#the night mamager

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Helping Hand 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You're permitted to leave the dungeon of your policy review for your designated half-hour break. You go to the lunch room and sit down with your meagre tray of crackers and cheese. You pick away at it, your appetite spoiled by the rotten start to your day and the pain tearing at your muscles. You really just want to go home but you know you can't. You need the money.

Your phone shakes on the table, a loud rattle that makes you flinch. You sigh and grab it, standing up to take the call. The longer you avoid Andy, the worse it's going to get. You leave your food on the table and jar your shoulder as you pull open the door. You put the phone to your ear as you storm onto the sales floor.

"Andy, I'm at work."

"Tough shit. How hard is it for you to give me an answer? It's as simple as a text--"

"You ever think I don't want to see your mother or you? Andy," you huff and hold your breath, lowering your voice as you hurry past customers. You get outside just as you're about to burst, "you left me. You served me papers. Why are you still bugging me?"

"I asked you for a goddamn favour. And just like usual, you can't do a simple task--"

"Andy--"

"Listen to me," he hollers over you, "she's sick. Okay? She's sick and she wants to see you."

You stop on the curb, teetering on the edge. You push your neck back and groan. God, you're shoulder hurts.

"How sick?" You ask.

"Sick," he answers somberly, "please, it's one afternoon."

You exhale, "what about... her?"

Another silence as he sniffs, "that's over."

You want to scoff. You want to scream in his ear. All that for a fling that didn't even last a whole year. You hold back your venom, it doesn't change anything. You're still divorced and you still hate him.

"Too bad," you mutter, "fine, I'll come."

"Thanks," he says, "for what it's worth."

"For her, not you," you growl.

"I can drive you--"

"No, I'll figure that out myself," you turn back to the storefront, "the less time we need to be together, the better."

He clucks, "I wasn't that bad."

"Apparently I was," you shrug and let out a pathetic yipe, "god fuck!" You pull the phone away from your ear as you try to stifle your exclamation. You put it back to your cheek and cross the pavement to the door, "gotta go. Bye."

"Sunday--"

"Got it."

You hang up and shove your phone in your pocket. You whine and clutch your shoulder. Your eyes blur with tears. So much for a relaxing lunch.

You reenter the store, head down as you ignore the customers trying to get your attention. You punch the keycode into the lunchroom door and grab your uneaten snack, packing it away before returning to the backroom. As you enter, you find the office occupied.

"Ah, there you are," Jonathan greets as he turns to you, "how was your break?"

"Short," you answer and go around to sit in the chair, cradling your elbow to keep pressure off the joint of your shoulder, "thanks."

"I saw you rush out. Everything okay?"

"Yep," you roll forward and flip a page, "everything is roses."

"And how is your shoulder?" He asks.

"Good," you lie.

He stares at you. A deadlock between you. You bow your head and resume your mindless browsing of redundant rules. He comes close to the other side of the desk and rests his fingertips on the top.

"I am worried, I am not treating you maliciously," he says evenly.

"I know. I told you not to worry."

"Someone should be cautious if you won't," he insists, "I am not like that man I fended off last night–"

"He's not your problem to worry about."

"Yet, I do," he intones, "you shouldn’t let him shade your impression of the world. He is one person–"

"I don't want to talk about my ex-husband," your voice scrapes with frustration, "please," you lift your head, "I'm just trying to get through the day."

He considers you, dragging his hand away from the desk to cross his arms. His forehead ripples and his cheek twitches. He takes a breath and his chest rises and falls.

"Very well, let's keep this professional. Go home."

"What?" You sputter.

"Yes, you've had time to review the policy. Should an employee have issues performing their duties, and/or pose a risk to themselves or others, they may be dismissed," he declares, "I believe if you sit here any longer and stress your injury, you will cause irreparable damage."

"It's fine–"

"I am your boss and I am telling you to leave the premises."

