

His mouth opened, and then closed. Should he call for his friends? Would it put him in more danger? Why couldn't he... Where did the masked person go—

A short breath came out of his throat, strangled. And then hot searing metal, right through his stomach. Why couldn't...

No, the metal wasn’t cold — it was the blood. The pain only seared for a moment, when the knife was pulled out. Miles’ hands went to the growing patch of darkness near his abdomen, bile in his throat and eyes wide, stinging from the dry air.

It was suddenly cold, and his mind was blank. Something that sounded like wind — a laugh, emerged from behind him.

He didn’t feel the second stab.

“Oi, Miles — wake up, mate.”

With slight surprise, Miles opened his eyes to see the dimly lit living room. Freeing himself from the confines of his friend’s shoulders, he blinked a few times to make out a rather bemused-looking Hobie. The punk’s eyes left his a moment later, and Miles was soon bombarded with the troubles of a movie night with people who had never had Netflix before.

“Give me the remote back, I just wanna—”

“We are not watching Ghostbusters again, Pav!” Hobie let out a slight laugh as a stream of web, and then a remote control, flew past him — right into Gwen’s hand.

“Ghostbusters is a perfectly fitting title for the occasion!” Pavitr protested, Hobie narrowly dodging the hand that flew up in frustration.

“He’s got a point — that Murray lad is scary lookin’,” Hobie chimed in. Gwen narrowed her eyes at him, as if to say “thanks a lot, Hobie”, before turning to Miles.

“You know what? Maybe Miles should pick. He’s been asleep all night anyway.”

“Huh?”

“We were doing fine!”

“No we weren’t, Pav — I was about to fall asleep.”

“Like Hobie said, Murray is a good representation of the horror genre!”

“And not the literal ghosts?”

“The ghosts too!”

“Hey.” Miles flinched a little at how close the voice was. “You alright? You look a bit pale, mate.”

The three of them went silent, attention turning to him. Hobie’s expression was laced with concern. Miles just nodded, though he wasn’t looking at anyone. He was fine, right? That was…

“Yeah, yeah — I’m cool. I just…” That wasn't real. He was fine. “Tired. Ma’ made me clean… and stuff.”

“Where are your parents anyway? Perhaps on a romantic outing?” He glanced at Pavitr, but it didn’t do anything to subdue Pavitr’s less-than subtle expression.

“On Halloween night? Your lot must love a thrill, mate.” Also less-than subtle. If it weren’t for the fog clouding his head, he would’ve been annoyed.

“Just watch… Anabelle, or something.” The sofa creaked as he pushed off of it. He winced at the feeling of his abdomen reeling in on itself. “I’m gonna get some—”

Two eyes met his: the reflection in the popcorn bowl. It was empty. Figures...

“That was all Gwendy, swear on my life.”

“Was not!”

“Oh, Miles is mad guys.”

“Hey, don’t look at me.”

It wasn't real.

“It was literally Hobie!”

Just a dream — of course.

“Miles…? Where are you goi—” Pavitr’s voice faded as the kitchen door swung shut behind him.

“Just need to call my mom,” he muttered to himself, grabbing the phone off the stand.

“Mira — I’m going to call this phone, okay? You need to call back from the call log. I'm showing you once.”

“Like—” This…

The call log appeared on screen.

Incoming:

31 OCT. 11:42PM Accepted

31 OCT. 11:40PM Accepted

31 OCT. 4:21PM Missed

Only the last one was his mom. Miles clicked out of the call log, met with the tiny blue home screen. It read: TUE 31 OCT.

The time right now was 11:39PM.

RIIING RIIING!

RIIING RIIING!

RIIING RIIING!…

His friends were in the other room, still arguing about what to watch.

“…Anything besides dolls...”

“…It’s better than Ghostbusters…”

“…She looks just like you!…”

"...Hobie!..."

…RIIING RIIING!…

With half an inhale, Miles picked up the old-fashioned cordless phone, thumb over the green button. It was the phone he’d answered before, and for some reason, minutes into the future.

The phone he’d answer many, many more times to come.

thanx 4 reading! thats it okay cya i havent slept more than 6 hours in a hot minute goodnight x_x oh n tagging @phoenixinthefiles :P

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[shunin-gumis]

Mistery on the Moonlit Passage - Track 08

Seasonal Event Story

Location: Cruise Liner - Party Venue

Kinari: Rebooting the main body… Please wait a moment...

Yachiyo: D-Don’t tell me… I-I-I-I-I-I dozed off during work…!? All the pay cuts… followed by a dismissal… then restitution… no, THE DEATH PENALTY!?!?

Chief: *yawns* …That was a good nap…!

Nanaki: Everyone woke up…!?

Akuta: …Whoa! Hm…? Where’d the steak I was munching on go? And my fried fish…?

Muneuji: Rest assured, everything was but a dream. There is also still plenty of fried chicken, kinpira*, and pickled shallots left to go around.

Yodaka: My… I recall being in the middle of counting the number of seeds stuffed inside a chipmunk’s cheeks… but I suppose it was all a dream.

Yukikaze: Chipmunks? What a cute image.

Kafka: Hm… It’s gotten kinda late… We’ve been asleep this entire time…?

Ryui: Oi, Yowa. Spill. Now.

Netaro: Erg… explaining things is such a pain, but I guess I’ll do it. Playing detective was fun, and the story should conclude with the culprit’s confession anyways!

Netaro: …Hear ye, hear ye! My testimony about hunting down the fireflies earlier… was all but a lie!

Ryui: Thought as much.

Netaro: What you wish to know is what I was really doing at the time. And what I was doing at the time was conducting a trial run for my latest invention!

Nanaki: Your latest invention?

Netaro: Indeed! It’s called the “You-Wouldn’t-Believe-This-Wasn’t-Netaro Hypnosis Doll!”

Muneuji: There are two Yowa-sans…!?

Ryui: The fuck did that thing come from!

Netaro: This me is the real me~! And that me is actually a palm-sized doll, but if you hit the two buttons located on its pupils, it’ll grow to the same size as me.

Toi: You mean, to poke it in the eyes…?

Yukikaze: What a mean thing to do.

Netaro: In addition, it comes with a stylish glow-in-the-dark coating that glows after being in the dark for a while ♪

*“You-Wouldn’t-Believe-This-Wasn’t-Netaro Hypnosis Doll!” dances*

Nanaki: It can even move… So this is what Muneuji really saw…?

Muneuji: It seems like it’s made from a similar fabric to my sister’s pajamas. However… I believe this was the light I encountered.

Netaro: Wonderfully made, if I do say so myself~. It’s a handy item that can act as a body double when you feel like skipping work, or if you’re about to be arrested.

Akuta: A body double!? That’s cracked to the MAX!

Toi: I remember now! There was also a Netaro-san-like robot when the Night Team worked as servants!

Ryui: That thing’s a piece of fucking junk if you ask me.

Netaro: Inventing is all about improving upon improvements! To hide the fact that it’s a doll, I  installed a feature that allows it to emit hypnotic sounds from its mouth.

Nanaki: Why hypnotic sounds…

Netaro: And since I was bored, I decided to test it out on the deck, but then the robots in the party venue got caught up in it and started playing hypnotic lo-fi as well. As a result, the relaxation effect got amplified.

Netaro: But to think I was the one that created such a brilliant device! Sometimes, my genius is… it’s almost frightening!

Chief: Um, so in other words…?

Kafka: Everyone fell asleep due to Netaro’s new invention.

Kinari: It’s fascinating how it affected both humans and machines alike.

Nanaki: So both Andy’s power being cut and the weird waveforms were because the machines entered the invention’s range…

Yodaka: My my, Netaro’s invention is just full of surprises. 

Netaro: But rest assured! Thanks to Ryui’s constant nagging, safety is most certainly guaranteed! The hypnosis is set to be in effect for exactly 1 hour!

Netaro: That’s why everyone was able to wake up! It’s amazing, right? Makes you want to shower me with praises and headpats, right?

Ryui: Toi. Do you feel any pain or discomfort anywhere? How’s your fever?

Netaro: Totally ignored!

Toi: Erm… I think it went away…? I don’t know, my body feels fine…

Ryui: Don’t push yourself too hard. It was only an hour’s rest, so you might not be fully—

Chief: Hm? Wait, now that you mention it, I feel like all of my built-up fatigue and shoulder pain went away…

Kinari: My thought processing hardware also feels 18% lighter than before.

Ryui: What’s the meaning of this?

Netaro: Hmm, if I had to guess, my invention enhanced the lo-fi music the robots were playing into ultra-super relaxing lo-fi music!

Yachiyo: Huuuhhh…? This room-temperature IQ-ed, smooth, commoner brain of mine doesn’t understand…

Chief: D-Don’t worry, Yachiyo. I’m pretty sure Netaro is the only one that understands the specifics…!

Yukikaze: I see now why they call you a genius, Netaro.

Kafka: …That’s it. I was thinking about what we could do with this course of events, but this could work.

Chief: Did you think of something?

Kafka: Yup, a little something ♪

Kafka: We’re almost at the port, but I’m gonna go talk with the owner of the cruise. Don’t worry about me, just keep enjoying the party.

Kafka: Oh, and Netaro, can you come with me?

Netaro: …

Kafka: Aaand there.

Chief: You poked him in the eyes while he was hesitating over it!?!?

Kafka: It’s ‘cause it’s the body double. Look, it shrunk.

Netaro: Gosh darnit, busted…

Chief: (Kafka… Looks like he’s got a plan. It’s probably best to leave things to him.)

Chief: Then, I guess… there’s still food left over, so why don’t we enjoy ourselves until we arrive?

Akuta: Bet!

Yukikaze: …Nanaki.

Nanaki: !

Nanaki: (Oh! Now's my chance…)

Nanaki: (Thanks, Kamina-san.)

Nanaki: Chief…! Um, then—

Note:

Kinpira is a style of Japanese stir-fry cooking, the most common one is a burdock root and carrot stir-fry.

