#no nooooo no it isn’t possible

[skautism]

torment is liking selfcest but not wanting to follow proships

[angelicdanvers]

BREATHE DEEPER | four.

a charlie bushnell x fem!reader social media fic.

y/n

liked by iamcharliebushnell, levizmiller, dior.n.goodjohn, and others

y/n — australia’s my new fav country

tagged | levizmiller

levizmiller i’m challenging you to another round of pool tonight ↳ y/n bet

iamcharliebushnell when’d you go to australia? 😭 ↳ y/n when u didn’t show up for acai bowls >:( ↳ iamcharliebushnell im sowwy ↳ y/n DONT YOU DARE ↳ iamcharliebushnell okok sorry but thought you'd be in london ↳ y/n soon, yeah :')

levizmiller y/n im gonna poke you ↳ y/n okayy hi ↳ levizmiller let’s get boba ↳ y/n YES

dior.n.goodjohn I MISS U COME BACK TO ME ↳ y/n once my australian chronicles are over i promise i will <3 ↳ dior.n.goodjohn WOOOO

walker.scobell youre pretty! ↳ y/n thanks lil dude!

i.am.andrewalvarez AUSSIEEE ↳ y/n THE SWEET ESCAPE FR

aryansimhadri DID YOU SEE KANGAROOS ↳ y/n NO NOT YET THOUGH I HOPE I DO

dailymail Y/n and Levi? ;)

user omg bf reveal happening??

user2 ive never held my breath this much

“GALILEO’S GALS” — 5 notifications!

chanel’s enemy Y/N

lee lee Y/N

dr dre why am i in this gc

chanel’s enemy because u are

lee lee we’re getting off topic Y/NNN CMERE

↳ hiiiii?

chanel’s enemy HIIII HRU ILY

↳ ILY TOO BAE IM GOOD WBU

chanel’s enemy WE GOOD WE HAVE SOME ?’s THO

↳ oh?

lee lee ARE YOU AND LEVI DATING

dr dre OHH THIS MAKES SENSE YEAH ARE YOU??

↳ nooooo

chanel’s enemy that’s a very interesting no

↳ we’re not but idk

chanel’s enemy what

lee lee girl wdym

↳ we’re not dating but i think he likes me? idk

dr dre do you like him back though???

↳ eh he’s very sweet but i’ve always seen him as a best friend, i don’t think we could be more

lee lee do you want to be more??

↳ i mean, i’d give him a chance if he asked? but it’s not anything i’m particularly into or wanting

chanel’s enemy okay that helps

↳ uhhh why

dr dre well if my sleepy ass remembers correctly, everyone and their mother are wondering if you’re dating

↳ nah that aint possible

lee lee it is, stupid dailymail picked up on it first 💀

↳ my manager’s asleep, no wonder she hasn’t updated me lol oh well idgaf they can think what they want

chanel’s enemy but even walker and charlie are 😭

↳ they’re gonna forget it in t-minus four secs it’s fine

dr dre whatever you say, ma’am but are you sure that ‘cryptic’ caption won’t cause any issues??

↳ uhh andrew you’re scaring me

dr dre what if someone likes you? like like-likes you and knows you and gets hella jealous or doubtful? and not saying charlie does but he was raving about how he might finally get to hang out with you, ONE ON ONE. what if he thinks he can't because he thinks you two are dating?

↳ bro first off ik you don’t like me, neither does aryan and i know its DEFINITELY not walker

lee lee girl he had a celeb crush on you a few years ago dont tell him i told u that

chanel’s enemy LMFAOOOO but no andrew has a point how come you didn’t mention charlie? 🤨

dr dre yeah i was just aboutta say 🤨 especially after my little analysis?

↳ SECONDLY, guys, charlie doesn’t. not one bit and that’s obvious, like he isn’t even in considerations. i understand what he may feel but he has nothing to worry about. he knows i won't ditch him or anything lol (right?) but if anything the only person that’d be a little confused or whatnot is william

chanel’s enemy WHAT?? AS IN WILLIAM FRANKLYN MILLER??

lee lee huh 😃

↳ we dated for a month back when we were 15 or so and realized we were way better off as friends

lee lee why ?

↳ idk i think i was just jealous of lily 😭 but anyways we’ve been just friends since and i’m completely happy with that. i don't see him romantically anymore, yeah he’s hot but like nah. but yeah if he was confused, it's probably because i was best friends with levi when we dated too and might question if he was the cause of our split?? AGAIN THATS IF HE OVERTHINKS IT

dr dre i feel like i’m reading an autobiographical analysis you definitely are fond towards “millers”

↳ ur welcome <333 and NO i am not

chanel’s enemy okok so we got several people who’d be jealous

↳ WHAT WDYM SEVERAL I ONLY LISTED ONE

lee lee ain’t no way you’re ignoring charlie

↳ DUDES I REALLY DONT THINK HE LIKES ME

dr dre but there could be a possibility? just don’t rule him out

↳ bro he doesn't like me 😭 but yeah trust me everything’s gonna be okay again i dont like anyone and no one likes me, and we'll make sure it's obvious i'm single in case anyone does though that may take a while... ANYWAYS

lee lee suuuuure you should hang out with charlie btw

↳ idk why but im scared to 😭

lee lee but you need to he misses you a lot yk

↳ doesn’t change the fact that im SCARED

lee lee WHY WOULD YOU BE SCARED ITS JUST CHARLIE

↳ IDK I JUST DONT WANNA SEEM STUPID OR UNATTRACTIVE AND SHIT

lee lee HE FLIRTS WITH YOU ALL THE TIME AND MESSES UP JUST AS MUCH, YOURE NOT THE EMBARRASSING ONE HERE

↳ DUDE I KNOW I CAN BE AND I DONT WANNA DRIVE HIM AWAY

dr dre sure you and levi hang out and are sweet and shit but BRO the teeth rotting sugar is you and charlie in your damn COMMENTS

↳ ITS NOT THAT BAD, IS IT?? 😭 GOD I HOPE CHARLIE DOESNT THINK OF ME ANY DIFFERENTLY

chanel’s enemy i think u like charlie, miss girl

↳ NO

dr dre nah, they’d be cute together, even charlie said so himself

chanel’s enemy you dumbass

dr dre uhhh ANYWAYS said too much im gonna sleep again love youse

lee lee BRO yeah night babes <3

chanel’s enemy LOVE U BAE GN

↳ what the duck STUPID AUTOCORRECT WHAT THE FUCK AINT NO WAY YALL JUST DIPPED fine ily guys too </3 BUT DONT THINK IM LETTING THAT GO EASILY ugh what do you guys mean 😭 aint no way thats true OKOK YK WHAT BYE!! FOR REAL THIS TIME

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thank you so much for all your love and support, it really means the world to me. y/n's beginning to find out certain things, wonder where things will go from here 🤔

as always, i will continue updating the taglist :)

i love you and am so proud of you, stay safe and drink water <3

[ellieshyperfixations]

Silly little X-Men hcs!!

This is with X-men 97 in mind!

Logan snores LOUD, like a dad snore. He also sneezes like a dad.

Scott absolutely hates being late to things and will show up 15-30 minutes early regularly (The others have started telling him it’s 15 min later than it actually is bcuz of this)

Jean and Ororo have weekly “sleepovers” where they just kick out Scott to go be with the others so they can spend time together (They’re so sisters)

Jubilee is actually decent at cooking she’s just too lazy to make anything that takes more than an hour.

Kurt will hang upside down from things from his tail for unhealthy periods of time. All that blood stays in his head atp.

Rogue is the second best cook in the house (second to gambit ofc) She’s a southern lady!! Ofc she can cook good (This isn’t just bcuz I’m a southern person myself nooooo)

Gambit is the breakfast guy, he regularly makes breakfast for everyone most days. Ororo takes over on the other days so he isn’t having to do it constantly.

Morph absolutely does what Camilo did in Encanto and shapeshifts into other ppl to get seconds of food.

Beast hears so much of the drama and tea because no one thinks he’s listening or cares. Jubilee is aware of this and has begged him to tell her some specific info. (He always says no.)

Morph is weirdly good at math.

Morph, Rogue, Gambit, Scott and Logan are all bisexual, or at the very least like both men and women (So, could be pansexual, omnisexual, etc)

Rogue, Gambit and Ororo have no fear of storms, hurricanes, and tornadoes. One once knocked out the power and they were just acting like nothing was even happening.

Logan listens to so much divorced dad rock and Beast hates it.

