#my body wont sleep. i dont know what its so afraid of

[spideypop]

do you remember what it felt like to believe that god cared about you? it feels like so long ago. he was everything to you and you were just another fallen body in his holy war. just another glassy eyed sacrificial lamb spilling blood from its throat. maybe he did love you but not enough to save you. not more than he loved his grand plan.

[nobodywritingao3]

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[iwanty0uu]

How would aot boys react to reader saying she want a break and goes to sleep on the couch

Ony :

- “Baby girl what’s the matter?” He asked as he wrapped his hands around you, nuzzling into your warm body on his bed, his dark features enhanced by the blue light of your phone. You didn’t respond which earned a poke in the hip from him. “ You dont wanna talk t’me? What i do?” You hummed in response, scrolling through his following and his liked posts, all the girls that you felt looked better than you.. the insecurity started to get to your head. “Hey Ony..I think we should take a..you know..brea-” You heard the bed creak beneath you as he straightened himself up. “Y/n.. don’t play with me. You not deadass. How you finna be upset with me and not tell me what I did so we could fix it?” He said, his tone changing in frustration and confusion, but internally, he was afraid.. “Ony I dont wanna agrue nd I can tell Im just gonna make this worse.. I’ll sleep on the couch for tonight” You mumbled softly. “Like hell you will, the fuck. You gon talk to me whether u like it or not and if i gotta read your notes app to figure out who or what the fuck got in my baby’s head I will.” He grabbed your face peppering it with butterfly kisses.

• “We’ll figure it out together girl”…

Armin :

Armin was very observant, so when he noticed your distance, he panicked and it bothered him for days. “Love?” He asked from the living room, slowly entering making sure not to invade your space. You looked up in response turning your phone off to give your boyfriend your full attention. “ I got your text.. about, you sleeping on the couch tonight and stuff, n I don’t know if this is because mood swings or if its something that I did or if its something that you’re upset with me about not saying that I have to be the center of your life and emotions and everything because I know that you work really hard in school and-” He paused abruptly collecting his thoughts. He averted his eyes from your now concerned gaze. You never knew it would affect him this much. “What I’m trying to say is.. I got you chic-fil-a and a new blanket to make you feel better.. and hopefully we can watch a movie and talk about it?

• “I’ll give you your space but I’m only a call from our bedroom away okay?”…

Connie :

The ping of the basketballs in the gym echoed in your ears. You watched as your boyfriend got a little too friendly with his personal trainer who you weren’t jealous of, but you simply weren’t fond of her. Who would want their man getting touched up on by a girl for lord knows how long.. but Connie assured you that the only reason she’s here is because his usual trainer broke his arm and in three weeks, he’ll be healed enough to get back in action.He wanted to ask if you wanted to join him for the day but your energy was low so he let you be.. All was well until you were facing the window in the car, being less talkative than usual. The sun retired for the day and the sky was dark, “I’m gonna sleep on the couch tonight”… “ No ur not..”… “You cant tell me what to do..”…. “ k .”

11:04 pm

You felt a sudden jerk, which made you open your eyes skightly, and a pair of hazel eyes met yours.“Hope you got all the space you needed girly..you wont see her training me again tomorrow, she was annoying anyways..”

• His plump lips met your temple as you nustled into his neck, “night”…

Jean :

You never knew when to stop playin. You set up your phone in the kitchen to record your boyfriend’s to your little “prank”.

8:15 pm- jean comes home

8:30- jean showers after greeting you

9:25- jean lays on couch

9:28- “Jean baby.. I’m gonna sleep here tonight..I need some space..”

9:30- “Back in my day, when the women needed space, they’d sleep with the oxen and mules..so”

You stared blankly at his unfunny joke, walking into the kitchen keeping deadpan eye contact, revealing your phone. “It was a prank fucking old ass man.”

• “Oh aii…”

HOPE YA LIKED IT- 𝓵𝓮𝓵𝓮 <3

[inlovewhithafairytale]

Promise you wont leave(flashback series)

⛥⛧masterlist

⛥⛧ Supernatural masterlist

Dean Winchester x Little sister

Dean was woken up by a whimper from the other side of the motel room where Yn was sleeping in the couch.

He heard the soft sound of sobbing and frowned making his way across the dark room quietly.

"Yn are you ok?" He asked softly putting a hand on her shoulder.

Yn's body stiffened for a moment before she turned on the makeshift bed to look at him tear stairs on her face.

"I had a nightmare" she said quietly as she hugged Mr. Cottons close to her body.

"Alright then, move over" dean sat down next to her and pulled her into his lap hugging her. The 3 year old leaned into his arms.

"Want to talk about it" dean asked her softly.

"It was from that movie we saw last night, it was scary. I dreamt i saw a ghost and it wanted to kill me" the little girl said quietly sniffling her sobs.

The 15 year old mentally cursed himself. How could have he forgotten Yn had been watching too? "Dont worry. No ghost would even dare to come get you. Dad and me and sammy will stop them"

"Are ghost real."

"No. Dont worry about it" came the short reply. Of course they were. But Yn didnt need to know that. Not now. Not so young.

"But he seemed real in my dream"yn sobbed quietly curling against her older brother's chest. "Im scared Dea"

"its fine booger, im here" Dean said softly, in the voice he only used for Yn.

"you pinky promise you wont leave?" Yn asked her teary eyes looking up at dean in the dark and she held up he pinky.

With a small chuckle Dean interlocked his pinky with hers "I promise" he sighed softly and held her close "want to know what my mom did when i was your age and scared?"

Yn nodded.

And there, in the dark of the motel room, their father and brother sleeping soundly in their beds, Dean brough up the song he treasured most in the world. The song Mary used to sing to him, that she used as a lullaby.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better.

Yn curled closer against him holding Mr. Cottons tightly and her tears stopping as she listened

Hey Jude, don't be afraid. You were made to go out and get her. The minute you let her under your skin, Then you begin to make it better.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, Don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder.

Hey Jude, don't let me down. You have found her, now go and get her. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better.

Up to now Yn was sleep, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted.

Dean looked down at her his gaze softening.

"Good night jude"

𓆩⚝𓆪 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑* -⃝⃤ *⭑ ๋࣭⭒𖤐 𓆩⚝𓆪SUPERNATURAL𓆩⚝𓆪 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑* -⃝⃤ *⭑ ๋࣭⭒𖤐 𓆩⚝𓆪

Taglist: @bisforbuse

[neophytepagan]

25 for caecade?

25. one to five tropes they embody or could pull off in an AU.

mostly thinking of the canon verse and im giving more than five because i dont wanna cut down any

unrequited love/one sided - pretty self explanatory, caesar likes arcade and arcade despises him, making caecade one sided and more nonconny is fun sometimes but doesn't have that drama that i like in arcade's shameful attraction.

corruption - over time arcade slowly grows accustomed to caesar and living in his close proximity. he starts tolerating more than he probably should, growing numb to the tragedies around him until caesar pushes him to be a player in it rather than just a victim or a bystander, elevating him to a position of power. maybe arcade tries to do good, but he still becomes complicit by extension

caretaker/ing - emphasizing on the doctor/patient dynamic, despite caesar's atrocities seeing him vulnerable and weak still activates those parts of arcade's brain that makes him want to help and care for him. it makes caesar far more human, seeing him afraid, exhausted, in pain. arcade can't bring himself to deny him any treatment, tenderness, soft touches, words of encouragement

slow burn- arcade isn't breaking that easy, but caesar has all the time in the world to chisel away at his defenses. caesar doesnt even know arcade likes men at first, and feels somewhat ashamed of like, "forcing" that affection upon him. in caesars eyes arcade is the closest thing to an equal to him and after being lonely for... years. pushing away this new and wonderful thing because of his desires would be a shame. then he finds out arcades gay and he wont stop flirting with him

arranged marriage - is always fun especially with a side of political intrigue. this would mostly have to be in an au, but arcade being offered up in a political marriage after being found out as gay and refusing to wed a woman and continue to family line, so his parents will use him as a bargaining chip instead, throwing him at the slaving dictator. arcades afraid for his life and safety given the rumors about caesar... but caesar is so astonishingly different than what he'd expected that he's almost glad for the marriage so he can get away from the enclave

mutual pining - one of my favorite parts about this pairing is when arcade is pining for caesar and really isnt happy about it. he catches himself eyeing caesars body or feeling giddy and butterflies in his stomach over something sweet caesar says to him. its kind of a game. caesar seeing how openly affectionate he can be before arcade puts his boundaries up and gets angry and hides again. he gets to say some pet names but touching is too much... then after some time he gets to stroke arcades hair or caress his cheek but the second he leans in for a kiss arcade yells at him and pushes him away. one night arcade is the one who leans in and presses his lips to caesar, but the second he starts tugging at arcades clothes arcade says no and goes to sleep. progression like that. caesar daydreams abt arcade whenever he's not around him, gets him gifts, even blushes (caesar getting flustered is so good to me) when arcade flirts back

sharing a bed - a pretty cheesy trope but caesar only has one bed in his tent and it would be a fun way for him to try and get arcade to like him. hes being so nice offering his huge comfy bed to arcade. the soldiers have to sleep in sleeping bags on the floor. come on arcade... don't you see what an honor it is...

