#plz send help i am unwell

[wheelerboi]

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“I thought you wanted nothing to do with the gossip, Red?” Eddie glares at her.

During her first few days here, Max had made it clear she didn’t want to hear a word of what criminal spree anyone had planned. It always keeps her up at night, and all she can think about is the way people casually talk about stabbing people in the gut around here.

But just last night, she heard someone say something that sounded dangerously close to the name ‘Wheeler’, and she needs to be sure it was something else. It probably is. The other night, a group of guys dragged some poor schmuck with a bag over his head to the back room, and the way he screamed sounded like that one guy from biology when he accidentally touched the frog they were dissecting.

It definitely wasn’t, but the idea that it totally could’ve been made her feel cold. She thinks it’s the lack of sunlight in here. It’s making her paranoid.

“Call it curiosity,” Max glares back at him and hopes the unnerved chill in her spine isn’t translated by her face.

“You know that’s killed a couple of cats, right?” Eddie counters with a shit-eating grin...

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MAX POV?? MIKE'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET ACTUALLY ISN'T EVEN A SECRET??? WILL BYERS HAS AN EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN???? DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT, YOUR BESTFRIEND IS GAY?????

And for anybody asking if a certain two people kiss—IDK WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT? IDEK WHAT KISSING IS WHO THE HECK IS KISSING IN THIS CHAPTER BC I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!! 🤥

hehe CHAPTER EIGHT IS FINALLY FUKIN OUT NOW!!!

[fairystar111]

More context on the AUs

ABO AU: Katsuki is a neglected omega pup hiding his classification due to his parents telling him omegas cannot be heroes. After the incident where he is chained to the podium at the Sports Festival. He is stalked and then kidnapped by the league. In their care he succumbs to their manipulation easily due to the neglect he received at home. He will view Shigaraki/Dabi as his parents and the rest of the league as his pack.

Overhaul AU: Overhual stalks and kidnaps a middle school Izuku due to his quirkless status. He is convinced he is one of the only clean/pure beings left as a result he forms a obsessive attachment to the boy. He convinces Izuku that he is worthless to everyone except him. (Don't have that much for this one yet but that's the general jist.)

Twisted Endeavor AU: Enji is trying to be a good father by locking Shouto away and keeping him away from hero work for his own safety after he is injured during his work study. He convinces everyone that Shouto is mentally unwell or more injured than he really is and that that is why he is gone. He forcibly cares for Shouto treating him like a child, doing the things he never did the first time around. Will include things like: Endeavor drugging(Safely) Shouto to make him weaker, quirk suppressants, Shouto entering a childlike state of mind to cope with his new reality.

ALSO PLEASE IF YOU HAVE ANY RESQUESTS OR IDEAS PLEASE SEND THEM IN! I LOVE TO HEAR NEW IDEAS FROM OTHER PEOPLE! I AM VERY SMOOTH BRAINED PLZ HELP!

[monsterfloofs]

Can I request some more stories with luxe plz?

Luxe (Gender Fluid Concubus) x Reader (Sfw)

(Hello!! Thank you for this note! I am so glad you like my Luxe. Here is a little short story I whipped up because I couldn't sleep ahah! I was really sick a few weeks ago, and whenever I feel abnormal I study how I feel and think so I can more accurately portray it in writing! >:) Also, I had a dream about this little story and I typically don't get to see my characters in my dreams?? So this made me super duper extra happy AAAAAAH, and was very motivating for me to get this written! I hope you enjoy! ♡)

Feeling unwell went from sniffling and coughing one day, to having a full blown bout of sickness the next morning. Coughing and hacking so much it made your chest hurt and your head spin. Your temple throbbed and tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as you drew the curtains and retreated back to bed. Rising to your feet was an undertaking. It made you dizzy, and a new wash of pain bored into your head.

There was no way you could go to work today. Yesterday you had felt the sickness creeping up on you, but the signs were manageable and kept working. After all, the castle was a busy place, and there was much to be done. Still, you hadn't expected to be knocked down so fast the next day. You reached for the mirror at your bedside. Blinking slowly as the soft glow made you squint your eyes. Drawing your finger across the surface, which rippled softly at your touch.

"Send a message to Luxe. . . Tell them that I won't be able to help them today.." Of course this is when a tickle rises in your throat and you cough to try and clear it. For a solid moment all you can do is cough, whatever upset your throat refused to be soothed. You couldn't cough deep enough, but the tickle managed to subside for you to rasp out.

"I'm sorry, I got sick. I just am not feeling good enough today." You ended the message with a swipe of your finger, then put the mirror face down on the table. You blow your nose with a tissue before rolling over in bed, pulling the covers over your head in an attempt to block out as much light as you can. The afternoon was spent in and out of consciousness, with the waste paper basket and night stand filling up with balled up tissues. Between sleeping, sneezing and coughing you did little else. Everytime you woke up, you pleaded with your body to go back to sleep. Being awake just felt too taxing, you had tried reading but the words floated off the page and it hurt your eyes to keep them open for too long.

Between sleeping you startle awake to a knock at your door. Hastily rubbing your eyes as a figure peeks around the corner at you.

"Did I wake you up?"

"It's okay," The words slither out in a slur between chapped lips. As Luxe tentatively steps inside, carrying a tray of soup.

"Oh darling, you look miserable."

"I feel mis. . . miserable" You agreed weakly. You blink slowly, and in between your eyes opening and closing Luxe crossed the room. From setting the tray down to pressing a cool washcloth against your forehead. You breathe a ragged hum, managing a thank you before your body wants to cough again.

"What can I get you love? What sounds good?"

