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he is her shadow, whether she likes it or not.
#zaati draws#er!senka#nox#velkan the omenkiller#omenkiller velkan#elden ring au#black knife assassin oc#friend's ocs#dimi's ocs#the first doodle i have finished in a week yippee#i am slowly getting back on things but slowly anyway. im still sick
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This is my first request, I want to see how Tengen and his wives react to one of the wives (y/n) has been taking more naps then usual and hasnât been walking around as much.
When they go to the hospital about it, they find out that itâs because the chronic pain (description: pain that last longer then three months no matter what medication they take) as well then having not much stamina.
Sorry if this is too complicated, I just been having a lot of trouble even getting out of bed without a walking stick. IM NOT EVEN FORTY
thank you
I shall do my best!! Thank you for requesting!
Weâll Take Care Of You
Tengen Uzui x fem!reader x wives
Fluff, mentions of polygamy, reader has a condition, slight angst.
Tengen Pov
Coming back from a month long mission was one of the best things to me. The look on my wives' faces when they see me again reminds me of all of the love I'm given. Currently I am a few steps from reaching my home when I hear my lovely wife, Suma, call that I am home. I smile at her excitment and quicken my pace as to not keep her and the others waiting too much longer.
Stepping into my rather large estate, I'm immedietly greeted with three bone crushing hugs and whines of worry. If I wasn't already sore from my fight earlier, then I'm definately sore now. Immedietly I wrap my large arms around their figures, but just as soon as my excitment comes, it is replaced with worry.
"Where is Y/n?" I ask my beautiful wives who are still wrapped around me.
"Oh, Lord Tengen, she is in bed. She hasn't been feeling too good for a while." Suma responed with a look of worry on her face now too.
"Is she sick and have you called a doctor?" I asked breaking a hug and looking to Makio and Hina for answers as well.
"We have and she has no sickness, she's just been in some pain and that has been causing her to be in bed a lot." Makio tells me.
"I'm going to go see her alone if that's okay with you three?" I tell them making my way to go see my Y/N.
"Of course, Lord Tengen, I'll make us some food in the meantime." Hina tells me as I'm walking to Y/n's room.
Slowly I opened the sliding door of her room only to be met with a lovely sleeping figure buried underneath blankets looking very comfortable. I slightly chuckled at the sight, but remembered that she has been sleeping an abnormal amount. Crouching down I wiped some loose strands of hair that fell on her somewhat peaceful face; thanking God that I get to witness the beautiful sight before me. Y/n then opened her eyes slightly giving me a smile.
"Lord Tengen, you're back!" She said quietly but the excitment in her voice was heard.
"Yes, and I hear that you have been sleeping a lot. My love, what is going on? Are you hurt in anyway?" I asked her as I laid down on the bed facing her and wrapping my right arm around her.
"I'm not so sure, my body aches all the time and I'm so sleepy. I'm sorry to have worried you Lord Tengen." Y/n says with tears prickling her eyes. Smiling at her I gently wipe the tears from her face and then carefully placing gentle kisses on her nose, forehead, cheeks, and finally a loving kiss on her soft lips. When I pulled away from her, she looked content and relaxed.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, my love. How about I take you to the hospital tomorrow so we can see what is hurtung my baby, hmm." I tell her as she nuzzles into my chest.
"Thank you, Lord Tengen." she says in a cute whisper.
"Of course, now I think you should try to eat something. Plus Hina is cooking and we both know how healing her cooking is." I joke
"Yeah, she's been making me food recently and Makio and Suma have been making me feel comfortable and have been taking care of me too. I'm so thankful to have them here." she tells me and I can tell that she's blushing from that thought.
"We all love and what to take care of you and won't rest until you're better." I reassured her as we both got up from the bed. Her legs were wobbly so I offered her a piggy back ride which she gladly accepted. "Now come on, lets get you fed." I told her as I began walking to the kitchen.
"I love you, Lord Tengen." She hummed
"I love you too" I responed flashing her a wink.
"Hey, what about me?" Suma whines from the kitchen.
"Yeah, you love me too right, Lord Tengen?" Makio chimes in with a fierce blush across her face. "Yeah, Yeah I love you guys too." I told them
The Next Day...
Y/n and I left to the doctors as soon as the sun peaked through the clouds. She wasn't feeling her best so I decided to hold her on my back. My sweet wife was so sleepy and I could tell that her eyes were heavy as she did her best to keep her head upright.
"Y/n, if you need to sleep that's okay. We'll be at the doctors in about 20 minutes if you'd like to sleep until then." I spoke sweetly to her.
"Okay, I am pretty tired." She whispered as she placed her head back on my shoulder and closed her eyes. Soon enough she was sound asleep.
"Heh, such a cute girl." I smiled making sure I treaded lightly as to not awake my sleepy wife.
About 20 minutes later, we arrived. My sweet Y/n was still asleep on my shoulder and I reluctantly woke her up and as I did she slowly open her beautiful eyes and let out such a small yawn. I slightly blushed at her cuteness and reached to give her a small kiss on her cheek. She smiled at me and then made her way off my back and immedietly put her hand in mine. I could tell she was nervous and she took a deep breath and practically pulled me into the doctors home. She walked up and introuduced herself and stated that she had an appointmemt. I was astonished by her strength and admired her flashiness. After a few minutes, the doctor came out and called out my wife's name.
"Uzui Y/n, Uzui Y/n? A small older woman asked scanning the room.
"Yes, that's me." Y/n said as she walked over to the doctor.
"Love, do you need me to go with you?" I aksed hopeful that she'd let me.
"No honey, i think I'd like to do this alone if that's alright." She told me as she reached up and gave me a quick kiss on my left cheek before following the doctor.
"See you soon." I whispered as I made my way to the front anxious as to what was going on with my love.
A little while later...
I was impatient awaiting the news of my sweet wife and what's been going on with her. There were a few times that I almost barged in and demanded to speak with the doctor myself, but I stopped myself out of fear of disappointing Y/n and my other wives. Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself once again only to hear footsteps and the sound of a door opening. There stood my wife with a strange expression on her face and the old lady doctor holding her arm. She immediately looked at me and gave me a sweet smile. I gave her one in return and just nearly ran towards her.
"So is she alright doc?" I asked embracing my wife.
"She's not dying if that's what you're concerned with. She has chronic pain and that's the reason that your lovely wife here hasn't be herself lately." the doctor explained
"Is there anything that we can do to cure it?" I asked worried for my wife.
"Yes, whatever you've been giving her as decreased her pain a little but it won't cure it. However, I have perscribed a special herbal tea and an ointment to put on any specific areas of pain. In a few months to a year your wife should be relitivly normal." She told me and then turned her attention to Y/n and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Lord Tengen, I think I'm going to be fine so please don't worry too much." Y/n spoke almost as if she knew that I was about to complain about how long her recovery would take.
"Alright, love, I trust you." I told her as I gently caressed her lovely face.
"Thank you for everything." Y/n said as she gave the doctor a small bow of gratitude.
"Anytime dear, and if those remedies don't work please feel free to come back so we can try something else out." the doctor spoke. She then gave us the tea and ointment meant for Y/n and the two of us were on our way home.
"Want to ride on my back again or are you feeling well enough to walk?" I asked my wife
"The doctor gave me a cup of that tea and it made me feel well enough to walk myself, so I'm gonna try to do that as long as I can." She told me which made me admire her strength.
"You're so flashy you know that." I complimented her
"You tell me that all the time, but thank you Lord Tengen." she giggled
About more than halfway to our home her pain got too much for her to bear. So I quickly put her on my back as we walked the rest of the way back to our home and back to our worried wives. As soon as we walked through the door and put Y/n down, Suma, Makio, and Hina all flocked to Y/n. She explained what was wring and the remedies to cure her pain.
"Oh Y/n I'm so glad that we know what will help you now and we promise to take care of you." Hina reassured
"Of course we will!" Makio and Suma spoke simultaneously
"Yeah, don't worry Y/n we'll take good care of you." I spoke to her as she gave me that sweet smile that I just adore so much.
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idea/fantasy: iâm your overdue trans guy roommate. i share everything with you not knowing about your kink. iâve started complaining about how sick I am of being pregnant, eventually you give into temptation and offer your help. you use teas and herbs and massages to jumpstart my labor. i comply happily, appreciating the help, and am even excited when i feel the first light contractions, i even have you time them to figure out when i should head to the hospital. i have no idea what iâm in for. 12 hours later im still in our apartment, totally at your mercy. i realized far too late why youâd been so eager to assist, and now iâm stuck on the bathroom floor trying to bring a 12lb baby to crown. iâm shouting and crying hysterically as each push wrenches me open, and thereâs still a massive bulge sitting just inside. iâve long given up on begging, the only help youâll give is to hold my thighs wide apart so you can enjoy the show.
fuckkk anon, that sounds like the dream. getting the chance to see your huge belly everyday would already be great - i'd always be watching you, seeing how your struggle grows everyday, how you're constantly rubbing circles into your aching back and strained bump, hurting all over even before the contractions first started.
i have to bite my tongue when you say you're sick of being pregnant. i would love to see you like this a little longer, just to see how much more weight you'd be able to carry on your slim hips. but i also can't deny i'm excited for your labor. the desire to see you scream out your baby is far stronger than the wish to see you pregnant. so i help you kickstart your labor, and fuck the sight of you doubling over, moaning and panting in pain, every time a contraction hits, is just exquisite.
you're too busy riding out the waves of pain to notice my grin as i time your contractions and announce how short the pauses become, getting closer and closer to the real deal. i reach over to touch your massive belly every now and then, you lean into my hand not yet realising that it's not the touch of a friend trying to be supportive but more akin to a predator toying with its prey. i can't get enough of feeling your bump contracting harshly, and hearing you moan and grunt.