[quaranmine]

letters from the lookout #2: last seen

(HC Firewatch AU snippets)

June 8, 1988

Mumbo has loaded his bags into the car, shut the door, and checked the ties on the bike rack for the third time when he heads back up the stairs to say goodbye to Grian. The morning is cool and dark, and the streetlights are still on outside. It’s still. The sun isn’t up yet. 

He steps inside and closes the door as quietly as possible. He already slammed it by accident again on his first trip outside, and he’s trying his hardest not to upset any of their neighbors at this hour. 

Grian is sitting at the table under its warm ceiling light and has, kindly, looked better. He’s wearing an oversized university t-shirt and sweatpants, and looks like he might fall asleep again at any second. Grian is not typically an early riser, only incidentally so—thrust into the unwanted world of early alarms by the usual dread and horror of being an adult with a job. But this morning is still earlier than he normally wakes up. 

There’s a cup of coffee, mostly full, sitting on the table in front of him, which Grian regards with bleary eyes. Grian also typically drinks tea, not coffee, except on mornings where he decides he needs some extra strong caffeine. Mumbo’s not sure the coffee has any extra caffeine than the tea does, given how strong he’s seen him brew it. He loves coffee, however, and his roommate knows this. 

“I made that for you to take with you,” Grian says. He squints at the cup again. “I did drink a little of it. Sorry.”

“Erm, that’s alright mate,” Mumbo says hastily. “I’ll just stop by someplace on the way and get something for myself.”

“Oh, okay,” Grian says, immediately taking another sip. “So you’re off now I guess?”

“Yeah,” Mumbo says. “Just came back to say goodbye and do a final sweep of anything I’ve forgotten.”

“Good.” Grian nods, and then appraises Mumbo, up and down. “Are you driving all the way today?”

“If I can.”

“Ugh,” Grian says. “That’s way too far. You should rest. It’s like, one state over, why is it eight hours?”

“Because America is big,” Mumbo says. 

Grian wrinkles his nose. “Don’t like that.”

“I’ll spend the night when I get there before I go do anything,” Mumbo says. “I have to get the backcountry permit at the office, anyway.”

“Fine,” Grian says. “Drive safe. Call me when you get there. And when you get back. When do you get back?”

“Uhhh, if all goes well, then June 15. But the last part of the trail might be tricky and I’m not sure I’ve broken up each day into a reasonable enough distance to cover. So I think I might end up staying another night, in which case I’d give you a call on June 16.”

The information is already written down on the calendar stuck to the fridge, but Mumbo knows Grian wants to hear it again, just in case. Mumbo’s going by himself, after all, so it’s best someone knows where he’ll be. 

Especially since he’s going to be really in the wilderness this time. There’s mountain trails, and then there’s empty mountain trails. Shoshone National Forest has plenty of the latter, and it’s precisely that solitude that is drawing Mumbo. Everything in his life is busy, busy, busy and stress, stress, stress. He’s sick of it. It feels like his brain is being squeezed out of his ears every single day and he needs a break if he wants to get out alive. 

Grian’s brain is also being squeezed out of his ears, but he seems to be at an earlier stage in this process where he’s still mostly okay with it all. It makes sense, though, and Mumbo can’t fault him for it. While he got a jumpstart on a career right out of university a few years ago, Grian has been sifting through apprenticeships and half-jobs for a long time to build experience. His architecture license is still shiny and new, and he isn’t jeopardizing that to follow Mumbo on his last-minute trip. 

Mumbo hugs Grian, and they say a brief goodbye. Grian reminds him to call him, and to buy him a postcard somewhere, and proclaims he’s going back to sleep for at least another hour. 

Mumbo steps out into the cool predawn air once more, and a shiver runs down his spine. Is it the cold, or the anticipation? He gets in the car, and just sits in the seat for a minute before turning on. He takes a deep breath. It’s okay right now. He has nobody to report to but himself (and sometimes Grian) for the next few days. He’s free, even if it’s just briefly. 

He turns the key in the ignition, and drives. Every mile bleeds away more stress.

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 16

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed.

As much as Delia would say that she had no interest in a relationship, she must admit that it is always nice to wake up in the arms of someone. The warmth she felt made her feel safe, made her feel needed, made her feel as if she belonged somewhere... wait what?

Turning over slightly she then realised the arms belonged to none other than Andy Biersack. As much as she wanted to hate him, she had to confess that he was extremely attractive. He looked so vulnerable and lovable when he was asleep, his mouth slightly open as he breathed, the tattoos that spread across his body beautifully decorating him, making him look like a work of art. Surely she was allowed to admire and take in this moment for a little bit, even if it meant nothing to either of them. Sadly, it did mean something to Delia, but she could not allow herself to confess that. The universe would also not allow that moment to happen as there was soon a knock at her door, which instantly woke Andy up and caused a swear of "shit" to fall from Delia's mouth as Andy's arms quickly pulled away from Delia's frame.

"One second." She shouts scrambling to find her clothes, this also results in Andy desperately trying to cover himself up as a reflex.

"Hey Delia, have you by any chance seen... Wait, is that one of Andy's shirts?" Lonny starts before the realisation hits him. He had come knocking to ask if Delia by any chance knew where Andy was as he was not in his room. Surely Andy and Delia hadn't, had they? They hated each other, or so he thought.

 "Erm..." Delia was frozen, what was she supposed to say? She then felt the presence of Andy standing behind her, a great way to make it more obvious. Bastard.

"Lonny, if you tell anyone about this, I swear to God." Andy spits slightly; he never meant to be mean to his friends and bandmates but he could never help it.

"Dude, chill, I won't." Lonny rushes putting his hands up in surrender. "So are you two secretly a thing or?" 

"Don't push it." Andy speaks in his harsh tone "It's simply a stupid mistake we made and it won't happen again." To say that statement did not hurt Delia would have been a lie, but she knew they couldn't keep doing this.

"Anyway, Lon, what is it you wanted?" Delia tries to break the awkward vibe that was filling the space; although this would never not be awkward. Lonny stood there now knowing the secret, she was wearing Andy's shirt and Andy was standing close behind her shirtless, his bottom half now fully dressed.

"Erm, well it's something that concerns both of you. You still haven't seen the message in the group chat?" Lonny asks timidly.

"What message?" Delia asks in return.

"Just an update about the show in Seattle that's happening in just under 3 weeks. That's all I've been told so far. We have a Zoom meeting with management in an hour. We're all getting together in Jake's room to use his computer" Lonny explains; he was still feeling awkward about this whole thing himself. How was he supposed to keep the secret of Delia and Andy?

"right, okay, we'll be there." Andy nods. "Remember Lonny, tell no one. Please."

"Of course, I won't." Lonny smiles slightly before walking back to his room allowing Delia to shut her hotel door.

"Well, that was awkward." Delia smiles feeling herself hold her breath slightly.

"Yeah." Andy sighs before looking at Delia "I should um, I should go." 

"Yeah, yeah. Um, do you want your shirt back?" Delia goes to peel off the shirt not caring that it would leave the top half of her body completely exposed, at this point Andy had already seen Delia's naked body twice, this was nothing to her.

"No, erm, keep it. It actually looks pretty good on you." Andy smirks slightly; so much for him wanting to end things between them and not have feelings for this girl.

"Oh, okay. Thanks." Delia could feel herself blushing, how embarrassing. Thankfully Andy had turned away at that point to grab his jacket to hide his bare chest. "Right well, see you in an hour I guess."

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Andy nods not looking at her as he moves past her and out of her hotel door.

Yikes

--------------

"Thank you all for coming at such short notice." management smiles through the camera. "As you all are probably aware, there have been a few disappearances happening in Seattle recently, as a result of this we have been in talks about the show to ensure everyone's safety; yours and that of the fans."

"I'm guessing you're cancelling the show in Seattle?" Andy asks- he was always nice and completely civil with management, he had to be, it was these people who gave him his job.

"No, we've decided not to. However, the Seattle show will have much tighter security. The police have identified that the killer is only targeting females. Therefore Shevy and Delia you two especially must stay with the band and security at all times." Management proceeds to tell the plan in more detail until being cut up slightly.

"Wait, how do they know it's a killer?" Lonny asks; did management know something that the band did not?

"Earlier on the police announced that they were now treating this as a murder investigation after finding a body belonging to one of the victims washed up at the Seattle ferry landing pier." Upon hearing this news, the whole group froze in shock. "But remember the safety of you and the fans remains our top priority so if the situation escalates we will cancel the show, but for now we believe it remains safe with added security.

"Right, thanks, boss." Jake speaks up, although still just as in shock as the rest of the band.

"Are there any questions or concerns that you wish to share with us before we end this meeting?" management asks; although no one had any, no one even had it in them to form any words. "If anything comes to mind or if you need any support with this news please do not hesitate to drop us an email and we will get back to you as soon as possible." 

With that, the call came to an end leaving everyone shellshocked and not sure what to say. Instead, they looked at one another to try and get a mental check-in of everyone.

"Woah, D, are you okay? You've gone really pale." Jinxx asks realising the sudden unwellness that was spread across Delia's face.

"I- I don't, I can't-" Delia stutters as she feels her head spin, it was all too similar to what happened a few years ago and now she was set to be going to Seattle. 

"Shit Delia." Andy curses as he suddenly finds himself jolting to catch Delia as she falls; he would say it was almost like slow motion. One minute Delia was standing next to him, the next he could see her eyes rolling back and her body falling to the ground. "Delia, can you hear me?"

"Quick, you need to lay her on her back and raise her legs slightly to help her come to." Shevy panics as she helps Andy cradle her tour best friend and get her carefully on the floor. "D, we're here honey, you're okay."

"Should I call 911? How long until we should worry?" Lonny panics pulling his phone out in preparation; the whole group had become very attached to their newcomer. It's true what they say, a tour can bring you extremely close to someone, even in such a short amount of time.

