#spelling mistakes and horrible grammar included

[sunny-daysss]

I can’t listen to Imaginary by Evanescence without being reminded of my first ever fanfiction that I lovingly titled Monsters Calling My Name

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Hi darling today i am into angst (idk why) so this is my ask

So, creator reader was tortured and killed (by literaly everyone) so when she comes back TRAUMATIZATED OF DEATH she doesn't speaks to anyone, she doesn't scream if she is angry or so, she just cries until the persons who hurt her are not near her. She also has a fav tea(you choose darling), a comfort meal (you choose again) and a COMFORT PLUSHIE(it can be any plushie sweetie) who gets carried in the creators arms

What do you think darling?

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Ooh, super cute idea, anon! Angst it shall be, though I can't promise I'll be any good at it lol- And sorry, idk if you want Fem!Reader, but I mainly do GN!Reader so- :')

Also, before anyone gets confused or I have to use repetitive words:

F/T = Favorite Tea F/F = Favorite Food/Meal

As for the plush, I'll simply use the basic teddy bear. I know, kind of plain—but tbh I kind of like it so we're keeping it, bois.

I hope you enjoy this oneshot!

Disclaimers! This Oneshot includes: Bad Grammar, Spelling Mistakes, Angst, Mentions of Trauma/PTSD, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of torture (briefly), & Arguments.

If you are not okay with these terms, or are facing some sort of mental illness yourself, please skip this story.

Please let me know if I mess a warning!

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭.

It was over.

It was finally over. You were finally free from that torment—that torture. You knew it the very moment you closed your eyes, and the world went dark.

Yet, Teyvat wasn't letting you go. No, it refused to let you go. You were stuck, in this stupid hellhole you once used as your get-away from reality.

You're stuck in an absolute nightmare you had once dreamed of being in. And you hate how you still feel guilty for hating it.

But, most of all, you hate how you're still stuck in this miserable world. You hate it, you hate it, you hate it.

These "acolytes" of yours were sickening. They kept begging for your attention, no matter how many times you've made it clear that you want nothing to do with them. You felt like you could keel over puking whenever they get down on their knees and beg for forgiveness.

You already forgave them. What were they continuously pestering you for? Isn't forgiveness enough to ask from their victim? The person they hurt the most?

You took a sip out of your F/T, trying to calm your nerves. Your "followers" were all nothing but heartless NPCs, you reason with yourself. You've given them enough.

And yet, you still felt guilty for ignoring them. Their eyes tear up like the day you were killed, after the most, horrible, bloody, and messy—

You shudder, shutting down that thought as best you can. You've drank all of your F/T just thinking about this entire thing to begin with, so you focused on your F/F. Only half of it was eaten.

You take a bite out of it, trying to fight away the tears as you remember another memory during your time in this wretched world. A person, out of nowhere, just straight up yelling at you, threatening you, insulting you...

You hate to feel weak, but at the same time, you feared to be too mean. So you stayed there and took it, praying that this annoying and upsetting person would just go away already.

They eventually do, but it felt too long. Your heart was broken, and your eyes just shed a tear or two. You were glad you had your teddy bear in your bag, as you cuddled it to your chest in that spot to make you feel less sad.

Truly, damn this world. Even if your heart couldn't let go just yet.

The End.

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I have no idea if I did this good or not but I do hope you like this, anon! And, if anyone's curious for whatever reason, the GIF was chosen because it's like Reader drowning in their memories :')

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[soyaei]

hello!! would you be comfortable writing about high school nanami? just as you were about to confess your feelings to him, a series of bizarre events unfolded, derailing your plans and leading to unexpected consequences 🤩

Hey… Can i tell you something?

highschoolau!nanami kento x female reader

not proofread so please forgive for the grammar mistakes or some spelling mistakes.

Nanami was popular with the girls, and that includes you. Except… you were actually kind of getting the vip treatment from him. He was never really interested in talking with the girls who were squealing over him. The girls were crazy over him, and you were too. But you weren’t really showing that craziness of yours because you actually know what shame is.

To get straight to the point, you were Nanami’s classmate. Sure, nothing that special. But the thing is, Nanami’s english is… a bit bad, but not horrible. And you, you could say you speak english like its your mother tongue language. So maybe thats the reason Nanami wanted you to be his outside of school english teacher. A lot of his fangirls knew this and boy you never would imagine the day you would get so many jealous looks.

But aside from that, Nanami actually sometimes ask you to hangout with him without any special occasion, he claims it to be a thanks and all but in the inside, he just wanted to spend some time with you. He himself didn’t know why he was feeling it or knew how to explain the feeling.

Days turn by weeks, weeks turn by months and months turn by years. Your feelings towards Nanami has increased and you have been his very close classmate for 3 years now, and for that 3 years you had to fight the urge to yell your feelings towards him, to express how you really felt about him. But knowing that he was already tired of his fangirls and he probably hangout with you because he thought you might be the only girl that doesn’t have a crush on him, you stopped yourself.

But today was different, today… you were going to confess. You prayed that this wouldn’t affect your friendship and if he didn’t like you back, you at least hope that he wouldn’t avoid you.

The bell rings, it was finally time for lunch. You sat up, took you wallet and went to Nanami’s desk. “Hey, Kento, we should go sit at the bench near the field. I heard no one uses it! The surrounding there must be relaxing, i’m sure you’ll like it.” You said, not realizing that you forgot to breathe while talking.

“Okay then, im fine with sitting anywhere. I’ll just go to the canteen to get some foo-“

“Kento!!!”

Oh no, a fangirl! You’re definitely getting side eyed. The fangirl, named (someone you dont like), caged her arms with Nanami’s. Nanami immediately backed off and told her to not touch him without consent again. Kind of like scolding, typical Kento Nanami.

“Don’t be mad!!! When we’re dating, I won’t need to ask before touching you, so you have to get used to it!!!” When she said that, you clenched your fist, wishing you could just smack down her right here and right now.

Nanami, on the other hand, made a disgusted face. The girl was used to it so she wasn’t offended. She laughed it off instead. “Oh, Kento, your so cute when you do that face! You should do it to Y/n too, didn’t she just asked you to go to that bench near the field? No one is around there, you know. Who knows if she’s planning to lay hands on you.” You clenched your fist harder, you wanted to say something but Nanami calmed you down by patting you back. Seems like he knew you were about to say the most sassiest comeback to the girl but stopped you right there to not cause a scene.

Nanami gave you a sign to run out of the door together by looking at you and then the door. You nodded slowly and counted 3 to 1 with your fingers. As it reached 1 and the girl distracted by yapping about whatever she had in mind to say to Nanami, you two immediately ran to the door, getting out of the class and ran to the cafeteria. You managed to run without getting caught by a teacher or the principal. You two tried to catch up with your breathe when you two arrived at the canteen.

“Better hurry up before she gets here.”

You and Nanami were finally at your destination, the bench near the field that didn’t get much attention because it was a bit far away from the canteen. Making the place’s surrounding being peaceful.

“It feels nice here. I hope we won’t get disturbed.”

Nanami said. Nanami was calm but you were the opposite. Well, you were collected on the outside but in the inside you were really stressing out. You guys are alone, nows the chance! Your going to confess! You can’t believe it!

“Hey… Can i tell you something?” You asked to Nanami. He nodded to reassure you that you should continue. As soon as you were about to tell him you feelings, the girl from before and her gang came out of nowhere with phones recording both you and Nanami. For some reason, you felt extremely exposed. You could be naked right now and you wouldn’t feel this exposed and embarrassed.

“Hey, look at this guys! The girl who thinks shes so better than everyone because Kento is her ‘bEsT fRiEnD’ is going to confess her feelings!” (the name of someone you hate) said out loudly, catching some people’s attention while recording the scene with her phone.

“Does she think she has a chance just because shes Kento’s friend?”

“Probably, i wouldn’t test my luck if i was her.”

“Shes embarrassing herself.”

“Why would anyone confess empty handed? At least offer him some chocolate while at it.”

“He probably never liked her and is just her friend to do her a favor for being his english teacher..”

The whispers of peoples gossip was louder than anyone’s scream to you. You never felt this humiliated.

“Y/n, sorry.” Kento said out of nowhere.

“Hu-“ before you could even finish your sentence, Nanami grabbed your hand and pulled you to a near classroom that no one was in.

When you two arrived, Nanami closed the door and tried to catch up with his breathe.

"Nanami... I-" You tried to say something, but because you were out of breathe, you could barely let any words out of your mouth. "Y/n, please sit down first. No need to rush." Nanami said as he lead you to a seat.

When you finally calmed down, Nanami reassures you to continue what you wanted to say when you were rudely interrupted by (the name of someone you hate). "I... you know what, nevermind. I will tell you tomorrow." When you said, Nanami raised one of his eyebrows. But then he thought to himself, it was probably something important and you don't have the mood to say it anymore since who knows if that girl is still watching.

"All right then. I'll wait. It doesn't have to be tomorrow, you can tell me later if you want too." Nanami tells you.

The next day comes, at you two were at the same location you were at yesterday. Except, you could confirm that no one is watching since school is over. You and Nanami often walked to home together so he was fine with you wanting to stay here for a bit. "So, what did you want to tell me yesterday? You said you'd tell me it today." Nanami breaks the silence.

"O-Oh! Right, I almost forgot about that since the breeze is so calming today... heh...But anways... i want to... tell you... that..."

Oh god, here it goes. Your going to say it! You had to wait for the right moment for three years! Without realizing, your face was heating up. You wasted no time and stood up, facing Nanami and tell him what you have always wanted to say...

"Nanami! I like you! I... I have liked you even before we became friends." ...Silence.

"I...I thought-"

"He doesn't like you back, give up!" Oh. My. GOD. IT'S THE GIRL FROM BEFORE. WHY IS SHE HERE, HOW DID SHE KNOW WE WERE HERE, AND WHY IS SHE RECORDING!!!

"And... post. Heh, have fun getting gossipped tomorrow, Y/n!" (the name of someone you hate) then runs away. You feel so embarrassed right now. You don't want to listen to what she just said but what if she's right? What did Nanami wanted to say? He thought what? He thought that i was different from other girls in this school so i wouldn't like him in a romantic way?! Just as you thought that mindset to yourself. You took your bagpack from the bench and ran away, not realizing your eyes are already tearing up. Nanami just watched the scene unfolds as he was too shocked to do anything right now.

The next day arrives, and you tried your best to ignore the stuff people are saying about the confession you made yesterday. As if your not feeling worse that Nanami probably doesn't like you back and wouldn't want to be your friend anymore. Class was just normal, and in two hours it's already lunch break. You didn't feel like eating so you planned on just staying at the field. As you tried to calm yourself down and tell yourself that it's okay if Nanami doesn't like you back, someone pushed you shoulder harshly, but it didn't make you fall down.