ruler/consort - i fold this in to like, everything i do with them. arcade always becomes something more than just a slave or a doctor. he becomes caesar's closest advisor, his sole confidant. he also becomes a little voice in his ear pushing him and manipulating to do things (for the good of the wasteland) and caesar lets him because he's both so head over heels and damn it's sexy when arcade is playing with him. arcade being officially recognized as caesar's consort or spouse... its so goodddd

[ambyandony]

hang on look out monster au la squadra concept post

ft. iltas oc zatta

//spoilers for vento aureo

formaggio: naphil / nephilim

(some sort of biblical sort of being but what they are isn't entirely clear from my research; some suggest theyre giants, some say half-angels, some say they're fallen angels, I went with both fallen angel and giant)

he uses little feet to adjust his size as desired but his actual height is 10' so assuming zatta does exist in monster au she hates him even more for having the audacity to be that tall

cats fucking hate him, and he keeps trying to pet ghiaccio who also hates him

he loves cats though

he has a broken, inverted halo

fucked up weird eyes that scare people

lots of naps and sometimes when he wakes up his eyes are fucked up and scary

started the laser pointer thing which was then perpetuated by melone so eberyone always blames him when furniture gets broken

weve all thought about killing you formaggio

annoying

doesnt use magic for anything useful

magic by nature but due to his 'fallen angel' type indivinity status he has less innate control so on the full moon he gets particularly moonsick and 'drinks it off' (does not work, does not help, makes everything worse)

illuso: mirror ghost

zatta is paranoid about mirrors in the la squadra hideout because of one accidental incident in the bathroom which was frankly a mortifying ordeal for the both of them and neither has mentioned it to the others

used to be human, hes pretty traumatised about being dead but hasnt explained how he died and doesn't like thinking about it

he cant read text when its written left to right anymore

mirrors in every room of the hideout except bedrooms where mirrors are kept covered and only uncovered in case of emergencies so sorbet is always seen standing out of view of mirrors because of the Incident

they actually have a really really awkward TV setup specifically devised so illuso can also watch TV

scared of gelato

one time zatta accidentally shattered all the mirrors in the hideout with depeche mode. this was inconvenient for illuso who said he himself actually shattered for a bit until there was a new mirror.

GO DIE PROSCIUTTO

zatta also hates the mirror cracking noise that happens around him

on full moons he actually becomes visible outside of the mirror but its fucked up and scary

prosciutto: lich

his anchor is probably his pendant

his jaw is partially exposed, since he's undead, his body isn't in the best shape.

hes not a real necromancer he doesn't know how to actually properly raise the dead and wont try (unless..?)

the rivalry with illuso is preeeettty one sided

wears perfume because he doesn't smell like rot, but he smells like, 'death'. it makes people subconsciously afraid of him, so he masks it.

his room also smells like perfume/air freshener. he has one of those automatic wall spray things.

his pillowcase is basically doused in cologne and is black because he either drools or bleeds all over it in his sleep because body preservation is a part of his morning routine.

his eyes dont really... see? not in the same way as bruno where hes blind, because he can still 'see', but his eyes dont follow movement anymore, and are very dull and blank.

on bad days he coughs up blood.

he dies every full moon and then reanimates in the morning and has to basically dose himself up with necromancy to regain a normal looking form

he's partially immune to his own stand due to either having no body heat or just due to the necromancy. his body doesn't function like it used to, but he still has blood flow.

pesci: human

i also had the idea that pesci was undead brought back by prosciutto but i didn't wanna directly state that

i basically relate him to my cousin who has a scooby doo special interest i think

instead of hooking / detecting just hearts, i actually changed beach boy a little - it hooks / detects auras, and can detect a lot from just that.

basically, instead of nearly killing himself buccellati doesn't evade the detection, he overwhelms it because of his super powerful divine eldritch angel aura and pesci is like WHAT THE FUCK????????? WHAT THE FUCK GET ME OUT OF HERE

either nothing happens to him on the full moon or he dies if exposed to moonlight and reanimates in the morning like prosciutto

he also detects as a normal human by aura and doesn't have corpse traits

what the fuck is going on

fishing :)

melone: cambion

( half-human, half-demon. most ppl automatically assume that it's always human x concubus but it's not but unfortunately in melones case his father was an concubus/incubus )

i already made a lorepost about this idiot and his impractical wings and tail

he gets really moody when people bring up his inhumanity but openly (when its safe) uses his abilities

never met his father, he thinks, anyway

never used sugent absorption because he doesn't want to turn out like his father (also why he treats baby face kinda like a son)

so hes actually a bit manastarved since concubi are more built for sugent absorption than they are for the environmental absorption he actually uses

circumstances of his conception were horrific. he was pretty much blamed for his own existence by everyone around him which may or may not have affected his mentality and traumatised him and shaped his worldview and motivated his actions. yknow. mightve had some bearing on the reflection of his soul.

doesn't excuse it but yknow. his mother didn't love him and he doesnt know if he even understands love

not as creepy about his stand and Women as he is in the anime, actually pretty clinical about the process and just a weirdo with innate vibes that make people uncomfortable because he's a Specific Kind Of Demon

concubi aren't actually inherently sexual, it's just that the ones that are heard about happen to have Done Things that give the whole subset a bad name.

It's true they feed off the energy of other Beings, and that can be done Sexually, but that doesn't make them inherently Averse To Consent. Concubi are physiologically built for sugent absorption and thats about it.

concubi are unfortunately very much magically wired and manaflow is as crucial as blood and airflow to someone like melone. passive environmental absorption and reactive / interactive absorption (absorbing energy from the interactions of people) provide enough to survive.

melone isnt his real name but he prefers it.

lets be clear im still hitting him over the head with a rolled up newspaper

ghiaccio: ailuranthrope

(ailura type, incomplete formshift subsect, pathomorphic variety, selkirk rex breed; blue and grey coat)

transgender?

his transformations are tied to his emotions which are very volatile, the partial formshifts mostly affecting his face, head, arms and tail

due to his hyperfrequent shift triggers, ghiaccio is essentially in constant or near constant pain as he keeps shifting and never enough to lose awareness.

his anger issues stem from his autistic ways and general mental illness but are made worse by his unending hell of a physiological state.

in a vicious cycle, thusly, his shifting is made worse when he shifts because he gets angrier.

basically has chronic pain. due to the most common formshifting locations, this typically manifests as mouth pain, unbearable migraines, back pain, and ear pain.

he always seems pretty bruised. he has incredibly frequent nosebleeds and tinnitus.

zatta empathises. still gets mad

habit of sitting in chairs very Wrong and usually kneel-sitting instead of normal sitting because of too many incidents sitting on his own tail

might have once been a normal human, and got Turned

he sheds

bad bad habit of biting and scratching himself so hes very very scarred up

often relies on melone's illusory magic to blend in

has tried to kill himself and it did not work

he only falls for the red dot at first but doesn't actually chase it, just throws himself at it and then his sense kicks in.

generally doesn't have any complete transformations, except for on the full moon. because it's the only time he fully shifts, he kinda goes fucking insane and goes into Beast Mode and it's up to others to keep him from doing that.

