#im sitting here trying so so so so hard not to get ahead of myself in planning my kabumisu fic's future chapters

[incandescent-irrigation]

im going ham im going insane ive already gone insane im counting hours until i see mithrun animated so i can let go of the last remaining shreds of sanity

[arolesbianism]

I'm starting to see ppl talk abt updating their artfight pages and at first I was like what why it's still months away and then it hit me that by months it was two months and now I'm just silently sweating as my anual side project to remake the eternal gales refs and give them all icons comes back to haunt me

[mxqdii]

WHERE IS PART THREE

IM LITTERALY DYING TI READ WHAT HAPPENS NEXTTTTTTY

also I have a request

so reader is dating Sam or Colby (you pick❤️). Reader is alone at a haunted location with just Sam or just Colby (does this make sense?) say it was Sam, they are just the two of them and say there were trespassers and they were threatening the two and reader has a panic attack and Sam defend them (Sam or Colby) and calm reader down on the way home.

is that doable?

when part three comes can you tag my other acc

@anythingsamandcolby

take my breath away - c.b

pairings: colby brock x reader

summary: a day with the boys doesn't go as expected

warning(s): panic attacks, mention of ghosts (??) idk.

a/n: so i see u said just the two of them, but i only realized after i finished writing it... i'm sorry! i hope this is still okay 😭

not proofread

"are you guys sure this is a good idea?" i say as me, sam and colby enter the gate

"too late now! unlocking that gate took forever" sam says, walking ahead

"we're all gonna die" i mumble sarcastically, scoffing at the boys skipping together joyfully

we decided not to vlog this one, since, well..

we're trespassing.

it's okay though! atleast that's what the boys told me (and what i'm telling myself)

"hey, you okay?" colby, my boyfriend, asks.

"yeah i'm fine, just worried about being shot by a police officer" i say, giving him a look

"calm down, we'll be fine!" he speaks over confidently

"whatever you say" i groan

"woah! guys this place is so cool, let's use the spirit box here" sam yells from ahead, taking off his backpack and grabbing the box

we all listen, hearing a few random meaningless words, until...

my phone starts buzzing, which makes us all jump

"sorry, my alarm- it's midnight if anyone cares" i say, signaling for us to get out of here

"leave" the spirit box says

"yes please- wait was that the box?" i mumble

"trespassing" the box says

"run"

"guys i don't like this.." i mumble, reaching over to grab colby, looking over realizing he's nowhere to be found

"g-guys?" i say, realizing i've been left alone with only the spirit box

"guys this isn't funny. you got me okay? i'm scared." i yell into the distance, hoping to be met with colby's voice or sams laughter

but i don't hear that, instead something worse

the bushes besides me start rustling, and i feel tears brim my eyes

"h-hello?" i almost whisper

this is too much. i wanna go home.

my legs start moving before i can think and i run back to the car, hoping to find sam and colby there, but no.

i realize, i don't have the keys, leaving me in the dark parking lot surrounded by woods, alone.

okay, it's fine, i'm fine, i'll call them.

NO SERVICE

this is when i start freaking out, because what am i supposed to do now??

the only thing i can think to do, cry.

i let myself lean against the locked car door, eventually curling into a ball on the floor

i'm currently a sobbing mess at midnight, alone and cold.

the more i'm sat here with my thoughts, the harder it gets to breathe, causing me to panic.

i try to calm my breathing but can't, colby always helped me with panic attacks, i need colby.

i don't know how much time passed, but eventually, i felt hands on my shoulders and looked up to see colby

thank god.

"colby-" i try to say more but the words get caught in my throat

"shh, baby it's okay. breathe for me okay?" he says

he sits down to my level, pulling me into his lap

"i'm so sorry. we thought it'd be funny to hide but we got lost, i'm so sorry baby that wasn't funny, i know." he hushes my cries, helping me with my breathing along the way

his hands stroking my hair and his smooth rhythm of breaths calm me down,.

(even though his heart is racing)

i snap out of my panic, looking up at him.

i shove my fist into his chest, not hard enough to hurt bad

(as if you could)

"ow!" he says, almost out of instict

"never do that again" i huff

"never again." he repeats back to me, kissing my forehead.

TAGLIST:

@opheliaofficial07 @stargirlv0id @strniolo @annaisabookworm @theperson-nextdoor @its-jennarose @thetriplets3 @anythingsamandcolby

[specialagentlokitty]

Rick Grimes x sister!reader - my family

omg im so happy you're writing for rick and daryl! Could i request a Rick x sister!reader where they weren't together when the infection started and thought that the other had died but she's found by someone from the group and taken to alexandria? - Anon 💜

A/N: due to the fact I’m on season 2 we’ve changed it a bit :))

You weren’t sure how long you had been running, and you were scared to stop running.

You were exhausted, you had the worst pain in your ribs and nasty cut down your arm that by some miracle hadn’t gotten infected.

You were scavenging whatever you could, food, medicine, bandages, a few bottles of water that you were trying to make last.

You learned the hard way you had to go for the head, so you kept a few knifes at hand, trading them in when you found something better.

You were in a forest, abundant with sticks, and that’s what you made use off, sharpening the largest and strongest ones, always keeping a couple tucked under the straps of your bags just in case one broke.

You hadn’t seen any other living people, and as much as you wanted to try and find your family you didn’t want to risk them being one of those creatures, you couldn’t bare that thought, so you kept running to keep yourself safe.

If they were alive you would find them somewhere, they had to be alive.

Sitting on a large rock, you were taking a small break, making sure to keep on eye on everything around you.

You heard a noise and you picked up your stick, spinning around only to find a crossbow pointed at you and you looked at the owner in fear.

“Please don’t kill me…”

“Your arm, you been bit?”

You quickly shook your head, putting the power bar your were eating in your mouth and unwrapped the old bandage with your free hand, showing him the jagged wound.

You took the food out your mouth and looked at him.

“Cut myself on some glass escaping those things, that’s all. It’s not healed right though, still bleeds.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand up so he could look at it.

Then he threw your arm back at you.

“The fuck you doing out here?”

“If I had to take a guess, probably the same as you. Running, ran from the city.”

“Atlanta?”

You nodded.

“I lived there, saw what was happened, made a break the moment I could, knew a refugee sight wouldn’t hold long.”

“Can’t tell if you’re smart or stupid.”

You shrugged a little, holding your food out to him.

He rose a brow in question, and you made a gesture for him to go ahead and take it.

“I got more.”

“Well I sure as hell don’t want no half eaten one dumbass, what else you got?”

You laughed a little, and opened your bag, pulling out another one for him, and he took it without thanks, and you zipped your bag up.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“You tell me first.”

“(Y/N).”

“Daryl.”

He looked around, and you did the same thing.

“Foods hard to come by now, why’d you share?”

“My brother always said I was too kind for my own good, I guess that was right. But we’re all in the same shit world, gotta make sure the ones alive stay alive.”

“Your stupid, that’s gonna get you killed pretty fast out here.”

You rolled your eyes, and you put your bag back on your back, grabbing your weapon and jumped down from the rock.

You smiled up at him.

“See you around I guess Daryl. Oh, and here.”

Looking through your pockets, you pulled out a few more power bars you held them out and he jumped down, taking them from you.

You began to walk away.

“Hey, hey wait a second, where you going?”

“I don’t know, just… just somewhere I guess.”

He nodded his head and walked over, he looked you up and down.

“Come on.”

He walked the opposite direction and you looked at him in pure confusion.

“Well hurry up, I ain’t getting myself fuckin’ killed because your dumbass is still standing there.”

Jogging over, you walked alongside of him, and he picked up something from a tree, which held a few small dead animals.

You didn’t say anything about it, knowing you had to do what you needed in order to survive these days.

Neither of you said anything, he didn’t exactly strike you as a bug conversationalist, and you didn’t want him to change his mind about you coming.

Maybe in days long gone you would’ve thought twice about following a stranger, but no you didn’t have those luxuries, he could’ve killed you before you realised he was there, and he didn’t.

In order to survive you needed company, you couldn’t do it on your own, and you wouldn’t be able to keep going along for much longer you knew that.

He led you back to a camp, with other people, and you raised your weapon.

“Put the damn stick down moron.”

“I don’t know if they’re safe.”

“Then why the fuck would you follow me?”

He snatched the stick from you, pushed you back a few steps and you winced, covering your ribs with a pained groan.

“Because I can’t make it on my own asshole.”

“Wait here.”

You nodded, slowly sitting down next to a beat down truck, and watched as he went to go talk to others.

Being able to sit down your pain finally caught up with you, and you passed out from exhaustion and pain.

When you came too again, you were on a bed, somebody holding your hand and you turned your head.

“Lori…?”

She looked up.

“(Y/N)?! Oh god you’re alive, wait here!”

She got up, running out and not even a few seconds later she came back with more people.

The boy jumped on the bed, and you groaned a little bit laughed as you wrapped your arm around him.

“Carl.. hey buddy.. hey…”

“You’re alive…” he sobbed.

“Yeah bud, I won’t let a few suckers bring me down.”

“Carl come on, let’s wait outside.”

