#my heart is SO SO FULL right now I COULDNT ASK FOR ANYTHING MORE!

[wlfchnlv3r]

Hi! So I just read virgin!hyunjin from you...and...I need more???

Can I request a virgin!felix please!!!

Seven minutes in heaven

Virgin nerd!Felix x Popular!Fem reader

Synopsis: Felix is the school nerd, one night he tries to go to a party and he is forced to play “seven minutes in heaven” with your friends group.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 🔞, mdni, blowjob, losing of virginity, cum eating, riding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex and a little bit of fluff.

Note: virgin Felix is my new religion.

Felix enters the house where the party is taking place. He immediately regrets coming there, and start to walk to the nearest exit, but someone stops him.

It’s Michael, he’s school bully, who drags him in the living room, where a group of people is playing what he thinks is seven minutes in heaven.

You are ready to spin the bottle but Michael, the school dickhead, interrupts the game pushing a guy right next to you.

“He wants to play too” Michael chuckle with a mischievous smirk.

Felix looks visibly uncomfortable but can’t really refuse to join the group.

It’s your turn, you smile spinning the bottle, that after a moment stops on Felix.

Everyone starts to laugh saying your and Felix’s name.

You stand up and watch the boy near you.

One of your friends encourages him to follow you in the walk-in closet and he reluctantly follows you.

Felix hears your friends close the door, locking you two in the closet.

He looks at you, avoiding eye contact as his face grew red.

you look at him “so… what do you want me to do?” you just ask.

Felix shrugs, shaking a little “I- I dont know…” he looks down as he cant even look you in the eyes.

You watch him for a second before speaking again “Mh… you are without doubt a virgin”.

His eyes widens as he starts to deny it “N-no.. i uh…” he lies.

“Sure…”

Felix looks away embarrassed “D-dont say stuff like that” his checks are now of a dark shade of red.

You giggle lightly “how cute, you are a shy ones”

“I- uhh…” he starts to stumble over his words as he looks anywhere except you.

You close the distance and cut him off ��You want me to touch you, Felix?”.

He is hyperventilating “I- uhm” He knows the answer but he cant say it, he really can’t.

You smirk, an idea popping in your head as you start to unzip his jeans, lowering them.

He is clearly shocked and embarrassed. He tries to hide himself a little “W-what are you-“ Felix tries to say.

“I’m gonna make you feel good” your gaze is tear between his hardening bulge and his angelic face.

“B-but what if someone hears..?” he looks at the door, his heart beating faster every second.

You just chuckle “they won’t hear anything, don’t worry”.

Felix gulps, blushing but trying to accept it “O-okay” he looks nervous and he IS nervous.

You give a Quick Look at his red face before kneeling in front of him, your hands brushes against the material of his boxers right where is cock is.

He lets out a shaky breath as he couldnt believe what is happening.

You leave a kiss on his bulge before pulling them off “god- Felix you are big- I didn’t expect that”.

He blushes even more “Y-you dont have to say stuff like that..”.

“It’s the truth, I don’t even think I can…take it in my mouth” you chuckle licking his tip, and taking in your hand the base of his dick.

He lets out a breath, covering his mouth to not make any noise.

the moment he covers his mouth you stop and look at him “I want to hear you, Felix, don’t cover your pretty mouth”.

Felix lets out a soft moan as he lets go of his mouth, feeling you licking his entire length.

He lets a gasp out, his face is bright red and his heart beats even faster as he looks at you.

You caress his tip with your thumb, and give him a last look in the eyes, before taking him in your mouth suck him off.

Felix shivers trying to stay quiet “p-please b-be gentle..” as he watches your mouth full of him dick “oh- god”.

He reaches out for something to grab. His thighs shake a bit.

You slow a bit and take his hand moving it in your hair.

Felix holds your hair, trying to grip it gently and when you increase your movements he trembles a little, still gently tugging at your hair; His breathing is heavier and shaky as he tries not to moan and whimpers.

You feel his eyes on you so you look up at him while sucking him.

He lets out a soft moan as you do that “O-oh..” he bites his lip to try to be quiet and trembles a little.

Felix feels his cock throbbing from the pleasure and he knows he is close, his grip on your hair tighten a little.

You slow down your movements, taking him deeper.

He whimpers quietly as he release his seed in your throat, Felix lets out a soft groan and covers his mouth with a hand to not be loud. His breathing is shaky as he relaxes his grip on your hair.

You slowly back down and swallow his cum before speaking “you ok…?”.

He is bright red, trying to catch his breath as his thighs shook “Y-yes.. good” Felix is flustered, still looking at her not knowing what to say.

You stand up, looking at him “ehi- it’s ok, you don’t have to say anything”.

he looks up at her “C-could i..” he stops himself mid sentence, too embarrassed to finish it but when you look at him he takes a deep breath “C-could u.. sit..” he struggles to say it.

Felix finally speaks “C-could you sit on my lap?” he is still embarrassed but he asks it anyway.

“You want me to…sit on your lap?” You try to understand.

“Y-yes..” he is still not able to look her in the eyes.

“Wait- are you asking me to ride you?” You giggle lightly.

Felix turns bright red and nods “I-if you want to..”.

You stare at him for a moment and close the gap between you two, giving him a soft kiss “what about we get out of here and find a more intimate place…?”.

His face turns brighter and he nods “Y-yes please..” he whispers still trying to pull it together.

You guys exit the closet and without saying anything you drag him upstairs.

Felix follows you, still in shock. His heart is still beating like crazy as they enter the room and watches you lock the door.

You look at him smiling “you are so cute, Felix”.

His face turns redder “i- im n- not cute..” he tries to deny it.

“Mh yes sure” you say mocking him “honey, sit on the bed” your voice is soft and comforting.

“O-okay..” he sits down on the bed, still flustered but trying to seem calm.

You straddle on his lap slowly cupping his cheeks.

Felix blushes as she sits on his lap. He gulps, flustered. He doesnt know where to put his hands so they stay on the bed.

“You can touch me, you know that?” You softly laugh.

He gulps and nods “y-yeah..” he slowly reaches out and carefully touches your thighs.

“So cute…” you smile before starting to gently kiss his lips.

He is still nervous but kisses you back, his hands pull you closer as he deepens the kiss.

You bite his bottom lip and cups his cheeks kissing him roughly, while his hands move up to your hips.

“You taste sweet, Felix” you admit blushing a little.

He is going insane “Y-you too..” he kisses you again, holding you closer. He is getting more confident and he is starting to pull your hips a little closer to his own. Trying to get some friction.

Your hands go down freeing his now hard erection from his jeans; He lets out a soft sound into the kiss, surprised by your action and shivers, now his hands are holding your hips tighter.

You start to grind on his dick “have you ever do that?” You ask with anticipation.

Felix shakes his head “N-no.. i have n-never”, you just nod, without wasting time you lift up your tight dress and pull aside your panties “are you sure?”.

His face turns bright red again, his mind is racing. He nods, looking at you with wide eyes.

You sit on him, beginning to slip on his dick “g-god…”.

He moans, holding you tightly “w-wait-wait a moment please” he shivers from pleasure.

After a few moments he gives you a quick nod, and you start moving your hips slowly, trying to take his cock as much as you can.

Felix holds your hips, pulling you closer as he lets himself give in to your beautiful features; Your close eyes and your red lips are gonna make him go crazy, he knows it.

“tell if you want…me to go..d-deeper or f-faster” you say with a moan.

He gulps “Y-yes.. please..” his heart is racing as he talks more confident than before.

You nod and quickly increase your pace; The room is full of your moans and the sounds of wet skin.

Felix groans, gripping your hips so tight his knuckles are turning white as you moan his name, again and again.

He can barely speak “I-i can’t” looking at you, and blushing furiously. His breathing is shaky and his whimpers become soft moans “i-I’m” he grips your hips again, his head falls down as he moans.

You know he is close and before he is able to finish inside your cunt, you slip out of him as he release all of his cum on your stomach.

Felix leans his head against your shoulder, breathing heavy as he finished “s-sorry..” he doesnt move from his vulnerable spot against you.

You are trying to catch your breath “it’s- it’s ok, don’t worry” you say pulling him closer; He holds your back and relaxes, his body pressed up against yours as he holds onto you.

After a few moments you look at him and quickly give him a kiss on his forehead “you did so well, honey”.

Felix cant stop blushing “I- i dont know a lot about this..” he doesnt really know what to say, his heart is still beating fast “-so i guess that i dont really know what u liked or anything..”.

“Ehi- I promise you did so good”.

His anxiety reduces a little as he calms down “o- okay..” he moves a little closer to you, relaxing a bit.

You are lost in the thoughts of him “I was thinking…can I have your number?” You speak looking at him.

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[bangchansgirlsblog]

Can I please request Skz x 9th member with s3lfh4rm like…the boys trying to help and all those things (you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to)

The stages of healing.

warning: eating disorder and mentions of self harm.

Pairing: Skz x 9th member

Summary: the stages are healing are hard but Chan and the boys are here for you.

!not proofread!

Hope you enjoy this bby!

-🩷

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"Baby you have to eat something" Chan says while pushing the plate back to my side of the table.

We were currently sat in the dining room and everyone had finished eating their breakfast leaving me and chan (who had also finished eating his breakfast) alone.

"Chan I don't want too, I'm full" I complain while looking at the full plate infront of me. It was obviously untouched but i could'nt bring myself to eat it. It was taunting me.

"You only had two bites and we have training all day today, I don't want you passing out my love. You need to eat something," He says while rubbing my back. He was being gentle i cant lie there but the worryb and frustration in his voice caused me to feel more guilthy at the fact that my brain was a constant maze and battle zone when it came to eating

"Look you can atleast just eat the mashed potatoes and peas so you can give you energy. Trust me it wont be bad," He tries to reason with me but I shake my head no. I was so full and food gave me so much anxiety.

I didn't want to grow fat, I wouldn't allow it.

"Channie I don't want too, please don't make me." I beg him while fiddling with my fingers.

"Baby, I'm starting to get worried. You only have one meal a day and when you do, you barely eat. Please don't make me forcefully feed you." his voice was soft and his touch was so warm. i knew he meant well bu the contant voices in my head wouldnt allow me to do anything.

I look at him terrified, mortified because would he really? I knew Chan was stronger than me but he wouldn't pin me down just to make me eat...right?

"Okay Mashed potatoes only." I sigh looking at the plate. Trying not to cry.

"There we go Babygirl" he smiles and kisses my temple. His eyes twinkle and i couldnt help but also smile at how pretty he was.

"what?" he asks chuckling

"your just so pretty"

"ugh stop changing the subject and eat" his cheeks were now a ligh pink and his ears turned a dark red. he rolls his eyes playfully and runs his hand through his hair.

"Yo Chan," Han says coming into the room and looking over at me and Chan. He gives him "the look".

"Is she having trouble eating again?" Han asks worried and Chan nods his head.

"But it's fine she's eating her potatoes today.”

Han smiles at that and comes over to ruffle my hair.

“I’m proud of you kid.” He beams and I poke out my tongue causing him to laugh.

"Chan can you help me look for the flash drive before we leave?" Han asks,

"Yeah sure, babe eat up. I'll be back." He tells me and leaves the room with Han. I let out a sigh of relief and quickly stand up and dunk all the food into the trash can. My heart was beating because I prayed that Chan would take long looking for the Flash drive but luck wasn't on my side because he came right back into the kitchen.

"Hey-" he stops and looks up from his phone. "are you done?"

"I finished them." I said smiling, well whatever you call a plastic smile. A guilty smile.

"You finished all the mashed potatoes?" He says coming close to me. I nod trying to avoid his eye contact.

"Okay then." He simply says before walking to the trash can.

"N-no don't look in there-" I try to stop him but it's too late. He had already opened it and looked inside. He turned to look at me and he was so mad I could tell.

"Your a liar." He growls. i gulp knowing the concequences of my actions.

"i ate half of them?" i sigh and look up at him. He just shakes his head and lets out a frustrated sigh.

"i dont get it! why dont you want to eat anymore? We were doing so well,"

"is everything okay in here?" Felix's head pops up at the corner of the door.

"she just threw out all her food-"

"again? thats the 4th time this week." he frowns and makes his way into the the room.