Jubilee would 100% be a Chappell Roan fan

Kurt would love Mitski so much, and it would be his top listened to artist absolutely.

Everyone loves Dolly Parton. She’s an icon.

Ororo has one of the dirtiest side eyes possible, she never uses it, but occasionally she’ll hear a guy be a dick to his gf or something and she’s just like 😠👀

Kurt has really good puppy dog eyes, no I will not elaborate.

Jubilee has burn scars on her hands from when she first got her mutation and didn’t know how to handle it.

Jean is banned from cooking. Just. Period.

Logan has absolutely destroyed a couple appliances due to annoyance with them before.

Erik actually likes mystery novels a lot, and read a lot of them, the old man. (As if my dad isn’t literally older)

Logan is a really good artist, like sketching and painting; C’mon! He’s been around for 200+yrs, he’s learned a thing or two.

[sukisheadlights]

hey there!!! could you make headcanons for all the Voltron guys for when they realize that (she/her) reader is like actually someone they could date/ end up with? like they get turned on by something she did or something like that? you don't have to but thanks for reading anyway </3

Voltron Paladins realizing Reader is someone they could end up with!

req: yes words: 873 pairing: voltron x reader content: fluff a/n: I was actually planning on writing something similar so thanks for the ask anon! <3

Keith

Keith isn’t interested in love (until he realizes he can date you) BUT FOR THE MOMENT HE’S NOT!

Both of you are still determining when you got close as well. You protected him once in battle, and since then, you’ve just stuck together.

And he of course protects you when he can because he's grateful you saved his life.

So you guys became friends,,, that was news to Lance btw.

Slowly you let each other into your lives, and now you train together often.

You were never ‘better’ than him at fighting (you actually just made yourself lose sometimes) and Keith sometimes ‘lost’ to make you just a little happy (little did he know hehe)

But today? Oh, you weren’t playing that’s for sure. He was super confused at first, then he was impressed, and then he was turned on. Which is fair because you looked straight out of a magazine, the ‘hot’ sweaty and perfectly messy hair.

When did you get so hot?

And boom. He felt he was on earth again because realization hit him like a TRAIN.

You were his age, and you were hot, and you could totally be a thing. And wtf is wrong with Keith? He's never thought of you like this.

Yeah, so that’s that.

And then he gets all awkward around you, and you guys haven't had a training session together since then. He always conveniently has something to do when you try to ask him.

Goddamnit.

Lance

You’ve been friends with him since the good old garrison days.

You grew to like the dork’s presence

You’ve always known he’s flirty, that’s just Lance.

Getting you flowers (sometimes), flirting with you in the hallways, and even when you’re fighting with the galra.

You always rolled your eyes, scoffed at him, or brushed him off but today?

Violence

You were so ready to mess with him too

You woke up with mischief on your mind

And mischief you created

BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE

OK SO

Lance was flirting with you while fighting the galra

And he expected you to react normally but nooooo

You flirted back

AND THEN YOU WINK AT HIM

SHOOT A GALRA SOLDIER

AND LEAVE !???!!?!!!?!?!?!!?!?

Lance MALFUNCTIONS

Like lance.exe has STOPPED working

DECEASED

Keith’s snickering in the background! (And Shiro too but he won’t admit that, for Lance’s sake)

“Shut it.” is all Lance says for like 10 minutes

You’re hot, He’s hot, and you guys could end up together

You’re a woman now

And you could have him ENTIRELY at his knees.

Hunk

Hunk misses earth

So much

He stops talking as much and wanders around the castle

He didn't think anyone noticed

But you did

And you felt SO bad for him

So when you stop at the mall to get teleduv lenses you seek away

And get the closest possible ingredients to make his favorite treat

Ice cream sandwiches (real)

You’re testing weird white heavy cream adjacent substances and so much more all for him

You might get sick

Oh well

You sneak back and he gives you a weird “Where were you?” look,

But you just ignore

And then you slave away in the kitchen and finally end up with something that’s ice cream sandwich adjacent 

“What’re you making?”

“Ice cream sandwiches”

“Oh for the team? You should have let me help”

“No”

Confused hunk

“It’s just for us” and you hold up an ice cream sandwich for him

His face LIGHTS up and he gladly accepts it

Then you guys sit on the floor and just talk about life and how both of you feel

All night.

It's freaking adorable

He realises how much he adores you, and how he absolutely loves you and all of your little quirks

It doesn’t even matter when the ice cream starts melting, he’d much rather focus on you and talk. Only occasionally taking bites when you do

Pidge

Pidge always knew you were datable

And an amazing person

But she started falling for you when the paladins were trying to tell her to not go find Matt

You stepped in a stood up for her, gaining Shiro’s support.

And then when she was ready to leave she saw you putting your stuff into your lion

“You don’t think I’ll leave you alone, do you?”

She knows it’s because someone will need to be there for her in case Matt is gone

But she doesn’t complain

It’s a silent brewing of love and appreciation

And she’s so grateful to have you in her life

Shiro

When Keith was confused and stuck without Shiro, you stepped up and found him

He was surprised at first

But you took care of him and helped him out as he got better

You were there for him to lean on. Always.

Literally and figuratively 

His appreciation turned into adoration and then his adoration turned into pure, genuine love

Once he was fully healthy again

He’d try to pay it back to you

By protecting you when you went against any threats

ESPECIALLY when you were out of your lion

And then it just becomes a thing where you protect each other

It’s adorable

He loves you and he protects you

And vice versa

Adorable, I say.

[jrow]

May Prompts (24)

Day 23 is here. Start at the beginning here. Day 25 here.

Imperfect

The brain is an imperfect organ.

It’s not a machine that can access detailed memories at will or calculate the most probable answer at the drop of a hat. It is fallible.

They are fallible.

Right now he wants to shake John until the memories pop out in full. Because John remembers he was pushed, remembers he saw the thief’s face, but can’t remember what the perpetrator looked like.

And, he is so angry at his own stupid brain for missing the obvious. He had been so sure that the thief had jumped down those stairs that he hadn’t considered any other possibilities. He made an assumption and it was wrong. And as a result, John was left alone with a criminal that had seemingly nothing to lose.

But the anger at himself pales in comparison to the rage he feels for the thief they were chasing. The man who tried to kill John. Twice. Rage is an understatement.

He will hunt that man to the ends of the earth. He will set the world on fire if he needs to.

He wants to find and destroy the thief NOW. Rosie is the only thing stopping him. John ducked away from the table to make a few calls now that his memory has (partially) returned, leaving Sherlock to watch Rosie.

Rosie’s who’s smiling broadly, face covered in ganache. He isn’t sure any of it actually got in her mouth.

“Here, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, dipping a napkin in his cup of water. Somehow the simple act seems to calm him a little and he can practically feel the adrenaline dissipate. He’s still angry but no longer blinded by rage.

He leans forward and reaches for Rosie’s face.

“Nooooo,” she squeals, pulling away. “I like it!!!!”

He tosses the napkin on the table and sighs. He cannot be bothered with this right now.

Luckily, it appears that John is done his calls.

“How’d it go?” he asks impatiently as John takes his seat.

“Good. Talked to your brother. Lestrade was at the yard so I pretended I was calling to invite him over tomorrow. Since you figured out a copper might be involved, I figured I better be tight lipped while he’s around others on the force, you know? I think he knew it was a ruse, which is fine.”

“Mycroft will bring him up to speed quickly.”

“And do thorough background checks on everyone at New Scotland Yard, no doubt,” John adds. His face is neutral but there’s a hint of admiration in his voice. John looks at Rosie and sighs, picking up the wet napkin and cleaning her face, ignoring her protests. “I can’t believe the damn cop managed to hide his face from four jewelry store security cameras. If he had just looked at the camera once, we’d have something to go on.” He tosses the napkin on the table. “Or if I could just remember his stupid face.”

“It will come, John,” Sherlock says, quietly, working very hard to sound genuine. He’s feeling a touch impatient but the last thing John needs is to feel guilty.

“I called Mrs. Hudson and Molly,” John says with a sigh, obviously looking to change the subject. We can drop Rosie at Baker Street and then head … well, wherever you think we should go. Molly will come by to help Mrs. Hudson after her shift.” John smiles. “She seemed genuinely thrilled she’ll get to see Rosie awake this time.” He runs a hand over his face. “God, I am so damn lucky.”

“Interesting sentiment given the events of the last week.”

John shrugs. “I survived, didn’t I?”

