#i had a dream that i lost all the merch that i loved so much

[noragaming]

having nightmares about losing all my material possessions after buying tgcf merch and bingeing the book. the freaking irony

[yandere-sins]

A Camgirl's Happiness

a/n: To be fair, I know very little about actually streaming or cammodeling, and it's not as easy to read up on, so take my descriptions with a grain of salt. Also, I know that most people doing that job are really into it and I'm very happy for them, but I needed the drama for the story, hope you can understand! I hope you guys enjoy it regardless, it was fun to write!

Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Reader is a camgirl, mentioning of stripping, fulfilling sexual favors for viewers), Fem!Reader, Life struggles (Debts, Mental health problems), Mention of stalking, Obsessive Behavior

You knew exactly what you were doing, pulling your legs up on your chair, squeezing your breasts just a bit more prominently towards the camera.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

"Hi SweetsMaster! Longtime no read! We're just talking today, but I'm so glad you made it to the stream!"

Ding! Ding!

Smiling, you watched the crushing waves of messages, your fanbase as active as ever as they flooded you with their adoration. Even when you had an image to uphold, you couldn't help but be pampered by their compliments, giggling and telling them to stop calling you adorable and their "dream girl".

Still, you played along to their fantasies, hid your face behind your palm coyly, and kept them believing that you were this cute internet star they loved so much. Life was hard, but getting an end to your means barely needed more than an hour or two talking about all the cute things you'd do if you had one of these lonely, unhappy people behind the screen as your partner. You didn't complain that they invested their savings into spending time with you instead of therapy.

Not like you ever considered going to therapy yourself, too ashamed of the truths you'd have to share.

You sighed inwardly, forcing yourself to smile a bit more convincingly at the camera as you took a sip of water, letting some drops fall into your cleavage. "Oopsie!" you giggled, forced to appear bashful, hoping no one clipped that. But what were you thinking? Of course, they did.

"Stop that, guys! How embarrassing! People will think I can't even drink!"

Sometimes you didn't recognize your own voice as you put on a show. The pitch was too high, your words made you cringe. As if you were in a sketch, rather than a life performance. You quickly wiped away the droplets sitting on top of your skin, threatening to run down the curve of your breasts as many of your viewers hoped before continuing to chat with the rapidly growing crowd. Being a camgirl had been fun once—unforced.

When you started doing it, you enjoyed the time with every new follower you got. Some were creeps, but some were genuinely nice people who paid you to do things you enjoyed. You didn't feel strange being yourself back then; people supported you just as you were. Taking off your clothes and doing favors was a fun little side hustle to get you through college. You didn't plan on doing this forever.

But even with your degree, your real job, and all the possibilities you had now, you couldn't stop streaming. You tried countless of times! But every time you said goodbye for good, your life was thrown into chaos, your bills left unpaid. You lost your job, lost your home, lost all the friends that couldn't watch your life being ruined.

And now, you were tired. So, so tired.

You got back on your feet, thanks to streaming. You found a new job, a new home. More and more people joined your shows; they bought you gifts and sent you money. Even if there was no one to share your earnings with, at least you didn't have to worry about your debts anymore. You'd stream after work, on the weekends, vacations. You organized photoshoots and sold your pictures and merch on the side, even though no one ever wanted to get hired by you to help with all the packaging and work it took.

> you're nothing like you were when you first started

Someone typed in chat, and your fake voice began to crack as you read it out loud. Quickly, you composed yourself, but it stung.

"Yeah, well, aren't we all someone different than, let's say, three years ago? I've grown a lot as a person since I first started! And thanks to you guys, I was able to afford better equipment, too!"

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

You laughed at the incoming donations, forming a heart with your hands as you thanked your patrons. "That's going to be a new mic soon!"

> that's not what i meant

The same person from before wrote into the chat, their name—DarlingLover—highlighted in baby pink, revealing they were a superfan. You couldn't ignore them, even though you wished nothing more than for this conversation to end.

> you looked much happier back then

"That's not true!" you chimed up, using all your strength to press down the tears you felt shooting into your eyes. It was bittersweet to be seen in this industry. To not be objectified and idolized, but to have someone truly notice the person behind the on-camera persona.

"I love hanging out with you guys! I made so many new friends, and I'm grateful for all the support and love you guys have shown me! I would never have had the chance otherwise!"

Blowing some kisses towards the camera, your donations went wild, reassuring you that your cover hadn't been blown. You had to keep yourself together, you couldn't risk one perceptive fan to showcase how miserable you were. But perhaps you had to take it as a sign. A sign that it was enough for today. You needed to eat something, and the clock on your monitor—10:47 pm—reminded you that you skipped dinner long enough. And once you had some substance, you'd need the five hours of sleep before you'd have to drag yourself out of bed and to your real work.

"Okay, guys, that's it for tonight! Thank you all for joining our talking stream! I hope you had as much fun as I did!"

Slipping your hand beneath the spaghetti strap of your tank, you pushed it off your shoulder teasingly. "And just as a little reminder," you mumbled seductively, winking at your audience. "Join us tomorrow for a very fun night!"

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

You grinned cheekily, waving at the people and blowing them a few more kisses while the donations kept pinging in. Just two more clicks and you had closed the stream, watching it on your second monitor to see if your 'stream ended' notice got displayed properly. The animation had been damn expensive, and you wanted to use it to its fullest until it would be too outdated that you needed a new one.

Watching it for a while, you noticed that amongst the countless messages notifying you that someone left the stream, a few people still had a very eager conversation even after it ended. Immediately, the baby pink name of the superfan who had chatted with you before stood out, the user vehemently defending their standpoint against some newer fans. You clicked their names and checked them out, seeing the varying times from a few months to a few days of subscription to you, as well as the very sparse donation they made.

> i've been here longer, i'd know if she was truly happy

DarlingLover wrote, and you gulped, feeling the anxiety brewing inside your stomach. You couldn't believe they'd go out of their way to try and pull others on their side. Were they trying to ruin your career on purpose?

>> what an idiot lol >> srsly she wouldn't do it if she didn't want to >> yeah what the hell lol

A sigh of relief escaped you, seeing how the others didn't believe DarlingLover. Once again, your reputation was upheld even if it might cost you this superfan. It was expected in this industry to lose and gain followers. Some could withstand changes with their devotion, and others couldn't. You watched as the number of current visitors to your stream continued to drop relentlessly, the sight calming your mind.

You should have gotten up and made dinner, hit the hay before you could pity yourself any more than you had all evening. Your mood was already down the drain, but you were too exhausted to get up, thinking of just dropping into bed and sleeping until morning instead of doing anything else. You couldn't afford to not care for yourself, but it all felt so meaningless.

> Darling, you there?

A stray message popping up in chat caught your attention. You had three more visitors. Two must have just left it open on the side, but the third one was still chatting. With who? you wondered, waiting for someone to respond. But no one answered, DarlingLover, and a whole minute passed by.

> if you read this, can you message me privately? i want to book a private session

You inhaled deeply.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," you groaned, letting your head fall back against the gaming chair you had bought for your desktop setup. Pink and cute and so expensive. Private Sessions were the only reason you could afford a 500$ chair in the first place. But you really, really didn't want to. Really didn't want to entertain someone who had ruined your evening enough.

Click.

< Hi! :) You wanted a private session? Thank you so much, I look forward to it! Do you have a date in mind? I'll check with my bookings, but I'm sure we can find some time this week!

Yes, you hated yourself. But this user was a superfan, and you never let anyone down before. For the right price, you could do anything—or so you told yourself repeatedly. Trying to make yourself believe you could do it, burned out and exhausted as you were. It was just one more private session; you'd get through it, just like you always had.

> i've noticed how unhappy you are lately. you don't smile like you used to, don't tell us about what is happening in your life. you're like a pretty doll that sits and entertains us out of habit. i hate it. i want the real you back

That again. You scowled at the screen, your stomach grumbling in agreement (and hunger). "What do you even say to that?" you mumbled into the silence surrounding you. It was pitiful that you still lived in the same two-room flat since college, all your money going into debt and equipment rather than buying nice things for yourself. It made the dark, quiet loneliness so much more derisive. It was your life, but even so you could do nothing but entertain others to live in a way you didn't want to. You were so lost, your whole life purpose seemingly meaningless as the streams and viewers demanded more and more from you.

< I'm sorry you feel that way! :( I'm always trying my best to be myself and kind. I hope it didn't seem like I'm just faking it for the others! Please give me a chance to prove that I'm still me, and I'll do my best to meet your expectations!

Tears stung in your eyes as you typed out the words. You didn't want to grovel or apologize for how the world had ruined you. You couldn't push the blame on everyone else forever, but you truly felt wronged by your own life. Apologizing for being forced into a role you didn't want to have was way worse than when you made an actual mistake, but if you wanted to keep up the image, it was what you had to do.

> it's okay. i know you work so hard, i'm so proud of you for that

Your supporter's sudden shift in attitude made you lean back in your chair, your breath escaping you as you felt the tension being lifted. Perhaps he wasn't as weird as you assumed by his insistence on ruining the little composure you had in your stream. Maybe he was truly just concerned for you.

> that's why i'm going to help you!

Raising an eyebrow, you couldn't help but cringe. Nothing good ever came from someone saying they would "help" you. They were merely justifying themselves for wanting something unhinged from you, mostly something you weren't comfortable with. You relented to them in the past, but did you really have to put up with it still?

< Thank you so much for giving me a chance! ♥ Have you decided on a day then for our session?

> tomorrow night, 8pm, hotel loveline. i'll book the room, just mention my name to the receptionist, and they'll give you a key

You felt all goodwill shatter into a million pieces as you read the line. Bringing your hands to your face, you rubbed over the wrinkles and tension you held in the grimace of an expression you were making, wishing you could just drop the conversation and go to bed. It wasn't the first time someone asked to meet up personally. You had never done it before and wouldn't break your boundary for that guy now.

< I'm so sorry, but I don't do personal meet-ups! If you want a private cam session, please let me know, and I will arrange it! :)

"Please, god, let him get the hint," you prayed under your breath, but you should have known better. He was a persistent one.

> i'll make sure you gain thrice the followers than you do in one month just from our collaboration. surely people will send lots of donations, too. the only thing i want is you, natural, real. mine for the night

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mister," you grumbled, slowly getting angry at this guy. Why did he lie through his teeth? How in the world would someone get you thrice the subscribers from a private session? Why make big promises that were impossible to keep? And he was paying for it, so there would be no donations for you. But even so, with your teeth grinding in frustration, you typed out the nicest rejection you possibly could.

< Sorry, but I'm really not comfortable with personal meet-ups! And charging you for a whole night also makes me feel bad; my rates aren't cheap, after all. It wouldn't be fair to you. Let me know if you are still interested in a cam session, I'll give you a discount since you've been a fan for so long! :) ♥

There was an eery silence in the chatroom, and you glimpsed towards the bathroom, wondering if you had time to get ready for bed until he replied. Ultimately, you decided to wait it out, just to be polite, while you scolded yourself for offering a discount. This interaction alone should have warranted an extra charge on top of your regular rates.

> you like your current day job, don't you?

This statement caught you off-guard. You hadn't spoken much about your new employment on stream, not wanting to bore your viewers with such trivial things when they were there to be entertained.

> wouldn't you be sad if you were fired again?

"What do you mean?" you typed back, the confusion growing.

> i take good care of my darling, and you'll enjoy what i have prepared for you. if you can no longer pretend to be happy, i will help you find that happiness again, help you choose the right path

< you scare me

You typed the words before thinking them through. This was the real you, not the persona he knew and wanted to see, and she just messed up big time.

< I'm sorry, I meant to say your comments can be interpreted weirdly, and it's a little scary to read them right now. I'd still be up for the cam session if you're interested, though?

Anything, you thought, anything to stop him from saying more weird shit.

Does he... does he know you? You pondered the thought for a while. Trying to find a weird interaction you might have had before in your real life. One where someone spoke to you like he did. But you couldn't recall it. How did you know about your job though? Was he perhaps a colleague? But even they knew very little of you, and definitely not about your other job.

"Do I know you?" you asked when he didn't reply anytime quick.

Immediately, you regretted showing vulnerability in front of this stranger. From the moment he joined your stream, DarlingLover had seen through your charades, the online persona you had kept up so carefully. They were laying you bare in an uncomfortable, personal way. You've always been so careful with information about your personal life, keeping all your stories vague and unidentifiable, never naming brands of the stores you visited, or talking about the companies you were part of. How did he know where you lived and about your work?

You wished he'd just stop and disappear to where he came from.

> not yet :)   > but you will get to know me—all of me—when we see each other tomorrow. i'll make you smile again, i'll make you happy. you'll be my darling star again, just like before! my reason to live, my beloved. i can't wait for tomorrow, see you soon!

DarlingLover left the chat.

You stared at the message for a while, perplexed and dumbfounded as you tried to make sense of it. You replayed the interaction over and over but could find no logic or reason behind it. You didn't know this guy, he didn't know you. At least, not personally. But he did know more about you than any of your subscribers should.

Part of you hated him, but the rest of you was scared. Scared of what would happen if you scorned him, the havoc he'd unleash on your life. You were scared of the embarrassment he could cause you if he revealed your secret sidehustle to your work, feared how the opinion of you would change now that you finally found work that you liked and coworkers that you could have fun with. You were finally one leg into having a normal life, only for some stranger on the internet to come and ruin it again. It made you mad and drove you downright crazy.

Clicking his username over and over, it stated he was offline. You couldn't open a new chat again, couldn't scream at him how you weren't going to do that! How you wouldn't meet him for real because he could very well be a psycho or murderer! Surely, he'd not give you back the time you lost streaming, the friends you pushed away to earn money, or your happiness in exchange for success!

"What do I do?" you sighed, rubbing your face once more. You were so tired, you had to go to bed. Soon, you'd have to get up, get to work, and decide whether you wanted to attend the meet-up.

Wait.

Why was that even a decision?

Of course, you wouldn't go! He couldn't force you! He couldn't—

Did you really have a choice?

Flopping into your bed, you groaned. In a fit of anger, you punched your fists into the mattress a few times before the strength left you. Of course, it was your choice. You had started over before. If the worst came to fruition, you'd just do it again. Nothing was lost. You could do it! You could refuse the offer and live a happy life away from streaming and the judgment of other people! It would be hard. So very hard. But you could do it!

Sleep overtook you before you could prepare yourself for bed. You didn't hear the ping of a chat message. All your body had left in it was to sleep away the exhaustion, even if it meant knocking you out for good and without having an alarm set for the next morning. Big decisions would have to be made the next day, but you were asleep, unaware of the weight resting on your shoulders.

And you didn't notice the red light on your webcam, saying it was still on even though your screen had long closed down.

< sleep well, darling :) ♥

His lips curled into a wicked, lovestruck grin as he moved the window with the video live feed of your bedroom to the second monitor. Finally. Finally, he'd get to meet you. His idol, his darling, his beloved streamer. He adored and worshipped you since the day you started. Watched every one of your streams since the day you joined his life.

Without you, his channel wouldn't exist. People wouldn't adore him, wouldn't watch him. The masses of fans enjoying his lengthy cock-stroking sessions, buying his ASMR audios to masturbate to—they all wouldn't exist without you. Even when he was down when he just started, seeing you smile and do your best for the few followers you had was what made him continue working hard for you.