the spray bottle does not work

one of the rare few who can use his stand in full ailuromorph

i like to think he spends most of the white album ep in cat beast form

would kin izutsumi

autistic about linguistics (we know this)

still struggles with metaphor and idiomatic expression

hate

risotto: sanguisuge

tall

autistic

flat affect

quiet

drinks blood

eats blood in form of metal

doesnt understand a lot of things

does understand how to be quiet and scare people

fatherly air about him similar to buccellati but much scarier

keeps hitting head on door frames

me and the bad bitch i pulled by being magnetic

actually able to drink not only from people's bodies but also their auras

how do i preheat the oven

has basically no idea whats going on in normal contexts

sleeps completely prone face down stiff as a plank and with his eyes open

[astraystayyh]

omg happy first birthday my sahar !! im not here from the very beginning but i'll never forget the day i found your account and it just makes me so incredibly happy to see you grow like🥹 im so proud of you, never forget that !!!!

also i'd like to request a teeny tiny drabble, some kind of reunion with lino ?? like, you had to work abroad for a little while and he misses you so much and you decide to surprise him and its all soft and maybe lino even cries a little bc he just can believe youre in his arms again ??

i hope this isnt too much, dont feel pressured please !! anyway, i love you and im proud of you mwah😽😽😽

my merin i hope you know that you mean the absolute world to me, you’re literally one of the first people whose username i’ve memorized and i always look forward to your feedback because you’re the absolute sweetest to me. i can’t thank you enough for making this year brighter for me <333 anddd this drabble is for u hehehe so i wont tag it,, enjoy it babyyyy i love u 🥹💓

there has been a lump growing in minho’s throat from the moment he has dropped you off to the airport— a kiss on your forehead as a farewell, your intertwined hands slowly slipping from one another as you waved him off.

“i’ll be gone for a week, max. it’ll go by quickly,” you had reassured him the night before, but the universe seemed to taunt him, stretching the seconds more and more till every day spent without you suddenly felt like a year.

he felt your absence in the obvious— you weren’t there greeting him once he got back from work, and you weren’t there scrambling eggs on the stove, clad in one of his old t-shirts. but he also felt it in the subtle cues, the smell of your perfume in your bedroom grew fainter, the house now void of your giggles— much quieter, as if in pause waiting for your return.

he was surprisingly good at hiding his longing from you, smirking at your reflection on the phone as he stated how grateful he was to have the bed all for himself- all while sleeping on your side to trick his brain into thinking you were close.

but now it was day six and your trip had extended for three additional days, and minho missed you so much his heart seemed to bleed out your name. he knew it was his 3 a.m. meaning that it was your midnight but he still called you, needing to hear your voice.

“hi, honey.” you greet, voice coming out as faint whisper. “why aren’t you asleep?”

“i couldn’t,” he admits softly and you giggle, a hint of teasing in your tone.

“because you miss me?”

“mm,” he simply hums, bringing your pillow closer to his body. “i miss you,” a pause, a shaky breath escaping him. “more than you know.”

“minho,” your voice softens, and the sound of his name dripping this gently from your tongue makes tears well in his eyes.

“say it again.”

“minho?”

“yeah, please. say it.”

it is not often minho asks you for something, even less often does he ask you for an act this simple, this sweet.

“minho,” you call out gently, and he hums, wiping away his cascading tears.

“my minho.”

“yours.” he has the phone on speaker now, eyes closed imagining as if you are near.

“i love you,” you say sweetly and he nods, though you can’t see him. he wishes you could.

“i love you.”

“i miss you.”

“i miss you most.”

“i’m here,” a kiss on his shoulder startles him, and he turns around to find you hovering above him, a giddy smile on your face.

“what, h…how?” he stutters, bringing you into his hold immediately. his nose buries inside the slate of your neck, his arms encircling your waist as if afraid you’d evaporate if he lets you go.

“hi, baby,” you beam, planting kiss after kiss on his shoulder. you can feel his tears wet your shirt but you don’t comment on it, instead running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“how was your bed without me?” you tease, pulling away slightly to lock eyes with him.

“lonely,” he says earnestly, eyes still brimming with tears.

“bad week?” you pout, swiping your thumb gently across his cheek.

“all good now,” he finally smiles, before pressing his lips against yours softly. “how did you come?”

“my trip didn’t extend. i just wanted to surprise you. chan just dropped me off,” you explain.

he stays silent for a little while, eyes simply taking you in.

“i’ll ask you to marry me, you know that right?”

your heart skips a beat. the house becomes a home once again.

“and my answer will be yes.”

[slayingqueenchal]

"Are you serious, Remus, james's little sister? " | remus Lupin x y/n potter

Y/n is a year younger than James, you're Gryffindor in this fic, I'm sorry for the hufflepuffs, ravenclaws and Slytherins. No smuts. Y/n doesn't know about remus's Lycanthropy, and the marauders being animagus. ATYD inspired. Moody remus. Cheesy love story.

"Merlins beard! What happened to you, rem? " You asked In a soft caring way. He was laying on the hospital wings bed. Scars on his upper body, and it looks so painful. He looks tired, as if he didn't sleep the whole night.

Remus stuttered a few words, before saying "I was just walking but then a dog.. It attacked me"." That's sound painful, I'm sorry, but, you won't be going to any classes right? " You asked

"I will," He said. "No way, no way right, madam pomfrey? " You turned to look madam pomfrey. "Yes I'm afraid he won't go to class," Remus cuts her off "but-", but, you cut him off saying "see madam pomfrey said it, besides its only one day, you can asks if you have any homework or something to someone".

"Right... Alright I'll be staying for the day" Remus sighed, in defeat. "Good, oh no, uhm bye Remus, bye madam pomfrey, uhm I need to get to class, bye! " You said, looking at the very beaten up clock.

"Goodbye, y/n! " Said Remus, with madam pomfrey saying "goodbye dear".

The day went on perfectly, and you sat with James, Sirius, and Peter. They're like your closest friend, and with Sirius staying in your house it makes your friendship stronger. You liked Sirius and Peter. Sirius is humorous, talks alot, Peter is funny too, even though he's a bit quieter than your brother or Sirius. But, the thing is you like them in a, a platonic way. But, your feelings to Remus differs.

Remus was your first ever crush, well, still to this day in fourth year. Your not-so-quite-friend-but-is-a-friend Regulus, sirius's brother seems to notices. In potions class while working together, he asks if you had a thing for Remus, which you denied.

It was before you went to Hogwarts when you knew about Remus. James, Sirius and Peter has been sending a million letters to him, even though you said for them to stop, cause he might be busy.

But, one day you sirius got a letter. His infamous..

'Dere sirius

Pleas dont send me more letters. Can't read them and matron getting anoyed by the owls. See you on the train.

Remus.'

You giggled a bit. "Finally you've got an answer, sirius" You looked up to him. "Don't tell James, or Peter" He said. "Alright, I wont" You said.

"Hey sis! " James hits you softly. "Daydreaming about some men? " James snorts. "He's not old" You accidentally said.

"Ooo, pr-james, seems like your sister have a crush on some guy in Hogwarts! " Sirius smirked to James. "Better not be Snivellus" James said. "No he's a Gryffindor, oh wait.. " You looked down.

"Oh wait, who is it? " James looked more serious now. "No one, really, uhm I'll go, uh, homework" You said. "Y/n, it's Friday night, you can literally do it tomorrow" Peter finally talked.

"Right, uhm, I'll go check on Remus, see if he's not as tired as he was" You excused your self. Well, none of them know you just told who you liked.

"Totally now weird at all, y/n" Sirius smiled sarcastically and you left. Searching for, well, none other that Remus Lupin him self, of course.

You walked to the hospital wing and see Remus already standing, so you went in. "Hey, remus". He flinched. " Oh.. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" You smiled weakly but remus immediately said "no no! You don't have to be sorry, I'm just sleepy, by the way madam pomfrey let me go back so" He looked down.

"That's great! Are you feeling better, is it hurting? " You asked. "I'm alright, geez y/n can you just stop! For godrics sake just stop being so 'caring' and stuff, cause you don't care! Stop acting like you do! " Remus looked at you dead in the eyes.

"Oh.. I'm sorry, uhm, well I'm going to my dorm now, bye! " You felt rushed and mixed emotions. It was stupid for you to felt sad.

You walked out of the hospital wing. And stupidly felt really sad. You looked back and saw Sirius go to the hospital wing. You couldn't care less.