"What's up lonely girly? What chu doing? And where's your closeeee friendddd" (the name of someone you hate) said to you in a high pitched voice and whining at the end of her sentence to annoy you more. What did you do? You... just... well... listened to whatever she wanted to tell you. You seriously had no energy to even make a facial expression or even care about your surrounding.

"Hey." A familiar voice interrupts. It's Nanami! What was he doing here? To also bully you? When you saw Nanami walking towards you, you immediately stood up and tried to walk away. Nanami grabs your wrist to stop you. And you just let it happen. You mentally prepared yourself to hear what he wanted to say.

"Y/n... I..." Nanami says nervously. (the name of someone you hate) took out her phone before you knew it to record the scene, expecting Nanami to say he didn't like you back.

"I-I-I... I like you too!!!" Nanami shouted out, not too loud but loud enough for the surrounding to hear it, to make sure that Nanami actually felt the same way. "If this is to not make people gossip about me, you can take it back." Now, because Nanami shouted out those four words people at school are interested to hear, a few students were watching you two.

"No...I... Y/n." Nanami said as he held both of your hands to turn you around and look at him. Cupping your cheeks, wiping yours tears with his thumb. "Y/n. I never had a friend this close in my life, Not to mention a girl. I was never interested in dating this whole time but you changed my mindset. When i first met you i just felt like i always want to be close with you. I didn't understand why i felt that way and now... when you confessed... I finally understand why. I like you too, Y/n... I like you too."

Everyone who was watching the scene cheered, well, almost everyone. (the name of someone you hate) and a few of Nanami's fangirls weren't happy. You can't believe this, he actually liked you back! You pinched yourself to makek sure you weren't just dreaming and Nanami chuckled at your actions. He pulled you in a hug, and finally... he did something that made the cheering louder and something that made your face heat up, he kissed you. Not too long since he's a shy boy with romantic stuff, and your glad since you also didn't want to kiss for too long since people were watching. No words could express how you feel right now, this was truly a dream come true.

[battlemaiden13]

Hey friend! I’m autistic so I’m sorry if the tone of this message comes off as rude, but I noticed while reading HND (which I adore) that you often fall into the same grammar/spelling errors, and thought maybe explaining them may help! If that’s rude, please let me know, I genuinely enjoy your work!!!

Too: means as well or excessively. As in “oh, you like undertale too?” Or “I’m too tired after spending hours reading and enjoying your work!”

Two: the number, as in “The two of us both like undertale”

They’re: a contraction of they are, so if ‘they are’ would fit in the sentence you can use they’re. “They’re fans of your writing!”

There: refers to a place or distance “Let’s go over there!”

Their: possessive form of they. So if they own the thing or the thing belongs to them (includes feelings). “Their food is getting cold” “their joy from reading your work is unmatched”

Hypercritical: someone is super critical of things. “Edge or Berry can come off as hypercritical of the world and people around them, but it’s just their way of pretending not to care”

Hypocritical: failure to follow one’s own moral. “It would be hypocritical of the HND reader to judge sniper for working for her brother when she herself did the same thing.”

Again, I love your work, I just thought that clearing up some of these may help you! /gen /pos

I am also autistic! So I also hope my tone doesn't come across as rude or dismissive or anything I am always super worried about that not going to lie.

No but this is great! this was fine. My spelling is horrible and I don't often go back to correct when I finish writing. I have never had 'Too' explained to me so well! Like I have seriously always been confused about it XD Most of the others I do know but probably aren't thinking about when I write them and as I said I don't edit XD

THE LAST TWO THOUGH! I didn't realize but I think It's because of my accent. Like they sound real similar when I say hypercritical and hypocritical unless I break it down by syllables which I wouldn't naturally do while writing you know!?

But that's very cool! If while your reading you notice one of these mistakes just let me know in the comments of the chapter or here with the chapter number and I will go fix it. I'm usually pretty good at fixing them as soon as people point them out. Thanks for reaching out to help my grammar and spelling XD I hope you have a great day!!!

[cambria-writes]

my prompt for you is: orange light!! good luck deciphering that!!

it took a few days but as soon as you said orange light i knew exactly what i wanted to include and what i wanted this to be about. this is actually a very personal and emotional piece for me, so i actually do hope you like it!

i even put this through two spell checks and a grammar check, so i made a genuine effort!

title from a novel by andré aciman called 'plus tard ou jamais', which means 'later or never' in french.

𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐨𝐮—

pairing: male!oc x gn!nameless!oc (barely tbh) rating: t cause i think there's swearing? warnings: nothing really, dreaming, revisiting the past, talking about feeling safe, mention of chronic illness, bitching about climate change the heat, this is just a vent piece where my boyfriend catches me at the end that's it lol

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It’s too hot. It’s been too hot for three days.

The air conditioner is barely providing any relief. In this heat wave, it would probably take three 18k BTU units to satisfy me. It’s horrible; everything is damp, everything smells like humidity and AC condensate. Every 5 hours, I have to force myself up and away from whatever I’m doing to haul The Bucket���used to be used with the mop, but since last summer, it’s exclusively used to collect the condensation from the air conditioner—to the bathroom and back again.

My fingers hurt. My head hurts. My back feels like it’s been twisted out of and back into shape too many time. Misshapen, I feel misshapen.

It’s 3:47AM and I’ve been on my back on my bedroom floor for... too long. Feels like forever, but I know it’s only been half an hour. But there’s nothing to do; I’m in between jobs, I did all the laundry in a bout of mania last night, the dishes were cleaned after I made myself dinner earlier...

There was a time when I would have known what to do with myself in a situation like this. Would have had a list of things that I could easily do whenever I happened to have the time for them. That list is long gone, though.

Maybe it's with my motivation; eloped, and forgotten about. Good for her.

Beneath me, I feel the old wooden floor shake when a loud clap of thunder sounds outside. Ah, finally, I think, something to cut through this wretched humidity and maybe return some sense of normalcy to my life. I pat my hand around on the floor to find my phone, but when I pull up the weather forecast, it’s grim.

92% humidity for tomorrow and yet more thunderstorms.

Carelessly throw my phone in the general area of the head of my bed. Miserable, this is absolutely miserable. I can’t go out like this; ten minutes in that kind of heat and nevermind heat exhaustion, I may as well just go straight to the nearest hospital for the inevitable heat stroke I’d be suffering from.

From its new place, probably half under a pillow from the sound of it, my phone dings. Probably another email to tell me that though my candidacy was appreciated and my résumé was impressive, they’ve gone ahead and hired someone else for the position.

Someone who was asking for a lower salary, probably.

Miserable.

The amount of motivation required to get myself on my feet again is gargantuan. But at this rate, I’m never going to sleep, and I’m not going to do anything productive. So I shuffle to the bathroom at the end of the hallway, pull open the mirror door, and pluck the bottle of melatonin from its shelf.

Mm. No. Put it back and grab the THC gummy bottle next to it instead. That’ll do. I only grab and pop one in my mouth to chew; I made the mistake of taking two once and only once, and I would rather lick the underside of my shoes than do that again.

I don’t both to get under the covers when I let myself fall into bed. Limbs akimbo, staring up at the ceiling, I wonder. I wonder what my life could be like if everything didn’t have to be so... this. There’s a bitter kind of resignation that sank in year ago, when my then-fiancé simply ghosted me the night before our trip to Japan.

Shit always happens. And sometimes who you are matters.

The light-headed feeling from the edible starts to sink in. I should’ve just grabbed a beer from the fridge. Or maybe made myself a rum and coke. I’m always a happy, sleepy drunk.

Forgot that I tend to get too pensive and subsequently high when I’m too baked.

Ah, god dammit.

My eyes feel dry and sore. I feel so much more exhausted than when I fell asleep. At least, I think I do. I don’t remember falling asleep. I definitely don’t remember falling asleep outside, out on the grass. But the feeling on my exposed arms and legs is unmistakeable.

Freshly cut grass that will undoubtedly make me break out in hives.

I remember this place so clearly. It’s the playground behind my old elementary school. When I sit up and twist to look around, there’s a swell of something in my chest. Some unknowable emotion that’s probably an amalgam. The unkept field is still there, and so are the woods behind it. They flattened it all out and made condos there years ago.

So this is definitely a memory, then. Probably of one of the fundraiser spaghetti dinners they would do a week or two before school let out. If I look out to the softball diamond, there’s a mountain of old wood and pallets for the bonfire that would happen later.

There’s only me here, though. There isn’t the tell-tale chatter of parents by the doors, no shrieking children, no firecrackers. I remember, being freshly eleven years old, looking at my friends and the setting sun and thinking, yes, I need to remember this. This is a moment I’m going to need to remember, someday.

Basking in the setting sun, it’s easy to understand why. Despite the lack of people, I can still smell the industrial quantity of spaghetti sauce simmering in the cafeteria kitchen. The heat isn’t overbearing; it feels comfortable, actually. I remember getting a rash on my arms and legs from the freshly cut grass. The small scar on my forehead left there by a burning ember that got blown my way.

The sun never sets, here.

Through closed eyes, I notice the shadow falling over me.

"Go away," I say quietly. There’s no bite in my voice—no one who would be here would be anyone I get angry at. "I’m trying to nap."

A scoff. Then, "The chronic fatigue doesn’t hit for another..." A brief pause, for contemplation, I suppose. "Seven years."

I shrug as nonchalantly as I can. But I recognize that voice. I didn’t know that voice when I was eleven. Wouldn’t get to know it for a few months still. I sigh anyway and prop myself up on my elbows. I keep my gaze ahead when I open my eyes. I don’t want to know which version of him is here quite yet.

"Why are you here, Michael?" I ask, leaning heavily on my hands. I let my eyes flit from window to window, pausing on the windows I know look into the library longer than the others. I can just barely make out the diaphanous curtains my mother hung over one of the couches. The sheer fabric almost glistens in the orange glow.

"I show up whenever you need a reminder," he answers as he takes a seat next to me. Our shoulders are touching. He nudges my arm with his elbow. "What have you been forgetting?"

I can’t help but laugh. What have I been forgetting? Is that a joke?

"Everything," I grunt, scooching back a bit to lean forward and pull my legs up. "A lot."

Michael chuckles good-naturedly next to me. I missed—miss him. I miss him.

"Shooting stars, sib," he whispers, and I can feel the warmth of his fingertips when he starts to dig them into the nape of my neck. "You’ve forgotten that we’re shooting stars."

All at once, my eyes burn and my nose feels hot and itchy. I reach up for the hand at the back of my neck and bring it to my cheek instead. A thumb awkwardly brushes away the first tear to fall.