Lori introduced you to Carol, and Carol looked you over.

“Dale thinks you’ve probably bruised a couple of ribs, nothing too bad. But your arm we don’t have the medicine for that.” Carol said.

You slowly sat up, swinging your legs over the bed.

“I do, my bag.”

Lori handed it over and you tipped everything out, showing a few bottles of antibiotics.

“Grabbed what I could when I saw the chance.”

“These will work, keep taking them a few times a day.” Lori said.

You nodded and looked out the window.

“Come on, let’s introduce you to everybody, you can stay with me and Carl, and I know Shane wants to see you.”

“Shane? And.. and Rick…?”

Lori looked at you, and you clenched your jaw.

“Lori.. where’s my brother…?”

“Ask Shane…”

You pushed yourself up, moving past her and out of the RV.

You looked around and found Shane, and you made your way over, holding your hand out as he went to hug you.

“Shane where the fuck is my brother? Where’s Rick?”

“He.. (Y/N) he was.. he was shot before all of this… I.. I tried to save him but I.. he was dead…”

Tears burned your eyes and you shook your head.

“He’s not dead…”

“I’m sorry…”

“No… no Shane my brother ain’t dead, you hear me!? He ain’t dead!”

You dropped to your knees despite the pain, and you rested your head on the ground.

“He.. he’s not dead…”

Lori knelt next to you, hugging you tightly as you mourned the loss of your brother.

You didn’t leave the tent for days, you stayed in there, refusing to talk to anybody, refusing to leave.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked up at Carl, and he walked over, sitting next to you, resting his head on your side.

“Do you think my dad could still be out there…?”

“Yeah… he.. he has to be bud…”

He nodded his head, and you ran your fingers through his hair, soothing his quiet cries.

You stared to move around after a week, but you still needed time to rest and fully heal so you couldn’t go on runs or help with much, but you watched the children for everybody.

Carl mostly kept to your side if he wasn’t with his mom.

“I’m cold.” Sophia said.

“Alright, wait here I’ve got a spare blanket in my bag.”

You made your way back to you sister in laws tent, and you stepped in only to freeze at the sight of your sister in law making out with your brothers best friend.

They quickly pulled apart and you grabbed your blanket.

“(Y/N)…” Lori whispered.

“Didn’t take you all that long to get over him huh?”

“No.. not its.. it’s not like that..”

You shook your head.

“I’ll find somewhere else to sleep, and both of you better stay the fuck away from me.”

You left, making your way back to the little girl and you wrapped her up in your blanket.

Going back to the now empty tent, you grabbed your things and set them down by a fire.

“Are you leaving?” Carl asked sadly.

“Nah buddy, I’m staying, I just want somewhere else to sleep for a while cause you snore so loudly.”

He hit your arm and you laughed a little at him.

You didn’t want to share a tent with anybody else, so as they all went to bed you stayed by the embers of the fire.

“Ain’t gonna help much if you die of cold or exhaustion.”

You glanced up, and you shrugged a little.

“Rather not stay in the same tent as my sister in law right now.”

Daryl looked at you, he knew what was going on of course.

He didn’t speak much but he saw a lot, so he knew why you didn’t want to stay in the tent with her.

“Get your shit.”

You looked at him.

“Let’s go.”

You pushed yourself up, and you followed him to his tent where he kicked some stuff aside, gesturing with his hand down the middle.

“You stay on your half, I stay on mine. I ain’t sharing my shit with you though.”

“Deal.”

You sat down, putting your bag under your head and he sat down on his stuff, sharpening a few sticks.

“Hey Daryl?”

“Shut up.”

You laughed again.

“Thanks.”

He said nothing in response.

After a few minutes you felt something hit you in the face and you looked at the sweater in confusion but all he did was get up and leave.

You didn’t want to speak to Lori or Shane, if you wanted peace you would stay in Daryl’s tent knowing that nobody dared to go near it.

“Come on, we’re going to have to talk about what happened!” Shane hissed.

“Get lost!”

“She’s your sister! You can’t just ignore her! She’s beating herself up because you won’t speak to her (Y/N)!”

“Well she should’ve thought about that before cheating on my brother!”

You stormed past Shane and he grabbed your wrist making you wince in pain.

He let go, and was shoved back, and Daryl pushed you towards the tent.

You looked at him but said nothing as you made your way there and Shane left you alone.

“Just break his nose, shuts every guy up.”

“Rather let him suffer knowing he’s the reason I won’t speak to him or her.”

Daryl half shrugged.

“Whatever then, I’m going huntin’. Stay in the tent.”

You nodded and he left.

You decided to take a nap, having sleepless nights made keeping a level head hard, it was easier to sleep knowing that there wasn’t many walkers during the day.

What woke you up was the commotion, and you got up, grabbing your weapon, hand on your ribs as you walked up to the main camp.

You heard Daryl shouting.

“Daryl?! Hey! What’s going on?!”

He pushed himself away from the people, and he looked at you.

“Those fuckers left my brother to die!”

You placed a hand on his chest.

“Then we go find him, alright? Get your stuff, you and me, we’ll go get him. Okay?”

“You can’t go out there asshole, you’re hurt.”

“I don’t give a fuck, he’s your brother. We’ll get him back.”

He nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder and followed him down to his tent to help get everything ready.

Steps came closer and he grabbed his weapon.

“Are you in there?” Lori asked softly.

“What the fuck do you want?” You snapped.

“Come outside, please?”

Sighing, you put your knife down and got up, making your way over to the front of the tent and stepped out.

You looked at her, then your gaze snapped behind her.

“Oh thank god…”

Rick rushed over, pulling you into a hug and you yelped in pain, dropping to your knees.

He quickly dropped in front of you, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, hey, are you alright? Are you okay?”

“Bruised ribs…”

He nodded, pulling you in for a more gentle hug this time, and you hugged him back, tears streaming down your face.

“You’re alive…” you whispered.

“Course I am….” He whispered back.

Rick held you closely, not wanting to let you go.

It was one thing thinking he lost his wife and son, but he couldn’t bare the thought of loosing his little sister as well.

He placed his hand on the back of your head, trying to hide the fact he was crying.

“I got you… I’ve got you… it’s alright…” he whispered.

“They… they told me you died Rick…”

He pulled away, smiling at you.

“I’m alright, you see? A little worse for wear but I’m alright, we’re safe…”

You nodded, sniffling a little, you clasped your hand tightly around his, and he held back just as tight.

“Whatever goes on now, we go through it together, like when we was kids, yeah?” He asked.

“Us against whatever crap life throws…”

He nodded, giving you smile.

“Yeah.. yeah exactly…”

He looked at you, and he pulled you in for another hug, and you glared at his wife from behind his back and she slowly walked away.

You weren’t going to tell him what you saw, he was safe, and you weren’t going to do anything to put your brother in danger.

You pulled back and looking at your brother again.

“You smell like shit Rick…”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you.

“Well thanks, I missed you too.”

[oneofthetorturedpoets]

Hey idk if you’re still taking requests or not, but if you are could you please write one where Melissa and Reader were in a long term relationship and decided to have kids but after the first couple rounds of IVF doesn’t work, which causes Melissa to overthink and end their relationship. And after a few weeks reader starts to feel sick and finds out she’s pregnant but when she try’s to tell Melissa she finds out she’s blocked so she decides to not to not wanting to mess up Mel’s life. And after a few years they run into each other only Reader has a little red head, you can choose how you want the gaps and the rest to go just please a fluffy ending

not again

“what ever the stick says, it will be okay” you said, trying to mentally prepare yourself, melissa gently grabs your hand.

“i’m here with you, my love” you turn the test around, looking at the results. ‘negative’ written on the small screen.

“fuck” your heart drops, tears immediately filling up your eyes. melissa takes you in her arms as you fall apart.

“it’s okay, you’re alright” her hand runs down your back at an attempt to sooth you.

-

after hours of crying you finally fell asleep in melissa’s arms, she holds you tight as she silently cries. it’s been almost a year of you guys trying to get pregnant, the ivf treatments are exhausting, the proof is in your eyes. you’ve been obsessing over getting pregnant, trying day in and day out, hoping for something to work. you and melissa haven’t had time for each other, it’s been months since you’ve went on a date, it’s creating a hole in your relationship.

all of this thinking causes melissa to spiral, what if it’s her fault you can’t get pregnant? shes the one who brought up the ivf idea, she’s the one pushing so hard. melissa is already 55, why is a 55 year old trying to have a baby? why is she’s messing with a 20 something year old? you have your whole life ahead of you, what does she give you? melissa starts panicking, she jumps out of bed, wiping her eyes. she grabs a suitcase, stuffing it with all of her clothes and important belongings.

once she’s all pack, she walks over to your side of the bed, staring at you one last time. her hand reaches out tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. she leans down, kissing your lips with as much passion as she can manage. she pulls her wedding ring off, sitting it on the nightstand next to you, walking out of the room, leaving you there alone.

-

your eyes flutter open, the sun beams in your eyes. you roll over, patting the other side of the bed, you feel the cold sheets. you sit up, leaning over to grab your phone, looking at the time ‘8:43’. she shouldn’t have left the house yet.

