#it's not even a take i see anymore. instead it's replaced with another stupid take of ''ermmm genderbends r transphobic'' which is also-

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Hcs for Itadori x reader, who distances themselves from him and avoids him, because they have feelings for him and are scared, because they don't know how to behave around him and are scared of rejection please?

Itadori is the best person you know. He’s kind and empathetic, always willing to listen to others, and has this endearing positivity about most things. He may not be the brightest person but he’s quick to learn when given the chance. He’s also strong and handsome.

Likewise, people could list positives about you; but in this situation, when you think about what you have to offer in return, all the positives you’ve heard, you still can’t see what is so special about you that someone like him would accept your feelings. You feel inadequate.

You’re don't think you're pin-up model pretty like his posters, Itadori likes tall girls with big asses, he claims, and there’s nothing about his behavior that would insinuate that he likes your personality more than the rest of your friends.

You can’t take another day without telling him, feeling the need to scream out that you like the boy every time he gets too close, touches your arm too readily, calls out your name to back him up in whatever dumb arguments he would have with Kugisaki, or save you a seat right next to him.

You’re terrified that you might accidentally let it slip, and he’d reject you because there isn’t a good enough reason for him to like you as much as you like him. And if your words didn’t make him realize it then your actions would give it away eventually.

Fortunately, Itadori isn’t very perceptive when it comes to romantic feelings towards himself. What he can notice is when one of his friends seems troubled, and he can notice even more that he hasn’t been seeing you around as much lately.

He notices things like you don’t sit next to him anymore at meals, you don’t seem to want to hang out together as much (and when you do you always ask if the others coming too), or when he’s reading a good manga and wants to show you a panel you’re not there.

Itadori thinks he’s done something wrong to make you angry at him, and the guilt of not even knowing what he did wrong starts to preoccupy his mind. Maybe he took one too many snacks out your “secret” snack drawer (shit, did I forget to replace it?) or maybe you didn’t like the way he’d play with and squish your plushies when he’d hang out in your room (they never complained about it so how was I supposed to know!), or maybe you didn’t like his humor (But you laughed at his jokes a lot. But what if it was those awkward uncomfortable laughs and he didn’t notice!)

Itadori is pulling out his hair trying to figure it out. He considers you one of his best friends, and it’d be awkward to be classmates and work together if you hated him.

He gets all desperate about it, annoying Fushiguro and Kugisaki to help him figure out what he did so he can apologize already because every time he tries to ask you swear you’re not mad at him!

He wants to make up already and go back to arguing about stupid things instead, like whether purple or pink hair would suit you the best. He becomes hyper-aware of the pinch in his heart when he thinks about the two of you possibly matching and now you keep avoiding him.

Either Fushiguro or Kugisaki is going to try to force you to talk to him because the tension is getting annoying and a bit sad with how pouty Itadori gets and to tell him that you have a crush on him already. That you’re already pushing him away and losing him by hurting his feelings.

Before you can, Itadori is already onto his next move, buying anything to make up for what he thinks he did wrong: new snacks; new plushies; new novelty socks from when you loaned him a pair and they got ripped up during a mission; that hoodie of his you’re always complimenting? Yours, you can have it. He doesn’t even like hoodies anyway!

He’s going to show up at your dorm door, apologizing. He doesn’t know exactly what he did so he is going to simply apologize for everything. He really hates fighting with you because he really likes you, and it’s killing him not to have you like him, too.

You end up having to apologize to him and explain that you’re scared to be around him because you have feelings for him and didn’t want to be rejected, that you want to be friends with him even if he doesn’t have those feelings back for you, and you were afraid to lose him as a friend.

It takes him a minute to process everything you said. He’s trying to think of a world where he could ever reject you. You’re so pretty and talented and smart, and you did nothing but occupy his mind over the last couple of weeks and even before then he’d think about you a lot. You’re dazzling.

He explains all that to you so sincerely, with the smallest hint of shy embarrassment as he puts the words together, that it makes you feel stupid for even thinking he’d reject you and not realizing that he could hold the world with the amount of feelings he has for you.

Of course, you accept.

Itadori laughs and shuffles all the items he got for you: he guesses this means he prepared the s/o hoodie too early?

[lani-heart]

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parings -> ( eventually ) enhypen x reader genre -> soulmate au, fantasy au, angst warnings -> angst, rejection word count -> 2.2k

abstract -> misunderstandings built on lies from...

niki’s perspective

Sooha rejected them all… 

Heeseung was hurt but he didn’t show it… Sunghoon was hurt the same way… but his eyes wandered to a witch instead. Jay was hurt but he tried talking to Sooha…

Jake… was the worst of us all.

Jungwon was happy… he would happily be by y/n’s side getting her favorite breakfast in the council room… helping her with paperwork. He was happy and fulfilled.

Sunoo was happy… he would constantly go with her group of friends and talk to them. He got her snacks and made sure she was eating enough and sleeping well.

I was happy… I told Jungwon and Sunoo that I officially accepted y/n and they were proud of me. She would always take her time with me to joke around and would even seek me out for free periods to relax and just talk. I made sure she was okay… that she would have a distraction from her responsibilities by making her laugh.

Everything was all over the place.

“y/n!” I heard as I saw K… y/n lift herself up from the bed of grass we laid on to just take a much-needed rest from class, but he appeared…

“EJ needs confirmation that the school will take proper steps for the eclipse tomorrow,” he said and she nodded. She looked at me and smiled softly… apologizing silently for having to leave. 

“Make sure to not overwork yourself,” I said and she giggled. “I know Niki… I’ll see and the others later,” she said and I nodded as she left with the werewolf…

I wonder if he knew Sooha liked him?

I made my way to the council when I heard yelling… 

“How can we work as a council when we can’t agree?!” Jake yelled at Jungwon who looked frustrated… Heeseung didn’t help, not even Jay who would always help Jungwon…

I looked at Sunghoon who was looking at me… “You shouldn’t be wasting time with her if you have responsibilities here,” he said and I scoffed. 

“I’d rather be with her than here,” I muttered… “Then don’t be a part of the council,” Heeseung said with a serious look on his face and I looked at Jungwon who was gonna say something but… “Yeah, he’s been distracted recently! Both him and Sunoo '' Jake agreed and I was shocked at how they were just blaming us for something we didn't do… there's no planning to do…

“Then I won’t be a part of the council… replace us,” Sunoo said as he walked away. “He’s been so childish recently. '' Jay muttered and I scoffed. “We’re being childish, the four of you are and you’re supposed to guide us not confuse us,” I said and they scoffed and rolled their eyes… 

“Jungwon, we all have responsibilities… even if you are forgetting you’re president–" "Then I quit, Heeseung I’m not gonna argue with you. So congrats… you're president, let's go Niki'' he said as I followed Jungwon…

Were we even friends anymore?

“What do you mean you quit council?!” she yelled at us while her entire council started even some Riverfield council members…

“You guys are idiots… and you can’t just barge into here!” Wonyoung scolded as Jungwon rolled his eyes… the two didn’t get along. Which was why Sunoo joined them for lunch and not the bratty ex-president.

“Come on… Wonyoung if you need any help call me” y/n said and she nodded. “You’re lucky we don’t have anything important to plan!” The vice president scolded me and Sunoo apologized.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Jungwon said and she sighed. “Another fight?” she asked and we all nodded… “It doesn’t help that Sunghoon is gonna have to deal with the eclipse today” I said and she looked guilty…

“Which has nothing to do with you” Sunoo said and she nodded.

We cared about her from the beginning… they were just being stupid.

sunghoon’s perspective

The medication worked but I felt restless almost like I was gonna get a fever all day. I also felt guilty… I shouldn’t have said that to Niki I was just jealous… Jealous? No, why would I be jealous… 

I’m jealous that Sooha likes K… why him?

I couldn’t help but feel like everything is falling apart… my friends are against each other, and what am I doing? Why am I fighting them?

“I still don’t know what you did to deserve kindness from the little witch” I heard as I saw EJ… he had a vial from y/n?

“She should hate you… but you’re lucky she wants to help you” he said and I sighed as I took the vial… “She’s helped us a lot… she really is a kind person who didn’t deserve what the four of you have done to her” he scolded and part of me agreed with him…

“What Jake did–” “Was stepping the line… but you used her. You were gonna use her just because she’s the only witch that can help you because she’s your soulmate. The worst part is that you were always gonna reject her but because she did it first she destroyed that ego of yours” he said and everything was true…

“Take it when the eclipse appears, y/n said it should stop the transition,” he said and I sighed. I’m sorry Solon… 

“Hiding forever though… it won’t make you feel better” I knew he was right… but I didn’t want this… “Don’t you ever feel like you should do everything you shouldn’t?” he asked and I was confused…

“That’s my advice for you… grow up Sunghoon”

The eclipse was beautiful… 

I was walking across the shoreline thinking if I should drink the potion… it made me feel slightly happier than I have been recently that she’d still help me.

I knew though she hated me.

“Sooha…” I heard and saw K and Sooha together… She liked him. So why wasn’t I bothered? 

“I like you K!” she confessed and he sighed. “I like y/n,” he said and I felt my heart drop. What did he just say?

“What?” Sooha asked and maybe we just misheard. “I like y/n and–” “But she’s with–” Sooha and K stopped when she grabbed his hand… 

“I’m sorry Sooha but I can’t be your soulmate”

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[batneko]

Okay I was trying to come up with a sugar daddy bowuigi AU and I ended up spending so much time thinking about the setting that this is gonna be another long one

So! It's modern day, big city. I prefer to think of it as still a world full of magic and mushrooms and monsters but if y'all want to picture this as a human AU feel free. In this world instead of a king Bowser is the third-generation owner of the biggest demolition company in the city. They took a slight dent lately because Bowser doesn't exactly get along with the city planner... but the company is still best in the business and not hurting for work.