"exactly my point,"

"i did eat chan, i ate half the potatoes-" i tug on my long sleeves sweaters and look at the both of them.

He frowns and looks down then back up, searching for my eyes.

“Can I see your wrists?” He asks looking back down at my fingers. His eyes were furrowed. Almost in like a confused way?

My eyes go wide at his request but I quickly shove them away.

“Chan they’re ugly, I don’t want you to see them.” I frown. My voice quivers. The tears that had disappeared were now reappearing.

“Chan I haven’t been cutting I promise-“

“Then let me see, I know you too well my love. Let me see.” His eyes are soft now and were reaching out for both my hands that were covered with my hoodies sleeves.

I sigh and give in. His hands are soft against mine but he pulls up the sleeves. He examines the scars that were now slowly healing. His lips in a soft smile.

“See I told you, I promised you I stopped.”

“Hey hey hey and I’m so proud of you. I just wanted to make sure because I care and love you. You’re doing a good job healing.” his hands wrap around my waist and pull me against his body.

“Ew gross get a room.” Felix says killing our moments. Chan chuckles and pushes him away.

"The cars are here everbody!" Hyunjins voice echoes through the house.

"okay this conversation isnt over yet, here take the banana and we'll talk about it after practice yeah?" he kisses my forhead and hands me the banana before we grab our bags and make our way to the car.

"go ahead eat it, im watching you." chan raises one eyebrow while staring at me. "She still isnt eating?" Leeknow asks after listening to our conversation.

"i am! chans just being a overprotective," i sigh and peel the banana.

"i am not!" he defends himself and i let out a giggle while slowly starting to chew the banana and finishing it. "see i told you," i poke my tongue out at him and he let out a little laugh.

"okay whatever but your still having lunch with me." i mentally sigh dreading the feeling of the banana sitting in my stomach.

i play with chans's silver braclet as we wait to arrive at the jyp building. It didnt take long. It was just a 15 minute ride once we arrived. we all make our way up the building to our normal dance room and set everything up.

"lets start with stretching and then get to God's menu, yeah?" we all groan as we get to our places and minho plays the song.

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[danthepillerman]

this is a dumb toji x nanami smut fic cause i made a joke and now im just running with it!!

tw: nsfw and alcohol 😱😱

its another day in the Shoko Ieiri household, she had a few people over. Those people being Nanami Kento, Megumi Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, and Toji Fushiguro. two of them gouging themselves on shokos supply of beer while she drank wine.

Nanami and Toji were the two drunks, Tojis arm slung over Nanamis “hey new buddy!! pass me a beer” his voice slurred and deep as ever. Nanamis eyes look at Toji then at the case of beer. The blonde smirks and grabs a beer tossing it at Toji, “yeah here buddy.” Its clear to anyone in the room Nanami saw Toji as anything but a drunk.

The two continued to drink finishing the case and pouting about it. “Dudeee no fucking way theres no more” Toji grumbled to Nanami. The blonde hums “i can drive us to the store- trust im a GREAT driver when drunk” a drunken grin plastered on his face.

The two stumbled out shokos house, the woman walking out with a raised brow “i can drive you two, you do know that right?” She was obviously less drunk than Toji AND Nanami combined. Toji groans “dont be a buzzkillll me and kenny will go” a grin on his scared lips “no im serious ill drive you” she says one more time before the two drunk men duck into the car. “GO GO GO!!” Toji shouts and as he does nanami STEPS on it. The two stay mostly quiet with a but if small talk from Toji about the music he was playing.

Toji never realized but Nanami was pretty damn attractive, the street lights shining onto him as he drove. One hand tightly on the wheel the other propping his head up. The car swerved here and there but other than that nothing major. The two get to the store, parking HORRIBLY as they do so. “Hey dude youre a great parker” Tojis voice full of playfulness. The other male laughs “yeah id expect to be so, ive been doing this for yearsss” arrogance laced his usual monotone self. Nanamis eyes wander Tojis body. He was kinda hot..?

“So are we paying or not?” Toji was use to not paying for half his drinks- either some pretty girl with prettier money bought it for him or he just walked into a store and ran out. Thats just the type of dude hes become. Nanami thinks for a second and pats his hip “oh shit- i didnt even bring my wallet.. ehh its fine we can just steal. Ill distract and you get the beer” never in a million yeard would The Nanami Kento expect himself to be stealing beers with a ‘homeless guy’ (he called Toji this earlier in a groupchat)

Nanami walked to the register two apples in his hands “lovely night no? How you doin” a kind smile on his face. The cashier looked tired and already annoyed “yeah..great night- HEY!!” The cashier shouts when toji runs out with a 24 pack of beer and two apple (silly little add on) the two men run out grins on both their faces. Nanami gets into the drivers seat and bolts out. “Hey want one?” Toji says holding up a beer after grabbing his own, his green eyes wander over nanami, his strong arms, his beautifully chiseled face, his tired eyes. Everything about Nanami made Tojis heart race.

Nanami looks over taking a bite from his apple then tossing it into the backseat “yeah sure, open it for me” Toji nods and cracks it open handing it to Nanami while he drank his own. As the blonde swerved the streets he couldnt help but even ask where they were going, before he could get a word out Toji spoke up “lets go to my apartment, we can drink there and not bother shoko.. she might be a little mad i stole 1000 yen from her wallet” the green eyed man sighs, a laugh erupted from nanami, his chest bouncing with the laugh. “Sure man, where is it?” Nanami turned to Toji, finishing his beer and tossing it into the back with the apple.

Toji pulls out his phone that was definitely NOT stolen. He types in his address and shows Nanami, the blonde hums “easy, lets go” he speeds up, petal to the fucking metal man. All Toji could do was laugh. Nanami never really drank with other people, this was new to him. Drinking with anyone but work buddies. In all honesty he was having fun. Nanami reaches over grabbing another beer and driving the two of them to Tojis little one bedroom apartment.

Once at the apartment the two crash onto the couch, drinking another five beers. “Dude these feel so easy to drink now adays, like usually theres a weird taste to em” Toji said his arm slung over the couch and his head tilted up, Nanami hums nodding along with what the black haired man said “yeah i think thats just the alcoholism though” Tojis laughs at that. He sits up and looks at Nanami, his eyes falling onto his lips. “Wanna make out?”

What a way to go straight to the point huh? Toji was surprised by it himself, laughing it off “nah im joking thats gay.” His eyes dart away. Nanami laugh along with him “fuck it? Why not” he shrugs a smirk on his face. Toji looks back a bit surprised “seriously?” Nanami nods at the question and gets in closer to the other man, his hand grabbing Tojis chin. He leans forward and crashes his lips onto Nanamis. Tojis hand pulling him closer by the back of the head.

Nanamis hands grab onto Tojis neck kissing him deeply, Tojis tounge darts out from his scarred lip gently tracing over the blondes bottom lip. Once the other mans lips part and pushes his tongue into Nanamis mouth, his hands gripping at the suit wearing mans hips. Holding him tightly. Toji was in heaven, and he needed Nanami to know. “Fuck kento, you taste like heaven” his voice full of lust and need. Desire ran through both their bodies as their tongues intertwined.

Nanami groaned at his words, his cock stiffening in his trousers. Toji was just as hard just less noticeable from his sweats. The black haired man pushed the other down onto the couch his rough hands unbuttoned Nanamis shirt. Once it was off his hands wander all over the males body. Tojis lips trail down, biting Nanamis neck roughly, his jaw, his shoulders, his neck, all of it Toji wanted to claim it as his. He bit harder onto Nanamis neck, the blondes lips parting with a gasp escaping his drunken lips.

“Hey, kenny, you alright with me marking you up?” It mightve been too late to ask but Toji still had some decency. Nanami nods “hell yeah, i dont mind” and with that last bit of words Toji began to bit and suck at nanamis chest.

His lips wrap around the blondes chest, right above his nipple. Tojis teeth sink into his porcelain skin sucking at it and leaving a red mark, his tongue smoothing over the redden surface. “Na-haaa.. mmm” Nanami moaned, gently gripping at Tojis hair. His hips grind his Tojis thigh, he needed some sort of friction, anything, everything, all of it. Thats what Nanami wanted.

Toji grins when he feels Nanami grind into him, so he does something he think would help the other male. He cups Nanamis bulge into his hand, palming at Nanamis cock through his pants. “Oh fuck- oohh” Nanamis hand grabs onto the other males wrist, his hips moving to grind into his palm. The way Toji pressed onto his bulge made his even harder. Honestly he didnt mind making a mess of his pants if it was Toji who made him to it.

Tojis eyes were on Nanamis beautifully contorted face. He lives how his brown eyes shut tightly, how pretty Nanami looked when he moaned. “Aye, ken, can i take these off you?” Tojis voice slurring as he tugged onto Nanamis pants. The blonde nods “yeah.. take em off” he was already so out of breath from something as small as being palmed, maybe it was the alcohol.

The two ripped their clothes off Tojis lips crashing back onto Nanamis once they were completely naked. Tojis hand gripped and squeezed at Nanamis ass. (gay as hell but tojis an ass guy.) Kento moaned into the kiss, his cock twitching and bumping Tojis in the process. This didnt go unnoticed from the other male, his hand reached down grabbing both their cock into one hand.

“Shit your- youre leaking so much pre..” Toji was honestly in awe about how much precum was trickling from Nanamis soft pink tip. “Oh shut u-up.. thats not alot..” he responded to toji, his cock twitching like crazy. They were both around the same size, Tojis having a bit more girth to it while Nanamis has length. “Nah kenny thats a lot” Tojis said, teasing nanami for being more excited than he was. His rough thumb pressing onto Nanamis tip, swiping up the precum and licking it. “fuck…” Nanami flushed more at Tojis actions. He bit down onto his Tojis shoulder once the males hand started stroking both their cocks with one hand.

Nanamis bites down harder causing Toji to squeeze their cocks and moan out a curse. “Fuck, fuck ken nit so ha-hard” his voice rougher than normal. His hand continued to lump their cocks. “Ken, look at me” Toji mumbled, it was hard to talk when youre trying not to moan or whine, but Nanami listens letting go of his shoulder and looking at Toji.

Tojis hand lets ho of their cocks and reaches up, his thumb caressing Nanamis bottom lip before pushing past his lips and teeth pressing onto his tongue. All that mattered in this moment was them, and their drunken passion for eachother. Toji kisses Nanami again sucking and biting at the blondes lip. Toji pulls away after what felt like hours, both their lips swollen. “Go to my room. Its the first one on the left” Toji reluctantly pulls away and lets Nanami stumble his naked ass up the stairs and onto his bed, Toji gets up from the couch and grabs a box from his bathroom closet.

Toji never really had people over and the few times he did have someone over that he planned to fuck into next year, they always wanted him raw. But he still had a pack of condoms just in case. He made his way to his room and saw Nanami on his bed, face deep into Tojis pillow sniffing his scent, every few seconds his hips would move. That damn freak. “Aye im back” Tojis said with a grin, Nanami shot up and composed himself “wait i have to get it in the ass??” Nanamis words slurred together, it honestly barely made sense. “Uhh duh, my condoms”

What felt like forever of them arguing whos getting it in the ass finally cane to an end once Nanami shouted a finale “Fine!” with a huff. Toji had the condom snug around his fat cock. “Look at you, ass up and ready to be fucked.” Under any other circumstances Nanami wouldve drop kicked the person and stomped their lights out, but this? This was TOJI. And Toji was too sexy to resist.

Slowly the black hair man pressed his cock to Nanamis ass, gently pushing inside of him. The blonde gasps and grips the sheets. “Fu-fuck youre tight.. so fucking tight” Toji groaned, he waited a few more seconds before pulling back then slamming back in. Moan after sweet delicious fucking moan left Nanamis lips. All Toji could think about was how good Nanami felt around his cock. Hes never had sex with a guy but fuck was he happy he was doing it with Nanami, who seemed to be an ass virgin.

Tojis hips didnt slow, not for a single second. He pounded Nanamis ass in a fast and rough pace, he didnt wanna stop. Nanami hated how his eyes were watering from this but he loved how it felt, how his body was in a frenzy, how he couldnt stop moaning. His precum dripping onto the bed with every thrust Toji sent his way. Tojis head was spinning, his hand gently smacking Nanamis ass. In Toji’s opinionhe had a pretty nice ass, it jiggles with every slap, it was smooth, it was cute. He loved it and never wanted to leave it.