“melissa?” you call out as you get up. no reply is heard so you make your way to the kitchen “are you here?” you continue through the house until you find a note left on the coffee table in your living room.

‘i’m sorry. i’m sorry i let the insecurities get the best of me. i’m sorry i’m leaving you like this. i’m sorry i couldn’t give you a kid. you are the love of my life, but im not yours, you’re young, you still have your whole life ahead of you. i don’t know how i got so full of myself, thinking we could work. i hope you find someone who is able to give you the life you deserve, im sorry that wasn’t me. i’ll love you forever, y/n/n’

you drop the paper, tears falling down your face as you stand still, in shock of what you just read. you let yourself fall onto the couch, sobbing into your hands.

-

“you’re pregnant!” your doctor says as she moves the screen to show you, your ultrasound. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“w-what?” your heart fills with hope.

“you’re pregnant, the test showed a false negative. congratulations, y/n. you deserve this” she says before leaving you to sit with the news. you pull out your phone, searching up melissa’s contact. your thumb hovers over the call button before pressing it, you hold the phone up to your ear.

“the number you are trying to reach-” the phone calls out, your heart drops once again. you can’t even contain yourself anymore, crying out. how are you supposed to raise a kid on your own?

-

five years later.

you decided to move to back to philly, you never would’ve left if it wasn’t for melissa. walking into your new place, you breathed in the new smell, feeling content with your surroundings.

“where’s my room, mama?” your daughter, ann, asks while pulling on your pant leg.

“come on, i’ll show you!” you pick her up, walking her down the hallway.

-

after unpacking, you and ann were beat. you felt like your back was going to break if you lifted another box.

“can we get ice cream? please?” she pleads, giving you were best puppy dog eyes.

“hmm, i’ll have to think about it” you say jokingly, while tapping your chin.

“mommm” your daughter whines, chuckling slightly.

“alright, we can go. just because you’ve been a huge little helper” you poke her stomach, gently as she giggles and tries to run away from you.

-

you open the door for ann, letting her run into the shop. she’s leans onto the glass, looking over each one of them.

“calm down, baby. we aren’t in a rush” you say, picking her up so that she can see the flavors better.

Unbeknownst to you, melissa is sitting at a table. her heart is in her throat, unable to think. she can’t look away from you, was that really you? after all this time, you look different. your hair is darker, your smile lines slightly more visible. you’re much happier.

melissa stares at the kid in your arms, her red hair more vibrant than she’s ever seen. you must have the life she imagined you had.

“melissa?” in the time it took for her to gather her thoughts, you had already saw her. she couldn’t face you, not after how she cowardly left you. melissa was up and out of the store faster than she’s moved in years. unfortunately to her, you were faster, already on her tail.

“melissa! wait!” you call out, trying to sped up “you don’t get to run away this time” you grab her arm, stopping her. she turns around, her eyes meeting yours. her gaze softens, she missed being this close to you.

“i’m sorry, i cant-” you cut her off.

“you left me, in the middle of the night with a fucking note” you say, stepping closer to her.

“language, mama” your daughter says in a stern tone, your head clearing. you step back, away from melissa.

“i’m sorry, honey. it won’t happen again” you kiss her forehead “go back inside and see what flavor you want” you say, setting her on the ground. she runs inside.

“how old is she?” melissa says, her voice cracking slightly.

“four, almost five” you say before taking a deep breath “she’s yours melissa” her eyes widen as she gasps.

“she-she’s mine?” you nod, melissa walks up to the window, watching ann point at the ice cream “what’s her name?” she looks at you.

“ann y/l/n… after you” the guilt builds up in her chest, she left you with a kid to raise by yourself because she was too selfish.

“can i meet her?” she whispers.

“she deserves to know you” you walk inside before her. she lets out a shaky breath, trying to contain herself as she walks inside. the little girl turns to her and smiles at her.

“hi, i’m ann” melissa’s heart melts “who are you?” melissa looks up at you, unsure of what to say.

“baby, this is your other mama, the one i tell you about” the girl gasps.

“really!?” you nod, smiling “i’ve been waiting for you! mama says that you’ve been in outer space, helping the aliens” melissa chuckles.

“yes i have been, they told me to tell you hi” ann jumps into melissa’s arms, hugging her tightly.

“please don’t leave again” she says to her mom. melissa grabs your hand, the spark you always had years ago, came back, shocking you. you smile down at her.

“i never will, hon… not again” she says as she stares at you.

[kazehita]

hi! i noticed your recent post recommending the fic natural satellite and i think i've noticed other isat fics around your blog too. because of that, i was wondering if you had a list of recommended isat fics! i will admit i am not someone who just peruses around on ao3 but i love reading about these characters so if you have any recs, i would greatly appreciate them! thanks and i hope you have a lovely day :3

I love ALL isat fic - each and every one is so special and wonderful - but if I listed the whole archive that wouldn't really help huh... So! Im going to list just some off the top of my head., this is in no way definitive. Isat spoilers ahead - get all the way through the game and the secret before proceeding.

Big recommendation list below:

Additionally, mind the tags for each fic - I wont be specifying the content warnings here.

(don't just read the complete ones!!! Incomplete fic is just as delightful I promise :3)

Complete: Bloom - Level99Eevee Most people know it, it sits at the top of the tag! It's my every wish fulfilled for post-cannon moments.

Memories of defeat - dirtbagtrashcat Stuff in and immediately after the loops, fantastic extrapolations!!!! Very much Loop <33 I find this very grounded and realistic!!!!

Emotion Sickness - dirtbagtrashcat Post cannon fun/trauma with siffrin and the gang.

Memories of Touch - dirtbagtrashcat look i just really like their work sjkdjkfjkasdf its all good go through their profile. This is Isa thoughts.

And if I were not myself, would this be easier? - rabbit_soup Post-game! I love how they flesh out the world.

The Understudy - kittyorange Suuuuch a loop fic I love it to bits. Post cannon loop and the gang stuff.

Star-Speckled Skin - Lora_Blackmane Funn angsty moment, title is very descriptive. Lives in my head rent free.

Clinging to dying embers - Coffeewolf67 Odile's perspective of sif using the dagger. appropriate content warnings apply :)

between the end and a new start - glowingjellyfishtreelights SICKFICCC I had a very funny experience with this one where due to memory mishaps I got to read it for the first time twice! Absolute banger.

What's in a name? - Raaj Explores siffrins love of plays. I have to regularly reread this for my brain to function.

Starstruck - Dusk_Illusionist Isa yearns. The fic. It rocks.

Saturn Devouring His Son (Time Choking on Stone Choking on Blood)- BasilPaste Post cannon moment... I like it...

(Why) you can't let them know by Mayasynth sasasap fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i like it. i hold it. i like it. UGH theres more but I have already listed so many.. my other favorites... im so sorry.,.. i love you guys too... Incomplete:

How To Rest by rabbit_soup Sequel to "And if i were not myself, would this be easier?" Loop is here and I love violence.

TRY IT AGAIN, CHEATER! by discatded "[Loop returns to their own universe after everything. It's hard.]" - from the summary. Love it love it. I will never get enough of this premise.

To Extend our Reach to the Stars Above by Cinnamin_Is_a_Star "Sif if he was team rocket" and is so fun. Very excited to see this one pan out!

until we move on. by Anonymous (also known as lozy) LOOP MY BELOVED..! loop returns to their universe and promptly looses it like the universe intended. Cant get enough of it.

Natural Satellite by dirtbagtrashcat If a single fic makes me the Most insane its natural satellite if I'm honest.... like bro... It just gets right to me...

Sunder by Miranda_tries_their_best Post-cannon Loop fic!! They travel on their own for a bit (but not forever), and I love it dearly.

Face the Light by Kaimiiru Post-game, I hold it close to my heart.... Ah... It's so dear to me.

These next two are sloop so if that's not your thing you have been warned :]

raconte-moi qu’on puisse crier tout bas by bibliomaniac I'm holding this high above my head so everyone can see it the characterization is off the charts.

To Cut You Open With a Knife and Find Your Sacred Heart by Hexea_Art Changeling Loop fic!! What a fun concept. I am excited to see where it goes. yay! AGAIN... THERE ARE SO MANY I LOVE SO MUCH but im forcing myself not to look through the tag else I'd add everything. Honestly, I do recommend just launching right on into the ao3 tag for ISAT even if you aren't super familiar with ao3. Just be sure to filter out anything you don't want to see!

Consider this a good starting point ^^

[littlebluentebook]

Alastor x Sewing!Reader

Hi everyone! This is my first ever fic but I have read far more than anyone should in a lifetime! Please let me know if theres any criticism. Im open to other ideas and fandoms (that I will eventually make a list for.) I'm merging some chapters I have just because they're short or make better sense that way and tried tot keep things gender neutral. If I slipped let me know and I will go back and edit! This is probably super out of character but I did my best! Hope you all enjoy :)

Chapter 1 <3

You and your husband had always gotten along like a house on fire.

Every other week a client would come in asking for costumes and repairs for a speakeasy she sung and danced at.

"-just say Anne invited you love n' they'll be bound ta let you in!" she exclaimed while picking up her newest order for the night ahead.