i keep up the act for so long, i start to internally laugh at your naive nature. only when you say it's time to go to the hospital and i flatly deny it, do you become suspicious. suspicion turns to nervousness when you insist and i still don't comply, and then slowly morphs into panic, the clearer it becomes i'm serious and not just playing a mean joke. you become frantic, your words become pleading. i find i enjoy it massively. you've sunken to your knees, the contractions too strong to stay standing, and you're clutching your distended, rippling belly, tears forming in your eyes. you're begging, you're begging for quite some time. you cry, panicked, when i force my fingers inside you to check your dilation - you're dilating fast.
it takes hours until you give up and surrender to your fate of being my own personal entertainment. by now you're too deep into labor to try and argue anymore anyway. your panting and moaning has turned to screaming and sobbing. transition was definitely one of my favorite things to witness - the most painful part of labor. the way you shrieked and thrashed, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. it lasted almost two hours, and i was thrilled the entire time, couldn't take my eyes off you for a single moment. i was kind of disappointed when it was over and you calmed down a little to take a breather. i decided you needed a proper birthing place - if you kept doing it here, our fine carpet might get dirty with your fluids. i dragged you to your feet, forcing you to walk to the bathroom despite the unbearable pressure in your pelvis. gravity brought the baby down faster.
and now we're here, on the bathroom floor. we have been for several hours now. the head is truly enormous, that bulge is probably the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. your skin stretched taut, an angry bruised red, and your lips fluttering around the top of the baby's head, trying to open up enough to let it pass. you've been trying for so long and still can barely get it crowning. i'm surprised you even got it all the way to your lips through your narrow hips if i'm honest.
your shouting and crying is music to my ears. your trembling, sweating body and your face scrunched up in agony are what my dreams are made of. i've watched you for twelve hours already, i'll gladly watch you for another twelve, or even more. i don't want it to end. i'll wait until you've got the head to a crown - i want to see how you react to the famous ring of fire, i want to see you writhe and wail as the burning stretch reaches its widest, most agonizing point -, i'll let you have that feeling of success for a few minutes because i'm not a monster, despite what you may think right now, you know? you can feel happy about your accomplishment. and when you've had your share, i'll place my hand on your bulging pussy.
didnât i say i'd love to see you pregnant a bit longer but prefer seeing you suffer through labor? well, i realised... why choose when i can have both? i'll place my hand on the baby's head and give it a nice gentle shove. oh, the scream you let out as that white hot pain sears through your nether region up into your entire body will be glorious
#stretch answers#birth kink#painful birth#difficult birth#labor pain#labor kink#birth denial#mpreg birth#mpreg#adding a read more cut because this turned out relatively long! lol#i just really loved this#thanks anon
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I know, you know we both know how much my heart belongs to Val but my minds been drifting around the last few days, so can I get a Vox x Vel x reader where reader and Vel are doing a girls night with face masks, skin care and doing there hair and stuff. They practically force Vox to participate. Reader does his nails while Vel runs around looking for something because she looked at Vox and was like "I have the perfect thing" I want some eye burning fluff because I don't usually read fluff you know about my obsession with doing peoples nails and im still throthing at the mouth for the idea of doing lucifers nails with iridescent gold with dark red details oh Satan's left ball sack I want to make a fic about it so so bad also about angelic steel acrylics I want reader to rip someone's throat out with them also just imagine reader digging her claws into Val's back while he fucks her oh my fuck, no this is Vox and Vel time anyways have an amazing day
Valentino leaned over and kissed my forehead âmi amore, are you sure youâre okay with me leaving? I mean, itâs justâŠâ His hand fell to my belly as his voice trailed off.Â
âVal, Iâm fine,â I replied. âReally. Iâm pregnant, not sick. And Uncle Lucifer is going to drop by later to check in. But really, I promise Iâm fine.â
âYeah, Val- weâre going to do a girls night, so either pop off or get pulled in,â Velvette added as she looked up from her phone. âFace masks, nails- you name it, weâre doing it.â
Valentino grimaced, âas lovely as that sounds I think Iâll pass.âÂ
âI just want you to be safe, okay honey?â I pleaded as he kissed me again. âIâll see you tomorrow night?âÂ
âIâll see you tomorrow night,â he promised.Â
As soon as the elevator door clicked closed, Velvette turned her attention to me.Â
âLetâs get to it- we both could use the relaxation.âÂ
An hour later, Velvette had my hair braided back and I wore a fluffy spa headband with a big pink bow. On my face was a green goop that she swore was good for my pores. My fingers flowed through her thick hair as I attempted to do a simple braid.Â
âThere,â I said finally as she pulled the headband over the top of her head.Â
She adjusted her bow and I sat as she carefully wiped the goop from my face.Â
âWhat are you two doing?â Vox asked as he leaned over the couch. âAnd what in gods name is on the TV?â
âFifty first dates,â I giggled as she wiped the last bit away. âItâs a girls night! There is pizza on the table if you want some!âÂ
He walked around and grabbed a piece of pizza from the table and took a seat on the couch. I watched as Velvette looked him up and down as a grin spread across her face.Â
âYou know VoxâŠ.you look like you could use a little r&râŠâ she began slowly.Â
âOh fuck no, donât even start,â he began.Â
Velvette looked at me and I stood up and joined her. I took his free hand in mine.
âI donât know much about screens, but your nails definitely need work. Vel?â
âI think I have the perfect thing for that tired face,â she added.Â
Vox groaned, âIâm not getting out of this am I?âÂ
âNo!â Velvette and I replied in unison.Â
Lucifer walked in an hour later to Vox laying on the couch, his eyes completely obscured by two bright green cucumber slices. A soft pink cloth mask covered his face as Velvette rubbed something on his upper arms and shoulders. I had busied myself with his nails, intent on buffing and glossing up his fingers.Â
âWhat are you two doing to that man?â Lucifer asked with a twitch of a smile.Â
âHonestly, Lucifer, you should consider joining in. Velâs hands are magic,â Vox muttered. âAnd my hands feel so soft.âÂ
âI think Iâll pass,â he replied casually as he plopped himself down on the couch. âAfter youâre done torturing Vox, whatâs on your agenda?âÂ
âVelâs going to do my nails,â I replied easily as I filed down the last of Voxâs fingers. âShe said she has a surprise. But Uncle Lucy, let me see your hands.â
He raised an eyebrow. âOh fuck no. Reader. Iâm a busy man, I donât have time toâŠâ
âAw, come on,â I whined lightly. âCome on, donât make me play the pregnancy card this early in the game.âÂ
Lucifer rolled his eyes but sat down on the couch opposite Vox. I squealed and grabbed the manicure kit.Â
âOnly my hands,â he warned as I took his left hand in mine. âIâm warning you right now.âÂ
âOh just relax,â Velvette scolded lightly as she came around the back of the couch. She pushed Luciferâs shoulders back against the cushion. âLet us do our thing.â
Lucifer groaned. âFine. But donât tell anyone. And Iâm setting an alarm. When it goes off, I need to leave. Got it?â
âGot it,â I said quickly as I began to work on his hands. âJust relax and let Vel and I work our magic!âÂ
By the time Luciferâs alarm buzzed, his nails had transformed into bright red, carefully detailed with black and gold. His face was covered with a deep red paper mask and his eyes were hidden under two slices of cucumber.Â
âAlright Uncle Lucy, youâre good to go,â I said cheerfully as I took off the mask and cucumbers. âTake a look!âÂ
He groaned but sat up slowly and stretched. âI will say I do feel betterâŠholy shit, what do you do to my nails?â
I giggled, âI made them pretty! Do you love them?â
He sighed, âI will admit, they do look good. And this is the most Iâve relaxed in quite a long time.â He stood up and stretched. âJust for that, Vel I wonât even charge you.â
âCharge you?â I asked curiously as Velvette took a small package from his outstretched hand. âFor what?âÂ
âAngelic steel,â Velvette replied with dark excitement. âFor your nails, reader. Figured with the baby in your tummy you could use a little extra protection.âÂ
Vox sat straight up, the cloth falling from his face. âYouâre doing what now?âÂ
Velvette looked pleased with herself. âWhat? Nails donât have to just be pretty, you know. They can also be weapons!âÂ
âAs true as that may be, take care not to cut reader on them, would you? They will make her bleed, and that defeats the purpose,â Lucifer said with a yawn. âHave a good night girls, and be nice to Vox, wonât you?âÂ
I felt his power leave the room as Velvette reached over and took my hand in hers.Â
âDefinitely steel tips,â she said decisively as she interlaced her hands with mine for a moment. âRelax your hands. I got this.â
An hour and a half later I admired the sharp points that became my nails. Vox had long since left us to our own devices, preferring the luxury of sleep to our chatter.Â
âJust be careful with them, you canât kill anyone but even a swipe will cause pain and an actual scratchâŠgo ahead, try it on Vox while heâs sleeping.âÂ
âYeah, no thanks Iâm good, heâd shock me or something,â I said as I held their sparkle up to the light. âLooks good with my rings too.âÂ
âWell yeah, red, silver and blue look good on you,â Velvette rolled her eyes. âItâs after midnight, should we get to bed?âÂ
The sound of the elevator coming up yanked us both to attention. In seconds, Velvette had me behind her, a knife drawn from seemingly nowhere. The door slid open and Valentino walked out, looking tired.Â
âVel? Princessa? What are you still doing up?â He asked tiredly. âItâs late.â
I perked up instantly and ran to him. He caught me and kissed my cheek.
âVal, you weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow night!â I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.Â
âYeah, well, letâs just say I ended the deal faster than anticipated,â he replied as he held me to him.Â
âLook! Vel did my nails,â I said excitedly. âAngelic steel!â
Valentino gave Velvette a look. She grinned and gave a big yawn.Â
âAh well, look at the time! Housekeeping will clean up the mess later, gânight loves!â she said cheerfully.
âGânight to you too,â Valentino mumbled.