They didnt stop for a good hour or so going a few rounds switching out condoms, but when they did boy-o-boy were they exhausted. On the last round Nanami insisted no condom, swearing he was ready to take it raw. His hole was pretty lubed up but Toji still prepped him with his fingers. Once he deemed him ready Toji hovered over Nanami pressing a deep kiss to his lips while pushing his cock inside of him. His hips moved frantically, all rhythm thrown out the window like a steaming hot honey bun at a homeless man. Toji was started to get more vocal, moaning into the blondes lips, small things like “tight..so fucking tight” and “fuck yes, fuck yes” Toji was in heaven with Nanami and he never wanted to leave. With one fínale thrust Toji came inside Nanami.

The two stayed like that for a second before Toji pulled out and grabbed a wipe from his nightstand. He gently cleaned his cock then grabbed another wipe to clean Nanamis. He tossed those into the trash can and getting one last wipe to clean up any cum on Nanamis ass or thighs. Once tossed he laid down and looked at Nanami “maybe next time you can dom” Toji said with a drunk sleepy grin.

Nanami chuckled and nodded “yeah..” his brown eyes fluttered shut leaving Toji to gaze at him. He felt so much in that moment. But before he went to sleep he leaned in and kisses Nanamis lips, pulling away a second later and getting comfortable on his bed.

[descendantsramblings]

First of all, take your time with the storys (god i love your writing style, its not rushed and not too cheesy or out of character) And cause my Brain is a full on simp for Morgie and the Boy is just a little good one that wants to fit in, i have another idea

Maybe a story based on the Deleted scene pics of Him sleeping(?) alone in the Hideout from the lagoon in this chair(?) and of him finding the book

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in the whole thing morgie and reader have this Tension like always and are pretty close (they are in love but both dont know how to make the first step and they know it wouldnt really be good news for uliana which scares morgie off)

Male!reader is another villain kid that is also in Ulianas crew but mostly in the background, he didnt go to the office to steal the cookbook nor did he look out for merlin with morgie (maybe reader is even secretly slightly friends with bridget who knows)

Morgie went to find the cookbook in chloe's and red's room after finding out what happend to uliana and the crew, he hesitates to open it and goes back to the Hideout in the lagoon where he starts to panick a little cause his friends are frozen, he is all alone and it all depends on him now.

On one side he wants to impress uliana and the others and be a good villain like his Mom (cause he has a reputation to hold up and he has mommy issues lmao) but on the other hand he doesnt think that Bridget deserves it and he doesnt wants to really be like his mom, morgie also opens the book which also proves that he is good in his heart

Reader comes into the hideout to see morgie having a complete life crisis and he tries to comfort him, Reader wants Morgie to leave the villain group cause he just isnt a villain and a good soul at heart but Morgie thinks that this will just cause more problems so he sticks with this life now (god bless him)

Morgie ends up not doing the prank and telling Uliana later after she is unfrozen that he just didnt find the cookbook and he couldnt pull through with the pranks and that he and Reader couldnt think of anything just as cruel for Bridget before castlecoming but they totally did still try to.make bridgets day bad (they didnt xD)

You’re so sweet, thank you so much. I really do try, end up reading it like 4 times before I post it and find something I wish I changed a day later. And I love the concept of a secretly good VK being with Morgie (who is also secretly good idc what Disney has to say on the matter)!! I’m so excited about this one

True to Heart

Morgie le Fay X Reader

Pronouns used: He/him/his

Summary: When faced with something that knows the truest part of your heart, it’s bound to see right through you.

Warnings: Uliana sucks, they're very touchy but really this is just fluff with some panicking. Death mention but it’s sorta playful

Word count: 2K

   It had been hours since he heard from Uliana. Surely the sea witch should have come by his room by now , yelling at him about how he needed to be ready for their plan. Convinced he’d do it at the drop of a hat to be part of her main circle. She was a fool of course, that he believed with his whole heart, she was ridiculous to believe he’d hurt Bridget. It would be like asking him to hurt Hades. They weren’t close but he had an obvious care for them, that was easy to see. Uliana was an idiot to believe he would even consider letting go of that part of himself. There were few parts of his morals he could actually hold in the position he’d put himself in. He’d be keeping one, (Y/n) was not the type of guy to betray anyone. Despite that though, he was on his way to go find the dreadful girl and her friends, skipping across the rocks of the black lagoon. Regardless of who he wanted to be, villainy ran in his blood, he had no other options but to be on their beck and call. Well, he assumes he did have one other option, but the idea of being alone by choice wasn’t exactly one that made his chest all warm and fuzzy. And to leave certain people in the crew would kill him. 

    “Oh what did I do?” The familiar voice panicked, speaking to himself as he paced the length of the hide out. “Why did I take that? What do I do with it? Why did I?” Morgie is speaking faster than he can make sense, repeatedly looking over at some old book settled on the table. (Y/n) slinks in, carefully making his way up to the boy. Not that he noticed the presence of his, well he can’t actually tell you what Morgie considers him. Arms outstretched, grabbing his biceps from behind, “Morgz, where are your friends? I thought Ulilana would’ve come by to snatch me up by now.” Hazel eyes are panicked and wild, turning and staring into the most comforting face he’s ever seen. “I-” he takes a deep breath, stepping closer for his friend to hold him closer, “I failed at being a good watch and now they’re all frozen and I don’t know what to do because it’s my fault and I don’t want to do this alone.” 

    His right hand slides up Morgie’s arm, resting on his shoulder as his left hand cups his cheek. “Morgie, I will never let you be alone. Now, tell me what we’re doing.” He watches Morgie’s eyes close, rubbing the boy’s cheek with his thumb lovingly. “I can’t ask that of you,” he breathes forcing his eyes open as he pulls away from the boy’s hand, “If pranking Bridget falls on me it has to fall on just me. I know you like her and I couldn’t make you do something like that. It would ruin your chances.” (Y/n) laughs, tapping Morgie’s cheek with his hand and letting go to look at the book on the table, “Morgz, Bridget is a lovely friend but I do not like her. Not like that. Now,” he drags a finger over the cover of the old book, “Is this the book that Uliana wanted?” He pauses, turning around. His back straightens in shock, realizing just how close Morgie had gotten, he could feel the sorcerer’s breath on his face. He was really close, far too close. 

    “Did you say Uliana was frozen?” “They all are,” he steps back ever so slightly, as if he realized how close he’d gotten all of a sudden, “I heard those two girls talking about it. They said there was a spell on the book that keeps people with evil in their heart from being able to use it. Something like that and they opened it and now,” he shakes his head. “Now they’re all frozen,” (Y/n) bites his hand to hold back a laugh, “They didn’t research the book before they went to get it?” He turns back to the book, “So what are you planning to do with it?” Morgie’s hands settle on either side of him, chest pinned to the boy’s back with his breath fanning over (Y/n)’s exposed neck.  

    “I mean, I need to do the prank don’t I? Uliana is going to be fuming if I don’t and it would make my mom happy. Or at least I hope it would. So I need to do the prank, right?” He bites his lips, eyes fluttering closed as he relishes in the closeness. They’d never act like this in the hideout if Uliana had the chance to see them. she had her qualms when it came to them both -one more than the other- no reason to make it worse. “So, you want to prank an innocent girl so that two women who can’t even see you would be proud of you?” He shakes his head, “It’s not that I want to prank her. I just, I need someone to be proud of me. You can understand that, can’t you?” “Morgz,” he shakes his head, turning around and putting them nearly nose to nose. He can hear someone take in a sharp breath, Morgie seeming to hold the gasp in as he stares at his friend. He was almost sure the sound had been him. “You do not need to make Uliana and your mother happy all the time. What would make you happy?” He shakes his head, the motion making their noses brush up against each other. “You know it’s not that simple.” 

    “Okay, then open your magic little book, serpent boy.” He lets out a sound that (Y/n) thinks is supposed to be a laugh. “I can’t, villains can’t open the book. That’s literally how we got in this situation.” He nods, grabbing Morgie’s face in a way that would make most people raise their brows. The display was a touch two cozy for the two boys to just be friends. “Open the book. If you freeze then I will unfreeze you and help with the prank.” He raises a brow, eyes drinking in his best friend’s face, “And if I don’t?” “How about we focus on if you do first, huh?” Morgie lets go of him, stepping to the side so he can look at the book. “What if,” he takes a breath, looking over at his friend’s gentle face, “What if you can’t turn me back?” His hand reaches out, smoothing a strand of Morgie’s hair into place, “Well, then I will fight tooth and nail until I can. I can’t be without you.” He picks up the book with slow shaking hands, eyes flickering back over to the other boy. “I really think you should open this. I mean, we know that you could open it and be just fine. You’re so,” he looks the boy over, licking his lips, “You.” 

    “Morgz, open the book. I promise you, we’ll be okay.” Morgie takes a deep breath, bracing himself for the worst as the cover of the book gives way to his hand. Sliding open without so much as a shine of a spell coming off of it. His eyes flicker open, slowly looking over the page before looking up to his friend. “I didn’t freeze.” A smile comes across his face, walking over to Morgie’s shell chair and falling into it. “You knew that,” he turns to watch as he speaks. “You knew I would be okay.” (Y/n) looks up at him from his seat, smiling at Morgie, “Of course I did, I know you. You might be a le Fay but you’re also,” he pauses, shaking his head, “You’re you. There’s no need to be Morgie le Fay right now. You can just be, Morgie.” 

    He shakes his head, walking over to his friend and falling to sit between his legs, “I can just be Morgz.”  Without so much as a second of hesitation (Y/n) wraps his arms around Morgie’s waist, lightly pulling him back to lay down on top of him. There’s no hesitation on the other boy’s end either, the sorcerer melting into his arms, his head lulling back to rest on his friend’s shoulder. The two boys become a tangle, the tip of his nose brushing against (Y/n)’s cheek bone as he gets wrapped into his arms. A grossly adoring and gentle display that the other boys of the group would never give into. Words can’t explain how happy he is for the curse on that stupid book. “What am I supposed to do now? I mean, if I’m not evil what am I doing with the villains?” (Y/n)’s hand comes up to scratch at the boy’s scalp as he speaks, Morgie letting out a whine at the contact.

    “That’s a great question, what are you doing with the villains? You and I both know that you deserve better than this.” Each of the other boy’s words fan across his cheek and lips as he speaks, the air of it tickling his cheek,  “You know why.” He was so close, how had he let himself pull the other boy so close? His mind was in overdrive, doing everything he could to think about something, anything, other than the closeness. “You know you don’t have to be her mini me, right? You don’t have to be here just because of her.” He scoffs, nuzzling further against (Y/n)’s cheek, “Why are you with us then? Everyone knows you’re nothing like your dad.” A hum follows the words, stroking the boy’s hair instead of responding. “I mean realistically, Hades and I are the only ones you hang out with one on one. And I think everyone knows you’re not a fan of Maleficent. But you’re still lumped in with us. What’s the point of it?” “You,” he has his eyes closed as he says it, bracing for whatever the response would be. 

      Morgie stills, (Y/n) honestly hadn’t noticed he was still nuzzling against him until he stopped it. Grip loosening so the boy could get up and leave him. But he doesn’t, he can feel Morgie’s eyes burning into the side of his face. “Look at me.” “What?” “Look at me,” he grabs the boy’ chin, tilting him over to look at him, “Open your eyes.” “I’m okay actually.” “Please,” he whines it, cupping the boy’s face. And they both know there’s no way (Y/n) ignores that tone in his voice. Eyes slowly opening. “You’re stuck here because of me?” “I want to be stuck with you.” 

  Morgie sits up, looking over at the book with a sigh, “How are we supposed to get that thing back into Merlin’s office?” (Y/n) shoots up, looking at the boy with bewilderment in his eyes, “What?” Morgie lets out the shell of a laugh, turning to him, “Well, if you’re stuck with them because of me, then while they’re frozen, we can do things your way.” He looks at the sorcerer with the softest eyes, lip caught between his teeth in hopes of stopping the grin that begged to stretch across his face. “You’re not gonna prank her?” He turns, pointing at the other boy, “We’re not. We are however going to have to work together to figure out how to lie to Uliana though. Because we are so, so dead if we don’t figure this out.” “Morgie le Fay! I am so proud of you!” He laughs, pulling him into his lips. It’s soft, short, barely even a kiss but he relished in it all the same. Morgie was kissing him, he got to kiss him. Whatever was set to happen to them didn’t matter, he could roll with the punches. For a while, at least for the next day, the two not-so-villainous Villain kids could live true to their hearts. That could be enough, for now it would be enough.