While you walked to the dorm, Sirius asked Remus. "Where's y/n, she said she was going here to check on you". " Sirius, Sirius, you know how moody I am, right? " Remus said, his eyes as if he saw something traumatic.

"Yeah, you can be moody some times" Sirius nodded. "Well I said a really rude thing, and now she's mad at me which is understandable! But James is going to know, and then he'll be mad, and the he wouldn't want to be friends with me, and then you too, Peter too, and then 50/50 percent chance one of you tell everyone that I have lyca- you know what! And then she hates me for having it, and I'll be heartbroken, cause like I'm in love with her!,plus expelled, then matron wouldnt want to-" Remus rambled but Sirius cuts him off with "Are you serious, Remus, James's little sister?".

"I know, I'll loose feelings slowly, but how! I've been head over heels for the girl since second year, and now she's pissed off! Because of me! " Remus said. "Hell, moony, she likes someone, he's in Gryffindor too, it must be you! " Sirius clapped his hands and smiled.

"Never, if she finds out about what I am, she'll be disgusted" Remus sighed.

Well, you in the other hand, was with James and Peter in the boys common room. "God Jamie he hates me" You layed on James bed and face first to his pillow. "No he doesn't, he's just.. Moody at times" James said.

"Pete you agree with me right, he hates me! " But Peter said silent. "Instead of thinking heavily.. About remus, what about you do that homework of yours and clear your mind a bit" James suggested.

"I'm not serious about the homework thing! I have no homework! " You looked at James and sat up. When James was going to speak, the door opened with Sirius and Remus. "Hey?" Sirius waved.

"Shit! I have homework! Bye! " You jumped out of the bed and left. "Didn't you say that you don't have-" You cut James off "yes I do, uh, yeah bye! " You got out of their dorm and went to your own.

"Oh god.. Remus" Sirius sighed. "She hates me! " Remus whispered-yell.

"Are you to having a telepathy session right now cause she went here rambling about how 'you hate her' and she was like, manic" James said, raising his eyebrows.

"James... Take a deep breath... I like your sister" Remus said quietly. "Knew it" James said. But he surprisingly smiled. "You know what it means, padfoot, 15 galleons" Smirked James.

"Oh for merlins sake you bet on me? " Remus turned to Sirius, and he met an annoyed-sorry eyes.

"Later, prongs, what about Remus? " Sirius said. "I mean I, as her lovely brother, Is fine with you liking her, cause you never cross the line, but, well you need to apologize" Said James, it was one of James's first time ever being rational.

"I'll ask my dear lily, come come" He said. So, remus followed James. "Lils my dear, can you please call my sister here, we don't want to get Remus hurt by sliding of the stairs, and him feeling like he wants to disappear, and it'll be severe for me, Sirius and Peter! "

"Oh my gosh James you don't need to make every thing rhyme, for remus's sake yes I'll call her" She sighed, standing up and walking away from her friends.

"Y/n? " You heard a knock, you knew it was lily from her voice. You opened it "yes? ".

"Can you follow me, for a second " She smiled, and you followed anyways, if you don't James would be mad at you for not following your 'future sister in law'.

"Oh. Remus..! " You tried to be energetic, when meeting him. Lily and James suddenly disappeared.

"Hey, y/n it's almost curfew but I don't care, uhm, I'm sorry, I was rude" He said. "It's fine, rem, I was being too sensitive, I mean, it's fine for everyone to be moody" You 'smiled'.

"Y/n," He asks. "Yeah? ".

"Can we go to my common room, I want to tell you something" Remus said. You feared that he knew you had a thing for him, and that, he doesn't like you back. Or he doesn't want to be friends with you anymore.

When Remus opened the door three boys were waiting. "Hey boys.. Uhm, can you guys in the most respectful way get out, just for five minutes" Remus said.

But surprisingly to you, they didn't say anything and got out. "So, what do you want to tell me? " You asked.

"I like you, y/n, since second year, James knows, and if you don't like me back it's fine anyways" He looks down. "Rem, rem, I don't like you I'm bloody in love with you! " You saw the relief in his face.

"But before I ask you if you want to be my girlfriend.. Uhm I need you to know something" Remus said, finally looking into your eyes. "Yeah, what is it? " You asked.

"I have lycanthropy. I'm a werewolf, I'm a monster, I just don't want to hide it to you anymore, but if you're still somehow interested in me... Y/n, would you like to be my girlfriend? " Remus looked down, again.

"I don't care if you have lycanthropy, hell, that explains everything, and also.. " You.. You put your lips onto his.

"I'm guessing that's a yes? " Remus giggled, cheeks going red. "Solid yes" You smiled

[anandasamsara]

i guess im in a new low for my depression

im kind of afraid of going outside. its not really fear, but its uncomfortable to think about getting out of the house and i feel like i dont deserve to??

which tangles with the "there are relatively good things happening between the bad ones, but the good things happening arent the ones that should be happening, so i cant feel good about them"

like, i guess my parents are actually really divorcing this time, which is the bad thing, but ive been able to get a few conventions down for the next two months, which should be good, but what i actually need to happen is a real job that i can use to pay rent if/when my dad goes away, which is both bad and good, bc i dont actually want a job bc i dont feel like i can put up with any more stress, but i do want dad to leave bc its been impossible with him here, so i need the job...

my anxiety has also been manifesting as rashes and acne bc the feeling isnt enough anymore for my brain to let me know there are things wrong all around even tho theres not much i can do about it other than worry

i also dont feel human bc i dont want to deal with everything, i dont want a job, i dont want to feel, ive been sleeping for like almost 15 hours per day, havent washed my hair in two weeks and dont feel any motivation to keep going

im trying tho, but the only thing that makes me feel a little bit better is thinking about the big convention thats coming up in july, but i know i shouldnt be thinking about it bc i need a stable job and income to pay the bills, and then it stresses me out and i feel burnt out and not wanting to exist

and then i catch myself thinking on how much better my mom's life would have been if i wasnt born, and then i blame my parents for everything bc i sure as hell didnt ask to be here and have to deal with expectations in a world that will never be accomodating to any of my limitations that i only learned i had after becoming a legal adult bc i was the gifted child and never had to think about it before

and this limitations keep surprising me still bc now i cant keep up with my friends for most things, i cant lift much weight even tho my arms can take it, i cant go up anything steeper than a 20° angle without struggle, cant be on my feet for more than 4 hours a day, and if its cold or too hot it goes down to 2 hours max, if i get cramps on my left leg it can take up to 3 days to get better and who know wht can happen if i fall down stairs again. theres a hook holding the bone in place, and if i break it, no idea if it can be fixed

and im still called lazy, or irresponsible, or someone has the guts to send me a job offer of babysitter or tell me that if i have to leave the post grad to be a cashier in a supermarket, that's life for me

i did leave, i cant afford it and it was turning out to be an awful place with awful professors

i was counting with the conventions to keep the post grad and try to go back to therapy, but this is the second month with none and as i get desperate, i also get hit repeatedly with my own limits and my own self worth that says i only have my body in this life so i shouldnt sacrifice it, but then i know i wont have much choice soon, so again, why am i even here to start with? i did not sign up for this, i do not want to be here

[isekaisyouwithmyforearmlaser]

i feel disconnected from everything. i come into these bouts where im painfully aware of how alive i am and its immediately drowned out. i cant sleep without feeling like im fading. i get sleep paralysis so when i manage to be asleep i feel utterly trapped. but being awake is so exhausting. like im walking around and working and paying but im alive and its such a miracle and yet im treated so poorly or have been i only rmemeber so much but my body remembers sooo much more. a couple of nights ago i cut up an apple as a snack for my little sister and didnt think anything of it until i looked down at the apples as i was giving it to her and all of a sudden had this intense fear and had a panic attack afterwards and couldnt sleep until 3am. likr WHAT? OVER AN APPLE? no idea. i remembered something but my brain immediately blocked it out. and its like. one day, i wont be alive. and i will rest. and i know then i will be safe because i will be back with god. i dont knkw what that will be like but i feel like its soft and warm and envelopes you. i feel trapped in my body. im so tired. i was aware that i was on mh bed and im sick rn and cna barely move. and i work so hard all the timr and varely sleep anymkre. and i dont talk to any of my friends anymkre cause i have a kid and im working onstantly and they are put in college or finishing college and travelling and i feel like, not trapped per say, i love my family and i actually am happy, and im not lost, i just deel like. im in thebback of my head. im just constantly working and i cant aleep anymore. and i dont eat well. and i always have headaches and im sore. i feel weird. and i get scared and pray when i start becoming aware. of everything. and lately i feel cold. before i would feel god and i still know god is there but i just feel cold right now. and i dont think its thst god isnt with me, i think i feel so inside myself and pushed away and im closing my eyes and plugging my ears and curled up in a vall constantly. im not here. do you know? like i dont know how else to describe this. its exhausting keeling my eyes open anymkre but im so afraid to go to sleep because if i pass no one would be here to take care of my family.

