#slowly making progres

[sl33py-g4m3r]

random update~~ need to get to actually playing more~~ hadn't had time for long stretches

napaea gained a level in my stock? apparently demons in the stock also gain exp~~!! Didn't know that. idk if its the same amount as if they're actually in battle, but I really don't want my healer dead. I wasted a revival bead on her and idk where to get a new one. or who drops one.

does healing in the barracks revive dead demons? I could've done that if the answer was yes....

back to unreasonable grinding~~ was going to keep trying to recruit a mokoi, and gryphon cause I don't have them yet, one level too low to try for chagrin. recruit everything humanly possible, lol.

Still worried I'll get lost in naraku, but I think I'm easily dealing with stuff in the entryway so I should be fine to embark further.

I'm a coward just staying by the door, lol. probably missing out on a lot of relics too if they respawn after pickup... I think crystaahl's playthrough a samurai said they respawn i think....

was going to try messing around with the talk feature to see what demons that have been made into allies would give, and mess with that a while. or is it better to kill them for exp instead?

current team is as follows:

flynn - level 6 - regular attack, bufu, zan. critical wave, leveling up mainly magic and luck, need to throw some into agility too I'd guess. magic and luck both tied for highest stats at 15 agility is now 14

centaur - level 5 - regular attack, bufu, needle shot

fuxi - level 4 - regular attack, zan, patra

Lham Dearg - level 3 - normal attack, gram slice, critical wave

napaea - level 3 - regular attack, dia, dream needle (would've been zan so what? was that due to my luck stat or random??)

wanted to grind to get life stones and items back... and see what demons would give me if anything if I had one of them already allied.

playing this game very safe so far I feel ~~~

couple hours of gameplay time and I wonder how much of it I've spent idle...

I feel "gets comfortable in first strata of naraku, second strata I'm gonna have an SMT moment cause I got lost and turned around or something"

Still a very fun game so far~~ and sadly I'm still in the tutorial... am i a coward or just slow?

probably just slow as I haven't found more time to actually play a lot. calling myself a coward is mean and I shouldn't do that~~~

Constantly have the naraku battle theme going through my head, lol

long post~~ glad anxiety chilled out enough to let me play the game~~ Is very fun so far~~ Used to the battle system i think finally

minor gripe that I can fix if i just used citra to begin with (and I don't want to start over); the red text for emphasis in the quest menu and elsewhere can be very hard to read for my blind ass. tho I shouldn't complain about it cause I'm using official hardware and not doing the recommended thing of emulating. so I have no right to, lol. how you all read it??

Edit 1: Lham dearg obtained~~ wooooo~~~~!!

Edit 2: Resting at the barracks does indeed revive dead demons and I wish I knew that before wasting a revival bead on napaea earlier…

Edit 3: changed levels accordingly ~~

Time to level Lham Dearg

I cannot play this game in large chunks and idk why cause it’s really fun so far~~ brain wut?

Edit 4: Hopefully I don’t waste the app points I had cause I expanded my demon stock x 4 and then bought the demon skill +1 slot. First thought was my skills +1 and demon skills +1 but I went stock instead…

[fredwkong]

Ballmaster

My roomie and I were bros from the moment we met at freshman orientation. We’d stuck together through thick and thin, from my flunking sophomore calculus to him getting on stage at his first bodybuilding show. All our friends joked that we were basically married, even though we both regularly had chicks over. Just because we never dated long-term didn’t mean we were, like, monks.

When he picked up a new supplement, I didn’t really think much of it. I made fun of him, obviously. What product manager comes up with the product name “BALLMASTER” and goes with it? My roommate never really explained what it was supposed to do, but he mixed the powder with water twice a day, just like the package said.

After a week or so, I started noticing a distinct funk floating around my roomie. It was pungent and sharp, with a bit of an earthy flavour that stuck in the back of my mouth as it intensified over the next few weeks. At first, I would just smell it when he was sitting next to me playing video games, but about a month in, I could smell that he was in our apartment as soon as I opened the door. I don't know how, but I'd learned how to tell when his scent was fresh and when it was stale.

When I asked him about it, he chuckled at me and said, “That’s the BALLMASTER working, bro.”

I didn’t really know what he meant. Maybe part of the product’s effect intensified body odour? But this smell was distinct from his usual man musk. Not that I was, like, sniffing his armpits, but he was a bodybuilder, and he liked to work out in the living room. I’d gotten a whiff or two of his ripe body before. Plus, under the increasingly overpowering musk, I could still smell his deodorant.

It was around this time that he started wearing sweats all the time. Loose, baggy sweats with lots of room in the crotch. His walk totally changed, too, going from the usual bodybuilder’s quad-dodging swagger to a much more exaggerated waddle. When I asked if his, uh, bait and tackle were bugging him, he told me, “Don’t worry about it, it’s all good.”

So I stopped worrying about it.

The final realisation came on me slowly, and the day I just suddenly stopped worrying about my roommates dick and balls was when it really hit me. As the smell my roommate carried with him permeated my life, I found myself unable to say no to him. Ever. When he told me to clean the living room, I started doing it almost without realising it.

One day when we were tidying up he handed me an old algebra textbook and said, jokingly, “Enjoy it.” That night, even though I knew it was a literal textbook full of explanations and practice questions, I found myself riveted as I read every page. The whole time, my roommate’s smell was filling my nostrils, making me sniff hard, taking the scent deep into myself.

This time, I knew I had to really confront him. So I sat down on the couch the next morning and waited for him to wake up. When he came out of his bedroom, he saw me waiting and waddled over to stand next to me. As he did, I felt a wave of humidity wash over me, carrying the thick, rich smell, so intense my eyes started to water.

He looked down at me, with an infuriatingly superior smirk on his face. “Yeah, dude,” he said, “you’re ready.” He dropped his sweats, letting his balls flop out.

He was going commando. He must have been for weeks at that point, because there was no way his balls could have been contained in any underwear. They were fucking enormous, each one almost the size of my fist and hanging low in his drooping sac.

The smell, radiating from what I now knew to be its source, hit me like a physical blow. I slid off the couch onto the floor.

My roommate took my place, easing himself down and gently lifting his balls with his hands so they lay between his spread thighs. His cock, still a normal size, looked tiny resting on top of his distended sac. A bead of sweat formed at the peak of the right ball and rolled into the dark, wrinkled skin below. I was transfixed by its progress.

“You wanna taste, little guy?” my roommate asked, holding his hand out toward my face, still slick with his ballsweat from moving them into position.

Without even thinking, I leaned forward and licked his palm. It tasted like salty, stale sweat, mixed with BO, dried cum, and just a little bit of stale piss. My roommate obviously hadn’t been washing it properly. It tasted like heaven, like the taste of something I’d been waiting for my whole life without knowing it.

Without a thought left in my head, I dove between his legs, burying my face in my roommate’s balls. I huffed the scent that had been slowly infiltrating my mind for months, feeling it break down the last of my resistance with its salty tang. As my roommate started to moan in his deep, sexy voice, I licked his balls, bringing in my hands to manipulate them and really get to know my new masters.

“Yeah,” my roommate groaned, jacking his cock as I slobbered between his enormous balls. “That’s a good ballslut. You’re just what I wanted, bro. I’m your Ballmaster, right?”

I nodded, burying my face deeper in my new favourite place, deep in my roommate’s huge, sweaty balls.

[youtubeyouniversitytherapy]

Therapy Exercise 1: Check In! || Ryan & Dean Beau

Ryan sat in the waiting room area with his back slumped against his seat. He had seen the therapist a few times now and had honestly wondered why they even bothered at this point. 

They already knew he was going to be difficult to work with and already had been in their last attempt at trying to speak with him. After all, this shit was harder to do without a few bumps in you. He half considered going to the session high, but knew he wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face long enough. Or maybe he would end up yapping their ear off. Who was to say?

Regardless, before he could really think any longer about it than he already had, out walked Dean Beau from their office.

“Ryan, good to see you here. How are you doing this week?” They greeted, a clipboard close to their chest as they looked down at him. He wanted to barf right there, or pretend he had the shits just to be able to get out of whatever condescending methods were about to be pulled on him.

His brows knitted together as he looked up at them, gently sighing as he stood up slowly.

It’s a good thing Dean Beau was patient and used to whatever stunts the guy usually pulled, just watching him and already starting to write something down on the clipboard as they started to lead into their office.

He took a seat on the couch, lounging back again with his legs spread open and back against the cushion. He had been in here plenty of times before already to not get himself acquainted, but that didn’t mean he was comfortable being here.

They also took a seat at their desk, setting down their clipboard and adjusting comfortably in their chair. “Looking at your report, your grades seem to be shaky, but your House assessment shows you’ve been adjusting well socially..”

Ryan was more aware than ever trying to keep his face as neutral as possible, even staring off looking around at the ground.

Dean Beau took a beat, letting the silence linger a moment before continuing.

“With that being said, it’s refreshing to hear you’ve at least built some rapport with your peers a little outside of what you’re normally comfortable with…”

Ryan dared not to look at them now, sensing what they were trying to hint at but not bothering to give them the reaction they were looking for.

Of course it was about Matt. It was always a topic they tried to push him into engaging with, and despite their best efforts, he never would.

“Well, with the few faces in your house you know already, it’s easier to step out of your comfort zone with those you feel comfortable with.. and I want you to keep making those steps..”

If only they knew what steps he was taking to get there.

The Dean’s forehead creased, looking down and beginning to write more with giving a small quiet pop to their mouth. “I’m aware that there are get-togethers that happen on Greek Row, and I’m not going to discourage it. It’s important to build comradery and establish relationships…”

His eyes flickered for a moment, almost reaching the desk, but looking back down at the carpet. When you looked close enough, you could see this weird pink fish thing with legs swimming under a lilypad in the pattern.

“However, it’s important to be aware of the obvious stressors that occur at these parties… especially when on a path such as sobriety..”

His expression shifted for a moment, only a second really, but it was honestly too undiscernible enough to not know what he was feeling. Whatever it was, it made his chest feel like it was in knots and his lungs closing in. This entire session, he felt like his throat was locked up, chains pressed around his vocal cords with the key lost in his muddled mind. He was lagging but on edge, craving a bump so that he could get through the rest of this session with zero regard.

Dean Beau was watching him now, it being clear in his composure that he was struggling and resisting frowning for his benefit.

“We… people care about you and want the best for your wellbeing. Despite progress or ‘getting better’, though that’s something to strive for, ultimately that all stems from their concern. Your progress is for you, but the actions you take affect others… Especially your loved ones…”

Ryan felt like he had lockjaw, mouth clasped shut tight. If there was any chance of him talking to them now, it blew right out the door that also seemed to have that pinky leggy fish on it. Now that he was looking, that fucking fish was everywhere in this room. He was surrounded! Almost choking up this pink legged freak at this point with how much was around him that he was noticing now. 

He wanted out of this room!

Dean Beau took another deep breath in, writing down one finally note before moving the clipboard aside. “I think that’s all that was necessary for today… I’m glad we could have this discussion together…”

Finally!! Quicker than he came into the room, he went right for the door.

“Ryan!”

But he was already out, quickly making his way back to the Gamma house while his fingers clawed at his shirt collar.

A sigh finally released deep within the Dean’s chest, sitting back in their chair delated.

“Nevermind, we’ll talk next week..”

[gynandromorph]

gray: hey guys I'm making a video game project it's hard but I'm learning a lot of new skills and slowly making progre-

Dupe: I'm BACK baby who wants to FUCK this BADGER

[carlos-in-glasses]

I've had a 3x13-related fic in progres for a while and hope to post it on ao3 at the end of the week! For now, there's a little Carlos section under the cut.

Carlos hasn't been swimming for a while. He's never used the gym pool in the evening before, and he’s pleasantly surprised by how serene and slightly dimly-lit the place is at this time of day. It has a hotel-like quality, with only a few older people getting on with their lengths. As they move through the water, gentle splashes echo coolly off the pale green tiles.