"Well darling I'll just have to see if I've got any sort of plans." You said knowing full well you were going to come up with new patterns until eventually falling asleep.

"Come on Y/N, Ive been coming to you for months! Don't you want to see where all your heard work goes to?" Anne was definitely pulling your strings taking advantage of your curiosity. She had a point.

"I suppose you've gotta point Anne. What time are you starting tonight?"

"Nine!" She was bouncing up and down in excitement. " I've got to get going now doll! See you tonight!"

The jingle of the bells on the door signified she was gone. You started to realize what you agreed to and panicking.

"Oh my goodness gracious!" you stressed out loud, "what even am I going to wear! Im going to look ridiculous- I don't know a single soul there! What if I make a fool of myself?!"

Your thoughts battles for longer than you would like them to eventually grabbing a paper riddled with measurements no longer needed and started writing pros and cons of visiting Anne.

Pros: Cons:

Meeting new people! Showing up alone

Can make friends Looking like a buffoon!

New possible clients

Deducting that embarrassment is temporary, your cons list could easily be eradicated by breaking out of your shell and talking to others. Plus, Anne would be there and she was your friend... kinda? You considered her a friend but was unsure if she felt the same way. Well, she did invite you to visit her tonight, at the very least she will introduce you to her friends! There shouldn't be a worry.

With your mind finally set you heard the clock strikes four. Ashamed of how long you let your thoughts get the better of you, you got back to work. The task was to complete a keepsake blanket from a wedding. You created the dress for the newlywed, sitting for hours with her finding the perfect materials and creating patterns and designs for her. In the family, it was a tradition to create a quilt from the dress of the bride using the grooms suit as a border. All the pieces were cut and you could not wait to sew them together and create a stunning memento.

Chapter 2 <3

you knocked on a door two streets over from your shop. A short lady opened the door raising an eyebrow.

"And who might you be?"

"Im Annes... friend," you tried. "She comes to me for her outfits and graciously offered me the opportunity to come a view her performance tonight."

The lady's gaze hardened, staring at you intensely.

"It looks like I have got the wrong place then, I am so sorry to waste your time," you stammered taking a step back away from the door.

"Oh Mimzy! You mustn't be giving anyone trying to see me a hard time now!" Anne's bubbly voice spoke from behind the short lady who must be Mimzy. "Y/N is a good friend of mine! Works far too hard for me and deserves a break, plenty of time to relax!"

Mimzy bursted into a smile and reached for a hug. "of course! Welcome! Sorry for being all prude- just had to makee sure you weren't anyone coming tottery and ruin what I've got going for me here" she drawled.

"No ma'am of course not! Im just here to watch my friends performance then I'll be outta your hair, away from your 'do," you explained to Mimzy while she dragged you from the door to the bar.

"Nonsense my dear! Please have a drink and stay awhile!" you sat at the bar with Mimzy talking about how difficult it was to be a female business owner. No one takes you lot seriously!

The lights dimming and shinning on stage caught the room's attention effectively hushing all conversation. Anne sauntered to the center of the stage, dress shimmering. You recognized it as the most recent dress that you crafted for Anne. It was stunning on her.

"My oh my! Look at the handiwork that went into making that dress. Must of taken days!" a familiar voice chipped. You were unable to put a name to the voice but luckily Mimzy did it for you.

"Alastor," Goodness! The radio broadcaster! You had always loved his voice, you would have his station playing while sewing- waiting patiently for songs to end just to hear him speak. "Our dear friend Y/N made that specifically for our lovely Anne!" Mimzy exclaimed.

She admired your work while Anne sung and waltzed around the stage. You were incredibly proud of your work. Every detail of that dress took so much time and effort and turned out beautifully. The fringe was all hand cut, the lace took countless hours of stitching for the perfect design and finally the beads. Each bead had to be placed individually in the right spot on the dress to shimmer. It was a fine dress indeed.

"Y/N, how would you like to make dresses and suits for the rest of those who preform for me?" As soon as the song ended Mimzy had dropped the question, ensuring she wouldn't tale any attention away from Anne.

"Oh my! Why I would be honored and ecstatic to! Thank you so much for the opportunity Mimzy!" You were so excited! Sure the flapper dresses were hard work and time consuming, but now, seeing how they looked on a stage, in front of an audience, made you realize you didn't mind all the time and effort it took into making them.

Mimzy left her seat in an excited hurry to go get paperwork for you.

"You know," the broadcaster- Alastor leaned over Mimzy's now empty seat, "she goes on and on about how beautiful Annes dresses on stage are." The comment caused you to blush but he continued, grabbing your hand gently. "I must agree with her, although the lady behind the creation of this wonderful attire is much more beautiful than what she creates."

With that Alastor kissed the back of your hand with his lips. You were speechless.

Mimzy came back with paperwork and Alastor smiled at you. The three of you spent hours conversing, telling both jokes and stories.

"Oh my!" You glanced at the nearest clock- almost one in the morning. "I have got to get going! I have to open the shop in the morning."

"Do you ever take days off darling?" Alastor asked softly.

"Only Sundays. No one is out on Sundays!"

"Goodness! -at least let me walk you home. You know its not safe for a lovely person such as yourself to be out alone this late."

"Are you sure? I don't want to inconvenience you at all Alastor."

"Of course I'm sure dear, its not an inconvenience if its you." The words were rolling off his tongue and you blushed so hard it could have matched his vest.

"Your performance was amazing Anne! You are so talented, I have definitely been missing out, I am going to come back to watch you! " Enthusiasm and pride towards your friend took over. You wanted to let her know what you thought before you suddenly ran off.

"Thank you for coming out tonight for me. Sure was nice seeing a friend in the crowd!" A jittery wave of happiness washed through you at her last statement.

"Im so glad to hear you enjoyed yourself!" Mimzy gushed to you giving a farewell hug. "Blessed to know you'll be coming back doll."

"Of course! You have an amazing place Mimzy. This is a pleasant change of scenery compared to what I'm used to!"

With your goodbyes concluded you walked out the door arm in arm with Alastor.

[hauntedfoxhut]

Earth42!Miles Morales x F!reader

Warnings: discussion, blood, anxiety, stress

Fluff, a bit of angst but fluff

Spoilers ahead (spider man across the spider verse)!!

You’re the spider woman of the reality E42, but your boyfriend is your worst enemy, The Prowler

Miles/Prowler POV!

My day started so perfect but now here I am, on the floor, my nose is bleeding, I can feel bruises around my chest, looking straight to her “eyes”, that spider women, I hate her, people call her spider cherry because of her smell and her dark red clothes…. She’s hypnotizing, the way she moves, I can badly defend myself.

- You will never win this fight! I’m the hero and you’re the villain, can’t you understand? Why do you keep trying so hard??!

Her voice, so familiar, my heart jumped a beat, I looked scared, behind that mask I hold my tears… my enemy… no… It can’t be.

I decide to run away, go back home fast as possible, I wore a coat to hide my Prowler suit, and the rest like the claws and the boots I hide it under the bed, and called her… Y/N… I need to talk to her

Y/N POV

After that strange battle against the prowler I felt weird, like something wasn’t right, when I arrived my bedroom my phone started to ring, the name on the screen *Papi 💍❤️*, but it’s 3am, why he’s awake?

I answer the call -Hii Babe what’s wrong?

- nothing serious mami I just… wanted to talk to you, can you come over?

- Sure, I’ll get there in 20 minutes, let me just pack a couple of clothes

- Ok Honey… see ya

- Byee babe

After packing a couple of comfortable clothes I run to Miles apartment, was dark, i knocked at his bedroom door, *get in*, I entered, his room was clean and very organized, probably Rio cleaned his room today, I can clearly smell his perfume, he was sitting on his window, looking dead in my eyes, even looking like he wanted to read my soul.

- So… are you going to tell me the truth?

- the truth? What are you talking about?

- you’re the spider women, aren’t you ?

I looked a him in disbelief, how? Since when?... years of hiding from your parents, your grandparents, your friends but now, he knows.

- Go on and explain to me when you had this stupid idea? Just because I spend a lot of time out?

- Take of your sweater, show me your arms, now!

If I show him my arms he’ll see the bruises from the last fight, I can’t handle that, the pressure filled my eyes with tears, I started to shake… Why is he doing this to me?

- Miles, please, understand, give time to explain…

- GO ON Y/N EXPLAIN THEN!! I’ve been giving you a lot of time… I gave you so much time that I don't even recognize you anymore

His voice, is shaking, he’s almost crying, all I can do is holding him in my arms very tightly, but I’m the one who’s crying now, that guilty is making my heart get even more heavy, that’s all my fault.

- Miles, don’t cry honey, please

- Y/N… please, don’t hide it from me, I want to take care of you, after my father’s death I have the duty to protect them, and you my dear, I can’t live without you…

I look up and I see him, his face, so beautiful but now he’s trying too hard to don’t cry, even his mouth is shaking holding the sobs, he hold my face with both of his hands, drying my tears with the thumbs.

- Bae… look in my eyes, I love you and that’s why I want you safe, promise to me that you’ll be careful, Please!