"Why am I on the floor?" Delia asks groggily as she starts to take in her surroundings.

"Oh Delia, you're okay honey." Shevy smiles slightly stroking the girl's hair "How are you feeling?" 

"So it wasn't a bad dream? They found a body in Seattle again?" Delia continues to ask questions, none of which the group wanted to answer right now as their main concern was making sure Delia was okay.

"D, have you eaten this morning?" Jake questions; surely that was the only logical reason for her fainting.

"No, I didn't get a chance to." Delia replies whilst sneaking a look up to Andy, his eyes staring directly at her in concern. 

"Delia, I think we need to get some food into you. I haven't eaten yet either so come on, my treat. You think you can get up?" Andy asks reaching his hands out for her to take.

"Delia, you sure you're okay?" Lonny asks whilst giving the two a knowing look; he wasn't just asking her if she was okay to stand, he was also trying to ask if she was okay going for food with Adny. He could not work out exactly what was going on between the two of them, but after finding out they had slept together he was both curious and worried about his lead singer and sound tech girl.

"I'll be fine Lon." Delia smiles slightly before accepting Andy's hands and allowing him to pull her up off the floor.

"Come on, I'm sure you'll feel better after some food. Maybe some caffeine too." Andy states.

With that, she and Andy both left the room leaving the rest of the group watching them. Two of the group now knew that something was going on, and three were left completely in the dark to speculate would could have been happening.

[traversety]

Also tell me about your au

i assume u are referring to my idkhow au! so prepare for THE longest ramble! omg ogm gomg omg SOMEONE ASKED SOMEONE ASKED!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT !!!!! SOMEONE ON TUMBLR DOT COM FUCKING ASKED!!!!!!! this is going to be a LONG on anon!

uhhhhh tw in advance for some religious themes and death and suicide because yeah. i do talk about that a little

the short version is that it's a urban fantasy high school idkhow/waterparks crossover au that features several elements from idkhow's lore (notably gloomtown but tellexx is also there) and parx's intellectual property lore (notably soulsucker and starfucker, i want to incorporate the property but have yet to figure out how to fit it in there). OH and gerard way and mikey are there too as side characters EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. oh and even though this is set in the 90s technically i'm giving everyone current-day technology because what the fuck why not.

actual plot is under the cut for those who want to see my ramble (anon you are legally required to read under the cut you unleashed me)

so the main character here is ryan seaman (not bc i like him but for plot reasons it makes a lot more sense), who has lived in bumfuck-middle-of-nowhere utah since he was eleven (oh btw he's adopted in this au). and he's a fucking teenage menace. high school am i right kids. ahahahaha. well anyways this new family moved to town in the summer of 1997 and one of their children is this INCREDIBLY handsome young man named dal! (by the way, did the math, dallon is sixteen). and the biological child of ryan's family, cal, INSTANTLY falls in love with him because your honor cal is incredibly homosexual and we all know dallon looks very good wHO SAID THAT I DIDNT SAY THA-

anyways ryan sees dal on the first day of school and is like There Is Something Interesting About This Guy and i am Not Sure what it is but yknow what cal likes him and he does really cool eye makeup every day so ig he's alright???? even though he's very quiet and has these traumatized eyes. anwyays ryan and cal's family have this lounge/bakery thing they run (inspired by this ice cream parlor in my town that doubles as a study space yes it is so fun to go to i love it there) and dal likes to do some of his homework there bc its kinda close to their school so there's plenty of dallon to go around

anyways cal's birthday rolls around at the beginning of october and he invites dal to come have a sleepover at his house! and he gets put i ryan's room because yeah sure ig. and anyways they stay up pretty late and fall asleep at around 2am ish????? and ryan just suddenly Wakes Up at like 6am (ON A SATURDAY POOR THING) and is like Something Is Wrong and tries to go wake up dal but he steps on this one creaky floorboard that is the only creaky one in the room and suddenly he fucking FALLS INTO THIS PITCH BLACK PLACE AND HES ALL LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHERE AM I THIS IS NOT MY ROOM WHERE IS DAL OH GOD OH SHIT OH FUCK

as it turns out he is in an anti-purgatory called gloomtown, where the souls of those who were tormented while alive or did not live long enough to find meaning in their lives go (think people who were abused, or those who were murdered young or committed suicide). ryan learns all of this from gerard, who died when he wassssss..... thirteen? fourteen? (he fucking fell down the stairs and his neck snapped) and is now a vampire ghost who sort of wanders around the place.

he also tells ryan that You Are NOT Supposed to Be Here! and ryan really should get out. this THING starts chasing ryan around and almost kills him but then he gets bit by a snake????? and for some reason this stops whatever was trying to kill ryan and he gets tossed back into the world of the living and he is now INCREDIBLY confused.

and he tells cal about it and cal believes every word but he's like Erm The Snake Came Back With You! u got this tattoo on u now of a black snake and i swear its Alive and yeah. its alive. its name is maxx and it has a fucking british accent and likes to be a mean pissbaby to ryan (lmao get fucking owned). and ryan has to babysit it now. (btw maxx technically goes by it/he pronouns so i might refer to maxx as a him a lot too)

and for a few weeks all is fine and dandy and then halloween night. ohhhh yeah we serious. ryan looks in his fucking mirror and there is a PERSON STANDING IN IT. they have a glittering blue cloak on and the hood is up and they keep chanting FIND VENGEANCE over and over for like a minute before they leave. with no explanation. maxx is like Go to Gloomtown i know a fella who can maybe point u in the right direction. said fella turns out to be harley evangeline, the angel(?) that runs gloomtown. also the THING that tried to kill ryan!

and theyre like look i know what the fuck that guy is yappin on about but you gotta do me a favor first. i have a bunch of children and one of them is stuck in a necklace. and you gotta do a ritual to free it. here's this bottle of oil infused with the philospoher's stone youre gonna need it. and go find a fucking witch to help you. now get out.

now, good news! ryan knows a witch! bad news! the witch is awsten knight and he and ryan are sworn enemies! they used to be friends but Drama I Wont Get Into happened and now ryan hates him so theyre basically enemies. so now ryan has to suck it up and talk to awsten.

awsten is DELIGHTED to help actually because he loves the occult and shit and it turns out that harley's child is stuck in a moonstone pendant awsten wears all the time! so they free the child. he calls himself paris (its my oc-ified soulsucker jdrihgrdkhg) and he is like AH YES I KNOW HOW TO HELP!!!!!! and he explains some things!

so there are people in the world who can use magic. they are called the gloomtown brats because all magic comes from gloomtown thanks to harley's angelic aura. there are certain special brats who have conditions for their magic to show up. and there is one brat known as the vengeance. a new vengeance only shows up once every 100 years and they are VITAL to gloomtown's life cycle. the current vengeance apparently did some shit where they managed to sever their magic off and harley is Panicking bc they have no clue where vengeance is. but theyre around ryan's area somewhere.

the next day paris gets ONE look at dal and is convinced its him but there's no way to prove it. unless he does something that makes him very very happy! and thanks to cal's dal obsession they know that dal likes to play music! and there's a winter talent show the high school puts on every year for christmas and ryan manages to strong arm dal into joining up with him to play music.

now it turns out that when you put dal on a stage he is the most fucking enrapturing guy youve ever met. i mean come on he wears sparkling purple eyeshadow and does little eyeliner heart dots on his cheeks and has this aristocratic charm that hypnotizes you and GOD HE IS HANDSOME. and dal gets so lost in the performance that some of his gloomtown influence literally bleeds out of his fingertips in the form of black liquid (BLEED MAGIC REFERENCE I AM SO COOL YEAAAAHHH) which is more than enough proof for paris.

the only way to couple the magic back up to dal is to get him into gloomtown and thanks to awsten's annoying scheming they manage to get him in before he realizes what happened. and harley's all like OKAY DAL YOU NEED TO TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED

as it turns out dal has VERY strict parents who arent very big on the music he listens to/plays and theyve always seen him as some kind of cursed/demonically influenced child. and he was singing one time when his parents were gone and he didnt hear them come home and they got fucking PISSED at him and dal panicked and ripped his magic out because he was convinced that the gloomtown influence was what made his parents think he was demonically influenced and that without the magic everything would be better.

however he now says that he realizes that his parents were basically abusing and manipulating him and that he's allowed to be his own special person and he gets his magic back YAAAAY EVERYONE CHEER!!!!!

there is a LOT more i could go into like how starfucker fits into all of this and tellexx's relevance to the plot and the opening band tellexx au and why ryan and awsten weren't friends at the start of this. BUT you could also just go read my ao3 fic the paris manuscript because it's gonna cover some of these things! also if you go to my oc roleplay sideblog @aces-come-in-spades there's a masterpost about the opening band characters there and it's very helpful i think!!!!!

ALSO BY THE END OF THE PLOT RYAN AND AWSTEN ARE DATING BECAUSE I REALLY LIKE ENEMIES TO LOVERSSSSSSS

and its an on and off joke that cal may or may not be dating mikey way by the end of the plot. who knows? i'd never tell you :]

OKAY IM FINALLY DONE GO READ THE PARIS MANUSCRIPT BY TRAVERSETY ON AO3 I LOVE YOU SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG <33

[finsblogs]

See You Too

Foo Fighters x Reader

18+ ONLY

MINORS DNI

AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Foo Fighters decides to pay you back

breast play/cunnilingus/foo grows a dick

-

 (Y/N) was currently eating, sitting in the prison cafeteria absentmindedly stirring around her mash potatoes. Unbeknownst to her, a couple of tables over, a certain group of people were talking about her. 

"And she did it right out there?" Jolyne looked back and forth between (Y/N) and Foo. "Just outside where anyone can see?"

"I always felt like she was a kinky one." Ermes admitted as she sipped her carton of milk.

"Imagine how much she had to bribe the guards to look away."

"She really did a lot for me." Foo looked over at her. "I only wished I had more time then to return the favor." 