The lane at the far end of the pool becomes free. Carlos fixes on his goggles and gets his shoulders under – it’s a cold shock that wakes and thrills him. He launches off, arching into a butterfly stroke. Instantly, he enjoys the uplift of the water pushing back against his energy and the particular soothing sensation of low-impact fitness. He’s relieved he remembered the pair of trunks in his spare gym bag in the car. This is exactly where he needs to be.

As Carlos swims, he tries to empty his mind. He'd rather not think about TK and Cooper right now. Carlos knows he did the right thing in asking Cooper to show up during TK's hour of need, but it's still difficult for Carlos to imagine TK spilling his heart out about things that he hasn't yet told Carlos, and maybe never will – even though he understands there is a line with TK that only Cooper and fellow recovering addicts are reasonably able to cross. As TK pointed out, thank God Carlos doesn't understand what it’s like to be an addict, recovering or otherwise.

It sucks and hurts anyway that he can't make everything better.

And he doesn’t like the image of TK crying with Cooper, maybe even being held. Which he’s annoyed with himself for, because he feels like he should be happy for TK to express his emotions and find comfort anywhere.

He worries now that he never hugged TK enough when they learned Gwyn had passed.

He cuddled him all night that fist night, and of course many times since, and kissed away his salty tears so much he felt dehydrated – but to Carlos it still seems lacking. Insufficient. TK was crying on the couch earlier today when Carlos walked in and found him looking through old photo albums. He was too stunned by TK’s level of pain to reach for him.

Now he’s questioning if he’s done the right thing after all. What if it looks like he’s shunted TK off onto Cooper? What if TK thinks Carlos doesn’t know how to deal with him anymore, so he’s made him someone else’s problem while he goes for a happy swim?

He hopes TK will be fast asleep when he arrives home, so he can get into bed and snuggle him, and neither will need to discuss anything. Oh, he aches though. Sometimes a hug fixes everything, and sometimes a hug is utterly powerless. Sometimes a hug is all he feels like he's good for. 

When he arrives at the other end of the pool, Carlos propels off the edge and spins around slowly and beautifully, gliding back towards where he started, which in itself forms a thought he mulls over:

Starting points, end points, and all this deep blue water in between.

[calisthenicsgrow]

Unlocking Core Strength: A Comprehensive Guide to Calisthenics Core Workouts

Core strength is the foundation of every movement we make. Whether it's bending down to tie our shoes or lifting heavy objects, a strong core is essential for stability, balance, and overall physical performance. Calisthenics, a form of exercise that uses only body weight for resistance, offers an effective way to develop and strengthen the core muscles without the need for any equipment. In this guide, we'll explore the benefits of calisthenics core workouts, the key exercises to include in your routine, and how to progress as you advance in your fitness journey.

Benefits of Calisthenics Core Workouts:

Calisthenics core workouts offer numerous benefits beyond just strengthening the abdominal muscles. Here are some of the key advantages:

Functional Strength: Calisthenics exercises engage multiple muscle groups simultaneously, mimicking real-life movements. This functional approach to strength training not only enhances core strength but also improves overall physical performance in everyday activities and sports.

Improved Posture: A strong core is essential for maintaining proper posture and spinal alignment. By strengthening the muscles that support the spine, calisthenics core workouts can help alleviate back pain and reduce the risk of injuries associated with poor posture.

Enhanced Stability and Balance: Strong core muscles provide a solid foundation for balance and stability, whether you're performing complex movements or simply standing upright. By incorporating balance-challenging exercises into your calisthenics routine, you can further improve proprioception and coordination.

Increased Flexibility: Many calisthenics core exercises require a full range of motion, which can help improve flexibility and mobility in the spine and hips. This increased flexibility not only reduces the risk of injury but also allows for greater ease of movement in daily activities and workouts.

Key Calisthenics Core Exercises:

Now that we've covered the benefits, let's delve into some of the most effective calisthenics core exercises to include in your workout routine:

Plank Variations:

Standard Plank: Begin in a push-up position, with your hands directly beneath your shoulders and your body forming a straight line from head to heels. Hold this position for as long as possible, engaging your core and avoiding sagging or arching.

Side Plank: Lie on your side with your legs extended and stacked on top of each other. Prop yourself up on your forearm, elbow directly beneath your shoulder, and lift your hips until your body forms a straight line from head to heels. Hold for equal time on each side.

Plank with Leg Lift: From a standard plank position, lift one leg off the ground, keeping it straight and parallel to the floor. Hold for a few seconds before switching legs.

Hollow Body Hold:

Lie on your back with your arms extended overhead and your legs straight out in front of you. Engage your core and lift your arms, shoulders, and legs off the ground, forming a "hollow" shape with your body. Hold this position for as long as possible, keeping your lower back pressed into the floor.

Bicycle Crunches:

Lie on your back with your hands behind your head and your legs lifted, knees bent at a 90-degree angle. Alternately bring your left elbow towards your right knee while extending your left leg out straight, then switch sides in a pedaling motion. Continue alternating sides for the desired number of reps.

Leg Raises:

Lie on your back with your legs straight and your arms at your sides. Keeping your lower back pressed into the floor, lift your legs towards the ceiling until they form a 90-degree angle with your torso. Slowly lower them back down without letting them touch the ground, then repeat for the desired number of reps.

Progression and Programming:

As with any fitness routine, progression is key to continued improvement and avoiding plateaus. Here are some tips for progressing your calisthenics core workouts:

Increase Time Under Tension: Instead of simply increasing the number of reps, focus on slowing down the tempo of each exercise to increase time under tension. This will challenge your muscles more effectively and promote strength gains.

Add Resistance: Once you've mastered bodyweight exercises, you can increase the intensity of your workouts by incorporating resistance bands, ankle weights, or weighted vests. This added resistance will stimulate muscle growth and further enhance core strength.

Experiment with Advanced Variations: As you become more proficient with basic exercises, experiment with advanced variations to keep your workouts challenging and engaging. For example, you can try one-arm planks, dragon flags, or windshield wipers to target different areas of the core.

Focus on Progressive Overload: Progressive overload is the principle of gradually increasing the demands placed on the muscles over time. Whether it's by increasing reps, sets, resistance, or difficulty level, aim to progressively overload your muscles to continue making gains.

Conclusion:

Calisthenics core workouts offer a convenient and effective way to build strength, stability, and endurance in the core muscles using nothing but your own body weight. By incorporating key exercises like planks, hollow body holds, and leg raises into your routine and focusing on progressive overload, you can develop a strong and functional core that enhances your overall physical performance and quality of life. So, whether you're a beginner looking to improve your posture or an advanced athlete striving for peak performance, make calisthenics core training a priority in your fitness regimen.

[cliban]

AYE

Hi so to preface - I'm a sexual assault survivor who is DEEPLY uncomfortable with how Angel was treated in the show, by the show creators, and in general, and I've put a little bit into re-working him to still keep him relatively intact as the original Angel Dust, but portrayed in a way I feel would reflect a more interesting character. I also don't like Hazbin Hotel or Vivziepop very much lmao - I happen to be a trans guy.

Spoilers for the entirety of Hazbin Hotel, and CW for discussions of rape, other sexual assault, loss of autonomy, transphobia, and abuse.

Angel, in the rewrite I have going with Jay and co, is a sinner trapped in a bad contract with Valentino, that part stays enough the same. Valentino likes to use Angel's image as a porn star and as a trans man (another change - Angel literally just has breasts in the original but is still a cis man. Not to say that cis men cannot play with gender however they want, or that cis men cannot have breasts, but the sexualized nature of Angel's chest felt fetish-y to both transfems and transmascs) to portray the "perfect" sexual being.

Angel himself was initially all for it, as he quite enjoyed sex, sexuality, etc - He's a gay man that's invested in kink and bdsm, he thinks it's fun, etc. To note, he would be the only major character in this Hazbin rewrite who has an arc so sexually present - the others would be Asmodeus (obviously), Stolas (to outline his consent issues), and to a lesser extent Fizz (similar to Angel's autonomy issues, but less about the sex doll thing and more just.... Mammon's control), who are all more Helluva Boss centric. Anyway, to clear that up, most characters would not be as hypersexual as they are in the show lmao

Pre-show, Valentino has successfully marketed Angel as that perfect sexual being - a somewhat androgynous man with a vagina, feminine enough to have breasts but masculine enough to overall pass as male. Something for everyone. Angel is becoming slowly more dysphoric, but is banned from transitioning, and violence slowly creeps into his and Valentino's relationship as Angel starts to protest against some of the bullshit, but is, of course, shot down. By the time the show present rolls around, Angel is quite literally at his lowest point, and willing to take the free lodging just to get away at some points.

He initially presents as a very flirty, very porn-y person, extremely confident, thinks he's funny, more like he is in the pilot. Kind of a dick, feels very self-centered and acts like he's better than everyone because he's famous and a porn star. When Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Alastor, etc start very firmly rejecting any flirting he does, he starts spiraling a little in private, because "God, I pushed them too far, and that makes me just as bad if not worse than Valentino" and "If nobody actively wants me all the time, what worth do I even have?"

Those initial personality traits are mostly to get him by - People expect him to be a little flirty at least, so he dials it up. He can get away with seducing his way out of bad situations using his body and his reputation, and he does it so often that it becomes a very subconscious first nature thing to him.

Eventually, this leads up to my rewrite of episode 4, which is so long I put this under a cut lmao

Now I did like the aspect of Husk calling Angel out on his very fake demeanor, but there was absolutely 0 leadup to it, so I would push episode 4 over to a far later episode and have some scenes building up to it; We know Angel uses drugs to cope, and I assume that would extend to drinking, so Husk would just quietly start picking up on when those episodes happen (after porn shoots), the visible marks on Angel's body (physical violence from Valentino that he passes off as a bdsm shoot), all those little details that Husk would have picked up on from his gambling history. In any case, Husk wouldn't call out Angel in front of everyone because Angel would just. Back further away from any progress. Instead, I'd put Angel as trying to come onto Husk (possibly drug-induced state) and Husk calling him out there. Maybe Alastor or Charlie could overhear, to which Charlie decides to go Support Angel At Work (because she would be less. squeamish abt everything in the rewrite lol) and see how the business is run

In any case the scene of Charlie accidentally mucking things up - in this case she's just distracting actors because she's genuinely interested in people - and Valentino goes and whispers something inaudible to the audience to Angel, because Valentino has been friendly (not creepy like he is in the original ep) the entire time, and Angel's face just drops, but he goes over to tell her to sit down and the conversation escalates because Charlie's panicking that Angel's upset and Angel is panicking that Valentino's gonna take it out on him and now Charlie's upset, so it escalates to Charlie leaving.

After that night's shoot - which is Not depicted by the way, I want to make it very clear that that montage was literally a sexual assault/gangrape montage - Angel is visibly battered and if we have make the details clearer we can have an advertised scene or people talking about how good [that shoot] was, contrasted with Angel covering up and being uncomfortable. I'd rather have it implied not even because of discomfort but because leaving things up to implication can make the audience feel so much worse for him

then Angel enters the hotel and Charlie tries to talk to him about it in that bright cheery "how'd it go?!" and Angel is genuinely a dick to her. Like full on snapping at her. I think it's important to have Angel have some real assholish moments in the show, then have Valentino use that later in order to manipulate Angel further in another attempt to isolate him. Anyway Angel storms out and Charlie makes to go after him, but Husk goes wait. I'll do it. and because Charlie has had some scenes with Husk demonstrating his people-pacifying social skills to her before, she trusts him and passes along a message

Husk finds Angel at the same scene, schmoozing it up with some guys and letting them spike his drink. Husk drags Angel out again and asks why the fuck he'd let that happen. I'm not entirely sure how Angel would react, but his internal reasoning is that if he lets that happen, it's a more "real" form of assault on him. Valentino very clearly manipulates Angel's consent to the point where Angel is unsure if he's consented or not (he is not), and Angel deals with hypersexuality as a result of that. In this case, he'd go out and sleep with a bunch of ppl in very dubious consenting situations because 1. he is hypersexual and craves validation that is not from Valentino, which is easiest to access via sexual validation, 2. his self-worth is somewhat tied to how much he can serve others, or drugs, and both are of equal value to him, 3. if all else fails, he can point out that situation to himself as the most "valid" violation of his consent, and justify his godawful situation to himself, a "at least Valentino doesn't do this to me!"