- I will, I promise

He leave the hug and close the window, the curtains too, the room gets darker, just a fine line of light coming from the door, suddenly, his clothes started to glow, that purple light….

- No… It can’t be…. You’re…

- Im the Prowler… I’m sorry but I can’t hide it anymore… I was planning to tell you, but I needed to know about you first

He takes off his jacket, that suit in black with metal pieces reflecting the purple neon, he looked down feeling shame, he kneeled on the floor, and then he hold your hand, very tightly

- Now… I know you’re confused and very mad at me, but understand, I had to do it, I need to protect you from this city, I wasn’t there to protect my father, but I am here and I can protect you my love.

I kneel to slowly pull his head up so he can look into my eyes, my eyes are soft and transmitting a comfortable look, I chuckle and place a kiss on his forehead.

- Babe, we can do this together, protecting each other and the others, and please forgive me for kicking your belly, I’m so sorry honey… And also, don’t cut my suit with that claws again, please

He smirk and place a cute kiss on my cheek, he hold me in his arms again placing his head on my shoulder smelling my floral perfume.

- let’s just hug and watch a movie, that’s the only thing I need by now, you, a blanket, a lot o pillows and cuddles. Please.

- Whatever you want honey, let’s take off these suits, by the way let me borrow your shirt again, I love your perfume, and they are comfy

He just open his wardrobe taking a huge shirt with a prowler graffiti drawn on it, but there was a bow on the shirt, like a gift

- I was planning to give you this, when I finally got brave enough to tell you all of this, so… did you liked it?

Your eyes just glowed, that neon painting looks amazing and smell like him, it’s a cotton shirt with a cute pink bow

- I loved it!!! That’s so amazing Miles!

- I am glad you liked it… ugh…

- What happened??

Miles fall on the floor holding his heart, her face shows a pain semblance, and you look scared to him.

- I am dying…. From cuteness, hahahahah

He start to laugh and your scared face turns into a grumpy stare, you felt worried but now all you want to do is slap him.

- Next time I’ll let you agonizing on the floor

He quickly get up and grab you, holding your body in the bride style.

{TIME SKIP}

Now it’s 05:30

Im lying on the couch with Miles on me holding my body while he sleeps, he feel asleep hours ago hearing my heartbeat, he’s snoring a bit, his mouth a bit opened, looks like a child sleeping, I start to skretch his hair trying to don’t undo his braids, I braided his hair almost 5 days ago and it looks untouched, he’s being very careful with my hard work.

Everything would be so more simple if we weren’t who we are, him being the Prowler and my boyfriend, me being the spider woman dating one of the most dangerous villains in New York, I wish we could spend all day like this, just sharing love… I love this boy… I can’t let anyone hurt him anymore, that’s a promise.

I receive a message from Ganke Lee, he’s my right hand, he send me a message about the prowler, I just ignored, I’ll keep the city a bit more safer keeping the “prowler” in my arms, I answered the message

Y/N

Don’t worry Ganke, I have everything under control 😉👌

I told the truth in the message he just don’t know how I’m handling it.

And I just went back to sleep with my lovely boy who has all my heart and devotion❤️

[chimachapterbooks]

Fear of Fire

It was evening in Chima.

Light from the campfire flickered across Laval's face as he and his friends mapped out their latest strategy to battle the Hunters.

It was a good plan: use Fire CHI to scatter the Saber Tooth Tigers and Mammoths into smaller groups. That way, it would be easier to defend against them.

There was just one problem.

"I said no," snarled Worriz. "Do you need me to spell it? N-O."

Laval sighed. It was the fifth plan using Fire CHI that Worriz had shot down.

"So, what's your great idea?" snapped Cragger. "Growl at them? Yeah, that will send the Hunters running."

"Hey, my Wolf Pack can scare anyone off!" Worriz replied hotly.

"Sure, 'cause no one wants to catch your fleas," snorted Cragger.

"Guys!" Laval cut in. "We're supposed to be planning an attack on the Hunters, not fighting with each other- so knock it off!!!”

"Oh, I’ve had enough," grumbled Cragger, getting to his feet. "Every time we try to map out a strategy, old fur-and-claws here says no."

"Maybe Worriz has a good reason," Eris said.

Everyone looked at the Wolf, waiting for him to explain.

But Worriz’s only response was "Count me out, and the Wolves with me." Then he rose and walked away.

"He's chicken," said Cragger. "We should just go ahead without him and his pack."

It was hard not to think that Cragger was right. What other reason could there be for Worriz's behavior? Now that the tribes had the Fire CHI, they had a real chance to defeat the Hunters. But Worriz didn't seem to want to attack.

"Wolves are known for many things, my friend," said Razar. "But fear is not one of them."

"Well, something is bothering him," said Laval, standing up. "And I am going to find out what it is."

"Do you need our help?" asked Eris.

Laval shook his head.

"I think I'd better handle this by myself, pride leader to pack leader."

Laval followed Worriz all the way back to where the Wolf Pack had made camp. He found the Wolves pacing restlessly. Laval decided to stay downwind so the Pack wouldn't pick up his scent just yet. The night breeze carried their conversations to where Laval hid behind a bush.

"When are we going to fight?"

"What's all this sitting around for?"

"Are we Wolves or not?"

"You know, if you are going to spy on us, you might make a little less noise on your approach."

Laval jumped. That voice had come from behind him. It belonged to Windra, the white Wolf. She smiled menacingly.

"I was just ... well ... yes, I was eavesdropping," said Laval. "I needed to know—"

"Why the Wolves won't fight the way you want us to?" Windra finished for him. "Come with me."

Laval followed Windra quietly around the pack's makeshift camp. Well away from here the Wolves were talking, Windra showed Laval a pile of Fire CHI. It looked like the Wolf Tribe had never used any of the Fire CHI they had been given by the Phoenix Tribe.

"It's the only weapon powerful enough to defeat the Hunters," said Windra, "but Worriz won't let us use it. He won't even tell us why. Now that you know, maybe you can change his mind."

——————————————

The next day, Laval took Worriz aside. "We have something to do."

"What?" grumbled the Wolf.

"Eris was just on a scouting mission. She spotted some Saber Tooth Tigers on the move. It looked like they were going to attack the Wolf Pack camp from the east. If we move fast, we can cut them off."

"Just the two of us?" Worriz asked. "Not that I mind getting my paws dirty, but two against Tigers seems a little nuts."

"Don't worry. We have this," Laval said, producing an orb of Fire CHI.

Worriz looked like he had smelled something bad.

"Not for me, thanks."

"Then I'll use it," said Laval. "Let's go."

The two warriors slipped out of camp. They moved as quietly as they could through the forest, watching for Hunters or any other threat. After a while, Laval spotted what he had come for: a huge pile of ice blocks across the forest path.

"I thought I heard something behind us," said the Lion.

"Im going to go check it out. Here, you use the Fire CHI to melt that ice barrier."

Worriz frowned. "Why can't we just climb over it?"

"We don't have time," Laval replied. "Just melt it"

Laval ran off, leaving Worriz holding the Fire CHI as far away from his body as he could. The Lion was sure Worriz would use the CHI if he thought the safety of his tribe was at stake. And after that, all the Wolves would be able to use it. There weren't actually any Saber Tooths anywhere around-it was all just a trick. A pretty clever one, Laval thought.

I'll just go around that bend and that will be far enough.

Then I'll turn back, thought the Lion. He jogged around a patch of trees... and found himself staring right at four Saber Tooth Tigers!

Their eyes widened at the sight of him and fierce smiles crossed their lips. Laval made a U-turn and ran as fast as he could back toward Worriz.

The Wolf was stil looking back and forth between the fire CHI and the ice blocks when Laval returned.

"Go! Move! Run!" yelled Laval. "Saber Tooths!"

Worriz started scrambling up the pile of ice. "I thought you said they were coming from the east."

"Those were made-up Tigers," Laval said, climbing rapidly up the barrier. "These are real!"

They made it to the top and didn't take time to look back. They half climbed, half slid down the other side.

"We need to lead them away from our camps," said Laval.

"There's high ground just ahead," said Worriz. "Maybe we can hold them off from there. It's just past the river."

Laval suddenly slowed. "The river?"

"Yeah. What are you waiting for?"

"Me and water... don't get along," said Laval. "I really, really don't like it."

"You mean like how I don't like Fire CHI?" Worriz sneered. "I really don't like it, either. But you keep trying to make me use it."

Behind them, the Saber Tooths had reached the top of the ice barrier.

"We'd better move," said Laval. "Find a place where one of us can CHI up."

"It’ll be you," said Worriz. "Fire and I don't get along."

"I don't get it." Laval cried as they ran. "Wolves use torches and campfires all the time."

"That’s different!" Worriz leapt over a frozen tree trunk.

"This Fire CHI is real power, blasting from your hands and roasting everything around you. I... I don't know if i can control it."

They had reached the riverbank now. The partially frozen water flowed just quickly enough to make Laval shudder. He looked over his shoulder. The Tigers were gaining.

"All right, listen. We need to lead them to the high ground away from our camps so we can fend them off. I’m going to swim across the river even if it terrifies me, because I have to. I'm not going to let down my tribe. And once we're on the other side, I'll use the Fire CHI and drive the tigers off."

