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mainfaggot · 8 months ago
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hi guys my lower back hurts like a mf and the world almost ended 9 times today but it didn't and im okay and it's fine and having an anxiety disorder is stupid as fuck. lol. LMFAO even
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emperorpalpatittay · 1 year ago
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The Break In Vsn:2
Simon “ghost” Riley x Wife!reader
Tw: blood, death, panic attack
I didn’t like the first version so I rewrote it completely.
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The night was quiet. You were fast asleep. Simon woke up at every little sound as he was trained to do. He would fall asleep countless time during the night waking up when he heard something and then going back to sleep when he discovered the origin of the noise.
The bed used to seem too soft to him. He was too used to sleeping on hard military cots or on the floor. Your cushy, memory foam bed was uncomfortably soft. He hated how it would sink to accommodate him almost holding him in its plush. It wasn’t until he realized how much less he ached after waking up in it that he began to begrudgingly accept it. Now he was used to it and hated when he had to sleep on anything else.
You were facing him; your hand wrapped around his wrist, your legs intertwined with his. Your head tucked under his as he held you to his chest. The hand not currently being held by you was resting on your back. He slept with you like he was putting himself between you and the world. As if anything that came for you would have to go through him first. Even in his sleep he lived to protect you.
In the dead of night a crash sounded from down stairs. His eyes opened the next second. Fully alert and aware. You jerked awake next to him still caught in the haze of sleep. You looked up at your husband who was now rigid against you.
“What was that?”, the hand around his wrist tightened in fear when you heard footsteps below.,”there’s someone downstairs!”
He shot from the bed and looked down at you still attached to his wrist. Your eyes were blown wide and your chest heaved.
“Si, what are you doing?”
You looked on the verge of tears.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He knew if you saw his worry you would panic. So he answered you in a calm gentle voice.
“I’ve got to keep you safe, lovey. I’ll be back. Everything will be fine. Stay here for me, yeah?”
You nodded and he pulled himself away. He left you huddled behind the bed with one of his knives. “Just in case.”
Once out of your bedroom door he put on the balaclava he took out of his nightstand. If he could be stealthy and agile in full tactical gear then he was a silent predator with his loose football shorts and bare chest. His feet unencumbered and unannounced by his heavy combat boots. He stalked them in the dark.
The first one he found in the office attempting to crack the code on the gun safe. He fell with no scream or cry. Just the gurgling of blood pooling in his throat from his severed jugular.
The second one in the hallway was going through the shelves taking your antique silver candle holders you’d inherited from your grandmother. He didn’t see Simon until it was too late. His massive hands on either side of his head snapping his neck before he could call out.
The third one was in the living room ransacking it for its various electronics. He turned around when Simon’s hulking figure appeared behind him. The poor lad nearly shat himself at the sight of the giant man in the balaclava. His pale chest splattered with blood. His eyes cold and unnerving. He was death.
The beginning of a scream made its way out before Simons knife found its way to the base of man’s throat. Thrust in with the strength of a bear. He fell to the ground, hands desperately trying to dislodge it from its place. He squirmed and clawed before stilling completely.
With the downstairs clear he made his way upstairs ready to calm you and clean himself off. The prior worry left his body with a sigh as he climbed the stairs, taking off the balaclava as he did.
Your door was open. The door he himself made sure was closed. Once again he tensed. As he crossed the threshold of your shared bedroom the acrid smell of blood hit his nose.
There you were on the floor shaking and covered in blood. A body lay in front of you. Simons knife sticking out from from its chest. Your hands were over your mouth muffling your sobs spreading the bright red blood across your face.
“I…I..he came up a-and I..I..just.”
It was broken up by sobs and muffled behind your hands.
“Oh lovey, shhh, shhh. It’s okay. You did what you have to okay. Look at me.”
He knelt in front of you taking your hands in his so he could look at you.
“Are you hurt at all?”
“No. No I’m okay. Can you please just hold me?”
He didn’t say anything but just pulled you to his chest and let you cry into him. He stroked your back as you cried whispering little nothings.
He was angry at himself how did he not know there was a fourth one. You could have been hurt. Here you were broken in his arms. You were not a killer. Your soft hands meant for healing not hurting.
He would deal with the mess later. For now he would hold you
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noveauskull · 5 months ago
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Hello, how are you? if you still have your requests open can you write an angsty One-shot for Geshu Lin? I know there's barely any backstory about him in the game, but I wanted to know if you could write a one-shot where he had a partner (reader) who was a soldier. Amidst a battle, while searching for his partner among the fallen soldiers, he finds them critically wounded, on the verge of death, and he desperately tries to make them react and tries to take them to a field medic, but his partner ends up dying in his arms after saying "I'm sorry". I'm not sure if the idea is understandable, and if you write angst, I really adore the character, and there's very little content about Geshu Lin, and I'm a lover of angst and I really love your writing and how you write.
"In Another World, We Live Together" (ANGST)
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characters: geshu lin x reader
warnings: mentions of death, a bit gore, angst, soldier f! reader
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In an atmosphere covered in smoke from burnt wood, you squinted your eyes, feeling it tear up from the toxicity the smoke was releasing.
You were wounded. Well, wounded would be a very kind word to be used at the moment, when really the floor was covered in red at any direction your eyes could glance at.
You could feel your throat being blocked by it's own muscles, as if it was choking itself, but it was cause you were crying. You knew that out of every other day where you got injured, today was different.
Something wasn't right. You wished you could move your neck to see the state of your stomach but you couldn't. Your body just won't listen, and that frustrated you, so much it scared you to.
All you could do was lie down and wait, you were starting to get used to the throbbing pain on your stomach, but the pain was so unbearable you couldn't even pass out, you were stuck.
When you thought you had lost all hope, you hear a familiar voice call out to you as a figure emerged through the smoke, you could only see half of the figure's body before it came closer, letting you realize you knew this man.
General Geshu Lin, your partner.
Your face twisted into an expression full of pain as you cried, hearing Geshu Lin's panicked shouts made you feel relieved, yet at the same time, you were terrified to hear how loud he was, never in your life have you heard him shout this loud.
"Y/N!!!"
You watched him kneel to the ground and hold your body gently, placing your head on his lap as he stared down at you with wide eyes, his complexion seemed pale. Extremely pale.
"Y-Y/n... Y-Your st-stomach" Geshu Lin stuttered, his eyes were locked onto you torso, but you only stared at his face, slowly blinking away your tears to give yourself a good look at your partner.
But out of curiousity, your eyes trailed slowly from the side view of Geshu Lin's face to your stomach, and the sight shocked you to the point you could feel every bone on your body shake in terror.
Your stomach was hollow. So hollow you could see a bit of your rib cage, and all your organs and intestines were missing. Just what did one blow from a tacet discord do to you?
A strong choke escapes your mouth, your eyes widening to the point your eyelids seemed like they took up too much space on your sockets, you instinctively tried moving your legs to kick your body back up, but it was no use, your body had lost all connection within each other.
"N-No...I-I won't let this happen to you..." Geshu Lin was in a state of panic, and you could see it as clear as day, his behavior didn't help you one bit at all, yet you couldn't blame him.
It seemed...like your life has been cut short.
You watched as Geshu Lin's wounded body forced you up, carrying you in a bridal position, and carefully making sure you didn't lose anything more, as you hear him mumble to you.
"I-It's okay, I-It's okay y/n...Y-you're gonna b-be fine..."
He kept chanting to you, you hadn't notice that he was running so fast, all you could do was look at his face, your eyes tracing every single line that he had, almost like how an artist would sketch out a drawing.
You knew it was too late for you, so you used your final moments to burn General Geshu Lin's face into your mind, one last time.
"W-We'll get you to a g-good doctor, a-and you'll be all fixed, o-okay?"
Geshu Lin didn't even look down at you, he kept his eyes locked in front of him, even if his arms and legs were going numb he never let you even slip for a moment, all his mind was focused on is getting you help.
"I-I'm sorry..." You croaked. Finally mustering up your energy to say something to catch Geshu Lin's attention.
"W-What are you apologizing for?" He finally looked down at you, but your eyes were lifeless.
Geshu Lin stopped his tracks to look down at you, tears drenching his cheeks, without realising his legs gave out on him, and he was now kneeling on the concrete floor, his pupils rapidly shaking to the point his vision went blurry.
He couldn't even let out a scream. All he wanted to do right now was remain silent, in order to not miss hearing your voice again, that you would wake up from being unconcious and he could continue to bring you to the medics.
But in the back of his mind, he knew.
He knew you weren't there anymore with him.
And he didn't want to accept it.
He couldn't.
He won't
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A/N: ANGST??? ME??? WRITING??? I can't believe this. I wrote angst. In like... A LONG TIME.
I struggled to finish this cause i got so serious in wanting to make this sad as possible, but i dont got that dog in me to fulfil that energy so this is the final result 😮‍💨😮‍💨
ty for the request thoo!! ✨️✨️
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stray-cattt · 1 year ago
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The Rooftops That Cry at Night
A Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia angst fanfic, hurt/comfort, lowkey vent fanfic, if you’d rather read it on A03, here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45798712
Summary: Just because Dabi is a villian doesn't mean he's going to leave the #2 hero alone breaking down on the verge of a panic attack. He may be an ass but he's not a complete asshole. Might be a bit out of character but I don't really care, I started this fic at 3 AM because someone was playing the flute outside of my dorm and I couldn't sleep. I originally posted this on March 16th, I just forgot to put it here.
Content warnings: panic attack, break downs, and age regression a bit (as a coping mechanism)
 Hawks glanced at his alarm clock that read 3:21AM; letting a sigh leave his mouth he turned off his 4AM alarm for patrol before turning to his balcony. Dressed in his hero attire that he hadn’t taken off in the past two days he took a deep breath before jumping off the balcony and letting his wings spread. Hawks shivered as the brisk night air hit his face. It was nights like these where he flew aimlessly with no destination in mind, just flying to fly. Well not entirely, flying to stop the pounding in his head from his thoughts. The thoughts that were never ending swirling around in his mind. Hawks mindlessly scanned the terrain he passed, even though he didn’t have patrol for another hour he couldn’t find it in himself to stand still for a minute more. His body ached to move, to do anything, to be useful. If he wasn’t working, did he really hold any value?
 Tonight was quieter than normal, not much seemed to be going on, and it seemed that even the villains had laid down to rest tonight. Something that Hawks craved but remained out of reach. It’s not as though he hadn’t tried sleeping, but every time he felt too restless to stay still and allow himself to relax. Over the past week, he maybe got a collective 21 hours of sleep if he was being generous, lately, the commission had been on his ass with more missions and patrols barely leaving enough time for him to take care of himself. Not that he had the energy to in the first place.
 Hawks sighed, boredom seeping into his bones accompanied by a familiar sense of loneliness. The usual mind-numbing feeling that tended to follow him with these flights seemed to be absent as his thoughts continued to berate him. He felt his insides shake and decided he needed to find a spot to land before he lost control of himself. He landed on the rooftop of a building, unaware of a familiar figure sitting on the opposite side of the roof as his mind seemed to blur out the rest of the world around him. Hawks’ breathing started to rapidly increase as his emotions overwhelmed and enveloped him.
 His knees buckled and he ungracefully knelt down on his knees before hunching over and wrapping his arms around his torso. His body shook as his wings wrapped around himself, Hawks could feel the tears pricking at his eyes. As much as he tried to keep them within the confines of his eyes they fell and continued falling like rain onto the concrete roof. Shallow sobs left his mouth as his mind went into hyperdrive.