"I love you though," I manage to choke out. Look up at the sky like that’ll help my eyes dry out. "I haven’t seen you in forever. Did you get married? Do you have kids? Do you..."

Michael’s thumb stills on my cheekbone. I can feel him leaning in closer.

"...do you even think about me at all?"

Micheal sighs and I feel him rest his forehead against the crown of my head. His breath feels warm there, too. I can hear him inhale to answer, but I rush to speak first.

I don’t know if I want to hear his answer.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not having been a better friend to you. I called you a brother, called you family, but I—"

"It’s fine," Michael cuts me off, gently,quietly. Pulls his head up off mine and his hand away from my cheek in favour of wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me in. "We were young and stupid. You couldn’t have known. It’s not like anyone was helping."

"You did," I counter, a bit more petulantly than I’d like. "Even if you just let me get passionate about things, you—I didn’t get that from anyone else. You made it safe to like things."

Ah. There it is, isn’t it. Michael’s laughter is still so wonderfully soothing. A perfect combination with the warmth of the setting sun. The sound of his voice like perfume in the air, sparkling and sweet.

"Yeah," Michael says eventually,giving my shoulder a quick squeeze before letting go to lean back and get a better look at me.

I forgot I didn’t want to look. He’s got the braids in, like I’d done when we were kids. Otherwise looks just like he did last time I saw him nearly a decade ago; smart, dark slacks, a button-up with the sleeves rolled up with no tie in sigh, shoes shining like his eyes. I can't help but reach a hand out for his own face—to feel the thick beard he’s growing, run a hand through the hair I’d straightened and braided and put flowers in.

"He’s done a great job too, y’know," Michael says, looking away with a smirk. He doesn’t take my hand away where it’s brushing back hair at his temples. "Your husband, I mean."

"We’re not..." I start, but trail off. We’re not actually married, which doesn’t feel fair. "Yeah," I settle with. "He does, despite it all. Despite everything."

When Michael turns back to look at me, it’s a boy, and I find us sitting in his mother’s basement, on her dark green leather couch. The outro to Fortier is playing on the TV.

"He’s not the only one," Michael says, and it’s strange to hear an adult voice come from such a young face. I remember feeling that way after his voice changed over summer break in 9th grade, too. He turns to look back at the TV, but grabs the remote on the couch arm closest to him to turn it off.

I can hear his mother talking to his younger brother upstairs. I hear plates being taken out of a cupboard and pots and pans being moved.

"You were always welcome, you know," Michael says, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. His fingers just barely reach my hair to play with it. "Mom worried about you like her own."

"I felt that," I laugh, quiet and airily. "I just never wanted that kindness to be revoked."

"Dinner’s ready!"

"Come on," Michael urges me to stand up. "She made shepherd’s pie just for you."

The smell of a fresh, home cooked meal lingers in my nose when I wake up. It’s a slow process; I eventually remember that I fell asleep, and work carefully to unstick my clammy limbs from the floor beneath me.

"There they are," I hear next to me, and I can only muster the energy to hum in acknowledgement. "Floor comfier than the bed?"

"F’koff," I mutter, rolling over on the side before pushing myself up. Rub a hand down my face when I taste salt on my lips. Sniffle a few times while running my hands through my hair to try and loosen up some of the knots.

I can still feel the hand on the nape of my neck.

"Bad dream?"

I shake my head. "No, not bad, just..."

"Hmm, just maybe a bit too much?" When I don’t answer, my boyfriend—husband?—crouches by me and guides me to my feet with patient hands. Brushes the hair out of my face and kisses my forehead before pulling me in. A hand at my lower back and the other on the back of my head until I let my forehead rest against his shoulder.

"It’s okay," he whispers, kisses the top of my head. "We’ll go to sleep and you can tell me all about it in the morning."

"Even if it’s ab—about Mike?" The question is out before I can think better of it. He exhales like it’s funny.

"Obviously."

When I wake up again, the sun filtering through the thin curtains above the bedroom window make everything look like molten gold. The dust in the narrow sunbeams coming through look like glitter. Boyfriend pressed up against my back, his nose pressed against the top of my spine, a leg between mine, and a hand curled over my stomach.

I want to tell Michael that he’s right. Despite everything, I do feel safe, here.

I won’t know until I’ve had breakfast and I’ve gone down in sleep shorts and an oversized Five Finger Death Punch shirt that definitely doesn't belong to me, with a coffee mug in hand, that there’s a wedding invitation waiting for me in the mail box.

[wheredidthepeepeego-mp3]

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Looking for a beta reader for:

Title: If We Never Make It Back to California: I Want You to Know I Love You (First of a series, unfinished)

Fandoms: Gravity Falls, Invader Zim, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac (The second part involves The Owl House but the second part isn't public yet)

Other info: Before you ask, I don't have Discord.

Rated M, because I curse so frequently and there's some pretty involved angst and violence, but sexual material is kept to the absolute minimum because I'm NOT very comfortable with sexual content involving characters that are minors in canon. There's also very in-depth discussions of eating disorders, gender dysphoria, and slef-harm. Warnings include Graphic Depictions of Violence and Major Character Death.

The fic is intended for those who have seen Invader Zim in its entirety, and know important context from lost/deleted episodes. ETF and the comics, however, aren't really brought up in the fic. It will likely be confusing to those unfamiliar with Gravity Falls. You could possibly read and understand it if you haven't read JtHM or it's spinoffs, but it probably would hit a little harder if you're at least somewhat familiar with JtHM, Squee, and I Feel Sick. Lots of references to other cartoons.

Genrewise, I'd consider it a mix of just straight up fluff with angst. It has an underlying murder-without-much-mystery plot but it takes a backseat to some mundane, everyday things at times. It's a future-fic that I try to make somewhat trope-aware. It has a crossover ship (Dipper Pines x Dib Membrane) that very much started for Crack Purposes but at this point I'm extremely invested.

Summary (directly from AO3): "Featuring my horrid music taste, eighteen-year-old Dib Membrane drives across states to visit West Virginia, home of his future college. Professor Membrane doesn't approve, and complications arise after his mysterious and conveniently-timed death. But there's always a pair of paranormally-disadvantaged twins across the country for Dib to rely on. They always have their own problems, though, and the involvement of some of Dib's interesting extended family isn't helping his relationship with Dipper Pines- or maybe her relationship? Not even Dib knows. Either way, there are many possibly murderous road trips to be had, body insecurities to be unsuccessfully avoided, the occasional romantic drama for shits-and-giggles, and a coffee-shop side plot here and there.TL;DR: Dib and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Summer"

Common problems you may find: This is my first big fic and I'm not an experienced or "good" writer. I try to keep my spelling and grammar intact, though. I get ranty and occasionally stray out of character, though I try hard to keep it in character, because then what's the point of fanfic? I use crutch words like "smiled" and "sighed" a lot and I feel I may have pacing issues. I'm asking for a beta because I have no idea where these issues actually are, if I use them too much in certain parts, etc. I'm a panster and I tend to DUMP text on the page, accounting for the hefty word count I may need help knowing how to combine scenes or plot points. I also generally like knowing when I've accidentally done something rude, had a plot hole, or made a stupid/juvenile mistake. I also need new chapter names because I started the fic a long time ago, and chose exclusively lyrics from really cringey songs and haven't bothered changing just about anything. Plus I need to get some good foreshadowing in for part two.

Word Count/Update Info: Word count is 104,965 on AO3 but I will send you the link to my Google Doc, where it has the ongoing word count. You will see part two on the doc, but I am only concerned with part one for the time being. I update at least once a month, but sometimes two or three times. The fic is VERY close to finished and my projected word count for part one is 110,000.

What I'll do in exchange: My pretty exhaustive list of fandoms (both past and present) is: BoJack Horseman , Creepypasta , Daria , Doki Doki Literature Club , Five Nights at Freddy's , Gorillaz , Gravity Falls , Happy Tree Friends , Helluva Boss , Homestuck , Invader Zim , Johnny the Homicidal Maniac , Moral Orel , My Little Pony , Percy Jackson/Related R Riordan Books (it's been a while though) , Phineas and Ferb , Saw (Movies) , South Park , Team Fortress Two , The Amazing World of Gumball , The Owl House , Undertale and Deltarune. The only things I'm not comfy with are pornography specifically of real life people, pedophilia, incest, or underage. But otherwise that's alright. My max word count is 150k but other than that I will beta read anything in those fandoms.

Thank you!

[omniscient-wanderer-of-worlds]

Laughter | Banda Sunato

Pairing: Banda Sunato x Fem!Reader

Author's note: Fine, *aggressively opens laptop* I'll just write one myself then. Also, first fic ever so uh yeah. That's how desperate I am lol. Edit: Yeah I edited it a bit because I was sleepdeprived when I wrote/posted this and got rid of horrible spelling mistakes :)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Weird relationship (it's Banda, a serial killer and manipulative piece of shit), Violence? (because you know, it's aib?), A mention of wanting to end it all, potential spelling/grammar mistakes?

Summary: Banda Sunato takes interest in a girl he meets during a game and is captivated by her laughter

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As soon as the 20 minute timer went off, most participant immediately scrambled to get away from the open playground and ran straight into the abandoned school to find a spot to hide from the seeker who’d be released in a one minute.

Banda Sunato hadn’t moved an inch and was instead just looking around. His eyes followed the hurrying people, an eerie smile on his face. He appeared rather amused. Content even.

You were also still standing in out in the open, right behind him and staring at the back of his blood stained shirt. “Are you not going to hide mister?" You asked. "Do you want to die?”

He turned around, no surprise visible on his face. He stared at you as if he was analyzing your face. “What about yourself?”

You flashed him a smile. “I’m still thinking about a good hiding spot.”

"I wasn't referring to that." When you tilted you head he added, "do you want to die?"

You looked around you, taking in your surroundings before looking down at you phone. It read 19:22 and was counting down. "I still have so much to do, I won't die."

Banda stared at you intently and looked you up and down. You were dressed in a white summer dress which looked a little bit too clean for this world, not a spot of dirt or blood to be found. You looked very young, young enough to still remember high school infrastructure.

"Well," he started, switching topics again, “Surely someone like you knows a good hiding spot. I'd say most students that attend highschool know the place through and through, don't they?”

You hummed in response. “Home schooled.”

Banda didn’t respond or gave any sign which you would interpret as disinterest, if not for his piercing gaze. It was starting to creep you out, but you enjoyed talking to someone as you hadn't had the opportunity to make new friends in the borderlands.