Without another word, Laval plunged into the icy water.

Worriz was surprised to find himself actually feeling real respect for the Lion. But with Saber Tooths breathing down his neck, there was no time to get all warm and fuzzy. Worriz followed him in.

The half-frozen water swirled around them.

"Come on," Laval gasped, shivering in the freezing cold. "We're almost there—"

Suddenly, a chunk of ice snagged Lava's cape and dragged him down! In a splash, the Lion disappeared beneath the swirling ice and waves!

Worriz swam hard to the spot where the Lion had sunk and dove under. He reached blindly, his lungs burning from the strain of holding his breath. Finally, he felt Laval's mane. He grabbed a furry fistful and pulled as hard as he could. Laval popped up over the surface, coughing and sputtering.

Together, they made it to the other side of the river.

But Laval was exhausted and shivering badly.

"Use the CHI!" Laval gasped. "I can't do it now. Use it or the Tigers will get us both-and maybe our tribes, too!”

Worriz looked hard at Laval, and then at the Tigers, who were already halfway across the river. Then he shut his eyes and plugged the CHI Orb into his harness.

Instantly, he felt a fiery surge of energy filling his whole body. He had the power, but more than that, he was in control of it.

The Wolf opened his eyes and snarled at the Tigers. "Oh, are you boys going to be sorry."

Unleashing his new energy, Worriz created a wall of flame in front of the Saber Tooths. They immediately backed off.

"What's the matter?" yelled Worriz. "Not afraid of a little fire, are you?"

Without waiting for an answer, the Wolf helped Laval to his feet and the two ran off as fast as they could back to the camps.

Later that night, Worriz came up to Laval by the campfire. "Wolves don't say thank you, so that's not what I'm saying," he said. "Okay, maybe you helped me out back there... a little … but this isn't a thank you."

"Okay," said Laval, grinning.

"I just have one question," Worriz said. "Did you really run into trouble in that river? Or was that just another way to get me to use the Fire CHI?"

"Oh, that." Laval chuckled. "I don't know if I could have made it across on my own or not. But I do know one thing. I’m glad I was able to count on you when it mattered the most”

[owatazumi]

Hey can you do an idol Ni-ki x black fanreader and can it be like a series (even short or small) if you can where they get close and become friends and then fall in love or what ever

Also they make out ( sometime or like in the story)

SORRY IF THIS IS WEIRD

featuring nishimura riki & black!fan!female!reader genre school au strangers2friends fluff twoshot warnings swearing and cussing lmk if i missed anything. a/n thanks for the request and don’t worry about it, everything’s cool !! i hope you’re okay with a twoshot and do tell if you want me to add anything to the storyline !!

pt.2

have fun ~

january 6th.

the beginning of a new year in school is always hard, isn’t it? not exactly. i used to go to an all girls school in simsbury, connecticut where i was usually one of the top ranked students. i never had a problem with getting used to new environments since i love trying new things and getting to know people. after my mom and dad got divorced my dad found a new lover when i was around six or seven. we moved to south korea together with his new wife and my half-sister zoey. im already seventeen, in the middle of puppetry yet my grades seem to never fail which is why im supposed to help some classmates every day after school. i had no idea who i was supposed to meet since my teacher said nothing but “meet him in the library.” which didn’t give me much information about the boy i’m supposed to be teaching something.

until…

“excuse me? you’re y/n, right?”

i feel a tap on my shoulder as soon as i sat down on one of the armchairs in the large library. “yeah, who’s ask—“ my eyes widen when i find out about who the yet unknown person is…

“niki?! y-you go to school here?!” my eyes widen in shock as i notice who i actually have in front of me… relax y/n, it’s just— ni-ki

“ i do but i also don’t. it’s complicated…” he scratches the back of his head with a soft yet clearly visible grin on his lips. he lets his tongue glide over his lips before speaking up again with a slightly shaky voice, seemingly a little nervous now that he knows that you seem to know him.

“so uhm… you’re good at english and stuff?” that makes you chuckle. “i guess i am, yeah” a soft smile is glued to your face as you notice him nervously looking off to the side.

“would you mind helping me? i-i’m kinda behind everyone else in our grade and i’d like to change that now…” his eyes avoid yours while he fiddles with a pen in his left hand nervously. you smile up at him in a kind way before pointing over at the armchair beside you, motioning him to sit down with you.

“i can teach you some stuff but i’m sure you’re already very good at english!” you beam him a smile before getting a notebook from out of your schoolbag that sits beside your chair. “write down five sentences about yourself. i’ll correct the things that are wrong.”

and that’s how our friendship started.

september 24th.

“ayo!” a loud voice shouts from behind me as i make my way to school, schoolbag on my shoulders. “you got them goddess braids that i recommended you to get…!” ni-kis face appears beside my own as his arm swings around my shoulder. “you know… i love the way they look on you…”

he seems to be very excited to see that i actually did what he recommended. “had nothing else in mind” i roll my eyes playfully and the corners of my lips pull up into a smirk. obviously he notices that i’m not saying the truth and pokes my side “yeah yeah of course” a soft chuckle escapes his lips and i start laughing with him, cheeks flushed slightly from happiness…

october 6th.

“wanna put these clips in your hair… they’re so pretty” ni-ki came over right after school ended. he decided to sleep over for the weekend because they’re going on a tour in a few weeks.

“go ahead then” i beam him a smile, making myself more comfortable on the floor while he sits on my bed, his feet reaching the floor beside my hips. he started to carefully put some cute clips in my hair around my braids right when i gave him permission to do so and i could just feel the happy and excited smile lingering on his lips.

“when are you guys gonna leave?” i ask with a soft tone as my eyes are glued to the tv where we put on a show we both like watching together. after some time of decorating my braids he gives my head a a few pats before answering me. “two weeks. on thursday.” my eyes widen as i turn around in surprise, a scoff of disbelief escaping my lips.

“so in the middle of a school week once again? you do know you should be going to school right?” i roll my eyes and lean my head back, laying it on his lap with a slightly annoyed expression on my face while i stare to the side. he noticed my disappointment and lets out a chuckle before placing his hands on my shoulder giving me a soft massage.

“do i now?” he asks with a teasing tone. “yeah… with me.” i couldn’t help but let out a sigh before turning around and now sitting in front of him face to face and looking up into his eyes.

“what’s my reason to go to school now, huh? fuck the good grades, i don’t care about them…” my voice softens and he could definitely tell the difference between my usual happy and energetic personality and now. im more than disappointed and sad about him leaving once again but i guess he already knows that…

“so you don’t care about the several praises that the teachers give you? the good grades and the head pats your dad gives you? you don’t give a fuck about that, hm?” he slowly leans down to my face with that usual smug grin as his hands rest on both sides of my face. “you don’t give a fuck about that?” my head nods almost automatically. “i want you… and i need you…” i was basically begging god to make him kiss me already. kiss me kiss me kiss me!

“mhm? oh yeah?” he leans even closer now, his lips right beside my ear, whispering all his words in such a delicate tone… it could make me melt right here right now.

“kiss me…” he whispers in that same tone and i react immediately, pulling him in by his collar making our lips connect. it was hectic but it was full of affection and love…

and that’s just the beginning…

@j-wyoung @lacieeeeee00

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[lightningbluephoenix]

Guiding Light

For many years i have struggled with mental health and much more and even now im still learning and navigating both this world and my own which i reside in my own reality. But no matter what struggle i face, somehow there has always been something within that has fought it off so effortlessly without fail. I tend to imagine this thing as a ball of light, melting off the chains and outshining the dark and shadows. There have been times where it has dwindled in the harsh, dark, stormy winds but even then, it had regained its renewed spark and as usual vanishes it but not for good as it still lingers.

Just like the phoenix, it can rise through anything on any occasion. I believe other people have this too, they may have just not found it yet or may have lost it and in search of gaining it back or even at that point where they are just hanging on by a finger to keep it with them. They can be many ways one can gain their light and keep it strong, but for me its cause i have something to fight for, always have a reason to keep my head high and look ahead instead of always looking behind me. Always trying to stay in the light when things get tough and let it comfort me and make it go away, sit outside or go on a walk and connect with the light of the sun and nature all around. Feel myself part ways with humanity and just be me, to not follow or even listen to the crowed and those who lead them for i am my own leader and guide.

Your way of gaining and holding onto that light may be different for you, but everyone has one, so please don't ever give up and push past all those dark times and moments like how the Phoenix rises from the ashes. Try to find that thing that keeps you here and gives you a purpose, what is it that drives you and pushes you to the right path for you. Even if it feels like you wanna give up so badly, please don't cause there is so much more in this world and in your own than you realize, even if you may disagree with me.

This may not help for most but i wanna help others and guide them through tough times like i do for those close to me. Give them a sense of hope and not feel like they're stuck in a constant loop in which they think they can't get out of, but i know they can and there is always a way through even if it may seem impossible. Please don't be afraid to push through, i know it hurts and its easier said than done but don't be afraid to let other people in and help you and point you in the right direction. Getting help doesn't make you weak, it makes you strong knowing that you can't do this on your own. There will always be someone to help you out of that hole and cycle and guide you along the way no matter what it takes.