“You’ll need a nap soon.”

“Thanks for bringing that up, not emasculating at all.” John sighs again but it sounds almost fond. “I know you’re right but I want to try to work on the case for a couple hours. I … need to.”

God, Sherlock needs that too. Just him and John against the world, if only for a moment.

John stands up and starts stacking their empty plate, gazing out the window. “I have to do something since I can’t remember the damn guy’s face.”

And then, out of nowhere, John is coughing violently.

His heart enters his throat. “John! What’s wrong?”

John stands and turns around so he’s facing the back of the cafe, still coughing. “I recognized him. The thief. On the roof. I recognized him. We’ve worked with him before,” he says quietly between (now clearly fake) coughs. “And he’s watching us from across the street right now.”

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[sootical]

Permanence

->Wilbur Soot x Reader (hinted but never explicitly stated) ->No use of Y/n ->I tried to be as gender neutral as possible.

*Hurt, minimal comfort, hopeful ending TW: Su*cidal ideation, Self destructive thoughts and actions, SH mentions/references, depression, lots and lots of depression. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Summary: You are stuck in a multi-month long depressive episode, and it's gotten so much worse. You're on your last leg, and you need someone to help you. Good thing best friend(?) Wilbur and his band are there to help :] Word Count - 2.4k

Wilbur Soot. Twitch streamer turned famous musician, heartthrob—you get it. He’s everything anyone could want in a partner. Trust me, I would know. He’s been my best friend since form. And since then, he’s only ever been kind and considerate and just overall an amazing person. What a guy right? With his stupid brown hair that covers one of his eyes when it’s outgrown. Stupid brown eyes that have just the right amount of dark and light brown in them. It’s stupid of me really, to ever hope for a future with him that involves us being more than friends. I can only hope though, right? He’s up there, in the states, singing his heart out on a stage. While I’m stuck, on the other side of paradise–more like purgatory–lamenting on how many people adore him. I’m feeling sorry for myself, rotting away in bed at 2 in the morning. It’s not like I have to work in three hours–whaaaat nooooo… A knot develops in my stomach at the mere thought of leaving my bed. Maybe losing my job isn’t so bad. Wilbur has told me time and time again he’d pay me to edit for him. But I could never make him do that. Never would I take advantage of him like that. I’d feel like more of a burden than I already do. The thought of him having to support me financially makes me want to vomit. It makes my skin crawl, so it’s okay if I waste away. If I end up rotting away in my bed. It’s fine. At least then I wouldn’t be able to consume too much of Wilbur’s time. Taking up too much of his time has always been my biggest fear. To me, it came true a long time ago and I’m finally reaping what I sowed. It sucks really, how I thought I'd have a shot. Just for it all to blow up in my face. Now he’s somewhere in America–having the time of his life. Good for him. Bad for me.

Reaching over, I grab my phone. My coworkers probably hate me. I keep asking them to cover my shifts so I can rot in bed for another day. It’s been like this since–September? It started off just once every few weeks. Now, it being almost December, I’ve not gone to work in over two weeks. What’s the point anymore anyways? I can’t do this. I can’t do anything. Deep down, when I started doing things for myself–I knew I wouldn’t be able to do this. That was two years ago. I guess I’m finally breaking.

Pulling the duvet over my head, I try not to think about how my breath smells, and the uncomfortable way the oil sticks to my face. I shove my head into the pillow. Trying to block out the sounds of people existing below my apartment. It’s so much easier to rot away when people don’t rely on you. When you have no reason for existence. I don’t want to die. But at the same time I don’t want to live. I’m too much of a coward to do anything about it, so I lay and wait. I wait for some omnipotent being to strike me down and judge me for how I’ve managed to mess up any and all relationships I’ve ever had with anyone. Me and Nikki haven’t spoken in almost a year. Me and Wilbur haven’t even seen each other in months My family doesn’t talk to me.

I wish I could say “The world is fucked and everyone hates me.” But that’s not the truth. The truth is I am my own undoing. I have destroyed everything I’ve worked for. Any relationships–platonic and romantic–have fallen through because of my own emotions and insecurities getting in the way. It’s not fair for anyone. Well, anyone except for me. I brought this upon myself. My phone is the only thing lighting up my face. I looked at the time. Suddenly it’s six in the morning, and I’m late for work. The thought makes me want to cry, but I can’t. I can’t tell if it’s apathy—or dehydration. 

I call my boss. She answers. “Where are you?! I haven’t seen you in weeks! I’m worried about you hun, do you need me to call someone?” She opens, sounding both relieved and shocked I even called. I clear my throat the best I can, swallowing saliva feels like eating sandpaper. “I uh..I was calling to let you know I won’t be coming back. I’m quitting. And I’m sorry for not putting in my two weeks. It’s not–” Something foreign is bubbling up in my throat, I force myself to swallow it down. “-It’s not fair to you. And I’m sorry.” I whisper, hanging up shortly after.

I feel terrible for worrying her. I feel terrible for upsetting her. I feel terrible. I am terrible. I’m a parasite. I always have been. Mooching off of others in order to help myself get by. My thoughts fall back to Wilbur. I’ve been mooching off of him for however long we’ve been friends. I want him to be happy. I don’t want him to feel like he needs to be my friend to keep me alive. But at the same time–I can’t do this anymore. I can’t look myself in the mirror and tell myself it’s me. I can’t. I’m not the person I thought I’d become. I’m not the person I thought I was. I’m useless. My phone rings again. I go to decline it, I can’t. 

Wilbur’s face greets me. His contact photo, the two of us at the amusement park I helped them film for Tommy’s vlog channel. We’re smiling. His arm over my shoulder, and my head on his arm. I remember that day. Wilbur held me for a bit while Tommy and Phil were off filming a different part of the vlog with Russ. I was overwhelmed and so was he, so we took the time to chill by the snack stands. He got tommy cotton candy, and we split popcorn even though he couldn’t really taste it. We spent a good time just taking funny pictures with each other. I remember that day, it was a great one.

Tears breach my eyes before I can stop them. A sob ripping through me, I force my face into the pillow to muffle it. The ringing stops. My tears don’t, and that makes me feel so much worse. My chest convulses as my sobs reverberate through the room. I’m a mess. I’m laying in my bed, rotting. Wasting away and feeling sorry for myself. Everything is terrifying, every breath I take reminds me of how I’m alive. Reminds me of how I can’t escape the feeling of impending doom that washes over me. I’m going to die here. I’m going to die. I was never permanent. 

I knew I couldn’t do this. I’ve been lying to myself, little lies, white lies. To convince myself everything was okay. That it was fine for me to fall in love, it was fine for me to believe I wasn’t just taking up space. That I wasn’t slowly getting tired. 

Contemplating whether or not cut myself some slack–but ending up just cutting myself loose. I lift the duvet from my head, staring at the ceiling. My eyes flick to the ground, clothes and food everywhere. Some of it’s moldy. It makes me feel worse about myself. Turning my head, I look to my PC. I should sell it. Someone else would be much happier with it. I haven’t used it in a while anyways. I can’t take care of any of the stuff I have can I? 

My phone rings again, this time I do answer. 

“Oh my god–” I hear multiple people take a sharp breath in. I can’t stop myself from making a small noise of confusion. “Hey..Your boss–called us.” I recognize the voice to be Joe. I lift the phone, checking the caller ID. It was Wilbur again. “Wil—?” It hurts so bad to talk, I haven’t used my voice this much since the end of October. I hear a choked noise and whispers. “We’re gonna—come over there okay? The tour ended last night, no gigs for a while. Wil’s been missing you y’know.” I can’t tell who said that, “I–no. Sorry.” I don’t know why I said that. I don’t know why I hung up either.

Maybe deep down I did want them to help, I do want their help. But logically–It’s for the best.

I swing my legs over the side of my bed, cringing at how my clothes hang off of me. My back hurts something awful. I’m so tired. 

Yet I stand on two feet and walk to my bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, I don’t recognize them. My hair–too long and too oily for it to be mine. My skin is pale and the bags under my eyes are so dark they could rival a racoon. 

It’s then that my legs decide to give out. I can feel my knees split as I hit the tile. I’m so tired. I look down at the sweater I’m wearing. It’s one of Wil’s. I can’t remember when I put it on. I can’t remember a lot of things recently. Like when this got so bad. Or when my arms started to sting. My eyes are heavy, I can barely keep them open. Maybe a nap wouldn’t be so bad.