“You know, it’s my first time in a school building, so I’m actually a bit excited. Well, who knows, maybe I can explore this place after the game is over, right?” You wanted to say more, but then the school bell rang, indicating that the seeker was on the move. Even though you looked around cautiously, Banda couldn’t spot any sign of actual fear on your face. As if you knew you were getting out of here alive.

“Well then,” you said with a nod and you skipped off.

He watched you leave towards the gym building. When he heard a gun shot he decided to take it as a sign that he should probably also get moving.

He followed you in the direction of the gym, but stayed behind the square columns in front of the building, covered by shadows where he knew he was safe. He looked down at his dark green button up shirt, ripped and covered in blood. It sure worked fine as camouflage.

He could oversee the entire playground from his position, including the main entrance to the school from where he could hear gunshots. It didn't take long for the seeker to exit the school building and cross the playground.

Banda moved to the other side of a column, blocking himself from the seeker's sight. This would be easy, he thought to himself. He would simply rotate around the columns until the game was over.

Well, it was only a two of clubs after all.

The seeker entered the gym and for a second it was absolutely quiet. Banda smirked. That girl is as good as dead, he thought. And when hearing the gunshots he almost patted himself on the back for his accurate prediction, but he was stopped when he heard you laughing as if you were enjoying yourself.

He froze, completely captivated by the sound. It had been a while since he'd heard such carefree laughter. What an addictive sound. How interesting. He smiled, almost wickedly.

There was a loud crash and more shots were fired before the doors opened and slammed against the wall, revealing you.

You had tried to hide in all the way up in the huge draped curtains when your hand accidentally slipped, moving the entire curtain, which had given away your hiding spot.

You were met with a barrage of bullets that miraculously didn't hit you. As always, luck is on your side, you thought.

The bullets had however apparantly hit whatever it was that supported the heavy curtains and you fell down on top of the seeker. You quickly rolled off while he fought with the curtains, trying to get out from underneath it while also shooting around randomly.

You ran out giggling. From the corner of your eye, you saw the man you were talking to before and you stopped for a second to wave at him before hiding behind the doors that you had just kicked open.

A minute later the seeker walked out and went to look for other victims. You managed to slip back into the gym unnoticed.

The rest of the game was uneventful. There were two other incidents where gunshots were heard, but when the participants walked off the school grounds after clearing the game, it seemed as if everyone made it, as far as you could recall. Your facial recognition memory wasn't awesome.

"You seem familiar."

You turned around in surprise at his sudden voice behind you. "I highly doubt that." You said.

"What's your name?"

"You seem familiar too, what's yours?" You replied, ignoring his question.

"I asked first," he responded.

You hummed. "And I don't give my name out to strangers, so it seems as if we're at an impasse." You looked at him expectantly. When he didn't appear to have any intention of answering, you turned to leave.

"Banda Sunato." It stopped you in your tracks.

Did you know him? Of course. What else is there to do when you're isolated in your house, except read books and listen to true crime podcasts? Were you scared of him? A little, but you had your own fair share of victims since arriving in the borderlands. As did everyone here.

You gave him your name. Oh how easy you were, he thought. He could definitely charm his way to you.

"Your last name, is it the same as the former prime minister?" He asked. "I thought his child died." He commented when you hummed in acknowledgement.

"Me and my mother were shot during one of his campaigns. They managed to save me, but my father got paranoid and kept me away from, well, everything ever since." Your expression fell and looked past Banda into the distance as you recalled your dull life.

"So now you enjoy the freedom you have. You're no longer locked away, and can go wherever you please. There are no rules here, so you're discovering the world for yourself, instead of through media. It's why you're walking around with curiosity instead of falling into despair, and also why you're the only one in the game who was enjoying themselves." Banda's voice was dangerously low and his eyes dark as he scanned your face.

"I bet your isolation messed with your mind. You've probably thought of ending it all, so you aren't scared at the prospect of dying, right." He concluded for you.

You didn't answer him. Partially annoyed that he thought he was smart enough to make assumptions as if he knew you, and also annoyed because he wasn't wrong.

He had stepped closer to you during his analysis and you fought the urge to put a step back to get him out of your personal space.

"I like that." He finished. His face hovering close to yours.

You nervously laughed. "So I won't be your fifth victim then?"

Banda's smile widened as if you said something funny. "You've caught my attention. Let's be partners."

"I don't know, what's your policy on killing partners?" You asked, finding the situation ridiculous.

He leaned closer to you and you could feel his breath on your cheek. "If you pledge yourself to me, I'll show you the beauty of this world." He spoke lowly.

Now that interested you.

You opened your mouth to answer when he closed the small gap between you two, pressing his lips to yours, hand wrapping around the back of your neck, thumb against your pulse.

You've never been kissed before, but found yourself pushing back against him, grabbing onto his shirt, not lettiing go even after the kiss ended.

"Oh you meant that kind of partner." You giggled when you broke apart.

Then your giggling started to grow into a laughing fit, because how could you not if you stopped to think about the situation. You just had your first kiss with a serial killer stranger whom you just met 25 minutes ago in a life or death game in an abandoned world.

Banda relished in the sound of you, corners of his mouth curling up in satisfaction. Gotcha, he thought.

When you managed to subdue your giggles and he didn't move or say anything else, you decided to go and start walking towards your appartment with him in tow.

"Your shirt is ripped and covered in dirt and blood." You said while wiping away the blood on your hands from grabbing his shirt.

You flashed him a smile. "Luckily for you, I have a clean light blue button up shirt at home."

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Part 3

[starrycollesta]

I love your fics so much!! Can you write smth with sub Eddie where you guys are just friends and you catch him touching himself moaning your name and he gets super embarrassed like on the verge of tears so you take care of him and make him feel better??

FOR YOU !

━━━━ PARING ! eddie munson x dom!reader

━━━━ WORDS ! 1,234

━━━━ SYNOPSIS ! you walk in on eddie masturbating and you decide to help him out.

━━━━ INCLUDES ! masturbating, oral sex (m receiving), smut, slight dom!reader, sub!eddie, fluff galore.

sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes | cross posted on AO3 | MASTERLIST | REQUEST ME !

gif and photos are not mine.

THANKS FOR THE 100+ FOLLOWERS !

You were extremely agitated with your mom's constant whining about your grades, so you snuck away to Eddie's trailer like you usually had a habit of doing. You liked going to Eddie’s place to get away.

You knocked once on his door.

No answer.

Eddie usually was quick to answer the door with his signature lopsided grin but this time he didn't answer. His van was clearly in the driveway so that meant he was here.

Maybe he was busy with something? Or maybe he didn't want company...

You knocked on the door again. You waited at the door in silence, worried thoughts racing through your mind.

Still, no answer.

Sighing, you opened the door and walked in. You took in the aroma of an extremely poignant scent of weed. You looked around for Eddie, but he wasn’t in the living room.

Maybe he was in his bedroom?

You walked up to his bedroom but stopped abruptly at his door staring wide eyed.

Eddie was moaning your name.

The door was cracked slightly so you could peak in his room. He laid on his bed, fully clothed, but his cock was out of his jeans, and he was pumping it aggressively. His eyes were shut, and his lips were parted while he threw his head back and moaned your name again.

You bit your lip and clamped your thighs together as you watched the scene before you.

It was so horrible to peak at your best friend masturbating, but you couldn't help it. He looked so hot like this, plus he was moaning your name.

Suddenly Eddie opened his eyes and made direct contact with you.

Just your fucking luck.

"Shit!" Eddie yelled and quickly covered himself with his hands.

Once you heard a ‘zip’, you reluctantly opened up the door and revealed yourself. Eddie stared wide eyed in fear as he looked at you then quickly turned away.

Neither of you said anything for some time. This is extremely embarrassing for the both of you.

"H-how much did you see." Eddie didn't make eye contact with you when he spoke. He sat on the side of the bed with his head down. You couldn't make out his face because his mop of hair was covering him.

You felt so bad for him. He shouldn't feel ashamed of what he was doing. You didn't mean to embarrass him like this.

"I...seen enough, Eddie. You shouldn't feel ashamed, or guilty. It was wrong of me to peep like such a creep." you cautiously walked over to him until you stood in front of him. You got on your knees so you could see his face. He looked up at you through his hair, tears in his eyes. You reached your hand to caress his cheek and whip away the forming tears.

"You're not a creep. It's me who's the creep here. I was...moaning your name and t-touching myself. It was wrong of me. Fuck, I'm sorry. I get if you never want to speak or even look at me again..."

You shook your head as Eddie rambled on and on about how sorry he was. You couldn't take him speaking like you hated him any longer.

"Eddie, stop." you sighed, frustrated. Eddie immediately clamps his mouth shut, "Don't ever speak like I'll even be capable of hating you. Eddie, you've been my best friend since fifth grade. You’re like the only real friend I've got so why would I just throw it all away because of something like this?"

Eddie put his head back down and you were quick to lift it back up. You stared into his beautiful brown eyes and smiled widely at him, to which he gave a small smile back.

"I have something to tell you, something you probably already figured out." the smile was gone from his face and was replaced by a nervous expression.

"Hey, no need to be nervous. Remember that I'll never hate you. I promise." you tried to reassure him.

He took a deep breath before nodding and continuing, "I've had a crush on you for a while now, but I never told you because I didn't want our friendship to be ruined. I really fucking like you a lot."

You were speechless, to say the least. You never expected him to say this. You almost couldn't believe it.

Eddie Munson, your friend for years, likes you.

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest.

"I feel the same way, Eddie."

Eddie's eyes went wide in disbelief. His mouth opened and closed as if he was debating on what to say.

"Wait, really?"

You nodded and giggled, "Yes, Eddie, I really do."

You leaned up to kiss him softly and he responded to the kiss almost instantly. Your lips meshed well with his. His tongue brushed up against your lips, asking for permission to which you granted. You slowly stood up and straddled his lap with your arms around his neck. His yelped softly into the kiss as you grinded yourself onto him.

"Fuck..." Eddie slowly pulled away from the kiss to breathe. You leaned your forehead against his and kissed the side of his mouth.

"Can I suck you off?" you whispered in his ear, resulting in Eddie's breath to hitch.

"Are you sure? you don't have to just because I-"

"Trust me Eddie. I want to do this." you smiled at him before giving him a peck on the lips. You got off his lap and returned to your knees in front of him.

Eddie stared down at you, attention never wavering. You stared back up at him with a smirk on your lips as your hand rubbed his cock through his jeans.

He bit his lip to stop from moaning out, but a few whimpers escaped. You slowly tugged down his jeans and checkered boxers to feel him. His dick felt so heavy in your hand. Pre-cum spilled from his bright red tip.

"Oh god..." Eddie whimpered out before bucking up into your hand.