     Imagine if your handler saw you like this.  
     What would the commission say about this behavior?  
     Pathetic really how little it takes to break down like this,  
     I thought you were supposed to be a hero.  
 Thoughts continued to swarm him and rally up against him, but before falling into even more of a hyperventilating panic the sound of footsteps approaching him caused him to halt his sobs. Hawks tried to hold himself as still as he could while quieting his shallow breaths to the best of his ability. How long had they been there? How had he not noticed? Hawks cursed his lack of sleep slowly catching up to him, this wouldn’t have been a problem for any other hero, why is he faulty?
 “Hawks?” A familiar voice asked quietly, he would’ve described it as gentle had he not recognized who the voice belonged to. Hawks felt physically unable to give a verbal response back, and when he tried all that left his mouth was a pitiful whine.
 Hawks flinched as a hand lightly touched his wings, but slightly relaxed at the warmth it was emitting before quickly tensing again as he remembered who he was dealing with. Although Dabi had not given off any hostility so far, Hawks still felt on edge. He briefly forgot about the hand on his wings until it moved away, he held back a whimper as the hand was retracted and his breathing began to pick up once again, not realizing how the hand had been grounding him.
 Noticing this Dabi put his hand back on Hawks’ wing and began to pet it trying to comfort the other. Hawks’ feelings were conflicting with one another as he couldn’t tell if it was safe to relax. Safe. When was the last time he felt that, infancy? More treats began to pour from his eyes as tremors ran through his body.
 “Shhh, breathe birdy,” Dabi whispered, trying to get the other to calm down. Hawks’ hands moved from around his waist to clenching his pants as he tried his hardest to stifle the never-ending cries leaving his mouth. Slowly he got his breathing back to normal and all that remained of his tears were hiccups.
 After some time he managed to pull his wings away from his body, no longer shielding himself from Dabi’s gaze. Dabi repositioned himself in front of Hawks carefully noting the noticeable eye bags that weren’t as prevalent the week prior when they met for information exchange, well more Hawks giving information and Dabi giving nothing in return. He carefully swept Hawks’ hair out of his eyes and wiped a stray tear from his face before bringing his hand back. Dabi didn’t miss as Hawks slightly leaned into the light touches. After observing the other Dabi opened his arms for Hawks inviting him into his arms but not moving forward leaving the choice entirely up to the other.
 With slight hesitation Hawks crawled into Dabi’s arms, tears immediately brimming in his eyes as he now realized in full force just how touch-starved he was. Feeling the tremors emitting from Hawks, Dabi wrapped his arms around the other and began to comb his hands through the blond's hair.
 “It’s okay baby bird,” Dabi whispered to the other, Hawks whined in response and grabbed at Dabi’s shirt holding onto him as though he was a lifeline. The two sat there together in silence that was broken apart by sniffles every so often. Dabi hummed a song his mother once sang to him when he was young, a song he had almost forgotten but remembered in the moment.
 “Don’t wanna be a hero, just wanna be a kid again.” Hawks meekly spoke, his voice cracking slightly as he hadn’t used it in hours.
 “You don’t have to be a hero right now birdy,” Dabi replied, his humming coming to a stop. “I’ll take care of you, you need rest more than you need to be a hero right now.”
 Had it been colder that night Dabi might’ve been a bit worried about the other falling asleep on him, but the cold night air was gone now, replaced with air that felt like a light blanket surrounding the two. Not soon after Hawks’ cries died down, soft snores followed, his hands no longer clutching at the others' shirts. Dabi let a genuine smile adorn his face as he held the other now propped up against the wall of the ledge.
 “Sometimes all you need is to be held.” Dabi smiled once more before letting himself fall asleep with the other.
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elpida · 1 year ago
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"Two Pink lines " for eden
She'd taken the test and stared down, waiting for the results.. when two pink lines showed. The first thing Eden felt was panic, was this really happening? She was pregnant and she.. god she'd been careless, she'd let Brian fuck her so many times and what did she really think was going to happen? She hadn't cared, she'd been reckless and let him cum in her time and time again. She just figured it'd never happen, that she'd not fall pregnant easily, but that wasn't the case.. she had and was, very much pregnant.
Eden sat in the bathroom and cried for about an hour, terrified of what she was meant to do.. it wasn't like she had family around to support her if his reaction was terrible, if he didn't want this... what if he didn't? God she was scared, sure he had money, but how much did she really know about him? Eden still thought he had a good job, owned some businesses and such, she didn't know the truth. What if she was just another girl he fucked and he didn't want this at all?
Regardless, she knew she had to tell him and that was the part that was making her anxious. She was on the verge of having a panic attack by the time she got her coat on and walked over to his penthouse, test in her pocket. She had never turned up unannounced, she always text or called before she came over so for her to just turn up unexpected was not normal. She took the elevator up, felt her hands trembling in her pockets, felt the race of her heart, hell she almost felt sick with nerves. "Brian? Sorry to interrupt.. could I talk to you for two minutes?" business meeting she assumed. "I'm sorry, it's important.." because she couldn't just keep it a secret, that'd torment her more and it was very clear she'd been crying.
When he came out of the room she ushered him somewhere more quiet, away from that room of people. "I need to tell you something." she mumbled, even her voice sounded wary but her hands, her body.. she was literally shaking. What if he called her an idiot for being so stupid? What if he didn't want this or... she was fretting, really fretting. Every one had heard horror stories like this, how people could turn their back on you easily, sure they'd been seeing each other but this could change how he felt, since it was so serious. She couldn't sat it at first, not until she reached into her pocket and took out the test, not just one.. but three, all positive. She wanted to be certain. That was when she started to speak from anxious nerves. "I'm sorry I'm so sorry I didn't think and I was just, in the moment every time I didn't kind of think it'd happen like that fast or— I know how naive that sounds that I wasn't careful when we— or—" she couldn't look up, not when she was worried it'd be a look of disgust awaiting her, but she needed to take a breath. "I'm really sorry if you're angry at me I'd understand and I know you're busy right now.. but I'm pregnant." she paused. "and.. I'm really bloody scared."
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lilimonarch · 1 year ago
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Doctor Hanahaki - The Memories that Never Return [15]
Doctor Hanahaki Prequel: Whumptober spinoff!
Whumptober day 15: Suppressed suffering, "I'm fine," and lyric prompt.
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I don't need you to help me, I can handle things myself
Bokuto slammed the locker shut, glaring at his own teammate. "Konoha! Can't you understand this is a rough time for all of us right now? Why do you have to be so selfish?"
Konoha was tired.
Emotionally tired, physically exhausted. His heart and his brain were running on empty, and he could feel his vision blur with every practice after a night of restlessness. He could feel his muscles weaken, his chest tighten with anxiety, and his patience shrink.
Konoha never wanted to be a leader. He wanted his senior year to be filled with fun, happiness, memories. He hated how selfish it sounded, but it was the truth. Bokuto wasn't his bright self, Konoha only saw Akaashi in a hospital bed, and it appeared everyone with emotional struggles went to him for help but were never present when he needed help himself.
He figured he wouldn't bother telling anyone about his own struggles, since it appeared they all were too preoccupied with their own horrid situation to focus on him anyways.
Tensions were high, his battery low. Another rough game, another rough loss for the team without Akaashi. The younger players were demoralized, their coach was growing restless, and Bokuto was... being Bokuto. Konoha felt like passing out, the dizziness and exhaustion growing unbearable.
The words rang again in his aching head. "Konoha! Can't you understand this is a rough time for all of us right now? Why do you have to be so selfish?"
Konoha stopped and the locker room fell silent. Konoha laughed. "Selfish?" He was grinning, his heart pumping with a feeling nobody could describe. "You think... I'm selfish?" Words not said with fear, or panic, but with an unsettling anger none of them had ever seen.
Bokuto looked away, ashamed. "Konoha-"
"Selfish?! Yeah, this has been a rough time for all of us, but have you ever stopped to think for five minutes about how I'm doing? No, you haven't. Whenever you need support late at night, who do you call? Me, Bokuto. You call me. I comfort you over the phone, I drive to your house at 3 am and hold you until you fall asleep, and I don't get an ounce of that in return!" Konoha's breathing grew labored, faces of shock turning into faces of concern.
Their teammate was on the verge of exhaustion, it was clear to see now. "Konoha," one of the second-year students tried to jump in. "Let's not-"
"I haven't slept properly in weeks! Okay? Weeks! I didn't want to be leader but here we are! I did because I'm a good person! I'm so exhausted that I get dizzy when I'm playing volleyball, so when I need to sit down so I don't pass out, I'm alone. What the hell is up with that?" Konoha clenched his fists, his vision starting to blur as he staggered, but this time, he wasn't going to sit down, go out silent. He didn't even realize he was crying. "You said it yourself, it's hard for us all. Where's my support? Where is my team, guys? Where's my friend, Bokuto? Where is he!? Where is..." Konoha's words slurred as he reached out for anything at all, his body wavering and his knees buckling before him. "Where... where-"
Bokuto was there to catch him when Konoha fell, the room dead silent except for one of the first-years running out for help. Konoha's entire world was dizzy, and despite his recent outburst, he clung onto the team-captain as if his life depended on it.
"I'm sorry," Bokuto broke the silence, his voice shaking with every syllable. "You're right, Konoha. I'm sorry."
Konoha, delirious, shook his head, doing nothing to help with his dizzying vision. "No..." he forced his eyes open as he tried to get up, Bokuto easily keeping him down. "I'm fine... nothing to- nothing to worry about."
"Stop lying, Konoha," Bokuto shook his head, keeping Konoha close to him. Konoha wasn't a back-up Akaashi, Konoha wasn't perfect, Konoha wasn't strong all the time, he was human, he was Konoha. "You aren't okay. You're exhausted, and I should have been a better friend and noticed you needed help. I'm sorry, and I promise that I can be a person you can lean on when you need to."
Konoha laughed, exhausted and exasperated. "God... this is such a mess." It brought a small smile to both of their faces.
"Just to be clear, I'm holding you until you fall asleep tonight. To make sure you actually fall asleep," Bokuto whispered, not giving Konoha much of an option. Though, it appeared he didn't need to.
Konoha slowly sat up, his team helping him off the ground and to sit in one of the benches. They handed him water, his bag, and gave him support. "Thanks, guys," he sighed, wiping his own tears. "Thanks, Bo."
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etherealyoungk · 6 months ago
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into the night | jeon wonwoo
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SUMMARY: when you call wonwoo late at night telling him you're stranded, he drops everything to make his way to you (and bring you home safe)
PAIRING: biker!wonwoo x reader
THEMES: biker au, established relationship, terms of endearment, comfort fluff
WARNINGS: speed, fluff, kissing, a little suggestive (only at the end)
WORDCOUNT: 3.1k
A/N: just another very self-indulgent fic. another biker wonwoo fic here.
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the cool wind blows in your hair as you stand next to your car on the verge of tears. you really don't know how you ended up here - well you do actually. you were upset, overwhelmed from work and exhausted. you just wanted to run away for a bit, get away from life. but right now it seemed like life had caught up and was showing you the reality of your situation.
you pull out your phone from your sling bag and unlock it, your hands opening your contacts, your finger hovering over wonwoo's number. it was late, almost going to be midnight and here you were in the middle of nowhere because your car decided to break down. you wonder whether you should bother wonwoo tonight, having second thoughts, but your finger taps on his contact anyway, dialling his number. you don't think he is going to pick up after a few rings and you move your phone from your ear. that's when you hear the line pick up on the other end, wonwoo's voice floating in your ear.