[rightxonxmain-archived]

Now Roxie wasnt the best at picking up tones. Picking up when she pushed too many buttons or hit the wrong nerve. But you know who was good at that? Furball. The women were connected in more ways than one, so she utilized this for her benefit when the moment called for it and this was one of them. Roxie could tell he wasnt lying but it wasnt her place to forgive him.

Hearing the man out on the other line, she rolls her eyes. "Okay. Just making sure. Im her sister Roxie, so be lucky I picked up this phone first. I believe you but its up to her to believe you. She would have hung up with how pissed she is. It has plenty to do with that I am afraid. I can give you a few secrets while shes out." Roxie starts, putting the phone on her shoulder and filing her nails. "You are dealing with a dangerous woman when shes angry. She hasnt had the best life or experience with men, whatever she told you only scratches the surface. I wont go into too much detail as its not my place to say but I will say she hates to be made to feel stupid. She hates feeling crossed. She hates feeling like she couldnt see something coming 20 paces ahead of her. In this case, even if you didnt cheat, her anger was placed on not figuring out your truth earlier. So she became violent."

She kept checking to see if Onyx stirred but the woman was out cold. She snorts when he makes a comment about witches not being real. "Oh boy she hasnt told you shit has she? Let me tell you something, that earthquake you felt when she was upset, that was her. When a certain kind of woman with unexplainable powers gets angry, her magic gets angry with it. So it reacts accordingly. I suggest you check the lobby and hallway of your apartment since she leaves a trail wherever she goes when shes that angry." Roxie continued, shrugging her shoulders and yawning, switching elbows to focus on filing the other nail.

As Brian gets irritated, she laughs. "Oh you are adorable. Im not the one whose gonna hang you by your lower intestines and let the ceiling fan run on high, watching as your body shuts down. Thats what would satisfy her if she believes you are lying even an ounce." Roxie checks again to see if her sister is still sleeping, thank god she is. "Word of advice loser, you dont conduct business over the phone. Feels disingenuous. You should come and meet her face to face because she will rip the phone off the hook, find you, and shove it up your ass for even attempting this over the line. Makes it worse that days have passed before you responded as well so dont be a pussy. Now heres the address." Roxie replies, giving him the address and looking over her nails satisfied.

"Bring some white roses and the album you both grabbed when you first met. Im giving you an hour. Hurry up." And before he could reply, she hangs up the phone, heading over to Onyx who was already awake at this point, she threw a knife at her which Roxie narrowly missed. "What did you do?" Onyx asked in a menacing tone. "Im helping you rebuild your relationship. I know you still like him and he isnt lying about what he did." Roxie said calmly, taking the knife out of the wall and giving it back to her. Onyx narrows her eyes at her. "That isnt the truth sis. I know it isnt."

"You really want the truth?! Im sick of you and him playing chicken from keeping secrets all the damn time! Go upstairs and shower, make yourself look pretty and makeup already! Im so sick of the both of you, I would take dealing with that whining bitch upstairs than deal with anything else you both have going on!" Roxie yells and Onyx promptly throws a knife at her shoulder, pinning the redhead to the wall by her shirt. "Stop name calling Rockelle around me. If I tell you again, that knife is going in your eye. So in other words he didnt cheat did he?" Onyx groans and starts upstairs. "Maybe quit jumping to conclusions and see the truth rather than your belief! Hurry up he will be here in an hour!" Roxie calls after Onyx stomping up the stairs. "OH SHUT UP IM GOING!"

Brain was a little hurt by Roxie's accusations; Brian had every intention of coming after her (not to mention Aylmer wasn't going to stand for anything else) and physically being present but she had made very serious-sounding threats to his life when she raged out of the apartment and he didn't think showing up unannounced would be taken well.

Also, he needed the address, if this was a good lead. Which it was. But he wouldn't have known that unless he called. As for using the footprints for a trail, he had been too out of it, mentally, to think to check out the damage done to the rest of the apartment complex. Besides, it wasn't smart to attract more attention to himself or his blue roommate. Better to pretend they had nothing to do with it.

"White roses, Syd... I'll be there..."

***

Brian took the bus to Rockelle's, having to change stops two or three times. He didn't want anyone to be able to form a pattern out of his trip, or follow him straight to the house. Aylmer was on good behaviour, though his stomach did make loud noises which Brian had to explain as his own skipped lunch. When they were alone again, Brian promised to feed him something smarter than a calf or a chicken. Maybe a dog, or a monkey. No promises.

The parasite was annoyed, having to share Brian's coat with the requested bouquet, but his troubles would soon be over, and with any luck he'd never have to see another flower again.

Before walking up to the doorstep, Brian took a moment to tie the cassette (yes, the same one they'd listened to, not a new copy) to the bundle of buds with a gold velour ribbon and practiced holding them out in a way that might dissuade any unheeded reckoning towards him.

"Just stay down until I tell you to come out," he warned the parasite. "If they're really witches like you say they are, we shouldn't take any chances... They could come after you and try to keep you for themselves if you're not extremely cautious..."

Brian felt a jab from Aylmer's teeth, and he looked up from his coat to see Roxie glaring out from the front door. Aylmer's quick thinking got Brian to shut up before it was discovered that he hadn't come alone. Of course they didn't know that Onyx had already informed the household about Aylmer and the special bond he and Brian shared.

smolcuriouskitten // cont'd [ x ]

Brian didn't face Onyx straightaway but gradually turned his head towards the woman he loved. He knew that making eye contact wasn't an imperative since she seemed to never change her expression (usually) and therefore it wasn't easy to read her reaction to what was being said to her.

Still, he had called her in here and now he was obligated to treat this like an actual civil conversation.

"Well, that's kind of just it-"

The young man practically recoiled when he saw that grin which was, unfortunately, getting to be more and more characteristic. It was also a bit of a 'war flashback' moment for him, as he could recall breaking out into maniacal smiles for no reason at all starting with his connection to Aylmer.

"You and he have been doing an awful lot of talking lately..." Brian sighed, still in the dark as to the light shooting out of his head. Right now he had a rig of saran wrap and tape over it to keep the elements out, but he knew that would only get him so far. Needless to say, hats were a must when out in public. His brother Mike was bringing new fashions over weekly.

"I just don't want you going down the same path as I have, Onyx... And I don't want more trouble for Aylmer, either... It's not any secret how much I've had to pay the cops to keep quiet about things as they are..."

***

The parasite was indeed incapacitated, currently swaddled and sipping chicken brains from a blender cup with a straw, but the severed link between himself and Brian had caused an additional phenomenon; he could now hear all of Brian's thoughts! Even from another room!

Needless to say, the attempted co-conspiring taking place in the bathroom caused unhappiness to swell inside of his blue body. Onyx was his only recourse during these tough times, this he believes wholeheartedly... Aylmer didn't actually posses a heart, instead a heart-like part called the aortic arch, but that's neither here nor there. All that mattered was his will to pit Onyx against Brian because Brain, bless him, was of little to no use anymore.