You leaned closer to him and gave his cock a few small licks. Eddie let out a loud moan and bucked up into your mouth for more pleasure.

You forced yourself not to gag when you took him fully into your mouth. He filled your mouth up so perfectly. He was the perfect size for you.

You started to move your head up and down on his cock. You continued to look up at him as you gave him pleasure. His lips were parted, and his hands gripped the sheets on either side of him. You bobbed your head up and down more quickly.

"Ah, ah, shit, I think I'm gonna cum, oh fuck~" Eddie's head lolled on his shoulders and his hips continued to thrust up into your mouth. You felt Eddie convulsing in your mouth. You gave a few strong sucks until he let out a low groan and spilled his hot sperm into your mouth.

You quickly swallowed all his spurts of cum and moved away from his cock with a light 'pop'. Eddie flopped himself on the bed, chest heaving. You got off your aching knees and sat on the bed beside him.

"Sorry you didn't get to cum." Eddie spoke apologetically.

You waved off his apology with a smile.

"It's fine. I wanted to make you feel good. You can make me cum next time."

[lxkeeeee]

Epiphany

Venti x Male! Dendro Archon! Reader

Prologue

My horrible attempt of rewriting my old Venti x Dendro Archon Reader fic 'Stolas' and make it follow canon storyline as possible with canon characters and events. I'll also remove some nsfw scenes because I didn't like it (past me was very horny okay)

I'll try to add some of my og ideas to it too.

Please don't expect to much for me to actually completely follow the timeline because I don't remember much of the lore and I don't have the energy to dive into it TvT

Also romance is kinda fast paced? I really like the "I fell in love with you at first sight" and "he fell first but they fell harder" trope idk why.

Sorry for the horrible grammar, English isn't my first language. And sorry for the spelling mistakes, I'm too lazy to check this. Maybe I need a beta reader? Nah, no beta. We die like men.

Anyways!

For the prologue, I won't be using [y/n] to refer to you yet, since the timeline is still after the archon war.

Warnings: mentions of war, blood, and death. Fem-aligned dni.

Epiphany

(n.) A moment when you suddenly feel that you understand, or suddenly become conscious of something that is very important to you.

Thousand of years ago, after the Archon War...

"Barbatos." A masculine yet silky voice softly calls out.

Barbartos, the newly crowned Archon of Anemo looked behind him to see his dearest friend Stolas, the newly crowned Archon of Dendro. Barbatos' grin widened to see him. As of now, the Seven newly crowned Archons are gathered in one setting, celebrating the end of an era and welcoming a new one—one without war and chaos, one without bloodshed.

Barbatos knew the Dendro Archon only during the war, the God of Dendro actually offered to help him and his friend take down Decarabian when he was still a wind spirit and he was suspicious of him at first but the God of Dendro assured them that he isn't doing this for cruel motive, he simply wanted to form bonds with other nations to offer assistance during the war.

“I can't offer much but I believe that knowledge is power."

Is what the Archon of Wisdom have said back in the day, Stolas provided them with numerous knowledge when it comes to strategies, medicine, weapons, and more.

With the resistance's will and along with the knowledge the Dendro Archon shared to them, they emerged victorious.

Unfortunately, many lives were lost. Including Himmel—Barbatos' dear friend.

Barbatos wanted to personally thank the God of Wisdom but unfortunately Sumeru was far too away from Mondstadt. He opt to let the wind deliver his message instead. The shock on his face when Stolas replied via through flora—specifically through his very own windwheel aster. He almost fell into the pond in windrise when the flower just started talking, only to realize the familiar voice of the God of Wisdom. They talked about the war, Himmel's death, how he took the form of his friend.

Eventually they exchange messages through the flora and fauna around them.

Suddenly, the Anemo God didn't hear anything about his dear friend for a long time.

It made him worry, He just shook his head and dismissed the horrible thoughts.

Many years went by, and not once did he heard from Stolas. A part of him thought that he perished during the war.

A part of his heart ached with the thought, whether he admits it or not, he found the God of Wisdom to be quite charming. He often finds himself thinking about him.

Stolas on the other hand, he was very busy with his own nation. He wanted to update Barbatos on how he's been but he didn't find the time to.

He also wanted to focus finding a way to create a replacement for him. He can feel his power being drained.

Not only that, he has to protect his own nation from the corrupt gods, fortunately, he had his own protectors. Which were originally wandering spirits that were killed during their human life.

Those spirits promised their loyalty to him and to the people of Sumeru.

The war has ended, 7 Gnosis were given to the Victors.

Barbatos' heart still ached for the loss of his friends, Himmel, Amos, and Stolas.

Only to have his eyes widen when seeing a familiar figure at the Venue he was going for the celebration.

Their eyes met and grin immediately etched into the God of Dendro's face.

"Well, well~ If it isn't Barbatos." Stolas mused and Barbatos swore his heart skipped a beat when he heard the familiar charming voice.

Nevertheless, he just gave a grin on his own.

"If it isn't the God of Dendro~ I thought you might have kicked the bucket a long time ago." He joked and Stolas can only laugh, Barbatos' heart skipping a beat once more.

"I apologize for not keeping in touch with you sooner Barbatos, I was simply busy with my own nation."

Barbatos pouted, "Well, good thing you're still alive then! I was really worried you know?" He says as he placed his hands on his hips.

The God of Wisdom just simply let out a laugh, the scene putting the Anemo Archon in a trance.

"Beautiful..." Barbatos softly says, clearly unaware of what he is saying. Stolas' laugh immediately pausing as his cheeks became dusted with pink.

"What?"

"What?"

They both say at the same time before they looked away from each other.

"Shall we go inside? The others might be waiting for us." Barbatos nervously suggested and Stolas just gave a small cough before composing himself, "Yes, we shall."

It's been many years after the Archon War, civilizations have now recovered after that event.

But it seems not everyone managed to recover.

Barbatos, the God of Anemo is currently sitting on top of the many fallen structures of old Mondstadt, his heart skipped when he heard a familiar voice called out to him.

"Barbatos..." A voice softly calls out.

"Ah! If it isn't Stolas, I'm surprised you visit..." His voice dying in end when he saw the figure of his dearest friend.

The Dendro Archon, who used to be so bright, so alive.... Now looks so pale, and weak. The once bright [e/c] eyes have turned dull.

Barbatos immediately rushes to his side, immediately supporting the tall male, who can barely stand.

"Oh my Archons! What happened Stolas?!" Barbatos worriedly ask as carefully placed the tired Dendro Archon into one of the newly sprouted tree inside the the room they were in.

"I may have overused my power a bit, thankfully I can still recover..." Stolas nervously says as he let out a weak chuckle.

"Sumeru would have a new God soon, I god created personally by me."

Barbatos can only look at the Dendro archon flabbergasted.

He knows how smart and wise the Dendro Archon is but to to entirely create a new God?

"I cannot simply leave my people without a ruler, not during the time where they are vulnerable."

Barbatos caress the soft cheeks of the other male, making the said male chuckle.

"I'll be asleep for awhile, will you still be there when I wake up?" Stolas softly asks, eyes beginning to drop. Barbatos simply chuckle.

"Of course~ Dream of me would you?"

This time it was you who chuckle, "If my dreams are all about you, perhaps I wouldn't want to wake up." Stolas teased, eyes already fully closed, good thing for Barbatos because his pale cheeks are dusted with red.

Barbatos playfully scoffed, "Despite being weak to the brink of passing out, you still have the strength to flirt."

You chuckled, "Goodnight Barbatos." He softly says and Barbatos noticed the roots of the fauna and flora around them began to wrap around the now sleeping Archon, as if it's embracing him.

Barbatos smiled, "Goodnight Stolas, sleep well and dream of me."

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Supporters of these get blocked.

I find it hard to answer asks - I get overwhelmed very easily plus my memory sucks - but I promise I see them and I'm thinking about them. also I'm a horrible little beast when it comes to responding to messages in general ajsjs once again memory issues

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[mxthtea]

OKAY THEN *cracks knuckles* one WS scientist (reader) turned themselves into a child. Nobody knew how they did it, and trying to read the notes was a nightmare (reader has doctor writing). So, in the meanwhile, they decided to let Natasha take care of them, but there was a problem, they wanted Mei and only Mei. (they threw a tantrum... so noisy..). Mei accepted (begrudgingly) to take care of them the time she wasn't in Elysian realm while Kevin and Jackal tried to search a way to turn them [1/?]

sorry if all the details weren't included anon, but i hope this was good

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mei & gn! reader warnings: use of y/n, child transformation?, grammar + spelling mistakes, lowercase writing, tell me if i forgot any description:

mei opened the door to your lab, expecting to find you. however what she found was ...

a child ?!?!

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mei opened the door to your lab, expecting to find you. however what she found was …

a child ?!?!

well, the kid looked like you. same face just squishier, same clothing just smaller, same everything just… tinier. was this you? this had to be you, right? there'd be no other way that this kid that looked almost exactly like you couldn't be you now.

mei walked over to the kid who looked just like you. the kid looked up at her, childish eyes staring at her with a frustrated look written all over their face. if mei didn't need you for part of a mission that was coming up for raven then she would have laughed. but with a random kid that looked like you, and probably was you.

"y/n?"

"the experiment went wrong!" the sudden shouting from the kid surprised mei.

she watched as the kid, now known as you, flailed their arms around in a tantrum.

"wha-" but mei couldn't even get the first word of her question out fully before the door to your lab was opened again.

"mei? what's taking you so lo- oh."

raven walked to the purple-haired girl's side as they both watched you yell about your experiment for a bit longer before deciding it was no use. they both shared a look before mei walked to your desk, where the files on your most recent project were written down.

"all of these are unreadable," mei said. true to her word, all of your hand written notes were all scribbled around and shaped into weird curves.

"not surprising," raven shrugged as she picked you up into her arms, "our childish scientist here isn't known for having readable handwriting."

you huffed but said nothing in reply to your coworker's comment.

"whatever it was they're trying to do, it obviously went horribly wrong. we should go report this to kevin to find out what to do with this… situation we have here. there's still a mission to prepare for in a few days after all."

raven nodded, "I'll watch over y/n for now. if we're lucky, jackal and kevin should find the cure to this predicament within a few days."

within the following days, raven and mei were the ones to take care of you. jackal, and sometimes kevin, had taken over the role of trying to find the cure for you. side effects of the failed experiment also seemed to show themselves overtime as well. you started to exhibit more childlike behaviors.

while you were still as smart as before, you were way more energetic now. you enjoyed playing games, coloring, or just flat out running around. if raven or mei were more curious, they would let you loose on jackal's entire lab area to see what you would do. what was more strange, you started to call mei 'big sister mei' and raven 'aunty raven.' no one else got the treatment of familial nicknames except those two but it was half expected as they were your main caretakers.

you had also grown strangely attached to mei. it was fine when raven would take care of you but you still preferred when mei was with you. you'd play with the horns she had in her herrscher form or braid her hair when she let you do it. to onlookers it was strange to watch a herrscher play with a child but to mei it was strangely nice to do so.

being in world serpent was stressful, of course. stress was the only common thing everyone in the organization had in common by now. but with you, mei got a bit of a time off.

but that wasn't today.