He snuggled me to him a little tighter and carried me down the hallway that led to our bedroom. He set me down on the bed with a kiss as he began to undress. I leaned back against the pillows and rested one hand on my stomach as I watched. God, that man was sexy.Â
âCareful, with those nails,â he warned as he turned back towards me. âDonât scratch yourself too hard, it will hurt.â
âLeave the shirt off, I want to snuggleâ I said quickly.Â
He rolled his eyes but tossed his shirt aside and climbed into bed next to me. I quickly snuggled against his chest and lightly glided my nails hand down his chest to his abs, leaving faint red lines.Â
âMmm, Papi,â I said softly. âWe can still fuck, you know, Iâm only in the first trimester. And I want nothing more than to run these nails down your back.âÂ
He let out a groan and with one swift motion, I was on my back, his lips pressed against my neck. I ran my nails down his back with just the slightest amount of pressure. He grunted and pushed himself inside of me.
âFuck, Valentino,â I moaned as his hips moved faster. I dug my nails deeper into his skin and almost instantly he exploded inside of me.Â
âGod fucking damn it,â he hissed as he rested the entire weight of his head on my shoulder. âFuck.â He lifted his head and kissed my neck slowly, trailing down my body. âYour turn, bebĂ© muñeca.â
I let out a moan as his tongue flicked against my clit. I felt a finger slide inside of me and in seconds, I came around him. I heard him laugh softly as he kissed his way back up my body, adding several extra kisses around my belly before he pulled me into his arms. Wordlessly, I tucked my head under his chin and closed my eyes.Â
There was nowhere in the universe I slept better than in Valentinoâs arms.
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greasers when theyâre sick
i myself have been deathly ill for the past week so whilst i am bedridden iâm writing thisđ€Ąđââïžđ€© ANYWAYS LETS GO
ponyboy:
hates missing school solely cause my guy despises talking to teachers abt what he missed
also cause he thinks he gets super behind when guy just skipped one day of schoolđ
probably holes himself up in his and sodas room and when soda comes in to check on him after work itâs like PITCH black and pony is just sitting in a pile of tissues
âwhat do YOU want?â says pony with a voice similar to kermit the frog cause bros nose is SO stuffed up
and soda just assumes pony is in one of his moody, poetry reciting moods again and slowly exits the room, leaving only a baloney sandwich in his wakeđđ€Ąđ
johnny:
def the type to not accept help
like he would go to school sick and the second someone brings up how his voice is screwed up heâs like đâwhatâre you sayin bout me?â
if the gang does quarantine him to a room heâd def just be able to entertain himself and prob come up with his own secret language and fictional multiverse or smth
idk he just gives the type to be fully okay with being alone for a bit but the meds heâs on make him all wacky too so itâs an interesting mix for sure
sodapop:
iâm sorry this guy has the most nastiest cough đ
idc if he doesnât smoke a lot he just got those mucusy coughs
other than that everyoneâs having a good time, making jokes and feeling good and then soda pauses his laughter and unleashes the most rattley cough and then everyone just goes quiet and he just looks like đ
definitely unfazed by sickness in general
until one day my guy just has the worst time and breaks downnnnđ„°
weâve all been there too esp when youâre sick and shit just goes downhill and everything sucks and you hate everything and everyone
darry:
now johnny doesnât accept help but thatâs NOTHING compared to darry
he has peak older-sibling syndrome and is just used to only helping other people
so when those people that he takes care of flip the script, my guy is just weirded outtt
like he def appreciates two trying to make him soup but he just doesnât know how to react
goes lowk crazy with not being able to work or straighten up the house just cause he always feels like heâs gotta do SOMETHING productive with his time
dally:
iâm sorry but guy is def the type to go to school FULLY sick and either not say a word about it or complain like a lil bitch the whole time
also he totally smokes while he has a cough like soda which is so unhealthy i canât evenđ
just overall his habits and life doesnât get upended by âsome fuckass coldâ (his words, not mine)
like bro please you just gotta rest sometimesđ
the gang is able to get him to stay at the curtisâ couch one day and bro just WIPES OUT
istg heâs out for like 15 hours straight in the full daytime and everyone is scared to walk past in case they wake him up
but dally is a crazy heavy sleeper so he actually gets a lot better after calming down for onceđ„°
two-bit:
honestly stays home from school like a normal person
except bro gets one cold and then just doesnât show up to school for like two weeksđ
and itâs not cause heâs a wimp itâs just cause guy finds an excuse to skip out for a so called âvacationâ and he rolls with it
and then heâll just spawn back in on campus like a month later like nothing happened and everyone just expected two to take a dare too far and end up in the hospitalđ€Ą
steve:
CANT STOP WONT STOP
bro just pushes thru the painđ
he probably takes way too much of the recommended dose of general meds (donât do this pleaseđ§ââïž)
and then goes all loopy for hours straight
and people are kinda sus about it but honestly itâs steve so who is really all that surprised
LMAO THAT SOUNDS MEAN SORRY STEVE
ANYWAYSSSS i think imma post a romantic kinda sick reader x greaser thing so thatâll hopefully come out soon while im still coughing my lungs outđ«¶
#the outsiders#dallas winston#ponyboy curtis#johnny cade#darry curtis#the outsiders sodapop#steve randle#two bit mathews#matt dillon#sodapop curtis
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"If its meant to be it'll be." PT. 4
Exâs to lovers đ€
""Am i that stupid?"
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Summary: You and Han have been dating for 3 months but have been best friends for a long time and one day while youâre getting ready you get an unexpected text from him.
Warnings: Swearing (Bad Language)
Han Jisung x Fem Reader
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She closed the front door behind her and she broke down behind the door. It didn't matter what had happened she still loves him, deeply to.
"How can you waste a friendship! and a whole 3 months!" - She cried out.
Her tears started to make marks on her face. Her face was all puffy and when she stopped crying she stared blankly catching her breath.
"Am i that stupid? Hes an idol, he wouldn't care about me anyways, and that just proved it. Im such a stupid idiot!" - She covered her face and lead her hands towards her hair grabbing it tightly. She breathed in and out slowly and got back into a calm state. God this was gonna be a hard week.
Hans POV:
While driving back to the hotel, he noticed that her song was playing. The one she would play non-stop in the car while they drove to the mall, movies, or any date they went on. Hate to say it, the memories it brought back made him smile. When he came into realization he turned if off quickly. He shouldn't be thinking about it. He broke up with her, so he didn't wanna be reminded, but they had amazing times.
When he was almost close to the hotel he stopped over by the coffee shop him and Y/N had morning dates on. He went up to the cashier to order an Americano.
"Hey Han! Where's Y/N? Is she sick again!?" - James asked. He was their friend who worked there every time they came to the coffee shop.
"Oh.. um, well me and her aren't together anymore,," - Han looked down.
"WHAT! WHY!? yall were so perfect...' - James tone sadden.
"Lets just say far to many arguments and disagreements and i broke up with her cause i can't be with someone who i can't stand nor do i love anymore." - Han explained.
"Oh.. How's she taken it?" - James asked worried about her.
"She's been very snappy and not herself.." - Han looked down, as he knew he caused it.
"I figured i'll visit her today after work." James said.
"Yeah you should she could really use it. Also she wants nothing to do with me so watch after her? I know she can do stupid things i don't want her to get hurt over this..' - Han looked at him seriously.
"Yeah of course i can, she's my bestfriend, also here's your Americano." - James handed Han the drink.
"Okay thanks i appreciate it." - Han thanked him and went on his way back to his car and drove away.
"God damnit Y/N, you always seem to pop up all the time huh?" - Han repeated to himself while he drove.
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Dan Heng x Depressed Reader
self-Indulgent idk what im doing bro. first fanfic ever??
not proofread!! 1.4k words
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The day you had begun as it usually does. Being woken up by your cat at 6 in the morning, even though you had gone to bed at 3 am. You should have learned your lesson by now. Why do you still choose to go to bed so late, knowing damn well your cat would wake you up with the sun.Â
It was hopeless trying to go back to sleep after getting up to feed the cat, so it might as well be productive right?
Your idea of productivity was different from others. For most people that meant maybe checking their email or cleaning up a little. For you though, it meant feeding yourself and taking your medication. Things most people don't think twice about, but the hardest part of your day. Your boyfriend knew this. He usually got up around 6, not because of the cat. Heâs always been a productive and curious man. He gets up early and takes care of himself without any issues. That's not to say that he doesn't have his problems, but even he can admit that he doesn't have it nearly as difficult as you do.Â
You get up and donât even bother getting dressed, it was impressive enough that you even got up in the first place. Itâs just another extra chore. Youâre not going anywhere today anyway. The only thing you have today is online, and surely your psychiatrist wonât be able to tell you don't have pants on while on the video call.Â
You make your way downstairs and on arrival, your lovely boyfriend, Dan Heng, greets you with a gentle smile, as he does every morning.Â
âGood morning, darling.â He looks at your exhausted expression, a little worried that you look so worn out despite having just woken up. But he knows how awful your sleep schedule is. You honestly don't know why he still even wastes his worries on you.
âGood morning.â You reply.
You make your way across the living you into the kitchen. The medication you take requires food before you can take it. Supposedly you'd get sick if you missed this vital step, but you have never risked it. The last thing you wanted was to puke all your expensive medication down the toilet. Unfortunately though, you never really found anything appetizing, not ever.Â
âI made you a breakfast taco, it should be in the fridge.â Dan Heng's voice startled you.
âOh, okay⊠Thanks.â You make your way over to the refrigerator.
Dan Heng watches you. He watches through concerned eyes. It makes him sad that you always seem to wake up feeling absolutely nothing. No motivation or anything. And it's not like your sad or anything like that. It just hurts his hurt seeing you suffer.Â
Ever since you first met him you've been very open to him about your depression, but once he moved in with you it's been more apparent. It's just not fair. It's not fair that a beautiful and kind-hearted individual such as yourself struggled so fiercely to function. You never had energy, you were always tired and your body constantly ached.Â
He watches you take your pills every morning. This has got to be the fifth anti-depressant you've tried and it makes his heart ache to see you get absolutely no relief. It's like you're immune to everything you try. All he can do is be here for you, but he wishes so deeply that he could do more.