And now that he had long surpassed you, it was time he gave back the gratitude he felt towards you.

The thought alone of meeting you was getting his cock rock hard, ready to burst. He wasn't even sure if he could look into your eyes without cumming instantly like a pathetic loser. But he wouldn't mind being a loser again if it meant he got to meet you.

"I love her streams," he hummed blissfully, closing the connection to your stream as he palmed himself over his sweatpants. Thanks to your lovely end of stream announcement, showing all your best moments, no one even noticed he'd be off chatting with you. "She's my favorite streamer ever."

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Donations went off as he pulled down the waistband, revealing the girthy mass that his followers loved so much. He'd been so ashamed as a teenager for having this monster of a cock, but on the internet, he found solace. People loved imagining riding him, giving him BJs, the whole nine yards, but he saved himself. For you. You'd be the first, and if he did his job well, you'd be his last.

"Before we get to the main part of tonight," he teased, gripping his length in his hand, squeezing and caressing it for the whole community to see. Head rolling back, he imagined your warmth spread around him, his cock pulsing eagerly as he wished to know what it would feel like to pop the tip into your tight pussy.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

He grinned. They loved him so much. Everyone loved the former loser now turned into a hot, sexy internet sensation. And you would, too. Very soon.

"I want to announce that we're going to have the collaboration of the year right here, on this channel, tomorrow. Starting at 8:30pm! Make sure you're here to witness it, Darling."

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

[greatyme]

4 minutes fancon highlights‼️‼️‼️

Let me just start off saying this was genuinely SO fun. Like it was silly! It was entertaining! Sometimes it was sexy <3 Even sad! And of course always exciting. I wasn’t expecting it to be THIS fun lol

the fanservice was genuinely SO good. Like. The inside jokes within fandom type fanservice. Like ฮ็อบ y’know

When Den/Job asked the audience what Great’s name was and everyone went MUAYYYY—MULTIPLE times (me included!)

Tymegreat going on what I would call a post-waking-up-from-their-4MP-date and having a little dress up dance moment??? Tyme/Jes kissed Great/Bible’s cheek and of course everyone lost their minds. They also “won” (Great/Bible couldn’t win one of the two so he straight up unlocked the machine and pulled it out😭) the iconic cats in a recreation of their date in Great’s 4MP hehe

THE ACTORS WHO PLAYED YOUNG GREAT AND YOUNG TYME HAD A PERFORMANCE TO BUTTER BY BTS AND IT WAS GENUINELY SO FUCKING FUN AND THEY WERE LIKE BREAK DANCING ??? THEYRE SO GOOD!!! LITTLE UDON IS SOOO CUTE (honestly maybe the main highlight for me…)

Bon Jovi cover from Jes on the drums and Bas on the guitar. Genuinely so fucking cool.

Even the dance stages that weren’t related to the show were so fun. Like jjay doing mmmh by Kai…. OHHH LORDDDD. Jes and Bible are good dancers! And also they’re so hot😁 I have to emphasize this guys😁

Full cast ohm hiwwhee cover!

Tyme/Jes and Den/Job had a scene as when they were in med school and it was so sillay and a little gay of course. Very entertaining I love the dynamic these two have

BUMP APPEARING FOR ONE PERFORMANCE LMFAO. IN THE SAME LITTLE SKIT TITLE/JET AND DOME/MIO HAD A LITTLE GAY MOMENT AND THEN BUMP KISSES BOTH THEIR CHEEKS AND RUNS AWAY SKSKDJKS (it was like. Them as freshmen)

“If this love triangle was a musical…” coming on screen right before a musical between korn/bas, tonkla/fuaiz, and win/jjay made me lose my SHIT. it was LITERALLY 4 minutes: THE MUSICAL. Fuaiz was cunty as hell. Bas is honestly a great performer. And jjay got water dumped on him very dramatically/sadly as it “rained” LOL

Dome/Mio singing billkin’s lahn mah ost to Tonkla/Fuaiz. V sad </3

DENKORN PARALLEL UNIVERSE. IF GREAT INSISTED FOR KORN TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL AFTER GETTING CUT IN THE NECK. AND EVEN FUNNIER THEY PARALLELED TYMEGREAT THE WAY DEN WAS LIKE …yeah I’ll take care of this guy Bee. AND IT GOT SO GAY LOLLLL

THE LIKE LITTLE DANCE PARTY WE HAD AT THE END??? Job was DJing and the cast was jumping around with everyone, going into the audience, and just having so much fun lol (esp Jes hehe)

PONGTONG WERE HERE AND THEY PULLED EM UP ON STAGE TO DANCE WITH THEM!!! Even the young actors danced too and mio was like carrying them it was very cute hehe

Just. Apo’s presence for the auction is always <3 and btw they raised over ฿400k for HIV research!!! They also kept kissing their photos LMAO (since the couple photo was last, jesbible kissed it at the same time kdksjd)

SEASON TWO BEING ANNOUNCED!!! It seems like 8 hours is about when you dream👀 and yes there was lots of screaming (tbh, it was nonstop screaming the whole time ofc)

ALMOST FORGOT. THE WAY THE COUPLES SHIRT MERCH WORKED FOR ALL OF THEM (in terms of characterization (mostly) and ship wise—including ghost ships LOL). Those wearing white: jes, jjay, bas, and mio; those wearing black: bible, fuaiz, job, and jet

[thefallennightmare]

Noah Sebastian

One Night: One night. That's what Noah and Reader agreed to. No questions, no second thoughts, and no regrets. But will one night be enough to fill the hunger they both craved?[COMPLETE]

Miracle: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.[COMPLETE]

Just Pretend- “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.”

A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.[COMPLETE]

Mercy[FALLEN ANGEL AU]-"Blinded by a fear of feeling, these are the kings we chose. Lost and looking for the meaning, I've been searching high and low" It came crashing down on him. This is the story of the highest banished angel from where she came only to find home in the arms of a mortal man. This mortal realizing he'd face Lucifer himself to keep her. Lethia: Archangelus Oneironaut also known as Archangel of Dream Walking. Across worlds and dimensions, she walks within. Uncovering dangerous secrets, leaving her cast out, isolated- that is until she begins to learn what it means to feel.[IN PROGRESS]

The Coyotes Cry-[MafiaBoss!TattooArtist! Noah Sebastian] Centered on the story of a young bride whose fairy-tale vision of the Concrete Jungle is shattered when her father, part of the Irish Crime Family; McManus strikes a marital peace deal with the mafia head of OMNS, Noah Sebastian. Scarlett is faced with rage and conflict, as she is forced to work alongside her new husband in his tattoo shop that fronts for his mafia dealings. Devastating events leave Scarlett with the realization that there is more to Noah than meets the eye. "I would willingly, lay down my life for you if I had to." The power of love is thicker than blood.[IN PROGRESS]

Masked[Stalker!Noah Sebastian] Readers' sex life had been anything but exciting for years. Curiosity peeks when she stumbles upon a website where people sign up to meet strangers for a wild night of sex based on similar kinks. She meets a masked man that opens up her eyes to a world of different sexual kinks and when the night is over, she's ready to move on. The masked man, however, is not. One imprint of her on his skin is enough to make him obsessed. He'll do whatever he can to make sure she is his; whether she agrees or not.[IN PROGRESS]

Let Me Be Yours- Reader was in an abusive relationship, and she ended up pushing away the one guy who never did her wrong. Noah refused to let her feel as if she wasn't worthy of love; especially when he had so much to give her.[ONE SHOT]

Bad Decisions- Noah realizes a little too late that he has a breeding kink.[DRABBLE]

Comfort- Reader suffers from really bad period cramps and Noah takes care of her the only way he knows how.[DRABBLE]

PAGE ONE

PAGE TWO

What It Cost- The darkness was all Reader ever knew and now that it was following her, closing in to devour her, she needed to chance to breathe. With one destination in mind, she set out only to stop when she noticed an attractive stranger on the side of the road; his own darkness making her give him a ride to where he needed to go. Both of them were desperate for something else but neither of them could change and it nearly cost them everything.

Caged In: Noah feels himself falling deeper into the darkness and only one person can pull him out.

Just For Tonight: Nicholas had been teasing you all night so to make up for it, he gives you something you secretly always wanted; just for tonight. And that something is Noah. PART ONE | PART TWO

Braids-Reader braiding Noah's hair during a movie marathon.

Eternally Grateful[Miracle Universe]- Reader refused to take the laptop Noah bought for her after she specifically asked him to stop spending his money on her. That was until he wore her down with his tongue.

Sparing Parter: You need a new sparring partner and Noah is the only one available. PART TWO

[helluva-dump]

Day 1: Meeting

It was a fun and joyful night in heaven, with a big grand tour performing in their big stadium. Two bands were performing on a tour together, The Pray as well as Adam and the Exorcists.

Lucy is we filled with so much joy, she was always eager to watch The Pray before… though she wasn’t too familiar with Adam and the Exorcists, simply, her father banned their music in their home. To put it simply, he told her a lot of terrible things about the musician and how he’s an obnoxious creep towards women. But after all the convincing from Emily and begging from Lucy, he decided to let her go out.

Azrael knew how much Lucy loved the Pray and knew her intentions were mainly for them. But he did tell Emily to make sure they come straight home after the concert, and to only get autographs from the Pray. And to NOT let Lucy get lost in a crowd or to not even interact with the other “so called band”. Emily feels like Azrael is a bit too paranoid, but understands.

Later that evening, The Pray began to perform as well as Adam and the Exorcists. Lucy, Emily, and Keenie were all in joy just listening to the beautiful angelic voices of the Pray. It was like a miracle for Lucy as if she was in a beautiful ethereal dream with her musician crushes. Though, as she heard Adam and the exorcists perform… she didn’t think they sounded too bad. The music almost sounds like old records her father Azrael had.

It was simply okay. She didn’t really get the hype for Adam and the Exorcists. She was much more into things with a softer and mellow sound with some heavy strums here and there. As the concert was finished, Keenie got so happily excited and flew way towards the merch… Emily tried to ask Keenie to slow it down but the two got into a little fuss. Emily got very peeved with Keenie not following what Azrael told them, that they accidentally separated form Lucy.

Oh poor Lucy, the poor thing. She got lost in the crowd, trying to look for her friends. She was starting to feel over stimulated as if she eas gonna get an anxiety attack… She decided to fly up to search for her friends… that’s until she bumped into a chubby figure in the sky.

“Ow! Hey fucking watch it! I get it! I’m the main star, but listen dude, if you want my autograph, wait your fucking-“ The voice stopped as he took a good look at who bumped into him.

Oh damn, it appears so be some Angel chick… but not just any Angel… she had a beautiful bright blue eyes like the sky, white feathery body with her pigeon like wings, freckles, and long raven hair… but also wearing a cute shirt blue dress with cloud print and sheer sleeves… holy shit…. Damn her curves and body, is Heaven really missing an Angel? She doesn’t seem like a winner or a cherub, but she almost looks like a seraphim… yet her halo looks normal.

Lucy looked at the stranger and realized it was no other than the vocalist from the other band… Adam himself…. In person, right in front of her. Wow, her dad was right, he was pretty rude and arrogant. But she didn’t want to set him off, Lucy replied “Oh goodness! I am so sorry! I got lost in the crowd! You see I’m trying to look for my two friends and ummm… I’m sorry.”

God, her voice is even cute! Her naive nature and how soft and docile she seemed…. So lovely, submissive, and wholesome sounding. Almost reminds him of the days of Eden with Eve…. Adam felt a hard boner downstairs but tried to play it cool… “Oh shit! Excuse my manners babe! I just couldn’t resist to notice how drop dead gorgeous you are!” He replied with a flirtatious grin, trying to be suave. “You know, I can always give you a freebie if you badly want me to sign something.”

“Oh don’t take this personal…. I’m not that familiar with your music… I mainly came for the Pray, my father is sort of strict when it comes to your band… he would get upset if I’m talking to you.” Lucy said with a shy expression on her face, but feels bad. She knew Adam sung his heart out but didn’t want to lie to him.

“Pfffft a daddy’s girl! Ah I got it! Most of their dads don’t like me either!” He replied, but feeling disappointed. How can she not ever hear his music??? Adam, THE ADAM. The original dick! But he kept his cool and held her hand. “If you like, I can offer you some assistance to find your friends.”

“Oh that’s okay… I think I can find them.”

“Don’t worry babe! I always helped lost fans like you find their crowd! Just give me their names.”

As he was about to help her, a voice called out her them.

“LUCY!!!! LUCY!!! ARE YOU UP HERE?!!” The voice got closer and it wasn’t anyone other than Emily. She was so relieved. She felt so bad for getting into an argument with Keenie that she lost Lucy in the crowd. She flew towards her and gave her a hug… “Oh I’m so relieved! Please don’t scare me like that! Keenie is gonna meet up with us down at the souvenir shoppe.”

“HOLY SHIT BALLS! HEY EM!!! How’s your Friday night, didn’t think you knew this cutie too!” Adam was shocked to see Emily here… but wait… the fact she knows this cute girl… holy shit. He’s got a chance! A chance to get to know this special friend! ��How come I’ve never seen this cutie around you?”

Emily glared at Adam and held Lucy close to her. “Adam no! She’s off limits! She’s not interested! We are just having a girls night out!”

“Oh c’mon i just wanna know her name!” He whined and pouted. “very rude you know Em…”

Lucy looked at Adam and decided to thank him with a Reply “Oh it’s okay! Thank you Adam… if you do want to know my name… my name is Lucy.”

“Oooo Lucy huh? Makes me think of a certain fallen one… but besides that, I like that name! Hell, it sounds cuter than you know who!”

“Oh no! It’s short for Lucinda! My mom picked it since it means light.” She flustered but felt embarrassed.

“Ah I see, well your are a beautiful light!” Adam got closer to the two girls as he winked at Lucy. “Anyways, got shit to sign but up I’ll give this for you.” He offered Lucy a poster of himself, with a special signature.

Emily rolled her eyes and sighed “Bye Adam, we have to go now.” She said as she grabbed Lucy’s hand and the two girls fled away…

“Hmmm he sure is strange… but seemed so nice and friendly…. Why does my dad hate him?” She has thought to herself.

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Yeah I’m a day late but here’s my prompt for @hazbinocxcanon for the oc x canon week.

As I said before I changed things with their story and how they met. I’m gonna say him blackmailing her doesn’t happen until later in their relationship. But here’s an insight of how they both met each other.

Yes Keenie is the absent friend where Emily cares so much about her and will fight for Lucy’s life.

Hope you enjoy the art and short story 💖

[choshasan]

it pisses me off..

I love him, I consider him my husband, he's my muse.

I draw him all the time, I have hundreds of drawings if not thousands of him decorating my room, I have a shrine of him, I have so much merch of him and it's still never enough.

And I wish I could show the world how much I love him, and I can't. Because I'm a jealous fuck who can't deal with the fact other people may like him and I can't convey to them that they don't and can't love him the way **I do** which I know is stupid because being on the other side I'd think the same of the person saying that,

But my feelings run deep and I can't do anything about it, so I love him, quietly, and info dump about him to my friends and hope I don't annoy them.