"watch them for the day, i'm spending time at ER," mei said. she passed you over to raven who nodded.

"mei! why're you going to the ER? are you hurt?" you asked the herrscher questions before she could walk away for the day.

"i'm visiting a special place only i can go to right now, okay?" mei explained lightly, "don't cause any trouble for aunty raven, alright?"

you nodded, watching sadly as the herrscher turned to leave.

what felt like hours seemed to pass as you waited for the herrscher to show up. no matter what raven tried to do to make you feel better, you had little interest in what she was trying to do. even when raven got up to speak to an unknown member you zoned out and stared at the blank wall. it was way too boring.

"i have to leave for a bit," raven's voice pulled you away from the wall before she continued, "an important mission came up so aunty raven has to go take care of it. don't cause any trouble, alright? aunty raven doesn't want to deal with uncle kevin's absurd paperwork later."

you nodded as raven and the unknown member left, leaving you.

all on your own.

with no one to watch you.

wandering around the entire building, you found a room that had two very large doors. even if aunty raven told you to stay and not cause trouble, you still wanted to find big sister mei! she said she was in the ER, whatever that meant, so you had to find her!

opening the large doors you found a very large main room. it branched into two other rooms around the middle. one that looked super boring, and the other with a comfy looking couch inside of it. obviously you turned to the one with the super comfy looking couch in it.

inside of it there were also… two other people?

one was a lady with pink hair that was tied up, she had cute looking elf ears that stuck out too. and another was a girl with really long green hair and a tight looking dress. they both sat on the couch, far away from each other, not looking like the particularly wanted to talk at all.

and with no care in the entire world, you stepped into the room. both of the ladies jolted up to look at you as you walked towards the couch. the lady with green hair gave a sly smile as she watched you climb onto the middle of the couch.

as you thought, it was indeed comfy.

"and who do you happen to be?" the lady with green hair asked, she brought herself closer to you on the couch.

"i'm waiting for big sister mei. aunty raven left me alone because she had a super important missions to take care of and big sister mei said she had to go to the 'ER' today," you huffed out.

"well your big sister mei never told us about you! you're the cutest thing i've ever seen," the pink haired lady smiled. she sat closer to you, putting an arm around your shoulder and dragging you even closer to you.

"my name is elysia and the green lady is named mobius. you happen to be within the elysian realm where your big sister mei said she would be at for the day. she happens to be busy right now but she'll be out very soon! then she can properly introduce you to us."

little time seemed to pass as you spent time with both of the girls you had just met. mobius asked a lot of questions about you and even more when you said you're not even supposed to look like this.

"oh? then what happened?" she asked.

"i accidentally messed up a stupid experiment i was trying to do! now i'm stuck like this for the next few days. big sister mei and aunty raven have been taking care of me while jackal and kevin try to 'fix me' now. but it's taking so long!"

your little hands messed with elysia's hair more as you continued to rant about how you got stuck in this little form. unknown to you, mobius was already thinking of some of her own experiments that could be done with your assistance.

"y/n? what're you doing here?"

and speak of the herrscher you were looking for this entire time.

"big sister mei!" you cheered.

you let go of elysia's hair and ran to mei to hug her. even with shock written all over her features, she still picked you up into her arms and held you.

"how did you get here?" mei asked.

"well, i went through what must've been the entire headquarters here. aunty raven left for an important mission but i didn't want to be all alone! so i came to find you but met these nice ladies!"

you pointed at mobius and elysia, who waved right back at mei. the herrscher sighed as she put you down, telling you to go play with the two ladies you had just met. she eyed mobius as you ran to elysia to finish braiding up her hair messily.

"any plans?" kevin's voice appeared beside mei.

"i'll have to write a long report now… how did they even find this place?"

kevin gave a half shrug and watched with mei as you played with elysia's hair.

the herrscher would have to wait knowing that once she left, there'd be a ton of questions for her.

[lilmissuncreative]

Tagged by @astarkey 😁

Friends to lovers or enemies to lovers? Oh, for real - enemies to lovers. IT IS ABOUT THE YEARNING!!!!

Be forced to watch a terrible movie adaptation of your favorite fic or an amazing adaptation of your least favorite fic? amazing adaptation of least fav fic - I can’t risk my favourite things being ruined. not in this economy.

Read fanfic chapters backwards, last to first, or read them as parsed from google translate? .....Parsed??? I think. 

Consume every fanfic as an audiobook read by a monotone narrator, or have to read every fanfic on a tiny printed piece of paper written in yellow highlighter? The second. My listening comprehension STILL sucks. I’ll never get through it.

Get a tattoo on your body of every fanfic title you read, or never read fanfic again? Lol. Tattoo me up!

Vampire Au or Werewolf Au? Either or. Depends on how much lore and world-building happens.

Get sold to a boy band, or be stuck in a time loop with your love interest? TIME LOOP. TIME LOOP. THE ANGST WOULD BE SUCH FUN!

Kill your favorite character, or marry your least favorite character? I’ll only kill favourite character if I can resurrect them.

Meet your love interest in a coffee shop AU or a college AU? COFFEE SHOP AU!!!

Have your fic history leaked, or never read another fanfic again? Leaked where? I would need the exact details of this to choose. My industry is very small and old-school. I will never be able to work again.

Be able to read amazing fanfiction but it always has an mpreg plot twist, or only read bad fanfiction for the rest of your life? ... oofff. The .... amazing... fanfiction. I’ll have my eyes skim over the bits I don’t vibe with, to minimize harm.

Gay ships or straight ships? BOTH!

Ship a rarepair with almost no content, or a pair with lots of content but almost all of it is cracky nightmare smut? rarepair.

See your OTP shatter years after their happily ever after, or never have the happily ever after happen in the first place? The second. I’ve seen the first in shows and it broke me. NO MORE! LET ME LIVE!

Read a poorly written but complete fanfic, or a literary masterpiece last updated June 2013? the masterpiece.

Read SSSS++++ tier smut with almost 11k words, or 70k words worth of fluff? lol. definitely both.

Read only alternate universe fanfics, or only canon fanfics? i love AUs.

Introduce fanfics to your normie friend with an ongoing smut fic with great writing, or a complete fluff fic with terrible writing? ... haha. I would tell them about the concept of fanfic, send the A03 link and have the rest just unfold.

Read your NOTP with all your favorite tropes and perfect characterization, or your OTP with tropes you despise and inconsistent characterization? The NOTP.

Read a fic with an interesting concept but very poor writing, or read a fic with an uninteresting concept with really good writing? The interesting concept. poor writing isn’t the biggest turn off for me, tbh.

Have a major character death, or have a bed sharing scene but it's a ship you hate? if it’s a fav character, then the second.

Read a fanfic that has consistent grammar and spelling mistakes, or one that the characters are wildly different than canon? the first. we all make mistakes.

Every fanfic includes Jackson Wang, or every fanfic includes at least one NSFW moment? don’t know who this is - but i’m gonna say NSFW.

Read the most absolutely messed up dead dove with your most wholesome otp, or subject yourself to 100,000 words of your NOTP all written in a solid block with no punctuation and horrible grammar? i’ll read every 3rd word when the dead dove pops up.

Have the power to read every fanfic in existence, or have the power to make any ship canon? READ EVERY FANFIC, BABY!

Have your OTP get together in canon but one of them dies in a tragic way, or all members of your OTP survive but get together with other people? no more death of beloved OTPs.

Read a cringy 70 chapter Harry Styles mafia AU, or a highschool Kpop AU y/n fic horrible grammar? nope.

Accidentally send your boss a super detailed smut fic, or read a super detailed smut fic about your boss? haha. my boss is not that savvy. i’m sure I can explain it away or recall the email. he won’t believe me, but he won’t know enough to form a better explanation.

Read smut fanfic aloud to your parents, or submit fanfic to the employer of your dream job? would have to be the second. I can find other work. 

Pine after an oblivious love interest, or be the oblivious love interest being pined after? haha. i love the pining.

Hanahaki disease, or your soulmates first words to you tattooed on your body (and they're really stupid)? pffft - the tattoo

Be an Alpha, Beta, or Omega in omegaverse? nope.

Read a fanfic where the characters turn into furries, or a fanfic where the characters all get pregnant? lol - why!?

Be able to resurrect dead fics, or have the power to create of plethora of new fics effortlessly? I would’ve said the second, but I was recently thinking about that heartland fic that got deleted and now I think the first one.

tagging @alwaysupatnight and @yossariandawn, and anyone else who wants to play.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

*I'm going to post info about the fic above the title incase you don't want to read my feelings/rant 🤣. Author notes below the cover photo*

Fic Title: Golden Nights

Short synopsis: Y/N is a women on mission with a goal to own her own dance studio. After working two jobs and saving for years to achieve her dream, she's finally within an arms reach. What happens when an unlikely Pro Hero shows up at her club as part of an investigation? Will Y/Ns dreams become a reality or will this new face change her life forever?

WARNINGS:

This fic will contain 18+ NSFW content! There will be potentially triggering material in this fic! Please read with caution. I never want tk make anyone uncomfortable. That's not the goal. This fic is sad. I cried. I mean I cry at alot of fics but I cried for the reader. The ending will be fluffy because I can't end on pain. The fic is very female empowered as well. Bakugo is a fucking simp and soft boy. I'm sorry I cant control it.

Also Y/N uses she/her pronouns. I tried to keep Y/N as description-less as possible but I describe specific life events that required detailing Y/Ns features. There is mention of Y/N being "little" or "small" compared to Bakugo but let me just say, I imagine Pro Hero Bakugo to be massive! Like I'm 6'0" myself and I imagine him to be taller than me and built. It's ok if he's not, that's just how I invison it and portray it in my writing.

Upload schedule:

I plan to publish the first few chapters this week. Hopefully it will be up by Friday. I'll mass post them because I'm horrible at establishing a story in the first chapter so you get an aggressive amount. Then I'll slow down on posting.