You slowly eat your breakfast and take your pills, standing in the kitchen for about 5 extra minutes just to stare at the remaining water in your glass. When you were little you used to always drink chocolate milk with your breakfast. That was too much effort now. You zone out, staring at your water, thinking about how much things have changed.
Your mother used to call you a âray of sunshineâ, her âsweet babyâ. You never lost that kindness from your mother but it seems you certainly lost yourself. These are things that only Dan Heng can see in you now though. And no matter how hard you tried you could never see it in yourself. If it was the middle of the night and the sun wasnât awake to mock you, this certainly is something that would make you tear up. But you physically couldn't cry right now.Â
Your thoughts are interrupted by your boyfriend's arms wrapping around your waist.
âYou okay?â He asks, chin pressing against your shoulder as he speaks.Â
âYeah.â You reply. Which is the truth. Nothing is ever exactly wrong, it's just never right. This is just how things always are. The cause of your depression was a chemical imbalance, there was nothing that could be fixed. So overall youâd say youâre pretty okay.
âAre you sure?â He lets out a breathy laugh. âYouâve been staring at that water for quite a while.â
You give him a soft smile. Itâs not often your serious boyfriend lets out a laugh, but it seems even he knows the power his joy has over you. Coming over here and letting out a laugh into your ear, itâs enough to help you push forward for today.
You turn around, now facing Dan Heng, his hands now resting on your hips while you lean against the counter. Before you started dating him you would never have guessed how important physical touch was for him, he had always been so distant, wanting nothing more than to lock himself in another room and isolate himself for hours.Â
Dan Heng certainly preferred to be alone, but ever since he met you he realized her much more enjoys being alone with you. Moments like this, when the world is still and itâs just the two of you, with some peace and quiet. Thatâs what he lives for.Â
You were tempted to speak but then Dan Heng let out a sigh and rested his head on your shoulder. You let your concern show by moving your hand to his back, but you knew that if he wanted to talk he would. Perhaps right now all he needed was some quiet.
After a minute or two of silently rubbing Dan Hengâs back, he spoke. âYou know you can talk to me right?â
You have nothing to talk about.
âI love you, I would love to listen, I would love to support you.â
âYouâre already my biggest supporter.â You let out a giggle, hoping it would soften the mood a little more.Â
âI want to help.â Heâs more serious than ever.
âYou do help, baby. More than youâll ever know.â Your comforting words also help to comfort you. It was true. Even before you started dating Dan Heng had been your best friend and biggest supporter. Honestly, without him, you donât even know if youâd still be here. But you donât tell him that. He doesnât need to know that you ever think of not being here.Â
He stands straight up again to brush his hand across your cheek and that's when you can see it. His tears. There aren't many but he is without a doubt crying.
âHey, what's wrong?â You ask him, no longer leaning against to counter, hands cupping his face, deep concern wavering in your voice.
âY/N, youâre the most loving, kind, most perfect soul Iâve ever met, so why is the world doing you so wrong? You deserve to wake up every day full of excitement, full of energy, ready to take on the day. You deserve to smile, to laugh, genuine ones. Genuine smiles and genuine laughs.â Your eyes start to water, you continue to hold onto his face as tears roll down his cheeks and onto your fingers. âYou deserve to be happy, Y/N. Itâs not fair. You do so much good for so many people, for me. You make me smile, you make me happy, you make me feel alive. I donât feel like I need to run anymore because I have you. So why must the world put you through so much pain?â
You had never seen him like this.Â
âShhhhâŠâ you hush him and he looks at you, no longer breaking eye contact to speak. âIâm happier than Iâve ever been because of you Dan Heng,â you promise him. âI finally feel loved.â
After a moment of looking at you, he kisses you. Its soft and warm, a kiss to tell you that heâs not going anywhere and that heâll be with you forever.Â
With him⊠youâll get through this.
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đ©âĄđȘ episode eight: WONDERFUL BULLOCKS.
tumblr keeps trying to silence me and i soon will sue im sick and tired.
#anyways i just realized i messed up the header the writing 7 instead of 8 pls pretend itâs not there
hows everyone doing i know this chapter is a bit overdue but hey at least i managed to get something out am i right or what good god i hate it here.
y/n got haters yikes !! how uncool do you have to be to not like y/n like damn
gotta love owen and y/nâs stupid shit theyâre so cute i love them
âcan I at least get up? I want waterâ you say.
Hunter hasnât left your side since you passed out after Raw. he even went as far as kicking Chyna out of your room so he can be close in case you needed anything.
âno. you stay here, Iâll get it for youâ he says. damn, okay. well, since you were going to have a big, strong man refuse to leave your side he might as well play his role to the fullest. as soon as Hunter stepped back into the room with a glass of water you sunk under your blanket, forcing yourself to shiver as hard as you can.
âY/n? are you okay?â he asked placing the cup on the nightstand, he sat next to you and rubbed your shoulder.
âbetter not be a fever or something. are you cold, angel?â he asks, and you nod. he gets up again, seemingly to turn up the heating but you grab his arm.
âcome lay next to meâ you tug on his arm, he smiles. Hunter slides under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you close. he was always so warm.
you were tired, you couldnât deny that, but you were falling asleep quicker than you thought. Hunter was quietly talking about something stupid he and Shawn did but your eyes were failing you.
Shawn and Hunter were growing closer day by day, they were close to being inseparable. you and Shawn were very slowly beginning to get along, he was still quite unbearable but he wasnât as loud and obnoxious as he usually is.
sometimes youâd catch him staring at you intensely youâd think heâs zoned out, but heâd smile and look away. it felt like he was planning something or trying to follow along with something but you couldnât put your finger onto it.
frankly, he sometimes straight up scared you because what the hell?
âwhatâs up with Shawn?â you mumble rubbing your eyes, Hunter looks down at you confused. as far as heâs concerned, Shawn is doing just fine. âwhat do you mean?â Hunter asks.
you tiredly shrug, âheâs been⊠offâ. you didnt know how to explain it but Shawn hasnât been acting like himself, you didnât hate him for it, thank god heâs been calmer but damn it if it wasnât freaking you out.
âlike what?â Hunter asks, you shrug again. âyou know⊠he kinda just sits there - and stares - he seems quite reservedâ you say. Hunter hums.
he noticed it too, should he tell you?
âwhatâs that about?â you ask, well its not like heâs losing anything.
âyâknow how him and Sunny have had a thing?â, you nod. âwell.. Shawn is kinda really into this other girl, but Sunny isnât uhm..â Hunter trails off.
you sit up, âisnâtâŠ?â
Hunter sighs, âshe isnât taking that very wellâ he leans back. âSunny sees her as the competition, since sheâs the original diva and all thatâ Hunter explains.
you looks down at your hands, ⊠is this about you?
you hum and lay against Hunterâs chest, ârightâ you mutter.
3:09 pm, central London.
London was always a fun time. youâve come here several times in your time with New Japan and more on your own, itâs was always sweet.
youâre more excited about being with your friends in this time, well, four friends and the man child that tagged along. seriously, for fucks sake, can Shawn Michaels ever not whine?
âChynaaaaaaaâ he dragged, Chyna was sick and tired. the moment the plane landed she immediately caught a cold, she was tired of Shawnâs constant whining and him breathing on her neck.
âwhat the fuck is it this time?â she asks, irritated. Shawn huffs, âare we there yet?â he asks, Chyna turns to him and squeezes his face. âam I the one whoâs fucking driving? ask Y/n. or are you scared of getting smacked again?â she taunts.
Shawn pulls away from her and huffs again, âas ifâ he boasts, âthen why arenât you talking to me?â you asks, your eyes meeting in the rear view mirror. Shawn is flustered and instantly looks away, âbecause!â he reasons.
you were driving because you knew London better than the rest of them. Shawn was sitting directly behind you, Hunter was in the passengerâs seat, and Chyna was squished between Shawn and a sleeping Lita.
itâs a quite for a while, apart from the occasional chatter between you, Hunter and Chyna, and Litaâs light snores.
âY/nnnnnnnnnâ Shawn whined, you raise an eyebrow. âso you arenât scared of me?â you smile, âpfft, no Iâm not. Iâm hungryâ Shawn said, you grab your bag that was sitting on Hunterâs lap and give it to Shawn.
âthereâs chips and a juice box in thereâ you say, âand stop fucking whining before I pull the fuck overâ you threaten, âyes maâam!â Shawn said as he opened the bag. you slapped the wrestling ability out of his body the other day, but heâs giving out for a bag of chips?
an actual child.
âwhereâd you get this car anyway?â Hunter asks, âfrom Daveyâ you answer. âoh right, heâs briâish innitâ Hunter says with the shittiest british accent ever, itâs almost scottish. âdonât ever in your fucking life-â you laugh, âa boâo o wota!â he exclaims.
âitâs chewsdae innit bruvâ he continued mocking Davey while Chyna and Shawn cracked up in the back and you held back the urge to join him.
âweâll gaur to thee pub and get drunk til dawn, eh?â
âwhy is he talking like that?â Lita asked, rubbing her eyes. âhe thinks heâs funnyâ Shawn deadpans, âI am funny!â Hunter counters.
see? fun. so, very fun. this is going to be a long day.
âguys, are we there yet?â Lita asks, Chyna groans. âoh, donât start youâ, Hunter laughs. âweâre hereâ.
well this isnât bad.
youâre in your own room this time, this girls are on completely different floors. Chyna was on the second while Lita was on the sixteenth, you were on the eighth. Shawn was the only person on the same floor as you but he was still down the hallway, the only other people were the Hardy brothers but you barely knew them.
youâre not liking that fact that you have to get used to this, you and the girls always roomed together! you were going to be bored as fuck for the rest of the day, or until you three figure out a way to be together without anyone noticing.
apparently, sharing a room isnât allowed anymore because some people with getting into petty fights and left rooms trashed, and Vince isnât paying a dime out of pocket to fix anything.
to be honest, fair enough.
but hey, they didnât say visits arenât allowed. youâre laying down on your bed, you look down at your self, you were only wearing an oversized âChyna Syndromeâ shirt and no pants. âfuck.â you mutter.
do you need to wear pants? the shirt went down to your knees basically. âtskâ you get up and slide on your crocs.
on your way out you grab a bottle of water and lock the door behind you. at the end of the hall you can see Shawn leaving his room, more like sneaking out of his room. he waved at you with a half smile and you wave back with a confused look.