Husk, being very good at people, goes yeah. okay. that's fucked. it's all fucked. you still need to apologize to charlie though. and Angel agrees because he was being a dick. But from there it opens up a dialogue of Charlie and Husk slowly getting through to Angel and eventually, when Charlie figures out the full extent of what Valentino is doing to Angel, she goes fucking feral. princess of hell an all that

If you have any questions feel free to ask, i guess! jfc that got long

Please tell me what is Angel Dust in your rewrite

@cliban wanna do the honors?

[sparklypinkie]

I wish I had more energy 😭😭 I do like 1 thing a day and draw for 30 min an then I'm like oooo so eepy and I HAVE to lay down to "nap" <- (it is never a nap)

[supernaturalgirl20]

The request: “this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “...i have been trying to do that for three years now.” [Idiots in love]

“Please please please don’t leave me please-”

[angst]

I think this may work together just fine and character is Frankie or Dieter. I can’t choose. It’s so hard.

The Note: I’m very happy you got to this milestone. Have been here with you from the begging. I see giant progres in your stories, your writing became so much better, character development is on another level since your start. Your stories making me very happy and you are one of the reasons I’m not lurker anymore and I actually made this blog for. I love your writing so much. I love you so much ♥️ I reread your Pero stories couple times actually but I’m pretty sure I read everything you wrote. So stay awesome and dream big 🥳 see you at the next milestone and I think you gonna hit it soon 😘

Your @little-mrs-morales 😘😘😘

My love thank you so so much for your kind words they have made my day, month, year 🥰 I went with Frankie on this one, hope you enjoy ☺️

Me & You

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), mentions of guns, death, angst, blood, fluff.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Walking along the crowded hall, the sound of your heart thumping loudly within your chest fills your ears. It’s been a year since you saw him. A year since you heard his deep baritone voice and it sent a nervous energy through you. For as long as you can remember, you’ve always liked Frankie - scrap that, you loved him. He’d been part of your team in the army and before that he was your brother's best friend.

A constant in your life until he wasn’t. He’d met Aria, and as things got more serious, you couldn’t sit by and watch. So you left. That was two years ago and although you weren’t ready to face him, Santi wasn’t giving you much of a choice. Standing outside the locker room you take in a deep breath - trying to calm your nerves - before slowly making your way inside.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Will says as he stands and pulls you into a hug. You missed Will. “Yeah, it’s been a while. Heard about Elaine, I’m sorry.” Will pulls back slightly, the smile on his face falling a little. “Shit happens. Besides, she deserves better than me.” You look at him with sympathy in your eyes, “ever the realist, Will.”

“You know me.” He looks up past your shoulder and jerks his head, “here’s your boy shortcake.” Why did you have to tell him about your feelings? Rolling your eyes at him you turn to find Benny strutting in, followed by a tired looking Frankie. “Well fuck me, shortcake it’s been a while.” You snort a laugh as he wraps his arms around you and swings you around. “In your dreams, Benny.”

“Oh you’ve been the main attraction in my dreams quite a lot, shortcake.” You hit him on the chest playfully as Frankie steps around him to stand before you. His brown eyes take you in before pulling you into him, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close. God you missed him. Taking a deep breath your senses are consumed by his scent. Cedarwood, a hint of spice and something entirely him.

You both stay like that until someone clears their throat, and you pull apart awkwardly. “You can catch up with my lil sis later Fish, first we’ve business to discuss,” Santi says as he claps him on the back before pulling him into a hug.

Frankie comes to stand beside you as Santi fills you all in on the job. “If Tom's in, I’m in,” Will says standing, before he walks towards Benny. “You know I’m in,” Benny says as he stretches. Santi turns his gaze towards you and Frankie, waiting for your answer. “Someone’s gotta keep an eye on you,” you tease as you push away from the lockers, “I’m in.”

You leave, catching up to Will and Benny, Frankie and Santi following behind. You can hear their conversation, something about Frankie being suspended over a coke charge. What the hell happened? Standing outside the main arena, Frankie comes up behind you as you all wait to go in - his hand moves to rest on the small of you’re back.

A warmth seeps into you from his touch and you glance up at him - his brown eyes already on you, a smile spread over his face. ‘BENNY MILLER’. His name being called vaguely registers with you as you stare up at the man you're desperately in love with. “Come on, Bonita. Let’s go support this idiota.”

***

Frankie sat beside you and you both spent almost the entire fight catching up. God you really had missed him. “You really think this is gonna be as easy as Santi is making out?” Shrugging your shoulders, you release a sigh, “definitely not. This is my brother we’re talking about, he undersells everything.” He laughs as he takes a sip of his beer. Your legs are touching and it sends a shiver down your spine.

You watch the fight for a little bit before you feel the heat of his gaze on you. Turning your head a little, you find him looking at you. “You look really good, hermosa. You’ve always looked good.” A blush makes its way up your neck and settles on your cheeks. “Seeing anyone?”

A nervous laugh passes your lips as you fiddle with your hair. “It sounds like you're flirting with me Morales,” you say teasingly as you turn your gaze back to the fight. “I’ve been trying to flirt with you for years, you just never noticed.” You freeze, sitting back straight as you turn your gaze to him. Frankie is looking at you now with a hint of something in his eyes that you can’t place. Love, lust, who knows.

“Yeah right!” You nudge him and he places his hand along your thigh and you gulp. “I’ve liked you for years Y/N, just never thought you felt the same. Then Aria came along and you went MIA, thought I’d done something wrong but Benny told me about how you felt and I…I dumped her. Tried calling you but you ignored me.”

“You’re serious right now? Frankie I left because I couldn’t take seeing you all loved up with her, Benny was right. I’ve loved you since high school.”

“You love me?” It’s too late to go back now. “Yeah, I love you.” Frankie crashes his lips to yours completely forgetting that Tom and Santi are sitting the other side of him. Every inch of your skin burned with the need to be touched by him. Your hands skimmed over his chest and into his hair and he growled into your mouth. A cough bursts your bubble and you pull apart, embarrassment flows through you both.

“As much as I’m delighted you two finally have admitted your feelings, please don’t touch my sister like that in front of me,” Santi teases. Frankie doesn’t take his eyes off you the entire time and you feel hot under his gaze. Leaning into you, his breath hot on your skin he whispers, “wanna get out of here?” You can’t speak so you simply nod and you both stand, shuffling past Tom and Santi.

“Atta boy Fish, go get some,” Benny shouts as he sees you both holding hands and leaving. “Oh Jesus!” If you weren’t embarrassed before you are now. Frankie wraps his arm around you and you bury your face into his chest. “Benny! Seriously man, that’s my sister.” Frankie opens the passenger door and helps you into his truck before running around and hopping in. “Think it’s best if we go to mine,” Frankie says as he turns on the ignition.

“Yeah, sounds good. I’m not really in the mood to have Santi interrupt us.” His hand snakes over to your thigh, “yeah me neither.”

***

Frankie slams his front door shut behind him with his foot as he stalks you backwards into his kitchen. Like a hunter chasing his prey.

Quick as lightning, he grabs your ass, lifting you onto the table. He steps between your legs, and kneels as a servant would for his master. His hands trail up along your calves as he teases you. Lips skimming the inside of your thighs before his mouth found your core. Your back arches off the table and your breath hitches as he works his tongue into you. His moustache along with the light facial hair, creates a delicious friction.

“Oh fuck, Frankie.” He groans into your core and the vibrations send a spark of pleasure through you. He lifts his head, his tongue licking his lips as your cunt flutters around nothing. “Taste so fucking sweet, Bonita.”

“Fuck Frankie, your so good at that,” you breathe out as you lean up on your elbows. “Need to be inside now, Bonita. Come on.” He helps you up and carries you to his room where he rids you both of your clothes. Laying you back in the bed, he nestled himself between your thighs and you can feel the hard length of him pressed against your core. He slowly pushed inside and you both groaned as you stretched to accommodate him.

He feels so good but it’s not enough, you need more. Pushing on his chest you straddle his waist, grabbing his cock and lining it up before slowly sinking down onto him. Oh! His hands grip your hips as you begin to move above him - hips rocking over him. Sitting up he pulls your nipple into his mouth as he grabs you tight, pushing you down onto him.

“Oh Frankie I’m…I’m gonna..”

“That’s it baby…come on my cock. Want to feel you soak me. Waited so long.”

“Oh fuck…Frankie…oh fuck.” You shudder in his arms as your cunt clenched around him - his trusts becoming erratic- sending him over the edge. “Where?” A groan escapes your lips as he thrusts up into you at a brutal pace. “Inside…I’m safe and on the pill.”

“Ngh! Fuck baby.” He comes hard coating your walls with a cry of your name. He brushes hair off your face and captures your lips in a soft kiss before laying back - pulling you with him. His soft cock slips out of you and you nestle into his side.

“I can’t believe we waited this long, we could have having mind blowing sex all this time.” Frankie chuckles as he kisses the top of your head. “Well, we’re together now, that’s all that matters. When we get back from Columbia, I’m taking you out for dinner, if you want?”

“I’d love that.”

***

The mission in Columbia was going great, until it wasn’t. Everything had gone to shit once Frankie had to make an emergency landing. Tom was dead and you were shot, badly. You didn’t say anything at first, not wanting anyone to worry - it was only a small wound, the bullet went through but you were beginning to feel dizzy.

Benny had gone on ahead to scout out the town and see if your boat had arrived, leaving just you, Santi, Will and Frankie. Frankie had set up the packs so you could all use them as pillows and you were lying beside him when you felt yourself drift. The guys had been talking about how many people they’d killed but you just couldn’t stay awake anymore.

“How many have you killed shortcake?” The guys waited for you to answer but when you didn’t, Frankie looked over at you and sat up abruptly startling the other two. “What’s wrong, Fish?”

“Y/N? Hey baby, wake up.” He said as he began to wake you. When you didn’t respond he felt your pulse and all colour drained from his face. “She’s not breathing. Fuck,” he cursed loudly as he drew his hand away, noticing it was drenched in blood. He ripped at your clothes and saw the bullet wound on your side.

“When did she get shot?” Santi and Will are beside him now, Santi calling out your name - hoping you’ll wake up. “Where’s the med bag?” Will shouts and when no one answers he shouts again. “Fish, med bag - now. We need to stop the bleed.”

He pointed towards it and he sat on the ground pulling you to him, sobbing. ““Please please please don’t leave me, please- baby I can’t live without you, not when I just got you.” Santi pats him in the back before Will works on your wound. Frankie can’t watch. He buries his face in your neck and he prays. Prays to whoever or whatever is out there that you live, that you wake up and he gets to spend the rest of his life with you.

Santi pulls out the mini defibrillator and after two shocks you stutter out a breath. “Fuck baby, you scared me.” Frankie cries as he kisses your lips frantically. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, you hear,” Santi says as he tries to hold back the tears.

“I’m…I’m sorry…didn’t want to worry everyone…not…not after Tom..” Frankie rocks back and forth with you cradled in his arms. “Shh, baby it’s ok. You're alive, that’s all that matters. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You rest against him and you can feel yourself grow tired. “Hey, no sleeping, not yet. Come on we gotta get home,” Will says standing and gathering his things. Frankie grabs what he can and then helps you stand as you all slowly make your way to Benny.