“So uh,” (Y/n) pulls back nervously, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb, “Since we already have the tickets to castle coming do you want to“ “Please.”

[iwaoiness]

thank u sm @mania-sama for taggin me on this!! <3 im excited to see how this will turn out omg

𒌋 fanfic write review

— How many works do you have on AO3? —

actually 48 fics in english and spanish, i think its a huge number but then i remember there's people with more than 70 works and then i feel better

— Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes —

¹ orbit return↦ "When they're eight years old and learn in class what the orbit and the planets and the stars and the universe are, Iwaizumi decides that on Oikawa's birthday he will no longer say "happy birthday", but "happy orbit return". And it becomes a tradition. Or: Oikawa is the main protagonist of Iwaizumi's Instagram, especially, every 20th of July."

its one of the cutest i've ever written, i wanted to do something cute and soft for oikawa's b-day and show iwaoi over the years through the pictures but as i have no fucking idea how to draw, i said: ‘fuck it i'll write it’, and so it was born!! i liked it sm i couldnt hold out until july so i published it in octuber lol

² tooru's love life↦ "In wich Oikawa never revealed anything about his private life, let alone his love life. Until he posts a TikTok with Iwaizumi Hajime and everything explodes."

it was a silly thing that crossed my mind after seeing a video on twitter and idk how its in this top2 BUT im soooo grateful that yall liked it so much <3

³ chronicles of a jealous athlete↦ "What Oikawa definitely can't get over and what left him gaping with eyes wide open was the latest viral video featuring Iwaizumi (which Makki sent him just two minutes after it was posted, along with a "loool bro u should’ve come to japan"). And it's not another fancam (he wished it was another fancam, why on earth wasn't it a fancam), but a video of him, back to the camera, giving Ushijima Fucking Wakatoshi a massage. A fucking pectoral massage."

THIS IS MY PRECIOUS SON!! i saw the video on my tl and said: i MUST iwaoing this right now and worte it in one day. i had a great time writing it, i felt like i was 15 again, surrounded by books and being able to read saga after saga every week, totally engrossed in the world of manga and anime, having evolved in my writing style and feeling that i finally could show my full potential and reveal without further walls everything that my mind holds. im very fond of it i swear

⁴ oikawa's problematic phone case↦ "In which Oikawa shows a video to a famous talk show host and (unintentionally) ends up showing half the world the photo he keeps in his phone case. And it would all remain an anecdote if it weren't for the fact that it is a ID photo of Iwaizumi Hajime (27) athletic trainer."

can u believe i just wanted to do a drabble about iwaizumi being the kind of person who doesnt try hard at all and looks SO HOT in the id photo and then this came out lol i just now its something canon

⁵ when the rain falls in summer↦ "It's summer, it's raining, Oikawa is lying on the couch like an invertebrate animal, humming a song because he doesn't know silence, and Iwaizumi can't ask for anything more."

i couldnt be iwaoi's fan without writing iwaoi enjoying the two of them in their flat on a rainy day, all sweet, loving and in love, and with a balcony full of plants ugh i love them with my whole heart

— Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? —

yees!! its my fav part of publish a work, even though sometimes i forget and get months behind, i LOVE responding to comments, it's like feeling more connected to people and an incredible dopamine rush

— What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? —

all i know is my life is gone, well tecnically its all angst not only the ending, but thanks to this i found the joy of writing angst, now i understand people who write an 120k fic of pure angst, somehow its reaaaally funny

i have another one in spanish la paz de akaashi its a bokuaka fic y si eres hispana hermana no sabes lo que me dolió emocionalmente destrozar a bokuto y akaashi pensé que sería soportable pero nO

— What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? —

AAAAAAA I CANT CHOOSE apart from the previous two plus another one that has a bittersweet ending (between alphas if u r curious), the rest of the 43 fics have happy ending, but so as not to leave this blank I will say: little piece of home

— Do you write crossovers? —

nopee, and i dont think im ever going to write it cuz im not really into it

— Have you ever received hate on a fic? —

only once lol when i started in the fanfic world in fanfiction.net with vocaloid stories (dark past don't ask) and i was 12 or 13 y/o ig when one of my shameful fics ended up in a review blog with the top spanish fanfic writers, and they dedicated a WHOLE post to me with a destructive (and a little bit constructive) criticism. actually it wasnt that bad cuz that was my turning point and now i write well thanks to it, and since then i havent received any hate on any of my fics!! (for now lol)

— Do you write smut? If so, what kind? —

another yes thank youuu. i love to write it not too explicit, like leave u wanting to know a lot more and also to be able to imagine it a little bit as u like, if that makes sense

— Have you ever had a fic stolen? —

not that i know of, and hope to keep it that way pleaseee

— Have you ever had a fic translated? —

nope

— Have you ever co-written a fic before? —

nope again

— What’s your all-time favorite ship? —

IWAOIIWAOIIWAOIIWAOIIWAOIIWAOI im OBSESSED with their dynamic. its just so freaking good (and don’t even get me started on the fact that childhood friends is my weakness). with these two, there’s literally endless possibilities and AUs u can explore without pushing them into major ooc territory, which, tbh, is a struggle with some ships. like, u want enemies to lovers? fits like a glove. strangers to friends to lovers? perfect. full-blown angst with a happy ending? chef’s kiss. angst with hurt/no comfort? yup, that too. whatever the vibe is, if it’s iwaoi, it just WORKS

and individually they’re a solid 10/10. like, sure, iwaizumi didn’t get as much screen time as oikawa, but his personality is so well-crafted that it feels like he’s been a core part for all 402 freaking chapters of haikyuu (well he's a core part if it wasnt for him, tooru would’ve been absolutely eaten up by guilt for hitting kageyama and might’ve even quit volleyball and that iconic line ‘the team with the better six is stronger’ it’s HIS, and it hit kageyama like a truck) and don’t even get me started on timeskip iwaizumi hajime (27), athletic trainer, he's my roman empire

and oikawa, oh my oikawa, i’d legit have to write a whole doctoral thesis cuz he’s THE character. his development's straight-up apotheosis. he’s one of the best-written characters out there, and if u disagree, go argue with the wall. the man crossed the damn pond for volleyball, became a STARTER on the argentinian national team, rediscovered the joy in the sport, and kept his pride intact through it all. uuugh and at 30 years old, he’s still a total dork but irresistibly handsome piece of man

— What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? —

okay listen to me carefully (or rather, read me carefully) i have a lots of WIPs but for the last FOUR years in my iwaoi doc there has been THE wip that has been going around in my mind but that will probably never come to light and that im going to let a summary of here cuz if i suffer for not being able to write it, as it deserve, yall suffer with me for not being able to read it:

inspired by the music video of halsey's song colors, omegaverse iwaoi, where oikawa (18) is a dominant omega (a real one, who can bend an alpha with his pheromones) and iwaizumi (29) is an alpha. i know it sounds repetitive BUT KEEP READING!!

the oikawas are a pretty well-off family: daisuke (a lawyer with his own successful law firm) is the alpha dad, aoi (a social worker at an omega shelter) is the omega papa, tomiko is the eldest alpha daughter, and tooru is the youngest omega son. tomiko’s married but always stays in close contact with the family, and daisuke and aoi’s relationship is super healthy, making them a tight-knit family where oikawa grew up never lacking love.

but then adolescence hits hard and oikawa becomes ridiculously beautiful, flamboyant, smart, strong, attention-loving, totally into top and bottom dynamics, and most importantly, he LOVES teasing his dad, though daisuke always dishes it right back cuz they’re both stubborn as hell (but his dad really cares about him and only looks out for the best, just like his papa). actually oikawa gets along quite well with the rest of the omegas, but his closest friends are makki (an omega marked by beta mattsun) and suga (the epitome of perfection with a playful streak he rarely shows, and ofc engaged to daichi).

oikawa and hanamaki usually go to the sports club to play tennis because volleyball is not an omegas thing, and with suga he attends the music conservatory where he plays the violin. at the omegas institution, the three of them are in the sewing club (led by akaashi btw) although tooru has no fucking idea how to sew.

so, the story kicks off with makki and oikawa watching a volleyball match at the said prestigious miyagi sports club, where daisuke and a handful of alphas (and mattsun) play. among them is yutaro iwaizumi who happens to be a little bit in love with tooru (and even has a semi-blessing from the oikawas to court him). but, ofc, tooru has zero interest in that iwaizumi. his eyes are on the other alpha iwaizumi who plays volleyball too with his dad, the one who looks at him with those intense green eyes, the one with a dimple on his right cheek when he smiles, the one with a deep, gravelly voice that makes oikawa’s stomach flip, the one with an overwhelming presence, the one who smells like sandalwood and mint, the one with a broken mark on the nape of his neck.

hajime iwaizumi, the big bro of yutaro

AAAAAA DUDE, NOW I WANNA PICK IT UP AGAIN, IT’D BE SO GOOD I WANNA CRY. i wrote three chapters and half of the fourth, and honestly, it was so fun cuz i add humor and build a fun dynamic between the OCs (aka tooru’s parents) and tooru himself. ugh and don’t even get me started on the epic scenes i included, like oikawa getting into big trouble sneaking into an alpha institution just to smash a nut tart into the face of an alpha who’s allergic to nuts for revenge

— What are your writing strengths? —

wow i’ve never really stopped to think seriously about this, but i think im decent at conveying emotions (someone pls tell me this is a legit writing strength before i embarrass myself here), like, i try to make them feel real and almost palpable instead of leaving them just abstract. and maybe creativity too? im always looking for ways to avoid repetition and make everything feel smoother and more fluid

— What are your writing weaknesses? —

definitely describing places, i HATE that kind of description. i try my best, but if it’s already a struggle in spanish for me, just imagine doing it in english, i caaant every time it makes me want to bang my head against my laptop. oh and i feel like cant write long fics to save my life cuz i always feel like i wont be good enough to pull it off or that i’ll mess up squeezing the plot and fucking it up, and it drives me absolutely crazy but but i swear im trying to improve that aspect and one day get a long fic or a 10k+ one shot uploaded without dying in the attempt!!

— What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? —

i think its super funny (u cant comprehend the joy that comes over me when i read fics in english with argentinian oikawa saying dialogues in spanish), although its true that sometimes it hinders the reading a bit if one isnt fluent in the other language, its a good tool that makes the reading more interesting as long as its used well, i see it as another resource to make the reader more involved in the story imo

— What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? —

right now off the top of my head i’d looove to write kuroken, more bokuaka, some oihina, kenhina, definitely atsuhina, kagehina, and tanakiyo from haikyuu. and once i finish arcane, i’m literally DYING to dive into jayvik. also, i love love love kingdom (GO READ IT, ITS LEGENDARY), and i’d be so hyped to write something shin x qiang too

— What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? —

i really hate to choose i swear but the first one that cross my mind its hajime's premature death i had such a blast working on the plot, like driving iwaizumi insane with oikawa rocking a skirt has been soooo enriching. honestly, i think this might just be the most fun fic i’ve ever written

time for tagginggg @vvalllerie @winnterboobear @kingofech0park if yall want to do it, no pressure!! ღ

[drinkpisser]

MY HESITANT ALIEN FIC, HOW IT CAME TO BE CHAPTER 4! :p 🛸

This one shall be quite interesting for sure, dearest readers 😈🙏

Enjoy and thank you sm if you do check it out!!!<3

PREVIOUS CHAPTER/S:

begin reading chapter 4 beneath the cut!

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CHAPTER 4: DRUGSTORE PERFUME

Ray had been awaiting Gerard's return for a full week now. A week without his best friend, just as glum as you can imagine it. Actually having to take part in a routine, listening in on other people's conversations because you can't have your own, waiting for each day to end so you can be even lonelier at night. He had company, sure, but what's company if you've never felt so isolated?