When I wake up it’s to voices around me. I’m laying on something warm–It’s moving. I can’t find it in myself to open my eyes. My breathing picks up, and I hear an intake of air accompanied by a hand on my forehead. My eyes are shooting open in fear before I’m trembling. He’s above me, looking down at me like I could break.

I look around, there's two other people. I can barely make them out. Joe and Ash. It’s hard to think. It’s so hard to think. 

“There you are..” Wilbur whispers, his pointer finger gently stroking my cheekbone. “What happened to you love?” I can’t tell if it’s his tone, or the fact he looks so broken. But I can’t stop my eyes from watering and my body from turning into him, hiding myself away. Embarrassment filled me, they’d seen it all. The moldy food, the dirty clothes. They probably saw the abundance of mail I'd gotten as well. People are walking out the room. Not Wilbur, he stays. He stays and makes me look at him. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, I’m gonna help you shower, and they’re going to clean and get you food. Okay?” My eyes widened. I shake my head so quickly it hurts. His face falls, he looks down at what I’m wearing. His face falls even more. “Love…” He whispers. “I don’t–I can’t. Don’t make me.” I whisper. Wilbur wipes away my tears and shakes his head. “No. You’re going to get clean, eat, and then you will sleep for however long you need to.” He lifts me like I’m nothing.

He sets me on the toilet, turning to the tub and turning on the faucet. He waits for it to get warm before he’s plugging the drain and helping me get undressed. He brushes the hair from my face, he frowns at the sight of the back of my head. He looks down at my arms before I can see him clenching his jaw. “We’ll work on the matts too.” He picks me up again, placing me in the tub and going to shut the door. He grabs a towel from the cabinet, as well as a washcloth. He swipes the comb from the counter.

“I’m sorry.” I can’t help but whisper. He sighs. “I know. But it’s alright. We were worried about you.” Was all he said before he’s dousing my hair in water. He keeps a hand on my forehead, stopping the water from getting into my eyes. And with that, he applies conditioner and starts to de-matt my hair. An hour and countless tub refills later, my hair is de-matted and I’m clean. Feeling slightly better too. Wilbur gave me the crewneck he was wearing for comfort, before planting a kiss on my forehead and leaving the room to grab other clothes. The sounds from the outside are a lot less foggy now. I can hear the boys outside bickering and talking. “Are they okay Wil?” “What happened?” “From your face, I can tell it wasn’t good.”

I can’t help but stand weakly, the towel wrapped around me. I look in the mirror. I look a little more like myself. I touch my face, I look pale. I am pale. My hair is a bit longer now. I don’t smell bad anymore. I do feel better, but I can’t help but think I’m making Wilbur do this.

Wilbur reappears, he looks at me and smiles. He hands me the clothing he picked out before leaving the room once again, though he stands just outside the door.

I dress quickly. Slipping on Wilbur’s crewneck once I have my shirt on. I walk out, giving Wilbur a small smile. “You uh–You didn’t have to do this.” He takes my hand and leads me through my now clean apartment. “I did. Because if I didn’t–If we didn’t, you’d be dead right now, or you’d have killed yourself soon.” He says, sitting me down at the table that’s been cleared off. “Now, be honest. When is the last time you remember eating something?” He asks. 

My face drops. That’s the thing–I can’t. “Uh–Tuesday?” I say, like I even know what day it is, his face falls. “It’s Friday.” He deadpans before going into the kitchen, he comes back with Ash, Mark, and Joe. They each have both in their hands. Wilbur has two.

“It’s just soup. Easy on the stomach.” Joe pipes up before sitting on my right, Wilbur sits on my left, and Ash and Mark sit across from me. “We don’t need to talk about things right now, no one is going to make you. But you need to talk to someone soon. Maybe not us, but someone.” Wilbur said, putting his hand on my knee. “Yeah. I think I can do that.” They smile, I eat my soup, and for the first time since September–I feel permanent. 

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Reader’s Cooking is Worse Than Lilia’s?! -Heartslabyul & Grim

Somehow, your cooking is worse than Lilia’s. Was it always like this, or did travelling to TWST change it?

Characters: Grim, Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Trey Clover & Cater Diamond

Content: platonic, crack, gender neutral reader

Find the Rest of the Series: Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia

Author’s Note; As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Grim

There is another reason why Grim insists on having canned tuna, he doesn’t want to meet an early death via Y/N’s cooking.

He is not above intentionally keeping you out of the kitchen.

What’s this? The stove isn’t working? All of the knives are missing? Looks like you and Grim will have to eat elsewhere! He heard Mostro Lounge had this delicious tuna dish tonight! Totally doesn’t consider making a contract in exchange for you staying out of the kitchen, nooooo

If that doesn’t work, he tries to burn the kitchen to the ground and then tries to hide hang out with Ace and Deuce for the night but he still has nightmares of your cooking. No one in Heartslabyul asks why the three of them are crying, quite frankly they don’t want to know for their own sake.

Riddle Rosehearts

He catches on pretty quickly to avoid your cooking due to Ace and Deuce’s grovelling and Grim crashing at Heartslabyul for the night. He is shocked when you show up there later that night, soot covering you, demanding to know where Grim is.

Grim… burned down your kitchen?! Instantly all three of the moronic trio had his magic-cancelling collars on and had to go back and help you clean up the mess! 

A few days later you hand him a pretty box with a note; Take these as a thank you! -Y/N. He opens the box and he now understands why they were grovelling. Perhaps he was too harsh…

He discreetly gets rid of whatever it is that you cooked for him or his fellow dorm mates, he doesn’t want anyone getting food poisoning or dying on his hands due to the Ramshackle Prefect’s treats.

Ace Trappola

He somehow disappears whenever you mention food. One minute he’s there, the next there’s a flash of red hair running as fast as possible away from Ramshackle. Yeah, he abandons Deuce without any hesitation. Blah, blah, blah, he’s a terrible friend! He values his life more.

Teams up with Grim to keep any kind of kitchen and cooking utensil out of your grasp. This is a self-preservation tactic, don’t get it twisted. He wants to live another day.

He will tell you that he would rather be squeezed by Floyd and be in a collar by Riddle than eat your cooking. He would even rather deal with an overblot! Okay, maybe not overblot level but still! It’s probably similar agony!!!!

Tries to make a deal with Azul to improve your cooking, which may or may not work.

Deuce Spade

He starts sweating bullets when he hears that you’re in the kitchen. He turns to look at Ace but that traitor is gone?! He looks for Grim, and that traitor is gone too?! He really considers what kinds of friends he keeps as company.

He now eats before going over to Ramshackle so that he can politely avoid your cooking. He doesn’t have the heart though to not bring home the leftovers.

Trey finds him starring at a wall one night in Heartslabyul and a box of something sitting on the other side of the room with a dark aura. Trey has to physically get him out of the room before Deuce comes to his senses.

Also tries making a deal with Azul, but unlike Ace, he tries to stop Grim from burning down the kitchen.

Trey Clover

He looks at the box with the dark aura that Deuce was cowering from earlier. Is this some kind of cursed object? …it’s Y/N’s cooking?! How in the Seven’s name can your cooking be worse than Lilia’s?! LILIA’S?!

Now, he would never say that out loud or to your face. His face did take on a green hue and he started sweating just by looking at it though. He thought Lilia’s cooking was horrendous, but somehow you made it look somewhat appetizing!

How are you not dead?! Have you always cooked like this? Are you okay?! 

He will offer to teach you how to cook if you mention that you want to improve, for the sake of everyone who has to eat what you make. Hopefully, no one dies in the process… Why is the kitchen on fire?! GRIM?! 

Cater Diamond

Oh, hey Prefect! What do you have there? Ooo, some treats for the unbirthday party! He wants to take some photos before they’re ruined! When you uncover them though he stops smiling and instead looks like he’s seen a ghost.

He starts rambling that he forgot to paint the roses and runs off like he was being hunted down by an angry Riddle. How did you make something like that?! He vents to Trey about it, but all Trey does is look down in shame.

Seems like he’s the last one to find out how the Prefect is a cursed cook. He does admit that it is kinda cute but terrifying at the same time, that they try so hard to make something they think their friends would like yet come out with that.

Whenever they mention their cooking, he says he’s on a diet. Sure thing, Cater.