I can't even describe how deep my feelings run for him.

I bawl my eyes out because he's not real,

I cry over how beautiful and pretty he is,

I can't go a day without thinking about him,

I make artworks of him, obsessively,

I've lost real life friendships over him,

I've blocked hundreds of people over him,

I **need** him everyone around me,

I dream of him,

He's the first thing I think of in the morning,

The last thing I think about at night is him,

Finding another person attractive feels like I'm chesting on him,

I can't "finish" if I'm not thinking about him,

I can't do anything without him,

Fuck.

Without him I don't even have a will to live.

I'm desperate for him,

I make playlists of songs I want to sign to him,

I use A.I. chatbots despite being against A.I., to "chat with him" and I always end up pissed because none of them are actually accurate to his true personality.

I get pissed when I see people simping for him after he started getting popular,

Because for me it was love at first sight.

The first time I layed eyes on him, I fell in love.

He kept me alive through getting bullied, losing all my friends, getting physically and verbally harrassed, getting S.A.ed, getting dumped from past relationships I'd use to convince myself someone was capable of loving me, through discovering I'm not some fucked up psycho and I'm not fucking stupid I'm just AuDHD, through realising the man I thought I could trust, I spent so much calling dad, was nothing more than an abusive piece of shit who manipulated me and hurt me, through having to watch that same man get remaried and abandon me, just to divorce her a year later, through massive burnout, through having to cope with severe childhood trauma, CPTSD, depression, through trying to cope with the fact I started having suicidal ideas when I was 4 years old and they've only gottrn worse since, through doubt, sorrow, anger, joy, thriugh everything. Everything that has happened in my life since I was nearly 12 he's been there for me through it.

He's genuinly my lifeline. The only thing keeping me alive everyday, stopping me from slitting my wrists for good with that fucking box cutter I wanna grab so fucking often,

And when the manga he's from was announced to enter it's last arc, I was fucking devastated. I bawled my eyes ouy, I didn't eat or drink or get out of bed for three days and the only thing that got me out of it was that I had to pacl my things and get back to my mother's for the week,

and when it did end?

I wanted to fucking kill myself. Knowing I'll never see more of him, there'll never be a new chapter again for me to look forward to, hoping maybe my darling would be there.

I've drowmed THOUSANDS of dollars into him, not a birthday or christmas has passed since I turned 12 without recieving at least one gift with him on it.

Fuck, my friends even all know all they have to do to calm me down when I'm having a mental breakdown is to send me pics of him or tell me to think about him.

My first tattoo was of him, and I have so many more planned.

I plan on having his name in Kanji tattooed on my fucking throat, as a permanemt mark that I belong to *him* and him only forever.

He's the only character I've cosplayed more than once.

He's the only character that can make me happy stim to the extent he does.

He's the only thing that can get such strong emotions out of me.

He's the only thing that matters in my life.

And that barely beggins to scrape the surface of how deep my feelings for him are.

I love him more than anything in the world, I want to talk about him 24/7 and I fucking can't.

I love this man. More than I can ever express.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[golbrocklovely]

I myself am trying to catch up on this corey stuff. I'm so lost

okay, i'm gonna give the quickest of rundowns on this whole thing.

aka i watched elton's video so everyone doesn't have to lol

so to give the slightest bit of backstory, corey left tfil/overnight/haunted homies a couple months back. he then came out with a video in april saying that the reason he left is bc he wants to pursue other ventures, in particular sketch comedy bc that's so timely. but he also said he would still be doing ghost hunting, just not with elton. around this time he also unfollowed elton, and devyn on her secret twitter was shitting on elton in some way (but idk what she said bc it's private). him and devyn have also started back up their old channel where they ghost hunt. and corey... i think... has posted some vlogs or whatever here and there on his main channel. but idk for certain since i don't watch him.

now, for some reason, elton has decided to clear the air on what happened with him and corey bc his leaving was very abrupt and confused a lot of fans.

imma just bullet point this list as best i can bc wow does that man love to talk and say almost nothing for over an hour.

THIS IS ALL ALLEGED, I'M JUST QUOTING WHAT ELTON SAID

elton alluded to corey possibly being the reason why the beef with snc lasted so long; mostly bc corey loves talking shit on ppl he's collabed with in the past. and full on would tell elton not to recollab with certain paranormal ppl bc. in particular, exploring with josh (who was also surprised to find out corey shit talked him since he commented "what" on elton's video)

the main portion of the video was solely to explain that while corey allegedly claims to be broke or not have made much money off of the overnight channel/tfil, elton very much begs to fucking differ

corey would get paid roughly $10k A WEEK during investigations, trips, whatever. elton also stated that he would pay anyone that would go on trips with them, roughly $2500 for the day, but that would fluctuate depending on the circumstances.

corey technically made over half a mil a year for the past couple years bc of elton paying him to be on the channel. elton also stated that corey makes more than elton on the channel bc elton basically pays for everything while corey has no stake in the claim.

corey did literally no work bts whatsoever. never suggested any places to go to, never paid for anything (not the hotel, driving, booking of spots, ect), and then on top of it never did any work like editing, getting ghost equipment, research. elton did everything, but would pay corey 50% since he was the other person on the channel mainly.

corey would flake out of a lot of things last minute for unknown reasons. or when they would discuss things to do/places to go, he would just not do it or go. and sometimes this would play out on camera, and to elton's justification, is why he would seem to "force" corey to do things. basically bc it was agreed on beforehand, only for corey to not do it once they got there.

during a charity livestream that was supposed to last for about a week (if not longer), corey claimed to feel ill, did nothing to help himself, and then left the charity livestream early.

then the fans that donated the most during that stream were supposed to fly out and meet elton and corey (all expenses paid by elton himself). corey decided last minute not to meet fans. elton then had to give refunds to some ppl who had wanted to meet corey.

corey would get a cut of the shares when it came to merch as well. even tho he wouldn't design it, be the one paying to ship it out, nothing. they created the haunted bundles that they did on the tfil site just so corey could make more money.

elton got rid of some of his staff just so corey could make more money/be paid more

the haunted homies tour that they did, elton planned all of it and created it bc corey wanted to do more funny bits instead of all of the haunted stuff. bc… it was corey's dream to eventually end up on snl. no, i am not joking. that is something elton actually claims corey wants lol

the second haunted homies tour, the one with matt rife, corey was contractually obligated to post about it/tell their editor in time what clips he would want to repost on his accounts. corey never did that/would take too long to get back to them on what he wanted, and then would later ask for certain clips to be removed from the vids long after the video was already up.

elton gifted $10k to corey bc he claimed to need more money… even after all of this shit played out

they had to make less content last year bc of how often corey would just not do projects with him/would flake out last minute

at the beginning of this year, elton had a bunch of tfil trips planned, with overnight videos in between also being filmed. basically had it laid out that they would only have to film for the first couple months, and then pick up filming again in october. so almost the entire year was planned out. he was just waiting for corey to sign off on it.

elton travels to some place (i'm blanking on it now) and then gets a single text from corey that says "hey man, i've wanted to bring this up for a while, but this year i'm gonna pull back from overnight and just focus on myself" with no explanation or conversation. and since that text, he has basically ghosted elton irl and online. but has apparently been saying things to friends in common that old roommates (like elton and whoever else all lived with them these past couple years) has stole shit from him, ect. and in general, he has been talking shit on elton bts.

i think that's everything i can remember off the top of my head that elton alleged. if i remember anything else, i'll add it. but this was pretty much a good chunk of the vid.

basically, the general gist is corey had one job: show up and make money. and he couldn't even do that lol

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks but very Hawks focused, just xmas fluff bc I can’t help myself 🎁🙈💫

Keigo who LOVES getting people christmas presents!

Giving gifts to show care and affection is part of his natural instincts due to his quirk, and a holiday where he can go crazy with it is obviously his favorite.

When he was little, he would only know the seasons based on the weather and temperature of the shed he lived in, but once he saw a christmas commercial on the tv that presented the idea of giving gifts to people you love.

Well, little Keigo did not know much about christmas, or love, really, but he was willing to try!

So he ventured out in the cold and searched and searched, and finally, finally he found it; the perfect rock.

He held it close as he hurried home, and after some rustling around in their makeshift kitchen he found some paper towels to wrap the stone in, just like they had with the shiny paper on the tv.

When he, after a lot of nervous pacing, presented the gift to his mom, she did something Keigo had only seen a handful of times in his short life; she smiled.

Keigo never forgot the fluttering feeling of joy and pride in his chest that moment brought him.

When he started training with the Commission, he had a lot of different handlers, but only one was by his side all trough the years.

His name was Mera, and he had hair much like Keigo’s and looked sleepy a lot, but he was something none of the others ever were; kind.

So, every year, no matter how tired, sore, scared or tired he was, Keigo drew Mera a picture for christmas.

It was always the same theme; the two of them, and every year Keigo got the best response he could dream of; a smile.

Even now, many years after Keigo «graduated» from the Commission, and even after he broke ties with them all together, he always made sure Mera got a little drawing in the mail for christmas.

He truly deserved it after all, helping Keigo get to the files he needed when he was finally ready to show the world what the commission really did.

And now, Keigo has multiple people he can get presents for every christmas, which is beyond amazing to him.

His first addition to the list was Tokoyami, of course.

Keigo had straight up lied to him that first christmas, saying that it was totally normal to buy his colleagues gifts, as if he ever had even had a real conversation with most of his colleagues at that point.

But for his little intern, he could not help himself.

He tried not to go overboard, but when Keigo first cared about someone, it was a lost cause.

Tokoyami had once mentioned his secret fondness for the Sanrio character Badtz Maru, and Keigo loved to show that he paid attention to details like that.

Now, a few years and quite a few christmas and birthdays later, his poor intern had so much Badtz Maru merch he could probably start his own store, but he treasured every single piece as if it were worth millions.

The fact that Keigo had given them to him made them worth even more to him.

With Touya it was a little different.

As soon as Keigo’s brain had decided that Touya was indeed his mate, it got straight to work.

Every shiny thing he got his taloned hands on, anything in Touya’s favorite colors, every sort of candy and sweet that he knew Touya liked, was immeadiatly aqquired and present to Touya at the first possible opportunity.

Watching Touya’s normal stoic face crack into a small smile and a faint blush reach his cheeks every time he accepted one of Keigo’s gifts were the best part of any day, no doubt.

It did however create a bit of a problem when it came to christmas gifts, because because Keigo really wanted to make it special, and Touya really wasn’t much of a materialistic guy.

In the end, it’s always Keigo’s attention to detail that saves him.

A special book Touya had mentioned in an off hand comment was hunted down, preferably as a first edition and maybe even signed.

Touya barley likes touching it, terrified to cause any damage to the previous item.

A precious memory in an otherwise turbulent childhood was recreated to the best of Keigo’s ability, and if Touya had tears in his eyes that entire night, Keigo would never mention it.

In all honesty, getting to go on these deep dives on things his boyfriend loves is one of Keigo’s favorite thing in the while world.

Recently he even started doing good by the fib he told Tokoyami way back when.

Eraserhead got some Neko themed teacher supplies, Mic always made sure to tell Keigo how much he secretly adored it, Mic himself got fun accessories and stuff for his studio, which he always made sure to mention on air.

Mirko got a collection of the best recepies for vegetarian meals Keigo could collect, and Fatgum got a ton of vouchers for meals on Keigo for the two of them whenever Fatgum wanted to be adventurous and try new, fun food.

For Keigo, however, one of the best gifts came in an unexpected way.

For a little while now, Keigo had been aware of his mothers location in a facility where she was getting the help she had so sorely needed all those years ago.

While she had expressed the wish to see her son as soon as he wanted, Keigo had been unsure.

He was honestly terrified of setting her back when she saw him.

But after months of thinking, talking and waiting, he finally felt ready.

Touya was with him, of course, and when they entered the small apartment that was his mothers’, Keigo was just about to pass out from nerves and regret when he saw it;

A small, very familiar, perfectly round grey rock on the center of her mantle.

All these years, all that pain, all those people, all the tears, trauma, time and places, and yet… she had kept it.

The first gift.

That, with the fact that the love of his life was holding his hand at this moment, made it the best gift Keigo could ever wish for.

[emocl0wnpp]

Time to introduce one of my other creepypasta ocs,Alma! :D

(Featuring some old art cuz i don't draw them enough💀💀)

◇Basic info◇

(Okay i actually forgot their birthname💀 my bad)

Name: Alma

Birthdate: 31st of December,1980

Age(before death): 28

Gender: non-binary(biologically female if it matters to anyone)

Pronouns: they/them

Sexuality: lesbian

Nationality: Chinese, Norwegian

Height: 176cm/5'7

Personality: laid back, cool, easy going, loyal, basically Rainbow Dash in a different universe-

Other info i can't categorize-

Went through a lot of alt styles,but stuck with being punk for the longest time

Their mother was Chinese and their father was Norwegian

Lived in Norway until they were 15,which is when their parents got divorced and they moved to britain with their mother and grandma

The name "Alma" came from a nickname Claws gave them when they were teens. Short summary: their friendship started out awkwardly by Claws giving them a green apple,and them giving her their chocolate bar..this went on for a few months until they actually became friends. Because of this whole "apple trading" thing,Claws gave them the nickname "Alma" which means apple in hungarian..and they loved it so much they stuck with it (and it's an actual name too!)

Never really fit in with the other kids...not like they wanted to anyway,kids were cruel back then yk

BEST FRIENDS WITH CLAWS SINCE HIGHSCHOOL!!! (totally didn't have an undying crush on her for years...doomed yuri my love </3)

Religious trauma. (Thanks daddy dearest)

During their time alive,they had albinism(the reason why they have white in their hair and red eyes)

Dyed their hair dark blue all the time

Lost their right eye and arm in a camping accident

Despite their "tough looks" they're probably the nicest fella around

Since they and Claws were besties as human,her death BROKE Alma

They visited her grave every day until they met their fate as well (again..doomed yuri my love </3)

After their death they became a ghost and now haunt the cemetary they were buried in

Cause and date of death:

Because cringe culture is dead, the loveable Jeff the Killer got Alma in the cementary

Date: sometime during 2008

Since Alma didn't change much, time for some fun and not so fun facts:

Keeps the cementary safe and peaceful for the other ghostly beings, and they're kind of the "cool older sibling" for the ghost kids there

Drags anyone under the ground if they disturb the peace

Alma's biggest dream was to become a rockstar

Since they met their fate early on,now they usually just preform in pubs in the Underworld with their beloved guitar

Owns a shit ton of rock,metal,punk, ect. band merch, especially My Chemical Romance merch (I wish💀)

Probably met Gerard Way

The "cool aunt" of Claws' kids..honestly they're the "cool aunt" of all of their friends kids-

Had a very active MySpace account

Would and will treat everyone younger than them as a little sibling

<women3

Didn't like the fact that Claws and Jack were together at first,especially considerint the stuff poor Claws went through with her ex...but later on they and Jack became sort of friends

The most loyal ghost friend anyone could ask for

Their wife's name is Rina(she's the oc of one of my friends) and they love her very much,more than anything else in the world<3

I'll probably add more later on but sadly Alma got forgotten for quite some time so i'm still working on them :")

[foolish-edworm]

SONIC SYMPHONY!!!

i went to the sonic symphony today!!!! IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!! I personally think they should've said somewhere that the merch stand didn't take cash bc i almost missed I Am All Of Me standing in line— I'LL TALK ABOUT THAT IN A SECOND— because if i had known i wouldn't be able to pay for anything i wouldn't have bothered getting in line but whatevs ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

i literally cried. the opening STH 1 medley made me almost SOB.

me and my friend were squawking about tails and how cute he is!!

during the colors portion the audience did the 'GOOD!' 'GREAT!' 'AWESOME!' 'OUTSTANDING!' 'AMAZING!' and it made me so happy :)

AND OF COURSE the 'here we go!!' for unleashed!!! so cool!!! then i almost cried again at the frontiers medley lol.