Then there's the Mario brothers, who run a tiny independent plumbing company and by sheer coincidence have a phone number exactly one digit off from Koopa Demolition. They're good at what they do but because they can only take at most two jobs at a time they sometimes struggle. And they can't cut costs (any more than they already have) so the only leg up they have on the competition is promising to be faster than anyone else at the same price. It means they have to work a lot harder (and will definitely backfire sooner or later) but right now they're doing pretty well. Reasonably well. They're doing okay.

Having nearly the same number as a different business means that occasionally both groups will show up somewhere thinking they're about to negotiate a contract only to find out they just wasted their time and gas money. Hard feelings build up. Once, when the bros actually managed to convince a building owner to replace the lead pipes instead of tearing everything down, Mario and Bowser very nearly got into a physical fight. (It doesn't help that Mario is dating Bowser's ex though neither of them will admit that's part of it.)

And then one night Bowser goes back to a demo site to check on something, ends up getting hurt, and Luigi happens to be working late on a job nearby and comes to his rescue. He insists on accompanying Bowser all the way to the hospital, and while he's waiting with him mentions that it turned out to be a good thing the van broke down because if he wasn't walking back to the subway he might not have heard Bowser cry out. Bowser asks how Luigi is going to get home now, since it's so late the subway isn't running anymore, and Luigi says "I'll... I'll figure something out." Bowser calls one of his people and makes them give Luigi a ride. It's awkward for everyone.

The next day a tow truck shows up to take the Mario Bros' van to a mechanic. They're like "we didn't order this??" and the driver just says it was paid for in advance. Luigi realizes what happened and, thinking about the bad blood between Mario and Bowser, tells him the client last night was really grateful for him working late. Mario says they should thank him and Luigi says he definitely will.

So he goes to see Bowser, who is still laid up with a broken foot, and brings him a fruit basket. Bowser is like, I will absolutely eat this fruit but fixing the van was supposed to be payment for Luigi's help. He doesn't like feeling indebted. And Luigi says it was too much! There must be something Luigi can do to thank him properly.

Well... there's this stupid local businessman dinner that Bowser really didn't want to go to. Having somebody to talk to will make it more bearable. Luigi says sure, and the day of the dinner Bowser picks him up two hours early to go out and buy him a suit. Top to bottom, shoes and all. Luigi is a little offended Bowser didn't think he had nice enough clothes... but once they get to the venue and see what everyone else is wearing he can admit he did not have nice enough clothes.

The dinner goes well. Luigi IS a local businessman and nobody questions what he's doing there, even if they haven't heard of his company. Talking with Bowser is surprisingly easy, especially since plumbing and demolition have enough overlap that they can chat about work without having to explain much. They have a lot of similar gripes about clients and contracts and tools.

After a pretty nice evening and maybe one too many glasses of wine, it's all too easy to forget this wasn't supposed to be a date-date and fall into bed with Bowser. When Luigi gets home, rumpled and dressed in clothes he didn't leave in, Mario just congratulates him on what looks like a successful night.

A few days later there's a delivery. A brand new set of the power tools Luigi had mentioned he daydreamed about. Luigi calls Bowser and says this is too much, he can't accept it, and Bowser just says, "keep 'em or throw 'em out, I'm not taking them back. Already wrote them off as a business expense."

Luigi keeps them, but he can't explain this one away. He tells Mario that the person he went out with last week is... from a different socio-economic bracket. (Mario is not allowed to judge, Peach pays for most of their dates too.) They both avoid using the S-D words, but Mario says he feels too weird accepting work equipment from a stranger. Better tell the guy to stick to personal gifts.

So with something like brotherly approval, Luigi starts dating Bowser. He gets clothes, a new phone, fancy dinners and nights at expensive hotels. Bowser is not a bad date (except for when he is) but Luigi always feels a little weird knowing that their relationship is transactional. Even though Bowser clearly likes him and wants to make him happy, Luigi feels like he can't speak up about Bowser being demanding or talking down to people. Because if he's not agreeable enough Bowser will just find somebody new.

Meanwhile, Bowser has NO IDEA that Luigi thinks this. Somewhere along the line he got it in his head that his affection is a burden. He hasn't thought about this enough to put it into words, but he feels like he needs to reward people for being around him or they'll leave. He's not even trying to be a sugar daddy, he treats all of the (few) people he loves like this.

It's not until they've been dating long enough for Luigi to meet Bowser's son that anything changes. Luigi immediately sees that Bowser is pulling the old "new toys make up for not actually being around, right?" and can't stop himself from telling him that NO it does NOT make up for it. Your son wants your TIME.

He's extremely surprised when Bowser listens. And after Luigi tells him that asking Junior about his day and his hobbies will make him feel more cared about, Bowser starts making an effort to ask Luigi those things too.

Eventually he starts to think that... maybe? Bowser has just been romantically incompetent this whole time? So he tests it, and the next time Bowser tries to demand he take a week off to go on a boring business trip with him, Luigi (calmly but firmly) says that he can't possibly miss that much work but Bowser can call and talk to him every day. Bowser goes for it. He actually seems really excited that Luigi is "allowing" him to have so much of his attention.

Oof. Now Luigi feels bad.

After a couple more weeks of trying to wean Bowser off buying his affection (except paying the phone bill because Luigi seriously couldn't afford to do that himself) Luigi asks Bowser if he can officially call them boyfriends?

Bowser practically falls all over himself to agree. Everything is good, they understand each other, Luigi even has his own section in Bowser's closet. He could see this relationship lasting for the rest of his life.

Now he just needs to figure out how to tell his brother...

[eliteseven]

Any headcanon for Tav and SH's first time? SH confidently dragging her to her tent and totally out of her mind after the group's flirtatious attempts would be... hilarious. Not to mention Tav, who has no idea what's going on but is just happy to spend time with SH (even if she doesn’t know where the night will take them).

I imagine it as something that started out of comedy and led to a sincerity and vulnerability that... oh girl, give me three cups of that. Probably, the nonexistent expectations both had about being able to make love would make the encounter better than expected, despite it being their first time together.

And hey, the room for improvement is always a great incentive to practice ;)

Btw, SH telling Tav she didn't expect Lae'zel to kiss her.

Well, I think their first time officially in NLS is still “building sandcastles” on the beach, after Shadowheart leaves Shar.

But this could be what happens before they slip away. I could see Shadowheart trying to work up the courage but the camp intervenes bc she’s taking a while and everyone can see it between them 😅

I think, at first, Shadowheart is obviously a little miffed. I mean, she did just watch everyone in camp flirt with Serena 😭 and Lae’zel’s searing hot kiss, ofc. Who could forget that?

It starts out comically. Shadowheart is understandably frustrated and curious as to what in the hells she’s just witnessed. And Serena is just giddy to be alone with her 🥹 Shadowheart is affronted, demanding to know who her apparently new “bosom companion” is. She WILL have answers. Is it Lae’zel, of all people??? Because of that kiss??? Is it Wyll with his infernal little dances??? She thought she was the special one in Serena’s life.

(And tbh it’s all made funnier by the fact that Tav’s heart is RACING bc Shadowheart is so CLOSE in her interrogation, and she is so blatantly obviously in love with her 😅 she keeps staring at Shadowheart’s lips even though she’s trying to focus…)

And tbh I think her stupid spacey smile will infuriate Shadowheart further in her jealousy, and right as she feels her heart breaking, realizing Tav might have feelings for someone else, Tav probably just mumbles something incredibly intimate. Out of the blue. Just a simple “you mean everything to me.” Just whispered, confessed, bc she simply cannot resist telling her anymore.

Ugh, the way Shadowheart would stop in her tracks and just blink at her. For all her bravado, she is riddled with self-doubt. We’ve all seen it. To hear it confirmed that she is the one Serena daydreams about????? To be chosen first by someone, after Shar’s rejection??? To be the reason behind the romantic sparkle in Tav’s eyes???? 🥺 she’s never felt that in her life.

So Tav says it again. And again. And again, as she dabs at Shadowheart’s tears with her thumb. Again, as Shadowheart yanks her close and kisses her until they’re both crying. Again, as she does away with Shadowheart’s clothing and replaces every inch with kisses instead. Shadowheart is coming off the loss of Shar, but she’s gained a soulmate. She’s not alone, and won’t be, as long as Serena lives.

Their first time is beautiful: it’s awkward, they ruin half their kisses with laughter and smiles, they both shake a little in their nervousness. But it’s oh-so intimate. They’re comfortable with each other, despite the nerves. They’re so eager to please one another. They cuddle for hours, well into the early morning. Shadowheart thoroughly claims her woman, this time 😅

Serena isnt all that surprised when Shadowheart wants to revisit the subject of that smooch from Lae’zel, tho. 💀 she will have her vengeance

[soleminisanction]

There are very few ""headcanons"" out there that get a bigger side-eye from me than people who try to make Stephanie Brown into a Black girl.

Firstly because that is not a headcanon. That's just a whole-ass retcon created out of thin air. A headcanon would be saying she's a natural redhead like how Morgan Kohan played her on Batwoman, or that she's mixed-race because of the curly way some artist draw her hair. There's definitely flexibility in race interpretations for comics but looking at the blue-eyed blonde-hair white girl and declaring her "actually Black" is not one of them.

Secondly, because I have seen (and sometimes gotten) a lot of harassment from Steph fans aimed specifically at Tim's actual, canon Black love interests and teammates. I still seethe at the memory of this one CBR interview I read back when YJ2019 was running, where Brian Michael Bendis and David F. Walker were clearly there to talk up Naomi and Teen Lantern, and in the middle of their heart-felt conversation about the importance of representation for young Black girls, the interviewer butted in to interject, "But you know who I want to see more of?? Stephanie!!!" This going on while Steph fans on Twitter were going on racist tirades because the book dared to highlight the history of Teen Lantern, a character who was actually advertised to be a part of the book and a new member of the team, instead of giving them more of their white-blonde fav who had never been affiliated with YJ and was never part of the advertising.