***

You’d all made it and the first thing Frankie and Santi made you do was go to the local hospital. They cleaned up your wound and gave you antibiotics and painkillers and you felt a thousand times better. Anything was better than being dead.

Now as you all sit around the table with the solicitor, Will and Benny decide to give their share to Molly and the girls. Frankie looks at you and when you nod your head he does the same but Santi and the boys stop you both. “No. Shortcake, you almost died, that money is as much yours. You and Frankie keep your share and build that life together. Milky will have enough with all our shares.” You can feel the tears build behind your eyes, “are you guys sure?”

“Positive. Now we’re headed out, we’ll see you guys back stateside.” Both miller boys leave the room and then Santi says his goodbyes. “Where are you heading?” A smile spreads across his face, “oh, you know I hear Australia is nice this time of year.” You both hug and then he claps Frankie in the back, whispering something into his ear.

Then it’s just the two of you. He stares at you then, eyes filled with love and adoration as he wraps his arms around you. “We're never doing this again. Ever! I almost lost you.” A contented sigh passes your lips as you breathe in his scent. He smells like home. “You didn’t, I’m here and I promise I’m not going anywhere. Now let’s go home, you owe me dinner.” You can feel the rumble of his laugh before he grabs your chin gently. “I love you so much and I can promise you I’m never letting you go, not now, not ever.”

“You better not Morales.” He twines your finger together, “come on, let’s go home.”

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Just Another Day

Alcina Dimitrescu x She/Her Reader

A/N: I started this one in August. I like this one more now than when I had initially wrote it so that’s a nice surprise. Love it when that happens. I just really like how I wrote Cassandra in this one. I’d probably consider this to be more of a, ‘reader spends time with her adopted children than the love interest’, but they get a couple nice moments too. Hope you like it, Happy New Year! Word Count: 3,364

(Y/n) stirred awake, blindly swiping her hand across the mattress and sighing when her efforts met no resistance. Slowly she sat up in the massive bed and stretched, gaining the attention of her wife who had just finished applying her makeup.

“Good morning.” Alcina called softly from the vanity, her golden eyes meeting (Y/n)’s through the mirror. The left corner of her lips pulling upwards after she finished applying her lipstick.

“Good morning.” (Y/n) greeted in turn. She dangled her feet over the edge of the bed and descended the stepping stool to reach the floor below and padded over to Alcina.

She grinned as Alcina’s arms enveloped her and hugged her close, a soft kiss planted on the top of her head before Alcina’s chin rested there.

“Did you sleep well?” The Lady of the Castle asked, her fingers skimming soothing lines over the smaller woman’s back.

“Yes, I feel great.” (Y/n) confirmed, sinking into Alcina’s hold. “And you? The wine shipment deadlines aren’t stressing you too terribly are they?”

“Not at all my dear,” Alcina pulled back to look down at her wife, “everything is going just as planned.”

“I’m glad.” (Y/n) said, cupping Alcina’s cheek, “Do you have time to join the girls and I for breakfast this morning?”

Alcina sighed, “I’m afraid not my love, but I promise to be back for dinner.”

“That will be nice. The girls and I will look forward to it.”

“As will I.” Alcina said, as she leaned down to kiss her lips a touch too chastely for (Y/n)’s liking. “I must be going to the vineyard now. There is still much to be done if I’m to keep my promise.”

(Y/n) hugged Alcina around the neck, taking full advantage of the fact that Alcina was still sitting at the vanity, and gave the vigneron a much more involved kiss before pulling back with a smirk. A rumble sounded in Alcina’s throat, the fingers that had been lightly scratching between the human’s shoulder blades had migrated to grip her hip possessively instead.

“Cheeky little thing, aren’t you?” Alcina said, trying her best to sound unamused.

(Y/n) shrugged her shoulders and Alcina rolled her eyes before rising to her full height. She fixed her hat atop her head and glided past (Y/n) towards the door, but not before mussing (Y/n)’s hair in a condescending way that she knew would drive her lover crazy. She chuckled as her wife batted away her hand and bent over to exit the room. (Y/n) quickly forgot about the jab at her height in favor of watching Alcina go with a sigh. How could she make fitting through a door too small for her look so attractive?

With one last knowing smirk and a wave of her fingers, Alcina rose back to her full height, making her head and shoulders disappear above the door frame. The last thing (Y/n) saw of her was the white of her dress and the flash of a black leather glove pulling the door closed. With that, (Y/n) made her way into the bathroom to start her own morning routine.

After (Y/n) got ready for the day, she began descending the staircase and greeted a few of the maids she saw along the way. Ever since she and Alcina had gotten more seriously involved, (Y/n) had managed to create a better relationship between the family and staff. It was hard work, but the atmosphere was certainly lighter since (Y/n) began speaking out on behalf of the staff. Casualties and general antagonism had gone way down.

Alcina couldn’t believe the improvements such changes had on the work ethic of their employees. (Y/n) would have rolled her eyes and fired off some sarcastic comments, but she hadn’t wanted to jeopardize the progress she had made. At that point, it had still been early enough in their relationship that she had to keep her wits about her. Now however, she wouldn’t think twice about smacking Alcina upside the head with some perspective. Have you ever seen a nine foot tall vampiric woman get shy after being scolded by her spouse? Unfairly adorable.

The girls had been harder to convince at first. They were less than pleased with the effect (Y/n) had on their mother and that had led to a couple attempts on her life that were thinly veiled under the guise of ‘accidents’, but after a very firm, yet open discussion with Alcina, the girls gradually warmed up.

They had been particularly surprised with the changes that occurred in the absence of their violence against the staff. Of course there would always be those who would never want to grow close to the ladies, but after some time, they had developed some meaningful relationships much to their own delight and wonder.

They couldn’t ignore their nature, however. The need for blood and the thrill of the chase ached in their bodies. (Y/n) saw fit to enlighten them about the criminal haven the village had become and told the girls that it would do everyone good if they just... disappeared. They didn’t need to be told twice or even more directly. They got the message if the near manic grins on their faces were anything to go by.

The girls took great pleasure in hunting down the less than savory characters that resided in the village since the staff became off limits. Well, except in instances of treachery, that could not be taken lightly. Even (Y/n) couldn’t make Alcina yield on that order. Not that she found a reason to.

Ah, speaking of the girls, (Y/n) could hear one whirring closer so she paused near the bottom of the stairs and looked up to where she had come from just moments ago, smiling up at her middle daughter as she formed near the top banister.

“Mom, have you seen my sickle?”

“The one I saw embedded in the east wall of the foyer yesterday?” (Y/n) asked, unfazed.

“No, my favorite one. The one with the squishy yellow grip. I can’t find it anywhere.” Cassandra huffed.

“I’m afraid I haven’t seen it darling, did you check the dungeons?”

“Yeah. I looked there first.”

“Under your bed?”

“Why would it be under my bed?”

“Trust me, Cassa. I’d be surprised if that’s not the only thing you’d find in that pocket dimension you have going on under there.” (Y/n) laughed.

“Ugh, fine.” Cassandra groaned before dispersing into her swarm and flying back to her room.

“Be sure to come down for breakfast!” (Y/n) called after her before continuing down the stairs. She hardly reached the marble floor before Bela rushed up to her in a nervous flutter.

“Mom,” she said, a mixture of relief and fear laced her tone, “I don’t think I can do my recital tomorrow. I keep messing up the chords, I sound terrible!”

“Oh honey, you’re just nervous. I’ve never heard anyone play the cello as lovely as you can. I’m sure you’re going to do an amazing job.” (Y/n) comforted.

“It needs to be perfect!” Bela sniffed, “I really want to impress you and mother tomorrow, but I can’t do that if I mess up!”

“Bela, look at me.” (Y/n) coaxed, taking hold of Bela’s hands. She and her sisters may have been bloodthirsty immortals, but they acted very much as the young women they appeared to be.

“You could never disappoint me or your mother by playing a few sour notes. We couldn’t be more proud of you.” (Y/n) squeezed Bela’s cold hands, “Besides, I’ve heard Donna and Angie are also looking forward to hearing you play.”

“Oh no!” Bela blanched, “How could I forget. Please mamă, tell them not to come!”

“Now Bela, have faith in yourself. You’ve been practicing for weeks. What if I come sit in with you after we eat breakfast? We can work through it together and if you still really don’t want to go through with it, then we’ll push it off or cancel it all together, alright?”

“Okay.” Bela nodded after a moment, seeming to have calmed down some, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you my dear. Now come along, breakfast waits for no woman.” (Y/n) said with a dramatically clenched fist, making Bela crack a smile as they continued on to the dining room together.

Upon entering the room, (Y/n) was swarmed by Daniela looking for affection which she happily supplied the youngest daughter.

“Good morning mamă and Bela too!” Daniela greeted.

“Good morning sweetheart.”

“Will mother be joining us this morning?” Daniela asked, her tone hopeful and her eyes aglow.

“I’m afraid not, Dani. However, she promised to be back for dinner.”

“Hmm, alright I guess.” Daniela began to sulk only to break into a fit of giggles when (Y/n) hugged her close and tickled her sides until Dani dissolved into a haze of flies and sped over to her chair.

“I found it!” Cassandra cackled as she glided into the dining room, swinging the sickle around her.

“Cassandra, stop swinging that around, you’ll gouge someone’s eye out.” (Y/n) scolded.

“Would that really be so terrible?” Cassandra grumbled and rolled her eyes, but still set the sickle down on the table.

They all took their seats and a few maids came in to serve them. (Y/n) thanked and dismissed the maids before smiling fondly at her daughters digging into the flesh on their plates before cutting into her own food.

Once they had finished their meals (Y/n) beckoned Cassandra and Daniela over with the crook of a finger and Bela snickered to herself as (Y/n) washed the blood off of her sisters’ messy faces like they were young children. After they had cleaned up, (Y/n) and Daniela walked with Bela to the music room while Cassandra went back to the dungeons to ‘play’ with the man she had reaped from the village a week ago. It was quite the catch and Cassandra was more than happy to give the wife beater a taste of his own medicine.

(Y/n) sat on the couch near the piano and patted Daniela’s hair when she placed her head in (Y/n)’s lap to read a book. Bela set up her sheet music and did a few scale exercises before meeting (Y/n)’s eye to let her know she was ready to begin.

“I’m listening Bela, please begin.” (Y/n) encouraged over Daniela’s purring and rapid page turning. (Y/n) often found herself wondering how much of the actual story the girl retained when she read so fast.

Bela nodded and took the bow in her shaky fingers, playing an unusually upbeat tune compared to the hauntingly lonely pieces she seemed to gravitate towards. When she finished, (Y/n) lightly clapped and eagerly told Bela what a good job she did.

“Honey, that was very nice. It’s a very different composition from what you normally practice. Is that perhaps the reason you seem so unsure of yourself?”

“Maybe...” Bela sighed, “I just wanted to try something different but, well, it’s way more out of my comfort zone than I thought.”

“I like it,” Daniela spoke up, eyes never leaving her book, “it’s bouncy.”

“Yes, I agree with your sister. It may be out of your comfort zone but you play it beautifully. I’m sure your mother and everyone else in attendance will be pleasantly surprised and enchanted.”

“Do you really believe so?” Bela asked, absently running her fingers over the smooth wood on the cello’s neck.

“I know so. You can eat me if I’m wrong.” (Y/n) joked, calling back to a point years ago when she and the daughters still didn’t quite get along. They used to taunt her mercilessly as she did her work around the castle. Now, Bela had the mind to look away bashfully and twiddle with the bow in her fingers at the mention of her and her sisters’ days of terror.

Daniela merely giggled and teasingly snapped her teeth at (Y/n)’s fingers before sucking herself back into her book.

“Mom, have you seen my eighteenth century English navy cannon?” Cassandra walked in, tracking blood onto the floor. “I seem to have misplaced it.”

“How did you misplace a whole cannon?” Bela asked incredulously.