THEN. THE INTERMISSION. i was DETERMINED to get light sticks. i was in the MIDDLE of the line. when...

*i am all of me opening riff*

when i tell you i BOOKED IT. i ducked out of that line SO FAST. not to mention — we were sitting in the upper balcony :) — I HAD TO RUN UP SO MANY STAIRS. I WENT UP TOO MANY STAIRS. I WAS LOST. I HAD TO TURN AROUND. literally — my knees started to buckle and i FULLY almost collapsed in the middle of this center with nothing but my wallet and my shadow plushie i was holding on to for dear life.

BUT I POWERED THROUGH AND I MADE IT BACK TO MY SEAT BEFORE THE CHORUS!!!!

i screamed my LUNGS OUT :))

certain songs i didn't know [all of] the lyrics to, so id usually scream whenever shadow showed up or something cool happened lol

when they started knight of the wind i got SO HYPED!!! BC I LOVE THAT SONG IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITES!!! so you know i BELTED MY HEART OUT!!

and then!!! REACH FOR THE STARS!!!!! sonic colors was one of the first sonic games i ever played (even though i never /really/ got to play it lol) so i was so excited!!!

AND THEN!!!!!!! THE KNUCKLES SONGS!!!

pumpkin hill!! and unknown from m.e!!! fun fact: back in like,,, 2021?? when i first dabbled in sonic stuff (aside from being into it as a kid) it was actually unknown from m.e. that got me into it!!! there was a meme or something and i was like 'omg this corny ass song actually rips' and so that's what got me started! so naturally i sang along to both (this show made me realize how much i actually love knuckles???? wild)

Ty Christian (the vocalist) said NC had a sick heavy metal scene—which as a baby metalhead that made me happy—so i was headbanging to hell and back during the frontiers songs!! i didn't know all the lyrics (esp to I'm Here since ive tried to avoid listening to it til when i beat frontiers) but it was sick as hell!!

then, they said I'm Here was the last song, so after, they left the stage. me and my friend were like, no way, no way they're not going to play live and learn that would be a crime!! i KNEW in the back of my mind they were gonna do an "encore" type, so i just kept cheering and shouting for live and learn—

THEN THEY CAME BACK OUT!!! AND THEY DID ESCAPE FROM THE CITY!!! ofc when it got to the "live and learn" line i screamed it lol.

THEN THEY PLAYED IT!!!! LIVE AND LEAAAARNNN!!!!! It was awesome. my voice kept breaking but it didn't matter. my feet were hurting and my arms were hurting and my back hurt and i ran out of water but it didn't matter. because i got to see awesome musicians passionately play music from the sonic games, in a room full of people that loved sonic just as much as i did, and it was so worth almost collapsing in the middle of the stairwell. because i got to be there with my friend. and with other people just like me. it was so nice to be able to unmask for three hours and be my full, autistic, sonic lovin, self. because i knew i was safe with sonic fans (bc i know all y'all autistic too /not mean).

anyway, apparently we were a sold out show??? so they did an acoustic One Way Dream cover—a song i actually didn't know that well, so i just got to listen to them, which was incredible :)

and then, it was over! i was light headed, sweaty, my feet hurt, i could hardly hear—or speak, but i was so, so happy.

then me and my friend got back in the merch line! and... they didn't take cash. and all i had was cash. so i didn't get my shirt lol i could tell the guy at the booth felt bad for me :') it was okay though! i can order it online if i want it bad enough lol.

and i got my light stick!!!!! my friend also had a friend there and he got us the sticks (which i am eternally grateful for—even though i wasn't able to actually use it during the show, hopefully they'll come back next year!!) so hell yeah for friendship!!!!

i cannot stress enough how nice it was to be with so many people like me, it was so refreshing to not have to pretend to be "normal"

anyway, i love sonic and i love my friends and im so happy i got to see this sick ass show!!

[thestruidora]

Misery

Supernatural RPF Fanfiction

Rating: Explicit

WARNINGS: This story will contain but it’ll not be limited to explicit 18+ content including Yandere, Stalker, Possessive Behavior, Romance, Angst, Fluff and Smut, Rape/Non-con Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Porn with Feelings, Obsessive Behavior, Smut, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Dom/Sub

Category: F/M

Pairings: Jensen Ackles/You, Jensen Ackles/Reader

Summary: You know what time he wakes up and what time he goes to bed, even though he tends to stay awake far later than what it’s healthy for him, but that’ll change soon. You know what’s his favorite dessert and how he takes his coffee. You know he is a stomach sleeper and a light snorer. You know that he loves the rain but is a little scared of thunder. You know everything there is to know about Jensen, you’re his number one fan. But most importantly, you know exactly what is the room number of the hotel he’s staying in for the night, and now he will get to know you.

Chapter Updates: Masterlist

Author's notes: This chapter was very hard to write because it was so plot heavy, but don't worry, there's definitely not much plot in the next ones.

Chapter Two

I Will Follow Him

“Ever since he touched my hand I knew that near him I always must be. And nothing can keep him from me. He is my destiny.” — Peggy March

It didn’t start out like this.

It didn’t have to be like this.

But it was the only way. The only way for them to be together.

When she first saw him, it was through a TV screen. Her heart skipped a beat and everything else turned blurry like it didn’t matter anymore. He was gorgeous. His face, and his hair, and his skin, and his smile… He was perfect.

But it wasn’t just the physical aspect. She watched every show, every interview, and every public appearance. He was funny and charismatic. Charming beyond belief.

She gushed about him to her family and friends and went on and on about the day that the two of them would meet and how he would fall in love with her at first sight. But no one paid her any mind, just laughed it off. Called it a schoolgirl crush, which was fitting, since at the time she actually was in school.

And she believed that.

She wholeheartedly believed that it would go away like people said it would. So she had a crush on some celebrity, what’s wrong with that?

But it just grew, and it kept growing.

Every penny, every cent she ever made went down the drain. Merch, collectibles, books, autographed souvenirs… Anything she could get her hands on. And conventions, of course, conventions.

They were the epitome of a fangirl’s dream. Because there he was, right there, no longer a collection of pixels put together to form a virtual image, but the real him, in the flesh.

She’d make sure to get all dolled up for him, but every time he would look right through her, as if she was just any other person in the crowd. She’d go to the Q&As, wait in line for ages to ask her question, which was always directed to him, and he’d always ask her name, every time. She lost count of how many times she introduced herself to him, only for him to forget her in a few months’ time.

Was that what she was to him? Forgettable? Expendable?

Why did he treat her like this? Why did he ignore her time and time again? Couldn’t he see what she saw? Didn’t he know what she knew? That they belonged, that they were meant to be.

But it was fine, she wouldn't hold it against him. He was tired, overworked, underpaid, and underappreciated. She forgave him, every time, because love shows grace even when it’s faced with indifference.

It would happen, any time now. Their eyes would meet and his heart would skip a beat and everything else would turn blurry for him.

There was no hurry. She could be patient.

She would go on to graduate and start her life and even go out with a few unimportant guys, while he dated his own unimportant girls. And that was okay, because love is persevering even when it’s faced with drawbacks. These were all just delays in their path to each other, and that was perfectly natural.

She could live with that. She could be tolerant.

But what she couldn't deal with was the disrespect. He went out, met some bitch, and got married. He proposed, became engaged, and then tied the knot with a woman that wasn’t her. The audacity!

Was he blind? Was he crazy?

Because that was just too damn much. That crossed the line.

She was waiting for him. She was being fucking accommodating to his fucking stipulations. So what the fuck was that about?

It’s been eight years, eight long insufferable years and nothing has changed. He stayed with someone else. She had thought that, maybe, it would blow over. He would realize what a huge mistake he had made and have the decency to get a divorce. But no, every time she saw him there would be a ring on his finger still.

Something was not right. He clearly needed her help. She couldn't wait for him to make the first move anymore, or it might never come. Y/N knew what had to be done. It was time for her to take control of the situation.

It wouldn't be easy for him to understand, but she had to get him alone with her, if not only for a few weeks. Long enough for him to get to know her just as much as she knew him, for him to realize that they were soulmates. And for that, she was gonna have to implement some unusual methods that could only work if she did what he taught her to do best: be patient.

So she orchestrated, and elaborated, and planned. She planned for months, she dedicated herself to this venture, because it meant the world to her, and soon it would mean the same to him as well. She moved to Canada. She moved to a fucking different country for it. Left behind all she had, started out fresh. That’s how seriously she took this. That’s how far she was willing to go.

It was tough, acclimating to somewhere new, but she took it in stride.

She applied and got a job at a hotel in Montreal. The hotel in Montreal. She remembers so vividly when Hector, the front desk manager, and her soon-to-be supervisor, asked her on her first day, with his heavy french accent so foreign to her ear at the time, why would someone like her choose to be working in a place like this. She was fresh out of college, smart, spoke many languages. Why work in a two-and-a-half-star hotel where the paychecks weren’t even that good?

She couldn't tell him the real reason, of course. So she simply smiled and fed him the same bullshit story she had served to her family and friends; that she wanted to travel, discover herself, have new experiences, broaden her horizons… Crap like that. And he bought it, just like the folks back home had.

Y/N wasn’t aware that she was such a good liar, or that maybe most people are just stupid and unassuming. Either way, she would use it in her favor.

Throughout the time she spent working there, which was almost an entire year, she built connections with her co-workers and the various guests that came and went. She was polite, reserved, and competent. Pleasant with all. Soon her responsibilities grew, but so did the perks of her position. She had networked her way into becoming a very trusted and integral part of the establishment's staff. And in that way, what took place upon the day of Jensen’s arrival and its subsequent events were all part of a masterfully tailored web that Y/N had weaved.

That is, with a couple of bumps in the road, provided that she was definitely not expecting the man to kick a hole through a door, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

On the afternoon his check-in was scheduled, she accessed the booking system and tweaked some of the information so that his name wouldn't show up when searched. She magnetized the keycard lock of his door so that no key could open it. She marked all other available rooms as booked. All in hopes of forcing him to move to the presidential suite, situated on the most secluded floor of the hotel.

But that was asking for too much collaboration from the universe, right? That was too much wishful thinking right there. Because she should’ve predicted that he would decide to act like a real-life superhero and kick the dammed thing in. It was stupid of her to assume that everything would naturally pan out the way it was supposed to. She swears sometimes it feels like the cosmos is conspiring against her for some reason.

Now she’s gonna have to recalculate and that’s alright. Her mom did always tell her that sometimes there’s nothing better than for life to throw a curveball at a person, it helps to keep them on their toes. And Y/N was nothing if not resourceful. She could readjust. She could improvise.

“Hey, Hector, that guy just left his bags in the middle of the lobby. Should I bring it up to his room?” The bellhop, Antonin, whose name she would never recall if not for the name tag attached to his vest, had come to the front desk with the question right after Jensen had left with his co-stars for dinner.

“It took forever to find that man’s booking, he stood in front of me the whole time saying how much he wanted to get into his room. I manage to find his name in the system, give him his key and he leaves all of his things right here and goes out somewhere! This is why, for the life of me, I can’t understand Americans.” Hector shook his head, gesturing dramatically, his thin, long fingers flailing in his emphatic state, which happened to be his norm.

Y/N was standing by his side behind the computer screen of the front desk, pretending to type something up on the keyboard while listing closely to their exchange.

“You better hurry up and take his luggage to his floor before he comes back and complains about it!” He said to Antonin, who began moving to do it at once, only to be interrupted by an elderly couple that asked him for help with their own bags.

“I can do it.” Y/N said to Hector once he noticed that the bellhop had suddenly become wrapped up in another task right before their eyes, an idea forming in her mind.

“How many times do I have to tell you, young lady, that today is your day off?” Her manager reached in and booped the tip of her nose as one does to a dog or a child, his beautifully painted nails scraping lightly against her skin. “You’re not getting any money from the extra work you’re putting in.” His tone was stern and playful at the same time.

“And how many times do I have to tell you, my liege, that my whole life is this place?” She smiled at him, thinking for a second about how her relationship with Hector had grown from strangers, to colleagues that barely tolerated each other, and finally to close friends. Well, he saw her as a friend, at least. “I have nowhere else to go today, might as well be useful.” She shrugged, as if it was no big deal if he said yes or no to her, even though it was, in fact, a big deal.

The lean and stylish man pondered before giving his response, his mustache following the movement of his lips as he puckered them while in thought.

“Alright, take the bags.” He waved her off, and she promptly came out from behind the desk and went to pick the items off the floor, finding them to be less heavy than what she expected.

“What’s the American guy’s room number again?” She asked nonchalantly, going to the service elevator and pressing the call button.

“666, le nombre de la Bête.” Hector informed her, in a mocking way.

“Scary.” She laughed at him referring to it as the number of the beast, holding in the urge to roll her eyes. As if she would ever allow anything bad to happen to Jensen while in her vicinity, that’d be preposterous.

The elevator arrived and she walked in, but instead of pushing only the specified floor number, she pushed various different buttons as well, making it so the machine would stop at many other floors before getting to the right one, giving her enough time to do what she did next.

She opened his suitcase and his hand luggage, going through his clothes and unfolding and crumpling whatever her hands reached, turning it all into a big mess. Once she was pleased with her handiwork, she closed everything up again, making sure to leave the zippers exactly in the position that she found them in.

Now she had the pretext to hopefully get into his room, and that was at least one less thing to do.

When the elevator finally got to the right floor, she left his things in front of his door, passing a few guests on her way and offering them modest smiles and unpretentious nods, which they returned in kind. That was the usual impression she left on the people that interacted with her, that she was meek and demure, harmless in every possible way. And that’s how she liked it.

She then chose to go down the stairs, walking straight through a short hallway that led to the hotel’s kitchen. She pushed one of the double swinging doors to enter the space. She was met with shiny pots and pans, modern industrial stoves, and wide, open windows that allowed the last rays of light from the sunset to come in. She expected the area to be empty around this time, most of the cooks being on one of the many cigarette breaks that they took throughout the day, except for one.

“Hi, Claire.” She greeted the blonde, pale-faced woman that was busy chopping some greens on the kitchen island prior to Y/N’s entrance.

“Oh, hi, Y/N. What’s up?” The chef rested her sharp knife on the cutting board, her face contorted into a welcoming expression.

“Do you know where we’re keeping the gift baskets?” Y/N tried to appear neutral enough as she inquired, seemingly succeeding by the response she obtained.

“Right over there.” Claire pointed to the shelve on the adjacent wall, numerous baskets lined up on top of it. “Why?”