"yn?", he asks, his voice tinged with a little sleepiness. "i-sorry did i wake you up?", you ask softly, looking down at your feet.
"no, i was up. are you okay?", he asks you, and that question gets you. you bite your lip in an attempt to not cry, feeling overwhelmed all over again.
"wonwoo", you say softly, feeling like an idiot for getting yourself in this situation.
"my love, what's wrong?", his voice comes through, concern laced in his voice and you can hear the sound of some shuffle on the other side.
"can you come get me?", you finally manage to choke out, your voice cracking, betraying your composure. "where are you?", he asks, his tone more alert now.
"i'm kind of stranded", you confess softly, and wonwoo catches onto the tremor in your voice, getting worried. "i don't know where i am, i was just driving and the car broke down", you try to explain softly, a lone tear rolling down your cheek.
"driving? why were you driving so late", he presses, to which you don't respond. you bite your lip in hesitation, unsure whether you want to tell wonwoo the truth or not.
you can hear him sigh softly on the other end before he speaks again. "send me your location and wait in the car, okay. i'm on the way", he says before hanging up.
after sending wonwoo your location, you settled into the quiet of the car, exhaustion weighing heavily upon your eyelids. despite your best efforts to stay awake, you unintentionally dozed off, unaware of the passing time and wonwoo's frantic attempts to reach you, the phone on silent.
in wonwoo's mind, each unanswered call heightens his worry, his imagination conjuring the worst-case scenarios, thinking something might have happened to you. it was unlike you to not respond to his calls. you'd usually reassure him with a quick call or text, but right now you were unreachable and panic ignited in his chest, propelling him to rush towards your location on his bike, each passing moment feeling like an eternity.
he finally reaches your location, finding your car on the side of the road with the blinkers flashing. with wonwoo's heart pounding with every step he takes, he approaches your car, his knuckles knocking against the window, startling you awake.
jumping up at the sudden noise, you blinked groggily, confusion clouding your senses. a figure stood outside, casting a silhouette against the darkness. fear momentarily gripped you until clarity dawned, and you recognised the familiar leather jacket that belonged to wonwoo.
with a shaky exhale, you reached for the door handle. as you stepped out into the cool night air you heard wonwoo say something like "thank god" under his breath as you stepped out.
"are you okay?", he asks, worried, his hair a touseled mess, falling over his forehead and eyes, blowing gently with the breeze. he looks you up and down, looking for any signs of injury.
"i'm okay, i just dozed off", you tell and relief seems to flood in his eyes. "you got me worried there, i called you but you weren't picking up", he says, looking at you, relieved to see you safe and sound.
a gush of wind passes, making you shiver. you cross your arms over your chest to offer some sort of warmth to your body. you stand there in front of wonwoo, avoiding wonwoo's gaze, dreading the question he might ask you about why you were driving out so late in the middle of nowhere. but the question never comes.
"let's go home", he says softly, reassuring in a way, holding out his hand for you to take, making you finally look up at him. you take his hand, walking along with him. he holds your hand gently but there's something comforting about his touch.
that's when you finally spot the bike - wonwoo's sports bike parked on the side of the road, making you turn your head to him.
"it's gonna get cold", he remarks, his voice gentle as he retrieves another jacket from his bike. he holds it out to you and waits patiently as you slip your arms into the sleeves, his touch tender as he settles the jacket over your shoulders. though it was slightly oversized, the garment seemed to embrace you in its warmth, a comforting shield against the biting night air. wonwoo's heart swelled with pride at the sight of you wearing his jacket.
"we're going home on this?", you question, apprehension evident in your voice as wonwoo zips up the jacket around you.
"why? are you scared?" he teases lightly. he knew all too well of your unease with riding on his bike, a fear you had yet to conquer since the beginning of your relationship. the whole thing seemed so intimidating to you, but wonwoo never pushed you to overcome it, understanding you and respecting your space. but tonight, it seemed like you were finally going to face your fear.
"it was the fastest way to get to you", he adds softly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear as your eyes dart around nervously, still grappling with the idea of riding on his bike.
"do you trust me?", he asks, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. you lift your eyes to meet his, and nod slowly. "then let's go home".
wonwoo sits on the bike, manoeuvring it into position. he extends his hand, helping you to get on the bike and take a seat. once you're settled in the seat, you can't help but notice its height and weight, a realisation sinking on what you were about to embark on.
wonwoo hands you the spare helmet he brought along with him, and you accept it, your fingers tracing the smooth surface nervously.
"okay, some ground rules," he began, his gaze turning serious as he turns back to look at you.
"hold onto me no matter what or else you're gonna fall off", he says, his gaze turning amused when he sees the flash of panic in your eyes.
"woah not like that, i mean, it's better to hold onto me you know", he adds, chuckling softly and you make a face, smacking him lightly.
"tap me once to tell me you're comfortable, tap twice if you want me to slow down and tap thrice if you want me to stop or you don't feel okay", he instructs carefully. you nod at his intrusions.
"okay?", he asks again and you nod again.
"words, i need words my love", he prompts and you finally speak, squeaking out a small yes, still scared about being on the bike and the corners of his mouth tug up in a small smile.
you watch as he puts on his big biker gloves before taking the helmet from your hands and placing it on your head, adjusting as needed. he puts on his helmet too and waits. you're confused and hold onto his jacket to brace yourself. he opens the visor on his helmet before speaking.
"love, you gotta hold onto me", he says, startling you for a second. "i-i-am", you stutter out in surprise.
"that's not going to work", he says and wordlessly reaches out his hands to yours, guiding them around his waist and you hold onto him now. "that's much better", he remarks, satisfied before telling you he was going to start, putting down his visor.
the bike starts and wonwoo pushes off, riding in the direction home. and fuck, you had underestimated the speed that you'd be going at. your grip around wonwoo tightens and he smiles to himself. wonwoo's grateful for the helmet because gosh, he was melting under your touch truly. he finds you cute, so so cute and all his.
he still remembers the day he first met you. it was at the convenience store where he found you feeding a few of the stray cats that he usually feeds. he'd just gone in to buy some food for them and when he came out walking around to the back, he saw you. you were crouched down as you handed the cats some food and watched them eat with a tender smile on your face. it's was only a few seconds later that you had finally noticed his presence, standing up in a rush.
seeing the strange man in front of you all of a sudden, you panicked, taking a step back until wonwoo spoke.
"you feed them too?", he inquired, tilting his head to the side with geunine curiosity. he remembers the way you nodded your head shyly and the way you took him in, your gaze lingering at his tattoed arm that was exposed, the sleeves rolled up a bit.
from that moment on, your paths seemed to cross more frequently. wonwoo found himself drawn to your presence, often finding excuses to linger around the convenience store in hopes of encountering you once more. you'd get so nervous and shy every time he'd come around on that big bike of his, wearing that leather jacket that made him look so cool and his hair that had grown into a mullet that was a little long and shaggy and fell over his forehead and eyes, making him look hot, paired with the tattoos that covered his one arm, he looked irresistible. and not to forget his towering height - oh he was hot.
it had been almost six months into dating and you'd still never ridden on his bike before, until now. wonwoo gestures his hand in a thumbs up, asking you if you are okay and you tap his chest once. he smiles, glad, but really, you were scared, hanging onto wonwoo for dear life. you feel his hand gently intertwine in yours to reassure you as he slows down at a signal. you sit up a little straighter now, allowing your grip around his waist to loosen just a little.
he starts up again, accelerating again. you clutch onto him a little tighter than last time, closing your eyes. the rush of speed and nerves overwhelming you. you tap him twice, indicating you want him to slow down a little and he does, slowing down at a manageable speed for you but still going at a steady pace. as the minutes pass, you find the courage to open your eyes, lifting your head to take in your surroundings. to your surprise, you realized that you were in familiar territory—the neighbourhood where wonwoo lived. with his home now just a mere ten minutes away, a sense of relief washed over you, tempered with a newfound sense of accomplishment for conquering your fears, if only for a moment.
the rest of the ride is smooth. once wonwoo reaches his home, he parks the bike, turns off the engine, mountings his legs on the ground. your arms are still around his waist, gripping him tighter than ever because the bike was now leaning towards the left since he'd put it on the stand. you were somehow convinced that you were going to fall off if you didn't hold onto wonwoo. he takes off his helmet and sets it down in front of him on the gas tank.
"you okay love?", he asks when you haven't let go of him yet. "yeah i'm okay", you manage out softly, your voice muffled through the helmet.
you reluctantly take your hands off wonwoo and move your hands up to take off your helmet. wonwoo gets down first, his height and long legs making it easier for him than for you. he takes both helmets, placing them on the small bench in his yard.
as you remained perched on the bike, a hesitation rushed through you, with the sudden reluctance to dismount the bike. gazing down at the ground beneath you, you tried to steady yourself, despite knowing there was no real risk of falling. with a nervous gulp, you raised your eyes to meet wonwoo's, finding him regarding you with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
wonwoo shakes his head a little, letting out a soft exhale, letting his hair breathe finally. he runs a hand through his dishevelled hair, the strands falling in an adorable mess around his face. he continues to look at you, wondering why you haven't gotten off yet.
"need help?", he prompts. "how am i supposed to-", you trail off, feeling embarrassed. you manage to swing your one leg to the other side and now you're settled in a sideways position, holding onto the bike so you don't slide off entirely. wonwoo walks forward and wordlessly holds onto you, his hands finding your waist to steady you as you peer up at him.
"i'll pick you up, just wrap your legs around my waist," he says calmly, and you furrow your brows for a second before nodding in understanding. wonwoo lifts you up effortlessly and you instinctively encircle your legs around his torso as your arms wrap around his neck for support. his one arm supported you, securely wrapped around your waist as he held you up. the proximity made your heart rate rush and you lean more into him so you don't fall off.
he grabs the bike keys before heading to the door, unlocking the door with ease and walking inside with you, holding onto you securely. you admire wonwoo up close and gosh, he was so handsome and pretty.
wonwoo sets you down on the kitchen island countertop, his hands lingering on your waist for a moment as you look at him. as you meet his eyes, you can't help but notice how your height almost matches his towering height now. he gives you a small but comforting smile before his hands move off your waist. he unzips his jacket, taking it off, only to expose his tattoed arm as he slides the jacket off, making you gasp ever so softly at the sight. you'd seen wonwoo's tattoos plenty of times before, but they never failed to leave you in awe every time you saw them. despite wonwoo's intimidating appearance - for someone who looked cold, badass and was so buff, he was so soft, sweet and gentle. it was a contrast that never failed to captivate you, drawing you closer to the enigma that was wonwoo.
wonwoo's wearing a sleeveless compression shirt and as you look at him, it's slowly turning your brain to mush with the way it was hugging his body perfectly at all the right places, showing off his build and muscles. the way the fabric hugged and accentuated every sculpted muscle of his sent your thoughts spiralling in a whirlwind. you have to tear your eyes away, opting to look at your lap instead, feeling the rush of heat flood your cheeks. wonwoo smirks to himself when he catches you checking him out and stealing glances at him, a little boost to his ego.
he takes off the gloves, placing them on the counter and finally, his attention is back on you. he looks at you, stepping forward so that he was closer, standing between your legs as he lifts your chin up so that you can meet his gaze.