“Mind your own business, Bela.” Cassandra said defensively.

“Check under your bed again darling.” (Y/n) suggested.

“Yeah, maybe if you quit shoving things under there for later you’d know where all your stuff is, and maybe others’ belongings too.” Daniela added snidely.

“What’s your problem?” Cassandra scoffed.

“I’m still waiting for you to return two books to the library that I wanted to read.” Daniela said, snapping her book closed.

“I’m still reading them.” Cassandra replied, arms crossed.

“It’s been twenty-eight years! Those books have been shoved under that black hole you call a bed longer than mamă has lived here! It took mother less time to fall in love with her and marry her!” Dani said, throwing up her arms.

“Well fine then. You can have them, but you’ll have to find them yourself.” Cassandra replied cooly.

“Cassandra,” (Y/n) began, her tone portraying every bit the part of the disciplinary, yet fair mother the girls have come to love, “I do believe it’s time that you took care of that mess.”

“I’ll ask a maid to get right on it then.” Cassandra shrugged.

“No darling, it’s your mess, you sort it out.”

“But mom...” Cassandra whined, “I’ve got a man-thing downstairs I want to obliterate.”

“The man-thing can wait.” (Y/n) said, “If you require assistance I shall help you.”

“I’ll come too.” Daniela declared before standing up. “If only to make sure you haven’t destroyed my books.” She gave Cassandra a pointed look that made the middle child roll her eyes.

“Bela, do you want to come?” (Y/n) asked.

“I think I’ll practice awhile longer. Keep an eye out for my wool sweater though, will you please?”

“For the last time, I don’t have it!” Cassandra flung her arms wide with exasperation.

“We’ll keep an eye out.” (Y/n) whispered to the eldest.

***

“Oh hey,” Cassandra’s voice sounded from under her bed, pleased, “I found my cannon.”

“Yeah, and about fifty billion other things.” Daniela jeered, clutching an old star map and one of the books she had been looking for close to her chest.

“Ew, Cassandra that arm is as shriveled as a raisin.” The youngest added, kicking the old limb into the throw away pile. (Y/n) knew it must have been bad if even Daniela found it disgusting.

“How is it going in here?” Bela asked, stepping into the room. It had been several hours since they had started the process and the eldest decided to check on their progress. She blinked in surprise at the mountains of junk that were strewn across the floor.

“It’s a process.” (Y/n) sighed. “Found your sweater though.”

“I knew it.”

“Incoming!” Cassandra warned, giving (Y/n) and Daniela just enough time to leap away before the cannon came shooting out from under the bed. How did that even fit under there in the first place?

With Bela’s extra pair of hands, the four made a slightly bigger dent in their progress and worked well into the afternoon. They enlisted the help of a couple of maids to clear away the trash for them as they continued to sort through everything.

“There you all are,” Lady Dimitrescu called from the doorway, leaning down to enter the room fully, “I’ve been searching for— sweet Mother Miranda, Cassandra, what in the hell is all going on in here?!”

“It’s worse than we thought mother.” Bela spoke up from under a pile of borrowed clothes, “Cassandra is an extreme hoarder and kleptomaniac. We’ve been working all day and she still has things under there.”

“Shut up, Bela.” Cassandra grunted. A rusted rifle swung out from under the bed and hit Bela’s feet.

“It has been equal parts fun and disturbing!” Daniela chimed in, adding more items to her own piles for the library and her room. “My favorite part was finding the rat king!”

“Daniela sweetheart, we agreed never to speak of it again for my own sanity.” (Y/n) rubbed her temples, shuddering at the image that may never leave her mind again.

“Sorry mamă.”

“Well,” Alcina cleared her throat, “it’s nearing dinner time so how about a break? I’ve been missing my girls.”

“Yeah, I could eat.” Cassandra affirmed, poking her head out from under the bed. She was absolutely covered in cobwebs and dust.

Alcina gave her middle child a tired look. “Perhaps wash up first please, my dears.”

“Fair enough.” Cassandra sighed, pulling a dismembered finger free from her hair and flicking it across the room.

“See you soon mother!” Daniela waved. Then she dashed out of the door, her arms full of little treasures that belonged in her room.

“I look forward to dinning together with everyone accounted for.” Bela nodded diplomatically before heading to her own room. Her arms were also filled with her belongings.

“Come my love, you did not make it out of this unscathed.” Alcina chuckled, half heartedly dusting off (Y/n)’s shoulder.

“A bath does sound really good.” (Y/n) agreed. She followed Alcina out of Cassandra’s room and went to their own. As (Y/n) ran the water and undressed, Alcina appreciated the view and sat beside her as she bathed.

“Did you have a good day, draga?” Alcina asked, mindlessly skimming a finger through the bath water.

“Mm, it was... eventful.” (Y/n) laughed, “It’s always nice to spend time with the girls though. I only wish you could’ve been there.”

“I know dear. It’s been hard preparing the wine for shipment, but the worst of it is done now. I’m all yours until the next season.” Alcina smiled, leaning over to kiss (Y/n)’s exposed neck.

“Are you now?” (Y/n) grinned, catching Alcina’s idle hand in her own. “Then perhaps you’d like to join the girls and I after dinner when we continue where we left off with Cassandra’s mess?”

“There’s nearly a half century’s worth of debris in that room. I would rather not.” Alcina shook her head, “Wouldn’t you rather spend the night in our bedroom relaxing together after a long day?”

“Relaxing, is that what they’re calling it now?” (Y/n) asked cheekily, earning a warning look from her wife.

“Hush you.” Alcina said, pinching her wife’s cheek.

Once everyone was clean, they met in the dinning room and ate a hearty meal as a family. If there was one thing the Dimitrescus’ valued, it was the quality time they spent together. Afterwards, everyone went back to Cassandra’s room (even Alcina, begrudgingly) and finished clearing out the underside of Cassandra’s bed.

Luckily, Alcina found purpose in tagging along when she hastily cradled her wife in one arm to avoid an emaciated lycan that came tearing out from under the bed with a quick, ‘heads up’ from Cassandra. With her free arm, Alcina’s claws quickly tore the poor beast to ribbons and (Y/n) was not allowed out of Alcina’s reach after that.

They decided to finish sorting tomorrow after Bela’s recital and retired to their separate rooms for the night. But not before wishing each other a round of sweet goodnights. Cassandra had other plans and hoisted her cannon up over her shoulder before hauling it to the dungeons with barely contained excitement. Daniela followed behind, wanting to see what would happen to the man-thing while Bela went back to the music room to practice a little longer before bed.

Alcina took (Y/n) back to their room and pulled her into her arms the second their bodies hit their bed. Alcina nuzzled her face into (Y/n)’s neck near the single scarred over bite mark, making her giggle and squirm. The Lady of the Castle’s golden eyes softened and she stole her wife’s lips in a passionate kiss. One thing was for certain, Alcina would do anything to keep her children and spouse happy and safe in her castle.

“I love you, ‘Cina.” (Y/n) smiled, lazily dragging her finger tips over Alcina’s arm.

“I love you as well, my heart.” She whispered back. Then she leaned in for another kiss, running a powerful yet gentle hand over (Y/n)‘s side.

[trinoxtrinox]

Thirst for Knowledge

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Order. Prompt: Thirst

Summary: New experiments are being done in the Fenton Basement Laboratory, and with that new data will be brought up.

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Jack and Maddie Fenton were both working down in the lab right now, Maddie doing a chemical titration with some ectoplasm in a beaker and burette filled with a strong alkaline solution; all the while Jack was in another desk, measuring how ectoplasm refracts light using a spectrophotometer, measuring the sample in both glass cuvettes and quartz cuvettes, the samples being crystallized ectoplasm, liquid ectoplasm and gaseous ectoplasm, the last which was sealed in the cuvettes in order to avoid any leakage of it.

“How are your samples going honey?” Maddie asked not lifting her gaze from the beaker, one hand holding it and constantly mixing it with the alkaline solution that was dropping slowly from the burette, which was being controlled with her other hand so that only drops were being dropped in an interval of 3 drops per second.

“They’re great Mads, and with the help of the Fenton Spectrophotometer everything is going peachy as well. Adding that accessory for solid samples as a permanent feature was a brilliant idea” replied Jack as he put one of the crystals inside the machine, before closing it and turning it on, waiting for the results to come out.

“Oh that’s good to know dear, adding that to the machine wasn’t easy after all”

“You tell me about it, I had to rebuild the original Spectrophotometer like 5 different times, and we ended up buying a new one because that old model was too abused with my hands working on it.”

“Well, when you managed to do it at the first try on the new model we bought then you did us a big favor, those things can be expensive, and by keeping it inside of it we can make sure that it’ll never go missing.”

“That’s for sure at least. How are you doing with your titration by the way?”

“Everything’s fine here, nearing the expected equivalence point for normal ectoplasm, so I have to be extra careful now.”

“I’ll shut up now and let you focus then.”

“Thanks Ja-Oh” the sample in Maddie’s hand began turning from neon green to orange, however it soon faded back into green. “One or two more drops should do the trick.” And with that, one more drop was added. The color orange remained for a few seconds longer yet it still disappeared with time and the movement of Maddie’s hand, and as such one more drop was added to the sample, now remaining color orange after a whole minute of missing and spinning the sample. “Alright, I’m done with it.”

“That’s great Mads, I’m just putting the last sample of gaseous ectoplasm in the quartz cuvette and then I’ll be done here as well.”

“Alright, I can’t wait to read the results,” the mother stood up and began putting all of the used samples and chemicals used in a container beside the table she was working on, “I’ll begin cleaning my table meanwhile, you should start as well since you’re finishing your experiment as well.”

“Great idea Mads, we don’t want the kids nor any spook to grab any of these after all.” And with that he began cleaning his table as well. Granted his station was cleaner than Maddies on virtue of him working with minuscule samples, unlike Maddie who had to use various milliliters of samples and alkaline solutions in order to do everything. The Fenton Spectrophotometer pinged and Jack put the containers of ectoplasm back where they belonged, then checked on the results, wrote them down and finally took out the last sample before getting rid of it in the appropriate ways.

“Well then, let’s check the results already,” an excited Jack walked to the computer of the lab and began inputting all the data collected into it, letting it all load before adding the next set of results, “What were your results honey?”

“Here, let me type them for you,” Maddie positioned herself besides Jack and began typing her own results in another program to avoid mixing them up, and once both of them put them in, they began comparing them to the previously collected data.

“Mads, is it my imagination or does your ectoplasm sample seem more acidic than normal?”

“That’s not your imagination Jack, I collected those samples with the Specter Speeder from deeper in the Ghost Zone than we’re used to traveling to. There was this river of ectoplasm that I was too curious to leave alone.”

“Well that’s amazing, I wonder what was so different from that ectoplasm that was able to take the form of a river and why it was as acidic as it seems to be according to the results.”

“Not to mention that somehow it was able to stand out between all the ambient ectoplasm of the ghost zone as well.”

“Yeah, I wonder about that. One would think that it wouldn’t be able to stand out like that, but then again Ice and water can be differentiated easily enough.”

“True, but that’s usually because there’s air molecules stuck between the expanded hydrogen bonds that bond the water molecules, thus giving them the extra white inside of them, allowing them to see at a glance the difference between each of them.”

“That suggests that ectoplasm has impurities in it depending on the state of it. Oh I’m getting excited already thinking what kind of discoveries we’ll do with this information, I wonder if there’s pure ectoplasm being naturally formed in the Ghost Zone? Is the air of the Zone pure ectoplasm or would liquid or solid ectoplasm be the pure one? What about plasmic ectoplasm?”

“Well, there are many questions there, but not enough data to get answers. Shall we see your results now and compare them to the ones you’ve made before?”

“Sure thing Mads, I can’t wait to see how that crystalized sample we got last night will compare with the liquid and gaseous ectoplasm.”