[ririspace]

Hey! Can I request Gi-hun comforting the reader and sort of being like a father figure to them during the game?? Yeah as you can tell, I have issues with my actual father 💀

is everything alright at home??😭but yes of course!once again i am sorry for any grammatical errors,english is not my first language

GI-HUN AS YOUR FATHER FIGURE DURING THE GAME HCS!

father figure gi-hun is so precious man..<\3

contains angst at the end,other than that its just fluff

tags: @jeonselca

also i feel like this song suits the hcs

he too sees you as his daughter(or child),so the relationship is mutual

hes the one that dragged you into the group since you helped him once during his fight with deok su and sae byeok

would definitely offer you food if the food given to you wasnt enough,he dont mind sharing

gives you warm smiles and gaze every time you shared eye contact

if you asks him to sleep besides him,he’d join you without hesitation.he doesnt want you to feel anxious or scared abt the next game,although it might take one of you guys’ life—he’d pat your back,put an arm over you so you’d feel safer :,)

dont be afraid to ask him a hug or to hold hands with you!he knows how stressful the situation is and physically affection with ppl makes him calm too :))

he wont let you stay awake or participate in the night parol watch,as he worries it might tires you for the next game.but if you really wanted to,he’d watch your back all the time.

if you share your stories with him,he will always be there to lend an ear,no matter what the topic is.its calming to have a little intimacy/bonding moment in stressful time.you’d exchange stories and vents to one another without any judgements

cracks you dad jokes,all the time 😭

afraid to go to the toilet alone?fear not!he will be waiting for you outside the stall to keep you company,its nothing weird dw

if youre hurt,he would definitely make a scene to call the guards,he doesnt care if he embarrass himself,all he want is for you to stay alive as long as you can,as you mean a lot to him.

during the riot,he would make sure youre always close with him,not letting a single bruise or scar on your body,he’d feel so horrible if you got hurt under his care

will always be by your side or close to you no matter what,he feel responsible to care for you.he loves you as much as he do to his daughter

he would always pat your head as his gesture for “good job kiddo”—or just casually head patting you

he doesnt mind if you call him as “dad” or “mr.gi-hun”

would sing songs and karaoke with you to release stress,hes a fun man to hang out with—his singing might not be the bestes but he tried,ok?😭

although theres some times where he’d snapped,he would immediately apologize,so its no worries

bestest father figure you could find and have under a week

what ifs interactions with you in(SPOILER ALERT/ANGSTY)

episode 6

you both would be excited because youre confident that you’d make a good team with him,it goes well until the announcement.would any of you willing to kill each other?

both of your hearts dropped.neither both of you played the game until the last 8 mins.you spend the rest minutes of the game period crying and grieving over each other, this is it?killing off each other??he feel like hes killing his own child.he cant do that.

but would you kill him?obviously no.he has a daughter to look after to,a mother to take card of.you’d rather sacrifice yourself than killing your own father figure.

it was devastating.your last goodbye with him hurts both of you to the core.you guys hugged for ages.he wont let you go,how could he?but he had to.and you know he should.you let go of his arms gently,giving him a signal that it is time,this is the end of your relationship and adventures you experience these past days.

“thank you for giving and showing me what my father could’ve give me.thank u,mr.gi-hun.”you cried,as the guard points a gun to your head.

bang.

episode 9(skipped some of the early part of it-so in this context it is basically your death scene):

devastated,he holds you in his arms,grieving.his own ‘child’ died on his hand.his dirty hands.hes a sinner.

you reassure him at your last breath that it is definitely not his fault,its just how the game works.you asked him to fulfill any wish you have in mind.obeyed,he promised to fulfill your wish(es).

he’d be so depressed after the game.he feel numb,he’s a sinner.he killed his ‘child’ for his own good.he’s guilty.he blame himself everyday and wished you both couldve met in a better way.imagine the relationship you both couldve have.oh well.

[threepointseven]

Home(Dinner Part 2)

Im shortening the exchange students name to S/N AKA student name

Sorry i forgot to answer the person who actually requested this @kurooandkarmaswife thank you sm for requesting! I hope you enjoy 😩

Also lets pretend you cant have more than 1 pact with a human cause yeah. If you havent read Dinner yet go read it since you’ll really only understand this if u read the first part

Fandom: Obey me!

Pairing: not really with anyone but has subtle undertones of solomon & Simeon x reader

Length: sort of long

Genre: Angst with comfort

Gn! Reader and exchange student!

Part three!

Dinner last night, was, well...pretty terrible. I ended up waking up at 2 am to the brothers STILL not home. Apparently even Diavolo had taken a liking to the new exchange student.

A day goes by and finally i get to meet the new exchange student.

Whoah

Is all i can think. I walk into the living room unnoticed as everyone is talking to the new exchange student, i wouldnt blame them.

They look incredible.

I felt a hint of jealousy wash over me. Seeing Mammon, Asmo’s and Beel’s joyful laughs as they talk to them. Their voice was ever so gentle, it’s what i imagine spring to sound like.

I tried forgetting about my distasteful thoughts of jealousy and walked over to them.

“Goodmorning!”

I called out to try and grab their attention

“Oh, MC! I didnt see you there;;”

Asmo said to me as he was taking selfies with the new exchange student

“This is the new exchange student”

Beel smiled

“Hi! My name is MC”

I happily introduced myself

“My name is S/N”

They brought their hand out and i shook it in return. Their eyes were ever so sweet, i felt the sadness come over me as i wore a soft smile.

Something tells me this wont end well.

Weeks go by as i barely get to see the brothers anymore. They’re always around S/N. I find myself longing the brothers touch. The random emergency texts i get from mammon, calls from Asmo asking me if i wanted to go to a club, Belphie always dragging me to his room to take a nap, Beel’s adorable goodnight texts, Lucifer’s complaints about work, Satan’s library dates, And levi’s rants about a certain anime he just watched.. i missed it all.

I guess i missed the warmth and the constant attention i got from them. The attention thats now being directed at S/N.

The new feeling of emptiness leads me to the Purgatory hall, a place i’ve been to quite often after S/N had won over the brothers.

I enter the room praying that i dont see S/N hogging Luke, Solomon, and Simeon’s attention....

What?

Did i just think that?

Am i that jealous?

Have i gotten so used to being in the spotlight that suddenly i become like this when not in the center?

Its an unpleasant feeling and i try to snap myself out of it as i see Simeon, Luke, and Solomon all happily seated on the couch drinking tea and eating pastries Luke made.

“MC! Hey!!”

Luke happily greets me as well as Solomon and Simeon. Im pulled to the couch as im seated next to Luke. I take a bite of the pastry and embrace the comfort of the sugary sweets.

The conversation goes on for a long time as hours go by. Soon enough the entire tray of pastries and tea are long gone.

As the clock hits 8 PM i realize ive been at the Purgatory hall for too long now. Excusing myself i go back to the house of Lamentation to be once again greeted by smiling faces and S/N laying out plates filled with food for the brothers.

The brothers quarrels, Satan’s face of annoyance, Asmo’s whining... The smell of warm food on the dinner table being handed out....

As i hide from the view of the brothers and S/N i look back to when it would to be me that made everyone dinner and calmed them down.

My chair.

My chair had been occupied by S/N,

What?

Did they expect me to sit on the floor for dinner or something?

As i slowly walked to my room i heard the deep voice of Lucifer

“Oh MC,,, sorry S/N is sitting on your spot, we thought you were gonna go to the purgatory hall for dinner tonight. We do apologize”

As i feel my throat closing up i smile and say in a bubbly tone

“Oh it’s fine! I was actually gonna go out with my friends for dinner anyways! I was just getting something from my room, i’ll be out in a sec!”

Lucifer gave me a warm smile and continued conversing with S/N

As i went to my room i started to realize the situation here. I’ve been replaced. I mean who wouldn’t replace me when the actual definition of an angel was right in front of them with their welcoming arms open.

As soon as i got to my room salty tears trailed down my cheeks,

Jealousy?

Sadness?

Anger?

Whatever the emotion was i wasn’t having it. Unlocking my DDD to be greeted by the wallpaper of me and the brothers all dressed up for a ball we went to together once. i tried to hold back my few tears as i called Solomon, a dear friend of mine.

“Hey solomon!!”

“Oh, yes MC? Is there anything you need?”

“I know i just left the purgatory hall but could I possibly stay there for the night?”

“Oh, of course! I dont exactly know why but Luke’s already whining about how you stayed for too little.”

“I’ll be right over”

I hung up the phone, my tears stopping after i heard that comforting voice of his.

That night i stayed at the purgatory hall, happily sleeping next to Luke, lulling him to sleep.

The purgatory hall became my escape. Solomon always made me laugh, Simeon always made sure i felt welcome there and Luke was practically my adopted son after how long i could stay with him.