âwhere are you headinâ?â he asks leaning against his door, âLitaâsâ you say approaching him, Shawn shakes your hand for some reason âŠokay? âand you?â you ask, âIâm going to-â
then you hear a door loudly slam behind you.
âheyyyy y/nâ her voice glees.
oh, for fucks sake man.
you both look behind you, âohâ you mumble looking at Shawn. âhey.. Sunnyâ you say looking at the ground, scratching your neck. âno, no, no! Hunter! Iâm going to hang out with Hunter not herâ Shawn quickly answers.
the second Sunny saw you with Shawn her stomach did a flip. Shawn was replacing her with you! heâs been slipping away from her since the moment you arrived and the only times he was with her were, as Shawn said, âto make Y/n jealousâ.
you didnât give two fucks, she knew you didnât. she didnât like you not one bit. first you come in and youâre treated like the federationâs priority, then youâre given the womenâs title on your debut, everyone seems to really fucking like you and youâre stealing her man whoâs not her man now?
too much.
Sunny narrowed her eyes at you, she couldnât tell if you were leaving Shawnâs room or if youâre about to go in, but your clothes told her a lot. youâre only wearing a big shirt and Shawn wore a snapback and khaki shorts without a shirt.
well, well, well.
âhow are you babe?â Sunny asks as she leans in for a hug, she squeezes you for a bit. she looks at you with a slight frown as she passive aggressively interrogates you about your day.
Shawnâs knees were on the verge of giving out from under him. the girl he wants nothing to do with and the girl heâd kill himself trying to get an ounce of attention from in the same place. what kind of hellish dream is this?
âI see you two are âŠclose.â Sunny says eyeing you and Shawn, you and Shawn scramble to explain you donât really like each other but are in the same friend group. âoh, so are you like hanging out or hanging out?â she asks.
âexcuse me?â you make a face, âof course we are!â Shawn chirps, âweâre actually going to Litaâs room right now!â.
who the fuck is we?
âwe?â you ask looking at him, âof course we baby!â Shawn smiles, âbaby?â Sunny glares at Shawn. Shawn who wanted the floor to crack beneath him and swallow him whole. âyup!â he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the elevator.
âbye Sunnies! see you later! hopefully never!â Shawn mumbled the last part as he pushed you into the elevator.
what the hell was that interaction?
âwhat are you doing?!â you yank your hand away from Shawn. âthis chick wonât leave me alone!â he reasons, you click the button to the sixteenth floor. âI donât even like her!â. you shrug and shake your head, âthat ainât got nothing to do with meâ
âoh, it doesâ Shawn chuckles. âwhat?â you ask, Shawn takes off his snapback and runs a hand through his hair before putting it back on. âdonât worry about it.â
âfine.â
itâs silent for a bit, then he speaks up again.
âdo you really wanna know?â, of course he cracked. you roll your eyes, âno shitâ you huff, âIâll tell you if youâre nice to meâ he crosses his arms over his chest. you look at him confused.
âI am nice to you! I offered to drive you hereâ
âyou drove the whole group hereâ
âI gave you my foodâ
âyouâre always giving someone somethingâ
â⊠at least Iâm not an asshole to you!â
âyou slapped the hair colour off of me three days ago!â
you lean against the gold metal of the elevator, âwell, letâs be real here, you deserved thatâ you point to him. ânow tell me!â
âbe nice to me first!â he demands, âI am! what more do you want from me?!â and Shawn smirks, aw hail.
ânah manâ you wave him off, and he laughs. ânah, Iâd rather dieâ you groan, âyou want me so badâ he scoffs. there he goes again with that stupid phrase he uses to annoy you.
âhow many times do I need to tell you that I donât even like you? weâre only here because we have the same friend group.â you reason.
âoh câmon babyâ he steps closer to you, âeveryone wants meâ he flashes his pretty boy smile. you roll your eyes again, ânot everyoneâ you scoff.
âoh really?â he steps even closer, you push him away and he leans against the opposite wall.
jeez, arenât you there yet? you look up, tenth floor.
âyouâre acting too confident for someone in your positionâ you say, Shawn chuckles. âtoo confident?â he asks, you nod as you step closer to him.
âI can do whatever I want to do with you, and you wonât say anythingâ you smile, you stand right in front of him. you place your hands on his bare chest, theyâre a bit cold so they make him inhale sharply. ân-no you w-wonâtâ
âaww, the pretty boy is stuttering! what is it? cat got your tongue, baby?â you say the nickname back to him. ân-no!â he looks away, you grab his face and force him to look at you.
âyouâre not the most subtle person, Michaels.â you begin and Shawnâs eyes widen a bit, âI know you want my attention, actually, you need my attentionâ.
Shawn gulps, no way.
âclose your eyesâ you whisper, youâre so close to each other you can almost see his breath hitching his throat. you lean in and Shawn begins panicking.
his hands and sweaty and his knees will buckle in any moment, you werenât actually going to kiss him, right? right?!
he opens his eyes for a split second and quickly shuts them, and oh lord.
yes way.
he knows that you can hear his heart beating at this point, your lips and so close to each other, so closeâŠ
ding!
you giggle and pull away from him, Shawn opens his eyes, heâs breathless and shivering for some reason. you walk towards the door and look at him before leaving.
âyou donât need to tell me, I already know what it isâ.
8:20 pm, dressing room.
youâve changed your clothes into your gear and stood in front of the mirror of the dressing room as you laced up your boots. you were having a good time styling your hair and playing around with makeup, then you heard an agitating, loud noise.
âoh heyyyyy y/nâ, you look up through the mirror and the blonde was standing behind you. you roll your eyes as you line your lips, âare you working tonight?â Sunny asked, ââcause I amâ, you look up again as one of your eyebrows are raised.
âreally?â you ask, applying lip gloss. she sits on the chair besides yours and sprays enough hairspray to kill a bug infestation. âmhm, Iâm working with Taker and Shawnâ
your eyes immediately met hers through mirror again, now wait a fucking minute. âseriously?â you ask and she nods. you were confused, pissed off, but more confused. âwhat do you mean youâre working with them? itâs me, Bret and Owen against Taker, Shawn and Litaâ you say.
Sunny smirks, âaw why do you care? are you jealous of me?â. you look at her again and huff before paying attention to your hair.
bingo.
if Sunny could cackle loudly she would, she was trying to get a reaction out of you and she got what she wanted.
âIâm not jealousâ you begin and Sunny frowns, âIâm pissed than no one told me they were swapping out Lita for youâ you say. Sunny narrows her eyes at you, âwhat do you mean me?â she asks. you lean back in your seat, âyâknow, you canât wrestle, never took a bump. kinda useless honestlyâ you explain.
she laughs out loud, âuseless?â she asks, âuseless?â she asks again. âbe real y/n, the only reason youâre here is because Vince wants to beat WCWâs ratingsâ, it was your turn to laugh loudly.
youâve actually had enough of this bitch. the amount of time you made yourself the bigger person when sheâd try to pick fights with you, the amount of times she was rude to you for no reason, the amount of times you tried to befriend her only for her to put on her âbitchy blondeâ act.
not today.
âbe real Sunnyâ you repeat her words, âyour only purpose in this company is to keep knobs clean.â and the smile on her face evaporated, âand you donât seem to be doing a good job considering all the locker room has been on their knees for meâ you say putting away the makeup.
âtsk, tsk, tskâ you snicker, âwhat a shame, at least other women get paid for what youâre doingâ, Sunny felt stupid for even trying to begin with you.
ânow be a good girl and go clean my championship for me.â
jesus wept.
Sunny stormed out of the room so quickly you almost missed it, and hilariously then. you got and idea.
the roomâs door opened and you half expected Sunny to come in but it wasnât her, itâs was someone else. âheyâ he said through a tight lipped smile, âhey Rockyâ you greet the man. âhow are you?â
âoh Iâm okay! just had a match with Hunter, light work yâknowâ he said sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. âyeah I saw the first five minutes of it, great suplexes by the wayâ you compliment. âthank you!â he smile.
âwhy are you sitting to so far away? câmereâ you pat on the chair next to you, The Rock hesitates a bit but he moves next you anyway, he didnât want to seem like a creep but heâs always looked at you from afar. youâre really fucking pretty to him, and being this close to you⊠he couldnât help but stare.
you both talk about your day and the matches on tonightâs card, you like him, he was probably one of the chillest people in the roster, right after Al Snow because no one tops him.
âwe should work together after my thing with Takerâ you suggest and he tenses up. âyou want to work with me?â he asked, you chuckle. âyeah why not?â you ask back.
âIâm nowhere near as good as you areâ he begins, âI mean, youâre New Japanâs ace, Antonio Enokiâs golden girl, probably the best womenâs champion Vince has ever hadâ he said and the smile on your face was big. âaw, Rockyâ
âno really, I would love to work with you but I need to work on myself firstâ he explained. âIâll make you my right hand man, Iâll help you get over with the crowd.â you smile. âlike a teacher?â he chuckles.
âexactly that! Y/nâs keys to success; step one: be kinda funny, step two: unclear, and step three: cash money Y/l/n. I donât know but youâll get thereâ you say.
âyes maâamâ he laughs, ânow, your first mission as my apprentice, bring me Vince. I think thereâs commercial break right now, and I have an ideaâ
<<9:19 pm>>
âare you-⊠are you serious?â you asked, you were in a random storage room with Owen. your voice came out more nasal as you had pinched your nostrils shut. âyup!â Owen smile, âand Iâm so excited you donât even knowâ
you look at each other then back at the buckets in front of you. disgusting. whatâs disgusting?
pig shit.
you specifically asked for you and Owen to pull âone of your pranksâ solely for shits and gigs, you were both rightfully excited but maybe the animal feces were a bit overkill. Vince was excited when you told him about your plan but this was⊠something.