“... Well, there’s certainly a difference in the refraction value given by the solid form of ectoplasm, but if that’s because it’s in the form of a crystal or because solid ectoplasm is like that we don’t know yet.”

“Yeah, this is the only sample of solid ectoplasm we’ve managed to collect thus far after all. If only we knew how that was made to replicate it and make more tests on it”

“If only, but that won’t stop us regardless, right Jack?”

“You’ve said it Mads, a Fenton never gives up after all!”

“Mmmhhh, hey Jack, have you thought of doing this experiment on some particles of crystals suspended in gaseous ectoplasm?”

“What are you thinking about honey?”

“Well, if humans can use steam and silver particles for magic tricks, then who’s to say that isn’t something ghosts do to fool our instruments?”

“MADDIE YOU’RE A GENIUS, I’LL GET ON IT RIGHT NOW,” and with that the wall of a man ran towards the crystal of ectoplasm, let it on a table and went up to the kitchen, returning with the cheese grater, ready to turn a part of the ectoplasmic crystal to dust.

[zmayadw]

Evening to all :)

Time for the next part :)

Have a nice evening :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 10

I woke up with a terrible taste in my mouth. I had no clue what time was it, but the sun was out already, making me squint my eyes. I got in sitting position slowly, banging in my head intensifing with every move i made. Ugh, i'm never drinking again, i scolded myself. Squinting, I focused on the little alarm clock that was on the night stand. 10.34. Whoa, i cant remember the last time i slept this long. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. I filled the glass with wather, rinsing my mouth a few times before gulping down two glasses. My stomach growled at it, i just hoped not to throw up .Taking a shower would be a wise thing to do, so i just threw the clothes i had off and entered the shower. The warm water felt good, i just let it pour over me for a while. I wrapped myself in the towel taking some painkillers for the headache. Getting back to the room, i dressed up, and sat on the bed. I felt a bit better, but still not enough. Coffee, i tought, thats what i need now. I got up, going for the purse i threw on the floor when i got in, searching for my phone. Shit, i cursed, it wsnt there. I checked every pocket, even Jake's hoodie, but my phone was nowhere to be found. Crap, i probably left it at a the Aurora last night, when Jessy and me wer taking pictures. Or at lest i hoped so. Well, i was going for coffee, so i could stop at the Aurora eitherway. I grabbed my backpack with drawing stuff. Who knows, i might be up for some drawing, no matter I still felt woozy from last night drinking. I putted my sneakers on, grabed my stuff and car keys. Walking wasnt an option this time, i wasnt feeling well enough for it.

When i parked my car infront of the Aurora, I saw Dan's car was still there. I smiled as i left the car, guess i wasnt the only one sleeping late today. I hoped Phil was there already, and my phone too. I entered the Aurora, relieved at the sight of Phil behind the bar. I was washed with the smell of coffee, and as i neared the bar, I pleadingly said to him, sitting on the stool „Please, please, please, tell me i'm not wrong and that is coffee i can smell.“ Phil turned arround , not noticing me when i entered. He grinned at me „You are most definitly right! Would you like some?“ „Yes, pretty please.“ I said, as i putted my hand on the bar, and leaned my head on it as on a pillow. Phil chuckled at me „Want any sugar with it? Or milk?“ „Yes, please.“ I replied, and he vanished through the storage doors. He returned with a big cup of coffe putting it infront of me. I rised my head, took the cup, taking a deep breath of its smell, before taking a big sip of it. „Thanks, Phill, you're my saviour:“ i smiled at him as i settled it back on the bar. „Here to help.“ He said, winking. „Rough night?“ he asked teasingly. „Oh, i dont know how you can be so cheerful.“ I started „I feel like a truck hit me lastnight.“ He laughed „Practice to perfection.“ „I think i would need years of practice to be even close to that kind of perfection!“ i said, making a skeptical face. He smiled at me „So, to what do i owe the pleasure?“ he asked. „Dont get me wrong, im glad to see you“ he said, that devilish spark in his eyes again „But i doubt you came just to see me.“ „You caught me.“ I said, even tho it was nice seeing him. „I was hoping that i might have left my phone here yesterday.“ He shook his head at me, crouching down searchin for a few seconds under the bar, giving me my phone as he got up. „Better be carefull next time, good thing i noticed it as you left.“ „Yay, thanks Phil, again.“ I told him, giving him a big smile. „I owe you big time! Both for the phone, and coffee.“ His phone rang then „Sorry business calling. Be right back“ he said, answering his phone and going through the storage door. I checked my phone with him gone, finding out few missed calls and messages from Jessy. She was worried i havent answered her jet, so i decided to call her while waiting for Phil. The tone barely sugested it rang when Jessy's voice boomed from the other side. „Finaly! Do you know how worried i have been? Are you allright? Where wer you? Why didnt you answer me before?“ It made me smile a bit, her worrying for me like that was so sweet. „Im sooooo sorry Jessy“ i said pleadingly „I left my phone at Aurora last night, i just got here to get it.“ Phil returned at that point, and i mouthed to him 'Jessy's' name, indicating who i was talking to. Her voice boomed again, and i moved my phone a bit from my ear, wich made Phil laugh. „Ofcourse you did! Its no wonder after all the whiskey you had! Dan is still sleeping like a log! You two really had it last night!“ „Aww, Dont be cross, Jessy.“ I started pleadingly again „I promise next time we wont over do it.“ Phil was grining at me now, and i stuck my toung at him, trying to calm Jessy down. „C'mon, you cant tell me you didnt have some fun yesterday.“ I started „I have some pictures on my phone as a proof of it.“ Phil threw his thumb up, showing me i said a good thing, and i grined at him. „Alright, i admit last night wasnt all that bad.“ Jessy started, sounding calmer now „But you're still not off the hook completly.“ „Thanks, Jessy“ i started, grining as a sign of victory to Phil. „You can scold me some more at lunch, if the deal for it still stands.“  „Ofcourse!“ Jessy cined cheerfuly from the other side „Dan will be a sleep for God knows how long, and im already bored here.“ I quickly moved my phone from the ear checking the time. „Its 12.20 now, when do you want us to meet?“. „I'll meet you around 14 at the Aurora. I doubt Phil will mind you hanging there with him till then.“ She replied, teasing me. „Somehow i think you're right.“ I said, looking at Phil with a devilysh smile. „Cya later, Jessy.“ I sadi, lovering my phone. Phil looked at me,a bit confused „Wat was that about?“ „Oh, just Jessy being Jessy.“ I told him, grining. „Fine, fine, be all mysterious.“ He teased me. „Awww, c'mon, you wouldnt find me so interesting if i was an open book.“ I told him, smiling sheepeshly. He looked at me, with that intensifing look again, making me feel heat spreading through my body „You're not wrong about that.“ Crap, what are you doing again, Maya, i scolded myself. Phil was definatly into me, and i was toying with him like this. It really wasnt my intention, i didnt want him to get the wrong impression about anything. But it felt so easy for me, talking to Phil, compared to Jake. Why does all have to be so tough and complicated with him? It feels like walking on egg shells every time im with him: dont do this, dont say that. Shit, it shouldnt be that way, should it? Was i really that much into Jake? Blah, i dont know anything anymore. I wish he would be more open with me, it would make things so much easier. I was lost in my toughts when Phil finaly snaped me back to reality „Maya? You allright?“ I looked at him, shaking my head,  to clear it from all the 'Jake' toughts. „Yeah, sorry.“ I started „Guess the coffee didnt kick in properly yet.“ Phil looked at me, and i could see he didnt really belive what i told him, but decided not to take the matter any further „If you say so.“ Was all he said. I smiled shyly at him. „Do you mind if i just hang here for an hour or so, before metting with Jessy? I dont feel up to driving back to motel, and the coffee isnt bad here either.“ I tried, smiling, waving my empty cup at him. Phil looked at me, rising one of his eyebrows, and smiled devilishly „How could i say no to a beautifull woman?“ He took my cup, winked at me vanishing through the storage doors. I could feel my cheeks flushing again, and my heart beating faster. Shit, shit, shit..

When Phil came back with another full cup of coffee i asked if its ok if I sit at one of the booths, to wich he said  fine, since he did have some work to be done. I took my stuff and coffee setteling at the booth. I had a bit over an hour before metting with Jessy, i hoped some inspiration for work might come to me. I took my stuff out of the backpack, took my sneakers off, sitting with my feet up on the booths perch. I liked drawing like that. Leaning my drawing pad on my knees i tried to focus on my work, but my toughts just kept wondering off.  I tought about Phil, sneaking glances towards the bar. He was good looking, always nice to me, even tho everyone warned me that he was a 'no good' considering women. He never showed any sign of it towards me. He was easygoing, i enjoyed his company, we definatly clicked. Then there is Jake. I was definatly drawn to him, cant deny that. When im near him, it feels like when a moth is drawn towards fire. Cant fight it, its driving me crazy. But nothing with him is easy. Its like taking one step forward, then not one, or even two, but ten steps back. Its so frustrating. And with all that had happened, i feel like all the progres we had was completly gone. My head was still too woozy for thinking of stuff like this. I setteled my drawing stuff down, taking my coffee, leaning back in the booth. Maybe Jessy would have some advice fore me. Two heads are smarter then one, or so they say. But i should definatly talk to Phil, at least try to explain things to him. I dont want him thinking im giving him some false hope here. As if he could sense my toughts, he turned around, took his coffee and walked towards me. „Mind if i join you?“ he asked, and i smiled „Ofcourse i dont. I guess my inspiration is still sleeping, so no work to be done at the moment.“ He grined „Thats good for me. I can have the pleasure of your company for some more then.“ I chuckled at that, siping some more of the coffee. But i tought again about talking with him about everything.  My face must have gotten some serious expression, 'couse Phil looked at me a bit serious, before asking „Whats bothering you, Maya? I have a feeling you want to talk to me about something.“ I looked at him, those deep eyes of his gazing intensly at me, trying to dig up my toughts. „I do.“ I admitted after a moment „But to be hones, i dont know how to start .“ „Well, just do your best.“ He said, and i started to get the feeling of a knot at my stomach again. „Allright.“ I said, but the words didnt come easy after that. „I like you, Phill.“ I said finaly after a moment of silence. He chuckled „Ok, thats a good start.“ „Ah, but that was the easy part.“ I started „Now comes the tricky one.“ I could notice him tensing a bit, like he knew where this might lead to. „Ok, go on then.“ He said. „I enjoy your company, talking to you, its so easygoing. I feel we clicked, that theres some 'spark' between us, and i know you noticed the same.“  „You're right about that.“ He replied. „But..“ i started, and Phil interupted me, sighing „Ahh, there it is, the famous 'but' part.“ „Please, Phil, just let me say what i have, then you can hate me.“ He looked at me, his face getting a soft touch „I couldnt hate you, Maya.“ „Dont say it untill im not done talking.“ I said, a bit sadness creeping to my voice. „Alright. Please, continue.“ „Ok. As i started earlier,i like you, but i dont want to get your hopes up.“ I settled my coffe on the table, my hands fidgeting with the cup. Why was this so hard? „Shit, Phil, im a complete mess at the moment.“ I started „I myself dont know what i want, and its tearing me up inside. There is someone, and i dont know where I stand with him. And i dont want to start something new, if im not a 100% sure that its the right thing, that its something i really want. With no loose ends catching up on me.“ I looked up at Phil, him still not taking his eyes off me. „Am i making any sense to you here?“ i asked, lovering my head. I really didnt want to have this conversation, but that was me being honest. All of a sudden, i could feel Phil's hand covering mine, and i looked back up at him. He still had that softness written all over his face. „I appriciate your honesty, Maya.“ He started „Now let me be honest also.“ „Ofcourse“ i said „I expect nothing less.“ „Good.“ He looked at me more serious now. „You know i like you, you said it yourself. I dont know why, but i felt drawn to you the moment i saw you. Theres something in you that makes a man bedazled by you, i cant explain it differently.“ He paused for a moment before continuing. „And i get it, you dont want to get into something half hearted. And i applaud you for that. Because, if anything was to happen between us, i wouldnt want it that way either.“ He looked at me now, his gaze intensifing again, and i started to feel that heat again. „If it was to happen“ he continued „I would prefere if you wer in it with every inch of your body and soul.“ I was mesmerized by his words. He was so open with me, the words came so easy to him. Why cant it be like this with Jake. „Allrighty, that was pretty honest there.“ I said finaly, making an aqward smile. „You wanted me to be honest.“ He said, adding „And just so you know, im not going to make it easy for you.“ He looked at me now, with that devilish spark in his eyes again. I looked at him puzzled „What do you mean by it?“ He grined at me „Its like this: i will continue to act like i did so far, and you can do the same, cause, lets face it, we both like it.“ His grin widened, and i smiled back at him. „Good, you get me. But, until i get a confirmation from you about freely taking it a step further, i will do whatever i can to maybe, just maybe, help you feel a bit less messy and steer thigs in my favore.“ „And what if it wont end as you hope it would? Can you be ok with just being my friend?“ i asked him. He looked at me for a moment, before answering. „Honestly“ he started“i cant say i wouldnt be dissapointed, a little hearth broken probably, but i would respect your choice. And yes, Maya, if that would be so, i would gladly be just your friend.“ “Thanks, Phil, i appriciate all you said.“ I told him „I was kinda affraid of having this conversation with you.“ „You, affraid? I cant belive that“ he said, teasingly „Belive me, i was scared as hell.“ I said, adding to it „But im glad we had it. I didnt want it to become aqward between us at some point.“ „Not gonna happen.“ He said, winking at me. I smiled „Shit, you know, even thou i had enough yesterday, i could actualy use a drink right now.“ Phil lughed so hard „Awww, you really did get scared. We are in a bar afterall, you just say the words and ill bring you that drink.“ He said, looking at me with one raised eyebrow. „Only if you join me“ i said, grining at him „ And if you dont tell Jessy about it.“ He got up from the booth, smiling and winking before he left for the bar „Deal!“