Desperate to retrace his vacant steps, Ray decided to walk the paths Gerard mentioned he would cycle. This resulted in nothing more than some wheel tracks, yet anything is a clue at this point. He followed, careful to not tamper with the traces left. To his detriment, the woods seemed to be identical with each corner he turned.

Just a mundane old forest, what did Gerard see in it?

Ray pauses. A bike is leant against the stump of a tree, one wheel deflated and the other poorly attempting to keep its balance. He was here. Transfixed on the plethora of predatory situations he could have been in, Ray loses focus on his main objective- to gather clues. Does he go back and tell someone he could be in danger? Would they even believe him? The staff questioned him harshly enough already, accusing him of assisting Gerard in running away and covering his back so he wouldn't get in trouble. He feels like nothing but a nervous wreck, struggling to keep up with the rushing turmoil in his head.

"Ray?" an unsuspecting voice asks.

His heart palpitates, startled. His neck recoils so quickly that it could have snapped off his body. It was only a rugged, exhausted Gerard stood in front of him, sporting a clueless expression on his face and scratching his head like nothing ever happened.

"What're you doing here? It's super early, right?" he repeats.

"You-" Ray struggles to find an adequate response in disbelief, "You've been gone for fucking days, dude!"

"I was just getting a pump for the tyres, they busted on me whilst I was biking. I couldnt have been too long- maybe a half hour?" he responds, dismissing the claim. To Gerard's dismay, he wasn't fully aware that the passage of time is extremely warped in different realities. A few harmless hours to him was more than likely a week and a half for Ray.

"You're serious- you're serious! You don't know how long you've been!?" Ray disputes. Gerard was blank as a sheet, giving in to a defeated shrug.

Nope, he doesn't know. Idiot.

"You dont even have- where were you, Gee? At least answer me that. My bare ass has been on the stove for you over here. And you look like shit!"

...

"I- I don't know." Growing more disoriented, he finds it increasingly difficult to come up with a realistic answer. It had already been a confusing time for Gerard, and all these questions weren't helping his case even if they were reasonable enough.

Ray sighs, "I can't stay mad at you. Just take me with you next time, at least. Wherever you were it couldn't have been that fun on your own."

Gerard resorts to a hug in order to comfort Ray's visually apparent distress. He wishes he could tell him the truth with his entire soul, but he couldn't bare to see what could happen if he did. More than anything, he was afraid. That's why he needed to start creating art as soon as possible, to save everyone.

"If you need to talk about anything- you know I'm here, yeah?" Ray adds.

"Yeah." Gerard smiles mildly.

Ray pats his back, and they get to walking back to the main area of camp, almost clinging onto eachother. As Gerard reconciles with familiar faces, Ray awkwardly clenches his teeth in a feeble attempt to smile. Spotting Frank, they head in the direction of the bench he's sat on.

Frank raises an eyebrow, dropping the nachos he was just snacking on, a baffled "That's Gerard?" exiting his mouth.

"Sorry, I don't recognise you-" Gerard discloses.

"This is Frank," Ray chirps once again, "he bought me cookies and now we're pals. He likes Iron Maiden and plays guitar too!"

Affectionately, Ray slaps Frank on the back of his shoulders, causing him to eject a sheepish "owch!".

"Awh, cool! Nice to meetchya Frankie." Gerard grins, awkwardly shaking his dorito dusted hand.

"Gerard Arthur Way! There you are!" a disciplinary voice hollers.

"Well shit." Gerard mutters, the boys snickering slightly at his remark. Almost dragged by the hood, Gerard is indefinitely sent off to a questioning of some sort.

The staff member escorts him to an important looking room, featuring an even more important looking name tag on the desk: 'Principal'. Surrounding it, there are small, framed photographs of staff members and past campers, who seem tremendously happier than anybody here currently.

Just gotta survive this interrogation without giving everything away, he monologues in his doomed brain. So doomed... So fucked.

A stern looking woman clicks her heels as she enters the secluded room, taking a seat as she glares intensely into Gerard's entire existence.

"Where were you? Is everything okay? Were you hurt?" Just as he'd anticipated, the questions came flooding insufferably in.

"Hey, listen..." Gerard pinches the bridge of his nose as if he's in excruciatingly dire pain, "I just got back and i ain't feelin' well. I fell over and busted my lip, see? Can I please go to the nurse instead?" He believes that reverse psychology is effective, and that his injuries from over a week ago look fresh. Oh, dear. Maybe save the big ideas for when you turn 25 next time.

She grumbles, shaking her head.

"Not yet. You can afterwards, however."

She begins jotting down notes. Following this, she looks at Gerard expectingly, despite his nervous silence.

"So?" she suggests, tapping her pen against the clipboard she's writing on.

"So, what?" Gerard backchats, crossing his arms and deciding to play smartass.

"So, what were you doing outside campus, unauthorised for a fortnight?" she demands the question.

He tuts, rolling his eyes. A surpisingly bold move for him, but a typical one. He grows cockier, due to the hindrance and his heightening feelings of annoyance towards having to answer for himself.

"I like, ran off for a week, 'cause I'm bored shitless of this place..." he smirks, "In other words, I skipped. What're you gonna do about it, kick me out? I already left once."

The principal lets out a diabolical gasp.

Gerard knew from that alone, he was not going to get away from this any easier than before he opened his mouth.

"What I can do is expel you, young man! That won't be a laugh to explain to your parents, will it?" she exclaims at the top of her lungs.

"Do it! I don't fuckin' care. I'm worth more than this place anyways, and so is Ray. If you're gonna kick me out, at least do the same for him. Leaving him alone in this dump was the mistake i made, not skipping." he rants.

"You're really about to do this?" she lowers her voice in concern.

Gerard glances around in hesitation before doubling down on his claim, his eyes lighting up slightly.

"Yeah."

That felt like a strangely refreshing moment for Gerard, as though being argumentative with higherups was the epitome of being punk and an absolutely rock solid act on his behalf.

"Alright, we'll call your parents to pick you up. And Ray can go with you, he's in deep trouble because of you now. I hope you understand that." she lectures.

"Aight," he scoffs, getting up out of the chair he'd slumped in.

"I'm out."

He storms out of the office desperately searching for Ray and Frank, not realising they had snook off and waited outside right next to him.

"Hm, I heard yelling." Frank observes, pursing his lips.

Gerard turns to each of them almost instantly.

"Oh, thank god-" Gerard clutches onto both Ray and Frank's arms with an underlying agression.

"We gotta go, like, now! I am so serious!" he blurts out obsessively.

"Dude, wh-" Ray begins, interrupted by the snatch of Gerard's run. He drags them behind a bush, heavily encouraging them to be silent with a desperate "shh!".

Several staff members rush past the glorified pile of leaves shielding the three.

"Can someone please tell me what is going on?!" Ray hisses through a whisper.

"Okay, okay! I will. I spewed bullshit to the principal lady. Told 'er I skipped on purpose. She threatened to expel me so I humoured 'er and said you shouldn't be left here alone and-"

"Sorry, the fuck do I have to do with this?" Frank interrupts.

"Just sit and look pretty or somethin' whilst I explain the goddamned situation! You're involved 'cause you are. I wasn't about to just leave ya." Gerard groans.

Frank huffs.

"So... You sold me out and lied?" Ray disputes in confusion, a slight look of upset on his face.

"No- I just thought if I said that as a bluff I could get us out of here quicker. You want to leave, right?" Gerard defends.

Ray remains silent for a few seconds, considering it.

"Screw it." Ray beams.

A feeling of relief washes over Gerard's sweaty face, glad that his stupidity didn't get taken the wrong way.

Two staff members park themselves not too far away, beginning to discuss.

"Ray is now gone, they must have been planning some kind of rebellion from the beginning." One starts.

Frank raises an eyebrow.

"Hey, seeing as I'm the pretty one I could go ask what they're gonna do to ya."

He rolls his eyes with a pinch of salt, getting up on his own accord. Gerard knew it was best to not crush Frank's withering dignity any further, so he let him get on with it. Ray watched closely in slight suspense. Frank hunches over, approaching the two staff members all whilst kicking some gravel and looking down inside of himself.

"Mcscuse me, what's goin on?" he asks with innocent eyes.

"Do you have any idea where your accomplices are? Ray Toro and Gerard Way?" the staff's dialect felt restrictive.

"Can't say I do. Why's the matter?" Frank asks further, intentionally using poor phrasing for cool effect.

"They are to be arrested, and cannot leave the premises under any circumstance."

Gerard chokes. Ray's jaw is almost touching the grass. Frank elongates a whistle. He pauses, before then intelligently throwing a right hook towards the man's face.

"WE NEED TO GO!" He screams at the top of his lungs to the once concealed duo, snatching a plank of wood lying around and hoisting it underneath his greasy armpit.

Ray and Gerard chase behind him in desperation, quickly noticing the upcoming dead end. It would be futile to look back now, they're already being ambushed!

"Oh, Frank! What the fuck were you thinking runnin' this way?!" Gerard cusses.

Frank briefly catches his breath, before screeching at the barbed wire fence.

"There's a reason I stole a plank of wood, jackass! We're gonna use it to cross the old river behind this fence!" Frank begins climbing with a hint of pain from the spiky material separating the boys from freedom.

Gerard gulps in realisation. He can't swim, and his phobia of drowning doesn't make the idea of a flimsy bridge any better.

"Huh, now that's a funny joke, Frank-Anthony." he crosses his arms sarcastically.

"Does it look like he's joking!?" Ray complains, already up and over the fence. They're getting closer as Gerard grows in hesitation. In a fit of panic, Gerard snatches the plank of wood through a gap in the wall. The two teens shriek in annoyance.

"What the fuck!" Ray exclaims.

"Make your own way, I'll catch up!" Gerard blurts out. He'd honestly would rather them stay, he was consumed by fear. Ray denies before getting dragged away by an eager Frank, turning back in instant regret.

By now, Gerard had no coherent thoughts. The only energy coursing through his body was the adrenaline of facing danger head-on. He takes a swing at the current enemies, whacking the woodplank in half off of the now hostile janitor's head. Once his only weapon had shattered into shambles, he looted an unconscious park officer for any useful self defence. He manages to find a sharply ended hammer. Ooh, goody! A hammer! This will certainly end well.

Gerard suddenly feels a strange sensation of electricity within his weaponised palms. Visions of the mothership come lurking into his mind, clouding his perception of reality. Almost as though he was possessed, his scleras glow an iridescent white. All that was visible to his half-naked eyes we're the similar enhanced surroundings he'd witnessed before finding Lola. Nothing seemed quite right, not even the concept of nothing. His actions didn't feel like his own, as though the control room in his brain hit autopilot.

The rest of the committee come dashing in, and, as promised, Gerard begins bashing in, gushing the brains of old acquaintances onto the forest floor. He couldn't stop himself, no matter how hard he tried. Decrepit thoughts invade his mind- the deformed extraterrestrials, the secrecy, the defenselessness. The yearning to escape is too much for him; he can't take the strangeness anymore, and whatever can't make it stop in the moment should be destroyed. Or, maybe, was it that anything obstructing Gerard from the prophecised future was to be eliminated by an external force?

The hammer pierced the skin of its victim, critically damaging whatever it hit. As the bodies fell more and more, the static inflicting pain up Gerard's psyche faded.

Akin to the flicker of a light switch, he drops the bloodstained hammer in disbelief. As his pupils dilate, Gerard runs his red smothered fingers through his hair in distress and backs away from the remains he'd just bludgeoned. He can feel every erratic beat in his heart, one after the other, aching in dismal harmony.

Meanwhile, the others had crossed the unanticipatedly wide abandoned river using a derelict canoe. Still sailing, Ray's worries were still with Gerard.

"Don't you think staying with him would have been a better idea? I mean, I know him and he's not really a violent person. What if something's wrong?" he suggests.

"Try to relax. You're rambling," Frank comments, "He'll be okay, I promise. He surely must be if he didn't wanna go with us." he adds, troubled.

"Are- are you mad at him or something?" Ray enquires, perking his head up.

"No, just confused. I could've sworn he was acting off. There was this look in his face when he told us to run, and I'll be honest, it scared me." Frank speculates.

"Oh..." Ray frowns,

"I really do regret leaving him, though..." his words trail off in apprehension as he slowly taps Frank's shoulder to look in the same direction as him.