You lean back, chewing on a yelp. You blink as you glare at him. You can't believe he is doing this.

"Now, since you are officially relieved of your duties, as your friend, I insist you see a doctor–"

"You can't do this–"

"I am," he shrugs nonchalantly. "Of course, you may choose to catch the bus and see how you fare with a night of discomfort and no relief or you will accept my offer and seek help. I had my physician pencil you in for an hour from now–"

"Why would you do that?" You sneer.

"Because, you are stubborn–"

"I am not your responsibility."

"Perhaps not in your mind," he smirks, "so, shall I retrieve your things from your locker or would you prefer me wait for you here?"

"I'm not going with you," you stand and close the binder, slamming your hand on the cover.

"Very well, until you seek proper care, you will not be permitted to return to work. I cannot risk the liability–"

"You are…" you begin, breathless with exasperation, "why are you doing this?"

"Doing what? Looking after you?"

"Yes," you murmur, "why would you bother?"

"Someone must," he drops his arms, "please, be mad at me all you like, it is better than hurting yourself."

You shake your head and huff, avoiding him as you round the desk, "I'll get my bag."

"I'll be here, darling," he hums smugly, "patiently."

[lucifertoxics]

pooks whenever you can and if you want, I'm in need of some fluffy cuddling with marcus 😫😫

xx

note 💌: hiii pookie! i was so happy today to see your request that you have no idea so hopefully this mamages to help with your deluluness

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my princess: marcus lopez arguello

| pairing: marcus lopez x reader

| genre: established relationship

| warning: no warnings <3

| word count: 0.4k

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Having been alone all his life, Marcus was finding sharing affection to be hard sometimes. Many would consider him a merciless killer, but once you got to know him, he wasn't how you expected him to be once you first met him.

When you and Marcus have met, you never thought that you would see yourself dating him. Once you got to know him and date him, you realised that even if he didn't know how to show affection, he tried his best when it came to you.

Tonight, you were cuddling in his bed. He was listening to the Smiths, his favorite band, while he had his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, playing softly with his hair, as you could hear the music from his headphones.

Not long after, he took a cigarette from the packet, in his jacket. Lighting up, he took a drag from it and kissed your forehead. Closing your eyes softly, feeling his faint touch, made you feel butterflies in your stomach. Looking up to him, there was no denying that he looked so calm and relaxed. The two of you would share the cigarette, and this was one of the times. It was one of your traditions, so to say and it reminds you of the night the two of you met.

He loved when you played with his hair, even if he didn't know how to show it properly. From time to time he would kiss your forehead or your cheek, mumbling words or even phrases, such as, "I love you", "my princess" and "don't leave me". Hearing those words made you realise that you would do everything for this boy, that's how much you loved him.

Not long after he said these, you saw his eyes closing and then opening again, trying to keep himself awake, wanting to spend more time with you. Marcus kissed you slowly, still having his arms wrapped around your waist. He tasted like cigarette and mint, which made you melt the second his lips touched yours. You couldn't deny that he knew how to make you feel loved and wanted, even with some simple words.

© LUCIFERTOXICS ⎯ do not translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[flowery-mess]

Wedding with Noah

It would be small intimate wedding, just with the closest people

And when I say small, I mean it would be held in the backyard of your house

Everything would be mamaged by you two or your friends

One of the boys would be officiant

Your friend would do you makeup and hair

Bryan would take pictures

The BO crew would help with decorations

Matt would make playlist and take care of music

Basically eveyrone would do something to help

It would be warm autumn weather

You and Noah being introverted and private couple, you would just engage everyone to join you in activities like first dance or cutting the cake

You would do the first look also in private, in your bedroom, where Bryan would set his camera, press playand then leave, because you wanted that moment just for yourselves, share your happy tears before the ceremony

Maybe stealing your pieces of cake to your bedroom, having little moment for just the two of you, letting in that you just got married

Your older family members leaving before midnight and then the real party would start