[instarsandcrime]

Overworked and Under-managed

I've noticed that stress seems to be catching, so I thought I'd go for some silly, goofy fluff with a bit of feelings at the end! Also soft Caretaker!A/la/stor because I need more practice with him and that kind of angle. And Sick!Lu/ci/fer in denial because I miss writing him. This is a little further in the series in a universe where they do start to trust each other more despite their rivalry, so it does border a bit on Ra//dio//Apple. But as always, it can also be seen as platonic!

This is also part of Sick//tember//2024's prompt The Sniffles™️, but I've decided to not submit the prompts. However, I'm still technically participating in the challenge, and will try to finish everything by September!

Enjoy! 🩷

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"Hm. Well. That’s not ideal."

Alastor stood there at the center of the hotel library, blanching at the sight before him. He reviewed yesterday’s events in his mind over and over like a checklist, wondering what went wrong. He was sure he'd left Lucifer with only a few meaningless contracts– not that he would let a simple sinner, much less The Radio Demon, touch the important ones. So he'd sent himself to bed and back again with the usual hourly morning routine. Cleanliness is next to godliness, ironic as the saying may be.

So if Lucifer was the closest thing to divine power, then what the fuck was he looking at? 

The fallen seraphim was practically passed out. And judging by the grooves in his seat he had apparently never left it, asleep or otherwise. His hat had tumbled to the floor by his cane, revealing a bird’s nest of hair. Despite his current state his eyes sported rather ugly eye bags, colored bruises striking against grayish, clammy skin. The center of his flat, snake-like nose was raw from rubbing– and horribly clogged by the rumbling snores that filled the room. His clothes were rumpled in all directions, vest buttons completely mismatched in what seemed like a rush to look even slightly presentable. All this chaos amongst piles of paperwork that seemingly appeared overnight. “Your Highness?” He called.

No response. Alastor risked stepping closer. “Your Highness.”

The idiot only responded with a louder snore. A crimson eye twitched. With all the pomp and circumstance of a man who could care less, he took his cane and swiftly whacked the side of the desk. “Lucifer!”

And in a white and red blur the fallen king snapped upright, sending little bits and bobs of stationary in all different directions. “I’m awake!”

“So you are.” Alastor said slowly, narrowing his eyes.

“Aw c’mon Al, don’t be so uptight!” Lucifer bent backwards to crack his spine back into place. “Seventy-two hours isn’t much for an immortal guy like me– oh, thank you.”

The sinner raised an eyebrow, completely unimpressed as his apparent superior snatched the folder from under the other’s arm like mindless clockwork, pausing to search for a possible sliver of space left to put it on.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I-hhh-I’m-hihh!” His breath caved to small hiccups, and quickly snatched a folded handkerchief from his pocket as he pitched forward into it. "Ikshhh’hieww!!" 

“Clearly in need of a break.” Alastor finished.

“Pfft! Me? Take a break? Nooooo no no nononono! Don't be sihh-hih-! silly– Ikt'chieww! 'ITSHHH! ‘TSHHH! hhHHH-! H’TSCHHH’HIEW!” He blinked back irritated tears as a puff of gold smoke filled the air. And to his dismay, he found that the crimson fabric in his hands had turned from red to a bright yellow. "Snff! Oh– hih! Oh, dear-- ‘TSCHHHEW!"

“I must say,”

“Ht'schhhh! Hhhih-HITSCHHH'hew!”

“I believe I may have assumed too quickly. If something’s bothering you this terribly, you're certainly not fit in any way, shape, or form to continue.” Alastor bit back a wince at a nose blow that did nothing to stop the unrelenting fits. Watching the rosy blush of his cheeks grow stripes, spots, hearts, and back again.

“I'b ndot-- h-hih-hekt'tschieww! I'm pehh-perfectlyyyYYISHHH'hew! I've just got a...a bit of a...het'TSHHH’HIEW! HETSCHHHIEW! Snff snfff! Ughh, b-bit of a tickle.”

Alastor rolled his eyes as he picked up a newly crafted bouquet of venus fly traps–  hurriedly held at arm’s length when their heads grew large, snapping wildly at the air.

"Hm! How strange. I don't believe I've ever seen your powers act up like this. Or at the very least flare up when it’s just ‘a bit of a tickle’.” He countered, dropping the abomination into the black abyss of his shadow.  “Perhaps it only happens when you overwork yourself--"

"No!" Lucifer yelped. Then froze, slapping his hands over his mouth. Carefully, cautiously he stood, taking one step back. Then another, inching for the exit. "That's-- ha! Y-you're imagining things. Besides, I can’t stop now! There’s so much I need to do! So much to-to catch up on, you know? There's the architecture of Hell that needs some restructuring. And yes the Overlords can run their own di-districts, but I definitely need to start– snff! start accepting their invitations to meetings! Oh, and all that missed bureaucratic shit and wow my new room is a mess so the least I can do i-ihhhs-! …HET'KSHIEWW! ‘KSHHH! ET'SHHH! Guhhh...helb. Sdnff!"

Before he could take another step, slender fingers locked on his wrist. Tugged back with a twirl until they were back to front The Radio Demon firmly grabbed his shoulders, clawed tips nearly digging into his skin before his prey could escape.

“Mmm no, I don't think you will.” He decided. “You, my dear, will remain in my sights for the rest of the evening. You are a ticking time bomb after all, and it would be a stain on my flawless reputation to sit back and watch my hotel turn into a child's plaything.”

Somehow, by sheer miracle, Lucifer paled further. Mahogany shelves turned to pink pastel plastics, lined with faux books that touted fused pages. Elegant wallpaper patterns turned to simple swirling decals lined with glitter. He sheepishly waved the curse away with the snap of his fingers, throwing his hands up in defeat.

”Fide, fide! So I’ve got a tiny case of the s’diffles. But I swear idt’s just a liddle glidtch, it won’t h-hahh..!” Panicking, he pinched his nose and held his breath. The all-powerful Overlord himself took a step back, both heaving a sigh of relief when it passed. “Nghhh...habbed again. I've got— snrff! eeeverythi’g under codtrol."

Worsening, Lucifer cleared his sinuses with another honking blow. Looking up from fluttering fabric to find his unwanted caretaker glancing him up and down.

“...What?”

“Hm?”

“What's with that look?”

“I'm afraid I don't follow.”

“That! That right there!” Lucifer huffed, poking at Alastor's chest, “That 'I'm scheming' face!”

“Oh? Can I not scheme in your general vicinity?” The other poked back square between the eyes, watching the demon king stumble backwards with some satisfaction. “If you're so jealous of those who have thoughts in their heads, why don't you spend some time with your royal psychologist instead of bothering me?”

“Ugh! You're so...s-so…!” Lucifer's snarl wobbled at the seams. His breath hitched again, and he couldn't help but groan in frustration as he hovered his handkerchief nearby with one hand, fanning his face with another. "Chhh! ‘Tchh! Ht‘Chnx! Het’CHNX’iew! Oh– hnkt! Oh n’do– hEH’CHNXT!”

Stifling was clearly a useless solution as well, stomach dropping as he felt the telltale wind of his wings snapping open. And, to his further dismay, only made the tickle stronger.

"Ndothi’g’s whh-worki’g! I cahh- ca’dt– hhhHH-!" Suddenly, the familiar soft fabric of his was pressed to his face, and he looked up and past it to find Alastor staring him dead in the eye.

"I won't let anything happen." Alastor's permission was somehow all his body needed to hear before it finally let go.

"H-hehhh…! HEH’TSHHH! HET’SHHH! HEKT’CHHH! ‘TCHHH! ‘TCHH! HEH’TCHHHHF! hhhHHH–! HETCH’TSHHHIEW! Ohhh..." Lucifer felt an icy shudder crawl up his exhausted body and leaned against his cane for balance, taking the momentary relief of the stubborn itch to tuck in his wings. “Is everything...”

“Yes. We were lucky. A few books fell this time, nothing more.” Despite the barrier he raised in the kitchen. He pulled back the well-soaked handkerchief, pulling a horrified face as he dropped it once again into the void. “You, on the other hand, are a mess.”

“But I'm—”

“Trembling.” Alastor's cane thumped sharply against the carpet, and Lucifer winced as the other finally put his proverbial foot down. “You know, it's quite unbecoming of a king to be dishonest with his subjects, even for the Father of Lies.” 

Lucifer felt a hand on his back, and it nearly chased away the sudden chill when the radio static he'd heard for so long lulled. And to his shock, a very human voice broke through the illusion of a monster. 

“The truth this time, Your Majesty. How do you feel?” Alastor urged gently.

“I-I. Uhh.”