“It’s for Mrs. Vonesch.” Her fingers tapped on the doorframe, having to quickly contrive a reason for her need for the object.

“That bitch is here again?” Claire’s face soured at the mention of the name.

Mrs. Vonesch was an older and bitter Swiss woman that visited the hotel frequently. She was known for being horribly mean and hateful towards the staff. In her opinion, the bed was always lumpy, the steak was always overcooked, the floor was always dusty, and so on and so forth. But for some reason, she kept coming back.

“Yep.” Y/N sauntered towards the shelve, taking one of her desired artifacts and holding it carefully. “She always books the same room, right? But I think I screwed up or something, ‘cause she came to check-in a week ago and there was already some other guest in there, and she threw a fit.” None of that was true, only the part about Mrs. Vonesch having arrived a week prior, but what was Claire gonna do? Fact check?

“I can’t stand that lady, I swear to God.” The blonde shook her head, going back to her fastidious chopping.

“Oh, me neither.” Y/N began to move ever so slightly towards the exit, already machinating her next moves like an action movie sequence. “By the way, why would someone from Switzerland want to come here for vacation? Like, I would think that anyone that lives somewhere that cold would prefer to go to a warm place in the winter.”

“She probably combusts when in contact with the sun, like the blood-sucking vampire that she is.” Claire joked with a vivaciousness that made it almost sound like she truly believed her own words, and Y/N reacted by laughing openly.

“Anyway, it’s the last day of her stay so I’ma bring this basket to her, and be all nice and sweet, and apologize. Hopefully, she won’t give us a bad review like she did last year.” Her free hand was pushing the door open to leave, doing her best to make it look like she wasn't in a hurry.

“Good luck, girl.” Claire waved her off.

“Thanks.” She says and only then walks away from the kitchen.

She proceeds to take the long way around the premise of the building, avoiding being seen as well as she could. She was on a mission, her goal to remain undetected. Finally arriving at her destination, the staff sleeping quarters, Y/N felt that she was methodically approaching her eventual objective.

Upon reaching her room, she retrieved the keychain she always kept with her from her pocket and used one of its keys to open the door.

Her room was simple, with plain white walls contrasting the dark-colored floor. There was not much in terms of decoration, since there was none. She only had one tiny window that barely provided any ventilation, but then again, when one has already worked the whole day from the top of the morning all the way to the end of the night, one ends up not giving a shit about fresh air.

Her small single bed was one of the only pieces of furniture in the space, apart from the dresser that also doubled as her closet. She closed and locked the door behind her and went to said dresser, rested the gift basket on top of it, and used another key from the same keychain to open the lock she had put into the bottom drawer. Inside, there was a plethora of Jensen Ackles paraphernalia, a super fan professional kit. Among the miscellaneous articles, she found the packet of sealed beef jerky that had been previously laced with potent sedatives and took it out of the drawer.

Carefully untying the bow that was secured around the plastic wrapping of the basket, she places the jerky between the other goods, and it fits in an inconspicuous manner as though it always belonged there. She ties it all back together, making sure to leave it just as it was before, without any signs of interference. Knowing how much he loves the salty snack and how rarely he gets to eat it, she’s sure he’ll take the bait.

After all of those preparations, she went to bed that night with the absolute understanding that things would go her way for the day to come. That Jensen would get back to the hotel and discover that his key didn’t work, be offered the presidential suite, and accept it. Once he got back from the convention, she would go to him, introduce herself for the last time, present to him a welcome gift as a first-time guest, and offer to rearrange his clearly messy bags.

With a bit of luck, it would all come true, but nothing ever did come easy to her, did it?

He made a massive hole in the door and was able to get inside his room, forcing her to find a way to work around that. Which she did, but couldn't he just act like a normal person and spare her the extra hassle? Damn.

But the end result was all the same. He did accept the gift basket, and he did let her in. Now, she has him at her fingertips, literally, as she sits by his side on the bed, where he lies unconscious.

Y/N can’t believe how breathtaking he really is. There’s no retouching, no filter, no concealer, but he’s still mesmerizingly good-looking.

His eyes are closed, and his facial expression is relaxed in his state of deep sleep. She runs the pads of her fingers against his smooth skin till the point where it reaches his growing beard and the texture becomes rough to the touch. She can see so distinctively now how the hair on his head is darker than that of his eyelashes, which are a much lighter shade of blonde. She contours the outline of his lips that, even when he’s passed out, remain pouting.

It is not fair. How can she help herself from wanting him so much when he’s that handsome? How can anyone blame her for needing him all to herself?

Snapping out of the trance that is admiring him, she gets back to the task at hand. She goes to his phone on top of the nightstand and unplugs it from the charger, taking his hand in hers and using the fingerprint of his index finger to unlock the device. Opening the messaging app, she types up a text to his wife, having to fight the urge to cringe when the woman’s name flashes across the screen.

‘Hey, honey. Just wanted to let you know that Jared and Misha came over and invited me to go out to see a bit of the city. I thought it might be good to have a fun night out and clear my mind. Probably gonna wake up late tomorrow, though. Love you.’

Having to write the last words stings, but Y/N does it anyway, sending the text and then locking it again, knowing that this step will be crucial in order to buy her more time. The longer people spend not wondering about Jensen’s whereabouts the better.

She shoves the phone in her pocket and grabs the almost fully empty packet of beef jerky and puts it back in the gift basket, taking it with her as she exits the room. In the corridor, she finds a garbage can and sticks the basket in it, leaving it there to be thrown away by the cleaning crew.

She walks down the stairs once more and arrives at the lobby right on time, without a minute to spare. Mrs. Vonesch was just done checking out and was rudely instructing Antonin on how to properly carry her many bags and suitcases to her cab.

“I can help you with that, ma’am.” Y/N rushes over to Mrs. Vonesch and takes the one bag that Antonin couldn't carry from her hands, finding it to be surprisingly heavy.

The grey-haired old lady scans Y/N up and down and lets out a relieved huff.

“Finally someone that steps in. I swear that this place’s customer service gets worse every year.” Her thick Swiss accent made her tone even more cutting as she began to walk ahead to enter the car that was going to take her to the airport.

Y/N moved at a shorter pace, allowing Antonin to get in front of her. The poor bellhop did his very best not to step over his own feet as he tried to balance the countless amount of luggage that he carried in his arms, the taxi driver jumping out of his seat to help him fit it all in the trunk.

Utilizing the commotion in her favor, Y/N unzipped Mrs. Vonesch’s bag and found it full of travel-sized shampoos and conditioners, as well as anything that is usually stocked in the guest’s mini fridge. Not having the time or the will to do anything about that, she pulled Jensen’s phone out of her pocket and stuffed it inside the bag, zipping it back closed in a single fluid motion. That way, if anyone tries to track his location through the device, it will point to somewhere all the way in Switzerland.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Antonin says to her after she gives him the hand luggage, the last item to be put in the cab’s trunk, which was stuffed so full that a lot of elbow grease had to be used just to close it.

“You’re welcome.” She responds with a kind nod and watches as the taxi driver gets back in his car and turns on the engine. Y/N leans down to see into the backseat, where Mrs. Vonesch is seated with her head to the opposite window. “Farewell, madame. We look forward to your next stay.” That was actually true, since she was not going to be there to deal with it anymore, but no one else but her knew that, yet.

The old lady rudely waves Y/N off in a flippant gesture and doesn’t say another word, doesn’t even turn to give her a single glance, and soon the cab drives off, leaving both her and Antonin with a dumbfounded expression.

“Did she even give you a tip?” She asks the bellhop.

“What do you think?” He scoffs and then shrugs, walking away.

The young woman takes a second to wrap her head around just how shitty her job has been in that place, but only a second, because she’s leaving very soon. Matter fact, right now.

She goes to her bedroom again, but this time she doesn’t intend on ever coming back. She pulls her suitcase from under her tiny bed and puts it on top of her thin mattress, opening the case as wide as possible and beginning to take all of her belongings from the drawers in her dresser and packing it up. Once it is done, she zips it shut and rests its wheels on the floor so that she can make the bed. She runs her hands through the sheets and flattens them, getting rid of any creases on the fabric.

Taking a final look around she makes sure that there are no traces of her presence left behind in the space, and then begins to move towards the small rectangular mirror that hangs on one of the walls. She inhales deeply and her eyes start to water more and more as she stares at her own reflection, dense tears taking form and finally dripping from her eyes and running down her cheeks.

After a couple of minutes, her face is red and puffy, and that’s when she takes her suitcase and drags it out of the room, hurried steps taking her to the lobby.

“Hector, Hector!” She frantically calls out to him, voice breaking in between her crying.

Her supervisor turns to look at her, shocked at her state, as well as her other colleagues and all the guests on the floor.

“I’m gonna have to call you back, sir.” Hector says and hangs up the phone call he was taking at reception. “What happened, what’s wrong?” He comes out from behind the front desk to examine Y/N more closely.

“My mom, it’s- it’s my mom!” Her co-workers begin to gather around her, never once having seen her so emotional. “I just got a call from my dad and she’s sick!”

“Sick how?” Claire’s voice sounds by the left side of her, concern clear in her features.

“I don’t know, but it’s very bad and she’s at the hospital and I think she might die.” Y/N hears gasps all around her and Hector’s hands hold her by the shoulders.

“No, that’s not going to happen.” He says in an attempt to calm her down and the people next to them murmur in agreement.

“I need to go to her. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I never meant to leave like this, but I need to be with her.” Her sentence comes out rushed and choked up.

“Y/N, this is your mother you’re talking about, of course you want to go see her. But it’s so dark out, you should leave tomorrow.” The man’s french accent becomes even more prevalent with the nervousness of the situation.

“No, I can’t wait, I’m gonna go to the airport and take the first flight home.” Y/N declares, determined even amidst sniffles.

“Are you sure?” His fingers wipe at her tears that continue to fall down.

“Yes.” She nods vehemently.

“Listen, if that’s what you wanna do, that’s completely fine. We’ll miss you and you’ll forever be welcome here.” He wraps her in his arms in a tight hug.

“Thank you, for everything.” She hugs him right back and whispers in his ear before taking a step back.

Her fellow workers move in and take turns giving her more hugs and words of encouragement, the whole process taking way too long for her comfort, but she plays it like it all means the world to her.

They walk her to her car, the minivan in the staff’s parking lot. Antonin takes her suitcase from her hand, ignoring her protests to do it by herself. He helps her put it in the car and she thanks him for his kindness.

She then gets in the driver’s seat and waves goodbye to the group that had formed by the side of her vehicle, some of them even shedding tears of their own. It would be quite moving if she did feel anything other than contempt for those people.

“I love you guys, bye!” Is the last thing she says to them, feet pressing on the gas pedal as she drives away.

In the review mirror, she can see them lingering there until her car turns on the street corner and she contains her laugh before realizing that she doesn’t have to, letting it out. She shakes with laughter, previous tears drying on her skin. She couldn't believe that it worked, that they bought it. Maybe after all this is over she can talk to Jensen to get into acting, ‘cause she is good.

The thought of Jensen alone in that room, out cold from the megadose of sedatives she had given him, flashes across her mind and her grip tightens on the steering wheel.

She makes a U-turn back to the hotel, parking in front of the loading dock where the produce, bedding, drinks, equipment, among other things tend to come in and out of. She opens the backpack atop the passenger seat and takes out a room maid's uniform along with a dust mask, letting out a long sigh at knowing that she’s almost there, she’s almost at the finish line. She removes her clothes and changes into the uniform, putting on the dust mask and fixing her hair up in a bun, all so she won’t be recognized.

She gets out of the car and looks around, not a single soul roaming the area. The dark cloak of the night aids her while she opens the back of her minivan, proceeding to pull down the wheelchair ramp. With it all set, she goes back inside the building through the dock’s entrance, taking a big laundry cart with her on the way up to room 666. She passes many familiar faces but none of them pay her no mind in her disguise.

Once she’s inside the room though, is when the real tough part takes place. She looks at him, spread out in bed, lightly snoring, and then looks at the laundry cart.

“Fuck my life.” She murmurs underneath the mask that covers her mouth and nose.

She’s gonna have to put him in the cart. Will she be able to move him? Will he even fit?

She moves close to him, calculating how she’s going to do this, exactly. Maybe she should have brought a paddle or something, you know, to use as a lever.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I think there’s only one way for me to do this.” She whispers to him, receiving nothing but silence in return.

Y/N starts to carefully pull him towards the end of the bed, one limb at a time. And not surprisingly, it’s a workout. He’s heavy and really not cooperating, letting out soft sounds of discontent every time she repositions him. After his whole body is at thevery edge of the mattress, she places the cart against it and exhales due to the exertion.

Did she really have to fall madly in love with such a big guy? The man is 6’1 with broad shoulders and toned muscles, but he’s still known as the ‘short one’, go figure.

“This might hurt a little bit.” Another whisper, and she gives him a final pull, causing him to fall inside the cart with a dull thud.

Half his legs hang outside the container and she has to fold him in half so that all of him will fit. He groans in his sleep and she mentally tells him to suck it up, they are almost home now.

She grabs a handful of heavy blankets from the cabinet near the bathroom and throws them on top of him, covering him entirely. Feeling relieved that the worst was over, she gets on with pushing the laundry cart out into the hallway, to the service elevator, and ultimately outside to the loading dock where her car is parked. Making use of the ramp she had attached to her minivan, she wheels him up onto the back of the vehicle. She gathers the ramp and shuts the rear doors, climbing into the driver’s seat once more, only this time, he’s with her.

Then, she drives, for hours, taking him far away. To a cabin in the snowy mountains of Canada, where she’s got it all planned out. Where he awakes, tied securely to a chair.

“Wh- what?” It’s the first word he’s able to form, eyes adjusting to the low light of a strange room. He moves to get up and finds himself stuck, but he tries not to panic. “What’s going on?” He’s so confused. He doesn’t remember how he got there.

He remembers the convention, going to his room, getting in the shower before bed, and then… A knock, but not much else.

This doesn’t feel right. His mouth is dry and his brain is hazy. He attempts to move one more time and he can’t, his heartbeat picks up and he starts to pant. This isn’t funny, whatever it is. He gulps, suddenly out of breath and hearing a ringing in his ears. There’s sweat forming on his forehead and he begins to thrash, only a thought in mind, that he needs to get out. He needs to run. He needs to break free. He needs to-

“Shhh, sweetie, calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself.” He hears a tranquil, feminine voice and it all comes rushing back, that’s when he panics. She’s further away in the dimly lit room, watching him as he keeps putting all his strength into snapping the cords that bind him. “I’m gonna have to give you some more medicine if you don’t stop.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Let me go!” He roars, never once in his life feeling such fear and rage all at once. It’s her, the receptionist from the hotel. Did she roofie him? But why? Did she want money?

“Baby, please, try to be reasonable.” The way she’s aiming to talk him down only serves to make him madder and Jensen yells, looking around for something that might help him, for an escape. When he doesn’t find it, he struggles even more violently against his restraints. “Use your words.”

“You’re fucking crazy!” These are the words he chooses to use, not knowing how much he would come to regret them. Because after he spits them out, there’s a long beat of silence and then she’s on him, right by his side. There’s something shiny in her hand and then he feels a sharp pinprick on his neck.