"Well you should; honestly if a girl like that went through all that effort, you'd definitely have to pay her back."

"Really? How?"

 Jolyne choked on her meal, red spreading across her cheeks. "Well uh- uh…" she stuttered out, Foo's eager look on their face making her feel so embarrassed.

 "Come on Jolyne, tell them," Ermes encouraged, a devilish look spreading across her face as she looked at the woman who was bold enough to get off in jail but couldn't even say 'pussy' out loud, "How would you 'repay' her?"

 Jolyne glared at her but continued anyway. "W-Well you just have to- you know?" Ermes snickered as Jolyne tried to get the words out while Foo listened attentively to her. 'J-J-Just ask her what she wants to do and do it, alright." Jolyne stuffed some peas into her mouth as she looked away from the two, Ermes still deviously laughing. Foo nodded at that, taking notes on what to do.

 Soon lunch ended and they all went their separate ways, Foo heading towards the library. Once there they searched for all sorts of books such as textbooks, self help books, and even trashy romance novels, anything remotely related to sex. They had spent most of the day in there, gaining as much knowledge as they could on how to please (Y/N) the next time they saw her.

-

 Night had fallen, and once lights were out Foo enacted their plan.

 (Y/N) was fast asleep, quite tired from a rough rousing day of prison. She just undressed, slipping into her makeshift pajamas, and slid into the lower bunk while bare minimally acknowledging her cell mate's existence.

 Sometime later she then felt someone shake her, rousing her from her much wanted sleep. "Mm… What?" she groaned out annoyedly, rubbing her eyes. Once she opened them she gasped in surprise. "Atroe?"

 Foo grinned. "So is this a good time and place?"

 (Y/N) smirked as she sat up. "Time; perhaps. Place; maybe. I'm just happy as long as we don't wake up my cellmate."

 Foo looked up the top bunk where (Y/N)'s aforementioned cellmate slept, completely unaware of what was happening and what was going to happen, and nodded. Foo Fighters then unclipped their overalls and pulled them all the way off, showing plump breasts pert from the open air and their bare pussy out in a proud display. (Y/N) was absolutely delighted, tossing her blanket aside and holding her arms out as she made grabby motions. "Get over here, sexy." Being pulled closer to her, Foo eagerly crawled on top of her as (Y/N) threw the blanket over the two of them now. (Y/N) slipped her hands down and greedily grabbed their ass, firmly gripping their cheeks as Foo's full bust pressed against her's. "So how'd you get yourself in here?"

"Oh I just squeezed in." Foo admitted (especially helps when one has plankton insides). "Now then, let me repay you." Foo looked down at her, the only things (Y/N) had on were a pair of panties and a haphazardly buttoned prison jacket that was opened enough to show her breasts. Foo tugged her collar to the side, revealing a perky nipple begging to be played with. Foo poked it, recalling Jolyne's advice. "So what do you want me to do?"

"Well right now: suck my titty." (Y/N) even pushed their head down for it. Getting the message, they held her breast closer and gave the nipple a lick, making (Y/N) hum in satisfaction. Foo wrapped their lips around it and swirled their tongue around it, as they did so they slipped a hand under (Y/N)'s jacket to play with her other breast. 

"Fuck, like that…" 

 (Y/N) writhed beneath them, fingers gripping the thin prison sheets and Foo's head. Foo continued their job, sucking that tit and playing with the other. They then worried the tip between their teeth, (Y/N) arching her back as she bit her lips. Foo removed their mouth from that breast and switched it to the other, noting the brief whine (Y/N) let out in between.

 While suckling on that breast Foo also pinched the other one, making (Y/N) bite her lip as she tried to hold back a moan. "Oh sweetie that's good, keep going."

 Delighted at that, Foo swirled their tongue around her nipple and sucked even harder than before, the other one getting rubbed into by their thumb. Eventually they pulled away, leaving (Y/N) with lovingly abused breasts.

"What else?"

"Go lower." (Y/N) pushed their head under the blanket, Foo Fighters crawling down as she did so. Once they were completely under the sheets Foo found themself facing (Y/N)'s cunt, a damp spot apparent on her panties. They placed their hand on (Y/N)'s pelvis, their thumb rubbing on that spot, (Y/N) grinding up against them. "Come on baby, just touch me." 

 "What do you want me to do?"

 "Remember last time?"

 Foo immediately understood and got to work. 

 Foo Fighters pulled (Y/N)'s panties down, leaving them hanging off one of her ankles, pushing her legs up and spreading them apart. They gazed at her pussy, wet and glistening from their earlier treatment. Foo took one lick at it.

 They happily hummed at the taste of it, especially since (Y/N) would leak more fluids from their touch.

 Foo licked their lips and dived right in, (Y/N) having to clamp her hand over her mouth to hide her moans. Foo excitedly licked all over her slit, their tongue passing her clit every so often. "S-Someone's eager." (Y/N) managed to huff out, hand once again pushing down on Foo Fighters.

 Foo happily drank her up, always licking her bottom to top, inadvertently sucking her clit much to (Y/N)'s delight. In trying to lap up more of her precious juices Foo also thrusted their tongue inside her cunt, passing her sweet spot every so often, (Y/N) having to bite her fingers to keep from crying out. 

"Yeah baby, come on." she weakly gasped out.

 Foo had pressed her thighs down as they kept lapping her up, leading (Y/N) closer and closer to the edge.

"Atroe~" (Y/N) moaned out as she came, grinding herself against their face as Foo happily drank up her release. (Y/N) laid limply, catching her breath after that incredible experience, as Foo pulled their head out from between her legs, licking up any of her slick that remained around their lips as they came out from the other side of the blanket.

 Looking down at her still reeling from their touch, Foo felt a sense of accomplishment.

 There was just one thing left for them to do.

"I've got a surprise."

 Due to the blanket covering their lower halves (Y/N) merely thought "Atroe" was just giving her a show. "Atroe" then gently pushed her down, grabbing (Y/N)'s legs and laying them on their shoulders. (Y/N) laid back, expecting to just get fingered, only to gasp when she felt something else press against her hole. Just how did Atroe sneak a strap in here?

 Foo then slipped a hand down their crotch, fingers already finding their clit, and proceeded to stroke it. They shivered from the sensation of doing it, and as they did it the plankton in their body caused it to get bigger and bigger, engorging their clitoris to the size of an average human penis (they gave a few more strokes to make it larger than average).

 (Y/N) bit her lip, enjoying as Foo slowly filled her up (the phallus felt quite lifelike) whilst Foo shivered from the tight fit around their makeshift dick. Foo continued until they were all the way inside (Y/N). They looked down at her, (Y/N) panting for breath with a happy look to her face. "You ready?"

(Y/N) happily nodded.

 Foo Fighters pulled out halfway and then thrusted right back in. (Y/N) arched at the feeling and cried out, still sensitive from her last orgasm. Foo gasped as they continued fucking her, loving the tight grip her pussy had on them. "Oh (Y/N)~" they moaned out, ramming into her faster as (Y/N) laid back biting her lips to silence herself from the pleasure. "Baby, keep going just like that~" she encouraged, figuring "Atroe" must be using one of those straps that pleasure the user as well. 

 They kept pounding her, the slick from her previous orgasm helping them slide in and out with ease. (Y/N) gazed up at them through hazy eyes, mouth watering at the sight of their breasts bouncing with every thrust. Sitting up she grabbed one, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she brought the teat to her lips to suckle on it. Foo moaned at the feeling, deliciously rewarding (Y/N) by bucking inside her. She switched over, massaging the other one as she kissed this one, biting the tit with a smile. Foo gasped at that, stilling for a bit before going back to pounding her. (Y/N) pulled away and looked up at them, licking her lips before wrapping her arms around their shoulders and pressing her lips against their's, pulling them down to press their body closer to her. 

 The two made out, their tongues dancing around each other as (Y/N) sneaked a hand down to squeeze Foo's ass while they kept fucking her. Foo groaned into her mouth from that, thrusting up into her as they increased their pace. "Oh god Atroe I'm so close." she gasped against their lips. Foo felt themself nearing their end too, pulling (Y/N)'s thighs to get in deeper. Dipping a hand down to her pussy, Foo rubbed her clit and soon enough (Y/N) cried into their mouth as she came. The convulsions of her cunt on their cock were intense enough that Foo came immediately after, muffling themself the same way as they kissed her harder while they released inside her (How did Atroe smuggle something this deluxe?).

 The two flopped down together, catching their breaths as Foo's cock deflated back to its original size. "God, that was- that was- Wow!" (Y/N) managed to get out, rubbing her hand against Foo's neck as they laid against her collarbone. 

"Glad you liked it." 

 (Y/N) smiled, lifting up Foo's chin to peck their lips.

-

 Miraschon groaned as she slipped down from the top bunk. She had a terrible night's sleep, no thanks to her cellmate of course. As she got dressed she looked over at her in bed, back turned to her and still asleep. She huffed, leaving their cell as she went down to get breakfast, trying not to even think what all those sounds she made last night were about.

 (Y/N) looked over her shoulder. "Ok she's gone now." She whispered as she tugged her blanket away, Foo looking up from underneath while pressed against her breasts. They got out of her bunk to get dressed, though it was mostly Foo who did any while (Y/N) happily sat in bed, watching them bend their bare ass over as they pulled their overalls up their legs.

 When they turned around (Y/N) pulled them down for a kiss by one of their overall straps, her tongue immediately slipping in and invading their mouth, causing them to groan. When the two pulled away Foo was gasping for breath as the strings of saliva broke between them. "I'll see you around." She promised, giving a sweet peck on their lips before turning them around and laying a mighty smack upon their ass (Foo letting out a little yelp from that).

 Foo Fighters then left her cell, making their way towards the stairs to the cafeteria. As they descended they caught sight of Jolyne and Ermes waving at them from their seats, big proud grins upon their faces. Foo could barely wait to tell them about last night.