"Nothing," You whisper, Luxe's painted lips purse as you take a breath. "I just wanna sleep."

"Alright," The butler murmurs gently, "Alright love, I will let you sleep." They put a little bell onto your nightstand. "Ring this if you need anything." They command sternly, and you nod your eyes refusing to stay open any longer.

It was only when you were drifting in and out of consciousness again, throwing blankets on and off between being too hot and too cold that you realized they referred to you as 'love'. Your brain was a little too sluggish to make much sense of the new term of endearment. Nevertheless, the name made you feel both cared for and guilty. They had stopped in the midst of their busy schedule to make you food you hadn't eaten. You tried some of the soup, which to your surprise was still hot. The warm liquid felt soothing to your throat. From a glance you could see vegetables and chicken floating in the broth. It should have been delicious but you just couldn't taste it, and found your stomach rejecting the soup after a few spoonfuls.

It was the middle of the night before you felt somewhat active. The headache was a dull throb behind your eyes as you slouched out of bed. Shoving tissues in your pocket as you wandered your way down the stairs. You felt groggy and out of touch, so you moved sluggishly and deliberately toward the kitchen. Watching your feet upon the stairs, clutching the hand railing tightly.

Luxe was in the kitchen, and their head jerks up, her expression rearranging into surprise as you shuffle in. "I thought I told you to ring for me,"

"It's. You're. So busy." You manage to warble out, was stringing words together always so hard? Your eyebrows push together as you wash your hands in the sink. You have to stop halfway through drying your hands to dab at your nose, which sends you back over to the sink. Unceremoniously stuffing a roll of tissue up your nose to stop the leak. Luxe lets out a soft huff, pushing back their immaculate bangs with their fingers.

"Darling, you know that you are not an imposition, don't you? You're sick for goodness sake."

You look down, running your thumb back and forth on the hand towel. Back and forth, back and forth. "Maybe." You croak, your eyes watering with tears. Luxe studies your face, a frown tugging on their lips. They cross over to you putting an arm around your shoulder which makes you flinch.

"You'll get s-"

"Sh,sh,sh." She shushes you and gives you a small kiss on your forehead. It makes you blink as more tears dribble from your eyes.

"I know you are perfectly independant, love. Perfectly capable of doing things on your own. Let me take care of you. Just a little."

You couldn't look them in the eyes. Staring at the floor before giving a weak nod. The arm around your shoulder slides away as they drift to the ice box, their tail twitching as they walk.

"I was going to save this for a treat, but I think this might taste good to you." You fidget with the towel again, peeking up at them and staring at the box of ice cream in their hands.

"Will you. . . have some with me?" They beam at you, already reaching for two bowls.

"But of course."

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[wcrriorhearts]

@korzion said: Goodbye (for Aemma plz give me all the feels)

My muse has died. Send “Goodbye” for your muse to find a letter my muse has left for yours

My dearest heart Rhaenys,

I know you have told me a million times in the past 15 years to be positive and have faith, but sometimes the darkness creeps in and I long to have you closer. We are days away from one of your visits and I cannot wait to embrace you, my sweet cousin. You and grandmother have always been the brightest lights in my life, but I fear my own is dimming. For twelve years I have tried my best to be a good wife, mother and then Queen, but sometimes it feels like I failed in all three endeavours. I missed so much of Rhaenyra's life by being unwell, failed to give Viserys the son he desired and I left no mark as Queen, like grandmother did and like you undoubtedly would have. I hope you know how sorry I am that this title is mine now, when you deserved it much more. It has never brought me joy to take it from you. Even though I am trying to heed your words and be positive, I cannot help but be afraid of what is to come. My body feels tired. I have gone through this too many times already and though I want to believe that the babe is going to live, I am not so sure I will. This pregnancy has been difficult and it has taken a toll on me. Once again I spent months barely seeing my sweet girl, because I was bed bound so often. I wish she could have been enough. Not just for Viserys, but also the kingdom. No son of mine could ever be brighter, braver, fiercer or more true to our bloodline than my sweet Rhaenyra. She is everything a Targaryen should be, yet never enough. I hope she will grow up knowing how loved she was nonetheless. I might have never known a mother's love, but I always had yours and grandmother's. My childhood, albeit being cut short by my marriage, was the happiest time in my life, because I had you and Daemon. I wish I could climb walls and build sand castles at the beach one last time, just to remember innocence. But all little girls have to grow up one day. My darling, I hope you will never receive this letter. I hope I will see my children grow up and watch one of them rule in the future. I hope I can give Viserys a son this time and be relieved of my duties finally. I hope I can visit Driftmark again, go home to the Erie and see my siblings. I hope there is much more life left to live, but if there isn't, I want you to know how much I loved you. You were a sister, mother and cousin to me all at once. You've been with me through the happiest and worst times of my life and I never took you for granted. Your love and care for me never failed to lift me up and shape me into who I am now. I might have never been a true Targaryen, for my nature has always been different, but I learned strength and resilience from you. You were my greatest comfort, together with Rhaenyra, and I hope that you will watch over my little girl, when I no longer can. Please tell her about me. I was so much more once than just my pain and suffering. I hope she will grow up knowing that.

Goodbye, my sweet, sweet Rhaenys. Never lose your fire. Never forget that you were born to move mountains, despite what men might think. Never let them dim your shine and take more from you than you are willing to give. Wherever I may go next, I will watch over you and everyone else I love.

Thank you for being my strength when I had none and my hope, when I despaired. You were and will always be a part of me. Aemma

[no-mercy-bby]

I've listened to Green Green Dress for the past hour...