How…how does he even argue with…

“I just told you I…I feel fi-!” Lucifer blinked in surprise as the two words he usually repeated like a mantra suddenly caught in his aching throat, pressing a hand to his chest. "'Scuse me, heh! Don't know what happened there. I said I feel...I-I feel..."

He opened his mouth a second time, and the last of his pride finally, finally crumbled to nothing.

“...awful.” He moaned, “God, so fucking awful! My-- snfff-- my head hurts! I'm freezing and sweating at the same time! Everythihhh...everythi'g aches! Mby ndose is– Et'shh'hiew! 'Tshhiew! Guhhh...rudd’ig like crazy. I ca’dt sto--...stohhhp...stop snehhhh...hih! Het'SHHHH'HIU! Sn-sneezihhhHHET'SHHHH! HET'SHHHH! HET'SHHH'HEW! Ughhh, I ca’dt even gedd the word out!" Fat droplets lined the corners of his eyes, "For Heaven's sake, now I'b clogged! A-a'd I feel like cryi'gg! Why do I feel like cryi'gg?!”

He could feel himself be guided from the desk, Alastor making a sympathetic noise.

“And there we have it.” Alastor’s radio filter returned, and yet he himself was surprised to find every word was laced with something soft. So, he decided to use the opportunity given to him. He was sure he could use this sudden development to his advantage...somehow. But for the moment he felt Lucifer start to shiver again, wobbling dangerously at his side. Chills, Alastor noted. Writhing tentacles pulled up a chair for his patient to sit, handing his spare handkerchief for the ailing demon to clean himself up.

“Ugh, tha-that was embarrassing. I d-don't know wh-what came over me.” Lucifer chattered out, body rocking with another violent shudder.

“Certainly not the sniffles with such a terrible fever. Why, it only took a single poke to the forehead and I nearly burned myself!" 

Lucifer scowled.

"Don’t be so dramatic! We both know that you wouldn’t let me take your temperature without a fight, and you’re hardly in a position to do so. It would only exacerbate your condition, or worse. Bore me. Now don't you touch that dial, I’ll be right back.”

“Trust me, I couldn't m-make a break for it if-- snff! if I tried.” Another shiver, and Lucifer rubbed at his arms, “It’s f-freezing in he-here…”

In a snap a bonfire lit near a reading chair, Alastor casually plucking up the throw draped over the side.

“Oh ha ha.” Lucifer grumbled, watching the sinner leisurely stroll to an old, worn hardcover. “What, are you waiting for the fun to start up again? Don't bother, I'm-- snff! I'm all sneezed out for tonight. Humbling myself must have d-done the trick…” He pouted, last sentence unraveling to a faint whisper.

“Precisely.” The other stepped forward, holding out a hand. “I'm going to take the spotlight for once while you, Sire, get to play second fiddle.”

Lucifer hesitated, staring at his hand. Ruminating, tasting the words on his forked tongue before he wilted in defeat. “Fine, but just for tonight. What did you have in mind?”

Alastor released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

“A simple, old-fashioned transformation would suffice. One worthy of a sinner such as myself.”

“...Oh. I c-can do that.” Lucifer shot him a small, worn smile. And in a flash of scarlet and gold, he very literally snaked up his arm, white-gold scales wrapping loosely around his shoulders.

“Good man.” Alastor sat back in the pillowy armchair, adjusting the blanket until both of them were covered— biting back a spark of satisfaction when the shivering frame slowed to a stop. A comforted sigh brushed his ear.

“This feels nice.” Lucifer rasped, coiling further around The Radio Demon's neck and deeper into his makeshift hide.

“Obviously.” The Overlord huffed.

“...Sorry.”

“Hm? Whatever for?”

“For being so tesssty.” Lucifer hissed, flicking out his tongue in distaste. “I haven't been a ruler in so long. And to be with Charlie again, to schedule meetings with old friends I haven't seen in years since The Fall, and...”

Alastor snuck a glance at the old serpent, and he swore those golden eyes aged centuries in seconds.

“It must be terrifying.” The other finished for him. “To take in so many responsibilities at once after being alone for so long.”

 For a moment, the crackling fire was all that answered.

“It's certainly…over...whelming...” Lucifer yawned, jaw unhinging to unnerving lengths. “Oh my, pardon me.”

”Well, it's best you recover.” Alastor cracked open the book in his lap, “It would be a rather dull place without your constant whinging.”

“Hey! I'm not whinging! I'm complaining, there's,“ Another fang flashing yawn, “a lot that I can't stand about you.”

“And yet the horrors persist.” The Radio Demon shot him a grin.

“Oh shut up.”

“What a shame. Here I am about to read in peace, but there’s still so much pesky noise. And in a library, no less!”

“You sssstarted it.” The king grumbled, slit pupils shrinking to needles.

And began to un-tense as a lilting voice carried in the air.

“Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank and of having nothing to do…”

The first sentence barely passed when Lucifer finally succumbed to a restful sleep.

[junglemax]

darby finds a secret about the scariest guy at school.

[drabble]

Darby isn’t even sure how he managed to get this temporary job, babysitting Brody’s little sister. Usually the last thing parents want to do is leave their kids with him, but considering their oldest child, maybe Darby was normal compared to everyone else.

He knocks on the door, and Brody’s mother answers. “Oh, hello, Darby! Thank you so much for coming. Come right on in.”

Darby steps inside with a smile. “Thanks. It’s not a problem at all, Mrs. King.”

“Usually Brody would stay home with Julia,” Brody’s mother says, “but he’s got plans with friends he’s been setting up for months, and I’d hate to take that from him. Leftovers are in the fridge, you can heat that up for her and yourself, but there’s also pizza money in case that’s more your deal. I think everyone is upstairs.”

Darby nods. “We’ll make it work,” he assures her.

“I know you will. Thank you so much again for coming. I’ll be leaving in a minute, but I’m not sure when Brody will be leaving. I think soon after I do.”

“That’s fine.”

She rummages around her purse, making sure she has everything. Darby makes his way upstairs as she does.

He doesn’t search too much just yet, instead just trying to find Julia’s room. (He doesn’t want to get pummeled first day on the job for being too nosy.)

He heads giggling, and sees one of the doors with light coming from underneath. He opens the door slowly and quietly, just barely poking his head in.

It’s Julia all right, sprawled on her bed, giggles going down.

Brody stands above her, fingers waggling in the air. “I’m gonna getcha,” he growls playfully.

“Nooooo!” Julia squeals, and before she can move Brody snatches her up in a bear hug, sneaking in tickles as he carries her around the room.

Darby breaks out into a smile, because this is the most sweet, docile version of Brody he’s ever seen in his life, and it’s going to be ingrained in his brain for the rest of his life. He opens the door more and leans against the frame. “Does someone need to slay the big bad bear?” he teases.

Brody’s head snaps up to Darby so fast he almost drop Julia in surprise. He tosses her lightly onto the bed, resulting in her giggling harder and saying hi to Darby. He clears his throat. “Darby, don’t you know how to knock? Quit being a little creep.”

His words do nothing to Darby, because he’s sporting a small blush from being caught being soft. It’s incredibly cute, and Darby decides he’s going to remind Brody about it as much as possible.

“Well how else am I supposed to save the princess? Can’t just announce myself, or else you’d know I was here and eat me alive.”

“Watch yourself, Allin,” Brody growls.

Darby shrugs, smile never leaving his face. “Whatever you say, you big softie.”

[bition-boyz]

It’s finally finished! The first chapter, this took me a little while but I think it turned out pretty good. This story will possible have another chapter in the near future. No use of Reader/yn. I don’t know the exact word count. -BB

SWEET GIRL

Ashaf x F! Reader (1/?)

Ashaf= Blue

Guideau = Green

Reader = Pink

18+, minors DNI

(Suggestive content, cursing, eventual smut?)

All Ashaf wants to do is go home to the one who holds his heart, the one who makes living and even breathing that much more tolerable. These missions are taking a toll on not just Ashaf but also Guideau no matter how much they denied their injuries that get little to no time to heal.

Ashaf was-to put it simply as exhausted, Guideau and him were dealing with countless witch after witch searching for Angela, the witch who placed the curse upon Guideau. Tensions are high, were both in pain and were not any closer to finding Angela,he thought.