Please don't be hard on yourself if you don't succeed the first time or couple of times, its gonna take multiple tries but you will definitely get there.

[im-minorly-stuck]

“i was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere” - Taylor Swift, this is me trying

This lyric has and will always have a special place in my heart. I fell in love with it from the moment i listened to this is me trying for the very first time, though I wouldn’t fully understand its true meaning until years later. It resonated with me in such a deep manner from the very beginning and, whether i related it to getting a C+ on my 10th grade trigonometry math quiz or to being on the edge of dropping out of high school during my senior year, it has accompanied me throughout all the times where i simply couldn’t get on top of it.

Looking back at it, it’s funny to think how much my perspective of things has changed since this song entered my life, believe it or not, the first time i found myself relating to this lyric was during a period of time where I was at, as much as i hate to call it this, my peak (academically at least). I was 15 and coursing the second year of my IGCSE’s, I was working hard, had an obnoxious amount of academic motivation (thank you Rory Gilmore), and was overall everything you needed to be to get called a “model student” on your report card. Growing up with untreated Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, this period of time was the most validated i had ever been in my life. My parents were proud, my teachers were happy, people were asking me for help in school— I was everything i always aspired to be. So yeah, when i got that C+ on a math quiz, my world crumbled down. Looking back at it, that was the smallest of problems in the whole world, i ended up getting one of the 5 best scores on the IGCSEs out of the 100 students in my class. Man, at the time i was being told if i kept it up i would end up at Harvard.

Sorry for the yapping, i promise, there’s a point im going to make. So, why do i say i wouldn’t learn the true meaning of these lyrics until years later— if you had told 15 year old me i would be where i am right now, you would probably get slapped in the face. “i was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere” I entered my senior year of high school being told i was an “Academic Weapon” and when this label was suddenly ripped off from me, it was like i had no purpose anymore. When a ton of small things and situations (that i wont mention not because they weren’t significant but because they don’t deserve to be dwelled on) collided, i hit rock bottom. Everything that was once so important to me did not matter anymore. I went from being the top student to missing school once or twice a week, as much as i tried to get back on track i couldn’t, and the buildup of this constant disappointment and frustration resulted in the worst possible situation a student like me could end up in— not caring. I went from straight A’s to not being able to get out of bed in the mornings.

“fell behind all my classmates and i ended up here”. Fast forward to today: as im writing this, im sitting on my bed (not the uncomfortable, twin-sized dorm bed that, ironically, I long for over my memory-foam queen bed at home) trying to find something to do with my life. I graduated high school in June, something that during the first months of this year i didn’t think was possible. I didn’t drop out, and i finished the IB diploma with a somewhat decent score (nowhere near the score in the 40s that i was sure i would achieve before everything went down but not horrible either), i did things that right now seem like the bare minimum but in January they weren’t even a possibility for me. But now, here I am at home because, in the end, I decided to take a gap year—not really my decision, but rather something i was forced to do in order to recover from the chaos that was last year. I wouldn’t be sitting at home right now if college applications didn’t turn into a fiasco, to say the least. I started the year as motivated as one could be, but when the time came to finally apply, my state of mind ruined everything i had prepared for in the past years. I didn’t do my college research at all, I only applied to those schools whose name has been glorified in the media— NYU, Yale, UChicago to name a few. Realistically, i had no chance at being admitted, but i guess i wanted to hold onto that superiority complex of being the very best. My essays were an awful combination of bland ideas and ChatGPT— I just know the admissions officers laughed when they read “In the complex tapestry that is” as the opening sentence of my common app essay. So, obviously, there came rejection after rejection. I was accepted to one school in Canada, a school that i hate and had no plans to attend.

So here I am, reminiscing on everything i could’ve done better so that i wouldn’t be stuck at home, playing dress to impress religiously and bed rotting all day instead of being at college doing what i love. I haven’t come to peace with me taking this year off, cause frankly, i love learning, and being at home with nothing to do has me spiraling. The hardest part is seeing everyone being where i want to be, while i’m stuck, trying to figure out anything that would make this year not be a complete waste of my time.

This is definitely not where i thought i would be right now, and i can’t help but feel angry at my past self for not caring enough to do something about it. I’m still working on coming to terms with the fact that im here and there’s nothing i can do to change it.

i was so ahead of the curve, i was everything i wanted to be, and being a high achiever academically was my whole sense of identity. But then, when life was not being great to me, the curve became a sphere, and suddenly i was trying to live up to what i once was, i was behind after being at the very top. I fell behind all my classmates, i missed more than 20% of the school year, i wasn’t keeping up with what a senior in high school is supposed to. So, i ended up here, not enrolled at a university, not knowing what i’m doing and trying to find something to feel useful.

Even though this isn’t where I expected to be, I’m learning to make the most of it. I’ve started working through college applications again, but this time with a clearer sense of direction. I found an online course in neuroscience—something I love—which has helped me feel like I’m not wasting time. It’s also made me realize that my true passion lies in medicine, not just research. So, while this gap year wasn’t part of the original plan, I’m trying to use it to regroup and grow. I might not have control over the past, but I’m determined to shape what comes next.

Thank you for listening to my yapping (that probably reads as a cry for help), i don’t know what this blog will turn into, right now im just trying to reflect and find peace in my journey. Thank you for being here to listen to my chaotic thoughts— talk soon <3

[viccharine]

trying some shit out

[commentary under the cut]

like two weeks ago in preparation for my 17 hour flight, i downloaded a bunch of fanfiction because why would i pay for in-flight wifi????? but GET THIS, to my absolute DISMAY, none of it actually downloaded for some reason (I didn’t bother to check on it beforehand due to the haze of TSA-induced stress)

anyway, stuck on a plane, iPad and Apple Pencil in hand, headphones plugged in, no fanfiction to keep my occupied, and 17 hours ahead of me, I did the only reasonable thing and watched Mamma Mia 2: Here We Go Again TWICE!

and then I saw the person in front of me also pull out their iPad and start drawing so then I was like UGH FINE and started doing that as well—that’s how I got this piece! this is the first time in a while that I have been able to draw original art in one sitting and let me tell you it was lowk the most stressful experience of my life—im trying to get myself back into making art regularly instead of throwing something out maybe once every two months (IF that) but man is it difficult!

I fear I have developed an aversion to making art, some sorta cycle of me wanting to create art, being disappointed by how hard it is, getting upset over not practicing as much as I should have, and then quitting because im too frustrated—maybe in the new year I’ll actually put some more effort into correcting this so I am not miserable every year

you guys remember when I drew Ryan Ross everyday for like a week to get myself back into making art? maybe I will do that again, but like with Patrick Stump or something.

before I sign off (is anyone actually reading this?), I have a hell of a cold right now which marks the fourth or fifth year in a row that I have been sick on new year’s—is this just a me problem, or does anyone else miraculously manifest a cold the minute people start talking about New Year’s resolutions?

anyway, nice talking to all of you, and if you made it this far you should tell me what your favorite non-mammal animal is. k thx byeeeeeeeeeeeee!

[vvkiflo]

Monica & Irene - based on a real story.

i have a perfect life.

im popular in school

i have many friends

my home life is not so perfect

but im happy.

sometimes.

everyone has voices in their head,

they’re either the good voices

or the bad ones, no in between.

but mines is right next to me

its a girl at my school.

shes not real.. at least i think.

shes odd.

she sticks to me at school and tries to talk to me.

i ignore her, of course.

because shes not real.

but theres some moments where she will speak directly to my friends.

i don’t.. have an explanation for that.

like i said,

shes odd.

Irene is odd.

“Monica!”

i ignore her.

she starts talking about herself.

Irene tells me that she cut herself last night.

why would she tell me that?

i mean, i cut myself too. but i don’t tell anyone.

but then again,

Irene isn’t real.

she isn’t real.

but when i walk into the bathroom and i see tissues and tissues used to clean up blood…

why do i think of Irene?

im going crazy.

that night, i cut myself.

i haven’t done that in awhile.

it felt good.

the next day, Irene asks me if i cut myself too.

i am not surprised that she knows.

because after all, Irene is me.

I think.

I ignore her again.

I walk into my class and she walks into hers.

I talk to my friends and act like nothing happened.

one day, Irene was gone.

she disappeared. literally.

i thought i finally stopped hallucinating.

the voice in my head was gone.

finally.

I soon put two and two together and realize Irene was put in a mental hospital.

good. i thought.

but doesn’t that mean shes real?

Irene comes back and starts telling me about her mental hospital visit.

i ignore her.

suddenly, she grabs my wrist and starts running with me.

it was embarrassing.

but Irene was laughing.

she looked happy.

this time, it was impossible to ignore her.

i ask her, “who are you”

Irene looks at me in confusion.

she doesn’t get the chance to answer me.

a school counselor takes her from me and walks away.