Thirdly, she was created and so often written by Chuck Dixon, a blatant racist, and as a result there are so many little scenes of her that have uncomfortable racial elements to them. Like the one where he created a pair of Black girls just so Stephanie could call them "raging morons" to their faces and then later talk about how stupid and immature they are compared to her. (Which I am still convinced was Dixon directly criticizing the much better teen pregnancy subplot from Icon & Rocket). Or the borderline-blackface white savior ""demon"" where she wears a dead gnu and maybe accidentally calls herself a bitch in Swahili. (Disclaimer: I do not speak Swahili, and thus do not know how a sentence structure that should read "I am thorn" turns into "I'm a bitch" or "I'm crazy," but I checked that translation with three different robo-translators and got the same results so, shrug.)

And finally -- god, Steph is just, such a walking avatar of white women's privilege. Her entire thing is demanding that she get her way, never letting anyone tell her no, and still being treated by the narrative as a pure-hearted ""beacon of hope"" that everybody needs to protect and nurture at all times.

The inciting incident of War Games can be boiled down to, "A white girl got told no, and made it everybody else's problem." The first attempted Black member of the Batfamly fucking died during that event and got almost entirely forgotten because people only went to bat for the white girl who caused the whole mess and the white woman who got character assassinated to kill her off.

If Stephanie were Black, she wouldn't exist anymore. Fuck, if she were a brunette or just as butch as Carrie Kelly, she probably wouldn't exist anymore. She certainly wouldn't be Batgirl, I can't imagine Dan Didio replacing Cass with another woman of color.

And it's not even just her? Her father is also a very white character. It is incredibly easy to summarize Arthur Brown as a mediocre white man lashing out at the world for not handing him the success he felt entitled to. Take that petulant entitlement away from him and you lose his entire character.

I'm ranting about it on my own blog instead of picking a fight because everybody's entitled to their own fandom experience and blah blah, but this is just. Yeah. Ugh.

[biscuitblinkeu]

I Hate You [9]

Chaennie x Fem!reader

Word count: 2580

Strong emotions lead you to say hurtful things…

…………………………………………………………………………

“I need you to leave.” Soo-bin says, pointing a finger at Jennie, and you stare— having starred long enough to see the redhead’s face turning distorted. Her smile is clown-like, stretching across her face in such an unnatural way. Her skin turns purple and her pupils grow until her eyes are black. Sharp, long horns grow from the top of her head.

You want to gag.

The girl directs her attention to you. “You, human. You weren’t supposed to bring anyone. It was supposed to be me and you, only.”Irritation was evident in Soo-bin’s voice, along with that darker second voice, echoing around you.

Soo-bin was a demon. Another one of those vile creatures that come after you. You were glad you asked Jennie to come with you. (She would’ve come either way, though.)

In a matter of seconds, the sky has turned dark and the temperature has dropped immensely. Everything has stopped its movement; the cars below, the walking students below, the birds, even the wind. Everything besides the three of you. It’s different from before, you're not moved to a different place. Instead, it’s in your world, your world that’s turned into a grayscale.

“Jennie?” You shivered, stepping closer to her and she softly smiled at you. She’d love to hold you in her arms and warm you up but opted to give you her cloak since she needs her hands free.

“You can’t take her, and you know that, don’t you?” Jennie mused and the demon smiled like the cat who ate the canary. Soo-bin knows, she’s very well aware she can’t fight Jennie, she’s extremely overpowered but...

Jennie wonders why she's so smug. The question is answered when a portal popped up, throwing out a disheveled man. His hair is soaked and he’s covered in cuts from his knees to his arms, he’s trembling. His face is bruised and he’s crying, a thick black liquid drips from his mouth and he coughs violently, making the substance splutter out onto the ground.

Milo.

At the realization your feet move before you can think— but you’re yanked back, hard. So much so that you land against the reaper's chest with a thud, temporarily giving you a headache. Jennie’s arms wrap around you tightly, securing you there. You can see that the reaper's scythe is floating next to you; small wisps of black smoke sour round the blade.

You struggle in her hold— kicking, screaming, wriggling, doing anything to get free. It proves much more difficult than you want. “Why are you stopping me?!” You shriek. Your friend is on the verge of death, coughing up black blood. It’s revolting. “He’s going to die if we don’t help him… Jennie, please!” You beg, but your pleads fall on deaf ears.

“She’s using him as bait. You can’t help him.” Jennie says matter-of-fact. She’s becoming irritated. “Don’t you see she wants to lure you in? How stupid are you?” The feline-eyed woman’s once cordial and soft voice is dripping with poison. She doesn't need you running to an early death. She’ll miss you too much.

She should’ve known. A demon with a hostage is dangerous. Soo-bin had this thoroughly planned out. What would’ve happened if she never came with you? You probably would’ve been killed, and your soul would’ve been taken.

But since she came, Milo was your replacement. She used him as bait, to lure you in with the concept of a crush, and bugged him till he couldn’t take it anymore. He was a pawn.

Jennie scowls, such a fowl thing to resort to.

“You’re not about to risk your life for something so…unimportant. I have an agreement with Chaeyoung. I need to protect you at all costs, even if it means sacrificing someone else in the process.” Jennie reminded you.

As if you didn’t know.

You can’t believe Jennie called your friend unimportant. You want to cry; you already are, actually. Fat, wet tears spill from your eyes, sliding down and down and down your cheeks. You cry so much your vision becomes obstructed. You’re angry.

You won’t watch him in pain, you won’t watch him die. You have to do something.

It’s all her fault: Jennie knows you must be thinking. She wants to comfort you, tell you it will be okay�� but that’s a lie. It won’t, at least not for your friend. But maybe Chaeyoung could heal him.

It depends, it all depends.

Jennie groans when you refuse to stay still. You keep moving violently in her arms and she has to keep re-tightening her grip to keep you still. The sooner she gets you to stop— which probably won’t be anytime soon, the sooner she can kill that demon.

But you don’t stop struggling, and that’s when Jennie has had enough. She pokes your forehead, and you feel your vision going black. Your legs are weak and you feel yourself slowly losing function. “I…hate you…” You trail off before falling unconscious.

She put you to sleep.

Jennie places you down softly. She grabs her scythe and looks at Milo who is now choking, grasping his stomach in hope of stopping the wound from bleeding more.

She can’t save him, at least not now.

Soo-bin stares at Jennie with her eyebrows raised— shocked that she made you sleep. Shocked, too, at the fact you didn’t come running to your little friend to help him when you had the chance.

“You know, you’re really pathetic for using a hostage. It’s sad her friend has to die for this.” Jennie mutters, watching as Soo-bin’s face gives off the fear she’s feeling. The demon sees a creature, something un-human that’s holding a scythe.

Milo doesn’t know what the hell is happening.

He wants to crawl over to you and help, but he’s in pain. Everything hurts, he’s going to pass out. He’s bleeding out and if feels like he’s dying— he is dying, isn’t he? Only death would feel like this.

Jennie is glad your friend can’t make sense of the situation. If he survives, she’ll simply wipe his memories later.

Once Soo-bin realizes her plan has failed— her stupid, stupid plan, and as an attempt to salvage it, she grabs Milo by the hair, making him yelp in pain. She adjusts her grip to his neck, threatening to snap it. “Don’t come closer.” The demon hisses.

Jennie just laughs, and laughs and laughs till the sound is everywhere and it’s all the demon can hear. It’s such a horrid sound, just like the shrieks and wails from The Void. Despite the demon’s warning, Jennie walks closer and closer to the frightened demon, who used to be so bold, so confident she’d have you. So confident she’d have Chaeyoung’s prized human.

But it failed.

In fear, Soo-bin pushed her nails into Milo’s neck, and that’s when he’s died. At the same moment that Soo-bin’s done that, her head goes flying far off to the rooftop side. Jennie had sliced it. Although she scowls when she looks at her scythe, sizzling with black blood; the cut was messy because she’s distracted.

It’s disgusting.

The reaper walks right over to the demon's body that stumbles without its head, and stabs it one with her scythe. It vanishes. She feels a bit insulted that such a low level demon had much confidence they would be the winner in the end.

Slowly, a red orb comes out, being the demon's soul. She took it in her palm and crushed it. She would’ve eaten the soul, but this demon was abominable, insulting, it would taste horrible. The sky is still dark and everything hasn’t resumed its movement, but she can fix that later.

Glancing at the passed out boy, Jennie shakes her head and frowns as she walks over to you. She needs to wake you up, but she’d prefer not to. With the amount of time Milo has left till his soul dies, she needs to get you to Chaeyoung and have you wished for your friend to be healed and alive.

You will be angry at her for letting your friend die, she sacrificed him for your cause. But Jennie could care less, you're safe, and that’s all that matters. The anger can come another day.

She crouches down and taps on your head, immediately you jolt up, looking around frantically. You spot Milo and tears return to your eyes. You glare at Jennie before running over to him, almost falling because your limbs are still weak.

More tears fall from your eyes as you see how hurt he is, he isn’t even breathing. “Please, please tell me he’s not dead— you can help him right??” You cry, looking at Jennie. You don’t feel his heartbeat. She shakes her head.

“T-This is your fault! You could’ve saved her!” You sob. Jennie can see your eyes are filled with rage, and that makes her regret everything. She walks over and pulls you into a hug, trying to calm you down. Hoping it might help.

Your tears wet her shirt, and you repeatedly punched her in her chest; or any available spot you could in the position. Jennie could hear small muffled, “I hate you— I fucking hate you. So much…” from you, over and over. It’s starting to hurt her.