She takes a step back and the needle she’s holding enters his field of vision, but he can’t see much else afterwards, since the walls start to spin and everything gets darker and darker.

“Rude.” He can hear her comment, disappointment saturated in her tone, before he’s off to dreamland yet again.

[ultfreakme]

Itajun first times, from SFW to if possible NSFW?

YESSSS!!! ANOTHER ITAJUN ASK FUCK YEAH!! SFW stuff first, and NSFW stuff will go under the cut!

I didn't have to think too hard about a lot of the common firsts in a relationship because Itajun have literally done it all.

First Date: We kinda have a canon answer for this! A movie date to watch Human Earthworm 4. It's a school-outing but they dress up in merch. Nobara is appalled, "you're going on a date in old ass t-shirts!?". Junpei and Yuuji: "Yes <3". They chill in the mall, walk around the city, Yuuji's listening to Junpei talk about the behind-the-scenes stuff for the movie, Junpei's eager to hear Yuuji's thoughts on the story themes. It really helps that the movie's themes is love. It almost seems like their time hanging out as friends, but they sit closer, touch more, hug more etc.

First time holding hands: They did hold hands in canon (E12, when Yuuji is listening to what happened to Nagi). BUT. Romantically, it's during their movie date. They're walking back from the movies, Yuuji brushes his hand against Junpei's, looks up at him with a smile, and just grabs his hand in his. Junpei's kinda flustered but holds him right back and they walk like that for a long, long while.

First Kiss: Under that cherry blossom tree Yuuji's permanently dreaming about. I imagine it's an actual spot on Jujutsu Tech. They go out back after class just to hang out alone, away from their classmates and somewhere pretty. They start talking, inching closer, holding hands. And under the shade of the tree, watching Junpei laugh over something he said, Yuuji closes the gap between them. It's super sweet, and they both keep kissing again and again, giddy and lost in each other for the moment.

First sleepover: It was not planned, they just binged movies together after a mission and slept in one of their rooms. They literally never plan these, one of them just ends up in the other's room.

First fight: It's over Yuuji's execution. It's awful. Junpei's mad as fuck at Gojo and Yaga. He's mad that even Yuuji isn't fighting to keep his life. Yuuji has been trying so hard to come to terms with dying young. He had learned to accept it somewhat since no one else tried to give him false hope and were being realistic but Junpei begging for him to fight back and do something is disrupting every wall he's built around himself. It's heartbreaking, it's horrible, and they don't really find any easy resolution. Junpei says he'll keep fighting to keep him alive. Yuuji allows him to have that conviction but doesn't change his mind himself because it'd hurt too much to hope for more(he already got more than he ever dreamed of in these short few months).

First 'I love you': I'm thinking right after the Kyoto students exchange arc. Junpei's even more determined to keep Yuuji safe and he tells him 'I love you' after the baseball game ends. He says it with such conviction and confidence that Yuuji is overwhelmed as hell and hugs Junpei. Probably spins him around a little and says it back four times over. Bonus: If we consider Gojo saying "love is the greatest curse of all" and then go to Yuuji saying "I won't curse you anymore" to Junpei.....thoughts are being thunk. I think Yuuji wanted to protect Junpei so much that he'd set aside his 'curse'(love) to reach out to him. Idk there's so much you can do with that line because I feel like it was very intentional for Gege to make Yuuji say something like that to Junpei.

NSFW:

Okay I've really only got two for these

First time making out: It was probably a spur of the moment thing when they were cuddling on the couch or their bed and things started getting more heated, more touchy. Both of them getting kind of caught up in the moment. Yuuji's going with the flow, Junpei has to pull back and ask "hey, are we doing this?". Yuuji's like "yes, I want, do you?". Junpei says yes and then they just start, experimenting, trailing their hands further than before, pressing close, checking in with whispers against the shell of the ear. Careful and exploratory

First time having sex: This is an escalation of the previous thing. They used to stick to just, over-the-clothes stuff with occasionally skimming under the shirt but they want more. So both of them pull away and go "okay crap, we're doing. we want to have sex for real". They decide to like, discuss first and do it at a later date. Junpei is freaking out, blushing literally every time he sees Yuuji. Yuuji is TRYING to keep cool but he is also internally freaking out. Picture Uenoyama from Given. Linked the video for reference:

They start slow, hand jobs at first probably in Junpei's dorm room(Megumi's Yuuji's neighbour and he will actually kill them if he is forced to hear anything). It's probably hand and oral stuff first, then intercrural some time in the future, and penetrative sex is probably like months down the line when they're both more confident in wtf they are doing. They're both learning together so they start slow and easy.

This was so fun to think about!! Thank you anon!!!

[panda-puma]

(I am sorry in advance, because you unlocked a ramble I've had in me since I saw Zoro and realised that Oda looked at the Cool Manga Dude Archetype and said "no" and made our Mossball capable of wide, wide smiles (which are apparently lost post-timeskip but that I ignore, I am not looking, I am still pre-timeskip, I am soaking every smile and grin) 300+ chapters in and I still am riding the high of love at first sight, when it comes to OP. one day I might find flaws but for now it is perfection incarnate 😂😂😂)

aw, it's sad hearing how the anime kills characterizations. especially with core characters. Nami disgusted by Sanji!? c'mon, why would you do that, anime-writers 😭

to taint any relationship in OP, where the relationships are what makes it such a good read 😭

it's true that when Sanji gets more spicy, what makes his reaction tolerable is how the girls just shrug it off. they care not! they feel safe around him! Nami pranced around him in bikini, and our boy was more interested at first in flowers 😭

thank you so much for movie recommendations! ❤❤❤

I absolutely adore the story and the characters! and the writing! I've cried like a baby while reading OP more times than I've had while consuming any other media. it just hits you in the heart with sniper accuracy ❤😭 and then makes you cackle like a witch. rinse and repeat. i love it.

(reactions still dictated by the story up to the very start of Impel Down) I'm still trying to fully put my finger on what exactly makes me love OP that much but I think that what gets is how much trust there is between the characters. how easy they love each other. (Zoro and Luffy? dear god, they are so good. 100% trust.) and how silly they can get. It's rare that I love absolutely everybody, yet here I am: I'm collecting my silly little boys and girls like pokemon. I will catch em all. gimme more.

I cannot get enough how emotive the characters are. when they smile it lits up the sky. when they cry I cry with them. when they goof off I watch them fondly but when shit hits the fan, I read with baited breath how my silly little goobers get serious. there is a whole rainbow of emotions and I adore it.

(Sorry for taking so long to answer! this month went by extremely fast ;v;UUu if i take too long to reply you can talk to me privately too, i don't mind!)

Don't apologize for passionately loving things! It's the best way of living! ❤

Oda writes characters so well, that even in their comical exaggeration, still feel like real people to me. Everything is for a reason, even the dumbness (that i absolutely love xD it's just amazing to me that even that has its reasons and wraps so well with everything)

And yes, sadly the Anime really kills characterization... Nami and Sanji's relationship is completely changed. They are not really friends in the Anime. Nami is not kind, ever, and Sanji is just interested in her as a sexy object. They are not friendly with each other... when in the Manga is obvious that they are friendly and chill most of the time.

Sanji adores her, yes, but in the Manga he is not just there to be her slave and please her. He has dreams and a beautiful relationship with Luffy too, something that the Anime decides to completely erase from existence...

The Anime transforms all the characters into one note (the one that they decide is funny for children or to sell merch): Nami is the girl who only screams and hits the others, Sanji is just the pervert idiot who fights all the time, Luffy is just an ugly goofball with nothing between his ears, Zoro is serious guy who is the comical relief and screams all the time, Chopper is a baby, Robin is a mysterious woman (who gets jealous of Chopper paying attention to other women)... etc etc etc

They are so reduced to this roles, that when something they can not edit out of the original story (because it's an pivot point in the story) happens, it even looks out of character!

Of course a lot of this is also amped up by the amount of continuous filler the Anime has, where they just butcher the characters even more...

It's a lot of work and as you see I am a slow writer xDu but I really want to get deeper into writing about how the differences matter a lot.

I hope you've continued with your reading and have even more to share! OvO please feel free to talk to me again

Again: very sorry for taking so long to answer ;v;U my audhd threw me off everything very hard this past month

And finally I don't really agree with what people say about Zoro losing his smile post time-skip... at least in the Manga! The Anime can look like he doesn't smile so much anymore, i guess...

I feel like Zoro's default expression is calmer after the time-skip ^^ you can see how he is not frowning all the time like before, and he still has his cool smiles!

Beware a bit of Spoiler ahead!

Have some non-very-spoilerish images of him smiling post-time skip, just in the first arc post time-skip:

[mmmalakai]

Anywhere With You

Revivedbur x Quackity

Angst | Smut | Fluff | Post-DSMP ending (Reposted from my Ao3 with slight changes) https://archiveofourown.org/works/48298225 Word Count: 5281

-

Land, so much land surrounding him. It was dry, desolate and barren. Wilbur had always been one for more grandeur or showmanship, but not even the most fantastical of musical numbers could brighten up this boring place.

He’d lived here before, when he was younger. Before all the chaos and fun and everything else that life and death had dragged him through. A time of learning, growing up, discovering the joy in simple things and feeling somewhat content.

Sure, he’d always had that dreadful feeling that he wouldn’t amount to anything. But that was back then. There was always anxiety, always insecurities, and that wasn’t ever gonna change. And now that he’d literally been to hell and back, Will had learned that there was no point in having high expectations.

So he left. He had left the memories, the overwhelmingness, the people who had affected his life so much. He left that unforgivable version of himself behind.

There was nowhere else he had ever been. The Dream SMP had been expansive, sure. But at the end of the day, he had only ever been there and here. Utah, his real home. But he really wished he could feel that home again.

What is home? The people you surround yourself with? The place you inhabit and make memories in? Is it a sense of belonging? Whatever it was, Wilbur just wasn’t sure he had that.

He had it with L’manburg and lost it. Dream SMP never felt like a home to him. Pogtopia was just temporary. What about people, you may ask?

Tommy was home. He was one of the best senses of home he could ever hope for. Phil was home, he had cried for him and loved him even when he had to kill him. Home was with those people. And that wasn’t something he could ever reach again.

It had been so, so long since...

Since he’d said goodbye to his naive, young hope.

But he still had something. His last sense of home was that glimmer of hope, somewhere in the unseeable distance. It never felt perfect, he’ll be honest. But it was what he knew well, and that was good enough.

Will kept walking, his legs aching and his lips cracking from the dryness. He licked his lips and clenched his fists as he strode on.

-

While Wilbur had let go and found himself a new path, Quackity was sitting on the ground, staring up at the Needle of Las Nevadas with a heavy glare. Ever since everyone had left, he had decided he had to let go too. But he couldn’t.

He had tried walking away, tried closing his eyes and walking forward for as long as he could. But he couldn’t get away. Quackity’s eyes would water and he quickly ran back every time, out of breath and crying in relief as he pressed his back to the Las Nevadas borders.

The place was run down, destitute. Any sort of old customers had ransacked any money that was on the ground or whatever good merch they could find and left.

The very sight was pathetic, broken slot machines lined up and not turning on, the speakers busted and playing faint static-y white noise. Quackity had sat there always, suffering through the pain of watching a great nation die of its own shortcomings.

I guess he and Wilbur had that in common.

Quackity had thought of Wilbur a lot. The man had tried contacting him one last time for God knows what. Quackity had thought he knew better, he had ignored him, thinking Wilbur was only there to piss him off once more, as always.

Was he starting to miss that? The anger, the tension, the fighting. It was on loop, everyday replaying in his head. He would practice insults and quips and try to find any sort of leverage against that asshole. It had become habit without him even knowing. And Quackity wasn’t a big fan of change.

Fuck it. Wilbur was gone. Las Nevadas was gone, everything he was used to was gone. He had to forget all of this, he had to... forget Wilbur. It was the right thing to do.

So why did it feel so wrong?

-

The nameless gas station, worn down yet still open amongst an assortment of other buildings. Accepting new hires..

Wilbur smiled softly and chuckled to himself as he pushed open the glass door slowly and stood in front of the counter. Some unknown employee looked up at him in confusion and sighed.

“Welcome to this shitty gas station, what do you want?” Hm, a bit of a rude greeting, but understandable from one who was stuck working in a barely functioning business establishment.

“Do you happen to still be hiring?” The worker looked up at him with an almost amused expression. “Buddy. This place is shit, alright? Trust me when I tell you that any other hiring workplace would be better than working here.”

“Answer my question.” Wilbur’s voice came out sharper than intended, probably an effect of spending years fighting others with his words. But, oh well, it got the point across.

The worker stared at him before scoffing and nodding silently.

-

It had been quite a while since Wilbur had been employed, the manager seeming to recognise the younger him still somewhere in this pathetic husk of a man. His way with words had managed to land him an actual job, being in charge of stocking shelves and substituting for when the others were out.

They were out very often now that he was around.

Wilbur didn’t complain. Sure, it got a bit boring sometimes, but occasionally an interesting fellow would make conversation with him while he was manning the register and he’d make a new acquaintance. A few were even interested in going further than behind the counter, if you know what I mean.

So between work, chatting and fucking, he was doing pretty alright. Perhaps he missed his old life a bit, but he was content here. For the most part. His job was menial but he found happiness in serving customers. That may have been a part in as to why he started his burger van.

As mentioned, making acquaintances with strangers was alright. Decent company if your life happens to now be confined to a gas station. Sex. It was temporary relief at best. Long-lasting dissatisfaction at worst.

He wasn’t ungrateful, no. But surely there was something better than this? Men, women, anyone. They let themselves go with him, be it by domination or in submission. Christ, he never knew how much he loved being fucked by women.

But the men were what he preferred. No matter how many women he fucked or fucked him, he had this twinge of longing for a man’s cock to choke on or a boy’s tight hole to indulge himself in his sins.

It was much harder to find a connection with these people. They screwed, they came, then they left. It was just that. No feelings, no strings, no nothing. He loved it that way.

But, God strike him if he didn’t miss having stronger connections to people. His colleagues were turning out to be real bastards, leaving him with all the most tedious jobs and for the most part ignoring him. This one girl who manned the phone calls was sweet, but wasn’t interested in anything more than friendship.

And, well, she was actually a lesbian, so that obviously wouldn’t have worked out.

God, why was socialising so hard?

-

Quackity was walking. He was squeezing his eyes shut and walking straight forwards, only opening his eyes when he felt something obstructing his path.

He took breaks very often, curling up and sobbing into his sleeves until he felt fresh out of tears. He forced himself to get through it.

“Keep going... You never quit something once you start it, so you’d better fucking finish this…”

God knows where he was at this point. He just kept walking, too far to run back and definitely unable to quit now. Wilbur wouldn’t have stopped. He didn’t stop, never. He didn’t quit even whilst dead.

“Do it for Wilbur... you can do this for yourself, if not for him.”

He felt like collapsing by the time it hit nightfall and he reached a desolate, barren land, with an sign in the distance saying, ‘Welcome to Utah!’

He remembered that name from somewhere, but was too drained to think. Before he knew it, he was sleeping in a small, expandable bed that he was glad he had.