[bd-z]

My Fanfiction Master Post

Beetlejuice

-- Toon Verse --

Piquancy and Phantasm (Ao3) - (FFNet) - C - Collaboration with & Illustrations by GhostlyHaunting (@venture-someplace-scary)

Three Kids and The Ghost With The Most (Ao3) - WIP

A Beetle-Juiced Christmas Carol (A03) - WIP - Holiday Fic

Babes, it's Cold Outside (Ao3) - (FFnet) - C - Holiday Fic

Personal Poltergiest (TBD) - Outlined - WIP - N/A

-- Musical Verse --

She's A Mom - (Ao3) - Beetlejuice reunites with Lydia but she's not alone

TIll Death Do We Start - Series - C - Beetlejuice and Lydia slowly grow into their dynamic. First came marriage then came friendship.

Till Death Do We Start - C

Forsake All Others - C

For Better, For Worse - C

To Have, To Hold - C

In Sickness and In Health - C

As Long As We Both Shall Live - C

-- Crossover and Multi-verse --

Beetlebabes Tumblr Drabbles - (Ao3) (FFnet) - C

Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice (Ao3) - WIP

Final Fantasy X/X-2

A Different Kind of Dance (Ao3) - (FFnet) - Y/T implied - C

That Night on Besaid Beach (Ao3) - (FFnet) - Yuna/Tidus - C

Inuyasha

Awkward Comfort (FFnet) - old fic 2005 - One-shot - C

Kagome's Secret Book (Deleted) - old fic 2005 - N/A

Labyrinth

Beltane Faoi Thalamh (Ao3) -(FFnet) - Sarah/Jareth - C

Untitled Fic In Progres (TBD) - Outlined - WIP - N/A

Ouran High School Host Club

Our Favorite Host Is a Girl (Ao3) - (FFnet) - Haruhi/All - C

Not A Fever (Ao3) - (FFnet) - Haruhi/Kaoru - C

Sick Day (And Beyond) (FFNet) - Haruhi/Kaoru - Haruhi/Hikaru - C Formerly independent stories now merged.

Story 1. Sick Day: When Hikaru catches a cold and is kept home from school, Kaoru is finally able to spend an entire day with Haruhi. This is a story of how one brother finally makes a move.

Story 2. "Another Sick Day": Fluff and Stuff.

Story 3. "I Just had to Know": Hikaru doesn't understand the concept of sharing.

Ouran Circle Series - Haruhi/Everyone - AU

Secret Adventures of Haruhi Fujioka (Ao3) - (FFnet) - C

The Ouran Circle: A Secret Adventure Story (FFnet) - WIP

Prequel: The Trio (TBD) - Outlined - N/A

Future Plans:

Personal Poltergiest - Beetlejuice

Piquancy and Phantasm Sequel - Beetlejuice

Unnamed Sareth Fic - Labyrinth

Unnamed Ferbella Fic - Phineas and Ferb

Inator Consequences (Ferbella Fic) - Phineas and Ferb

Unnamed Cedfia Fic - Sofia The First

The Trio: Ouran CIrcle Prequel - Ouran High School Host Club

[heckinhacker]

so i have a hard time focusing and whenever i have a lot of missing assignments my mom would make me complete all of them in one sitting and as i mentioned before, i have trouble focusing so i was wondering if you could do some haikyuu boys (i don't care which ones) comforting their s/o breaking down since they can't focus and feel useless? sorry if that was a lot to ask for 😅

Asahi, Bokuto, Kuroo and Yachi helping their S/O with stress breakdown. 

A/N: Babes i’m so sorry I didn’t do it right away but I was in such writer’s block I just recently started working on my stuff. I hope it cheers you up even though it’s hella late. <3  P.S: I know you said boys but I wanted to add Yachi too ^^”

Asahi Azumane

You can count on him with whatever you could think off. ;;;

Even though he can be awkward even after starting relationship with you, he still cares and shows it in his own way. 

Between other things - being there for you even though you never said that you need him around is one of them. 

You read that one page again.

And again.

Andd...again.

And nothing helped, you wanted to focus even if it was last thing you could do but you just couldn’t. 

In no time you had tears in your eyes, and from quiet sob you bursted out into histerical bawling. 

Asahi jumped in his sitting spot, since he gave you space to work on your stuff in peace, but now he got startled. 

Not because of loud sound, no. He was startled he did something wrong. (even not noticing much earlier was his fault - as he thought. )

He placed his big hand on your back, caressing it slowly to give you comfort. 

His heart was beating way too fast, while clenching out of sadness. 

Asahi ALWAYS tries his best to keep his composture (especially around you, because he wants to be your safe, strong place what will never shatter). 

But...he’s sensitive. 

And when he hugged you and FELT how you were shaking and sniffling and squeezing him like if you’d let go he’d dissapear somewhere, he felt tears pick in his eyes too. 

He hated that he wanted to cry too, becuase he wanted to cheer you up, not to make things worse. 

But when he cries with you, you’re not so embarassed about crying. Your boyfriend is with you, hurting like you do.

After you both calm down, you both talk about your problem and search the most reasonable solution.

If there is none, he just gives you tips of dealing with stress and sadness. He learned after his own mistakes and can let you know what he did to get better. 

After that one situation he asks you a lot if you are okay and if you don’t need any help with anything. He’d take his own free time to help with your duties. 

Bokuto Koutaro

he’s very...attentive.

He notices something is off but...he can’t put a hand on it. What is going on. 

He asks you a lot “Are you feeling alright?”

You answer yes, and he just humms in response, since he feels something is off.

And he notices when your shoulders are shaking and you have both hands on your mouth so you don’t get too much attention on yourself from your boyfriend. 

Bokuto gasps like scared child and comes to you right away to hide you in his arms. 

Tries to cheer you up by his cheerfull personality, by compliementing you and making funny faces sometimes. 

If being goofy doesn’t work, he pouts and tries the way he’s much worse at, but will try - thinking reasonable. Or, as he likes to call it, “Pretend to be Akaashi” game. 

Even though he might not have as reasonable sollutions like Akaashi, he tries to come up with something that might help you. He knows you, after all, so he says what he thinks is the best for you. 

Of course he still holds you in his arms, not letting you go no matter what. 

(Even if you’d say you don’t want to be hugged at the moment, he will anyways, since he’s too scared to let you go atm.) 

He apologises for not noticing something is off earlier. You say it’s fine, since you never told him directly and he’s not here to blame, after all. 

Kuroo Tetsurou

shithead <3

Acts dumb but is actually really smart.

A genious, even. 

He confronts you first about it before disaster happens, actually. 

He tells you he noticed something is off and he might know what causes it.

When he brings up topic of your lack of ability on focusing, you start crying because all of bottled up stress just falls down in your tears. 

He expected that, he handles you tissues and lets you sit on his lap, letting you talk this out. 

Or crying it out quietly, decision is yours, but he wanted to make sure you throw it out of yourself. 

Later on helps you with anything you’re late with or what you have to do. Both is good. 

After he makes sure you are not late with anything, he chills around with you with your favourite snacks and some stupid sitcoms. 

Yachi Hitoka

Usually you have study dates, so you can sit beside yourselves, learn and help each other.

She noticed you are stressed out about something, but never bringed this up because: “If they never mentioned it, maybe they don’t really want to talk about it?”.

Yachi overthinks a lot, so she never asked. 

So once when you just lean back and cry out of frustration she gets STARTLED. 

At least she knew she was right. Which she didn’t wanted to be. 

She hugged you right away, standing beside you so she hides you in her chest, shooshing you, petting your head. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?” she asks ultra quietly. 

Waits untill you answer, gives you as much time as you need. 

Hugs you through all of breakdown.

She has a big problem with words but she wants you to feel she’s here for you. 

She asks you why you never asked for her help earlier. She has a shitton of patience, especially for you. You can get discracted, she wouldn’t mind. 

She kinda scolds you after you’ve calmed down to ask her for every help you need. She can keep up with her own studies, volleyball club and you, so there is no problem, really. 

But that’s not a BAD scolding, exactly. She does it calmly, to let you know you did bad by not telling her right away when you started having problems. - because it hurt you a lot in the progres. 

[moondustaeil]

anoetic ❧ kim doyoung [teaser]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✧☾.·:·. anoetic

⠀ ⠀⠀ about

⋅ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ : breakup au ; exes to ... ; fluff , angst , suggestive

⋅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ : soloist!Doyoung x reader , composer!Taeyong , soloist!Taeil

⋅ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 15k

⋅ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : numbered parts are current events , unnumbered parts titled as “summer sun” are flashbacks , alcoholism , suggestive content , guilt-shaming , hidden but exposed relationship , idol-dating drama , arguments , jealousy , inappropriate language , ...

⋅ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ : send a message/ask if you would like to be added ! Fic will be out August 7th

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⋅ The record is new, the songs that play old and the message overdue. Kim Doyoung, once your summer sun, now an empty silhouette draped in noirceur in your apartment. You’re his remedy. 

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⠀ ⠀⠀ part of

⋅ the neo-summer collab, hosted by @neo-cult-ure​ . With a chosen summer-titled song we write a fic about a chosen member: my song is “Summer sun” by Hooverphonic.

❧ ᴏɴᴇ : "ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ." ☙

The clock-like ticking of the direction indicator resounds over the song that is playing on the car radio. It is one of the love songs that Doyoung tends to play, not as lyrical as his own songs due to the repeated "baby, baby," in the intro, but he still enjoys listening to the sentiment hidden in the voice. He takes the turn rightwards and turns off his indicator as soon as the turn has been made. After doing so, he places both hands on the steering wheel as he drives into the street.

The new street welcomes him almost like he's never seen it before, but the street he turned into is far from unfamiliar to him. Aside from the doubled amount of cars that drive on the other side and the few modernised apartment buildings, things look exactly the same.