âso weâll have some staff set this up above the ring, and weâll dump it whenâs itâs timeâ Owen explained. âwhat if it misses and falls on us?â you ask, âweâre gonna be on the ramp, remember?â Owen says.
ââŠrightâ
you quickly left the room as you didnât want the smell to linger on your clothes. youâre walking down the hallway when you bump into someone, âdamnâ you look at them, itâs Al Snow!
âoh, hey manâ you say, âyou good? you werenât really looking in front of youâ he looks at your head concerned. you shake your head, âIâm fine, but youâre built a mountain, jeez that was roughâ
âwhy thank you, prettyâ he laughs. âdoes my gear look alright?â you were concerned about whether or not the pig shit found its way to your clothes. âpfft, you look goodâ Al scoffs, âno, wait. I mean, your clothes look okay, no they look greatâ he corrects himself, you raise an eyebrow.
âI mean, you look good too! and your clothes- gear looks just okay! I mean great! wait-â
âI got the memo, Alâ you laugh patting his shoulder before walking along. âtalk! learn how to talk to her!â he whispered to himself.
10:23 pm, Raw <Live>
âTag! Y/n is legalâ Jim Ross bellows.
the crowd popped loudly, you were finally face to face with The Undertaker in the ring, weeks of storytelling and tension building up, but no one was dumb enough to believe you were putting an end to it here. theyâre wrestling fans after all, theyâre used to having their face spat on.
you quickly began running the ropes before hitting him with your signature frankinstiener and the crowd cheered again. the referee quickly separated you two and Taker tagged Sunny, there was audible groans throughout the crowd. relatable.
this mix of people made sense. you, Taker, Shawn, The Hart brothers and⊠of all people? âŠSunny? both Lita and Luna Vachon are on Takerâs team, why is Sunny suddenly in the mix?
making quick work of her, you powerbomb her. you climb the ropes and pull Shawn over into a suplex. as Shawn lay on the mat holding his back you tag in Bret, he locks Shawn in a sharpshooter while you lock Sunny in one. if she taps your team wins, sheâs the legal one after all.
Taker then interferes which causes Owen to run in and hit him with a clothesline, it quickly gets messy as the crowd cheers for the brawl that materializes.
after a bit of fighting back and forth, you and the Harts leave the ring, and Takerâs team are given a count out win. the crowd boos as the bell rings, you grab a microphone.
âyou didnât win this one, deadman. come find me when have someone I can actually wrestle on your teamâ you point to Sunny, and âoooâs erupt from the crowd.
âbut until then, enjoy your shitty win, fuckersâ
suddenly, smelly brown liquid rained onto the three and the crowd went wild. Taker and Shawn were flabbergasted while Sunny stood there screaming bloody murder. the usually good looking diva was stuck covered in pig shit and wailing like a child.
what made you feel joy from within you was how Taker, Shawn and Sunny didnât about the gift you and Owen brought with you, but Sunnyâs reaction was the best.
just what she deserves.
before you could even reach behind the curtains, you could hear Vince laughing uproariously. of course, of course he thinks poop jokes are funny.
âwhat do you think of that?â Owen giggled, and Vince laughed some more. âwonderful!â he laughed, âwonderful bullocks!â
#rainchyna#rainchynaâs sour grapes#wwe headcanons#wwe x reader#wwe fics#wwe fanfiction#wwf fanfiction#wwf x reader#wwf fics#wwe shawn michaels#wwe shawn michaels x reader
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people can hurt me all they want, they can make my nights my worst nightmares but i will never ever wish them the same pain they make me go through anymore, that's just not who i am anymore.
i had a last chance to grow into something bigger and i took it seriously when i almost lost the love of my life for good. he had his reasons, he was right, i was a good person but i wasn't behaving like one.
i grew in hate, i grew in pain, i grew in fights, i grew in suspicion, and that made me who i was and i hurt the people i loved and love the most.
having had a last chance doesn't mean that âyou only value when you loseâ is true, but the fact that, indeed, we get sick of our own bullshits sometimes too.
firstly, which wasn't right but did anyways and worked slightly, i changed for him and for us, for our relationship. i wanted to be a good girlfriend, a good friend, a good person for him to rely on. but when you don't change for yourself you'll still have doubts.
it took me yet a year to now, change for me.
but this man, this man, he helped healing my soul. he helped me understanding my flaws, he helped me asking for help, he helped me wanting to get better and just do it â even if it took time!
i was scared to death to get out of my comfort zone, to get out of what i knew (anger, sadness, illness) that i wasn't even thinking about the harm i was doing to others â & to myself.
this is not just me bragging about how i've changed and grew into a whole new person â because, in the end of the day im still me and i still have flaws, i'll always have and you too will always have no matter how much you change, no one is perfect, and i still want to grow much more. i still have things to fix, i'm just in a grateful, peaceful and good state of my life right now, taking things slowly â this is a message to those who don't have hope on their illness, on their lives.
3 years ago i was severely hallucinating, anxiety attacks, suicidal, deep into my bpd, my eating disorder just appearing, huge paranoia. today i look back and can tell it took time indeed but i did it.
as a 20 year old girl who's currently without therapy and relying on herself and medication to change (please do therapy if possible it helps so much), some days are harder than others but when the good days knock on your door you'll feel so much better and capable and don't ever blame yourself for feeling down.
some good days come as a surprise, but most of them it's u that have to create them, don't forget it.
im always here open for discussion or conversations. wish u all the best âĄ
#bpd recovery#bpd vent#actually bpd#bpd#borderline personality disorder#borderline blog#body positvity#positive mental attitude#positivity#manifesting#law of assumption#law of attraction#ed recovery#eating disorder recovery#generalized anxiety disorder#ptsd recovery#complex ptsd#neurodivergent#recovery
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and iâm back with another yap sessionđ€okay okay, there were some parts that i forgot to mention last time so hopefully i can hit them this time and feel less insaneđ
1. SYD AND TONY!!! iâve been wanting to touch on them for a while but i never know how to do in a way that makes sense?? BUT THE FRIENDSHIP IS SO PRECIOUS, I CANâT. they remind of the tiktok sound thatâs like âwe were girls togetherâ and i literally canât get that outta my head with themđ„ș i think i just love reading about tony and the rest of the gang?? like i love seeing how they fit into the chaotic puzzle that was the beefâ ESPECIALLY with all the new changes happening!! plus carmyâs reactions to tonyâs dynamic with everyone is actually hilariousđ like when he was so pressed that ppl have their own nicknames for her. like carmy, please remember to breathe LMAOOO
2. also the current chapters are still making me wanna run up my WALLSđi donât think i ever know peace anymore⊠WHAT DO MEAN THE WORSE DAY IF THEIR LIVES IS COMING?? SAVE ME?? IM SCARED??
3. and carmyâs so sick and twisted but like me too so itâs coolđ but in all seriousness, it reminds me of that feeling of being in a 3 person friend group but knowing thereâs a duo and youâre not apart of it (am i articulating this properly?? idk??) itâs such an odd feeling to be jealous of something that you know you probably shouldnât be. like just because theyâre besties, doesnât mean that they care for you any less. but i also get his desire to wanting to be her person and not just the little brother full in but then again, you canât even blame him for feeling like that cause WHO WOULDNâT??
AHHH THERES SO MUCH MORE I WANNA SAY but this is getting kinda long so i will hold offâŒïžagain, just wanna reiterate how much your writing makes me wanna ascend into the divine plane; it literally so amazinggggđ« tysm for reading this certified long ass yap sessionđ«¶đŸ
Cannot define enough how much I love these yap sessions, literally always feel free to send me any and all fleeting thoughts in the brain box.
aside: new chapter uhhhh Sunday probably? Maybe tomorrow possibly? Pending how fast I am. I'm trying to get the next two chapters drafts done together so I can refine the first one with the knowledge of what's gonna happen in the second. Cause n Effect, All That.
ANYWAYS, you can be incoherent-- Just so you know-- It's my job to make sense of what's in my inbox, u don't have to work on that. BUT YES I LOVE WRITIN EM, I am slowly more and more just writing bits and pieces of my own friendships and isms into them. So, they're a delight of memories, to write about. AND VERY MUCH SO WE WERE GIRLS TOGETHER. I think that's literally a line, in delivery fees, something like 'you become girls, together' cause it's just ! regress! in a good way hehe.
I love writing Tony with the idea of a season 3 Bear-- Because it's this weird thing where she is simultaneously new and old-- And everything to her is also new and old. It's this weird fucking neo-nostalgia that's really fun to chew on. AND YES HE'S SO CREASED.
I try to put myself in the perspective of the perspective I'm writing for, with whatever, and when I was writing Carmen's chapter I was like this stupid motherfucker Richie got to do all this shit and hae all these stupid nicknames why the FUCK DO YOU WANT TO SAY HI TO HIM?? RICHIE!!!!?!?!??!?! And then reading it back now, a week or so later, I was like Wow. Kind of a lot, bro. Lets both take a step back.
2. Your fears are valid. Well. Is that what I'm supposed to say here? Hm. Here's what I'll say, I haven't gotten to the bad bad part, yet. So like, it could end up being not that bad, to you guys. To me it's bad. It's really bad. But like, maybe you're fine. ALSO 3RD OR 4TH WORST DAY I SAID-- JUST THE WORST FRIDAY. Because I had to give them Top something, I just needed to get specific.
3. As the littlest sibling, 100%. I can't see myself being friends with any of my older brothers' friends, so the idea of becoming one of their friends and posthumously finding out they were best friends with my brother? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? DID THEY TELL YOU ABOUT ME? DO YOU THINK I'M LITTLE BABY LITTLE STUPID? And it's also like, just being friends with All of The Beef is like ohhhhh, I remember it took me a long time to warm up and make my way with them, but for you it was probably so easy cause you're just like that, which is why I like you so why do I feel angry about that !!!