[diluclover300]

Just One Week (5)

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

CHAPTER INDEX:

I H8 U

My Kinda Fun

Balance

{S] Awake

Eggs and Rice

Wait, but I'm broke

Couple's Discount

CHAPTER 5: Eggs and Rice

also posted on my ao3 account: diluclover300

...

It's the crack of dawn, and Satoru hasn't been able to sleep ever since he's committed such a heinous, indecent act of jerking off on your beloved couch. 

The birds chirp and yap outside the windows of your kitchen and he's finally defeated. He won't try to fall asleep anymore, it's already set in stone that he can't, that he won't be able to. Even if his eyes roll out of their sockets. 

Anyway, he was able to clean up after himself last night, like any decent guest would, and he's even put the blanket up for washing. Great, he's washing away his guilt. 

With a slight stretch, and a large frown at his dirtied blindfold, Satoru shoves his sunglasses on instead. It's what he's decided on wearing from now on, because there's no way he's using a pair of sunglasses as a way to satisfy his sexual desires. 

Never again, he decides, swears to himself as he carefully roams down the halls of your cozy apartment. He will never jerk off to the thought of his beloved childhood friend again. It was in the heat of the moment, he was just horny and now he won't ever do it again. Never. 

Speaking of you, he peeks through the crack of your door, and of course, you're still sound asleep. It's five in the morning, so he plans on waking you up at six instead. It's his way of apologizing for, well, fantasizing about his wonderful, erm... friend– host. 

Right. You hate him so you're not exactly friends. He foolishly forgets that your friendship is currently one-sided, and it sort of hurts, however, he'll entertain your hatred if it makes you feel better about the life that you lived now. 

That nine-to-five office job, the rotting in your bed after work lifestyle. You say it brings you peace. Tranquility. 

Though, he wonders if it's true. If you actually love what you're doing, if you're happy about the choices you've made. Was that office job really doing such wonders for you? 

It looks as to him that you haven't slept in years with the way you curl up against your bed, clenching onto your blanket with all the strength you can muster. 

That glum expression on your face which seems to fall on your features quite often has vanished in your slumber.

Your eyelashes touch the bottom of your eyelids, and you take in soft breathes from your slightly parted lips, still dressed in the same, sweaty clothes from yesterday. 

Maybe he would've helped you change. If the idea itself wasn't so thought-provoking. He'll put it in decent terms. 

Besides that, the sight is a bit endearing. You act all put together, but really, you get like this too. Those light gray stains of sweat underneath your armpits, showing that you've worked way too hard yesterday. The frizz of your hair, how it covers your features and gets in the way of your steady breaths. Your swollen feet and bunched up toes, probably due to the fact that those black flats were probably awful to walk in with zero support whatsoever. 

Oh, and then there's also the food stains riddling on your shirt and lips. That was because he was trying to feed you an egg sandwich from those insanely cheap vending machines, but you kept acting like a slob. Next time, he'll make sure to buy a bib along with those bouquet of flowers if he decides to make a surprise visit ever again. It was a little embarrassing to watch. 

You let out a small sigh, interrupting his very long, unusually slow train of thought. 

He should get going now. There was no reason for him to be lounging around in your room. You'd hate it. 

Nonetheless, when he turns to step out of your room, you mumble in your sleep for the millionth time, and without fail, he falls for it as he freezes in his tracks. 

It's a tired groan, then you say, "Gojo, it hurts."

There you go again. He sighs. 

He'll let you wake up on your own accord. 

...

You feel like shit as the sun begins to blind you from the windows. 

Your lips open and then close, tasting your unwashed tongue, licking your dry lips as your sweaty skin dampens along your tight shirt. You're disgusting, stained the pillow besides you with dried up drool. 

When you roll around in bed, glancing to the clock next to you, your eyes widen. It's six thirty, you're about an hour late to your job.

An hour late. Something you've never done. 

Your hands scramble across your nightstand for your belongings before you get a whiff of your damp armpits. 

Shit. You're foul, in desperate need for a shower. 

Without much thought, you grab a pair of black slacks and another button up white shirt. Holding it to your nose, you decide it's clean enough before you rush into the bathroom, deciding to use the jacket wrapped around your waist as a blazer. 

...

You rush down the halls of your house, a backpack slung on one of your shoulders as you stuff your phone into your pocket. 

"Shit." You glance at your watch, over and over as if you're hallucinating. It is seven in the morning. Now you're an hour and a half late. 

I'm so screwed. 

You dash to the kitchen as your stomach caves in and growls, suddenly met with the smell of fresh rice and eggs.

You hear a bit of whistling, so you search for the source, and when it dawns on you, when you trace the source, it's–

White hair, black uniform, round sunglasses...

Hey. Was it just you, or do you so not remember inviting your arch nemesis over for breakfast? 

"Oh, you're up? Already?" You must be seeing things, because there was no way in hell you would actually invite Gojo Satoru over. There was no way you'd be in a six feet radius within him. Impossible. 

As your backpack falls onto the floor, you try to jog your memory. Retracing your memories from yesterday, you clearly remember getting your ass beaten on some rooftop. 

Oh, yeah. You remember now. This was your fault. If you hadn't lost that fight then he wouldn't be here right now. 

Your legs, which you haven't taken note of until now, are throbbing in sheer pain. 

"Good morning." He smiles, damn cheeky as he does with a sickening, sweet voice. You pinch yourself to make sure this isn't some kind of nightmare. "I made breakfast."

No, you have unfortunately remembered things correctly. 

If only you had won last night. Then you wouldn't have to watch as Gojo Satoru smiles at you with every fiber of his being, as if his presence doesn't make you feel sick to your stomach. 

"Morning." You grumble, the aches in your body more prominent when you recall those unflattering memories of last night. 

He's sporting one of your aprons, damn it, and he places a prim and proper plate onto your small, old dinner table before taking the cloth right off of him. 

"Eat up, we have so many things to do today, yeah?" He clatters two pairs of chopsticks onto the table before he sits down to eat. 

"I.. uh–"

It's a plate of rice with an omelette over it, like one of those videos you've seen on social media. Except it's got a smiley face of ketchup drawn on the top of it. 

You watch with a frown as Gojo takes a nice bite of egg and rice, lazily holding his chopsticks in the air. Soon enough, he stares right back at you, raising an eyebrow. 

"What're you wearing?" He swallows, cheek pressed against his hand as he studies your figure. 

It's the same kind of shirt from yesterday, although new, but you're wearing dress pants instead of a skirt. How professional, you look like a prim and proper employee. 

"I thought I was going to work, but then I remembered that you..." A long sigh, one of mental and physical exhaustion. "You were here."

Satoru kind of misses the skirt, though, and the way his jacket from yesterday was wrapped around it. Now you're holding it in-between your arms, cradling it like a baby. 

"Is that my jacket?" His own, rather special memories of last night waltz in, and he clears his throat. "It doesn't suit you." 

"As if, why would I have your jacket?" You scoff, looking down at the article of clothing, then the short-sleeved black shirt he's currently wearing. "That's ridiculous."

Okay, maybe he wasn't wearing just a shirt yesterday, but you sure as hell weren't holding his jacket right? 

Right?

"Hm." He pokes at his food, scraping another grain of rice off his plate. "Oh, I must be..."

He doesn't know why he's just letting you hold it. He feels bare without the thing, like a part of his soul has been ripped out of him. 

"I must be remembering things wrong.." A lie. That's his jacket, he's wrapped it around you right as you passed out. He's just letting you have it. 

"Okay." Thank God, it wasn't his. 

Without realizing it, you let out a deep, prolonged sigh of relief before folding up your make-shift blazer and hanging it onto the back of your designated chair. For a second, you almost thought that you were going to be late for work, but no, you vaguely remember calling your boss last night before Gojo did his ceremonial forehead flick. Only then did he let you regain consciousness, and that was only for the purpose of burdening you. 

Instead of working a nine-to-five, you were some kind of pretend-play, unpaid tour guide. Gojo's personal tour guide. What a complete and utter nightmare. It gives you goosebumps. 

You reluctantly sit down, convinced by the smell of the food, even though you're eyeing it like it's rat poison.

Grabbing your chopsticks, Satoru tries to fight off the tug of his lip when you stab into the center of the Omelette. Talk about violent. Then you stubbornly ate, shoving rice and eggs down your throat as if you were being forced to eat. It's a sight he hasn't seen in five years. Seeing you eat was weirdly euphoric. He guesses he'll have to grow used to that. You know, since he'll be eating at least twenty-one meals with you over the course of the week. He did the math. 

Fine. You don't want to say it out loud and you never will, but the man could cook. Rice and eggs at least. Gojo Satoru could do the bare minimum. It's a secret you'll take to the grave. 

Satoru blinks. He's sort of in awe. You eat well, sort of fast too. It doesn't even take another minute before you're patting your lips clean, plate as white as he first saw it in the cupboard. 

"So? Did you like–"

"How did you find my address?" Oh? Nice save, you think to yourself. You're able to avoid the question you desperately do not want to answer by interrupting with a question of your own. 

Gojo sighs, placing his chopsticks down on his plate. You don't beat around the bush, he realizes as he folds his legs underneath the table. And you won't let him hear what he wants to hear. You're cruel. 

"The Internet." He shrugs, pulling out his phone to further prove his point. There was nothing on the screen but your reflection. "I did my research."

You roll your eyes. Yeah, right, as if anyone could ever find your address on the Internet. 

"Okay. What about my workplace?"

It's question after question with you. You're one curious girl, he'll give you that. 

"Same thing. You have that LinkedIn page." He folds his arms, phone resting on the table. 

Fair. That was plausible. You were job hunting a lot back in the day. 

"Anything else you'd like to ask?" Gojo Satoru says as he gets up from the table, fetching yours and his plate. He can't believe he's just letting you push him around like this. He's the star of the show after all, your respected guest whether you liked it or not. "You seem awfully curious about what I've been up to." 