You should be thanking her that you’re alive— that she saved you. But she gets hate instead— pity and more hate. Jennie doesn’t understand human’s emotions towards another— they care too much for each other.

She doesn’t want to hear anymore of it.

“I…I can heal her, well, Rosie can,” Jennie says, making you look at her. She wants to see you smile at her again.

“S-She can?” Jennie nods. At that you feel slightly relieved, but still ill towards Jennie. You want your friend back.

“I’ll go get her. Just stay here. You’ll be safe.” Maybe if she does this you will forgive her. You nodded and watched her disappear.

…

..

.

“Mother?” Chaeyoung calls as she walks into the meeting room, soon met with the six angels, including Jisoo, Lisa, and Selugi, too. She smiled at them as she walked in, sitting down by Selugi. She suspected they were here to add ideas, and maybe talk about the banquet with her mother.

Her eyes then fell upon her father, who grinned at her sickeningly sweet from across the table. Chaeyoung smiled back in his direction to not be rude, but her eyes lingered on the table, watching Lisa’s fingers tap repeatedly. Something to distract her.

“Now,” Mrs. Park cleared her throat, catching everyone’s attention and glancing between Chaeyoung and Mr. Rose. “You’ve done the banquet training, yes?” She asks. Chaeyoung wants to scoff, roll her eyes even, but it’s not appropriate.

“Yes, so many times,” she answered, propping her cheek on her palm. Meetings with these questions were so bothersome for her, it's the same thing every year.

Go to the banquet, talk to the angel families, get asked to bond with their sons and daughters for a potential marriage— all which she’ll never do. Dance, make an announcement, end. That’s all it is.

“It has to be done. Now on the more important matter…how long will you be skipping family blessings? You need a husband, or a wife for all I care.” Her mother said, rubbing her temples as if it hurt her to say that, but it didn’t.

The angel knows her mother doesn’t care who she's with, she only cares if she loves them or not. She wants her to be happy and that's great. Her father on the other hand wants her to marry someone like Areim, or a pretty high-class angel boy.

Chaeyoung doesn’t want that.

She’ll choose you over anyone. You’re rather perfect for her, and she admits she likes you. Even if it has only been a short while.

Before she could answer, her father spoke up, her expression unreadable. “I have some suggestions, if you don’t mind me talking, dear.” Mr. Rose asked Mrs. Park, who nodded.

“About your guardian job…” He trails off, clearing his throat like a bug got stuck inside, like it was foul to even say. Just the word “guardian” coming from his mouth makes her mad.

“I think she should be promoted, and her human can be looked after by one of our other angels. Chaeyoung could do so much more.” He finished.

“If that’s okay with you Chae—”

“No, father. It is not okay.” She cut in harshly. “How could you ever think I’d want that?” She added, angered. Her father frowned, furrowing his brows and chewing on his lip anxiously. More unreadable emotions flashed across his face.

“What is it with you and that human?? She has no value and takes up your time. Being a guardian is for low angels, and there are other ways to protect the human, other humans too. Why don’t you just change back to your old position, killing— just like that Grim Reaper.” He says, smoothing back his hair. Chaeyoung remains indifferent, further irritating him. “You could easily get a better position! Any if you wanted, just like your mother and me!” His voice gets harsher as he goes on, practically shrieking.

Chaeyoung and her mother exchange looks, and her mother awkwardly adjusts her earring. She waits for Mr. Rose calmed down, the red leaving his cheeks slowly. He himself realized that was unprofessional and felt embarrassed. Seulgi and the others are silent, surprised by his outburst.

After a moment of silence, her father rubs his temples and apologizes. Chaeyoung almost wants to forgive him, since she can see he’s truly sorry, he has outbursts like that and it’s somewhat normal to them, but he involved you. She doesn’t like how he talks bad about you when you have done nothing to him.

“It’s alright, but I don’t forgive you. I don’t appreciate how you talk about my human. (Y/n) is a very respectable person, and she’s…” Chaeyoung stops herself before she calls you cute and maybe a bit more.

“I do like her, if you both must know.” She says slowly, watching her father and mother for any signs of an outburst. Her father’s face falters but he fixes it and nods.

“If you don’t accept my relationship, I will not be a part of this anymore.” She threatened, and her father’s eyes went wide in response. She knows he wants anything but that.

“I-I see. If that’s the case, you won’t want a fill-in then. I understand…” His lip quivers and Chaeyoung can tell he’s trying, trying to understand her. She knows he doesn’t want her to hate him. So he’ll have to comply, for now.

He can’t break his bond with his daughter.

“I suggest we let the human—” Selugi spoke up after a while of silence from Chaeyoung’s confession, only to be interrupted by a crash; something falling on the glass table, but It doesn’t break.

That’s when Jennie appears, right in the middle of the oval table in front of Chaeyoung, scaring everyone in the room. Jennie doesn’t hop off, she stares back at everyone there, specifically your angel.

She’s in a squatting position, knees pulled to her chest, one arm cradling her legs; she bites the nail of her thumb; Chaeyoung can tell she’s upset. She’s pouting, along with the scowl on her lips. “Rosie. I sacrificed (Y/n/n)’s friend and he’s dying, fast. Will you please save him?”

She doesn’t want you to hate her.

Would you like to continue?

“Rosie. I sacrificed (Y/n/n)’s friend and he’s dying, fast. Will you save him?”

She doesn’t want you to hate her.

[buddywellls]

eavesdrop + riley

“I can’t do this for much longer, Buddy.”

Those words from a cancer patient should have struck fear in his heart by nature alone — but Buddy knows his father’s warnings aren’t about chemotherapy or the road ahead, they’re inspired by the sound of The Weeknd filling the car around them.

“I can’t do anymore Sinatra.”

They compromised how they always did on the long drives to August’s treatments.

( With Sinatra playing. )

The crooner was singing about his adoration of New York, New York, his father’s humming along with it soon silenced and replaced with spoken word.

“I always loved New York, it was always hard to feel old there, even when I was old.”

Buddy smiles faintly at that, though there’s a truth that neither of them wanted to acknowledge sitting so prominently it may as well have been taking up the backseat.

August Wells wouldn’t make it to see New York again, not with how his body was responding to the treatment.

“You used to love it too, didn’t you? I always thought it was nice when you’d go out there and see Iris. I worry about her being so far away.”

At the mention of his cousin, Buddy’s hand leaves the wheel, scratching behind his ear with the nail of his thumb before he returns it to where it had been, his eyes on the road to save from having to tell him that he and Iris didn’t speak much at all those days.

“It’s not like Iris hasn’t been far away before,” Buddy says passively, referring to her year in the country that no one seemed to ever like to talk about.

( Standard Wells practice. )

“Don’t be like that. I hate when you’re like that.”

Buddy doesn’t need him to elaborate and August doesn’t, the long stretch of road in front of them would feel endless if they kept accidentally upsetting one another.

Another ten minutes worth of driving is behind them as Frank moved on too, no longer content with New York, his sights far greater as he longed for flying to the moon.

That one seems far more implausible, which he suspects is why it’s August’s favorite.

He always did believe in the impossible — radical good, radical change.

While Sinatra deals in other words, Buddy feels compelled to make use of his own, lowering the volume slightly so he could.

“Do you think that one of the worst days of your life can also be one of the best nights of it? Doesn’t sound right, does it? If you asked me that I’d say that sounds stupid. It’s one or the other. Then I had one of the worst days of my twenties in Central Park and one of the best nights of them in Brooklyn. Same day, same time frame.”

“I don't see how it couldn't. What changed?”

“I did,” Buddy says honestly, wondering if he sounded as strange as the recollection felt every time he revisited it — and he often did, “At least for those few hours. I met a girl and she turned it all around.”

His day, night, some long dormant part of him he had let fall to ruin along with the future he thought he was going to have.

There’s a knowing smile on August’s face as he folds his arms across his chest loosely, engaging with his son like he was a deer in what he suspects might be a dear moment with him — tentatively but curiously, not wanting to spook his sharing away.

“That’s how all the best stories start.”

August Wells — consummate optimist.

“And end.”

Buddy Wells — combative pessimist.

If they both hadn’t been cursed with undeniable awareness of the dwindling clock looming large over the older of the pair, they would have argued their individual opposing points of view all the way there and back for good measure.

“That's a matter of opinion. Who's the girl?”

“Couldn’t tell you,” Buddy says, not being deliberately difficult for once, speaking facts instead. “I didn’t get her last name. She didn’t get mine either. Didn’t feel right to at the time.”

He had wondered at the time if he would regret that, years later it’s no longer a thing to be wondered about, he regrets it plenty.

“I don't even know why I'm telling you this, or what made it cross my mind. It’s just an odd feeling that I get sometimes. This visceral awareness that there’s someone out roaming in the world who knows more about you than most of the people in your day to day life. If I think too hard about it, I’ll start thinking it wasn’t real.”

“Like a mirage?” August asks after a pause, which gets both a disbelieving laugh and a confirming nod from the driver.

“That’s not a word I’d have gotten to on my own, but yeah, I think you nailed it. Like a mirage but one you know is real.”

It’s August who’s reaching for the radio then, quieting Frank to a mute in a surprising show against his favourite singer.

“Does the mirage at least have a first name?”

“Yeah, Riley.”

August manages to make the two syllables sound melodic when he repeats them over the click of the Buddy using the blinker.

“There’s plenty of road left ahead, tell me about it.”

send me   “eavesdrop”   and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party. // @rileyxmaddox

[leviussykinner]

“Have you ever even actually loved me once?”

Fandom:Obey me

Genre:angst only 1% comfort

Replaced f!mc au

(Lucifer x F!mc)(???)