AND ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU THANK YOU, FEEL FREE TO YELL IN MY INBOX WHENEVER. P.s if anyone made it this far, u got me. I'm makin' a taglist. Reply/DM/Ask to be added!
But if you wanna be added,,,, you gotta send an essay in with it baby, or I simply won't it's the RULES!
p.s i really do love u so dearly for sending in your thoughts thank u thank u angel <3
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SOUP!!!!!!!
HI HI HI HI I CANT EXPLAIN HOW HAPPY I AM THAT YOURE BACK!!! oh my goodness i was literally typing this when i saw that you asked where iâve beenđ iâve been reading fics as you post them (i donât have notifs on but i check your blog for updates on a regular basis LMAO) but life shtuff has only now died down enough for me to actually write/comment on things!! gosh iâm so excited youâre back!! in the LEAST pressure-y way, itâs almost embarrassing how slowly days went by as i was waiting for you to start posting again LOL like at one point i was telling myself âokay she said 20 days, itâs probably been at least a weekâ. it had been literally 3 days đ HAHAHAHWH
ANYWAYS
AHHHHHH MY BABIES MY BABIES!!!!! i donât remember what the last thing i talked about on here was but WOW these last fics have made me cry and laugh and blush sooo many different times!! wen finding out was CRAZY and i literally sobbed w her bc the way everything played out was so unfortunate but also so realistic and raw and i had so many mixed feelings about everything!!!! and then wen isolating and bella checking on her!! and wen trying to push her away and then admitting that she felt so lonely GOD THAT WAS DEVASTATING but then bella being so supportive and comforting AGHHHH my girlsss <3333
and then omg the fic after that one??? i was SO surprised that wen forgave vin? and that theyâre trying long distance??? iâm so fucking excited and happy abt that but god iâm sure itâll be hard đ but YAY I KNEW THEY LOVED EACH OTHER TOO MUCH TO GIVE UP LIKE THAT â„ïž
side note, luke being so depressed and struggling so much to adapt to his meds is so sad but so realistic too :,) iâm glad youâre making this a part of the plot!! but my man is def off his meds already lol im interested to see where this goes!! and also i LOVE how well jon and leo are doing <3 despite everything going on, theyâre in their happy era fr <3
and now iâm sorry but the sick vin fic?????????? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, IT WAS EVERYTHING I NEEDED AND MOREâŒïž first off, leo talking to him and being so real but also like calling him out like that??? while still being super supportive??? and the way he described wen was so accurate and so him-coded??? and then AHHHHH iâve ALWAYS loved vin and bellâs friendship, iâve genuinely always thought it was super adorable and i wanted more of them, so this fic was gold đ€ a trope that ALWAYS gets me is when someone is ANGRY at someone they love and ofc being bitchy and sassy until they realise said someone is very much Unwell (itâs especially good if theyâre so sick that theyâre really out of it), and when they realise how sick they are they IMMEDIATELY switch from mad to concerned + caretaker mode!!!! so yeah you can imagine this whole fic had me on my knees đ€ obsessed w how protective of luke bell is, and how protective of vin wen is, but also how both girls just jumped straight into action when he was clearly not feeling good <333 and then vin realising wen was using her dr. voice, and then the pure ANGST at the end when he sobs and they just hug and the âgod iâm gonna fucking miss youâ SOB SOB SOB SOB đđđđ«¶đœđ«¶đœđ«¶đœ
bell sick and luke taking care of her was also AMAZINGGGGđ«¶đœ i always love when my girls get whumped <3333 omg and AHHHH luke and vin finally talking abt shtuffđ„č the ânothing to forgiveâ đ luke knowing heâll get sick AND holding him closer??? GOSH THE BROTP MAN !!!!!
and oh my goodness i just read the most recent fic with the new OC!!!! this is so exciting and cool and i love his vibes ahhhh <3 i love how nonchalant max seems abt shtuff and im so so excited to see where things go!! i hope vin and him become friends but also i feel like thereâs gonna be some tension and weird banter going on between them at least at first hehehe
ANYWAYS
your writing is fucking incredible and whenever i see a new post from your blog it genuinely lights up my day <3 i am completely in love with all your characters and the depth and intricacies behind each of them â„ïž iâm so thankful your blog existsđ«¶đœ also, i saw you were really struggling for a while and i just wanted to check in and see if you were doing better? youâre so loved and talented and appreciated and you deserve all the peace and love and happiness in the world!!! i hope things are going well/better!
i canât wait to read more of what you write! iâm super excited about this new character and about reading more stories abt your lovely OCs <3
YOUâRE AMAZING THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING AND KEEP SLAYING!!!
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Soup found DEAD from love cardiac arrest outside of Miami beach.
đŠŠ!!!!! Honestly I don't even wanna post your comments, I just wanna stare at them for hours đđ
Don't worry about catching up on fics, they'll be here when life slows down!! I know very well how sad it is that we must Adult âą.
I am SO HAPPY you liked the Wendy/Vince developments!! In my head you're like THE Wendy/Vin supporter, so every time I write something with them I'm like "uhmmm wonder what 𩩠is gonna think??"
Caretaker who's pissed and then switches to comfort is also one of my favorite tropes, I looooove the spiciness of guilt thrown in!
Take care babe đđ
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hihi! hope youre doing well! ⥠ive never done one of these ask games before but they seem sups cute so i thought id give it a shot ! đ for scara please !!
im ambivert!! i really enjoy talking to people and love being around them! id describe myself as a rather calm and go with the flow. im a very patient person and like to see the brighter side of things. im a very physically affectionate person and generally just a pretty happy person đ i dont really like confrontation all too much but i will engage in some teasing if i know the other person is okay w it. unfortunately im also the victim of being a HUGE sappy hopeless romantic too đ i really enjoy writing :> music and nature are huge inspirations for me and are a big part of my life ! i also draw quite a lot too, it helps relax me and i love making things. i hope you have a great day and thank you for your time! <3 (apologies if this is too long! ^^;;)
(hello, my apologies for taking so long to get to your request, i hope that you haven't been waiting too long...i got a bit sick and i lost my motivation to write, since i dont feel like i'd be pushing out anything worthwhile for my readers at the time, but here i am <3 hope you enjoy)
biking around the city
its dangerous, he says, and yet, he still goes along with it. you first suggested it as a way to get some fresh air (as if the two of you couldn't receive fresh air from the front porch of your house), and he agreed, only because he knows how much you enjoy taking in the scenery of mother nature. of course he didn't expect for you to ask him to hold hands while doing so. if he had, he'd have refused to accompany you and would probably force you to do something else inside the house that wasn't quite so dangerous. he went along with it anyways, linking his fingers through yours as the two of you biked around the neighborhood for a bit. then scaramouche insisted the two of you head back, because it was getting late and your parents would probably murder him if he kept you out for too long.
he'll play the piano in the middle of the night
even though his mother had previously forced him to learn how to play the piano, he still secretly enjoyed it, despite all the smacks to the hand he received from his instructor. he hadn't played in a while and he felt a little nostalgic one night, so he plopped himself down in front of the grand piano, flipping the cover open and letting his fingers brush against the piano keys. slowly, he dipped into a simple melody he first learned, then ascended into a more complicated tune. all the while, he never looked up from his work, playing and playing until he played the last note. a clap startled him and he jumped up from his seat, whirling around to face you. you didn't tell me you played the piano, you'd say as he came over to wrap his arms around you. that's a one-time thing, he replied. only it wasn't; he started playing more and more every night, and you, upstairs in the bedroom, would listen contentedly under the covers, happy that he continues to play.
introduce him to romance
he legit hasn't had a single romancic occurence in his life (poor boy), and does not understand how you can be so sappy and romantic all of the time. so when you sat him down one night, scaramouche couldn't help but feel a little skeptical about the whole ordeal. romance wasn't his thing, not really, anyways. but you tossed a copy of "to all the boys i've loved before" and left him to "do his thing". a few hours later, you hear sobbing from downstairs and rush to see what's the matter. why are you crying? you asked him, rubbing a hand soothingly over his back. this book is so fucking sad, he'd say, wiping at his runny nose first and then his eyes. honey...it's a romance book...you replied, a little confused. i know. it's so fucking bad.
he'll teach you how to waltz
scaramouche isn't much of a dancer himself, but since there is a formal dance coming up at his school, and he wants to take you as his date, he practiced for weeks on end, ever since the school announced the dance. when he finally felt good about his performances, scaramouche invited you to his living room and placed a hand over your waist, the other gently clasping your hand in his. together the two of you swayed around the room until you collapsed into an exahusted heap, erupting into giggles. what's this for? you inquired, gesturing at his tuxedo and neatly combed hair the next day. what did you think i asked you to dance with me for last night? he shot back, re-adjusting his tie. we're going to the dance. with that, he promptly drags you out of the house to drive to the dance.
listens to your onslaught of playlists
it seems every day you manage to make a new playlist for him to listen to. him? he prefers indie pop and would rather slit his throat than listen to anything other than his chill music. however, since you put time and effort into the playlists, he'll scroll through it and play some of the songs in there. eventually, he'll find his head bobbing along to the songs and will scowl to himself, ripping his headphones off and glaring at his phone. your playlists...aren't as bad as i thought they'd be, scaramouche said the next day. his eyes narrowed just a bit. but we'll be talking more about your music taste in the future.
he'll organize a hike and picnic
since you seem to love nature so much, scaramouche mentally mapped out a plan for taking you out one weekend for a hike, and then a picnic at a pretty area, even going so far to take the scenic route instead of the shorter route. backpack and picnic basket in tow, he'll determindely hike up the hill with you, even though his feet are killing him and he'd much rather be relaxing back at home, watching riverdale. when the two of you finally reached the summit, he keeled over on his hands and knees, gasping and panting heavily. nope, this man is not in shape. want some water? you offer him, holding out a bottle of cold water for him. scaramouche accepted it gratefully and gulped half of it down before swiping at his chin. you're lucky that i decided to go through with this, otherwise we'd be rewatching riverdale again at home, he said pointedly, wiggling his index finger at you while he tried controlling his breathing.