Lots of dancing

Lots of drinking

Everyone leaving around 3am, which leaves you two alone on the dancefloor

Listen, the idea of first dance is nice, but you two would love to do last dance

Noah would set his phone against a wine bottle on the table, you would connect your phone to the speaker and play your song

And you two would share the most intimate moment of your relationship yet

Just slow dancing to the song, not realising it's like 10th time it started from the begining

Talking about the day, about your feelings for each other, abour your honeymoon, about your future

Too tired to fulfill the thought of your first night as newlyweds

But you both make sure to make up for it the second you wake up in the morning

[kuromochimi]

omg okay i saw ur requests are open so… how would bl boys react if their spouse got pregnant? can u make it angsty if you can plz😝 i like hurting myself

• MINORS DNI • MINORS DNI • MINORS DNI •

oh this plot fits our career driven boys soooo much (reo’s is his gf since I didn’t notice the spouse part from the request while I was writing his part)

Content warnings: angst, talks of pregnancy and abortion, a bit ooc bc these boys are toxic here, characters are aged up! Not proof read

Mikage Reo

Standing in front of reo had never felt as anxiety inducing as it did right now. He was your safe space, someone you’d run to whenever you felt uneasy and for the most part, he never failed to give you the comfort you needed. He was gentle, patient, and reassuring. That was… until you handed him a positive pregnancy test. As shaken as you were, reo’s world was also spiraling as he stared at the two pink lines shown on the test. Positive. He got you pregnant and right as he was at his prime as a new football player.

“No” was all he mamaged to say. “No? Reo you- you can’t just say no” you were sobbing, thinking of how you’d have to stop your studies and how you were going to have tell your parents. “I just… yn I can’t handle a baby right now. And my parents. Fuck, my parents are-“ his hands in his hair, tugging lightly in frustration. You wanted to get mad at him and scream and push him but all you could manage to do was look at him in shock. How is he the same person who cuddled you every night and bought your flowers just because. The same person who had you in his future plans and promised to marry you as soon as you both had stable careers. Amidst reo’s sweet reputation in your heart and mind, you often forgot that he was also as career driven as he was in love. Reo had already disappointed his parents once when he chose to play sports instead of working at their family’s company. Now he’s made it to a place where they can at least commend him for his choice. He can’t risk another disappointment. His parents didn’t even know he had a girlfriend.

Finding out you were pregnant, your initial response was fear which later changed to calmness because you were so sure of reo. You were so sure that he wouldn’t leave you hanging. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so hopeful after all.

Itoshi Rin

Your relationship with rin isn’t what people think it is. Sure you were married. Sure lots of his fans adored you as well. But behind the scenes, the marriage was arranged by his parents. That said, rin was never hostile. The relationship was civil, it was peaceful even. He did his thing and you did yours.

Later on in the marriage, you both decided that since you guys were married anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to add a couple more benefits along with having each other’s (quiet and to some extent, comfortable) company. Sleeping together became a regular occurrence and without meaning to, that led to you getting pregnant, something which rin had never planned on and something he definitely won’t be happy about. You weren’t happy about it either. Not when you didn’t exactly have a healthy family to give the baby to be. Acting fast, you scrambled to your laptop to schedule yourself for an appointment to get a check up and most probably to get rid of the pregnancy. Unfortunately, in panic, you left your pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. Something that rin was welcomed with once he got home. It didn’t help that you left your laptop in the bedroom for him to see your scheduled appointments as well.