Ha. Curious? You were curious about Gojo Satoru? 

"You're just imagining it. I could care less." Your lips tug downward at the thought. 

"It's I couldn't care less, but..."

Gojo pauses as he grabs your plate, stopping to lean in your face and taunt.

"... I guess you really do mean what you're saying."

Your eyebrows furrow, an appalled look slapping onto your rather deadpan expression. 

"W...what does that mean?" 

No answer. You're left basking in your own humiliation as he walks off into the kitchen. He's got you good, and you absolutely despise being left speechless, mind scrambling for something to shoot back at him, like you're just now learning how to aim your gun.

Gojo whistles to himself as he turns on the water of your kitchen's faucet. It's a loud sound as it rains down on your own overdue pile of dishes from last week. 

The splashes and inconsistencies of the water's sound cause you to snap up from your seat, remembering that you so don't want him to see how disgustingly lazy you've been without anyone around to shame you for it. 

"Hey..." His eyes widen at the absolute eyesore, pausing to turn back at you. "Why is there–"

"Shut up, okay?" You huff out, almost bumping into him as you reached over him. 

"Okay. My lips are shut."

Huh? When did you get so close? He wonders as your shoulders brush against each other, the cloth of your arm grazing the warmth of his skin. It's been a while since he's felt this. A long while, he thinks as he looks down at you, the sunlight from the blinds shining onto the skin of your face, then your eyes and eyelashes. 

The breath he was about to take in stops, every second becoming slower than the last. 

Hm? What's this? What's this feeling? 

He can't bring himself to make a single sound. Why was he listening to you? 

What's wrong with him? You're just standing there, searching in the drawers besides him. You're not doing anything else, other than scrunching your eyebrows together and mumbling something to yourself. So why couldn't he just breathe? Why?

Satoru feels a bit unlike himself. 

"Move." You sigh, trying to swallow down the embarrassment as you force your silicone dishwashing gloves down your wrists. "I'll do it, they're mine–"

"Ah, really? Thanks." He backs up almost immediately, holding back a sigh of relief, but masking it with a smile. "You do that then, I'll, uh..."

"I'm gonna go wash up, yeah?"

Wait, is he going to use your shower? You haven't picked up your pile of clothes yet–

"Hey, wait, I..."

Your voice trails off as you watch him scurry off into the hallway, realizing that you've fallen for another one of his sneaky tricks. The man's done it on purpose, so that you're the one stuck doing your own dishes. 

You look at the mountain of plates and pots, the image already making your back and shoulders ache. Immediate dread follows. 

Damn it, you're acting like his servant already, and the day has barely started. 

...

[olderthannetfic]

Alright I got kinda a bananas questions for you, but how much time do you think should be divided up between work, hobbies and people. Actually wait more specifically what do you think is a good goal to just sit down and do work, but like actually doing work. Like sitting down for 90 minutes and finishing something not working on said thing for 5 hours then finish it. Over the past couple years I kinda erm, just sorta stopped? My mental health has steadily going to shit and covid fucked that all to hell and I was spending so much time in what was essentially a state of panic(didn’t realize it at the time, but that’s essentially what was happening) that I was too exhausted to do anything and just kind of stopped. I didn’t realize it the time but now that I’m finally getting better Ive noticed how little I was doing and how doing little really negatively effects me. Its become a good marker for me to check that I’ve been actually painting, seeing friends, going for a swim but sometimes it still all goes belly up and I’m trying to figure out what is a good goal.(and whats a good marker for when fucking up) Like a realistic long term goal I can strive for and keep track of. I could real easily just say “go for a swim everyday” but that feels unrealistic. In fact I put exercise in same spot as painting so it would be more like “do hobby for an hour a day” but even that feels like a lot. The thought of that feels exhausting so at least for me it should probs be do hobby thing at least 5 times week. Big goal is to swim 3 times and paint twice or vice a versa. its just hard to do that and then I’ll feel like crap and then notice that I haven’t exercised at all for 8 days and I just don’t move around enough to do that. I’m like a dog or walking house plant that needs to go outside and move around for sunshine and blood flow otherwise I start to physically and mentally feel awful. Its just hard to notice you know? Ugh its annoying because there’s so much shit. Its not just that I need some kinda exercise I also need to do some kinda hobby thing for me and other shit that I like to do. And that isn’t even including the work I need to do. I wasn’t even working before I cannot express enough how much of “doing nothing” I was doing. I’m doing better know with meds and therapy and what not and it is helping but I’ll still get home at 7 and just look at my phone and do some combo of read fanfictin/ play sudoko till I get tired and fall asleep. Then I wake up and shocking, I’m still on bullshit. Sometimes its feels to much to shower (at least with that one I know that I can get away with one at most 2 days with out shower so if I didn’t shower the day before I can mostly just force myself into the shower) that’s what I’m trying to figure out for everything else so I can look at my self force my self to stop looking at phone and paint a shitty flower or something. I was doing pretty good but The other week I house sitter for a friend and was immediately back on bullshit. I barely left her apartment the entire time I was there I’m sure that if I actually went to class, got exercise, painted (I brought all my paints then did fuck all) I would have been able to get more work done. I think Im only actually productive when I’m actually getting up and doing crap. I’m in a contact state of “working” and doing nothing but time is moving forward. I have no idea what this anon is. Ugh whatever I’ll submit it anyway

TL;DR trying to be better at actually do stuff and not doing fuck all. Any idea on what’s a good goal to strive for and what’s a good marker for shits getting fuck go for a walk

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Social time is going to be extremely variable. I'm an extrovert and thus lots of social time is no problem. I also do okay not seeing people though as long as I'm busy.

Exercise should be prioritized above most other things, much as I hate this. You should be doing something basically every day. I agree that swimming is likely not realistic on that schedule, but maybe a walk around the block? It sucks, but forcing yourself to get off your ass every day will help with the rest of it. Also, exercise that takes you out of the house, even if only briefly, requires that you put on clothes, which is also helpful.

Get off of social media. If you're having trouble managing things, now is the time to take a break from anything that involves doom scrolling and time just disappearing.

(I say from my bed where I'm wearing the dirty sweatshirt I slept in and no pants while answering asks instead of working on my next novel. Hmm...)

It's obviously important to you to prioritize painting, but I see the difficulty there: you have to get set up and clean up afterwards, and you can't leave paints sitting around or they dry out. I'd try to schedule one longer session per week for now. If you have something else like sketching, you can schedule more frequent shorter sessions because that's easier to pick up and put down without a lot of prep/cleanup.

I do find little morning rituals like making tea helpful. They pry me out of bed and add some structure to my day.

[scurvyratt]

An unnecessarily long post as to why the Creed movies get on my nerves even though no one asked:

Sooo my friend and I made it our mission to watch the whole Rocky franchise, which consists of 6 Rocky movies and 3 spin off Creed movies. We've seen all of the movies except for Rocky 6. Imo the Rocky movies are generally fun and enjoyable, while the Creed movies are mostly boring and annoying....

The Rocky films can range from good to, not necessarily bad,,, but boring I think would be a better word. Although, I think that the blandness in the films can be excused due to the fact that the movies don't take themselves very seriously and you don't go into a Rocky sequel with the expectation of greatness lol. Rocky is very charming imo because he's a pathetic himbo. In the first movie he's involved with the mob but they didn't even like him because he would refuse to beat people up😭. He's poor, uneducated, kind, and he's only a boxer because he "can't sing or dance". The movies give you an actual reason to root for him (even if irl he probably would not have won some of his matches, but like I said it doesn't matter because the movies are unserious lol).

Some context for Creed I: in Rocky 1, Rocky's opponent is Apollo Creed, who later becomes his friend and mentor. In Rocky 4, Apollo dies.

ANYWAYS... the Creed movies follow Adonis Creed, who is Apollo Creed's illegitimate son that he had via an affair. In Creed I, Adonis is an amateur boxer and he seeks out Rocky so that he can train him for a fight. He also meets his girlfriend (and eventual wife) named Bianca. She is an up and coming musician as well as very erm.... ANNOYING💀. Her character is not very interesting and she overreacts about the dumbest things. Also there is a scene where Bianca and Adonis have sex on the couch while Rocky is sleeping in an armchair in the same room... THEY HAVE SEX IN FRONT OF HIM, IN HIS HOME, ON HIS COUCH, WHILE HE'S ASLEEP💀💀💀💀💀 They treat it as this funny tee-hee kinda moment but my friend and I were like huuuuuuuuuhhhhh😭😭😭😭. That was def when I decided that I hate them as a couple like wtf😭.

Also Rocky has the best and most compelling scenes in the movie. Rocky finds out that he has cancer and he tells the doctor "I'm okay with that" (my friend teared up) and he decides to not go through with chemotherapy because his wife and brother in law are dead, and he's estranged from his son. Adonis finds out and becomes upset that Rocky doesn't want to "live for him".... mind you, Rocky has only known Adonis for a couple months like lol. Like why would you be his reason for living... moving on, he basically coerces Rocky into doing chemo by saying that he won't fight anymore if Rocky doesn't get treatment. Which maybe others would think of that as a good thing but imo,, if the man wanted to die, he should have just let him die lmao. I found Adonis' motivations to be very selfish. Anyways blah blah blah, Rocky decides to live and Adonis wins his fight. Overall just an okay movie and Adonis was very annoying💀 I did not like his character at all lol.

Context for Creed II: In Rocky 4, Rocky fights this Soviet dude named Ivan Drago. Ivan kills Apollo Creed so Rocky goes up against him in revenge and ends up defeating him.