Part 1

The mc is female since I’m pretty bad at doing gender natural 💀💀💀

Celestial realm know how much I tried…..One day….I will stop falling in love with you…..at least that’s what I thought.Ever since the new student came everything seems to change,Lucifer was not like Lucifer you used to know…not anymore……it’s funny how someone you love with your whole life can go to someone who you didn’t know anymore.

It was another normal chaotic days in devildom when Diavolo came in and tell everyone that there was the new exchange student,She was a beauty with nlonde hair and blue eye….She was such a gorge girl her name was Vivian she was such a nice and innocent girl she was naive but strong,such a perfect human right???,but what make the brother interested in her the most…..is the fact that she look exactly like Lilith but with blonde hair and blue eyes….

Why did everything change…is everything we’ve done so far meaningless??? And everything we’ve gone through….does it meant nothing to you???and I thought we’re going to last forever…..but I guess nothing last forever….if I die you’ll going to moved on,and forget about my existence,What I’ve done was unforgivable I thought if I make her stop this and try to pay more attention to the brother would come back to me but I was wrong,it was pitiful,and it doesn’t help at all,such naive thought just because of love.There’s no such thing as love….if there is,why does none of my love story finally get to have a happy ending….love are stupid,that will be the last time I’ll ever trust someone ever again…I hate it why am I so stupid when it comes to love,all I want is a love that’ll last…is it too much to asked???what the hell is wrong with me,Vivian is such a p lovely person….it makes so much sense that they will love her instead of you.you’re just like an toy after the owner get bored you’ll be thrown away,Lucifer change the most Other brother just ignored you but Lucifer showed a bunch of sign that he was annoyed by you just existing,You decided to leave devildom you call everyone accept Lucifer and told them that you will be leaving…

“Well….I need to go now,It’s nice to meet you all and I’ll keep every memories of us as my precious memory until the day I die.”

“Yes….goodbye mc….” Said Diavolo

“Goodbye….”The brother says the last goodbye with tears since you won’t be taking d.d.d. And will not came back again this time like you usually do…

You turn you back and walk into the portal and left everyone there.Lucifer who knew that you already left,he was surprised and he thought to himself why did he order his brother to ignored you,He was hopeless but that’s not helping at all since you’ve already gotten away from his grip and you would never want to come back to this hell,He’ll in a hell? That’s the only thing you can describe from it.

Looking back,You were crazy to think that Lucifer will actually love you,You were a fool such foolish act will never happened not ever again when you arrived at your apartment you found some familiar silhouette.....It was one of your friend Solomon,he left devildom a week ago and you didn't expect to see him here but then

" MC! watch out!"

someone is falling from the top if the building and fell down on you.

[mysandwichranaway]

It's midnight and i can't sleep so I'm going to write a hxh essay that I've had in my brain for literally half a year. And like, I'm sure people have said this better than me before, but i literally can't have it in my brain anymore i need to write it down.

(I'll put a read more here when I wake up and open my computer because i literally can't find how to do it on my phone sorry)

Ok so we all know that hxh is about love right?? It's the core theme of the series and it's also the message, Right? I really hope I'm not hallucinating lmao.

Gon only survives pitou because he had people that loved him, because killua was willing to go against his whole family for him, because morel and knov respected and appreciated him, because leorio thought of him as family.

Kurapika survived the massacre because he loved pairo, and wanted to cure him. He wanted to go back to his family and he wanted pairo to be able to see. He left because he loved him and he the chose vengeance because of it too. He loved everyone so much he just couldn't take it.

Leorio wants to become a doctor because he loved Pietro, because he couldn't do anything to save him and he wants to prevent that pain for other people. Because he is considerate and caring and kind.

Love is literally everything in life and i will die on this hill.

But also, they way they deal with loss is also so so important.

Gon grows basically alone, and it seems like he takes it well, but we all know he is seriously fucked up in the head. He looks for answers and he wants to meet ging. He wants to what's so good and important about a hunter that it would be better than raising him. And like this might have a lot to do with the fact that I'm literally fatherless, but i understand that, i understand that need to know why you were abandoned.

And killua has to deal with the loss of his childhood, the trauma of abuse. And he seeks freedom, he seeks another family, people to rely on, who will fight for him and give him the option to choose, to draw away when it's too much.

And kurapika can't take the loss, he just can't deal with the fact that he was left alone that day that he returned. And of course he can't, he just suddenly lost literally everything and everyone he loved. And he was so, so young, that i don't blame him for avoiding the pain by choosing vengeance. Ultimately the vengeance is for him to run away from the pain, the anger is a distraction from the fact that he loved.

And leorio instead seeks to change things in some way. He finds himself powerless in a system that values more money than life, and is punched in the face with the fact that helping is also for the privileged, because med school is very fucking expensive. So he is forced to put himself in literal mortal danger to access an education. He wants to prevent further pain but he ultimately can't because the problem is the system that he lives in.

And i think that's why most antagonists in hxh are at least a little morally gray. Because even if Gon defeated pitou, he was selfish and stupid and damaged his most precious relationship. Kite was going to be fine regardless of his pain and regret. The problem was that he was in an unfair situation where there was literally no way to win.

Even if killua wants to be something else, he couldn't help that he was born into that family, that his society called for a system of solving problems that relied on violence. He was doomed since the day he was born by the power his family had and the way they perpetuated their place is society.

And kurapika is right in wanting to punish chrollo, he did very much kill a lot of people, but even if he gets rid of him and all the phantom troupe, they will just be replaced because the material reality of the place they came from would have stayed the same. He is quite literally just killing himself on a fools errand because in the end he would have solved literally nothing. The people he loved are still dead, there is still a literal garbage city and genocide is still being done, just by different people.

I think the thing that gives them strength is not the goal, but the companionship, the love and care of others.

That's why Gon was healed, and why killua took alluka away, and why kurapika was arguably happiest when he was with them, and why leorio keeps fighting.

They will achieve nothing if they separate because we can't live alone. No one is independent because that's just not what we are for, we were made to have families and friends and love. And it is shitty to lose people, but you won't be alone forever.

Kurapika gets away from leorio because he is afraid to have something else that can be taken from him, but he fails to realize that without friends and love we are nothing. He is miserable and empty because he refuses to let anyone in.

And like. Idk man. That's just. It's just so much. Like, yeah! Family is love! Care and understanding and loyalty!!! Devotion and selflessness!!!! I'm literally SOBBING.

[charsawdeath]

“I’m here to listen if you ever need to talk.” - VoxVel? (Gimme-A-Thrust)

I’m here to listen if you ever need to talk.” - VoxVel? (Gimme-A-Thrust)

-

I've wanted to do something for these two for AGES!!!

-

The silence from Velvet when she returned to the penthouse was an immediate red flag to the TV Overlord. 

She was always loud, always showing off what she did, what she got, but nothing like this happened this time but instead, she walked through the living room and went out the bay doors to the balcony. 

Val and I looked at each other and it was decided I'd check on her. 

He nodded to his phone and I agreed to let him know before stepping outside and closing the doors to give us privacy. 

It's windy up here and I notice right away she'd not even bothered to get a coat for herself before she left.

I'll scold her for that later, until then-

"You may be dead but you can still get ill if you don't take care of yourself, Vel!" 

My jacket rests over her thin shoulders, draped down the length of her back, waving gently in the breeze outside.

She doesn't respond, just holds an arm to her side and keeps her phone pointed downwards.

Another red flag.

She'd been shoving the screen into my own and telling me about this and that, the lowest soul she found and the cutest thing she saw.

But she withholds it, keeping it away as if seeing it again would cause physical harm!

"Vel… Princess?" I ask and reach up one clawed hand to assure her I was there too.

That she wasn't alone, that she wouldn't be harmed by whatever made her resentful of her phone, her other half!

"Sweetheart, what's going on?" I ask, pulling her away from the stone railing of the balcony and pressing her to myself instead.

I knew how she died-

Social Media was a hell of a drug!

She presses her face into my chest and tries her damndest to sound normal, not a sign of weakness in her voice but fails as soon as she gets out, "They.. Forgot me!"

"Who forgot our lil girl?" I asked sweetly, hugging her, feeling the tears soaking my front.

She weakly holds out her phone unable to bring herself to say who, but I see it for myself what got her so upset.

'Social Media Star Vel found dead-' The year she died. Front page on everything I scanned through.

'Remembering the Star of Media this day-' A year after, now a blurb on the side of more important news. 

'World's largest yarn ball rolls into traffic-' She'd been forgotten like yesterday's news and replaced with the next big thing. The hottest new trend-

Like everything else within this industry!

But knowing how much it meant to her that her image was online even though she was dead, this unforeseen development rocked her world and upturned its foundation ruthlessly.

She wasn't known Above anymore-

Just another trender doing something stupid to get hits and wound up dead instead.

"My little Princess, shhh~" I sooth, holding her close as she loses it at last and falls into my hold, my support like a ton of bricks.

"Just because your legacy on Earth has been pushed to the back, doesn't mean loyal followers have forgotten their Queen of Social Media!"

She peeks out from her buried state on my chest and blinks sweetly up at me, my smile glowing upon her tear streaked face.

"That just means to the Lessers Above that a new trend needs to be created, a challenge to get the numbers going by their long lost Princess of Style~"

"I love you, Daddy- Thank you~" She whispers and hugs me tightly.

"Any ideas on how to get the wheel turning, sweetheart?" I ask Velvet, sending Val a text saying it was good and hear him coming out of the bay doors next, a blanket in hand by the sound of it.

"I was thinking maybe, a Tide Pod challenge!" 

"Will cut back on a bunch of dumbasses for sure~" Valentino sneers, throwing the blanket around us all.

"Toilet seat licking!!" She chirps excitedly and gains my grossed out smiling face.

"Now we're cooking with diesel, baby~" Valentino muses, pulling us both into him and settling us down on the balcony couch.