#( ïŸ ïŸïœ°ïŸ)ïŸ leeo writes!#(ïœĄïœ„â)ïŸïŸ leo replies!!#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x you#scaramouche x y/n#scaramouche genshin impact#wanderer genshin impact#the balladeer#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin drabbles#genshin fanfic#genshin#fluff#romance
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How did Luigi get turned? What were the circumstances?
okay so ive been thinking on it more and i think i have something a tiny bit less vague figured out,
this post may get long because i am stupidly prone to rambles so ill put it under a cut~ dnfjkasda
e.gadd noticed the measurement of paranormal energy/activity in a forest nearby one of his labs (he probably has multiple dude would be the kinda guy to go to another country illegally build an underground lab thats absolutely insane and full of unethical experiments leave and never come back) and asked luigi to go check it out, charlotte's (the name of the vamp that turned luigi, people following my main @your-local-uwu-artist likely know of her) house is covered by foliage and for lack of better term she's a hikikomori so she's very low profile, a number of ghosts (such as jim) live and/or often visit charlotte's estate hince why e.gadd's machines would have picked up on the location, E. gadd was completely unaware of this, he did not know that this was a possibility, i mean even if he was aware would NOT put it past the guy to send luigi anyway, but he would have than at least sent luigi prepared.
you know how vampires cant enter somewhere un invited? yeah so the reason why a vampire living alone in a spooky mansion would attack a poor visitor is probably cause said visitor didnt have the same decency the vampire has to at least knock and not just go walkin around someone elses home: because i think the concept that vampires are both monsters that will kill you and extremely polite very comedic
aka: charlotte attacked luigi because "the fuck this guy doing in my house??"
there are sorta multiple ways that one can be turned into a vampire, im still trying to decide what i can make sound scientifically believable so please keep in mind my only knowledge of biology and sciency things is limited to what one can learn from pokemon trivia, which is more than youd expect but like not alot
when vampiric blood is injected into one it can slowly infect the victims own blood via probably multiplying but im still deciding and procrastinating googling even more stupid questions fdsank
so bassically the vampiric blood would have to be able to overpower the victim's blood enough in order for the victim to turn, so while theres multiple factors for that we can try to split that into two main categories
vampires that died while/before turning (so like, when one dies during a vampire attack, most likely from blood loss, so the vampiric blood can take over very quickly and the transformation itself is painless, i mean dieing probably hurts a bit but like, if a turning was intentional and consensual this is probably the method used)
and vampires that lived through the transformation, which is what luigi is
the transformation can vary in painfullness and length depending on how fast it takes for the vampiric blood to take over: theoretically one could even prevent a vampire transformation if they treated it quickly enough, think of it like when your sick and your bodies fighting off an illness but instead of a cold its fucking vampirism and if your starting to show symptoms than its probably too late aknfdkja
in luigis case it likely would have been preventable if he called E.gadd earlier
luigi's transformation took over a week and was very painful, because the amount of vampiric blood injected wasnt alot, and he didnt lose enough blood for it to take over quickly, after transforming luigi slept for at least over a day, which was definitely terrifying for mario sense fun fact: vampires dont really have heartbeats
#shout out to anyone that read all of this frrr thankyuuu#also to anon with the wonderfully phrased ask i am working on a response :33
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ah fuck it, personal vent post for real, probably. Ugh :
its all silly which is majorly why i hate how much im weeping over this
im currently in a depressed session bc a few days ago i broke my fucking screen tablet. lol
i dont even know what to say. i used to only draw on normal pen tablet and i was absolutely fine with it. and years ago i got the screen tablet (Wacom one) which, uhh there were reasons at the time i dont wanna get into lol but the result being i didnt mesh too well with it as first. i only used it when i needed to. otherwise it was just collecting dust
well there was also that huge art block that i ended up just become suck at drawing in general (in my own opinion). anyway
its til last year i picked it up again. cuz even tho i dislike screen tablet for many reasons, it makes drawing lineart a hell lot faster. I ended up using it majorly for my comic and as my artskill slowly grow i started to really see the good sides of the medium
but the thing is since i was really treating it rough. (And also bc Wacom one realy just sucks in quality in terms of screen tablet. It might be the cheapest but Don't get wacom one) it was already kinda dusty and half-broken and scratchy. I was aware it might stop working anytime.
I was aware but i wasnt prepared
and it didnt even just stop working on it's own. It's broken bc i dropped it. lol like a dumbass
During that night when i was like "OOO imona do a gamejam :)" I didnt place it steadily on my desk and when I stood up it fell to the floor
god i feel sick to stomach remembering that
then i tried to distract myself for a day or two i think.
i still have my pen tablet so i tried to use to it... works but it doesnt feel right. expesically when doing character expressions and certain type of lines
i ended up ordered myself a new screen tablet THANK GOODNESS HUION TW HAPPENS TO BE ON HUGE SALE THANK GOD
thing is it arrived tonight and before it did (i wasnt sure when it would arrive) i was so anxious the entire time cuz i even tho it wasnt a huge lot lot of money cuz it was on sale its still quite smth and i was really scared i will not mesh well with it cuz ive never used huion b4...
it was pretty damn alright. and the cable design makes so much more sense. im never going back to wacom again after this lol
but still during these few days i kept thinkning about what a dumbass i am and how i didnt use the full of the tablet and just broke it like that. how im already behind on my intended schedule. and that im literally depressed when i cant draw as i wanted. i feel like dead all days. and the fact i feel dependant on higher end products now when i used to be able to do everything with my tiny pen tablet etc etc. and lol even tho its mostly fine now, the anger the stupid sorrow still are lingering. why am i like this
#hope this end my stupid turmoil#and tbh im still getting to know my new huion kamvas#its good but it was not... not the same#but im sure ill get used to it over time#and fuck THIS TIME im going to treat it like a princess i stg
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so hi, everyone, im garry, i work as a line cook/general cook for places n things
i am pretty even tempered i think, as far as cooks go, could be worse but I've been known to lose it every once in a while. Rarely even.
I tend to work very hard and diligently, or to the best of my ability. I've found enough skill and learned enough to be fairly okay at what I do. I'm not sure if I'd be the best, but I'm working on it.
My timing is better with every new job I take but I'm honestly getting sick and tired of being... Taken for a ride in terms of petty bullshit. If my work is good, and i get caught up I don't find it all that crazy to sit outside of a break. Honestly if they would have stopped it there I would bave gotten over it.
I work back of house, i do not see customers, nor do i ever want to. I generally space out n do work. If i have time I clean more than i need to. I dont think I'll be doing that anymore. I do not think my employer at this point in time deserves half of my best. They are slowly rolling out new policy to ban using headphones and chairs and phones during working hours. Not that managers are even ever in here to check.
This all started rolling out mid march. And they're actually pushing away all the employees that know what they're doing. The kitchens are suffering and the ability to actually complete tasks is lessened while the workload mounts.
I don't want to fuck over my coworkers, so i wont make it unbearable for them. They are also trying to get us uniforms with polos and the like. This would be a bad idea on several fronts, but most pressing is that we all already wear all black, and generally are still overheating, it'll get worse with these new proposed uniforms. Thick and heavy someone is definitely going to die of heat stroke.
anyway. I don't really know what to do about it besides, do my job at the barest minimum. They really won't see me budge on anything substantial unless they want to start signing papers about new policy.
honestly, maybe they should mind their business.
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about the fic rewrite, it depends on how much you want to change, IMO. Is it just rewritting to paraphrase stuff, adding a couple more lines and other minor fixes? Edit the previous chapters and make a new one as an author announcement, so the readers still subscribed can check out the changes. But if you intend to change more meaningful things in the fic like the plot direction or characterizations, I think making a new version is the way to go. Most writers I've seen doing this tend to delete the old one, but its fine to leave it as well. Nowadays in the lady d fandom new fics tend to not get as many kudos and comments as they did last year, unfortunately, but theres definitely still an audience there!
Hey, thanks for your response! I was thinking about making some major changes regarding my first completed fic so an entirely new fic would probably be suitable. I made all of my works private awhile back because I felt really self conscious regarding my writing ability and the fact I couldnât see myself writing anytime in the near future with how sick Iâve been, but things are kind of improving(for now). When I think of my first fic, Iâd describe it as a porn with minimal plot. It was mostly meant to be smut, but I feel it has potential to be something a bit more fleshed out. A lot of the descriptions and dialogue is clunky too. Back then it was like I was trying to get chapters out as quickly as possible even if they were short, barely moving the story forward. Thereâs also issues with tenses changing idk why I seem to struggle with that. Overall it was something I was proud of at the time because I had never written nor published more than a oneshot before, but being a couple years removed from it now Iâm less than impressed.
I also am aware the fandom has been slowly dying out which makes me sad, but fandoms tend to do that if it isnât a supermassive ongoing thing. Even for myself I lost interest while Iâve been struggling. In a way I feel like it would be good for me to write and get myself out there again even if it meant less attention, just to feel like Iâve accomplished something and then itâs out there if people take interest in that. Itâs not like I was ever a big name fic writer to begin with. Im surprised any of my fics got attention.
Iâd also like to resume my 2nd fic thatâs been on pause for over a year now. Iâll be surprised if that gets the attention that it did if and when I update, but itâll be nice to see it through to the end at some point. Tbh Iâm kind of over the whole x reader thing and the au fic I was doing feels so far removed from the source material that I love and prefer.
I think what Iâll do is rewrite my first fic and retitle it(I hate the title, it doesnât suit the story like at all lol) and note that itâs a rewrite, and maybe republish the original with a note that thereâs a rewrite. I think Iâll maybe even remove the x reader aspect and go with an oc which I know will definitely get less attention, but đ€·đ»ââïž Itâll be a good way for me to get back into writing again especially since the bones are already there.
Edit: and should I rewrite the fic in its entirety Iâll publish the entire thing at once to not clog up the Alcina Dimitrescu tag or seem like Iâm trying to stay on top with an old fic. Itâs more for my own peace of mind anyway.
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