"Is that?-" Frank questions in a mildly bewildered state.

Gerard sat slumped on the grass awaiting the pair on the successful side of the river, his head askew in fatigue and his eyes swelled up with dainty tears.

"How did he get there so fast?" Frank asks in pure disdain.

Upon noticing the pair, Gerard gets up once again, debating on running away- only in fear of hurting who he cares about the most. He doesn't know how he even did that to those adults, he doesn't want to know. He wants to forget it. He wants to forget all of it. Even from afar, his shaking became exceedingly evident.

"Gee, it's gonna be fine! Just stay there, alright?" Ray attempts to comfort, shouting as softly as possible.

Gerard glances around himself once more, itching with a sense of paranoia. The two eventually head over to him, seeing through the bloodily drenched killer and envisioning a vunerable friend, allowing time for a group embrace. Gerard softens up, losing tension, and begins to sob like never before- he'd never felt fear like this before. It was a classic sense of dehumanisation, as though his pacifism had been violated.

After all, he wanted to save lives, not take them.

The miserable moon grows in exhaustion from lighting up the night, and gingerly begins to set. As the sun rose curiously, dawn declared a new muse for the trio. The feeling of comfort needed after a rough night, even if it was by their own hand. But they're merely teenagers, incapable of living those years entirely scuff free. Mistakes were bound to be made, even gorefilled ones. It just took a group hug for Gerard to realise it.

The trio begin to drift further away from the campsite, utilising the apricity shielding the cool morning breeze as a blanket of safety, following the light. They were about to go home, or maybe they'd already found it within eachother. Regardless, it was irrelevant how bad it was where they stayed anymore because, at the very least,

they were free from dreary old summer camp.

[whole-circus]

Fluff || Night ride with Jeff x gn.reader!

➥ Just you and Jeff on midnight trip, being silly and in love! It was better in my head - just as everything else :pp Dont eat me for some mistakes, english is not my first language! >:3

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☆ You and Jeff giggling and shushing eachother, as you go out of the home to your car. Its literally the middle of the night, but you both dont care. What matter right now is having fun.

With that thought Jeff seats behind the wheel, you right next to him on passagner seat. As you both laugh at silly things and tease eachother, he starts driving. Nice music with equally nice company, what else do you need? With your pretty boyfriend just next to you, his soft hand ony our thigh and warm breeze that comes through open windows? You couldnt ask for more, gosh - this moment is so incredibly joyfull..it haves something in it, that makes your heart warm from all this love you feel! He drives to gas station, just so you could got some snacks. After some walking around the market, you leave it with two slurpies. In the same good and playful mood, you seat in the car next to your lover and enjoy your sweet drink. With small hugs and kisses, interwoven with your giggles, you feel like its time to go. Your tongues now being in the mixed colours of your slurpies!<3

Finally, you arrive at nice spot without people, the sky being full with stars. With this pretty sight you decide to seat on the top of the car. As you do so, you are holding hands and laying down on the cold roof.

Looking at the stars and moon, you whisper in awe „The view..it looks so beautiful, Jeff..”. Almost immediately you hear Jeff's voice :„It is..so pretty..the best view I could have ever dreamed of..” His eyes are on you, the whole time. Why look at the sky, if you are more beautiful than moon and stars? More beautiful than anything in this world..? Jeff would never said that out loud, his pride wouldn't let him, but his lovesick gaze says it all.

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[dergnblaze]

My Shadow Dragon Rook, Beaumont "Monty" Mercar! He is a little mischievous romantic who loves poetry and gambling. His love is Emmerich, who becomes a lich.

His story is a little weird, so I'm putting it behind a cut! Trigger warning for slavery and some light 'brainwashing'.

So, this Tevinter Magister right? First his wife dies in childbirth, and he becomes extremely protective of his new son. Tevinter politics being what they are. He spares no expense in his upbringing and education. Around the age of 9, the boy starts showing signs of a severe blood disease. The magister starts experimenting with blood magic to try and cure him, going through slave after slave, stripping them of all their blood to try and purify is sons. But its no use, his son slowly wastes away and eventually dies, and his father goes mad with grief. He isolates himself for weeks, trying to figure out what he had done wrong and why he couldnt save his son. Eventually, he needs a new stock of slaves and goes to auction.

At the auction he see's an elf boy who is the spitting image of his son. He's a little younger, but if you ignored the ears the resemblance is striking. At least to the magister it is. He buys the boy and sneaks him into his home, cleans him up, cuts his hair, dresses him in his dead sons clothes and begins to call him by his dead sons name. He insists to anyone who asks that his son got better, and grooms the elf boy to be the inheritor of his will and position. When the magisters peers tried to reason with him, he heard none of it and became insistent. The Magisterium smelt blood, and they waited.

The boy, who had been born into slavery and knew nothing else, quickly adopted the role. The more like this dead son he behaved, the more the magister loved him. As time went on, Beamont almost forgot he was ever a slave to begin with. He saw no resemblance between himself and the slaves that worked at the mansion. They watched him with frightened and worried faces, and he was both repulsed by them and pitied them.

When Beaumont reached the age of 23, his father grew very sick. The magister was much older now, and although he had money and magic he knew he would not survive the illness. He gave everything to Beaumont in his will as his son, and Beaumont stayed by his side and cared for him right till the end. When the magister died, Beaumont's heart broke.

But he wasnt given any time to mourn. As he sat weeping by his fathers bedside, an older slave grabbed him by the shoulders and told him he needed to leave immediately. That he was in danger. Beaumont ignored him best he could, until a second man took him by the arm and together they rushed Beaumont of the room.

"Whats happening?" Beaumont asked, but the older slave just took his hand and rushed him down the halls into the secret corridors the slaves used to get around the mansion unnoticed. When they reached a larger room, more people were there and they quickly covered Beamont in ragged robes and gave him a sack full of what they could spare, which wasnt much. Confused, Beaumont asked again, "Whats happening?"

"They cant let you live." The older elf said, his face was grim and dark. Beaumont looked around, confused.

"What are you talking about? I need to prepare my father for the funeral..."

"You need to listen to us. He isnt your father. You can't inherit anything. You need to run."

Beaumont protested, insisting he was the magisters son. How dare they say otherwise? But on the other side of the wall he heard metal boots and men barking orders. The other slaves insisted he run, they would be ok if they obeyed their new masters, but they couldnt let Beaumont live. It was too messy. Too shameful.

Beaumont ran as far as docktown, where he ran into the Shadow Dragons. They had been made aware of his perdicament, and hid him from the Magisterium. It took some time for them to convince him of who he really was. Beaumont kept insisting he just needed to talk to the right people, explain things, then everything would be ok and they would understand.

Eventually, his new reality began to settle on him. He joined in the fight to end slavery and free the people that had helped him.

[sinclairforever]

Enid's New Dress

Wednesday and Enid have been friends for a while now but lately the goth has found that she has been falling for the sweet, overly dramatic pink werewolf. However, there are more obstacles on the path to Enids heart than Wednesday had previously thought, well, that had never stopped her before had it?

I have this on Ao3 and Wattpad as well.

This story is going to be mature and there are scenes of child neglect and blood. More below the cut.

It all started when Wednesday noticed Enid staring rather wistfully at a dress in a dress shop window. It was one of those colorful monstrosities, and fluffy. Which was a crime in its own right. Still, deciding that it would be a good idea to at least ask enid why she seemed to want a dress that much she walked over to Enids side and asked "Why do you want the colorful monstrosity"

Enid was so engrossed in staring at the dress that she barely noticed Wednesdays words. Once she did notice that the seer was staring at her she started a bit with a yelp and blushed a deep red.

Wednesday decided that it was a color suited to Enid. Though all colors seemed to become bearable, dare she say beautiful on the werewolf. Lost in her musings Wednesday almost didn't notice her companion starting to speak in an embarrased, guilty? tone.

"Um well, I don't, I don't like it- the dress I mean, it's not my style at all, not my style one bit"

Now Wednesday didn't believe that for one moment, but she was slightly puzzled as to why the colorful frilly Enid would say no to something as colorful and frilly as that dress. It was Enid in fabric form. So, furrowing her eyebrows she started to walk briskly behind the speed walking werewolf.

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Once they were back in their dorm room Wednesday commanded thing to go buy the dress, after asking him his opinion on why Enid was acting like this.

He was severely unhelpful besides some misguided thoughts on how she should comfort the girl.

As Wednesday lay in her bed she pondered on the issue for a full hour-Enid had only ever lied once before- before she heard a noise coming from the balcony.

Getting up Wednesday crept towards the balcony, footsteps as silent if not quieter than a felines. Only to stop once she heard the silent sobs of, that couldnt be Enid?! But as she crept ever closer she realized that yes, it was her Enid. Who had made her cry? They were already 6 feet in the ground as far as Wednesday was concerned, all she needed was two hours and they would be gone.

Enid stiffened and turned around slowly, not even bothering to wipe away the tears that ran down her broken face and over her scars. Her voice broke as she whispered Why are you out here Wednesday?"

"Why are you crying?"

Fingers shaking and shoulders trembling the other replied "None of your business"

Wednesday felt anger flare in her stomach and snake up her spine "It is my business if someone who belongs to me is crying" she snapped. Not even caring how odd it might sound to Enid because to her it was a simple, unavoidable, fact.

Enid looked like as if she was in shock, mouth agape and tears pouring anew down her face as she started to crumple to the ground.

Wednesday manages to catch her just before the floor met her poor Enid. Checking her pulse she determined that Enid was ok for now. A few moments later it became clear that Enid wasn't going to wake up for a while. With a strength that didn't show it's face often Wednesday lifted the girl into her arms and carried her to her bed.

Sitting down beside her Wednesday sat guard against any intangible nightmares and monster, she sat to guard the girl against anything that might dare to harm her.

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Morning came and with it Enid awoke. Wednesday had never felt relief before but what she must be feeling now would be close.

Raising her eyebrow in question she stared at Enid questions in her eyes.

Sighing Enid fiddled with her fingers nervously and said "I guess I can't just have a cookie and not have to explain right?"

Wednesday simply stared

"Promise you won't kill them on family day and I'll tell you"

Now that was interesting, the seer supposed that if it was needed she could always get her family to 'visit' these people. Technically that wouldn't be breaking her side of the deal seeing that she wouldnt be doing the flaying.

Enids squinted at Wednesday and nodded now playing with her hair she began her tale

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There was no help for it, Wednesday would simply have to go back on her word for the first time in her life. Those people that Enid, her darling Enid called family, would have to dissappear. After some torture of course.

Enid looked at Wednesday who was sitting stock still eyes open in the way the opened when she was imagining being particularly violent to someone. Quietly reaching out a hand she took Wednesdays hand in hers and hoping on all the wolf gods, if there even were any that is, that Wednesday would still be her friend.

Wednesday slowly looked Enid up and down and said "They were not your family, they were bastards not worthy of being in your presence for a mere moment"

And ad Enid looked up at her eyes shining with unscheduled tears Wednesday carefully cupped Enids face in her hands and leaning forward-she got as far as her nose-Thing burst into the room.

Oh he was so dead.

He was not dead but his hand lotion would disappear for a solid 2 weeks. He was spared because he was dragging a box with the dress shops name on it.

Picking up the box Wednesday presented the box to Enid.

Gasping Enids trembling hands reached for the box hesitantly, almost not sure if she could touch it. When be boxes lid was taken off and Wednesday was saying "The dress is yours now"

Wednesday was bowled over by a hug from the werewolf.

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Opening her eyes didn't help. It was always going to be the same shade of black. There wasn't any color. None, she wasn't even granted a speck of gray.

A hand was touching her. There was a hand in the black and it was touching her. There was something oily on the back of her knee. There were things in the dark that shouldn't be there.

She would be brave, she wouldn't complain. She deserved this, a failure like her deserved to not see color. A small useless runt did not deserve anything other than nothing, in fact, she deserved the rest of her years in this dark colorless blind world.

What did pink look like? What did it look like? Was it her cakes frosting? Wait, she'd never had cake. Were did that ridiculous idea come from. Maybe it was a tree, no trees were green and brown. Wait what was green?

Oh dear

She'd forgotten what the thing should wanted the most looked liked. Not like it was any more than what she deserved.