Time seemed to fly as the moon zoomed across the sky and faded away as the sun appeared, shining brightly in his eyes as he rolled over and buried his face in his pillow with a groan.

He smacked himself in the face to wake himself up and packed up quickly, trudging along with a determined frown on his face. He could see one or two buildings in the very far distance, and he picked up the pace.

It felt like so, so long before he was finally only steps away from the place. He saw a donut shop which was closed down, an office supplies building, a small family-run pizza restaurant and a gas station, along with a few other establishments that were unworthy of note.

He sat on a bench which creaked as the wood seemed almost too weak to hold him. Quackity sighed as he finally got some more rest. It took a while before he got up and explored, having regained his strength and feeling motivated now.

He walked past a few places before checking out the pizza place. It had a closed sign on the door, so he just stood outside, looking through the windows. Albeit, it was odd and he must have looked creepy having just walked into town and staring intently at this innocent little pizza restaurant.

Something caught his attention as a bell chimed, it had been sounded by the door of the gas station as someone left. A short man with dark hair winked at someone inside and smiled before walking away with a satisfied look on his face.

The large glass panes showed clearly who he was winking at standing behind the counter with a smirk, and Quackity froze. His breath caught as he saw a really tall man with curly, almost fluffy brown hair with white wisps tucked into a dark red beanie. Apart from that, he was wearing a simple employee shirt that was a bit small for him due to his height which made Quackity laugh.

Wilbur.

“Wilbur.”

He must have said it far too loudly as Will turned to look at him through the window and his eyes went wide, his smile dropping and fading into a speechless gape.

Quackity could feel his heart racing as he was drawn forward, his body moving towards Wilbur as if on instinct. The bell rang as Q opened the door and stared at the man. His emotions were at war as he suddenly felt almost abandoned by this man.

“Why?”

-

“What are you doing here?” Wilbur whispered, looking around at the empty store and flipping the OPEN/CLOSED sign to show the CLOSED side before locking the doors and walking to stand in front of Q at the counter.

Quackity stared at him, almost struggling to formulate words. “Wha- Why did.. why the hell did you run away?”

“Run away- No, answer my question first.” He felt almost insulted at the insinuation that he ran from his problems. But, maybe he did without knowing it..? No, Quackity was here and he was just messing with Wilbur’s judgement. That’s it.

Q stared at him with disgust and frankly, annoyance. Did he really have the nerve to tell him what to do? This wasn’t a game, and he most certainly was not going to control him.

“What does it matter if I’m here, dumbass? You think you’re doing any better here, you’re a fuckin’ gas station employee. Way to fall from grace, you dickhead.”

“Oh, look who’s deflecting. For such an esteemed gambler, you have a terrible poker face. I can see you’re hiding something. Out with it, darling.” Will exhaled in exasperation and smirked, despite his growing anger.

This conversation was pushing both of their buttons, and they hated how much they loved it.

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that. You… scum.” That elicited an actual laugh from Wilbur. “Scum? Please. You can do better than that, sweetheart.”

“Shut it! Y-you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Nor you, ducky. Speak. Now.”

Fighting back was redundant. They both knew that. Wilbur had the higher ground here, he always did, right? Either way, Quackity growled and hid his face while speaking.

“I- Everyone else was gone. I had to move on too, y’know? I didn’t know where I was going, I was just.. going.” It was a mumble, barely audible yet you could hear the resentment in his voice. Quackity scowled as his tone became defensive. Why did Wilbur do this to him? “You did too.. Everyone else left, but you? You ran away.”

Quackity looked up at his unreadable face and scoffed even louder, before adding as an afterthought, “And you know what? Fuck you, asshole. I’m allowed to be anywhere I want.”

Wilbur scoffed and stared at him as if he was mentally deficient, “I didn’t run away, Q. I left of my very own volition, I had a solid plan for my future. It was.. a strategic retreat.” He laughed as he received another glare from Quackity.

“You know this is Utah, right? Surely I told you this is where I grew up?” Q frowned again and stood tall.

“And yet you didn’t think to let anyone know you’d leave to come back here?” Quackity seemed angry, for some reason, somewhere between bewildered and betrayed.

“What?” That made Wilbur’s head spin, a headache already forming in him as he screamed internally.

“I ju- I let everyone know! I-I went around to everyone I knew, every.. every person I hurt! I apologised to every single one, and they forgave… they all forgave me.” Will’s heart felt as though it was burning, and his hands were clenching onto his coat tightly.

“Oh really? You were nice to everyone for once in your life, so you decided to fucking leave? Since when have you ever done something to benefit others?”

“Oh my god, Q. Are you actually serious? I left because it was better for everyone! That’s the point! They all forgave me, but..” Will cut himself off abruptly as his eyes watered, cursing himself for getting so emotional. Damn you, Quackity, for making him feel like this.

“Wilbur Minecraft Soot, if you don’t finish that sentence, I swear to XD and whatever other stupid gods are up there.. Why did you leave?”

“You wanna fucking know, huh?” Wilbur was so quiet, a drastic contrast to his almost screaming before. It made Quackity seethe.

“Obviously.”

“I wasn’t ready to forgive myself.”

Quackity stared at him in disbelief and annoyance, waiting for either the truth or some sort of alibi to confirm this. Wilbur stared back at him before scoffing and elaborating reluctantly.

“I.. It was better for me to leave than to just expect them to welcome me back. That’s why I left.” The man’s voice had gone quieter, more hesitant. He had just exposed himself Quackity with everything he didn’t want anyone to know, and he couldn’t take it back now.

How did this man manage to pull everything out of him?

Quackity was staring at him, his jaw firm in place and breathing through his nose. “So, why didn’t I know? Why did I not get an apology? You think I’m not worth apologising to, asshole? You ruined my goddamn life-”

“You didn’t let me!” Wilbur cut him off abruptly with a yell, throwing his beanie off in frustration. “I asked you to meet me. I stopped by your office, I asked Tommy to check on you, I did anything I could to reach you! You were never in your office, Tommy said you told him to fuck off, you never gave me a single chance to talk to you!”

Will was seething now, trying his best to hold himself back. He inhaled sharply and stood still, as composed as calmly he could’ve been expected to be.

Quackity heart was racing, his hands sweating and his eyes watering as Wilbur poured out all his anger to him. It had been so long, this adrenaline was what he had wanted for so long, right?

“I didn’t.. know that-” “You never wanted to.” Wilbur’s voice was eerily quiet, still sharp and laced with pain.

A chilling silence washed over them as Quackity finally felt tears run down his cheeks. His face was still, almost emotionless and unreadable, but for those few tears that wouldn’t stop running down.

“I thought you were.. you were there to piss me off again. To.. do whatever, I don’t know.” The silence was so painful, yet Quackity’s words breaking it seemed to make it worse.

Wilbur was frozen in place, his jaw set and fists clenched in frustration and desperately trying to keep himself together. “I wanted to say sorry. I did, Q. I- I really just needed that. But I didn’t get to. You didn’t let me.”

“I didn’t.. I just..” he sniffed again quietly while wiping his tears away. “I didn’t know you were gonna leave. I thought you’d come back. You just always end up coming back, and I just..”

“You thought all I wanted was to annoy you? A nuisance, is that all you saw me as?” Wilbur finally moved again, tugging at his own hair, an unconscious reflex that helped him to feel more grounded.

“It was. But I missed it. I- I got used to it, and I.. it didn’t feel right when you were gone.”

The other man looked down at Quackity with a genuine look of surprise. It was almost as if he were hoping to hear that.

“You missed the fighting, or you missed me?” His words were carefully thought through, there was no way Q could get out of the question without an answer he wanted to hear.

“Don’t ask that..”

“Too late. Do not ignore me again.”

“Y-you...”

Wilbur paused for a moment, thinking Quackity was going to call him something or insult him again. Then he realised.

That was it. “You.”

“Me.”

“You.”

-

Wilbur inhaled with a shudder. Q refused to look at him.

He made the first move, pulling Quackity in tight, the shorter man holding back tears as he pressed his face to Will’s chest and muttering to himself.

“I don’t understand, wh-why now?” Quackity muttered, mostly to himself. This was why Q shut it out. This gut-wrenching, heart-aching feeling was entirely why he hid behind forced smiles and a confident demeanour. Why for so long he repressed his desire for the man holding him so close.

Will blinked and went tense, not expecting Quackity to be so blunt about it. He sighed shakily and swallowed.

“C-can I apologise now?” Soot’s voice was quiet and hesitant, compared to how powerful and arrogant he always seemed. He seemed almost anxious now that they’d both revealed so much about themselves.

Quackity nodded slowly and glanced up at Wilbur. Wilbur was running his fingers through his own hair, again trying to calm himself down. His beanie was on the counter as he leaned on it and looked at the ceiling with a distant expression.

“I fucked you up so badly. God, Q.. I gaslit you, made you believe you weren’t good enough. I.. I really called you a second-place medal.”

Quackity’s breathing seemed to go slower as he tried not to react too much at Wilbur’s words.

Will continued on, “You built an entire empire by yourself, you built your life back up when all of us left you. You were so much more powerful than I ever let you know, and you still are. Every time I thought back on you, I would think about how we fought. Not out of anger, but because of how clever you were. You kept me on edge, I had to plan so much around you because you were so good at thinking ahead.”

“I don’t even know how I could’ve ever thought of you as beneath me. You.. you’re more of a leader, a president, a person than I’ve ever been, throughout my life and death.” Wilbur had gone on such a long ramble that he hadn’t even realised he didn’t apologise yet.

Quackity was also too caught up in his words to think straight. His heart was pounding from everything that had ever happened between them. Neither of them realised how they had stepped closer to each other ever so slightly with every sentence.

“Quackity, my old friend, enemy, rival. My counterpart. Yin and Yang. You complete me. I missed you, I need you, and I hate that it’ll always be true.” Wilbur blinked as he finally returned to reality and his heart skipped when he saw Quackity almost pressing against his chest with such a misty look in his eyes.

“You.. I didn’t mean to say- Q, I just..” Wilbur was stammering, an immense contrast to the way he’d acted every other time the two of them ever spoke.

Quackity was just standing there, breathing slowly with an unreadable expression on his face.

“You didn’t say ‘sorry’ yet.”

Wilbur blinked and exhaled shakily, “Y-you’re right. Of course you’re right.”

Quackity looked up and hummed expectantly which Wilbur chuckled at softly, “I’m sorry, Quackity. I did so many things wrong in my life, and you never deserved what I did to you. I wish I could make it up to you, but all I can do now is say sorry.”

The silence had returned, but its painful atmosphere had shifted to something safer and more comforting. Wilbur and Quackity looked at each other with strangely warm smiles as Wilbur relaxed and held out his hand.

Quackity glanced down at it and back at Wilbur with a slightly amused expression. “I.. I forgave you a long time ago, Wilbur. I just wanted.. needed to see you again.”

Wilbur blinked back tears as Quackity slotted their hands together. Wilbur rubbed his thumb across the back of Quackity’s hand with a distant look in his eyes.

“You missed me too. You.. you said you needed me. What does that mean to you..?” Wilbur brought his other hand close and held Quackity’s hand in both of his gently.

“I don’t.. I don’t know what it means. I just.. knew it.” Quackity muttered out quietly with a slight blush. Wilbur gripped his hand tighter, “You- but you.. I need.. I want answers, Q..”

Quackity tries to pull his hand out, but Wilbur’s grip is firm. “I don’t have answers, Will, just please..”

“You wanted me.”

They stared at each other, longing to understand what was between them.

“Of course I do, I.. I followed you here, didn’t I? That’s.. why I joined the election. That’s why I tolerated Schlatt. My life, it’s because of you. You’re why I forced myself to put myself together and build Las Nevadas. You inspire me. You piss me off. You mean so much to me.”

Wilbur rubbed his thumb against Quackity’s hand softly. He was stunned by such a vulnerable and genuine answer from the man. “You mean that..?”

“Wilbur. I’d do anything for you. I’d go anywhere with you. I’ve wanted everything that you’ve had, wanted to be all you’ve been. I just.. want you.” Quackity looked down at the ground as he squeezed the other man’s hand, hoping the action would speak louder than any words.

Wilbur tilted Quackity’s head up by his chin and chuckled at his worry-riddled face.

“Can’t believe we both wanted each other for so long.” Quackity’s heart pounded at that as he inhaled sharply.

“You’re so.. untouchable. How is it that.. you want me back?” Will seemed so infatuated with this man in front of him.. Quackity hummed quietly before smiling softly. “Maybe you’re just blind.” “Maybe I am.”

They both leaned in slightly before Quackity reached his free hand up to bring Wilbur’s face down, kissing him.

Will was surprised but quickly melted and kissed back with just as much love. He laughed as he pulled away, looking down at the man in front of him with a smirk. “You really want me that badly?”

He scoffed at Wilbur but grinned. “Why don’t I just show you? You got a spare room around here?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You really mean that?" "Why, are you scared?" Oh, this fucker knew him so well. "Never."

-

They both wandered to the back where Wilbur slept. There was a small bed, a bit too large for the room but long enough to accomodate Wilbur’s height and big enough for both of them to fit.

Quackity exhaled and smiled, closing his eyes as he lays on the bed and feels Wilbur’s presence on top of him. “Finally, Will.. God, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.”

Wilbur groaned as he leaned down and kissed his neck, nuzzling his head into Quackity’s shoulder lovingly. “You’re gonna get me even more riled up, dumbass.”

A giggle escaped from Quackity’s mouth, “Good, that’s what I want, Wilbur.” Quackity ran his hand through Will’s hair and held his head down while Wilbur pressed kisses against his neck.

“You’re beautiful, Q. So, so so beautiful, so perfect..” Wilbur kept on showering him with compliments and soft kisses as Quackity laughed underneath him.

“God, you’re an idiot. That tickles, Will.” Wilbur just grinned at him and kissed his lips softly. He got up and took his glasses off, setting them aside along with Quackity’s beanie, his own having been forgotten and abandoned on the counter.

His uniform came off and was dropped to the floor as he started unbuttoning Quackity’s shirt slowly. “I missed you, God. I need you so much, Quackity.”

“You have me, what are you waiting for?” Quackity chuckled as he held Wilbur’s face softly.

“I have you.. I can’t believe I have you, darling.” Before either of them knew it, Wilbur was laying on the bed with Quackity sitting on top of him, rubbing their dicks together slowly.

Q whimpered as the feelings overtook his mind, his thoughts dissipating into pure lust as he moaned out, “Will..”

Wilbur repeated his moans back to him, slowly slipping his hand into both of their waistbands and sliding them down. Will sat up as they both helped push down their pants and boxers, dropping them as Quackity knelt down between Wilbur’s legs on the floor.

“Quackity, are.. are you sure?” The man nodded while biting his lip, sliding his fingers down the sides of the man’s waist.

“You know I need more than that, Q. Are you absolutely sure?” Quackity sighed and smiled at his consideration. He never been treated like this before.. “I’m so sure, Wilbur. Please, I just want to..”

He cut himself off as he took Wilbur into his mouth, his lips stretching around his cock. Will grabbed the back of Q’s neck as he slid his tongue against Wilbur’s cock.