I currently have the first 17 chapters read through and mostly edited. I apologize in advance for spelling mistakes and poor grammar. It's never been a strong suit of mine. I just add adjectives and descriptors until my heart is full 🤣

*post edit: I know my title making skills lack ok. 2007 called, they want their power point title back 🤣

AUTHOR NOTES (you can ignore me)

I'm so fucking excited to post this. I think its pretty good if I'm being honest. Not to toot my own horn but yeah, you know fuck imma hype myself up! I'd consider myself a decent writer. With that, I'm long winded. I know this, it's a character flaw at this point that I must accept. I actually use to take point deductions on college essays because I couldn't contain myself. I'm also really bad at proper grammar usage. I pre-apologize.

Also, I plan to write for a few animes in the future including Haikyuu, Attack on Titan and more My Hero Academia. I've got a few other animes I'm getting into but I don't feel comfortable writing for them yet. Haikyuu is my comfort anime right now and let me just say, I need some fics about the coaches ok 🤚🏻 while people be drooling over Bokotu, I'm over here drooling over Mizoguchi Sadayuki (coach of Aoba Johsei). Ukai who? Naoi Manabu (coach of Nekoma) is a cut above! You can't sit there and tell me Oiwake Takurō (coach of Date tech) isn't immaculate. I'm sorry, my preferences are showing 👀 I feel like I'd make a good team mom 😊 I'd adopt all the teams, read them stories and make them cookies.

I'm doing it again with the ranting. Ok I'm done. Have a plesent day. Drink some water, touch some fucking grass and kick some ass 🙌🏻

-T 🖤

(Aka the millenial who went to therapy but it going back to the OG therapy, Tumblr and reading fan fics 🙂)

(I'm kidding kids, stay in therapy)

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

Two of my favorite fanfic youtubers had a collab answering would you rather questions, and I thought it would be fun if some of us answered them. So, here are some fanfiction questions from ColeyDoesThings and withcindy’s collab:

1 - Do you prefer friends to lovers or enemies to lovers? | Enemies to lovers

2 - Would you rather be forced to watch a terrible movie adaptation of your favorite fanfic or an amazing adaptation of your least favorite fanfic? | Terrible adaptation of my favorite fic

3 - Would you rather read fanfic chapters backwards or read them as parsed from google translate? | Backwards

4 - Would you rather consume every fanfic as an audiobook read by a monotone narrator or have to read on a tiny printed piece of papers written in yellow highlighter? | Monotone audiobook

5-  Would you rather get a tattoo on your body of very fanfic title you read or never read fanfic again? | Tatoo of every fic title 

6 - Do you prefer vampire au or werewolf au? | Vampire AU

7- Would you rather get sold to a boy band or be stuck in a time loop with your love interest? | Time Loop

8​ - Would you rather kill your favorite character or marry your least favorite character? | Marry my least favorite character, then kill them for the life insurance

9 - Would you rather meet your love interest in a coffee shop au or college au? | College AU 

10​ - Would you rather have your fic history leaked or never read another fanfic again? | Never read another fic again

11​ - Would you rather be able to read amazing fanfiction but it always has an mpreg plot twist or only read bad fanfiction for the rest of your life? | Mpreg plot twist

12​ - Would you rather gay ships or straight ships? | No comment

13​ - Would you rather ship a rarepair with almost no content or a pair with lots of content but almost all of it is cracky nightmare smut? | Rarepair

14​ - Would you rather see your otp shatter years after their happily ever after or never have the happily ever after happen in the first place? | Never be happy in the first place (one is tragic, the other’s just depressing)

15​ - Would you rather read a poorly written but complete fanfic or a literary masterpiece last updated june 2013? | Literary masterpiec-

16​ - Would you rather read SSSS++++ tier smut with almost 11k words or 70k words worth of fluff? | S+ tier smut

17​ - Would you rather read only alternate universe fanfics or only canon fanfics? | ..... Alternate Universe

18​ - Would you rather introduce fanfics to your normie friend with an ongoing smut fic with great writing or a complete fluff fic with terrible writing? | Ongoing smut fic

19 - Would you rather read your notp with all your favorite tropes and perfect characterization or your otp with tropes you despise and inconsistent characterization? | NOTP with fave tropes and good characterization

19​ - Would you rather read a fic with an interesting concept but very poor writing or read a fic with an uninteresting concept with really good writing?  | Uninteresting, but well-written

20​ - Would you rather have a major character death or have a bed sharing scene but it's a ship you hate? | Major character death

21​ - Would you rather read a fanfic that has constant grammar and spelling mistakes or one that the characters are wildly different than canon? | Out of character, but grammatically correct

22​ - Would you rather every fanfic includes Jackson Wang or every fanfic includes at least one nsfw moment? | NSFW moment (that’s already ~ 90% of the fics I read)

23​ - read the most absolutely messed up dead dove with your most wholesome ship or subject yourself to 100,000 words of your notp all written in a solid block with no punctuation and horrible grammar?  | Dead dove

24​ - Would you rather have the power to read every fanfic in existence or have the power to make any ship canon? | Make any ship canon (with kissing and tongue and sex scenes, the whole nine yards)

25​ - Would you rather have your otp get together in canon but one of them dies in a tragic way or all members of your otp survive but get together with other people? | Tragic death, all the way

26​ - Would you rather read a cringy 70 chapter harry styles mafia au or a high school kpop au y/n fic with horrible grammar? | Harry Styles mafia au

27​ - Would you rather accidentally send your boss a super detailed smut fic or read a super detailed smut fic about your boss? | Read a smut fic about my boss

28​ - Would you rather read smut fanfic aloud to your parents or submit smut fanfic to the employer of your dream job? | Read smut fanfic aloud to my parents (I feel like we’d all forget about it two weeks later, tbh)

29​ - Would you rather pine after an oblivious love interest or be the oblivious love interest pined after? | Be the oblivious love interest (I want to be the beloved, not the lover, ok)

​30 - Would you rather hanahaki disease or your soulmate's first words to you tattooed on your body (and they're really stupid)? | Tattoo soulmate’s first words

31​ - Would you rather be an alpha, beta, or omega in omegaverse? | Beta

32​ - Would you rather read a fanfic where the characters turn into furries or a fanfic where the characters all get pregnant? | All get pregnant

33​ - Would you rather be able to resurrect dead fics or have the power to create a plethora of new fics effortlessly? | Create new fics

Tagging: @funkylittlebidiot, @stark-strange-love2, @stxphxn-strange, and anyone else who wants to!

Obviously, anyone can use these if they want to, and no one has to if they don’t want to or don’t have the energy. Or you can just answer the questions you vibe with. Have fun!

[the-bee-graveyard]

The Fine Line

Chapter One

Wow, you stayed around long enough to read chapter two, thank you! Warning, this chapter’s going to be angsty because we’re getting more Brenda and Teresa interactions, you have been warned. 

It will usually take me about a week for each chapter, but I was really excited so I wrote this one quickly. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. 

Chapter summary: Minho and Sonya hold their plotting circle on the beach, and Brenda and Teresa are forced to be there together. Their plan has a very, um, what’s a good word, interesting outcome. Platonic Thomas reunion. Sonya and Minho finish each other's statements a little bit. This chapter’s going to be a bit longer because I wanted to do a few different events in this chapter, but usually I’ll try to stick to three parts/POV’s per chapter.

Let me know what you guys think! I love feedback!

TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added): @izzymultifan

Chapter Two: The Fine Line Between Hatred and Hesitant  Friendship

Part One: Teresa’s POV

Teresa had been an only child before the flare destroyed her life, but she was convinced that fate gave her Thomas to fill in the role of her brother. Sometimes it felt like she loved Thomas more than herself, more and more as she realized all the horrible things she’d done. 

That's why it killed her knowing Thomas was mad at her.

He didn’t notice her standing near the tables meals were ate at, he sat with his back to her next to Newt. Frypan, Gally, and Minho saw her though, Frypan waved to her. She spoke to him yesterday, and he’d been quick to give her a second chance, and she was grateful to him. She needed the win yesterday after Brenda blew her off quickly.

She saw Brenda eating at a table with Jorge, glaring at her as she walked over to Thomas. Frankly Teresa didn’t care, she didn’t need Brenda’s permission to speak to Thomas, and Brenda couldn’t force Thomas to stay away from Teresa. He probably wanted to do that enough on his own anyways.

“Tom,” Teresa said, tapping her old friend on the shoulder, her voice small. “I’d like to speak to you for a moment. In private.” Newt looked up at her first, glaring at her. Thomas looked up at her next, his expression less rebate than Newt’s.

“Of course Teresa,” Thomas said, getting up off the bench. They walked over to the edge of the group of tables.

“I wanted to apologize,” Teresa said. “I tortured Minho and I got almost the whole right arm killed and I hurt you in a way I can never heal, and I can’t take those things back. I’ve wanted to so badly but I can’t. I understand if you never want to see me again, if you hate me, I can live with that. I just want you to know I regret it. If I could do it all over again I’d kill Ava Paige myself Thomas, I swear.”

Thomas didn’t speak for a moment, it had to be the most suspenseful moment of her life. 

“I don’t hate you Resa,” Thomas said. “You saved Newt, I can’t hate you after you did that. And it’s not just that. I can’t hate you because I see me in you. I can see how easily I would’ve done the exact same thing you did, most people would have. You were manipulated Teresa, I can’t blame you for that. And I’ll never forget what you did, and I can’t speak for everyone else here, but I’m willing to forgive you.” Teresa pulled Thomas into a tight hug.

“That’s good to hear, because I’m pretty sure Brenda and Newt have already made up their minds on me,” Teresa said. Thomas chuckled.

“Newt’s the kindest person I know, and you saved his life. He’ll come around, Minho did, and you did worse to Minho than you did to Newt. Brenda’s stubborn, but she’ll come around too. She just needs time, everyone does. You can't expect everyone to just welcome you back with open arms, even if you did make the cure.”

“I’m surprised Vince even let me stay.”

“Oh he didn’t want to, Jorge fought on your behalf. Jorge said you’re just a child, and that Mary would’ve forgave you. He doesn’t like it, but he let you stay.” Teresa closed her eyes for a minute and pictured the kind doctor that saved Brenda’s life, Mary. She saw Mary’s lifeless body. She did that.

“I’ll make them forgive me one day Tom, I’ll do something.” Thomas offered her a friendly smile.

“I know you will Resa, you always do.”

Part Two: Sonya’s POV

They’d formed a circle on the beach. Sonya sat in between Aris and Harriet. Minho, Gally, and Frypan sat on the other side of Frypan, Minho and Gally’s hands intertwined. Brenda and Teresa sat on the other side of Aris, as far apart as two people next to each other could be. Harriet had her head rested in Sonya’s lap.

“Are we ready to start?” Minho asked. Everyone nodded, including Sonya. 