I pay no mind and go to class.

she isn’t real. she isn’t real.

i repeat to myself over and over again.

im going crazy.

now theres more voices.

im hearing too much.

they tell me to get up and go to the bathroom.

they tell me to go into a stall and cut myself.

they tell me, “go deeper, Monica”

“Kill yourself, Monica.”

before i knew it, i had seriously cut myself.

id need stitches.

i start to cry.

i miss… Irene.

I walk out the bathroom with a bloody arm.

I make blood marks where i walk on the floor.

wheres Irene?

I miss Irene.

obviously, someone comes up to me.

They tell me something, they look concerned.

I look beyond them, wheres Irene?

they ask me questions.

i don’t answer. more like, i cant hear them.

nothing makes sense.

i feel like i am floating.

off into the ocean

with my two arms and legs paralyzed.

i cant move.

do i even have arms and legs?

who am i?

when i come to, i find myself in a hospital.

there are two people tending to my cut.

i still cant understand them.

are they speaking english?

are they speaking spanish?

i cant tell.

they put me in a wheelchair and wheel me to a different room.

in this room, there are more kids.

they look crazy.

i shouldn’t be here.

wheres Irene?

i still don’t know whats going on.

i want to tell Irene what happened.

i want to tell Irene that im scared.

the voices in my head speak to me again.

Monica, you have to run.

Monica, they’re trying to hurt you.

Monica, please get to safety.

Monica, theres someone behind you.

woah. what was that?

Monica, if you turn around, it’ll slit your throat.

I listen.

I look straight ahead to where the nurses continue to communicate with me.

they cant see the person trying to kill me right now.

I sit there and refuse to move for who knows how long.

the voices speak again.

Monica, it has a knife to your throat.

Im scared.

I turn around and look for the killer.

no one is there.

its a wall with animals dressed as nurses, telling kids to brush their teeth.

I let out a sigh of relief and cry.

I am crying so hard i think i might die.

I feel something sharp on my wrist.

ice.

the nurses are pressing ice against my wrist to bring me back.

they put me to sleep and i let them.

when i wake up, i can understand them this time.

they ask me if i remember yesterday.

i tell them no, i can only remember Irene, the cut, and the killer.

they write all of this down, i assume.

they ask me, who is Irene?

I tell them Irene is a physical voice in my head.

I tell them Irene is me.

They ask me on my interactions with Irene.

i tell them i ignore her, because shes not real.

i tell them she talks to the people around me sometimes, which i don’t understand.

they ask me if i see her outside of school.

i tell them i only see her at certain times at school.

They tell me Irene is real.

I tell them no shes not, and that they’re crazy.

They move on and ask, “who’s the killer?”

“I don’t know, I just met him.” i say.

They write this down and ask me more questions, but i don’t really remember them.

They tell me they have decided to diagnose me with Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), Anxiety, and Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)

i freak out when they tell me this.

“Im not crazy!” i yell. i tell them to let me go home, im not crazy.

i start crying and get up to leave.

the nurses grab me by my arms to get me to not leave.

I start sobbing and i cant stop.

a nice nurse sits me down and helps me calm down.

afterwards, a therapist comes in and talks to me about my new diagnosis.

i don’t listen, im tired.

once the therapist is done, they send me to sleep.

i miss Irene.

i don’t really remember the rest of my visit. i lost track of time.

soon, they told me i was well enough to go back into the real world.

i was scared.

the killer was going to come back and slit my throat.

someone was going to kidnap me.

but its okay, because in the real world, Irene was there for me.

This time, i would welcome her.

kiss her on the forehead and greet her with open arms.

[rpbtgirl]

I have to wonder, it’s not even lunch yet and I am having all these deep thoughts, realizations, and feelings, what is going on here. There is definitely a shift happening. I am having a hard time doing any of the work I’m supposed to do and almost solely focused on how I am feeling and my new self imposed mission. I want, no, at this point, I need him to see me, to be exposed to him. I am trying to think of any excuse to go into his office, to talk to him, to find some way to get this ball rolling. Happy little coincidence, he comes to my desk to talk about some project and something going on that I’ll need to take care of. I’m being very attentive, listening carefully, he always leans on my desk when he explains something, propped up on both hands hovering a little in front and above me sitting. Now I have a couple of questions, I lean back a little in my office chair with my hands on my belly when I feel my dress move up a little as I lean, another happy little accident. I don’t expose anything but the hem of my dress is close, any further and I’m showing lip. There’s that spot in my mind that just wants to pull my dress up for full show and I am actually having to fight the urge, but there are others that might see and I’m not wanting that. We finish our discussion, he stands up, looks at me and gives me a big smile. He either isn’t noticing how high up my skirt is or he is just really good with peripheral vision and is keeping it cool because I’m not seeing much of a reaction. 😡

He’s back in his office, oops I forgot to ask him something so I have to toddle in there. Now I am the one leaning on his desk, sort of beside him. The way I’m leaning my dress has pulled up in the back and if someone could see in the windows they would see my ass peeking out from under, well that thought gave me even more of a charge. I reach to pint at something on the screen and two things happen, my dress pulls up a little more and I find that the corner of his desk is at just the right height in this position that it makes contact with my very achey and very needy pussy. I lowered myself just a little to get a bit more pressure, my GOD, my eyes almost rolled back in my head and almost came right there. I felt so depraved, I really don’t know what else to call it, that my urges and pussy were in charge and I’m humping the corner of this guys desk right next to him. All done discussion, I have to go back to my desk but I just want to keep going, to have him call me out on it but he doesn’t, he’s either oblivious or a very cool guy. Straighten up to head back to my desk, my mind is a mess, I can’t think straight other than the NSFW thought racing through there. Im getting nothing done, I can’t concentrate, can’t focus, he’ll at this point if it wasn’t for autocorrect I wouldn’t even be able to send an email. He come out of his office, walks to the end of the hall to the stairs for the side entrance, smoke break, asks if I am coming……I was so focused on all my dirty little thoughts it felt like he asked if I was cumming 🤣. I was all flustered What?!? No?!? I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, was I touching myself and not even realizing it?!? No no, he’s asking you if you want to join him…no I’m not a smoker but I do vape. he heads through the door and starts down ahead of me, he’s hit the landing and starting down the second set of stairs that doubles back when I pop through the door at the upper landing, he looks up, is that a little twinkle I see in his eyes? There’s a grin and he looks away, could he see up my dress from that angle? He must have been able to!!! Another rush come over me, I’m all giggles, I’m bouncing down the stairs. He’s already outside when I get to the bottoms and like a little kid playing with her dress I hop off the last stair and flick my dress up exposing myself to the stairwell, nobody sees but it’s fun and feels good. Gather myself and step outside.

[raviosprovidence]

I'm sure this is a struggle many writers can relate to so im just here to get my feelings out

So for background, I want to be a screenwriter. I've always been fascinated by stories blah blah blah you know the drill. When I was about 15/16, I created my own urban fantasy universe that i now dub the MTU (mythic telivised universe). Over the years, many stories within this universe came and went, and as of right now, I have 3 *solid, defined shows that are very fleshed out*. One story has been around for almost 7 years, one has been around for almost 5 years, and one has been around coming up on a year. Two of them have at least one spin offs that are developed as well.

Around the time of last year, I was wanting to do more. I realized i did not want to be beholden to this universe as my only way to tell stories. I needed more. Thus, started my journey to try and make something new.

My first attempt was a rewrite of hades/persephone, but in my own lore and actually making it make sense. I got pretty far into development, actually making a world and developing a fair few of plotlines. In the end, due to a lot of different things going on in my life, i ended up dropping it. After that, i created the last of my MTU main series, and sort of forgot about making something else.

Throughout the next few months, I cycled through many, many different universes outside the MTU. A story re-imagining hyrule. A pirates story. A story about 7 different chosen ones that was about finding yourself and your family. A story about mermaids (which some of y'all know as Current) that was gonna be about working together and rebuilding. A monster collector story critiquing the genre. A story about bird people trying to find peace in their land. There were probably many, many more nuggets that were dropped.

I eventually realized i had a problem. I had so many ideas that *could* be true fleshed out stories. But I couldn't commit no matter how hard I tried. And it was especially infuriating (and I'm sure funny) to my irl friends who i rambled to about these stories. I was so desperate to show I wasn't a one trick pony and that I absolutely could make something different, that I never sat down and actually, well, thought about the idea beyond a few weeks. It's incredibly frustrating to be known as a creative and be "too creative for your own good." Never settling on anything because you're always chasing after the high of starting something new. I was comparing myself to...well, myself. The past me who was in high school/college and had way more patience to actually sit down and develop something. For some reason, I felt like i was running out of time. As of right now, I am about to enter the last year of my educational career. And chances are, I probably won't go back to just Going To School ever again (if i do, i'll probably be working too). And yeah, maybe I do feel like i have something to prove. It's scary, going into the creative world up against so many other talented people. Against a career field that is failing its employees. Against literal robots who are trying to steal my job.

But i realize...I can't do anything about that. one day, I'll get some of my work out there. I'll just keep on creative and writing and excitedly telling my friends about my work. And as of right now, I actually made something outside the MTU that has a coherent storyline! And I'm proud of it!

If you guys want to ask me anything about my projects, past of pressent, or want to vent about creation. Go ahead. My asks are open. I'm here for y'all