"what's going on?", he asks softly, his hand caressing your cheek as he looks at you sweetly. your eyes dart to the side before returning to his unwavering gaze.
"i-i don't know", you confess as you look at him. "i just needed some space i guess, everything got too much", you tell and his gaze softens as he looks at you.
"next time you want to escape, at least call me, i can take you", he murmurs, his words carrying a sense of reassurance and comfort. you gulp at the closeness and his words as he stares into your soul.
"yeah-okay", you mumbled softly, blinking at him, getting nervous again. the way wonwoo could render you a shy nervous mess in mere seconds was something that needed to be studied.
before you can dwell on your response more , wonwoo closes the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender and gentle kiss. a rush of warmth floods your body and in that moment, everything seems to stop. he pulls away and you hope he can't hear how loud and fast your heart is beating.
you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him forward as you bury your face in his chest, engulfing him in a hug. wonwoo's arms instantly wrap around your waist, pulling you a little closer to him, letting you bask in his embrace, the comforting weight of his presence grounding you as he hugs you back, burying his face in the crook of your neck. at that moment, amidst the warmth of his embrace, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment of quiet intimacy.
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bonus: the intrusive thoughts really won here
you riding the bike with wonwoo again, the wind is refreshing as he glides on the roads. after that day, you'd gotten a little more confident and okay with riding on wonwoo's bike. but now, it was like second nature to you. your hands are around wonwoo's waist before you have a little mischievous thought and you smile to yourself. your hands slowly creep up to his chest, your fingers finding the buttons of his shirt as you slowly undo them. wonwoo has no idea what's happening until he glances dow n at the feeling of your hands on his chest, seeing what you are doing.
"what are you doing?", he asks, his voice filling your helmet and you suppress the urge to laugh.
"i'm showing the world how sexy my boyfriend is, though i should be gatekeeping you actually", you tease, undoing another button as wonwoo's shirt now hangs on for dear life. your hands creep up under his shirt and you hear the soft groan he lets out as your hands caress his abs and you grin, satisfied knowing the effect you were having on him.
"oh love, you are so in for it when we get home", he says making you chuckle as you hug him tighter.
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aqvamoss · 9 months ago
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I am doing so bad at having a weekend. I feel like I'm doing bad at having a weekend that I am actually writing a tumblr post, and I dont know if I've every actually written an original tumblr post. Its gonna be a misaligned rant. And I do this knowing my audience is 3 people. I mean fuck I have 16 followers and only recognize people from my hometown or have been through something with, so I know my audience. I am not doing okay. I'm crying typing it. It's just a bad weekend, I've had a great last month. I felt better than I had in the last 4 or more month before that. But I'm really struggling this weekend. I'm trying, I'm working on getting help, and I really dont wanna be drugged again. I just want to feel normal and produce something. I want to do more than take, but I cant do anything for myself. I only do it for other people so I can feel some worth or purpose. And even then I dont fix anything! I cant make anything permanent or stable or reliable or consistent and I can't make a home on rickety foundation! I feel I'm never gonna have somewhere to land or that feels safe or my own or be proud of. I can barely get out of bed somedays, like today. The best I can do is empty a dishwasher. I dont care if that's something, it's not enough. It gets me nowhere, it doesnt move myself forward. I feel like I'm rotting in place and cant find any reason to throw soap on the rot. That's more or less just to say I havent showered in like 5 days. I'm getting more lucid as I write it but I gotta press on with the feeling. I'm crying out all the overwhelming hormones, or at least that's what I tell everyone when I want them to be able to cry in front of me. "Its just your body purging the overflow, they've done studies and looked at tear chemical structures, this is the bodies flush mechanism." Idek if that's true, I say it but did I ever look into it? Did I make it up? I've felt like a lot of things I say lately I dont know where they came from. I've got holes in my brain. Hell maybe even real holes. Depression and genetic dementia, maybe it's getting me early. But all I've done this weekend is rot in my room, nag at myself about the things I should have done, could have done, had the time to do. Make myself a habitat worth holing myself up in. Only done things that minutely benefit the house, the fucking dregs I live with, where we're all suffering one way or another but I try my damnedest to make mine not affect them. This place isnt even safe. I cant feel home here, I can barely host here but it's a goddamn parade for any other fuck that wants to come through. I havent lived with this many people and felt this alone since I moved to grand rapids. I've lost the plot, all I can think about is I cant keep falling any further. I'm not moving up or even moving past things. I dont know where I'm going, where I'm supposed to go, or what's gonna be there if I get there. Is it worth going? Would any of YOU go out not know what the plan is? Just leave the house because you're told that's where things are going to happen? Okay where, with who, how long, and what happens, and WHY? I cant figure out why I'm doing anything other than it keeps me fed, it keeps the Bill's at bay, it keeps me from going crazy but makes me crazy in other ways. None of it feels right and I dont know what the right feeling is or how to feel it. It could shove itself down my throat and I wouldnt know any better because I'm broken and numb to good things. If I've felt anything today it's been the verge of a panic attack. It's been loneliness and exasperation. And the only thing I can do to make any moves forward is to go take a shower and hope to God that sets me back to zero.
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delopsia · 1 year ago
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Hello and welcome to Del's Outer Range S1 E1 thoughts and wonderings! I wrote this as I watched the episode, and I think I'm going mad 💃 feel free to come into my inbox screaming about any of these points.
I like how the shaking of the barn doors fades into the hole. Almost makes me wonder if Royal accidentally unleashed something or "opened the gates" when he threw Trevor's body into it.
I feel the show will eventually circle back to why Royal's eyes were open in that first bedroom scene. He's already awake, thinking about something...what is it?
Cecelia's dream drives me mad every time I hear it. "Rebecca stepped right out of the dark. Amy ran into her arms, Perry, too. We all cried with joy." Nifty how in E8, Rebecca did step right out of the dark, and Amy ran into her arms. Does this imply that Perry was around to run into her arms shortly after?
Also, "we cried with joy" makes me wonder if it was a nudge toward crying with Deputy Sheriff Joy. Perry and Amy run into Rebecca's arms and disappear together. The rest of the Abbott's cry with Sheriff Joy because they've lost another part of their family.
I think I figured out where Rhett's bedroom is located. We know his room is in the left corner due to the placement of the two windows. So, his bedroom is likely the one on the far end of this hallway.
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The hole sounds like a gate opening, and I don't like it.
I swear to God, when Rhett asks "Is there more coffee ma?" his mouth does not move. I think he's asked this in another shot, and someone's taken it and layered it over the scene of him chewing on bacon and reaching for something.
Really? Cecelia? Did you also lose a few hours of your morning? Why did you leave the dishes chilling on the table??
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Also, Rhett miraculously vanishing when everyone went to church.
Luke's reaction to Trevor standing up and going "whoooo!" is forever my favorite thing.
Rhett Abbott. Quickest shirt changer in the west.
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your honor, I am transcending dimensions to kiss his nose.
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Royal knows the hole is opening before he even sees it on Monday. That creepy, deepened wail of a gate opening gets a rise out of Cecelia and even Wayne, but Royal? Not an ounce of surprise on his face. He knows that sound.
Did the clam juice tell Wayne about the hole?
Wayne turning to talk to the mounted buffalo feels like it's significant, again, considering the buffalo that spends the entire season roaming the Abbott ranch...(why did nobody do anything about that, anyway?)
"Are you drunk?" "Nnnnnope." *Hangs up*
The dazed look on Rhett's face will never fail to amaze me.
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Rhett being silently judgy in the background is my favorite flavor of him. "Who's got that much cash and no car? 🙄"
Rhett says, "Who the hell's this?" As the Tillerson's ride up, but I swear his mouth doesn't move again.
The Rhett Abbott Fandom are to the OR Writers what Billy is to the Abbott's. Unnerving.
Rhett removing his gloves twice feels intentional, but I can never tell with this show. Two dimensions or continuity error?
Also, Perry in the background scratching Rhett's horse.
"Billy! BILLY!!"
"Is this legit?" Sir, why is your mouth hardly moving when you say that.
Royal's horse freaks out at the sight of the hole, then is perfectly calm in the next scene.
You know the rock that Royal throws in the hole? I hope it pops back out and bonks him in the head.
Royal pulls his hand away from the hole and backs up in a panic. We get a close-up shot, then go back to the previous shot.
AND SUDDENLY. HIS HORSE IS BEHIND HIM.
AND HIS HAT HAS CHANGED POSITIONS.
DID WE CHANGE TIMELINES, OR IS THE HORSE AND HAT JUST MAGICAL?
I HATE THIS SHOW.
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Perry's on the verge of tears, and Rhett's just stanced up in the background. Whore.
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"Do you think I'm withholding information?" Perry continues to make me suspicious.
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I'm convinced that Royal throwing that letter from the County Assessor into the hole will come back and bite him in the ass.
Where the FUCK did that bison come from, and why does nobody question it. Not even a "Hey, we should get this guy off the land before he tears up our fences." Just another Tuesday' 'round here.
"I won't get hurt." Famous last words, Autumn.
Am I just a whore, or is he effortlessly hot?
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The stuttering while Rhett apologizes, makes me wonder if he's worried about Perry blowing up at him.
My mom deeply appreciates the style of beer bottles. "I didn't know they made those anymore!"
Perry teasing Rhett is the most brotherly thing he does in this show.
"She had a boyfriend and went to college. I stayed here."
"Okay, 🙄 okay 🙄."
The lit-up deer in the background of the bar really sets the mood, you know?
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"Part of Gods plan?"
"You believe that?"
"Nnnno >:("
Also, Perry saying, "the family and the land are always going to be more important to him (Royal) than the money," feels significant.
Especially when Rhett says, "and that way is gonna cost him his whole ranch." Because we all know what happens by the end of the season! :D
Maybe there's a reason why they gave Rhett a name meaning advisor. Rhett Abbott literally means "advisor father" or in my interpretation, "an advisor to his father."
Perry has three meanings. One who dwells by the pear tree; traveler, pilgrim. Traveler would make sense, considering his uh...E7 departure...
I do like that they constantly write Rhett apologizing. Instead of blowing it off, he straight up says, "No that was stupid of me to say."
He's a good man, your honor. A good man.
Trevor having his face down in this woman's chest will never not be iconic to me.
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"You're better than that," Maria, you just admitted you haven't spoken to him in five years.
"You told me the first thing you were gonna do is escape." And she's about to hold that against him for the entire season. Because every 18/19-year-old is permanently bound to what they say they'll do.
"You know, I felt for y'all, about my dad going after your land," says Trevor, as if he didn't also stop Luke from offering help to talk it out, by saying, "No, the fact of the matter is, y'all are gonna lose some land."
Rhett not being surprised about Perry committing manslaughter will forever haunt me. How bad does Perry act to warrant such a...chill reaction.
Snooping on journals is my favorite activity.
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The fear and wateriness in Rhett's eyes. The blankness in Perry's.
AGAIN WITH THE BUFFALO
Rhett, why did you get out of the truck? Are you gonna ride the bison? Chase it off with your hat?
"Anybody calls, you don't answer. If your mother wakes up, don't say a single goddamn word, you got it?" Wise words, Royal, but Perry will forget this within five fucking minutes.
Rhett's "Sure. But what's that mean for me? I'm just supposed to go down by myself?" breaks my heart every time I hear it.
The director says Amy is nine...she really can't go and get her own water?
I giggle every time Trevor's body falls off the damn horse 😭
I also giggle when I watch the Tillersons bounce off the barn door.