There was that oily sensation again. To her knowledge there was nothing else in her world besides memories and waste.

Memories, wonderful memories.

A proud mother, a laughing father. Rambunctious brothers. A lovely voice saying "Isn't she such a dear little pup?"

Brothers knocking her over and mother frowning. Father's eyes dimming at the disappointment his only daughter was.

Less food that day. Was that food good? Did it taste like the food now? It looked good, the meat was actually juicy. It must have been heavenly.

Now she remembered the day that she'd confirmed her uselessness.

A big round moon, and family. All looking at her expectantly. Except for mother, no surprise, she probably already knew of the burden that was....

"What's my name? "

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Enid woke up with a gasping choke. Where was she? Where was she? She needed her now.

What was that pained voice? That horrible shrill whiny voice that kept on going "Wednesday! WEDNESDAY!"

Just on and on and on repeating the name. As if that would help.

Oh, what was that? A movement on the other side of the room had caught her attention and now those arms were desperately grabbing at whatever poor person had to witness her shame.

The swift shadow was by her side in a moment holding her? Yes, this person was actually touching her. This person was hugging her and wiping away tears that she hadn't known she was shedding. They were blessedly calm, and cold. It was comforting.

The figure started to rub circkes on her side and spoke "Enid, do you want to talk about it?"

That was the problem, she didn't know what was wrong, only that something was bad, very very bad. And she couldn't remember what was bad. Now she was clutching at the figure and her voice was getting panicked and high "I don't know Wednesday, I don't remem-"

"Shush there is no need to get worked up"

So her name was apparently Wednesday, at least that's what that part of her thought. It was odd, she felt disconnected. Like she was watching herself panick without feeling it. Then Wednesday spoke "Do you want to have a cookie and fresh water?"

Who in the world offered a warm cookie with water? And the trance was broken, she was Enid this person was Wednesday and she Enid had had a bad dream, the only part that she could remember was the part were she didn't know her name and everything was dark. So in a trembling voice she said "Wednesday, could you please get me light"

"Yes my dear"

[purpleponder]

Hi purple. Sliding into your inbox once again. I just finished rewatching the entirety of kj and I think I need to sit down. Every single emotion I have ever felt back in 2017 is coming in full force like a slap to the face with a wet fish. Yes I mean ep51 specifically. I cannot. I cannot. I CANNOT. 7 YEARS LATER AND IM STILL OBSESSED WITH HOW MUCH JOKER AND HACHI CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER 😭😭 FOUND FAMILY BEFORE I EVEN KNEW WHAT WAS FOUND FAMILY 😭😭😭😭

THE TWO OF THEM MAKE ME SO ILL.... It's been years since I saw the scene again so now I'm looking through every line with fresh eyes and I and I and I 😭😭😭😭😭 I FORGOT HACHI RUSHES IN TO SAVE JOKER FIRST 😭😭😭 I FORGOT THE CALLBAVK TO EP1 I FORGOT HOW JOKER LITERALLY SPENDS HACHIS LAST MOMENTS TELLING HIM ABOUT ALL THE THINGS THEYLL DO AFTER THIS 😭😭😭😭 I FUXKING FORGOT "I COULDN'T MAKE A MIRACLE HAPPEN"................

I'm so normal about this I swear. I already went insane on my own post about this but I'm still not fucking over it. He couldn't make a miracle happen. Kaitou fucking joker. The fucking miracle maker. HE COULDN'T MAKE IT HAPPEN! HIS OWN FUCKING APPRENTICE! HIS LITTLE BROTHER! BLEEDING OUT IN HIS ARMS!!! A BULLET WENT THROUGH HIS FUCKING HEART AND HES HOLDING HIM TIGHT AND HE COULDNT DO ANYTHING TO SAVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!! THATS SO FUCKED UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did his mind just go blank? Was he actually out of trump cards? Who the fuck knows! All he fucking knows is that hachi just took a fucking bullet tot the chest and now there's blood all over his fucking hands!!! What the fuck was he supposed to do!!!!!

(Hi purple. I'm so normal about this you can tell. It's midnight and I'm evidently supposed to be asleep. Enjoy your day. It's 2024 and I'm still analysing the same damn episode I obsessed over as an 11 year old. )

Oh dude I haven’t watched the series in it’s entirety in FOREVER but you’re so fucking right about that episode. The fact that Joker had to watch someone, that was essentially his little brother, die in his arms as he could do nothing but watch because he actually fucking failed. He literally lost the will to do anything other than grieve his loss because he couldn’t do fucking more to save someone—like, I am also absolutely normal about this even if I haven’t watched it in years…

I bet he actually blanked when Spade warned them, like he was hurt and tired and Hachi just moved on fucking instinct. 12 year old me was not ready emotionally and you are so right to be so normal rn 😭. The horror on their faces when they realized what happened, when Joker slowly turned to see Hachi’s body, he probably wished he could’ve done more in that moment…

God now I gotta watch that episode again…

(Also don’t mind me that I saw this ask last night but I was just eepy :), now I can’t english properly and am only running on memories and emotions that I can recall but you are so so fucking right about that episode. Probably what introduced into angst or hurt/comfort now that I think about it…)

[lotusran1]

Virtual Reality

finally İzuku became the #1 hero.like his childhood dream like all might.

he was helping everyone showing the light to the villians everything was perfect.

his father always helped him. after rescuing shigaraki from all for one , he came back.

but there is always that he didnt expect to happen

first there was the sound of a glass breaking then ı banged my head .shock is still in my mind when ı opened my eyes.

“where am I?!”

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ı took off the medicine mask from my mouth when ı looked around, the room was dark, the green color illuminated the room a little.the air was so thin it made me cough.

İzuku realized at that moment was that his arms and all his hardwork is gone.

Alarms go off everthing flashes red. he panicked . his heart are moving with alarms. he was choking on his choughs.

he could hear so many foot steps.

I closed my eyes.someone took me in their arms.

“dont run away my bunny.”the voice was so soft and deep.

“ dont be afraid you eill be fine now, daddy is got you”a hand started drawing a circle on my back.

“dad?”

I slowly opened my eyes and saw my fathers face softened with worry.

“yes ducky.” he started caressing my head.

“why am ı here and what hapened to my arm-“ı looked at him scarred.

“hush little one… Im sorry about what hapened to you.ı couldnt stop it”he frowned.

its like the moment my mom found out ı was quirkless.

Tears were threatening to fall from my eyes.

a hand wiped my tears as they fall”dont cry bunny.its all over, dad is here to take care of you.”

he started rocking me back and forth slowly at the same time.

my stomach growled. I was so ashamed.I had ignored it until now.

“hmm.. you look hungry. would you like something to eat?”he chuckled.

When a nice smell hit my nose,I immediately looked up.

Katsudon!

he started to feed me. “did you like it?”

“taste… good”I spoke with my mouth full.

when ı looked up he looked very happy.

By the time ı finished eating I was feeling better…. and sleepy.A yawn escaped my mouth.

“ you must be tired little one.”he chuckled.”lets tuck you in bed.”

I leaned against my fathers chest as he took me to bed.I could hear his heartbeat. I soon fell asleep.

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His son looked so peaceful while he was sleeping. The sleeping pill had taken effect thankfully.

He always wanted to feel this moment.ı felt the void in my heart was starting to fill again. A void he couldnt fill since his brother and son died.

he felt peacefull while caressing his hair.

He would never let him die again.

Even though he dont want to.

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“Why do you treat me like a baby?”

“hmm, why did you think that?”He brought another piece of food closer to my mouth.

I swallow it fast “Whenever you’re around me you look at me like ım a baby”I frowned.

“because I love you more than you can think of besides ı missed you”He smiled.

My father wiped out my mouth with a napkin.

His phone started ringing.

“I will be right back.”He left before ı can say anything to him.

When he came back his face remained neutral.

“Ducky,do you want to came to your dad’s job?”

There wasnt much to do around here so I accepted.

He picked me up “ So let’s clean you up ducky.”

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He sat me on his lap and started playing with my hair.

“ I love you hair. I used to keep it a bit long too but its easier this way.” He sighed.

“ I dont usually bother taming my curls.”I said as I leaned into his hand.

“sensei” Long black hair waving as he approached.

“did you bring the others?”My dad asked.

“Yes. They are here.”

then his eyes fell on me.

“Im İzuku”I said.

I saw strange emotions pass over his face.

“I take my leave.” He left quickly.

İt was like something about me bothered him.

My dad held one side of my face.” Dont worry,Tenko usually stays at such a distance.”

I started to feel uncomfortable when other people came in.I run away quickly.

“İzuku!”

I could feel my dad looking after me with concern.

While I was looking around something caught my eye.

It was very dark.When I turned and cablesran through the graund.They say curiosity kills cat.I quickly went in.

I gasped when I saw brains and black skins.

That can’t be happening right now, right?

His dad created nomu’s.He had always ignored his da- no all for one’s suspicious behavior.He acted so foolish.

Now he would either escape or act like nothing happened.But İzuku can’t do this anymore.

he saw a table at the distance.

Unfortunately nothing was able to used with this arms.Than he saw the photo of him sleeping on the edge of the table.

I hit a tank when I tried to run away quickly.

“kacchan?!”I screamed in shock.

All of my friends in there.

“ ah, bunny. did you see something you shouldn’t have found?”devil smirked.

I opened my eyes with fear.

“what did you do to them?!”I yelled at him.

“My, my… now, hush little one.”He caught me.”I was going to let you play with them when they are ready”He started caressing my hair.

“Now ducky, you look scared “He speaks again eith hsi gentle voice.”sleep of the edge of dreams.”

As my vision faded I could feel his grin.

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its my first fic and ım sorry if its cringe😂

[saltressmistress]

Praying to god no one actually sees this and i can just vent into the void that is tumblr maybe *ahem ahem*

GOD LONELINESS SUCK 😭😭😭 im so patheric lmao all i did was eat lunch alone today cuz my one friend is sick and my other friends have a different class later so they had to go

But man i hate- i HATE being alone w/ my own thoughts and feelings <///3 i hate it smmmmm

I just- ugh idk,,,,,,

I've sorta always known that i cant talk to ppl properly, yes im introverted and its nothing bad but i WANT to socialize like properly and rlly badly but i can never say anything on my own accord

I just jump off on what the ppl around me usually say abd its fun but man i can-- i just cry dude idk what im typing

No beta we die like how i should be dead rn cuz whats even the point ;-;

Im the type thats like, i never *felt* like i had the freedom to speak when i wanted and that i was never taught to be social only told to

My mother was a very,,,,, negative person

Her first instinct is to complain and ask and/or answer questions in a very accusatory way as if you were the one doing something wrong like no??? Shut up pls???? Ur making me feel stupid for wanting to learn????

She shot down a lot of opportunities for me to be confident in myself and god do i hate that but yk cant rlly hate her, she is a good person in regards to everything else

She just doesnt have the best personality for being a mother (eldest daughter problems amirite)

But still, i point to her for my lack of social confident u-u </3

And ig general feelings of loneliness cuz even now she is VERY difficult to talk to, i have zero strength or willpower to defend myself in a conversation and she has like 2 modes: talking over you or straight up walking away while im tryna answer her

Ive given up on getting her attention, a day of her not noticing me (unless its completely necessary) is a good day

I wanna cry. I dont like how she is and idk how she can change i just wanna grow up so i can be less dependent on her but i have zero life skills and idk what to do

Havent even gotten to the worst part, that being she drives me to and from school everyday, almost a 2 hour drive each time

And she is an ABSOLUTE BITCH ON THE ROAD T^T

She has INTENSE road rage and its such a bad environment to be in that small cramped space w/ someone that just curses and screams at ppl who wont even hear her, ppl that she quickly passes by but still makes an effort to fucking complain

Its been driving my morality, my mentality, my everything down

Any ounce of positivity and affection i have in my body is being suck out and replaced by learned behaviors from a women who only knows how to react negatively

And she's the only person thats been raising me rlly- im eternally grateful that there were other ppl there also but as the 1st grandchild in that house, the other adults didnt rlly wanna interact w/ the child yk

My mom didnt even plan for me, she hid my existence for 5 months before she couldnt hide it anymore ×_×

The more grandkids that came along the house became more and more child friendly, but man it was rough for me ;-;

And now idk how to act around ppl my age, not really, idk the right things to say I OVERTHINK WAY TOO MUCH AND I JUST WANT THESE DAMN ADHD VOICES TO STAWPPPP

I cant focus,,,,,,, i cant do anything,,,,,,,, fuck shit ive been writing affirmations on sticky notes and its kinda working BUT ITS NOT ENOUGH UGH :[

I want

I want to hear it from someone else

Not from mother. Shes been at least trying to teach me how to be a proper human being but anything that comes out of her mouth feels numbing

It doesnt resonate with me at all

I had to ask someone else to tell me something that my mom said just so i can take it to heart better

Fucken reflexes man i dont like it

I had a proper discussion w/ my aunt and boy it was so productive AND I KNEW FULL WELL IF I TALKED LIKE THAT W/ MY MOTHER SHE'D BE YELLING LIKE CRAZY AS IF I WAS TRYNA PROVE HRR WRONG OR SMTH

My aunt was actually explaining her point and she was still right abt it-- yes i didnt get why she had this claim BUT SHE EXPLAINED IT AND I UNDERSTOOD!! A PRODUCTIVE DISCUSSION!!!