His mouth engulfed his dick, surrounding it in warmth and wetness as his tongue kept rubbing against every nerve and surface area of skin. Wilbur hissed out, “Qua- ah.. Quackity, please..”

His moans only served to spur Q on as he took Will in deeper and started deep-throating him, slowly as to not trigger his gag reflex which was surprisingly less sensitive than he had previously realised.

He supposed what Schlatt had done had possibly helped out with that.

Wilbur couldn’t control himself as he pushed Quackity down further, forcing him to suck in more of his cock. Both of them let out whimpers and groans as Quackity desperately tried getting some friction on his own dick.

His hands stayed on Wilbur’s thighs but his own hips started to grind against the floor to try and get any sort of contact to his sensitive and painfully hard erection.

Will bucked his hips forward just the slightest bit from lack of self control and Quackity’s gag reflex couldn’t take it. Q gagged and pulled off, breathing heavily and stopping in his grinding.

Wilbur bit his lip harshly, the taste of blood starting to seep into his mouth as he started to fall from that high of his unreached climax. He looked back down at the man beneath him and waited for him to recover before lifting Quackity back up to sit on his stomach.

“You.. do you wanna..?” He looked down at his lap and gestured with his head movements. It was enough for Quackity to understand and he nodded. “You have lube, right?” The man nodded and reached for the corner of the bed frame, a small bottle of lube crammed in the space where the base met the side table.

Quackity took the bottle and chuckled at how much had been used. “Horny little fuck.” Wilbur blushed and smiled, along with rolling his eyes. The cap was popped open and lube was smeared onto Quackity’s fingers sparingly as to not use it all up.

“Sweetheart, I can get anything I want from here if I work for it. But don’t you dare call me that again. Unless you want me to go rough..” Quackity scoffed as he leaned forward and trailed around his entrance carefully, slipping in a finger once he felt comfortable.

He moaned at the mix of electricity and stinging pain. He pushed another finger in as Wilbur watched, hypnotised by the beautiful man on top of him. He cupped Quackity’s face and kissed him gently, helping to soothe him through the pain of being stretched.

Soon, he had three fingers inside of him and he pulled them out with a whimper. He lifted himself up while Wilbur hand assisted him.

Quackity shuddered as he finally felt relief. He grinded down as his hands slid into Wilbur’s hair and grabbed on.

“Oh, yes.. Quackity-” Wilbur was panting as Quackity bounced up and down, circling his hips around and tugging on Wilbur’s hair.

They let out desperate moans as the pleasure overwhelmed both of them, fogging their minds as sweat ran down their skin and mixing into a concoction that soaked into the mattress.

“Oh- G-God..” Q’s breath caught as Wilbur hit his prostate dead-on, whining as he grinded himself down as much as he could.

Will groaned as he helped the other man move again, thrusting his hips up in time with Quackity’s bouncing. “Th-there?” Quackity nodded frantically as he started rubbing his cock desperately.

Wilbur wanted to watch as he strikes himself but the pleasure was too much for him. “I- I’m gonna.. oh..!” Will moaned out Quackity’s name as he came, the heat and friction of his tight little hole being too much for him to hold out.

“Will- I, Wilbur..” Cum filled his ass and he whined as he kept getting thrusted into. Wilbur hissed slightly as his cock continued to be used after such an orgasm, but continued so Quackity could feel that same way.

“Please, tell me you’re close, please-” “Yes- yes, so close, Will- please, don’t stop!” Quackity responded. Wilbur could feel another orgasm of his own building up and he bucked his hips with more determination.

Quackity came with a loud and whiny moan. Wilbur opened his eyes, continuing to stroke Quackity through his climax. Q panted heavily as he came down from his high, climbing off Wilbur’s lap and laying down next to him.

“I really like you..” Quackity’s fuzzy mind didn’t filter enough to process those words before they were said. Will let out a laugh as he grinned at Quackity. “Y-you do?”

He blushed as Wilbur wrapped an arm around him, cuddling him in close and kissing his forehead. “I love you too.”

“Yeah, sure.” Wilbur chuckled at him before sighing and closing his eyes.

It’s fascinating how what you don’t have, you want. What you need, you neglect. Whatever you love, you don’t realise it until it’s gone.

They got what they wanted in the end. They’re not perfect, far from, but they have all the time in the world to try. And that was definitely enough.

[fetabathwater]

slides in here 🧎‍♂️ Fans, Baby, Wild card!

questions here!

This got so long I had to stop myself finally.

Fans: How is their relationship with their fans? Do they go out of their way to interact? 

Look, Jennifer Lamb is a category 5 hurricane of emotion on the average day, but something about the fans just twinges something in her brain. In the small bars, yeah she'd be more than happy to sit around the bar later, chatting with the ones who'd hung around, let them buy her a beer or two, and go on her way. Sign some things, and y'know throwing out the usual guitar picks and broken drumsticks to the local small crowd. Discounting shirts and homemade merch at a bar while they were one of the bands to float through the night. Maybe throwing everything in a free tote bag that has a scribbled logo. Especially as favours to any bar owners who let them in, then it'd probably get a lil more of a personal touch especially if they had kids of their own who were fans and/or they were fans themselves, then it would still largely be merch. More or less short circuits her because people like the band. And Her. And the Music. And they want to HAVE something of hers. Wild.

But her interaction with fans is actually her being an absolute nutjob and trawling fansites. Most of her private life has already ended up online or splashed across local magazines, especially because of the very public fight/breakup with Seven, and then recently finding out from Maya that the number one fansite is run by a teenager… it's quite accessible in the worst way. Jen is super interested in reading fansites, just to see what they've posted/what they know. The kind of manic 'I should be sleeping 3am but I'm on wikipedia energy' but instead she's going down a rabbit hole of her own history, especially when people still keep up photos of Seven in the band - and she fucking loves polls. (Jen you would've loved og gossip girl fr). Definitely has made a throwaway account on a forum more than once (she forgets the password not long after making an account) and like. Loves to deep dive on timelines and people breaking down the meaning in her songs. She is that one person who responds to the song meanings like 'its about having sex relax its not that deep' and then is like. Told she's wrong and banned. Also it's so funny for her, when she's wrangled into appearing on their social media, to drop like some batshit insane comment or demo, and then has her little 1 hour scroll through these people going bananas. She has a few favourite accounts bookmarked, even. Stupid head.

Sheenas as the fan name for her came about after one of Jen's first solo covers (pre-breakup actually) was her doing 'Sheena Is A Punk Rocker', but also dressed like Sheena, Queen of the Jungle from the comics, at a Halloween party for the local crowd, and it kind of stuck... she only found out why recently from Maya. So not only is she like, confused anyway, but then she's like doing maths about when this kid would've seen that video. Did they see all of it? Should she check what versions were uploaded? Can she get a copy?

But essentially she's now very much publicly in the space of actually having Orion largely coach her through interactions because... she's floundering. Literally becomes a publicist's wet dream with how she can get the smiles and the eyes and the hand movements, and mostly manages to not let her mouth run, but it's like she needs to be micromanaged because this is no longer the comfortable small bar shit she loves and wants to go back to. Even before ending up on the TV, really. A lot of the focus is also on (pretty much) deflecting questions about Seven, but in particular the like months following it all. There was one very salty former fan who took it quite personally and just missed Jen's eye with a pin (that they actually had handed out at one gig many moons before). And her pre-pin incident comments about him weren't even bad! People just lost their marbles.

She did actually set up a PO Box at one point, with the intent of people sending fanmail to because she has a soft spot for handwritten letters, but it hasn't been advertised since the pin incident. Superfans may know about it, but Jen also hasn't checked it in years.

Baby: How do they feel about Jazzy leaving? How are they coping? What are their plans to stay in touch?

I looked back on my answer for this and. Okay no, we're changing our tune a bit.

Whilst Jen is happy for her, and knows that fundamentally Jazzy wanted something different from her life than Jen did... a part of her resents that Jazzy was able to walk away. And it's not even resenting Jazz! Realistically, it's easier to think that, even for Jen, that she's just so mad that even after everything, Jazz is able to walk away with the house and the husband and the white picket fence (not really but y'know). Those are also just like little bitey thoughts that plague her and make her do the what-if spirals that always end up "why didn't I just walk away, too?" because Jen doesn't even know if she wants any of the other things, anyway.

So Jen's coping is like correlation and causation type scale nonsense going on, especially with choosing to tour with Soft Violence, the way Jazzy reacted, even, and she's like. In such a place where she doesn't even know if she wants to reach out, keep updated and update Jazz, etc, etc. Because she also absolutely loves Jazz, and is so happy for her, and honestly wants to be there with her through this rollercoaster she's about to get on, because it's Jazzy. It's Jazzy. And god, she misses her so much already.

Wild card: Tell us something about your MC! Feel free to really just roll us over with an emotional steamroller and crush the souls out of our bodies, if you’d like. (You’re also welcome to choose one of the other questions to answer!)

Only other tattoo is the one on her lower stomach (Medusa head) (yeah that got repurposed sry Harper I'm doing smth else with you) but she absolutely loves the awful jokes she can make about it when people react after seeing it for the first time. "If someone is getting to a point where they can see it, [she] definitely knows that something turned to stone."

Jen does not understand how her putting on her glasses and Depression Greys™ makes her like. Walk around Clark Kent style. Fascinates her and compels her to try to do stupid shit with it.

This combined with her absolute inability to understand nor use social media has compelled some to see her as a #cryptid, which just further confuses her. She's seen her face on a post. She knows it exists. Yes she knows the name of the app? (don't embarrass her, man, there's hot people here)

Oh! And combining this with her Average Voice Resting Time™, where she's Clark Kent-ed out, wheat bagged and this close to just turning into a burrito, she uses a small whiteboard to talk. She's quite verbose, unfortunately.

Her fave flower is Queen Anne's Lace, because its a complex lil flower made up of dozens of others, and at the centre is a tiny lil red bud. The apparent story for it's naming is a provocation of Queen Anne to make a more complex lace flower than another king's wife, and in doing so she pricked her finger, so a little droplet of blood landed in the middle. There's also a poem! It's also for safety and refuge, because it turns inwards and seemingly 'dies' when it is actually ready to grow. Also attracts wasps lmao. It's commonly mistaken for baby's breath, which is everlasting love… which isnt wrong for Jen either, however it is that inward protection. At the centre of it all, there is a burst of colour, and she wants to protect it… the internalisation of it all.

During high school, she ran one of those ‘Ask Annie’ columns in the school paper. Her advice was ridiculous, and it was really well received even if she was pulling answers out of thin air. She's not sure if anyone cracked that it was her.

It did lead her to testing out some situations on people before answering, even. Or outright going 'hey if xyz happened do you think doing abc would work'. She wasn't even trying to be subtle by the end.

Jen has a pet bearded dragon. Named Lizanardo Da Vinci.

Just like how she has Vlad the Impala

Was voted most likely to date a rockstar. Made out with her own mirror image in response.

Turns out she’s got a real knack for maths. No one knows where it came from. Jen was one of those 'coasted through on C+/B-' kind of students. But no one is ever ready for the quick maths.

The first time Jen went in to get contacts, and was trying to put them in, and her arm was weirdly angled and the optometrist was patient but it freaked her out to think about putting something basically on her eye. Seven kind of like, went through the motions with her until she was comfortable.

He still has the pair of glasses that were always left in the right side pocket of his jacket. The case is worn and faded and cracked and still has all the stickers and scribbles on them, but the frames are still fine, lenses are only a check or two old, but Jen never knew how to ask for them back.

With Seven, especially when they were much younger, watching scary movies was such a big deal and like they were breaking the rules at sleepovers, even if it meant they were literally terrified. For days. It became "their thing" and especially as they got older with rewatches and marathons, and then the band, and eventually dating, the inside jokes were always there. Sometimes, they even used it as bad flirting, which weird people out just as much, if not more, than the fact that they were attached at the hip. Jen hasn't even looked at one of those movies since, and deleted OSTs, etc, off of any and all things.

Is a big fan of meditation because a girl sometimes has a lot of pent up energy and just wailing on the mic doesn't cut it. Quiet time, Jen is in her attempt at a lotus position.

[isabeauwolf]

I'm curious. What was everyone's first anime amv's that you watched and what ones stays in your mind rent free?

This Ryou Bakura/ Yami Bakura amv got me into RED back in high school. If ya'll have read the og Yu-Gi-Oh manga and Duelist, ya'll know. If not, let's just say its wayyy darker than the 4kids anime we grew up with and a lot of stuff was censored. All the crap Yami Bukura put poor Ryou through, Yami was super creepy and throwing out death punishments left and right, but the people deserved it. That was even before the card game was introduced!

I know, I know, Inuyasha is basic and over memed to death, but it's still very close to my heart. It was my first anime in middle school and is very close to my heart, say what you will, but I love the dub. I've re-watched the series 5 times before The Final Act aired, I watched it every week both in subbed and dubbed. I've read the manga online years ago after the original anime ended cuz I had to know what happened! I bought the VizBigs and have a couple of the anti-manga which I hope to finish collecting someday, have other merch and games too.

I'll even share that I used the instrumental version of "Dearest" while walking down the isle for my wedding. Why? The song fit my husband and me so well, we had been through so much together and our love only grew stronger. Even while we were apart, we never stopped thinking of each other.

Eternal Snow always hits me with heavy nostalgia. Do I always cry while singing it? Of course, I do. I always come back here in winter to listen to this beautiful song. I remember watching the whole series on YouYube in high school after reading the manga. The story really sticks with you and inspiring, no matter what your dream is.

This amv I think best summarizes Kai Chisaki, Overhaul perfectly as a character. He has such a twisted mind, but that's part of the reason he was such a great villain, and his style/quirk made him such a bad-ass villain.

The way Pops found Kai as a boy, alone, covered in filth and I imagine he was hungry, always made me feel as if we were missing something from his past before the latest chapters came out. He wanted more than anything to replay the man who saved him, rebuilding the Shie Hassaikai's former glory and reputation along with returning people quirkless. Might have saved so many lives who were eventually lost, but at the end of the day, he still choose the darkest route and solution.

"You have no place here", hearing those words from Pops, his father figure, that's probably what finally pushed him to do everything he did. Ignoring Pops wish and taking matters into his own hands, its brief, but it hurt him, he's shocked before recollecting himself and putting Pops into a coma.

Kai’s final scream makes me cry every time because you just know that’s when he realized he’s lost literally everything he ever had, his quirk, the ability to fix Pops, the Shie Hassaikai his only home, and the quirk erasing bullets and serum, his plan that's been pouring so much time and who knows how long working on.

I haven't said it often on here at least, haha. But MDZS is one of my favorite BL anime, danmei, and manhua I've been obsessed with since 2020.

If you haven't watched MDZS, or Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, I highly recommend it. The world building, music, the characters, the animation and raw feelings it pulls out of you.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian's love is only a part of the series, the depth of their feelings cannot be matched by anything after what they’ve gone through together. No boundaries to their relationship and not even death stops their love.

Lan Zhan let go of everything to protect Wei Ying and tried to feel the pain he felt. They went through life and death together. It was literally them against the world. Even though they had no one by their side, they were with each other.

I still have to catch-up with The Untamed... XD I always play their song, "WANGXIAN" before "Mourning for Love."