My favorite part about watching them try to break into the barn is that Rhett is likely hiding in there. I'd like to think he's hiding with a horse or up in the rafters, praying nobody looks up.
Billy picking up horse shit with his bare hands. Eugh.
There's a lot going on here
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Why was the four-wheeler already packed onto the truck? 😭
Royal's horse Tillie, just dropping Trevor's body and leaving Royal to deal with the aftermath, is so funny. She did her job, and she is now going home!
The super slo-mo of Trevor descending into the hole. Iconic.
Autumn continues to unnerve me to no end. Automatically brings up Cronus at the sight of the hole.
Fun fact, Cronus married his sister, Rhea! And Royal married his adoptive sister, Cecelia!
Notice the switching of the R's and the C's...I'm going mad!
I wish I was a fly on the wall when Cecelia and Royal told Cece's family they were together.
Autumn rubbing Royal's biceps...bleh
Why does she sound so surprised when she shoves him in? She makes this "huh!" sound. Like she suddenly lost control.
Congrats, you made it to the end of...whatever the hell this was! I need an entire night of sleep before I can touch episode 2 😭
Rewatching Outer Range for the umpteenth time. Will slowly reblog with random thoughts and theories.
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depressedgothgrl · 3 years ago
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sneaking around
warnings: smut(ish), some mentions of oral (f receiving)
summary: you meet with nate on a friday night
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you couldn’t explain it, but you really liked nate. maybe it’s only because he took your virginity, but ever since you guys figured out a way to get out the bathroom, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. it’s like he is living in your mind rent free. you even went up to him at the party, acting like it’s the first time you guys saw each other. surprisingly, nate played along, mainly because he liked the fact you had more interest in him. after he was beat up by your good friend, fezco, you we’re on the verge of crying. panicking over the bloody body, you try to see if nate’s still breathing.
nate wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he really liked you too. maybe it was the innocence that trapped him, but he was trapped and he couldn’t get you out his head. nate wanted to be with you, but there was just one little problem… maddy. even though he likes you, he knows maddy and he knows he’d always love her. but now he is confused in which girl he actually wants. when it came to you, he liked how you were sensitive and emotional, and he liked how you never cared about peoples opinions too much. he believes if he was dating you sophomore year instead of maddy, he would’ve never grew up to do the things he did. but when it came to maddy, they have too much history to “let go”. he was so confused and lost, and he was stuck going back & forth with himself to think about who he wants.
you, maddy, some random guy, and mckay carried him to maddy’s car and drove him to a hospital. you sat in the back with nate while maddy drove. you held nate’s hand and tried to fix your breathing, you couldn’t try to calm someone down when you’re freaking out too. you couldn’t tell if he was conscious or not, but you told yourself that he was so you could think positively. once you guys got to the hospital, you & maddy never left nate’s side. maddy was understandable, but you? this confused maddy a lot. you never mentioned him whenever you guys were near each other. you and maddy weren’t friends if we were being honest, but you were friends with kat and cassie, so you were always around maddy. she grew suspicious of you and nate, but was mainly worried about him being safe.
it had been a few days since you took nate to the hospital, and you couldn’t stop worrying about him. you wanted to go to the hospital, and see if he was released yet, but you didn’t want people to assume the worst. all you could do is just wait for him to be released and see him, and you hated every second of waiting. at one moment, you were in your room waiting for the phone to ring. and you were wishing it would be maddy with some news. your leg bounced up and down, and bit your nails in anxiety. once five minutes pasted, you couldn’t take it anymore. picking up the phone, you ring up maddy. “hello?” maddy answers. “hey maddy, i just was curious.. was nate ever released? i have been worried about him since the party, and i don’t have his number or anything. but i know you guys probably talk still?” you ask out to the girl on the phone. it was silent for a couple of seconds before you get a text from her. then she speaks up, “that’s nate’s number, but yeah. he was released yesterday. he left me the sweetest text.” you smile to yourself, pretending it happened to you and not her. “that’s so cute, but thanks for his number, im gonna text him and tell him to get well soon.” you say, rushing and dying to get off the phone with maddy. “okay, bye [y/n].” she said before hanging up.
you looked at maddy’s message for several minutes before just tapping the number. it began to ring, as your heart started pounding. you put the phone to your ear again with a shaky hand. “hello? who is this?” nate questions. you begin to really panic. “hey uhm, nate? it’s [y/n], i wanted to check in on you and ask if you feel any better?” you barely speak out. your anxiety taking control by each second of silence. “hey [y/n], i’m feeling as better as i can. how’d you get my number?” he responds. “maddy gave it to me. but that’s good! i was really worried.” you answer quietly, scared he’d tell you to leave him alone. “oh, okay.” was all nate said back. there was a comfortable silence after that. you guys both sat on the phone like that for another minute before he speaks up. “so, how are you?” nate questions. you smile to yourself before responding, “i’ve been good. i’m probably holding you up from… something-” “you’re not holding me up from anything, if anything you’re keeping busy.” he quickly states, cutting you off. you started to miss him. a lot. “okay this is random.. but.. do you think i can see you? anytime soon?” you ask nate. you could hear the fear of the question in your voice. “next week, i’ll come see you next week.” he responds with. the both of you said your goodbyes and you waited for the next week.
the week was a blur, you continued to wait for the day nate asks for your address and comes to see you. he was all you thought about every time you woke up and went to sleep. nate nate nate nate nate. that’s all thats swimming in your brain. you tried to avoid maddy as much as possible, because you are a horrible liar. but when you couldn’t avoid her, you tried to avoid topics of nate and dating. the days of the week went on until friday, you get a text from nate. he asked where to get you, and you texted him back with your address. and since then you couldn’t wait to go home and get ready.
it was around three when you got home, and you got into the shower immediately. you washed your hair & body, and touched up on shaving. you wanted nate to love everything about you. little did you know, he already did. you spent a little time on your makeup, making sure its not too much nor too little. god time goes so slowly when you are waiting for something. you waited for a couple of hours before finally grabbing something to wear. a skirt and simple tee with some sneakers. you never really tried to look super feminine for a simple meet up before, but with nate it was so different. your phone rings, and you go to see who is calling, and as always, its maddy. you sigh in disappointment before answering the phone. “hey maddy, whats up?” you ask, finishing up your look before flopping backwards on your bed. “hey, do you want to go bowling? kat asked if i wanted to go but i thought i should ask if you’d wanna come with me.”
you felt guilty. this is the girl who used to be inlove with nate. and you were about to see him. you didn’t want to let her down. “yeah, i’ll be there as soon as my mother gets home, stay out late so i can meet you guys there!” you respond. trying not to let your guilt show through your voice. “okay i’ll text you which bowling place. bye [y/n]!” “okay, seeya maddy!” you hang up quickly and turn your phone off. you felt horrible. you were going to see her ex, then hang out with her like nothing happened. your phone dings, and you think it’s maddy, but its nate this time. your guilt soon fades, as a smile rises. he was here. you rand downstairs and into his car. as you were getting in his car, you didn’t know it, but rue saw you. but you were to focused on him to actually care about anything else. “hey [y/n].” nate quickly says before pulling you to him for a kiss. you loved how he made you feel. you felt so special, like you mattered. “hi nate, where we going?” you ask, looking into his eyes with a visible blush on your cheeks. he notices this, but ignores it and says, “just enjoy the ride.” before putting the car in drive.
you guys were driving for some time before finally coming to a stop. you guys didn’t talk the entire ride. well nate didn’t talk, and you were just afraid to speak because of the serious look on his face. if you were being honest you thought he was going to drive you guys off a cliff at one point. “first i wanna start by saying, i really like you [y/n].” you smile slightly, feeling this huge wave of excitement wash over you. “but maddy, she will kill you and me if she finds out about us.” he continues. “i’m sorry but we can’t see each other anymore.” your heart slowly sinks, but you didn’t want him to see that. so you got out the car and walked only a couple steps away from it. you don’t even know where you are, so you’re not gonna run away or anything. you look at your phone and its an unknown number. it says to track the phone, and then a location is sent. you, being curious, you follow it. and soon after a couple of minutes, you walk up a set if stairs, and went to a corner. the phone was right there. as you picked it up from the floor, nate comes up the stairs. you turn to him, shaking the phone in your hand. “you’ll go the extra mile to sneak around with me?” you jokingly state, handing him the phone back. “i’d do anything for you.” was all he said before leaning in, kissing you softly and passionately.
you melted in his kiss like ice cream on a hot summer day. nate noticed this and deepened the kiss, pushing you onto the wall. he pulls away, and admires you. he loves the sight of your neediness and desperation. he takes the phone, and puts it in his pocket. nate starts to slowly make his way down to your thighs, kissing all the way up to your core. he looks up at you and into your eyes, “how will you ever look maddy in the eyes again?” he mumbles before going straight to your throbbing bud, kissing it before going down on you completely. you felt guilty, but you didn’t at the same time. you loved sneaking around, and you loved doing it with nate, no matter the consequence.
you and nate had had sex at a construction site. and you felt gross. dirty. you felt slutty. you even said it to nate, that’s how much the guilt was eating you alive. he reassured you that there was nothing to worry about and that you weren’t slutty. he wanted you to feel like you were still pure and clean from the filth of the real world. “wanna come to my place?” nate asked you as the both of you got back to the car. you shook your head and responded, “no thanks, drop me off to this bowling alley, ill text the location for you.” he just nods and once you sent the text, he started the car up. nate grabbed your face to look at him, and he kissed you one last time before driving.
once you got to the bowling alley he parked, and looked at you. he stared for a good 7 seconds before saying goodbye. you smile at him and leave, waving goodbye and going into the bowling alley. as soon as you walk in you see kat, ethan, jules, and maddy all hanging out. you go to the register to pay for yourself and went straight on over to maddy and the others. “[y/n]!” maddy exclaims and runs to you as she brings you into a tight embrace. this felt odd because uou guys weren’t really friends, but you liked it. but that happiness soon turned to sadness when you realized you just slept with her ex boyfriend. you felt guilty, and wrong. but what she doesn’t know wont hurt her.
[a/n]: eh not my best writing but part 3 is better
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pookacangetit · 3 years ago
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The Lorax is technically from Disney, which means that technically Community!Yuu can sing Biggering :D
I feel like even Yuu knows that the song has ✨villain villain✨vibes, so they would sing it when they think they're in private. In truth they left the door open and now a lot of students are either running away or crowding the door bearing gifts for the great one.
"There is a principle of nature, that most every creature knows. It's called survival of the fittest, and this is how it goes~" And since the song itself wasn't even released in the movie, it could classify as a top level not-even-the-country-it-belongs-to-sings-it kind of banned.
And at the last parts of the song from "I must keep biggering" to "This is all so gratifying~!" I kinda picture Yuu's eyes sorta glowing, and maybe a harsh spin towards the door when they say "I don't wanna hear yuu you crying" harshly throwing their arm to the side in a 'no' motion
A lot of people joined the cult that day, because whY IN THE FRESH HELL DOES THE PREFECT KNOW A SONG THAT ISN'T EVEN SUNG BY THE COUNTRY'S ROYALS
The Lorax is wuh 👁👄👁- yk what it makes sense if something isn't Dreamworks or Laika it's Disney.
Biggering being an unknown lost lyricis either fuelling the flames of Yuu being a god older than the Great Seven (cause Snow White is technically the oldest Disney animated film) and creator of the universe OR assume Yuu's dangerous af and trying to prevent Yuu from going down a dark path.