I also just fear that idk how to keep my dignity in conversations, im such a yes-man that i probably dont even have my own opinions anymore

I wanna talk to ppl i dont know and have genuine discussion consistently, learn about things and not feel stupid for not knowing them

I wanna be treated like a child and be told that im doing a good job and be told about simple things bcuz i dont think i understood any of that enough while i was growing up

I dont feel like an individual, im rlly just a side character in everyone else's stories and im just sad abt it

I have no energy for it anymore, no other emotions to feel other than longing and wanting and wishing to be anything other than this.

[dibbs-n-scribbs]

hiiii thankies for the tag <3 :D lol @ the song that tastes like burrito, i have some weird associations like that too.

anyway i can't really tag you in a photo on my phone, so here's the next best thing - i saw you happying about george costanza and i looked him up and i was like OH! its him! i saw this print at a con and it looked so wild to me that i took a pic to send to my friend.

if you view it full sized you'll see they put gold stars on his nips 😭 did not even realise that until today. so silly.

https://www.redbubble.com/i/photographic-print/Hot-George-Stuff-Traditional-Tattoo-Flash-Style-Print-by-Ella-Mobbs-Creep-Heart-by-ellamobbs/128010460.ZRLK5 also i found the artist because bah who shares stuff without credit?

also that slideshow presentation sounds like a lot of fun xD id love to see it when its done, but only if you wanted to share.

Hello! Thanks for the ask!! (This is gonna be a little long cause anytime george costanza is mentioned i ramble like crazy to no end xp)

The pic looks super cool, thank you so much for sharing it! (Golden nips for the win!) The fact that you even looked him up in the first place makes me super happy (like you looked up my interest? Because of me? And then showed me a cool pic cause you wanted to? For me???? I feel like happy crying thank you!). (AND THE CREDITING TOO I LOVE THAT!!! THANK YOU!!)

About the song thing, I have a lot of weird associations, Not exactly in tasting, but usually in memory or feeling! Its so weird to hear a song from my early years and be able to pinpoint certain emotions from that time - same goes for imagining little AMV’s in my head and revisiting said scenarios when you listen to the song again (this happened to me once when I forgot the name of the song “Somebody’s Baby” by Jackson Browne. I couldnt remember the beat, the lyrics, anything for days on end - all i could remember was the little AMV in my head xp)

Thanks for taking interest in the slideshow idea! The idea was originally supposed to be a joke project between friends, but now I’ve genuinely spent hours conducting research and trying to find the right way to format the presentation. Im more invested than I thought I would be, but George Costanza does that to people I guess. Over the past few months he’s held a captive grasp on me and I love it, he’s so fascinating as a character I love it (lol i should probably find some other george lovers cause he fascinates me to no end). I would love to show it to you if it ever gets completed - its not often that people indulge in my interests, so I’m super touched that you even ask, thank you sm!!

I know we dont interact a lot, but it truly means the world to me that you took the time to send me an ask and even show me some cool art, I hope you have a great day/night! Wishing you the best!

[protegetapaix]

19/9 09:16am

dear diary,i am back after long months of longevity of happiness that recently shattered. Another hurt another chapter of hurt am i right ? But this hurt,is different,my heart feels weak i am torned to the core.

As you wouldve known i fell in love with a man name Amsyar,he was my highschool lover well atleast for a good 5 months and years later our paths crossed again. I didn’t regret every second of it.

One regret

Everything was well throughout our chapter of love,we fought we loved we hurt we did everything together at the end of the day when there was no more fight in us,our love sat us there,we had to give in so much sacrifice so much,energy,hurt,everything you name it. Willingly,it worked out well.

I fell into the deepest darkest cave; more like a hole i can’t crawl out from, in my life. And the past few months or you can say the last few months of our love,i was selfish.

I regretted my selfishness.

He helped me even when i said i could not be help,he helped me in every possible way. I was dealing with miscarriage,grieving,mentally drained and i just couldnt anymore. Through the last two months all it was about was me and me and me. 70% of me 30% of him. I did not take his words into heart,infact i can’t. My mind was a messed,i was figuring everything and processing everything at once. I swear to god i couldn’t take anything in anymore and my mind was so dark and cold and i was so scared. I don’t blame him,i just wish there was a little fight in me to let him in,let me caress him lighting a fire in my heart and wake me up. i couldn’t. I was fighting with myself everyday,and i couldn’t. but now i beg him for a little fight in him,which he will no longer be giving and i redha.

Until one day i lost him. He didn’t wanted to sit down and try all over again,he didn’t had anymore fight in me. In all honesty i didn’t too,but what moved me was how much i wanted to love this man for another eternity.

When we first met god our days were full of laughters,and maybe a little fight when he called me by his ex name hahahaha. Jokes aside. Meeting every two to three days became everyday,we would always find reasons to still see each other up till now like me asking him to sneak out to eat mac breakfast with me.At first i was scared of getting to attached,but this man gave me warmth that makes me want to be attached with him all the time. He is still my warmth up till this day,but through those cold months i couldn’t give my all,i couldn’t show him anything. I regret.

Soon enough i started my intern,we still met everyday be it after hes done with work we meet outside nenek’s place or after my intern we would go get yummy food. No wonder i gained so much weight. He was there when whats left of my family fell apart,and during fhose times all i needed and had was him,i fell deeper i knew he was going to be my end game i knew things were going far. A month or two later,i was nervous. All i wanted to be one day in life was a mother and i become one. We checked at a carpark and the other time we checked before devouring our pizzas hahahaha. And both time,god we were overjoyed,nervous and everything but one thing he didnt make me feel was scared. I felt so secured.

In the end,he lost himself,he lost his ways. I still felt loved,so much love like i did since the start,and he just needed me to push him further to get to who he was or even better. But i was not there. I was burried in my own dark cold cave;hole and i didnt see any light through it. It was so dark i lost myself and i was so scared. But i still had love to give,i still wanted to be loved because this pure form of love is somethings else. But now its not something else to him. Even in the caves of darknest,i still wanted to work things out. I understand we are different,we have different fight. I wish i gave the same fragility,more love and gave a little more light in the midst of my darknest,but i couldn’t fight it off.

I can’t put into words what ive felt throughout those months,i really can’t. If i could i would,so i can live in those moments put into words,all over again. But that would just hurt. So much than how it is already hurting

Now i have to let go one of the most purest form of love i have ever received and given.

And with that,i am letting everything go from here. Till then,goodbye my diary,maybe the next chapter would be my endgame,maybe the next chapter i would be hitched and would be telling you how im already planning my wedding but that would skip the part where i fall in love all over again,are you sick of that yet huh ? maybe the next chapter would be me on a ship sailing through the seas as a marine offshore engineer.

Maybe the next chapter i wont even be here.

I wont say fi hifzillah fi amanillah

But i am letting go.

Wakafa billahi syahida ana uhibukka fillah Amirul Amsyar <3

[anita-is-not-here-for-a-while]

We are human, what do we know about the future.

Here im writing another paragraph for you that I thought i would never do.

Life is full of mystery. Hours ago, i could still feel your skin against mine, now were miles away, Im on the sky.

We shared ourtime together today, but tonight when you recieve this message, were already in different timezone.

If i look back at myself 2 month ago before i came to bali, i was a different person. Day by day passed, i did enjoy every single day in bali whether or not it exhilarates.

Yes, i forced my self to enjoy and forget how messed up i was, trying to escape from my life, brought me there floating in the middle of nescience, loosing my direction surrounded by ignorances. Looking for something i didnt even know.

My second month of my stay was different.

June, 28th.

I met him.

I would never forget our first conversation that he was asking me 3 times if i wanted to learn how to play chess. And i replied with 3 words “i love chess”

I thought from the beginning it was clear enough how weird we could be.

I know i was impressed. By his chess.

But i didnt realize at first how my heart, mind, and body were impressed more than only by his chess.

Anita, she wasnt looking for someone to fall for. She thought love was not for her. So that it is hard for her to get attracted by a guy but it seems so easy the way you did.

I know that i had never given you compliments bcs this feeling is strange for me and i wasnt sure. Imagine getting an extreme levels of comfort from someone who you shared weird experience with before when your brain couldnt even process the logic.

For sure it doesnt mean i didnt see anything good in him.

If i have to say everything that i like about him, i promise he gotta fly so high, even higher then where i am right now.

He is more than what I have ever expected how a perfect guy could be. I thought my definition of a gentle man was too high and that kind of person doesnt exist. But now i know it wasnt true.

Days spent with you.

Slowly my lifestyle fixed, my mind relaxed, and my eyes opened. I didnt have to force to enjoy every moment anymore. I enjoyed anyway.

Youve changed my monochromatic days into pink, blue, yellow, and red. Now it is as beautiful as a kids drawing with limitless imagination. You impact my life in many good ways.

Most of my best experiences in bali was when me and him were becoming us.

I love the way he does me, i couldnt ask for more. I love the way i do him. I wouldnt get sick of it.

I felt his warm touching my cold eyes and now its melting into tears. I cant define if it is sorrow or pleasure, perhaps both but i need that.

With all of my heart i am saying thank-you for taking some parts on my life, i am glad.

im proud of you.

Promise me you will always keep being yourself.

With Love

-Random crazy girl

[theonlyle]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I cant believe im getting to talk to my sister right now your one of the people ill always love most alive or dead I swear to god. Your so perfect in every single away your so sweet, you comfort people relentlessly, your so caring for anyone even if they dont deserve it, you have the BIGGEST heart ever, your so funny, your so interesting, its like hearing you talk is the most interesting scientific and could probably save man kind or something. You never deserve ANYTHING short of amazing I wish i could hug you omg. I cant wait till I get to see you and Ill keep waiting even if it takes forever you just mean that much to me man I missed you so much for those 2 months I never stopped looking for you I literally dreamed of talking to you at least 12 times because thats how much you mean to me <33 No matter what your going through or what im going through your always there for me, and I wanna be there for you too!!! ALWAYS!! Because you deserve it and if you dont see that ur just a dummy :3 I would die for you sissy and I mean that to full heart. I love you so much reading that made me cry I swear to god thats the effect you have on me <33 Your the best little sissy ever and I couldnt ask for anything more :( If I could give you every galaxy I would dear <3. YOUR MY BEST SISSY EVER.

a letter to someone specialll

shout out to my brother for being the realest ever I love you AND IM NOT KIDDING once I get money we're buying our own house and I'm running away with you. like on god. shout out for being the best big brother ever, shout out for looking out for me, shout out for still existing after all this time, I'd be completely lost without you I love you I love you I love you pls one paragraph isn't enough I need at least ten books and a movie thank you for being the person I cried comfortably on call with that one time when I was at school, thank you for being you im so in love with you there isnt ANYTHING i wouldnt do for you. going two months without talking to you was the worst shit ever I love you sm ty for being there during my rough breakup, ty for letting me bawl my eyes out, ty for being there I just. I love you man I UGH I must of the world know, you want the sun? here take it take my life my love my heart you're literally. the bestest ever I'm crying pld I'm eating fries rn and my fingers are greasy

@absolutemeatrider