In Creed II, Ivan Drago is back in town and has his son Viktor with him (who is also a huge scary boxer). It turns out that after Ivan was defeated by Rocky, he was shunned (from the Soviet Union? Idk really) and him and his wife were sent to Ukraine. His wife eventually leaves him and he has to raise Viktor on his own. Ivan is basically like one of those toddlers and tiaras moms but with boxing rather than pageantry. He's pretty cold and abusive towards Viktor. This movie imo is the best out of the three; I think that all the characters have clear motivations and I liked the dynamic between Viktor and his dad. I actually rlly liked the opening scene of the movie because it starts with Ivan and Viktor in Ukraine, and Ivan literally punches Viktor awake in the morning💀💀.

Back to Adonis and Bianca... Bianca begins to develop some hearing loss (it is unclear whether it's hereditary or from loud noise) and she later finds out that she is pregnant. She expresses concerns over the fact that their baby may be born deaf, which like, does not really make sense? If Bianca has acquired hearing loss why would the baby have congenital hearing loss??? Anyways.. the baby (Amara) is indeed born deaf and Adonis and Bianca are devastated and they start crying. Which is a fairly normal response but, what gets me is that the only person to say something positive about the fact that she is deaf is Rocky. He says something along the lines of "Well she won't care that she's deaf so why should you?". And that's literally it lolol like Adonis and Bianca do not speak about the fact she is deaf ever again. At the end of the movie they show her with some bright colored hearing aids (so that they stand out to the audience) to show that "wow! Everything is good now because she can HEAR like a normal person!". Likkeee.... why couldn't they show them interacting with her using ASL instead lol? Very weird choice imo I did not like that at all.

Also every boxer has a walk out song, but for Adonis' last fight Bianca is singing??? Like she literally walks out in front of him with a mic lmaoooo😭😭. I just thought that was cringe like I did not enjoy that hifhshf.

Okay so at the end of the movie Adonis and Viktor have their big match, and ofc Adonis wins🙄🙄. Which makes no sense and they honestly should not have even fought in the first place because they are in completely different weight classes lol

In the Rocky films Rocky regularly goes against people that are larger than him, which is fine and makes sense in the context of the films because they are silly movies. Creed on the other hand takes itself seriously so the size difference stands out more. Like in Rocky 4, Adrian's flop drunkard incel brother lives with them, and Rocky gets him a robot wife as a gift😭. Like the Rocky movies are unbelievably dumb lol.

I was seriously rooting for Viktor the whole time😭 and the only reason that he lost was because his dad threw down the towel and gave up the fight. Which like, I guess is sweet but we don't ever see Ivan reflecting on the fact that perhaps he's pushing Viktor too hard. Also like 3 minutes before that he was literally telling Viktor to kill Adonis lmao so it makes no sense for him to throw in the towel but WHATEVER I guess. At the end of the movie Rocky makes up with his estranged son and he moves to Canada or something. So.

Creed III: this is the first Creed movie without Rocky. In this movie, Adonis reunite with his childhood friend Damian who has been in prison for nearly 20 years. 20 years for a crime that Adonis committed mind you. The story takes place 6 years after Creed II and Adonis is now retired. This movie is way better in regards to deaf representation. Amara no longer has hearing aids and she communicates with her parents using ASL.

So Adonis is annoying as usual and doesn't rlly gaf about the fact that Damian was in prison for that long lol. He comes out of retirement to fight Damian and Damian ends up losing to Adonis... which pissed me off like what was the reason lol. I honestly thought that he was gonna lose or let Damian win but WHATEVER.... I don't have much to say about the actual plot of the movie tbh like it was just boring lmao.

What did bother me though was the sponsorships... the movie was sponsored by Hennessy, Showtime, and Ralph Lauren and they were not subtle about it at alllll😭😭😭😭. They were drinking Hennessy and the name was splattered around everywhere. At the beginning of the movie Adonis is wearing this fuck ass outfit.. my friend and I were so confused😭 why is he wearing a hoodie underneath a blazer like💀

Later, Adonis steps outside and you see this advertisement plastered to the outside of a building. Like the Adonis character was doing Ralph Lauren ads in the movie lmao😭😭

After we saw this ad the stupid outfits made so much more sense lol.

The difference between Rocky and Adonis is actually funny to me though bcuz in Rocky 2 they try to get him to do ads, but he is unable to read the cue cards because he is canonically illiterate💀

Okay last thing, and this is totally nit picky of me, but I hated their mansion. It was this terrible modern style LA home like dont piss me awffff...

Alright that's all that I have to say about these films. I rlly could not tell you why they have such high ratings. And I know that like 90% of this is just me being a hater ig but idgaf lol.

[ask-pwp-prequel-au]

Early today. The sun showed through Pal’s curtains. Groan..early and bright today. Huff! Pal rubbed his head and made a note as he slowly pulled himself out of bed. He felt sluggish and ready to fall right back asleep. His gentle, greenish yellow blankets clung to him, inviting him to fall back asleep inside his soft bed. Pal practically had to fight to get the clingy blankets off. Obsessive much?

How many days had it been? Pal rubbed his temples, walking to his fridge to grab an energy drink. Now, he’d rather he didn’t wake up to the taste of carbonated, Lemon Lime in the morning.. but he didn’t like coffee! Not like it’d help him anyways! Caffeine never worked correctly for Pal, it made him more tired than anything! Not to mention it ain’t sweet! It was bitter!!

Gah-! FOCUS Pal!! How many days has it been since Nick left for Montana?! Day..what?! Erm.. 68(?) without his best friend? Hmfp..! 65 days too many in Pal’s opinion! I mean-! That’s almost an entire year and not being able to even SLIGHTLY contact Nick was gonna be the DEATH of him!! He wasn’t even being dramatic!!

Pal got ready for the day, he had plans now..! If Nick really HAD left him behind, he’d make sure he couldn’t ever again! I-If he came back of course..! I-I mean! Maine was his home! The small town of Welton was his town..! Nick’d realize that eventually! A-And Pal would help him realize that!

Pal began to drink his energy drink quickly, turning on stories to listen to on his phone while he got ready for the day. Hm..the idea of bringing Nick back sounded REAL nice! It’d take a while to figure something out though..unfortunately. Pal soon smirked and began to think of solutions to this little..problem. I mean-! Toys n stories couldn’t entertain Pal forever~!

Combing his hair and making sure he looked his best only fueled his imagination even more! So many ideas to bring Nick back- it was SO entertaining! Pal giggled to himself cheerfully. He felt excited and like he was being hugged by warmth and cheer like a kid on Christmas. Entering his warehouse, Pal looked for his notebook. He had designs to draw and things to figure out! Possible false imprisonment to plan!!

Until he noticed that 4 tamagotchi shells that he had made the night prior to turn into friends later had…completely disappeared. Pal tilted his head and patted where he put them to make sure they had really disappeared. Yep..! Gone!

Pal looked confused before hearing a loud clatter from somewhere inside his warehouse. Pal squeaked and looked for a weapon. All he could find was a discarded, rusty golf club he found in a scrap yard. This should work…

D-! Don’t ask what Pal was doing at a scrap yard, there are MANY interesting things at such a place! L-Like this rusty golf club! A..And erm.. tetanus!

There was another weird noise, like a chirping that a bug would only make in a movie or something. Pal gulped and began to creep around the warehouse, completely on edge. Wh..What was that news (yuck!) report from last night talking about? No..why’d he remember that right now, he has no clue.

Then a creature suddenly dropped from the roof with a *SPLAT*, letting out an angry, robotic, sputter. Pal screamed loudly and stumbled back, completely abandoning the idea of fighting whatever in the WORLD this was!

It..this creature looked..octopi like! W-With a singular eye having replaced its screen. Screen? It had many, long, black tipped tendrils that seemed to drip a little with goop. It stared at Pal with a shaky pupil as though staring right through him. Pal began to observe the wary creature more. It didn't take long for Pal to realize that it had used one of the tamagotchi shells as a..means of protection maybe? Like a hermit crab of sorts?

The eye of the creature glared at Pal and seemed to scoff before letting out a buzz and approaching Pal. Pal crawled back a little more before he couldn’t move at all! Another one of the creatures had snuck up on him and had completely managed to hold him in place. P-Powerful tamagotchi! Oh god ew-! This one’s claws and limbs were slimy! Pal had to resist the urge to get away from the cold slime as fast as possible.

This one was much taller than the eye one..long limbs, easily towered over him when Pal was sitting, stalk eyes..l-like a hermit crab- another hermit crab-?! Another thing Pal had noticed, quickly making a note, they were both slimy. Not just the long one. This one and the eye one’s limbs were..very slimy..the eye one’s limbs even left black goop on the ground.

Pal looked at the first two with fear before watching as four, bug like creatures skittered down from above and invaded his face and covering his eyes. Immobilize and blind Pal. These little beasts were up to something!! Oh god- did Pal want to even know their plan-?! Honestly, he’d much rather die!

Pal kicked his legs and hissed, trying to fight them off before the final one sat on his stomach to freeze up his lower half. ‘P-Parasites! Th-That’s what the tv was talking about last night! Beware of parasites that had recently shown up in Welton! Th-These 4 seem to be working together but for wh-,’ Pal felt the eye one’s tendrils touching his hair and arms as if to test something. Pal flinched a little. Cold- cold!! ‘They’re so cold! Gah-! If I’m going to be killed or something- why’d it have to be by slimy parasites?!’

Pal could feel his stomach twist with fear, feeling the heavy shift about to watch the long one and the eye one. At some point, this heavy one punched his chest, albeit with not as much force as it could’ve. ‘They’re testing my limits. Must be plotting to take over my body—! Oh of course! What else would parasites want?! A HOST! Unfortunately for me, I’M that host!’

Pal tried to talk but nothing came out. The long one dug his claws into Pal’s wrist, drawing some blood. Pal tensed up. Ow-! Judging by the annoyed chittering, he wasn’t happy with Pal AT ALL. The lanky one showed the eye one Pal’s bleeding wrist with angry hissing. The eye one let out an electric sputter. They…had they not expected Pal to be..alive?? Sounded like such by how they began to talk amongst eachother and discussed what to do with Pal now that he knew about them.