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Yuu was a part of the clean-up crew during VDC so while the others practiced they were mindlessly sweeping a small corner of the stage.
Bored and really not aware of their surroundings, Yuu started to reminisced of their life back on Earth; back before they were mysteriously stranded in an entirely new world.
Recalling a movie they watched with their friends Yuu started to sing the removed song from the movie due to it beng too dark for the film.
At first I didn't realize~
I needed all this stuff~
I had a little cottage~
And that cottage was enough~
Lightly twirling in place, Yuu grinned as they danced with their broom, unaware of the eerie silence which descended upon the area as horrified eyes stared at the Ramshackle prefect in the corner.
A place where I could sit and knit~
A place where I could sell my Thneeds~
But now I've had a little time~
To re-assess my needs-
Yuu startled at the hand harshly slapped across his mouth, fuming the prefect turned around to scold whoever interrupted them so rudely when they paused.
Vil-senpai was glaring at them, his pale complexion paling even further and his eyes vacant of any emotion but fear as he bored holes into Yuu's face. His hands were unusually clammy, trembling ever so slightly which only Yuu could see from their closed distance.
"Prefect." His voice wavered ever so slightly, a giant sign of wrongness that put Yuu on alert for what could possibly terrify their usually composed and confident senpai, "Where did you hear that song?"
Yuu gently took off Vil's hand from their mouth, watching the hand fall back to Vil's side before slowly, quietly answering, "An old song from my world. Vil-senpai what's wrong-"
"Never." Vil rasped out, violently grabbing Yuu by the shoulder and shaking them. "Never. Ever. Sing that song again, do you hear me?!"
"Please, little potato, promise me." His hands were still trembling, Yuu nodded.
Yuu would later learn of the forbidden lost lyrics so dangerous that people willingly erase their memories of the songs. Lyrics that kill, lyrics that made monsters, lyrics like what they sang capable of overblotting people just by singing or hearing them.
But that was later, as Yuu comforted their shaking senior on the verge of a breakdown right now and assured everyone they weren't planning on world domination.
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Yuu: *sings almost forgotten government secret song inspiring villianous misdeeds*
Vil: *panic attack*
Also everyone: holy shit they're older than dirt + mindfuck for the other, other list who figured out they're an embryo compared to God?!Yuu
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twilight-orchid · 3 years ago
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How The Demon Brothers React After Fighting With Their SO
tw: some angst with resolution at the end, mentions of past arguments, insecurity.
Lucifer:
This man is petty as hell.
He doesn’t do the silent treatment, but he acts like you aren’t dating.
If you need to work on something together, you’re a co-worker.
At RAD you’re a classmate.
Around the house you’re just a housemate.
His poker face is immaculate and it will not crack when you’re around.
If someone didn’t know what was happening, they’d probably think you two barely knew each other.
However, you won’t notice, but as soon as you look the other way his eyes are on you.
He’s used to arguing with his brothers and is no stranger to explosive fights that end with he and the other person not being on speaking terms.
But you’re different.
He tries to go on with business as usual, but he can’t think about anything other than how much he misses you.
Yet, he lets it continue because he just can’t put his pride aside and apologize.
If you decide to sleep in your old room it’ll both hurt his feelings and royally piss him off.
He thinks you’re being childish and will be pretty rude about it, but that’s because internally his blood just ran cold.
It adds a degree of seriousness to the argument that he’s uncomfortable with.
Yes he’s mad, but he can’t lose you.
If you still sleep in his bed, he makes sure to scoot over to the very edge so he doesn’t cuddle you in his sleep.
In fact, the first night after the argument he’d probably put a pillow between you just to really punctuate the fact that he’s still upset.
I’d say it could go 4 days to a week tops without you making up.
After a point though, he just can’t function until the issue is resolved. He can’t sleep, he’s falling behind on his work, and he’s just generally not doing well.
You get called to his office one night and find him at his desk surrounded by piles of paper, disheveled and exhausted.
“MC, come sit down. I’d like to talk this through. Please.”
Mammon:
He’s so dramatic.
You dare defy him? The Great Mammon can’t believe this tiny fragile human would have the audacity.
The theatrics are just a front though.
His ‘The Great Mammon’ act is a mask for his insecurity, one he hasn’t had to use with you in awhile.
Even as the words leave his mouth he regrets them.
He’s going to be very uncomfortable with everything until the argument is resolved, but most of all himself.
He’s learned not to take his brothers too seriously when they toss insults his way, but words have a way of morphing to belief over time.
Internally he is going to be super hard on himself. 
Regardless of if the fight was his fault or not, he’s going to kick himself constantly for making yet another mistake.
He’s over the argument pretty fast. The anger quickly melts into anxiety.
Are you going to leave him? Do you hate him? Did he hurt your feelings? 
That being said, he doesn’t know if you’re still mad and he doesn’t know how to ask. 
As a defense mechanism, he defaults to how he treated you when you first arrived in the devildom.
Calls you human, disregards you, stuff like that.
If you decide to sleep in another room, before midnight expect him to be knocking on the door.
“Oi, MC. You awake? I just - I can’t - *sigh* Can we talk about this?”
If you sleep in his bed, he makes a point of sleeping with his back to you.
Less because he’s actually mad and more because he doesn’t want his image of you as he drifts to sleep to be a look of anger.
Though as soon as he passes out he’ll roll over and tuck you into his arms on instinct.
I’d say any after effects of an argument with Mammon would be resolved in a day, maybe two tops.
Leviathan:
Arguing activates his trolling the forums mode.
Goes back to calling you a normie and contradicts everything you say.
He’s less mad about the argument and more using the bitterness to cope with how upset he is.
He feels like a break up is less of an if and more of a when.
Why would someone as amazing as you settle for weird otaku like him?
Honestly doesn’t understand why you’re with him in the first place, so when there’s a serious argument he assumes its over.
Tbh don’t know how you and Levi would sleep together being that I doubt two could fit in a tub, but any deviation to your routine sends him into a panic.
It’s his reality check that the situation is serious and he needs to fix it NOW.
He’d have trouble apologizing in person. He can’t think of what to say, he stumbles over his words, and he feels like he’s on the verge of a panic attack.
Instead, expect a long ass text message.
He says how sorry he is, how much he misses and loves you, and legit begs you to forgive him.
If you sleep with him like normal, he’ll probably try to make up after laying there for awhile. His mind is going a million miles an hour and there’s no way he can sleep.
Still really has trouble verbalizing how he feels, so give the poor boy a break and take over the conversation.
He hasn’t had a serious relationship before and he doesn’t know what he should do to make it better.
So the after effects will last however long it takes him to read several mangas, watch some anime, and play a few games to see how the characters get over arguments in the story.
Satan:
Satan makes sure not to fight with you over minor issues.
He’s worked tirelessly to tame his wrath and he refuses to feed into it over a minor issue.
Thus, if you fight with Satan it’s a major argument and it’s explosive.
The aftermath isn’t much better.
He doesn’t want to risk blowing up again, so he’s frighteningly calm.
He’s an absolute master of the silent treatment.
He won’t say a word to you until he’s certain he’s calmed down enough.
For the first few days he’ll straight up leave a room if you enter.
For a good while the only way you can expect to communicate with him is through his body language and the expression in his eyes.
Satan’s biggest fear is losing control and lashing out at you. 
He couldn’t live with himself if he hurt you and he can’t stand the thought of you being afraid of him. 
He’s a whirlwind of emotions, so he isolates himself until he can figure out how to deal with it.
Not just from you, but from everyone else too. 
Satan will not share a bed with you for at least the first night.
If he got worked up enough to actually fight, it’s gonna take him time to simmer down.
And he’d rather not risk doing or saying something he regrets in the meantime.
Once he’s ready, he’ll approach you when he’s completely calmed down and has thoroughly analyzed the situation.
He’s considered both of your sides, tried to pinpoint what caused the disagreement to turn into a fight, and made a plan of action to prevent it from happening again.
“MC? I’ve been thinking quite a bit about what happened. Would you please talk it through with me?”
He won’t apologize for the argument if he feels like he was right, but he will apologize for letting the disagreement escalate into a fight.
Satan could go weeks without making up if necessary, but he tries to resolve it within a couple of days.
Asmodeus:
Wants to give you the silent treatment, but is physically incapable.
He can’t stand to have you ignore him.
He’s the type to go back to normal then suddenly remembers you guys had a fight.
“Wait, no! I’m not talking to you! I’m mad at you!”
His biggest downfall is that he’s so stubborn.
If he thinks he was right, he will die on that hill.
There are arguments with his brothers that happened a thousand years ago and he could still tell you exactly why he was right.
But with you, he realizes that doesn’t matter too him nearly as much as it usually does.
If it means going back to normal, he’ll forget who’s right or wrong.
If you sleep in another room, he’s beyond offended.
“What?! Well fine! I don’t want you in my bed anyway!”
Laying in bed alone is a different story though.
He can’t sleep. All he can think about is you. Your face when you sleep next to him, your smell, the feeling of his arms around you.
He 100% cries.
Finally goes and knocks on your door with wet, glossy eyes.
“MC? Can we talk about this? I can’t get my beauty sleep and my tears are wiping off all of my skin care lotion!”
Will throw himself into your arms before you can answer.
If you sleep next to him still, he rolls over and watches you sleep.
It puts him at peace and he decides seeing your sweet, resting face every morning is worth more to him than the argument.
He’ll initiate the conversation the next morning.
I think Asmo could make it a few days if it was a really serious argument, but he will not function well until you make up.
Beelzebub:
Wants to make up immediately.
He doesn’t like to argue, even less so with you.
Whether he was right or wrong, he blames himself. He’ll take all the blame in the world if it makes you happy.
He’ll go make you your favorite food and bring it to you.
If he thinks you don’t want to talk to him, he’ll leave it outside your door and text you to let you know it’s there.
He’s honestly devastated if you decide to sleep in another room.
You guys migrate to your old room when you want privacy from Belphie, but you almost never sleep separately.
Seeing you grab your pillows and march out of the room nearly stops his heart.
He goes completely numb and silent as he just stares at the space you had just occupied.
Like Levi, he thinks this means the relationship is over and he genuinely does not know what to do with himself.
He can’t even bring himself to eat, he just wants to lie there, lost and trying to grapple with his emotions. 
He’s another one who will absolutely cry, but unlike Asmo he will make sure no one knows it.
If you still sleep in his bed, he’s very nervous about it.
He doesn’t know if it’s okay to touch you, what he can or can’t say, stuff like that.
He just lays there stiff as a board not even able to close his eyes.
Honestly the fight would probably have to be resolved before bed. His anxiety just can’t take it.
I don’t think he’d initiate the apology. Not because he doesn’t want to make up but because his confidence is rock bottom in these situations.
He catastophizes and honestly thinks you hate him.
If you don’t initiate the apology soon, Belphie will. He can feel what his twin won’t say, and he knows Beel won’t approach you about it for fear of making it worse.
Belphie will lock you two in a room if that’s what it takes for you to make up.
Belphegor:
The embodiment of if looks could kill.
He won’t talk to you, won’t look at you, basically pretends you aren’t there.
If he must interact with you he’ll roll his eyes and sigh the whole time.
Tries to sleep through any interaction so he doesn’t have to deal with it.
He feels almost betrayed by the fight.
He thought the relationship was stronger than to have such a huge divide, so he’s really insecure about it.
After the first day, the anger has melted away to guilt.
He ‘s not guilty that you fought, but he is guilty about how he treated you after.