After a few more ideas are thrown up into the air and Vel has calmed down enough to leave mine and her Daddy's arms, we the V's look outwards towards our Empire and await the arrival of the next batch of Wannabes when they've failed their Challenges~

Velvet tapping away excitedly about the rules to these new Trends and how famous they'd be if they followed the True Star of Social Media~

[mythous]

@ofeden // cont'd from x

IT  FEELS  LIKE  A  SURRENDER  —---the  soft  i  know  that  slips  from  her  lips,   but  he  can  see  all  of  the  questions  in  her  eyes  almost  as  if  they’re  taking  shape  before  him.   he  wants  to  tell  her  to  stop   —   stop  trying  to  unravel  the  man  he  is,   stop  trying  to  figure  him  out.  it  would  be  an  effort  in  futility,   but  then,  hadn’t  she  already  begun  to  unravel  the  pain  and  the  fury  that  makes  up  his  purpose?   hadn’t  she  opened  her  arms,  her  body,  her  heart,  and  her  home  to  him     —probably  against  her  better  judgment? 

❝  i  don’t  like  it  anymore  than  you  do.  ❞

a  scoff,   because  he’d  known  she  wouldn’t  like  it,   known  this  homecoming  ( and  shit,  there  he  goes  thinking  of  this  place  as  home  again )  would  be  tense,  probably  a  fight,  maybe  even  worse.   frank  almost  wishes  it  was  —  wishes  she’d  let  out  all  of  her  frustration  instead  of  being  infuriatingly  understanding.  the  fire  he  can  take,  it’s  the  gentle  compassion  that  he  doesn’t  know  what  to  do  with,  it  makes  him  raw  in  all  the  right  places,  and  it  makes  him  stupid,   makes  him  do  stupid  things  like  show  up  at  her  doorstep  (  because  hadn’t  he  already  known  she’d  welcome  him  back  without  a  fight ? ).  

and  of  course  he  wasn’t  gonna  make  it  out  of  all  this  without  the  guilt  seeping  in.  a  grimace  takes  over  his  features  at  the  mention  of  elle,   and  he  nods  slowly,   gaze  focused  on  the  counter.   he  hadn’t  meant  to  find  himself  a  whole  new  family,   and  maybe  that’s  where  it  comes  from.  all  this  he’d  done  to  avenge  the  first,  and  —  while  nothing  would  ever  replace  the  family  he’d  lost  —  he  ended  up  falling  into  another.  looking  back  up  at  serah  and  knows  he  never  had  a  chance.  she’d  soothed  all  of  the  aches  in  his  soul  before  frank  had  even  realized  what  was  happening.  and  her  little  girl  —  well,  she  means  more  to  him  than  he  wants  to  admit.   

❝  i  understand  if  —  ❞     he  swallows,   nodding  to  the  question  about  the  coffee.    ❝  if  you  didn’t  want  her  to  see  me,   you  know,  while  i’m  here.  ❞

[sapper-axtual]

I hear what you're saying- and you're right, but...

Lance missed Keith first.

The Keith before the Blade of Marmora. The Keith that was easy to rile up, moody and edgy, but malleable and open-minded. The Keith that would play along with his teasing and give his attention back tenfold to whatever stupid way he was trying to get under his skin.

He wasn't distracted and burdened, scared of who-what he was, and what that meant for the team. The Keith that was accepted by Allura uncritically as the hero he was without any question to his heritage, that needed Lance's level-headedness and strategic thinking to help keep him balanced, that wasn't pushed into a premature position of leadership to fill the role of his beloved mentor and brother who was believed dead.

Lance missed the Keith that he caught up to. The boy he had chased for years and finally found level ground with before it all shifted out from under them.

Lance missed the Keith that he could follow- that he could protect- before he ran off with a clandestine organization of space recon operatives that could easily sacrifice their own members and would leave Keith behind without batting an eye about it.

Lance missed the Keith that was on his way to being more openly-vulnerable and trusting, that would've hugged him after two years apart instead of closing off even more.

The Keith that could admit Lance's plan was better. The Keith that would hold his hand and smile so softly at just the idea of being a team.

The Keith that would race him in a blind nosedive just to see who could fall faster...

Because Lance really hadn't expected Keith to pull up first- he probably hadn't even noticed how fast they were falling until he was suddenly on his own with the truth of it and that had to sit so sickeningly heavy while Keith was gone with the Blade- to who knows where.

He pushed it down, refused to look at the wound that caused- didn't confront Keith about it in the aftermath of everything because Keith wasn't the same person- was barely recognizable. Focused and balanced without needing his help, but also- cold, standoffish (and not in a fun way), closed-off again tighter than ever.

"You ran away!"

Well- what did he run away from, Lance?

The responsibility? The pressure?

Or you.

Lance knows it's not just him that Keith left behind- but that doesn't stop it from feeling that way. Feeling like something important- something vital and fragile was severed when Keith walked away from Voltron, something he can't replace- doesn't have the tools to rebuild.

They never mapped out where they were going to be able to retrace those steps.

Every time they interact, they clash or miss. Their fractured ends were chipped in new ways while they were apart and the jagged pieces just don't fit anymore.

So- is it any surprise he fell into Allura?

When one door closes another one opens and who could blame a guy for falling for her? She needed to be loved by someone who valued her and he needed his love to be valued, so...it worked. While it lasted.

But, she had a part to play for the universe and he'd never hold her back from it, so he was alone again and...resigned to loss.

But, maybe it wasn't the loss that changed him...because he'd been here before: he knew what it felt like to watch someone he loved walk away from him...

But, Keith only sees the change now...

After he's grounded the team and refused to let the paladins take any missions on Atlas' voyage home; cleared their schedules and reserved time with the ship's counselor for each of them. He only sees Lance's mourning after he's decided Lance is mourning...

Maybe it's the way Keith looks at him like he's changed. Like he expects Lance to fall apart any second. Like he's fragile.

And he is, but...

he was mourning long before Allura left.

Can you imagine how deeply Keith misses Lance post war?

But not the Lance of that moment, no.

The Lance of before the war ended. The one that was his right hand/co leader, the one that kept him afloat when shiro went missing again, the one that he'd grown close to.

Because now all he sees when he looks at the boy he loves, is a shell.

In his dreams it's always the Lance without the marks, the Lance that had a smile actually reach his eyes, the Lance that would laugh genuinely and so bright.

Keith goes on a mission to find some lost object and it leads him to a woman known for helping do just that.

She throws Keith and his team into a blank dreamscape saying the guardian of lost things will take shape of ones deepest trust. Ones deepest love, ones deepest wish.

The gaurdian takes the shape of Paladin Lance. The one that used to confide in him, the one that used to spend so much time with him.

Keith is frozen still as he looks at a Lance that's so happy, so playful. Nothing at all like the Lance he'd grown used to seeing now.

The guardian dances around him teasingly with Lances voice, with his smile, with his laugh.

Someone asks why it's Lance and the gaurdian chuckles in a way Keith hadn't heard from real Lance in years.

"because..." Those blue eyes focus in on Keith with the brightest twinkle "Keith missed me the most~"

The guardian steps closer running a hand across Keith's arm as he walks around him in observation. "I simply took the appearance of his heart, he trusts this face so I will Keep it as I guide you."

No one says anything else and Keith's eyes never once leave that face. No Altean markings, no visible depression, no dulled skin.

He's so unfairly alive it hurts. Keith never thought he mourned someone still living so deeply but he did. He was mourning a Lance that no longer existed.

Once the objects location is shown to them the gaurdian turns to Keith for the final time. This time he wears a gentle smile, eyes soft and filled with worry "you love him don't you?"

Keith doesn't even have to think "I do."

The gaurdian is silent for a moment as if milling over its options "speak to him, he is lost too."

And they wake up with the missing object sitting safely in Keith's hands.

All he can think about though is Lances face, young and free.

[amarantine-amirite]

Happy Graduation?

My father let me watch Junie B Jones: The Movie when I was about to go into first grade.

It seemed innocent enough, but Mom said I started to regress in my speech. Both Mom and Dad warned me never to watch it again.

It seemed easy enough, but I didn't get to finish the movie. One night, after my parents went to sleep, I snuck down to finish watching Junie B Jones.

They soon found out I finished Junie B Jones behind their backs. It was my turn to put the dishes away and I couldn't reach the top shelf. What would happen was that I'd leave the dishes on the counter and Dad would put them back, but he'd put them away in the wrong order.

Mom looked at the disordered dishes and shook her head. "you've been having a lot of trouble putting the dishes away when I ask you to. What's the problem?"

"Can you stop putting everything on the top shelves?!" I whined.

Mom shrugged. "It's not like we have a choice," she said as she took the dishes down so I could put them back properly.

I knew what that meant. The house we lived in was given to Mom instead of a cash bonus. Every room had been intentionally designed in a way that's user unfriendly. It meant either you paid the money to renovate so the cost of the renovation served as a whip for you to keep working or you lived at the office. Either way, there's nothing we can do without getting rid of the escape hatch Mom needed to get away from the bullies at work.

I knew we couldn't replace the cabinets, but we did have a hutch that sat unused at the end of the kitchen. "That doesn't make sense," I said pointing to the hutch, "Why can't we put the dishes on the hutch?"

"We just can't," mom responded. That didn't explain anything

"Why are you mad at me for not putting the dishes away? you know I can't reach"

"Because you need to learn not to slack off"

"Then why are you giving me chores that I can't do?"

Mom slammed the counter. "Because I can't do it myself! I'm too busy!" she shouted.

I didn't think it was fair that Mom asked me to do chores that I couldn't do, but I couldn't verbalize a solution. I thought about the Junie B Jones movie. In the movie, Lucille had to have all her chores done before 6:30 before she could go to prom. I said, "But if my chores aren't done before 6:30, I can't go to prom."

Yes, it was nonsense I parroted from a movie, but it was something I could verbalize.