As i went about the kitchen helping Luke make a pastry i showed him from the human world a strange feeling washed over me. The feeling of something being erased from my my soul, something was fading away. That something felt like it was piercing my soul.

I look around my body to see what it is. As i look around i see it.

My pact marks are starting to fade

I panic as i excuse myself and go back to the house of lamentation.

As i silently enter the room i hear the faint sound of the brothers, they’re discussing something.

“Cmon Satan you’ve gotta be quick! What if they find out?!”

“Removing a pact isnt that easy Mammon.”

As i listen more i realize what it is.

They’re trying to break my pact with me.

And for what exactly?

Because they want one with someone else.

That someone being S/N

It hurt. Who wouldn’t be hurt? tears flowed from my eyes in record time as i tiredly walk outside.

Devildom was a place the brothers always told me to beware of, but right now i couldnt care less.

While i walked around the town with puffy eyes and the stinging feeling of my pact marks being removed, i hear a certain group of people call my name, i look back to see Luke, Solomon and Simeon’s smiles quickly turn into frowns as they see my tears

“What’s wrong MC?!”

Luke worriedly asks

Unable to hold it in i tell Them.

“The brothers are trying to break my pact with them, they want one with S/N apparently. Im afraid i’ve been replaced by that saint..”

Solomon and Simeon’s face turn into faces of empathy while Luke’s turned quite sour

As Simeon came closer to me and pulled me close into a hugged he mumbles out a comforting phrase

“Whatever happens MC, you’ll always be welcome at the purgatory hall.”

The sentence made my stomach overflow with butterflies. I happily hug back, quickly accepting the purgatory hall as my new and improved home.

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Nightmares (Part 1)

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Warnings: nightmare blood gore other people afraid of self harm missunderstandings steve being an idiot and doing too many missions in a row.

It happened all at one

Bed dipped I woke and saw a I woke up darkness. All the lights were off the windowshade was closed....darkness.

"Stevie?"

"Shhhh" i felt an arm sneak around my waist pull me to him. It made me smile his warmness his... his something was off

"Stevie?"

I turned

"shhh"

Darkness. But this time it was from a mask.   he put his hand over his  lips would be and air my throat caught but I was able to scream and I screamed i shot up in bed.

The same freaking dream. Again.

God I couldnt wait until Steve was back from his mission. Then I heard the door creak open.

Oh god i can't be one of those dreams within a dream can it?

I sat up slowly

"Sweetheart?" He said tentatively. I could hear his bag slowly get place on the floor with a thunk followed by another thunk.  "Why are you awake?"

"Oh thank god."

"What?"

"Nightmares. Since you've been gone."

With two steps he was right next to me.

"About?"

"The winter soilder trying to kill me."

"Babe, I know that was scary for you. You never saw me like that before."

Understatement. Bruised and bloody and unconscious with no explination why until he woke up. But he wasn't waking. Well he didn't wake uo for a while rather.

"But you're safe here. I'm fine. Tony makes this place a fortress. We can move in  completely if you want. You won't just be here alone when I'm gone. Friday is here."

"Not helping Steve" say what you want. That thing is creepy at times. He knew I thought that.

"I'm sorry babe," he kissed my forehead and rubbed circled on my back.

He looked dirty.

"But I'm back now and I'm here."

He was here.

"Go shower you smell I'm sleepy. " I smirked.

He smiled and kissed my head again and then turned to the bathroom.

I layed down and closed my eyes. Feeling safe Steve is home. And safe.

I closed my eyes. Im not sure for how long but the man has to learn to dry his hair off better as dripping on my neck woke me up.

"Steeeve."

"Hey go back to sleep," he kissed me on his cheek even his kiss was wet. Ugh. And warm. Eww.

"Steve"

I turned and opened by eyes.

There was blood all over him like, like he was in an explosion or something a sword fight a gun fight. I couldn't do anything just pant in horror as I saw the crimson blood drip onto the cream colored sheets. He just sat there leaning up no shirt on.

"What's wrong babe?"

I couldnt see a wound no no wound but blood so much blood.

"Honey" he leaned over  to me moving his arm off his body and I saw a gaping hole in his side and I could see in. That's when I screamed. I had woken myself up and in one movement had pulled away from Steve and rollen onto the floor from the middle of a king sized bed. Covered in sweat shaking.  I breiefly remember  Steve being shook or looking shocked, maybe he reached for me I'd like to hope he did, before I ended up on the floor but then he was right next to me. As I sat there crying.

" What's wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?"

All I could do is just sob.

"Its ok you're ok. I'm here i wont let anyone touch you. You're  ok." He had pulled me into a tight hug. One of my hand was on the carpet. It had such a nice texture. Soft but billowy and I dont know....the feeling was nice... That calmed me down more than Steve.

When I calmed down he asked. "Nightmare was bad this time hu?"

"You were covered in, there was a hole," I reached to his side moving my hands over where i recal the injury to be. It was smooth. "There was so much...." my breathing was finally calming down.

I put my head back to lean the side of the bead.

"I can't  do this anymore. I really don't think I can do this anymore Steve."

He looked at me heartbroken like I was so low so pathetic so... like he felt bad or maybe I was....

"It's ok. Its ok it's ok im here. I'm right here. It'll be fine. I promise you it will be ok.." but to me it he had broken me, my resolve. My thoughts. This him running off not caring about getting hurt was too much for me but it wasnt just that it was I dont know but he was too much for me.

"I'm right here next to you. Ok. Right here. How about, how about I get you your valium hmm?" He kissed my forehead "what do you say? Could help this."

"I dont know Stevie."

"Let's just give it a try." He kissed my forehead then walked to the bathroom came back with a pill and grabbed my water bottle from my next to me, as it had toppled over as i fell out of bed and I took it. I didn't really want to but whatever.

"Just relax ok, relax. It's ok." He took me in his arms.

I dont know when or how I fell asleep. But I woke up to an empty bed but there was a note.

"Had a meeting for the mission. Ill be back later get rest- Steve"

For the mission? He just came back from a mission.  Is that what he meant. The immages from last night were still so fresh in my brain. The other "avengers were so tight It felt weird being around them. The agents saw me as Caps's girlfriend and a reason why they could be given desk duty or otherwise if they loooked at me wrong. Apparently his past girlfriends weren't nice. So It could be lonely here. With no one to talk to. I layed back down in bed. And I realized the sheets had been changed. He must have done it after I fell asleep on the floor. I know he tries but the nightmares are just too much. Last nights was overboard way, way overboard.

I looked at my phone it was 1pm. I dont know how I slept that long.

There was a text from

Sam: text me when you get up. I wanna talk to you. Steve said you've been having nightmares and last night said you dont think you could  do this anymore. Im worried.

Sam was always kind. Always had a joke a smile. But I think steve got it all wring.

Me: What no sam that wasnt what I -Steve took it all wrong i have nightmares when hes gone about I meant I dont know if I can do our relationship any longer. I love him a lot. Maybe its not actually love I care i do but. The nightmare last night steve was covered in love

Sam: covered in love?

Me: i mean blood. Sry typo. I meant blood I really did mean to type blood i dont know why i typed love. But he was covered in blood and it terrified me. I mean absolutely terrified me. I told Steve i dont know I can do this anymore. Our relationship not life. Me and Steve...I think we're done.

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please can we get some angsty techno please? like the voices are acting up and you’re just kinda comforting him after an accident idm - also ur series is incredible and one of my favourites already!!!!!! very talented yes thank you

One agnsty techno comin right up!! And thank you hon!! I accidentally went off side ways in the first draft, so I will post that separate mostly because I think it went away from agnsty.

Warnings: none that I can think of

This is seprate from my "The Empress" series as well!

It was a colder night in the tundra, steve was well asleep curled up by the fire. Him and techo having played 'fetch' hours ago to tire him out. You could tell techno wasnt feeling well, not so much physically, but mentally somthing was weighing down on him.

The walls, and floor boards of the usal warm cottage were now ice to your hand due to the low temperatures that have crossed unannounced. Techno had retired to a bath about a hour ago, explaining of his rather pounding headace. Your heart weighed heavy for your lover. You knew he perfered to keep his problems to himself as to not worry you. But you worried about him regardless. You knew enough to not to pressure him into telling you what was wrong, but you also wanted to know how to help him. He was a strong man, but even the strong need to admit when they need assistance.