“We have another letter from The Order Guideau.” Ashaf asked. “If it isn’t a black envelope for a witch I don’t give a shit about the damn letter” Guideau barked out. The envelope was a purple color, one that neither of them have ever seen before. The letter read that due to the tremendous help Ashaf and Guideau have provided with the magical fiascos the magical attacks are now at an all time low and it will be some time before they have more intel on when or where the next witches will be. This is perfect, I have some down time that I can use wisely

“Well? What does the shitty letter say” Guideau questioned. “They’re giving us off time, we’ve dealt with all of the Magical affairs they had on hand” Ashaf explained while handing the letter to Guideau.

Ashaf brought his hand to the cuff of his shirt and pulled his locket chain from underneath his shirt. Inside is rather scandalous a picture of his sweet girl, Reader. Her lying naked underneath him lightly coated in his spend from the activities from that night. His face a bright red as he recalled the precious sounds he coaxed out of you, the delicious way you called out his name, the way you- “ASHAF!!” Guideau called out to him breaking him from his erotic daze. “a-ah Yes, Guideau?” He attempted to bounce back from his previous memories. “I’m leaving. I’m going to find something to do while we wait for everyone to do their damn job” Guideau said while stomping away. “Okay, stay safe” Ashaf said.

Now time to make a well deserved visit to someone I’ve been so shamelessly deprived of my sweet, sweet girl. Ashaf thought. “There are quite a handful of of Order agents around so she should be-“ Ashaf was cut off by a pair of hands covering his eyes, he knew it was you and your playful nature brought a smile to his face.

“Guess who?” You questioned, a giggle leaving you. “Hmmm let’s see, is it Phanora?” Ashaf asked. “Nooooo try again~.” You said in a singsong tone. “Is it Guideau?” Ashaf guessed. “Nope wrong again” you laughed out. As much as Ashaf loved your games he was getting a little ansty so he removed your hands and dragged you to the nearest alley way from prying eyes. “Ashaf you’ve gotten a little bold” you voiced bashfully. You looked ravishing, the slight pink tone that grazed your cheeks, the way you avoided his intense lustful gaze, Ashaf knew it was a facade hiding the little minx that you are.

Ashaf has you pinned against the wall, his head buried in your neck as he kissed and licked you leaving the skin more sensitive than before. His hands planted firmly against your waist. “I missed you greatly my dear.” He said as inhaled your perfume, he can feel himself losing his composure. “Show me” you whispered. Ashaf smiled and asked teasingly “What was that dear?” “Show me how much you missed me Ashaf, I need to know if you feel the same.” Ashaf took a step back and looked at his work on your neck before locking eyes with you. You can see his lust clouded eyes. It’s been so long since you had him to yourself and you plan to make the most of it. “You know exactly how to get me going angel in the best ways” Ashaf grabbed you hand and placed it on his now visible bulge. “I have room booked on top floor of The Manor Hotel I’ll be waiting for your arrival.” He said as left the alley leaving you stunned at his newfound bold behavior.

[rei-does-stuff]

Thinking abt the Jogjebi amnesia plot where he thinks him and Geumsaegi are dating and Geum has to play along

Geum @ commanders: Please tell me I dont actually have to date this man, I have a husband and kid surely this isn’t necessary

Commanders who really like making Geum’s life as shit as possible; WELLLLLLLLLL

Jul would def be jealous but poorly pretend like he isn’t “Me??? Jealous?? Nooo, I definitely…Definitely don’t want to kill that homewrecker definitely not, nooooo me? Noooo-“

[angelswing236]

"We can fix this, I know we can.'

Fictober 24 challenge

Fandom: Downton Abbey

Fanfiction

‘Oh, nooooo. No, no, no, no, no,’ Jimmy moaned, staring in horror at the shards of the antique china soup bowl on the floor in front of him.

Thomas careened into the room, brought running by the sound of smashing porcelain. He stumbled to a halt, his mouth agape as he took in the carnage.

‘What have you done?’

‘It just… slipped!’

‘Slipped?’

‘Help me gather this up,’ Jimmy begged, squatting down and beginning to pick up the pieces.

‘You’d be better off with a dustpan and brush,’ Thomas observed, bending to pick up one of the larger shards.

‘We can fix this, I know we can.’

‘Fix it? You a magician, are you? Cos you’re going to need to be to fix this.’

‘Don’t say that!’

‘It’s true, Jimmy.’

Jimmy looked up, aghast. ‘He’s going to sack me. Old Carson. He’s going to sack me, isn’t he?’

Thomas bit his lip, not sure he could deny that was a possibility.

‘And even if he doesn’t, if he makes me pay for this, I’ll be working here until I’m 110 years old!’ Jimmy continued, beginning to panic. ‘And I’ll probably have to come back as a ghost to finish paying off the debt!’

‘Right, calm down,’ Thomas soothed, patting the young man’s shoulder.

‘Calm down? Calm down? My life is over, Thomas! D’you hear me? Over!’

‘Not if he doesn’t find out.’

Jimmy stopped picking up pieces of china and stared at him. ‘What?’

‘Think about it. Nobody else has come to see what all the noise was, have they?’

‘No, but...’

Thomas cocked an eyebrow, waiting for Jimmy to think it through.

‘He sent me to get this one. He’ll know.’

‘We barely ever use this one.’

‘So?’

‘So, there’s another one that’s similar to this one. White with pink roses on it.’

‘So?’

‘So, we get rid of every last sliver of this one and you take the other one through.’

‘And he’ll send me right back for this one as sure as eggs are eggs,’ Jimmy said, positive that Carson’s sharp eye wouldn’t miss the fact that he’d returned with the wrong soup bowl.

‘Yes, but if we remove every last trace of this one, you can tell him that this was the only one you could find with pink flowers on it.’

‘He’ll come looking.’

‘Yes, but he won’t find it, will he?’

Jimmy smiled, seeing how the plan could work.

‘Have you ever seen this one before?' Thomas waved at the destroyed soup bowl.

‘No.’

‘So, how could you be expected to know that the one you brought back wasn’t the right one?’

‘What’ll we do with this one?’

‘Sweep it up and hide the shards. I’ll get rid of them for you.’

‘Thomas, you’re a genius!’ Jimmy said, fervently.

‘I have my moments,’ Thomas nodded, grinning. ‘Now, take that other soup bowl through.’

Jimmy rose, relief rushing through him.

‘Don’t drop it.’

‘I won’t.’ Jimmy paused. ‘Thomas. Thanks.’

‘You’re welcome. Now, go. Very. Carefully.’

[stillaclownlol]

FROWNY. I know I commented some of my thoughts already (and already gave you an ask about it) but I have more and the comments have a word limit so I’m just gonna say them here:

ADAM. ADAM. I’m sorry but I think he’s my favourite character. Like THE RITUAL WITH HIM AND PERSEPHONE?? HER SAYING “They didn’t believe me”????? EXCSUE ME??? HELLO?? GIRL?? I cannot BELIEVE the amount of happenings I’ve just read. Like WHAT. He hasn’t woken up yet but like omg my baby my boy please come here and let me HUG YOU. He’s been going through it this whole book and he genuinely needs a hug I just wanna squeeze him and keep him safe UGHHHH.

ANYWAY. SO. Gansey and Blue??? CUTE AF?? Sad her and Adam aren’t together but honestly saw it coming — I was just in denial really. Like he’s literally her TRUE LOVE. There’s NO WAY she wouldn’t fall for him. I’m happy they considered Adam’s feelings though, but like OMG THE MOUNTAIN SCENE?? It was so cute and I could picture it so well in my mind like… (if you don’t remember what scene I’m referring to it’s the one after Adam’s scrying where Blue and Gansey drive off to clear their heads and then they stop at this beautiful scenery and then feelings get blown and they are REALLY cute)

UM. KAVINSKY?? HELLO?? I thought he was just some random jerk?? HE CAN DO SHIT WITH HIS DREAMS TOO?? And what’s with all the gay jokes?? My guy is so fruity, he calls Ronan “sweetheart” and “princess” this man is NOT STRAIGHT. like at all. Also Ronan??? RONAN??? KILL ME RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I CANT BELIVE HE DID THAT?? WITH THE CAMARO?? GENUINELY SCREAMED WHEN THAT HAPPENED??? And HIS EUPHORIC LAUGHTER?? HE SMILED?????? PLEASE CAN I HAVE MORE OF THAT????