Pal could hear repeated phrases and sputters despite them all seemingly speaking different languages. *SCRTBRTR* seemed to come up a lot. At this point, Pal had guessed this either meant ‘human’ or ‘kill’. Seemed like such. Then Pal could feel the lanky one’s claws on his neck suddenly. ‘Tight- TIGHT!’ Pal panicked before choking out. “W-! Wait! Stop! Before any of you kill me..! I-..I can provide you w-with shelter! I..I promise..I won’t tell a soul about you or this…” Pal’s voice quivered. The long one’s grip loosened a little. ‘That one seems to like the idea a little…’ The eye one poked Pal’s chest, seemingly threatening him. Pal gulped and went on. “I can provide..sh-shelter..food, a-a place to sleep..a-and water. E-E-Entertainment too!” Pal could feel the heavy one begin to shake, seemingly with excitement judging by its excited, gurgling voice.

Pal let out a gasp of pure relief as the creatures separated and stared at him with expecting eyes. Pal stood up and got a much better look at the creatures. Each one had used one of the tamagotchi shells as a body. A little annoying but all of the bug-like ones and the long one managed to get the screens working somehow. Pal’s eyes quickly landed on the one he hadn’t seen yet. The heavy one.

It had these powerful leg like arms and the screen had been cracked, revealing two large, dilated eyes that reminded Pal of a cat. Though upon closer inspection, Pal noticed how a few more eyes would appear. Spooky…

All of these creatures looked unstable and gooey and..drippy. Looked seconds away from collapsing actually! Pal hummed before asking if he could pick them up. Their reactions were all a variation of disgust and cringe. The big one’s face even broke out into several eyes of panic and disgust. Pal quickly explained his idea, running off to grab his notebook. Pal sat on the ground and quickly sketched out his idea. “I’m basically asking for measurements, okay you 4- 7?” Pal pointed to his quick sketch of giving them an endo of sorts to keep their form together better.

“B-! Basically, I noticed that you 7 seem to be struggling with keeping together. Soo..why not give you all an endo of sorts like a clay figure?” Pal suggested. “I need measurements to do this of course to make sure nothing is wasted and it actually fits. ..Y-Y’know..?” The parasites just.. stared at Pal blankly, making him feel uneasy. “I have words to define, don’t I..?” The eye one quickly nodded.

“O-! Okay! Wh-Where to start..? Erm, struggling means to have trouble with something. You guys are having trouble staying together. Endo is…” Pal continued to explain definitions to the parasites, quickly becoming drained. English was NOT his kind of subject. No thanks! He barely remembered half of the definitions actually!

The parasites still looked reluctant but after a little more reassurance, Pal was able to convince Brute (he’d figure out better names later). Brute stepped forward and Pal very, very gently took Brute’s measurements. Afterwards, Pal very gently pet Brute’s head. Somehow, his blank stare became even more blank. Eye looked a little displeased by Pal giving Brute pets.

“Here, erm..for easy identification, how about I give you names, hm?” Pal asked, jotting down Brute’s measurements and moving onto the Bugs. They didn’t move a lot, really anxious for the most part. Eye huffed at the idea. “Srtsrtsrt…!” Pal tilts his head. “Is that a no..?” Pal continued to gently hold the Bugs' limbs and measure them. Eye seemed to scowl before thinking about it.

It took a while before Eye finally agreed to names. Pal nodded and stood up, halting the measuring. “Hm..Bug, Brute, Eye, and Long,” Pal pointed to each one with the names. Eye looked disgusted and let out a VERY audible hiss. Long did the same, even ranting a little.

Pal looked conflicted before looking at each one again. “You’re right…those are some really lacking names..I can’t even think of calling you guys those names,” Pal grumbled and sat down. He turned a page in his notebook and began to jot down name ideas. “Erm…Roach..?” Pal looked at Bug for approval. The 4 looked very unsure before joining Pal and very carefully drew an ‘I’ at the end. “…Roachi? Hm..” Pal looked at their tamagotchi shells. “I got it! TamaRoachi!” Pal smiled. The TamaRoachis looked immediately excited.

Brute got excited and seemingly asked for the same treatment. “Okie, TamaBruti!” Pal smiled, gently picking up the parasite. TamaBruti let out an excited chirp at its new name. “That’s a much better name, ain’t it, TamaBruti?” Pal asked, gently booping them. TamaBruti looked stunned immediately. Pal tilted his head. “Bruti..?” Wow, nicknames already! TamaBruti’s face began to break out into eyes before he settled down and chirped excitedly. Pal was a little scared by this.

Eye was next and he wasn’t being very cooperative, he just kept pointing at his eye and getting angry. Pal soon huffed and blurted out, “Opti?? TamaOpti? Does that work?” Eye quickly settled down and began to think. TamaOpti…sounded perfect! TamaOpti finally nodded in approval. “Finally…” Pal rubbed his head before drawing TamaOpti onto the page. Pal quickly noticed that TamaBruti’s drawing had a gooey hand next to the name. TamaRoachi’s too. Pal chuckled. “A group effort I see,” TamaOpti looked over before giving prints next to his name. Pal chuckled before remembering that Long had yet to get a name.

Pal looked over, seeing a very, very angry and forgotten Long standing with his arms crossed and him huffing loudly. Pal put down the notebook and did measurements for Long as they figured something out. “TamaLong? No, you already hated the name ‘Long’, adding ‘Tama’ isn’t gonna fix it…” By now, Pal had learned to ignore how slimy their bodies were. He couldn’t fix it after all. “Laaaa….” Pal tilted his head. Was that an attempt to talk..? “Laaaa…?” Pal tilted his head before figuring it out. “TamaLanki! Does..does that work, Lanki?” Lanki hissed and snarled, practically refusing to take the name.

Until his siblings began to convince him that it worked perfectly! TamaLanki huffed before finally accepting the name. Pal smiled before getting an idea. Pal took a moment to run inside and get cat treats. He had extra from when he had a cat himself. His name was Weller and he was the derpest cat Pal ever saw. The treats were still in good condition. Pal walked back out into his warehouse and held out the treat bag, opening it.

TamaBruti almost immediately jumped at the idea. Pal dumped the treats into his hand and held it out for TamaBruti.

Honestly, he should’ve expected that a parasite wouldn’t eat normally but I mean- sgshsdsgh- how was he supposed to guess that Bruti would eat the treats in the most terrifying way possible?? Pal watched, his face slowly turning to concern as Bruti’s face broke out into an uncountable amount of mouths. Human and animalistic teeth meshed together in horrific fashion. TamaBruti snapped his mouth down onto Pal’s hand, consuming the treats within seconds. Pal had completely frozen up, becoming pale. Bruti pulled away and looked excited. The mouths disappeared and Bruti’s two, dilated eyes returned to look excited about the treats.

Pal sat there, blinking and shaking lightly. He was not breathing. He just stared into the void with quivering breaths. It was like staring right into the eyes of a god’s true form. Was he dying..? He felt like he was. Bruti immediately looked concerned and approached Pal. It…wasn’t obvious but Pal was having a panic attack.

Bruti tilted his head before very gently sitting down in Pal’s lap and resting his head against Pal’s stomach. “Cooo…” Bruti cooed. Pal panted and gently pet Bruti’s head. He started breathing again. Safe…Pal looked off to the side, hugging Bruti. “Okay..okay..sorry,” Pal apologized before feeding the others. Luckily, they didn’t eat in such a terrifying fashion, with TamaOpti only slightly rivaling TamaBruti with how its eye opened to reveal a mouth full of sharp teeth.

Hm…as Pal grew more comfortable with the Tamas, he began to see them more as friends than weird parasites that took over the tamagotchi shells he had made. These little ones were quite cute when they weren’t being creepy. Pal hummed before asking about taking a picture. The Tamas looked confused but as Pal took a picture of one of them (removing the flash), the Tamas immediately understood what a picture was.

Pal gently embraced the tamas and smiled softly. The tamas did their own things in the photo. Pal giggled happily and hugged them. They chirped and buzzed, looking proud of themselves. Pal pulled up Nick’s contact and happily showed him the photo.

‘Found me some new friends!’

‘…’

‘What the fuck are those /lh /silly’

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vegasssss you should not be letting me yap especially cuz i'm bouta be on spring break like this week (yippie except i have a test the literal week i get back ☹️) and i may or may not accidentally bombard you with asks so uhm yeah anyways

erm okay okay so basically idk if has been done before, probably has cuz i don't think it's very special but like let me try and explain it okay

sooooo it's like you live with geto and this is like pre-kenjaku (i think its kinda obvi where im going with this but wtvr) one night you're in bed waiting for him to come home and you check the time seeing it's already when he usually gets home right and like "zamn where he att???" yk and uhmm you call and he don't pick up no matter how many times you call which is weird cuz he usually at least texts you or smth if he can't pick and then out of NOWHERE you get a call from gojo and he's like "don't open the door for anyone" which is cray cray cuz you get a knock the door (crazy right) and it's geto (or is it...) and then i ended up falling asleep or waking up or smth cuz idk what happens next

i promise i'll get sleep, soon, hopefully

hope you're day is good and you're night is better vegas‼️‼️

WAIT I FORGOT TO ASK HRU

HRU VEGAS⁉️⁉️

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YAP ALL YOU WANT 💝💝💝🫂. squirt nation is so happy to have u, don’t worry !!!!

woah ur spring break comes so late, lucky. mine ended about last week n im alr missing it <3 good luck & make sure to study a lot ! feel freeeee to bombard me with asks lover

OOOOOOo i love it. pre-kenjaku you say? omg this sounds kinda eerie me like. pls the “it’s geto (or is it)” TBIS SOUNDS GOOD. u should totally write it that seems like a fire ass angst ☹️☹️😞

it’s been like four hours (i just woke up) hope ur getting some good sleep rn !!!!

but awh thank you babe! 🫂 im doing okay im GOOOOOD, prob gonna make me some ramen n finish these assignments i procrastinated