He cocks his head to the side to be able to have a broader view of things he shouldn't be looking at, but a lot of drivers habitually look at the surroundings more than the actual road they drive on. Just like those drivers, Doyoung sets his eyes on the different buildings or even white clouds that slowly move in the same direction as his car.

Almost too distraught by the outside world, he forgets the purpose of driving in this street. Until. The apartment building where you live comes in his eye-sight, he doesn't even need to cock his head to the side to be able to see the window that belongs to your exact apartment.

Something that could resemble a smile starts to form on his lips but he parts his lips to not give in to the temptations of the shown emotion. As much as he wants to smile, there is no objective meaning to do so yet as happiness has not made its introduction in today's events.

The first available parking lot is taken up by his car, neatly parking between the white rectangular lines as he learned at his driving classes ages ago. He isn't someone who bought his licence in a pack of cereal, something that apparently happened a very long time ago, but that might only be something old people say to clarify how easy it used to be in the past. After checking each possible mirror, he turns off the motor of his vehicle.

His silver Porsche 911 Carrera S gladly forces itself to listen to the given instructions. The overly-expensive car provided Doyoung with comfort and support during the entire ride, but Doyoung is glad that soon he will be able to get out of the car and stretch his legs. Momentarily, he leans back against the leather seat to release the tensed feeling in his shoulderblades but soon realises it won't ease the nerves that he's feeling and does the opposite of sitting in a relaxed position. He hovers forward as one of his arms lays over the steering wheel, with the other he fishes out a piece of jewellery from his pocket. On his left hand, he places a real silver ring on his pinky. A strange action compared to what most people would do in this situation.

Not until a couple of minutes after he gets out of the car, he finally collects the courage to walk up to the familiar apartment complex. But the moment he does, he can only stand in front of the common front door like someone is willing to open it before he rings the bell. To the right his eyes are endlessly reading over the many names of those who have their homes in the building: on purpose, he reads foreign names slower even though he can read them as well as he can read those that are written in Korean. The first syllable of your name is ignored, no matter if it says your name or not, he, for now, opts to move on to the next one.

What now? His slow reading didn't get him any further as in the end he has no choice but to either way leave or search for your name between the others and take his chance to ring the bell. Before he even starts with his mission, he sighs because he knows he doesn't need to search for your name on the white-coloured tags.

A lump of unstable breathing leaves his lips as he presses his index finger to the black buzzer but not before he makes sure to move further away from the camera and microphone, thinking you wouldn't if you figured out it was him. The buzzer begins chanting its ringtone and the sound only makes Doyoung's heart beat faster, he might have a heart attack the moment the buzzing is replaced by your voice.

With the multiple second-lasting buzzes, Doyoung freezes in his current spot. Not because he's cold without coat covering his shoulders but because many what if's start to form scenarios in his mind. What if you don't open the door because you don't live here anymore? What if you don't open the door because you are in bed with somebody new?

The first scenario can be nullified as your name still was on the little white tag, still typed in the same font as before which meant that nothing apparently changed. It gives him hope that the second scenario is as much made up out of fiction as the first one.

"Hello?" Your voice interrupts the scenarios completely, they disappear like they never were possibilities in the first place. "Who is it?" you ask again when you don't get a proper response. You don't hear a voice responding to you, neither do you see anyone, not one glimpse that reveals someone is waiting for you to open up the door.

The tone of your voice makes Doyoung cover his mouth with one of his hands: the words don't mean anything to him but hearing your voice after such a long time shoots a bullet of sentiment to his heart. It's not an effortless task for him to stay silent while you are speaking, because even when he covers his mouth with his hand, he's obligated to purse his lips invisibly.

Wordlessly, Doyoung narrates and tells himself to leave now that he still has the chance to do so. Despite knowing you're there at home, he guesses he won't be fulfilling his goal today. From his pursed lips pushes a sigh before he turns his body away from the door.

The three steps that form a small staircase together are taken quickly, Doyoung easily skips them all by just taking one large step until he finds himself on the public walkway. He wants to run to his car but his feet don't allow him to go quicker than an average walking pace.

"Doyoung!"

Before he can prohibit the action to himself, his body turns towards your apartment building where the sound of your voice comes from. Firstly, his eyes meet the common front door of the apartment complex but when observing slight movements out of the corner of his eye, he looks up towards the windows. Your window is opened and you're standing there, chanting his name to catch his attention.

Speechlessness overwhelms his vocal cords momentarily but luckily his hand takes over part of the job. His index finger points towards his silver-coloured vehicle, his other hand in his pocket quick to unlock the door before he seems to disappear on the passenger's side of the car.

His empty-handed arrival is turned around when once again he is in front of the common front door, this time not waiting, nor empty-handed. There is a little collection of bundled wildflowers gripped between his clenched fist that he doesn't let go of, not even to hold the railing as he walks inside the complex and takes the stairs to get up to the right floor.

Each step he takes reminds him of the many times he was on that exact step. The memories that he revisits don't tire him out, despite the long time that he stands still in between. Step one only reminds him of the first time he was able to come in on his own because he received a key, the step in the middle that separates one floor from another reminds him of the tiring sighs that left your lips when groceries had to be carried up the many steps, and the last step reminds him of the last time he walked down from them. All of them had been heavy steps and the steps that he was taking now didn't vary much in weight.

Two steps. One step.

As soon as he wants to step on the unchanging floor, he almost stumbles over his clumsy feet when the door of your apartment opens. There is still a chain that separates the door from completely opening but after re-opening your door, he can fully see you in front of him.

Almost ceremonially, he holds out the flowers towards you. You're too far away to grasp the little bouquet of nature between your fingers and even after five more tiny steps, when he's right in front of you, your fingers still don't reach out for them.

"Come in," you tell Doyoung without greeting him first, your door opening as wide as it can to let in the person that you used to unofficially share this place with. Your body doesn't completely turn as you keep on checking whether Doyoung actually follows you inside, instead of trying to flee like he did when he was outside. This time Doyoung's feet allow him to follow you inside the apartment, the only time his feet halt is when he takes off his shoes in the hallway and neatly places them on the provided rack.

Your feet stop in the living room as you expect to sit there together with him rather than an inconvenient spot such as your bedroom the kitchen, not that they were untried places, but the progressive situation caused them to become inconvenient over time.

"I brought these," Doyoung says but not until after he once again holds out the little bouquet of flowers towards you, he almost didn't say anything but noticed how you didn't seem to get the hint of having to take the flowers from his hand. You look down at his hands to see what he is holding before you focus on his face again, trying to decipher the unreadable expression.

Without sharing a response, you take the bouquet from his hand and hold them between your lightly-clenched fist instead. "Thank you," you say with a small nod out of discomfort and awkwardness even though you're grateful for the little bouquet. Whether he came empty-handed or not wouldn't have mattered to you at all, perhaps him not coming at all wouldn't have mattered either. "I will put these in a vase and get you a drink. What would you like to drink?" you ask.

"Just some water," you hear Doyoung say right before you can disappear into your kitchen. Thinking you knew what he wanted to drink, you already took the steps towards the other room. Water was his standard drink: not too cold so that it wouldn't damage his vocal cords and not too warm so that he wouldn't feel nauseous because of the odd flavour. Although you expected him to say water, another drink momentarily seemed an option as well and you'd rather not think about that too much.

Silence fills the apartment as each of you are in a different room right now: you're in the kitchen looking for a vase and pouring Doyoung his drink while Doyoung is in the living room and can only silently look at everything. Time seems to go by slowly but you blame it on yourself for stretching some time as you are too busy mouthing possible conversation-starters to yourself. After all, appearing stupidly inarticulate in front of your ex-lover wasn't something you want to take place.

In two turns you take the objects towards the common room: first the vase with wildflowers that are placed in the middle of the table, setting you and Doyoung apart with the decoration, after that you place two glasses of water on each side of the table.

"Thanks," Doyoung says once the glass of water is placed in front of him. His hand wraps around the glass, shoving it slightly towards the end of the table. As much as he wants to gulp it down so that he doesn't need to speak for a few seconds, his fingertips can only trace over the thin ribbles of the glass without lifting it to his lips to drink.

Over the bouquet of flowers, he can see you sitting on the other side of the table but lowers his eyes to the flowers instead of continuing to look at you. He fails to notice how you look at him for a short amount of time: starting at his hair before your eyes undergo the transition from his face towards his upper body. He still looks the same as he does in the pictures that you've kept and the memories in your heart.

Doyoung looks away from the flowers, perhaps due to the visual attention even though he doesn't realise that you were looking. Firstly, he looks towards the white walls that seem the same as they were long ago even though some patches are discoloured from the sunlight that shines in on a summer day. Next, his eyes follow the individual pieces of furniture that fill the room, one by one even though some of them form a set together. Almost like a matching lingerie set, but less sexy and more personality-revealing, but why did he even make that comparison?

"You look good."

Faster than ever before, Doyoung's head turns towards you. His eyes shifting to you after you say the words and he silently hopes you were still eyeing him, but unfortunately, your head is hung low and your eyes turned away from him. Your gaze fixated on the half-empty or half-full glass of water in front of you.

Doyoung loves the remedy of sound and the remedy of silence. Truly, it doesn't cure what is going on but it's like a placebo that gives him the feeling that things are brightening up. Perhaps rather than a remedy, he still feels stunned by the words you said and he takes them a little bit too much to heart. Hopefulness fills his heart, unneeded.

"But the hair is still stupid," you seriously add. There is no need for you to look at his hair once more before stating the comment, you can clearly recall the many colours of Kim Doyoung. From his pulchritude regular hair colour at the beginning of your relationship to the strawberry pink shade, or from the soft purple locks to an intense blue shade, and up until now where his hair was regularly black. Still, you conclude you don't like the look of his hair and if you can't blame it on the colour, you blame it on the forehead-covering bangs.

The remedy of silence seems Doyoung's accustomed placebo today. He stares at you as you let the continuation of words flow from your lips, and even when you fall silent, he opts to take a second placebo. As he looks at you, the side effects seem to kick in: memories of you and him, a new record filled with old songs.

[haneys]

so anyway i wanted to make this posts since i know i have system mutuals and followers in general and i know i literally never talk about my multiplicity on here its not even in my about anymore but. ive been in unhealthy denial about it ever since i learned about it and fully realized there's a name to what im experiencing and the more i researched the more scared of it i became, for the past two years i refused to acknowledge it at all just choosing to ignore it and pretend its not happening, which obviously was terrible for us all and only made me feel more scared and alienated. it's a very much "me" problem, and that's why i had things like systems accs in my dni, which i got asked about many times and people even tried to somewhat spin against me to prove im idk systemphobic? or whatever... even tho i clearly had osdd in my about too like... Ok. anyway it was there for my own comfort and the comfort of other peoplr because i was still too uncomfortable with the idea of me having osdd and interacting with the community in anyway would make me have to confront it lol that was literaly the only reason. anyway some people might have noticed that such things had slowly disappeared from my dni and that actually brings me to my other point :)

i have still a lor of work to do but I've been working towards coming to terms with my condition and seeing/interacting with more and more systems, alongside talking about it more and all that did wonders to me and I've been feeling better about it all for some time than for the whole past two years combined. im still obviously not completely comfortable with it and especially not with interacting with the community, but it's getting better. my denial did nothing for us but hurt people who did not deserve it and i NEED to better myself if i want us all to work together towards having a healthy and fulfilling life. getting out of my comfort zone and engaging with other people in a positive manner was one of the things that helped me become less scared. im out to my irl friends at this point and I'm really hopeful about my progres.

that's why i might start talking about it more on here and just generally be more open and engage more and all that but yeah seeing people come out too and seeing some of my followers really was the push i needed. im thinking of making maybe a lighthearted ask game for mutuals and followers about our experience i wouldn't put it in any main tags since im still uncomfortable but it'd be free to reblog by anyone who wants just a silly little thing :)