Gray Man is ehh still, like he and Maura are cute I guess and he figured out Greywaren was a someones instead of a something but also okay?? I mean at least he isn’t gonna kidnap them or kill them? (At least, I hope not because I’m not done with the book)

Last thing I wanna talk about before I go read again: I officially love the Lynch brothers (like maybe not Declan YET but I’m only on book 2) and the Gansey’s aren’t all that bad. I also just want Adam to find someone who’d love him because he’s been so deprived of it his whole life like UGHHH ADAM??? I wanna cry he’s such a wreck 😭

Ok rant over !

NOOOOO YOURE AT THE RITUAL SCENE? PLEASEEEE BROKE MY HEART FR 😭😭😭

Omg the mountain scene. THE MOUNTAIN SCENE. THE DRIVE- SLDHOSBDOD IT WAS SO- AUGGHHHH. anyways don't worry Adam will also get his happiness 🙂‍↕️

THE KAVINSKY PLOT TWIST WAS CRAZYYYYY LMAO. also yeah he's fruity af kshjdbfsi.

WHEN HE CRASHED THE CAMARO KAHDJHDKS RIGHT AFTER GANSEY WAS THINKING ABOUT IT 💀 KILLED ME-

Grey Man is whatever I appreciate his help but like lowkey you shouldn't have been there in the same place-

The Lynch Brothers drive me insane in the best possible way ~

ADAM WILL FIND LOVE I PROMISEEEEE <3

[firecrackerhh]

Like I dunno, maybe I’m just sick and fucking tired of everyone treating me like I’m a fucking idiot just because god fucking forbid I actually have the capacity to have some fucking empathy for my fellow human beings? I’m under the impression immigrants don’t actually cause as much crime in the USA as retarded right wingers fucking believe. Immigrants if anything are a net good!

But nooooo we gotta blame the IMMIGRANT and the HOMELESS or POC or whatever kind of scapegoat humanity can muster all because almost everyone in this wretched country is a blithering retard who should barely be allowed to use a microwave and they think if whatever makes them big angry goes away they’ll FINALLY be fucking happy!

But they aren’t happy, it doesn’t matter, they can kick out every fucking immigrant tomorrow and Americans would STILL be unhappy. Every homeless person could die tomorrow and the average American would still be unhappy. Every POC and every LGBTQ+ person could die and the miserable wretches would just find another target to fucking persecute to make up for the fact they’re disgustingly miserable and clearly unworthy of human life.

These people are near incapable of realizing the actual solutions to problems because they’re too fucking retarded to understand that it isn’t the little guy that’s the issue, it’s the corporations.

Like you know why immigrants get fucking hired in the first place? Because corporations don’t actually want to pay people a living wage, but an AMERICAN would complain if they felt any sense of mistreatment, so they hire an immigrant whose staying in the country depends on them causing as little problem as possible! If they do complain, they’ll get fucking deported!

Why are you getting mad at the IMMIGRANT and not the corporation not only taking advantage of said immigrant, but also in turn taking advantage of you by hoarding all the fucking money for themselves while you get fucking nothing?

Why aren’t you getting mad at THEM? They certainly have more power than any immigrant from fucking Colombia or wherever else. Get your priorities in order before you start spreading horseshit you fucking retards.

Tho I admit I am rather curious how many American immigrants actually originally intended on staying in some other place, but to be fair, I dunno how the immigration process works in other South American countries, for all I know the other countries don’t want them either.

It’s just disgusting to me man, people shouldn’t be treated like this, immigrant, American, whatever, no one should be fucking dehumanized just for trying to stay alive.

I hope God doesn’t have mercy and rightfully punishes us all for our hubris. God knows humanity fucking deserves it.

[aprillikesthings]

The list of topics on every single Camino forum, subreddit, or group:

How crowded is it this year

What’s the weather like when I’m going

Which route should I do

What shoes should I wear

Is it possible to do it camping the whole way

What do you think of my packing list

“You’re not a real pilgrim because [you’re not Catholic/you have your bag transported/you only did it from Sarria/seriously the list goes on and on]” vs “Everyone is a real pilgrim, stfu”

“A pilgrimage is supposed to include some hardships” vs “you don’t know what is or isn’t hard for other people”

How do I get to my starting point from [European city]

Vigorous discussion of blister avoidance/treatment

How do I train for the Camino (extra points: people who live in incredibly flat places)

Should I be worried about bed bugs

Angry post about Camino etiquette, always followed by five hundred replies of people agreeing/disagreeing

Is it safe to do it alone

Can I bring my kids/dogs

Do I need trekking poles

Should I go with a paid company that arranges everything for me and if so which one

Who here has seen The Way (WE ALL HAVE)

Can I do the Camino with [health condition]

Can I do the Camino with [non-standard diet]

Poncho or rain jacket

Will I get lost

“Please watch my YouTube video about [one of the above]”

Americans, specifically:

How do I use my cell phone in Spain

How do I access my money in Spain (I’ve met at least one person who brought €2k cash?! I know of another person who did that and lost it all! Nooooo just use atm’s oh my god)

Why do the Spanish/Europeans generally do this thing that annoys or confuses me

What travel insurance should I buy

Will they all hate me if I can’t speak Spanish

What do you mean none of the hostels have air conditioning

The Best Posts:

Here are photos from my Camino! Here are photos of me and my new friends I met on the Camino!! Here’s a photo of me in front of the cathedral! I made it!!!

[aceofstars16]

1, 3-5, 8-12, & 16-20 for Jade Torch, please?

Finally getting around to answering another one! 😂

1. what got you into this story?

Haha, well I’ve been friends with @dragonanne for…almost 10 years I think??? So I’ve know a little about it/seen art of the characters for a *while* and even read some of the webcomic she started before deciding that a book would work better. So…yeah…and like I mean, dragons, why wouldn’t I want to read about dragons???

3. quickly list 3 things you like about the story!

Interesting and fun characters, beautiful illustrations, a very intriguing plot and world that is so thought out I LOVE IT

4. assign this story a hyper-specific genre name, e.g. "inspirational religious semi-horror sci-fi western"

Uhhhhh…I’m so bad at these…political intrigue/adventure/fantasy with Christian undertones/ DRAGONS

5. do you have a favorite character? who?

Oh man….this is so hard! Ughhh how do I pick?!? It’s hard not to love Gabryl, but I LOVE Lune too, and Kenneth…and so many others pfft 😂 (also this insanely minor character that hasn’t even shown up yet, but I got to help name him so I love him lol)

8. what questions are or were you most excited to learn the answers to while experiencing the story for the first time?

Well…it’s still ongoing so uh…there are a lot of things I still don’t know haha, I genuinely think I just…am curious about the…gosh what are the called, like the forgotten lands? (I’m too lazy to grab my book 😅), I don’t know if they will come up later but they intrigue me 😂 (and just like….how everything ends up too lol)

9. give the most UNHELPFUL and/or SILLY summary possible.

For the first book: A princess goes on a mission and ends up severely traumatized (sorry, not sorry 😂)

10. if you made an amv about this, what song would you set it to?

I was literally blanking but uh….then I remembered “Unpack Your Heart” and yes, it’s a Henry/Jo song for me but I actually love the idea of it for Lune (maybe with a specific person *cough* Kenneth *cough* but….it really could work with a lot of her friends cause they all care for her a lot 😭)

11. if you were put in the main character's position, how well would that go for you on a scale of 1-5?

Nooooo! Please no! 1 maybe, I already have enough trauma…though having a dragon bond would be cool…so that part would be fun at least 😂

12. assuming your loved ones would be there, would you want to live in the world of the story?

Hmmm…if it was post war era then yeah, I want a dragon 😂

16. do you think this story has broad appeal, or is it meant for a very specific audience? if it's more "niche", what kind of person would most enjoy this story?

I mean, I feel like anyone can enjoy it? It’s fantasy but with some political elements and Christian themes, which I feel like isn’t really niche?

17. compare this story to your usual tastes. how does it differ from what you've already enjoyed?

I think the only thing is the politics. Normally I’m not big on those in stories, but they play into the story and it’s not like, as confusing to me as other stories so I don’t mind it and genuinely do enjoy how they add to the plot

18. compare this story to your usual tastes. what parts of it are exactly the kind of thing you've always loved?

Close friendship! Dragons! Adventures! Just the love the characters have for each other makes me 🥹

19. pitch an idea for a sequel or spinoff novel for this story!

Oooo, honestly a prequel about Noein and how the whole Eliesic Corps was founded could be really cool!

20. what's the WORST thing about this story, in your opinion? (feel free to be positive, e.g. "it's not longer", if you want!)

I mean…I just want to read more of it but also like, I knowing writing takes time so, I will wait 😂