Your light pitter patter of your bare feet was herd as you went up the stairs. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, showing techno laying in the bath, his long hair draped out of the tub well his head rested back. A cloth was placed on his head, you assumed for his headace. His proflie was one to be envious of, he looked just like the painting of a god.

When you had nudged the door open slightly more his tender voice responced, the voice that he only used on you. "Sorry to keep you waiting princess... i'll be out momentarily..." You walked closer and set a stool by the side of the tub. Gently placing a cup full of tea with honey on it.

"Dont hurry yourself... I know your not feeling ok" you said gently. Carefully you took the cloth off his head. Kneeling down so your head was becide his. "Please my love" you breifly paused your tone ever so gentle and loving. "Tell me whats wrong... I want to help you..." His eyes fallowed you breifly, they were filled with swirling emotions, ranging from love, sadness and admiration. Your lips brushed his cheek. Placing gentle kisses up to his forhead well your hands gently cupped his face. Rubbing his cheek bones well you peppered kisses.

"S'nothing to worry about" he said slowly. His eyes looking up at you. The water was long cooled off now. He only sat in the tub for the light feeling of floating. But now that he could look up at you, he longed to stay just to see you like this.

"You say that ever time, im not a fool" Your eyes gazed down into his. In this moment knew he should tell you. But he was also hesatant, what would you say? What if you decided to leave him?

"Its the voices..." He muttered. Looking up to you, he didnt look menacing. He looked defeated.

"What about them troubles you?" He could have melted under your touch, you were so gentle with him. Yet he knew deep down he was a blood thirsty monster. He let out a shakey sigh, you knew it bother him deeply now.

"They wont quiet down... They want blood, volience, skulls... princess, I dont want to kill. I want to settle down. I like life with you and steve. I want a family. I.." His tone was pained and his eyes shown his sadness "I'm a person.. and their.. their painting me a monster" He took a deep breath. Forcing his tears back. You felt horrible. You knew he wasnt a monster. You saw beyond that, you knew he was a kind soul, but you weren't sure how to convince him. "I.. I want a family.. but what if.. what if I kill it.. what if its scared of me?.." You could only rub his cheek. Looking down into his soft saddened eyes, you shown you were listening intently.

"Technoblade.. your not a monster... If you want a family, I would love to give you one. I know you wouldn't harm them... And they would love you endlessly. Just as I do" His hand came up and ran his finger over your cheek ever so delicately. Amost as if you were glass.

"Princess if I hurt my kin, I wouldn't forgive myself... but Phil has told me of what im like when angered... what if I-" You pressed a finger to his lips gently.

"I know you techno, you wouldn't let anything hurt your family. Your worry on it speaks volumes. Yes, the voices demand blood. I can't tell you thats ok because I don't live with them.. But, I promise I'll stay with you until they ease on you. I wont leave your side" You reassured him with a soft tone.

"...Could you join me?" He asked quietly, you were comfort to him. He just wanted to burrow his head into your neck and listen to your heart. He knew the voices wouldn't stop anytime soon. But with you next to him he knew he could lessen them. You always calmed his blood thirst.

You nodded and stood, taking your sleep attire off. Letting them fall next to his pile. Well you stepped in the tub he watched you. Wrapping his arms around you firmly when you laied on him. The warmth from his body was A warm welcome to you, To him your presence was so comforting. He wordlessly nuzzled into your neck. Keeping you close, almost afraid you would leave instantly. "Thank you princess..." he muttered into your neck.

"Anything for you my love... anything."

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assigning a mychem song to each tma entity :o)

i dont have anything for dark and buried. umm. also i dont know how to put a cut in a post sorry

corruption- demolition lovers. the relationship isnt good for either of them, but hes still willing to die for her ("im trying to let you know just how much you mean to me, after all the things we put each other through") all of his expressions of love for her are violent in nature ("id end my days with you in a hail of bullets" "you're the only one, like a bed of roses theres a dozen reasons in this gun") their love is built on violence, its hurting both of them, yet he still wants to die with her to prove his love and devotion to her

desolation- early sunsets over monroeville. life is perfect, him and his lover are on a mall date, feels like a movie. ("then holding hands and life was perfect") then it all comes crumbling down out of nowhere when a zombie outbreak kinda thing happens and said lover is bit. ("not knowing you'd change from just one bite, i fought them all off just to hold you close") he can't exactly leave the mall he's hiding in, ("trapped in by all these mountains") and now he has to kill the one good thing he has left. then he's just defeated. he has nothing else worth living for. "but does anything matter if you're already dead?"

end- the end. obvz. "when i grow up i want to be nothing at all" most of the song to me is him expressing he wants to die/he knows hes going to, and he takes it very casually, buttttt the very end of the song... "save me, get me the hell out of here, save me, too young to die my dear, you cant take me" hes afraid of death when actually facing it

extinction- scarecrow. this ones about a nuclear bomb and trying to run from your death and look at things positively even though you know everyones going to die. but theres kind of an acceptance at the end- "love wont stop this bomb, run, run, bunny, run" after this point, the only lyrics are saying to run and hide. no more "i'll keep you safe tonight", no more romanticism that makes the destruction sound poetic and almost beautiful. just running and hiding and hoping someone makes it out alive

eye- teenagers. me personally i think this one fits. "because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you, son, so they can watch all the things you do" he feels like he's constantly being watched by the adults in his life, and they're just waiting for him to make one wrong move that they can use to justify calling him a bad person. he stands out, his classmates make fun of him and spread rumors about him. in the context of the song, the lyrics are all rebelling against all of this, but on their own, they sound very paranoid about what others think of them

flesh- cancer. i think this one works, the patient expresses a lot of hatred for what his body is becoming due to the disease in verse 2 especially. "turn away, cause im awful just to see" its got the aspects of insecurity and physical change out of ones control characteristic of the flesh.

hunt- vampires will never hurt you. this one isnt really a fear of being prey, but rather his fear of becoming the hunter. "can you stake my heart?" "i'll never let them hurt you, i promise" he feels that his vampirism is a different side of him completely, one thats out of his control. he'd rather be killed now than lose control and make his loved ones his prey.

lonely- ghost of you. he lost someone important, and he can't stop thinking about it and replaying their memories in his head because he doesn't want to forget them, but dwelling is only making him miss them more. ("if i died, we'd be together now, i can't always just forget her") he just replays her death over and over in his head, constantly reminded that he's now alone. ("i remember now, at the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies" "all the things that you never ever told me, all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me, never coming home, never coming home")

slaughter- mama. i mean its literally about a soldier who did awful things during a war and his mother can't help but hate him for it. "but there's shit that i've done with this fuck of a gun, you would cry out your eyes all along" he acknowledges that he fought his hardest because he thought he'd die at war ("so raise your glass high, for tomorrow we die") and his mother would be even more terrified of him than she already is if she knew the full extent of it. the song even ends with her sobbing

spiral- drowning lessons. after the death of his lover, he is haunted by a manifestation of his guilt that takes her form and makes him relive the day over and over again ("lets say goodbye a hundredth time and then tomorrow, we'll do it again"). he desperately wants it to go away but his own mind wont leave him be ("without a sound, i wish you away" "i adore every inch of sanity, all im asking for"). a lot of things in the song also sound like hes experiencing visions of her death, twisted by his brain- describing her as a "twisted shell" and saying "these hands, stained red from all the times that ive killed you"

stranger- blood. i dont know this one just really fits to me? "well they encourage your complete cooperation, send you roses when they think you need to smile" "so give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff, give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough" does this not give the image of like weirdly happy all the time doctors who keep doing procedures on you but you dont know like what exactly they're doing ever. also the very fun chipper tone and its contrast with the disturbing lyrics is very stranger core to me

vast- disenchanted. this one might be a stretch? after all his attempts to make life meaningful, he's left thoroughly disappointed. he realizes at the end of his life that everything has all been meaningless. he thinks life itself is overrated.

web- the jetset life is gonna kill you. this ones about drug addiction but the song portrays that as a woman who's controlling his life. "gaze into her killing jar, id sometimes stare for hours" she has him completely trapped and in the palm of her hand. "alright, she wants it all to come down this time"

very much willing to discuss any of these