Guilt and self-blame have become unwelcome friends at this point. Guilt over Lilith, over his plans to destroy the human world, everything.
But more than anything else, the guilt for the fact that he attacked you weighs on him every day.
He moved past it quickly after, essentially pretending he hadn’t killed you, but that’s because he just couldn’t confront what he’d done. 
He feels like the luckiest demon alive that you forgave him, let alone  opened you heart enough to love him, and now it’s all in tatters.
Another thing to regret.
If you decide to sleep separately, it’ll hit him like a bag of bricks.
“You - what? Where are you going?” 
It’ll take him a second to process what you were doing, but then he’ll roll over and let you leave.
“Fine. Don’t let the door hit you.”
No one will see him for awhile. 
Belphie sleeps all the time anyway, but he just can’t make himself get out of bed.
If you don’t approach him to apologize, Beel will tell you that he’s been nauseous and randomly emotional which must mean his twin is coping very badly. 
Will beg you to go make Belphie happy again. 
If you sleep in his bed still, the argument will be resolved by morning.
He can’t keep himself from embracing you in his sleep, and it’s hard to say you’re mad at someone when you wake up in their loving arms.
It’s hard to pinpoint how long it could last with Belphie. If you don’t apologize first, he won’t let himself be conscious long enough to approach you.
This is both my first hc post as well as my first obey me post so I’m sorry if le boys are ooc. I just got this idea and couldn’t stop thinking about it so here we are.  Especially Belphie, he was hard to me for some reason. Let me know if you guys agree or disagree and if you want to send a request or ask, my box is open! 
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threepointseven · 3 years ago
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Your jealous!
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🌺summary!🌺- They’re talking to another woman and you get jealous, how do they react?
Type- HC’s 🌷
Flowers included!🌼= venti, albedo (im not used to writing albedo just yet so hes kinda ooc!!)
Note🍀= im so sorry posting took so long! I recently gave my self a 3 day deadline for posting but this week i am just unimaginably busy. It’s exam week and the amount of assignments my teachers are giving me is so unnecessary!! Because i took so long to post again i’ll make another little piece right after this! Then again this is kinda lazy since im so tired rn but !!!! Enjoy!!!!
🥀flower toxin!🥀= insecurity, kinda angsty tbh, mentions of alcohol
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Venti
As you walk into the tavern your greeted by the familiar scent of strong alcohol and the sound of drunkards in the air. Its such a common smell at this point since your here practically every day to drag your reckless drunkard boyfriend out of angels share and into some soberness.
But this time instead of seeing your boyfriend usually immediately catching sight of your figure and clinging onto you like a child you see him laughing away with the bar tender, a pretty thing the bar tender was.
She had a model figure and crystal like blue eyes, anyone could get lost in them. As you watch from the entrance of the tavern venti and the woman laughing away, you feel a hint of insecurity begin to bubble up inside your stomach.
It turned and twisted until the insecurity turned into slight anger. You pouted and glared at your boyfriend. As he feels your jealousy from behind his back he keeps talking to the woman, occasionally touching her arms for the sake of riling you up.
You know he’s doing it on purpose, you know the alcohol wont push him to do anything but the unpleasant feeling keeps growing and growing. You look down at your feet before walking out of angels share, your frown visible from afar.
Apparently venti noticed as he immediately ditched the bartender “aahh-! Y/N waitt~!”
As your back faces the door your shocked with a sudden weight on your back. “Sweetheart~! Why did you storm off?” You panic as your drunken boyfriend slurs his words and nuzzles into your neck.
Your trying to hide the tears threatening to fall that are at the edge of your eye as you shrug it off. “…..just something about how you were so touchy with that woman..”
“Ahahah… your jealous~~” the drunk man trips over his words and holds you tighter.
“I was just playin’ around..” hes on the verge of slumber as he cuddles into you more.
You know he was playing around. It was clear to see he just wanted to rile you up. Venti boops your nose and teases you more, chanting ‘your jealous’ in a singy song tone. Usually this wouldnt be a problem to you, but tonight he drunk an extra few bottles, and that woman was offaly pretty.. the tears at the brim of your eyes fall as you try to push yourself away from venti. “Eh-? Huh?! W-windblume why are you crying..?! You know i’d never cheat on you~ i was just joking around!”
Your boyfriend cups your face as you try to suppress the tears.
“I-i know but venti..-“ you cough and hiccup through your words, venti caressing your cheeks and kissing your forehead “what if all the alcohol leads you- to do something..!”
What if?
“Id never-!! Your like the best thing thats ever happened to me, id never let anything posses me to cheat on you windblume!” You can tell he’s trying his best not to mess up his words as the wine in his system swirls around.
Maybe its the lies of the alcohol talking, maybe he actually will cheat on you in the future. But for now you cant help but lean into his warm hold.
Albedo
What was he supposed to do? You know it wasnt his fault. All he’s doing is talking to a knight of Favonius! But did the knight really have to be the knight that has has the biggest crush on albedo for practically ever? You know he wouldnt cheat on you, the day he chests on you is the day he dies! Although you know that the feeling of envy builds up inside of you as you try your best not to glare daggers at the woman.
You watch the blush form on the knight’s face as albedo instructs her something.
“Bedo..? Shall we get going?” You muttered out after having enough of the knights blushes and flirty touches. “Hm..? Ah Y/N, please do give me a second i still have a few documents to give to her.”
“Of course.”
You pout and turn away from your boyfriend, you can see the look on the knights face. Her bitter, arrogant eyes looking down on you. It makes your stomach twist, the unsettling feeling overtakes you as you hear them, the work chit chat turning into idle chit chat, the soft platonic touches turned into flirty touches and that was your breaking point.
“Ah sorry but it seems your done with your business stuff so me and my boyfriend must get going!“
You dragged your oblivious boyfriend out of the womans sight, keeping his arm slinked around yours.
“Y-Y/N… what was that about..?”
He stutters and pants from you suddenly dragging him away from the womans sight.
“I was just- that knight was being offaly comfortable with you… im surprised you didnt notice”
“Well i was talking to her about work-“
“I was jealous..! Practically the entirety of mondstat knows that knight has a crush on you and you didnt notice nor do you ever reject her flirting..!”
Albedo’s eyes widened. Truth be told he really didnt know, he found it impossible for anyone to like him as he was too focused on you. He doesnt understand jealousy, but if it means you’ll smile again he’ll comfort you as much as it takes.
“Ah- darling i dont think theres a reason to be envious..” he softens his voice and approaches you, hands reaching for your cheeks as he leans into you.
“I know but what if someday-“
“There is no ‘what if’, i only love you. I dont have the ability to love anyone else to be honest..” he leans his forehead onto yours, knowing that he’s not incredibly into skinship and he’s doing this?
“Please dont be jealous, there’s simply no reason to, i only ever talk to that knight because she’s somewhat of a messenger.”
His soft touches, as light as a feather, barely touching your skin and his affectionate forehead kisses… how could you stay upset when your reserved boyfriend is trying oh so hard to comfort you?
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toaverse · 2 years ago
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Pepa and bruno swap AU
Here it is, everyone! The post you've all been waiting for!
Let's make Bruno an asshole, shall we? :)
The roles of the triplets were pretty clear. Julieta was the one to heal the townspeople, Pepa was to water the crops and remain happy at all times, and Bruno predicted everyone's futures.
When the triplets were kids, Bruno often had bad visions, and the townspeople didn't like that very much.
One day though, Bruno had enough. After the umpteenth bad vision that came true, Bruno blamed Pepa, saying that her bad weather caused it.
And the town, as well as Alma, believed it...
But in reality, Pepa had literally nothing to do with that vision...
Seeing how everyone believed him, Bruno figured that, whenever his bad visions become true, he could simply blame Pepa for it, saying that her bad weather caused misfortune to everyone.
She kinda deserved it anyways. He wasn't the one throwing a tantrum and made it everyone else's problem. And their mamá agreed!
Besides, Bruno thought his gift deserved to be praised too for once.
For the next decades or so, Bruno would blame Pepa for every bad vision that came true, and everyone believed him, especially Alma. Why would her Brunito lie? She saw it herself. Pepa should stop acting like a spoiled brat and control her emotions.
The townspeople weren't any better...
"Pepa killed goldfish with her lightning!"
"Her sudden thunders made me panic-eat, and now I have a gut!"
"Her high humited air made my hair fall out!"
And much more...
Whenever anyone would question what he had to say, Bruno would convince them that Pepa was the bad guy, and that she purposely threw tantrums. But in reality, he used his charm to gaslight everyone who questioned the narrative...
And Pepa? She felt absolutely miserable. Every day, for years on end, she got scolded, insulted, and blamed for every bad vision got came true by either the townspeople, brother or mother. She was forced by her mother to be happy all the time so that she wouldn't cause any storms, hurricanes, or even the smallest drops of rain, 24/7, every single day... And whenever Pepa felt another feeling outside of happiness, Alma or the townspeople would complain while Bruno stood idly by, smirking while feeling proud of himself...
While Julieta met Agustín, and Bruno met Ozma (a.k.a Fish Lady), Pepa remained lonely. No man even wanted to be near her. They all thought she was an unstable freak, a pest, a crazy who will certainly abuse them. Until she met Félix...
He was kind to her, something she hadn't received from anyone in a long while. Félix didn't care about Pepa's destructive weather powers, he just wanted to get to know her.
It wasn't long before they fell in love, and things actually started looking up for Pepa. At least her family didn't complain about her bad weather anymore, and now she had met the man of her dreams! Nothing could go wrong!
Until Bruno found out, and told Alma, who scolded her youngest daughter...
"It's for the best that you remain unmarried and childless." She said to Pepa, who was on the verge of tears. "We don't want you to traumatize or abuse them. It's for the good of this family."
Pepa cried in her room for the rest of that day, and had to hear the townspeople yelling at her to stop crying so that the rain could go away...
At least she still saw Félix from time to time...
For a year, Pepa just felt numb, while pleasing everyone around her so that they didn't complain, but Bruno always found something to blame her for...
Especially when it was his wedding day...
During the ceremony, Pepa couldn't help but cry out of happiness for her brother. But that was a mistake, as a cloud formed above her head, and a few drops fell...
Everyone's attention turned to Pepa, away from the bride and groom, and they weren't happy either...
The weather woman quickly grew anxious from all those eyes on her, all those glares and mean looks towards her, and accidentally caused a hurricane...
Alma, Ozma and Bruno were boiling with rage, screaming at her that she ruined the wedding, that she always ruined everything...
She was locked up in her room for the rest of that day, with the demand that she stopped "crying like a baby"...
The 6 years were a blur for Pepa. It was a pattern of accidentally causing rain and storms, getting blamed for bad visions by her brother, and getting scolded by both by her mother.
Until her oldest niece, Isabela, got her gift.
Just like her, Isa's gift, which was growing flowers and plants, was tied to her emotions.
But Alma and the rest of the family started to treat the girl like her. She avoid her, and constantly told her to keep her emotions in check.
So, Pepa tried to take her oldest niece under her wing, and the two grew a strong bond, almost like that of a mother and daughter.
There were times where Pepa just wanted to run away with Félix and taking Isabela with them, they could be the family she wanted so badly. But she couldn't do that to Julieta, and her mother would definitely find out...
For the next 6 years, life went on. More children were born, which meant more gifts. And almost the whole family was happy!