Mom sat me down and said, "Angela, the people that wrote that stupid Junie B Jones movie were harkening back to when they were young. Not even high schools these days have proms anymore."

"Why not?" I asked.

Then came the speech. Schools across the country stopped having prom because kids can't afford to buy expensive dresses and suits, go to a restaurant, and take someone out. The price of admission makes the prom available only to the kids whose parents have more money than God. Movies are the reason why it lasted as long as it did because it used to be universal enough to use as a backdrop without explaining anything.

I stupidly responded with, "I can put you in an old folk's home, you know." I used another line from Junie B Jones. I thought it was something funny to say based on Meanie Jim and Jose's laughter when That Grace said it to Gus Valloney.

Mom got very upset. Even now, she's angry with me that I watched Junie B Jones behind her back after being told not to.

I learned three important lessons that day. Movies and TV are largely set in a world that doesn't exist anymore. Kids today don't recognize this because they either do not remember or never saw the world that TV and movies occupy. Also, Lucille's storyline was a knockoff of Cinderella.

Expecting something to be like it is in movies and TV probably caused this little fuckup during sophmore year.

If you watch any high school film or TV show, you will see the main characters wearing costumes to school on Halloween. Those of us in Mr. Gracey's last period economics class couldn't do that. We had a class presentation on Halloween. It said specifically on the assignment sheet that if we wore a Halloween costume during the presentation, we would get zero.

I desperately wanted to wear a Halloween costume to school, but didn't want to fail my presentation. I figured Mr. Gracey would make an exception for his no costumes during presentations rule if I made the costume relevant to my presentation.

Since my presentation was about hyperinflation in Zimbabwe, I dressed as a hyperinflated Zimbabwean dollar. My peers, a few of whom actually are from Zimbabwe, thought it was hilarious. Mr. Gracey begged to differ. Not only did I get an F on the presentation, I was ordered to undergo sensitivity training.

Just because I was ordered to do sensitivity training doesn't mean I completed it. I didn't skip sensitivity training on purpose, they had three teachers in a maximum class size of 18 kids. One of the teachers got in a car accident and died. All the kids that were in her section, myself included, didn't get a spot in the sensitivity training. It never seemed to matter that I didn't finish sensitivity training. It never got brought up again.

Then came graduation day. My grad ceremony left loads to be desired. They had it in the music room for some reason. We had kids sitting in the hall.

Elle's frustration lingered as she glanced around the narrow hallway outside the band classroom. "This isn't what I pictured," she lamented, "we shouldn't have our graduation ceremony in the hallway outside the band classroom like this."

As tempted as I was to say that movies and TV lie to us, I couldn't help but nod in agreement. "I agree." I added," We have a perfectly good auditorium. Why not use it?"

The kid in front of me passed me a letter. I took one look at the pathetic "explanation" contained therein: We will be hosting our 12th Grade Graduation in Room B1 (the band classroom). Our rationale for doing so is simple. The imagery of formal attire on a stage serves as a brutal reminder of how students living in poverty will never rise from their oppressed station.

That letter did nothing to answer my question as to why they had it in the music room instead of the auditorium. There was enough word salad to make me think that nobody knew what those words were supposed to mean. I took one look at it and said, "A sphincter says what?"

Nevertheless, everyone stared at me. I pointed to the letter. They shook their heads and thought Angela's gone off again.

I got an even bigger rude awakening when they called our row up to cross the conductor's platform in the band classroom that served as a stage. The principal passed me my folder. I nervously glanced inside, expecting to see my hard-earned diploma nestled within. To my dismay, it was devoid of the coveted piece of paper. I turned to Mrs. Paris. "My folder is empty."

She met my gaze with an unyielding nod. "Yes." The principal backed away slowly, sensing that one or both of us would throw something.

A chill ran down my spine as I pressed further, desperation creeping into my voice. "Where's my diploma?"

Mrs. Paris appeared unfazed, her expression bordering on indifference. "What is it?"

I couldn't hide my frustration. "It's the piece of paper the school gives you upon graduation. Where is it?"

Her response was disheartening. "Your diploma didn't get printed."

My heart sank, and I pleaded for an explanation. "Why?"

With a sigh, she explained, "We had some issues at the printer."

This teacher was a known idiot. She once argued with me about there being 52 states because of Alaska and Hawaii. The debate ended with a map of the country and the act of simple counting. I then got suspended for disrespecting a teacher.

Anxiety welled up within me, but Mrs. Paris, my band teacher and mentor, seemed almost dismissive. "Come now, just because your diploma wasn't printed doesn't mean you didn't graduate."

Desperation tugged at my voice as I grasped for a glimmer of hope. "So, are you going to mail it to me?"

Mrs. Paris's response was as sharp as her initial indifference. "I was being sarcastic. If your diploma wasn't printed, you didn't graduate."

"Even if there was an error and it didn't get printed?"

"Doesn't matter," Mrs. Paris blinked and shook her head, "If you don't get a diploma at graduation, you didn't graduate. End of story."

That made no sense whatsoever. It made so little sense it seems like an excuse. I'm pretty sure what happened on Halloween was the reason I didn't graduate and the school just refused to tell me.

I flipped her over the desk and onto the ground, then ran out of the school. I made it halfway to the park before Jill spotted me. "Hey, where you headed?" she shouted from across the park's lush scenery.

My steps slowed as I turned to face her. I glanced over my shoulder, the weight of a trying day etched on my face. "Away from school," I replied with a sigh.

She tilted her head. "Guess you're glad to be done with high school?"

I fixed my gaze on the trees. "It's not just that," I sighed, "Graduation went terribly."

Jill's curiosity piqued. She turned her full attention to me. "What happened?"

I hesitated. I didn't want to tell her that I flipped a teacher over a desk. After I massaged the words in a way that sounded like I wasn't hiding any evidence of misbehavior, I then revealed my frustrating predicament. "They said I didn't graduate because my diploma didn't get printed."

Jill's eyes widened in surprise. But then, her face broke into a comforting smile. "Hey, do you want to do something fun? Do you wanna go to Taco Bell?"

I blinked, momentarily distracted from the crap I'd been through. "Sure," I replied with a small smile. "It'll be easier to get this diploma printing thing sorted on a full stomach."

I'm aware Taco Bell gives me the squirts, but at this point, I don't care. I can't think straight anymore.

It's been two days, and I've received no comeuppance. It's like the whole thing never happened. Life has moved on. Oceania continues to be at war with Eastasia.

Did I graduate high school? I don't really know.

@droptheprompt

[uglybirdsnest]

Vapor Trails

- Chapter 05 -

Chapters list • My AO3

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The next morning, the whole class was astonished by a boy with a messy appearance who just walked into the classroom in the middle of class. "Hey, Andou Daisuke, stop there!" Kasukabe-sensei who felt irritated shouts because all of the students now aren't directing their eyes towards the blackboard but towards the boy whose name was being called. "Andou Daisuke!" He repeated only to get ignored by the boy.

Daisuke walks straight to his seat, but he realized that the boy who always sat next to him was not Toshiya now, rather a short boy with a bowl-like haircut who is currently sleeping. Who's his name again? Daisuke doesn't even now (and care). Feeling a little curious, he glanced to his right and saw that Toshiya is now sitting behind a boy with slightly long hair and bangs. He poked the boy's shoulder saying "Shinya-chan don't mind him." and the boy gave Toshiya a side eye before turning his head slightly and answering "You're giving me creeps, stop bothering me."

"Shinya-chan, rude!"

Aaah f*ck. Daisuke doesn't want his feelings to be all over the place on this lousy morning. Remember, he must focus. He puts down his bag and was preparing to take out his book when Kasukabe-sensei arrived at his seat with a long wooden ruler. The sound of a wooden ruler hitting Daisuke's table made the bowl-haired boy startled and wake up. "What is it noooow!" he groaned.

"Ah, it's just you. Disturbing my f*cking sleep." He tried to put his head on the table again but two fingets landed on his ear. "Ow ow ow ow!! What the hell!!"

"Ah, Kyo-chan's ears got tweaked again!!"

"Don't 'chan' me, idio- ow!!" He meant to answer the boy's 'insult' but instead he got his ear tweaked even more and now his ear becomes redder like an apple that's ready to be eaten. The bald man hummed in an angry tone and goggled his eyeballs, and with his mout open, he shows a row of yellow teeth due to frequent coffee drinking.

"You only like him because he's smart! He smoked cigars in toilet many times before. He's just another delinqu-"

"Don't talk back to your teacher!!" Kasukabe-sensei snapped and hit the boy's head with a ruler to made the boy groaned again. Toshiya just giggled in his seat in the corner with a very satisfied face. "I'm an elite delinquent though! Aah~.. Oh! Weren't you there too, Kyo-chan?" Toshiya said once again and Kyo swears he will kick his ass later. Shinya just made a disgusted face as he continue his notes while all of the class laughing.

Daisuke had completely forgotten that Toshiya always tries to mingle with everyone. Although he prefers to spend his time with Daisuke, he also jokes around with almost all of the boys in class, moreover with that Kyo guy. Daisuke actually had seen those two went to men's toilet on together on breaks to smoke. Of course it would be easy for him to find a replacement for Daisuke, right? Now Daisuke was wondering to himself, did Toshiya choose him because he looked the most pathetic sh*t in class? If he think about it, Toshiya would be better off beside the other guys than he is.

"I want to be here." Daisuke answered nonchalantly while looking for his stationery. Where did he put his blunt, thumb-lenght, pencil?

"You're already expelled, Andou. We already gave the letter to your mother, correct? I'm sure your presence is not needed anymore." Kasukabe-sensei turned to Daisuke with a raised eyebrow. The boy knew it. That's why he put his things back into his bag and got up from his seat so recklessly that his chair fell to the floor.