“I assume you’ve all figured out why we’re here based on the absence of two people,” Sonya said. “Minho and I talked, and we’re sick of Newt and Thomas dancing around each other, so we’ve decided to do something about it, but we’re going to need your help. We’ve already discussed a plan.” Frypan raised his hand. “Yes, Frypan?”

“Is anything going to be against the rules?” Frypan asked.

“Absolutely, but nothing that big. We’re breaking the rules right now so don’t give me the speech,” Minho said.

“So what’s the plan?” Teresa asked. Sonya didn’t know how she felt about Teresa. Teresa had gotten Mary killed, both Aris and Sonya herself captured, and almost got her brother killed, but she also saved Newt’s life and everyone else seemed to have forgiven her.

“Our plans in phases,” Sonya said. “We’ll start phase one tomorrow morning. Minho’s going to go talk with Thomas later, and get him to talk about Newt. Minho’s going to have a walkie-talkie behind his back. Gally’s going to have the other walkie-talkie so Newt can hear everything nice Thomas says about him. Any questions?” Brenda raised her hand.

“What if Thomas doesn’t say nice things about Newt?” Brenda asked.

“Bren, sweetie, you’ve spent five seconds around Thomas before. You know he will. I officially declare this meeting of the get Newtmas together club disbanded, we’ll regroup tomorrow to discuss our progress,” Minho said as he stood up.

Part Three: Brenda’s POV

“Brenda! Wait!” Oh dear lord. Brenda sighed and turned around to see Teresa running towards her.

“What do you want?” Brenda asked as she kept walking, but Teresa had already caught up to her.

“I just wanted to tell you Thomas forgave me.” Teresa didn’t dress like most of the people at the safe haven, she wore a blue and white dress and her black hair down, because everything about her had to be special. Brenda rolled her eyes. Someone needed to give this girl a job and a reality check.

“Yeah, I know. He’s an idiot, that’s old news.” Brenda tried to walk faster to get away from the girl, but Teresa had longer legs and caught up with ease.”What the hell do you want from me?”

“I want you to like me,” Teresa blurted out. “Or at least, I want you to not completely hate me. We could’ve been friends Brenda, I want that.”

“If you don’t remember, since you seem to have very selective memory loss, WICKED killed my father and brother. My brother probably died in your precious mazes. If Jorge didn’t smuggle me out of WICKED when he worked for them, I would have died in your precious mazes,” Brenda lashed out. Forgiving Thomas for building the mazes was one thing because his apologies were genuine. Teresa was only sorry because everyone told her she ought to be. She didn’t see her fault in anything. 

“I was a child Brenda, and I did what I was told. If Jorge told you to build a maze, you’d do it, wouldn’t you?” Teresa said. 

“Don’t you ever compare Jorge and me to those heathen’s and you,” Brenda snorted. 

“Please Brenda. One chance, that’s all I ask for,” Teresa pleaded, her big blue eyes starting right into Brenda’s soul.

“Fine,” Brenda sighed, already regretting this. “One chance. If you ruin that I’ll push you off the cliffs, I swear.” 

“Thank you!” Teresa said, throwing her arms around Brenda, who shoved her off quickly. “Too soon.”

“Forever is too soon for that Teresa,” Brenda replied, trying to ignore the sudden coldness in the spots where Teresa’s arms had previously been. 

Nope. 

Not today fate. 

Not this one. Literally anyone but this one.

Part Four: Newt’s POV

“Heyyyyyy there Newt,” Gally said, putting one of his arms around Newt.

“What are you up to?” Newt deadpanned. He’d known Gally long enough to know when the builder was up to something, and he was absolutely up to something now. 

“Jesus, can’t a guy come talk to his friend who almost died without getting shucking interrogated?” Gally snorted. “I hid a walkie-talkie in Minho’s coat pocket, and I taped down the speaker button. Wanna hear what he’s up to?” Whatever Newt thought Gally would be up to, it wasn’t that.

“I mean, sure?” Newt replied. He didn’t know what the right answer could possibly be to the question, because the fact the question was even asked seemed pretty bad to Newt. Gally pulled the walkie-talkie out of his pocket and turned up the volume.

“Hey Thomas,” Minho’s voice said on the other end of the walkie-talkie, quite clear for something that was supposedly in his coat pocket. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course Minho,” Thomas replied. Newt loved the sound of Thomas’s voice. He loved everything about Thomas really, but he had a nice voice. He always spoke softer with Newt, even when he was angry. he’d been one hundred percent aware of how in love with Thomas he was since the day they met, and not just the day in the maze, the day Thomas pulled back that curtain in the WICKED lab. Newt had pretended to be asleep,  but even then Thomas’s inquisitive nature had made his heart skip a beat.

“Don’t you think Newt’s hot?” If Newt had been drinking water he would have spit it out.

“I thought you and Gally were a thing now.” Thomas sounded even more confused then usual, so he must be pretty damn confused.

“I wasn't asking for me dumb shank. Yes or no?”

“Of course I think Newt’s attractive, everyone thinks Newt’s attractive.” Newt’s heart skipped a beat.

“What do you think his best quality is?” Minho asked.

“His hair. Or hands. Or eyes. Is this a trick question?” Thomas replied.

“Thank you for your input Tom, really helpful,” Minho said. Newt couldn’t listen any more. He looked up at Gally and solemnly spoke,

“Gally, I’m sorry mate.”

“What?” Gally said.

“I can’t believe Minho would lead you on like that. Don’t worry, I’ll reject him, I’m not interested in him anyways.”

“Newt, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Well I thought it was clear, but I’ll give it to you straight: Minho’s clearly into me, not you.” 

[funkylittlebidiot]

Thanks for tagging me @salty-ironstrange-shipper I basically have the same answers except i don’t know how to shut up

1 - Do you prefer friends to lovers or enemies to lovers? | Enemies to lovers

2 - Would you rather be forced to watch a terrible movie adaptation of your favorite fanfic or an amazing adaptation of your least favorite fanfic? | Terrible adaptation of my favorite fic

3 - Would you rather read fanfic chapters backwards or read them as parsed from google translate? | Backwards

4 - Would you rather consume every fanfic as an audiobook read by a monotone narrator or have to read on a tiny printed piece of papers written in yellow highlighter? | Monotone audiobook (this probably has the added bonus of being well funn)

5-  Would you rather get a tattoo on your body of very fanfic title you read or never read fanfic again? | Tattoo of every fic title

6 - Do you prefer vampire au or werewolf au? | Vampire AU (don’t really care much for werewolves at all though i am halfway through a cherik werewolf au that’s actually decent)

7- Would you rather get sold to a boy band or be stuck in a time loop with your love interest? | Time Loop

8 - Would you rather kill your favorite character or marry your least favorite character? | marry my least favorite character 

9 - Would you rather meet your love interest in a coffee shop au or college au? | College AU

10 - Would you rather have your fic history leaked or never read another fanfic again? | Never read another fic again

11 - Would you rather be able to read amazing fanfiction but it always has an mpreg plot twist or only read bad fanfiction for the rest of your life? | Mpreg plot twist (though is it still a plot twist if it’s in every fic?)

12 - Would you rather gay ships or straight ships? | Depends entirely on the ship

13 - Would you rather ship a rarepair with almost no content or a pair with lots of content but almost all of it is cracky nightmare smut? | Rarepair (rarepairs are where it’s at)

14 - Would you rather see your otp shatter years after their happily ever after or never have the happily ever after happen in the first place? | Never be happy in the first place (one is tragic, the other’s just depressing)

15 - Would you rather read a poorly written but complete fanfic or a literary masterpiece last updated june 2013? | Literary masterpiece (though it depends on where exactly it cuts off)

16 - Would you rather read SSSS++++ tier smut with almost 11k words or 70k words worth of fluff? | 70k words of fluff (though not too much fluff)

17 - Would you rather read only alternate universe fanfics or only canon fanfics? | define canon fanfics? cause i prefer universe alterations so i guess somewhere in the middle 

18 - Would you rather introduce fanfics to your normie friend with an ongoing smut fic with great writing or a complete fluff fic with terrible writing? | Ongoing smut fic

19 - Would you rather read your notp with all your favorite tropes and perfect characterization or your otp with tropes you despise and inconsistent characterization? | NOTP with fave tropes and good characterization

19 - Would you rather read a fic with an interesting concept but very poor writing or read a fic with an uninteresting concept with really good writing?  | Uninteresting, but well-written

20 - Would you rather have a major character death or have a bed sharing scene but it's a ship you hate? | Major character death 

21 - Would you rather read a fanfic that has constant grammar and spelling mistakes or one that the characters are wildly different than canon? | Out of character, but grammatically correct

22 - Would you rather every fanfic includes Jackson Wang or every fanfic includes at least one nsfw moment? | NSFW moment (that’s just a bonus)

23 - read the most absolutely messed up dead dove with your most wholesome ship or subject yourself to 100,000 words of your notp all written in a solid block with no punctuation and horrible grammar?  | Dead dove (dead dove can be quite interesting while the whole point of NOTPs are that they suck)

24 - Would you rather have the power to read every fanfic in existence or have the power to make any ship canon? | Make any ship canon (as long as it’s done right)

25 - Would you rather have your otp get together in canon but one of them dies in a tragic way or all members of your otp survive but get together with other people? | Tragic death (at least they love each other and it’s an easy fanfic fix)

26 - Would you rather read a cringy 70 chapter harry styles mafia au or a high school kpop au y/n fic with horrible grammar? | Harry Styles mafia au (what do you mean harry styles mafia isn’t canon??)

27 - Would you rather accidentally send your boss a super detailed smut fic or read a super detailed smut fic about your boss? | Read a smut fic about my boss (don’t have a boss... but if i did I hope they’re hot)

28 - Would you rather read smut fanfic aloud to your parents or submit smut fanfic to the employer of your dream job? | Employer (i feel like Alyssa already reads smut to her mom as a bedtime story)

29 - Would you rather pine after an oblivious love interest or be the oblivious love interest pined after? | Be the oblivious love interest (i need everyone to love me so hard)

30 - Would you rather hanahaki disease or your soulmate's first words to you tattooed on your body (and they're really stupid)? | Tattoo soulmate’s first words

31 - Would you rather be an alpha, beta, or omega in omegaverse? | Beta 

32 - Would you rather read a fanfic where the characters turn into furries or a fanfic where the characters all get pregnant? | furries (idk why but i have a thing with pregnancies)

33 - Would you rather be able to resurrect dead fics or have the power to create a plethora of new fics effortlessly? | Create new fics

Tagging: @elisaphoenix13 @just-inside-her I’d tag more but I have to go pick up my brother

Obviously, anyone can use these if they want to, and no one has to if they don’t want to or don’t have the energy. Or you can just answer the questions you vibe with. Have fun!