Until Mira’s ceremony came…
She didn’t get a gift, and everyone was saddened for the girl…
Pepa as well, which resulted in rain…
Julieta and Agustín comforted their youngest daughter while everyone else got mad at the weather woman…
“I think it’s better for everyone if you just leave, sis.” Bruno told her after the chaos, struggling to hide the smirk on his face…
So, not being able to take it anymore, Pepa followed her brother’s advise…
But…she just couldn’t leave Isabela. She still wanted to see her grow. So, Pepa hid in the walls, staying closely near her family just for her niece…
Félix was quite confused when he didn’t see Pepa for the next week. We’re was she? But he eventually got to hear that Pepa “Left the family because she didn’t care.” He didn’t believe this, and vowed to wait for her, how many years or decades that may be.
As for Isabela, her treatment didn’t get better…
And I think we all know the rest by now…
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thirstytea · 4 years ago
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I don't know if you will read this but here's my request. May I request a NSFW scenario, that involves a woman who sacrificed them self to a tentacle monster, the monster would be surprisingly gentle and tender during the sex? Like I also like to imagine that, the woman is only doing this because they want to be fucked and breaded by the tentacle monster.
Yes! So sorry for the very late answer but I hope this makes up for it! I also changed it a bit from the request, but I hope you don't mind.
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Everyone in the small town knew that walking through the woods at night was dangerous. There where many stories and rumors going around that deadly monsters inhabited the surrounding area at night. While the stories explained how all the missing people were going missing in the first place, no one has ever been able to come back to tell the town where they go missing. Over the past few months you have been investigating that exact problem.
In your search to find the fellow townspeople, you had stumbled across a very old book telling the story of a monster that came to the town every few hundred years. Over the years the town had apparently forgotten to tend to the creature and now it was taking out it's wrath on the town. You have tried to figure out what it wanted exactly but that page was conveniently ripped. It did say something about breeding, which made you both confused and somehow, excited? What it needed to breed wasn't specified so you moved on with further research.
The book did however give a detailed map of how to get to the creature's den. You decided to further investigate when the sun was out and found the entrance. It was blocked by a huge boulder covered in moss. So you knew where the cave was but not how to get in it. It was the night of the full moon when you decided you would see if you could find a way in. After all, they did say people only were taken at night.
So there you were standing in front of the open entrance of the mysterious monster's den. Before you could think to turn back, a large tentacle came shooting out of the cave and wrapped itself around your waist. You scream as it drags you into the dark abyss of the cave, terrified as you see the moonlight slowly disappear.
After a few moments you stopped being dragged and were standing directly in front of a large mass of tentacles. Still unfocused as it let you go, you fell to the ground in a daze. You laid there for minutes even after you regained your focus, trying to figure out what to do. You looked around and noticed the small hole at the top of the roof that let bright moonlight shine into the cave. Using that, your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the cave well enough for you to see the massive pile of bones not too far from the tentacles.
You panic as you start feeling light touches all over your body, at first tapping but then lightly pulling. If you didn't do something soon, the tentacles would rip you apart and kill you. In your panic you remembered one word from the book, 'Breed'. You then decide to test your hypothesis, either you were correct or you would die trying.
You carefully get on all fours and lower your upper body to the floor, tilting your head and pressing your cheek into the dirt floor. The pulling stopped as you started moving, curious as to what you were going to do. Your backside was facing the tentacles, on full display. You were grateful that it was working so far, but you were scared of what it was going to do next. You then slowly started waving your butt, trying to get the tentacles to do something, anything.
You started arching your back, trying to rub against one of the smaller ones that was pulling on your leg. You huff in frustration as the tentacles remain frozen, just out of your reach. You try for a minute or so more, getting more and more embarrassed that you may have been wrong about what the book said. At this point you were getting more and more horny thinking about what the tentacles might do, as well as more scared that they were just going to continue and kill you.
Just as you were about to give up and let them kill you, you jolt as you feel a tentacle slowly start to rub against your clothed pussy. You mewl as you rub against it roughly, trying to get some sort of friction. Slowly but surely, more and more tentacles started wrapping around various part of your body, around your thighs, your angles, wrists, and waist. All of them had a firm grasp that refused to let go. The ones around you thighs slowly started to spread you as you felt yourself getting more and more soaked.
All of a sudden you hear rips and feel your pants and panties get torn off your body. You moan as a thicker tentacle started rubbing up and down your wet lips, pausing at your entrance but it goes back to rubbing, while the smaller one moved down to rub your clit. You cry out in frustration as the tentacle once again lightly grinds into your entrance, only to back out. The ache you feel in your pussy was becoming overwhelming, and the need to be filled was dominating your thoughts.
You were on the verge of tears when it started pushing into you. It was painfully slow, but you appreciated the gentleness as you felt it only get thicker and thicker the further it went. It finally stopped when it lightly kissed your cervix, and you shudder at the feeling. It stopped, allowing you to adjust to it's size. You felt it lightly pulsing against your walls, the stretch, while large, not to the point where it was uncomfortable. You finally felt full, but you were missing something, you weren't satisfied. You started to wiggle around in its hold, trying to figure out what was missing.
You whine when you feel the other tentacles start pulling you forward off the tentacle nestled deep within your pussy. The whine was cut off though, when they lightly pulled you back, filling you once more. The slow pace was slowly driving you insane as more and more tentacles started to join in, massaging and rubbing against your skin. You felt the tentacle drag against your walls so soft and gentle. While you were getting what you wanted, it wasn't enough. Your precum was all but all over your thighs and the tentacle, making it easier to move in and out. You cry out in frustration once more as you need more than what the tentacles were offering currently.
Luckily, the tentacles heard your delicious sounds and decided that they wanted to hear more. Just as the tentacle was near completely outside of your warmth, the tentacle all but plunged as deep as it could go back into your warm cunt. You scream and tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. The small tentacle that was lazily rubbing against you clit started to speed up as well. Soon, all that could be heard was the wet strokes of the tentacle filling your dripping wet cunt as well as all the cute little noises you were making.
You feel yourself getting closer and closer to release, but that ache you had first felt still was clouding your mind. Your walls started spamming as you feel yourself start to climax, the tentacle only starting to move faster and faster to help you chase that high you craved. The tentacle pumped ruthlessly into you as you came all over it, covering it with even more of your slick.
After the white you see starts to fade, you felt the tentacle start to contract within you. You subconsciously start to drool and sloppily start begging. "Please please pleaseplease!" What you wanted, you didn't know, all you knew was that you belonged to tentacles. You feel yourself starting to get overstimulted as it continues with the fast and rough pace, scrapping deliciously against your walls. Your head finally clears to one word again, 'breed'. You start crying out for the tentacle to breed you, to fill you up and make you their's. You cry out that you'd be a great little breeding slut for the tentacles and for it to always keep you full of it's cum.
You all but scream when it hits your cervix and starts pumping you full of it's cum. You see white as you climax again and fall limp in it's hold, allowing it to continue to make you into it's obedient little human. When it finished, it pulled you deeper into the nest of tentacles and started to affectionately vibrate against your sweaty skin. The tentacle was still within your sore pussy, but you didn't mind, it was making sure not one drop falls out of you. You start drifting off to sleep from the calming vibrations as well as the soft head pats the tentacles were giving.
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This is the first smut I've actuallu written, so I'm so sorry if it wasn't good lol. I hope to improve over time ;3
(Also excuse typos and grammar, I wrote this in one go and didn't look it over)
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𝙄𝙙𝙞𝙖 Shroud x Reader with SH Scars Comfort 💙
Themes: TW!! Past Self Harm, Depictions of Depression, Burnout Reader, Scars, Poor Self Image, Comfort From S/o, Cuddles, Words of Affirmation, Scar touching, Mutual Comfort?
Reader Pronouns not mentioned but Idia calls you beautiful in a wholesome loving way
Word Count 873 (Not Proof Read!)
☆ You had been laying on your bed almost all day. You felt completely drained, you hadn’t even moved. You decided to skip out on school today but you realize you forgot to tell your friends and most importantly your boyfriend Idia. They were probably wondering why you didn’t attend your classes today.
☆ You sighed and forced yourself up from bed. You looked down at your thighs in grimace. A sick feeling swelled up in your chest. Your eyes met with scars scattered across your thighs. You felt unclean. You felt ugly. A part of you wanted to cry and the other part just didn’t have the energy to.
☆ Sure, they were old but you still felt an unbearable amount of regret when you saw them.
☆ You got up from your bed and looked for Grim. It appears he wasn’t in the dorm. He probably went to school without you, but school is almost over so he should be back soon. You head to the bathroom and brush your teeth and wash your face. You hear the dorm room door open and you figured Grim had returned.
☆ You step out of the bathroom to welcome Grim and instead you see Idia. You feel a sense of relief from that sick feeling seeing your boyfriend until you remember your current attire. A baggy shirt with shorts that aren’t long enough to hide your scars. Panic rises in your body knowing Idia is unaware of the scars. Fear of his reaction causes you to dodge him by hiding back inside the bathroom.
☆“Yea I just wasn’t feeling well today. Sorry I forgot to text you I wouldn't be attending school today.” you say as you pull down your shorts as much as you can in attempts to hide your scars. As you realize your attempts are futile you sigh, accepting maybe this should be the day he finds out about them.
☆ You grab a brush and quickly brush your disheveled hair to make yourself appear more tidy.
☆ Taking a deep breath you step outside the bathroom and you see Idia sitting on your bed nervously playing with his fingers until he sees you. You smile at him.
☆ A pain fills his heart. You look so tired and even though you're smiling at him you don’t seem happy and.. his eyes widen in surprise. Almost disbelief.
☆ The scars that covered your thighs. He instantly knew what they were. Millions of thoughts were filling his head. What happened? Why did you do it? Were you still doing that? Was it his fault?
☆ You sit beside him and gently take his hand snapping him out of his thoughts. “I hope now that you know, you don’t think any different of me.” you look down at his hand which is trembling softly. You feel bad. You know he gets so nervous and doesn’t know how to react to almost every situation.
☆ “W-What happened? Why did you do that?” He says, staring at your scars.
☆ You explain “Well some time ago before I even went to school here I was in a very poor mental state and I would hurt myself as a way of coping with it.”
☆ Before you could explain more he pulled you onto his lap in a tight hug, tears building up in his eyes. “Y/N I love you! I’m sorry you felt like that! I’m so, so sorry!” You can hear his voice shaking and he sounds like he is the verge of crying.
☆ You wrap your arms around him and hold him. After a moment he lets you go and looks back down at the scars again. “Can I?” You nod and he begins to gently traces his thumb across your scars as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. “Is this why you didn’t come to school today?”. You nod into his neck. He sighs.
☆ “Sometimes I get overwhelmed by regret when I see them, I feel ugly and disgusting. I was also feeling pretty burnt out for awhile so it was just too much for me.” you feel tears wanting to spill from your eyes but you do your best to be strong.
☆ “Your beautiful Y/N.” Idia says shyly. “No matter what you think of yourself you are the most beautiful person I’ve seen and better yet I get to be in a relationship with you. You are so nice and understanding to me.” his voice begins to fade off as he feels liquid on his neck. You're crying.
☆ He panics a bit. He didn’t mean to make you cry, he just wanted to make you feel loved. He gently pats your head and rubs gentle circles into your thigh in attempts to calm you down.
☆ You whisper in his ear “Thank you Idia, you don’t know how much I needed to hear that. I love you.”
☆ He blushes a little at your words then smiles knowing he made you happy
☆ You both decide to remain in that position for a little longer
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