He couldn't possibly visit his mother at this hour because it was still school time and he didn't want to make his mother ore stressed by seeing her stupid son in the morning on the hospital instead of school. Finally Daisuke chose to go to the Naka market and start his work as a manual laborer again.

The clock at the bus station now shows 4PM, Daisuke rides his old bicycle to the hospital to see his mother's condition. But he couldn't do much because his mother is sleeping. In the end, he just sat with her until the sun went down.

Daisuke parked his bicycle in his yard and entered the hut. Smelling his shirt which is now very smelly with sweat, he immediately went to take a shower. He was about to dry himself with a towel before he realized that there was not a single towel in his sights. So he decides to use his shirt? to wipe his body and came out of the bathroom without any single fabric protecting his skin. The cold air began to be felt by the boy because he got goosebumps and his skin made small microscopic dots.

Should he make firewood after this? Or.. should he just light a candle? But, can the candle warm his body? Wait a minute, does he still have clean clothes to wear anyway? Who knows. Daisuke just hoped he could find a long sleeve shirt that at least isn't too smelly to wear. Daisuke's room door, which was now rickety because it was eaten by termites, made a loud squeaking sound as he open it and stepped inside.

"You took way too long!!"

Daisuke was surprised to hear someone else's voice in his room. From the darkness of the room he vaguely saw a figure of...

"Waaah!! Why are you naked????"

Toshiya covered his entire face with his palms even though his long fingers left a slight gap for his left eye to peek out. His cheeks and ears turned red and his heart pounded. This stup*d ass...

"Why are you blushing, sh*thead?! Are you a girl??" Daisuke with his right hand throws his dirty clothes towards Toshiya and one of his shirts lands right above his head covering his view from Daisuke. "D-Dai-chan! Why are you naked- Gyaa!! Don't come closer! I'm not ready to be a father yet!!"

"Can you shut the f*ck up??! I don't want the neighbors to hear and make up strange rumours!" Daisuke threw Toshiya again with another dirty clothes he just picked up from the floor. "-urgh!"

The two of them walked along the path along the watermelon field with Daisuke guiding his bicycle. Half of his mind was a little disbelieving that after what he did to Toshiya, he still wanted to see him, let alone walk with him. And half of it, he thought that Toshiya is just dumb, that's why.

It feels very awkward. Of all the sounds that were there that night, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard clearly by Daisuke. Where had the sound of the crickets and frogs gone a moment ago? This silence was killing him. Haaah, he really should get on his bicycle and go to Kaoru's stall before 7PM. And now he's forced side by side with the boy who's trying to cover up his blushing by making a serious face (he failed). Daisuke glanced at the younger boy next to him and couldn't help but sigh.

"Dai-chan.." Toshiya began to spoke, finally killing the silence. "It's really sucks when someone doesn't have something to fulfill what they want. And I know that it's really frustating when you don't have a dream like others." he continued. Daisuke can only laugh wryly because that's the truth.

Daisuke looked at the night sky, following the moon before he answers. "I think.. I'm alive because I can't die yet. I'm trying to vent my anger but I only have myself so what's the point? I'm afraid to open my eyes every day and breathe. It's like.. I'm floating in the sky, I'm fa-"

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Hello. Thankyou for clicking this story. As I said before, on tumblr I will only post half of the chapter, so you need to go to my AO3 to read every chapter fully.🤍

Always remember that my stories are FREE, because this is a fanfiction, that should be released free and I purely wanted to share it with all DEG fans, moreover Die lovers 🤍

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[princess-pill-enjoyer]

Beuh I just put two and two together.

I hate benadryl. I do

And for that.. I will be pouring water into the rest of the pills I have on me annd wiping my hands of that whole disaster. Jesus it's getting on my nerves. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it.

It's gross. The taste is nasty, the side effects fucking suck, and I withdraw HORRIBLY. My eyes get red and puffy, nose gets red, I'm just constantly hot, I risk throwing up just by having an empty stomach, I get so moody, I stress so hard about it I now dissociate when I take em, my memory is worse, its harder to form a sentence

I cant take it anymore. I'd rather look like a horrible, shitty person that does literally nothing and absolutely HATE myself for it too than ever go back. Im done

It was a long and hard journey and I find it a bit ironic that it took me smoking weed to stop afterall

Ever since my attempt I just.. cant. I'm so grateful that I finally found some strong shit to replace that feeling. I'm wondering if im starting a problem with constantly needing to smoke tbh. But seriously... not having to worry about my fucking liver health and ulcers has been a forgotten blessing

I still hate the people of the r/dph subreddit. I swear it is the most useless place in the world. Not only do you rarely get anything but people talking about the hallucinative aspect of the shit but you ALSOO get shamed and sneered at when you actively have a problem. It's the stupidest shit I've ever seen. I felt so lost throughout all this. Slowly learning the dos and donts of this stupid substance was a process I wish I didn't go through

Anyway yeah. Fuck dph I'm tired of dealing with the effects. I don't even like the high anymore everytime I get on it as of lately I've just get mad and hurt myself with it. That's fucking all. And I'm tired of hurting myself. Shit is old

Annnd I'm gonna keep my head straight from here on hopefully. I don't really want to kill myself now that I see it's really the leftover benadryl talking. I uh... don't really want to go back to my old job.. so I'll be applying to some irl places instead. Hopefully that'll encourage to stop smoking so damn much as well. I'm going to call into sallie Mae snd hopefully get another deferment and my uni debt I'll be able to skate by this month but from here on I'll keep up with that better

I'll upload proof this time since I'm finally giving up my strict anonymity thing. Probably tomorrow.. I'm exhausted.

God uh for one, I already semi knew I'd be okay THE DAY I QUIT and I put in so many applications. I even got a response back.. but my dumbass was so hellbent on ending my shit I not only didn't call em back, I blocked they number so they couldn't try to do any followup. Stupid shit 😭

I think I'm glad I did it though. I wanna do something completely different this time and I applied to all office jobs. I know I'd run into the same issue if I do some more work from home officey/customer service shit rn

And hopefully... if nothing else.. I can save the money to make the appointments to get diagnosed. If I can manage just keeping a job for longer than 2 weeks, I'll make enough money to pay off my debts with no problem.

I dont want to smoke, I don't want to play anything, I don't really wanna play or watch anything anymore, I just want to be sad and get some money to get myself fixed atp

Anyways L. I feel dumb ah. I'm ready to move on

[whumpshaped]

here's another nightmare dave had. is this inspired by the grim adventures of billy and mandy - big boogey adventure. maybe

Deal with the Devil Masterlist

tw nightmares, school bullying, parental abuse, gambling, animal death, family death, torture, bugs, gore, blood, dismemberment, implied murder, burns

"I won't have time to play with you for a while," they'd said. "There's a rebellion going on! Awfully exciting times we live in. I'll just leave you with a little mental gift. Some nightmares for you to enjoy. Try not to wake yourself, though. Each one will be worse than the one before."

He'd tried to tell himself he was dreaming, as an attempt to preserve his sanity, but his brain took that as an incentive to try and wake him. He'd tried going into each dream repeating "don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up" even when it became unbearable and he felt like he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't stop trying to wake up.

It started out mild, harmless even. It was merely a dream about his schooldays, with a test he didn't prepare for. Teachers yelling. Shoved into lockers. Slapped at home for bad performance.

Then there were the dreams about gambling. Hitting the jackpot and having his reward taken away, or even getting beaten for it, by jealous bystanders, casino guards who had assumed he was cheating, the boss of the casino themself.

His girlfriend, and that stupid dog. The dog getting sold. The dog's dead body. Dog fur coats, dog fur rugs, dog fur, fucking dog fur everywhere, blood sticking to every strand of white hair. Getting taken instead of the stupid animal, his girlfriend glaring at him, telling him he might be worth less than the dog, but she'll still get a nice sum.

His brother. His brother, alive, telling him he's going to die, and he doesn't want to die, please don't do it, please, Dave, don't- His dead brother, reaching for him from beyond the grave, pulling him down with him.

Hell. Spiders. Demons. Monsters. The cauldron of boiling hot water. The disgusting creatures the Devil had made for him. Pain, agony, endless suffering, wake up, no, don't wake up, please, don't wake up-

He jolted awake with a scream, tears evaporating quickly from his wet cheeks in the hellish warmth. The Devil was standing right in front of him, covered in some sort of ink-like substance he immediately recognised as the blood of many slain demons. "I can't, I can't, please, stop, I can't do this... Please..." He crawled backwards, curling up against the wall. "Please, no more..."

"I see you've had just as great of a time as I have."

He could hear the distinct sound of hooves on granite as the Devil approached his shivering form, lifting him up by the throat and pinning him against the rapidly heating wall. It wasn't even warm when his back had first hit it, and now it burned, more and more, with an intensity that no nightmare-born pain should've ever reached.

"Please stop!" he choked out around the grip on his neck. "Ple-ease-"

"Why would I? I haven't seen you in ages!" They grabbed onto one of his wrists, yanking on it until the tendons tore, and he was forced to watch his hand detach from the rest of his arm in a sickeningly bloody display of the Devil's strength. "I rushed right back home as soon as I ran out of conspirators. Tearing them limb from limb was fun and all that, but nothing can replace this." They held up the severed hand with a wide grin, before dropping it on the floor carelessly and grabbing onto him again.

Was this real?

Was this actually real?

"Oh, my stupid human..." They dug their claws into the soft meat of his arm, dragging them down until there were several chunks of skin just hanging like ribbons from his raw flesh. "I'm afraid this dream came true."

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Hey wheres Devil Hot drabble 22? link leads right back to your main page. Also... since the last anon had a nightmare... perhaps a nightmarish hell for the human?

thats weird, it works for me. here !

i'll come back and write a drabble when i have inspo but until then, i hope u enjoy drabble 22 !