Thinking you could get by without letting rin know, you decided to act normal upon seeing him enter the kitchen. You were preparing dinner when he walked in. After smiling at him and greeting him to acknowledge his presence, you went back to dinner prep. This confused rin. Were you not going to tell him? Was the test maybe not yours? Were you fucking with him? “Really yn? Don’t you have anything to say?” “hm? what do you mean, rin? Did you want something else for dinner?” He annoyingly nodded “you’re pregnant?” This made you freeze, dropping the knife on the floor, barely missing your foot. For a second, a flash of concern hit rin’s eyes but that might as well have been your imagination. “It’s a yes then” you gave a barely there nod. “Rin I was going to tell you. I also just found out I’m sorry” he nodded again “You were going to tell me? Sure. Not like you already had an appointment with the clinic, no?” Your face lost all its color. You weren’t even sure why he was acting so annoyed. Every time your parents or his parents nudged you two to give them grandchildren, rin would always act annoyed and irritable the moment you get home. He also repeatedly expressed his refusal to have children, especially not when his career was booming. Having a wife was one thing but a child? Entirely different. He didn’t have to invest so much when it came to you. He just has to be respectful, be someone to satisfy your needs sometimes, maybe even go on a few dates here and there. Easy. But he wasn’t a monster so having a child would take up so much of his time, something he couldn’t afford to give. Was what he always said. So why was he so mad at your for just taking one step ahead? “I thought you didn’t want to have a baby, why are you mad?” You semi-shouted. “Maybe I didn’t but you can’t just decide to get rid of it on your own. That’s messed up” “okay but stop raising your voice rin, you’re scaring me. You always tell me you don’t want a baby with me so I just assumed” “Know what? Considering you seem to want to get rid of it so quick, then yeah sure, I don’t want that baby. You have my card, use it for the hospital bill or call me if you need me to be there. You probably won’t though, right?”

a/n: I suck at writing angst but here’s an attempt o(TヘTo)

[callmesel]

Okay, so remember the Artist x Muse AU i talked about yesterday?

Well, I had a dream last night (again) with another plot for this AU and it involves Ron.

The dream was that Ron wants to be an artist but he had just done portraits of his siblings. Luckily for him, he is friends with one of the most influential person in the country, aka Harry, so he has the opportunity to see one of the most famous artist of the time, aka Oliver.

So now Ron is in Oliver's door asking if Oliver could take him as his pupil. Oliver is looking at his work with the portraits of his siblings and there is one that cough his attention, as you can imagine, is Percy.

Then the dream goes on with Ron learning from Oliver until Ron doesn't need supervision or something like that, but at the same time Oliver keeps that portrait of Percy and starts to analyse it. It's pretty but is not very well done. It lacks detail while the other paintings are very well done, they look a live. While Percy's has a very stiff face and posture, unnatural even.

Oliver wanted to know why he was the exception so one of his classes with Ron he ask him if he could bring the man in the portrait with him so they can paint him because his was the only one that was kind of bad. Ron looked kind of uncomfortable but he accepts.

When Percy comes Oliver is like wow, he is prettier in person.

So this lecture is Oliver helping Ron to get the proportions right and the details of his freckles and the blue of his eyes. How his hair looks like flames under the sun and how pale his skins looks. And now Oliver is mesmerize by him.

They finish the lecture and in the next classes Oliver ask Percy come again but this time is a night lesson of how the different textures look under the moon and Oliver is just in love with how beautiful he looks. Is like he glows and -insert another romantic descriptions for this man-

He wants to call Percy over more but he know that he can't because his brother is just there and he will notice his obsession with him and that is not good. Also because Ron has to learn more about other types of skin and face structure.

So he ask Percy to model for him outside of his classes with Ron and slowly Oliver can't think of painting anything else but Percy.

Every project, every artwork, is him and even when he has a comission he mamages to sneak Percy into it and no one seems to notice so he doesn't think to mucho of it.

Then one of his artworks is sold to a gallery and is Percy wearing a white gown under the moonlight looking quite angelic.

Oliver has asked Percy if he wanted to remain anonymous and Percy said yes so noone except Oliver and Percy's relatives knew who the model of the painting was.

With time Oliver and Percy slowly fall in love but they are discovered and persecuted for being homosexuals. They burned Oliver paintings, leaving just a few hidden away but their friends.

Years later they are rediscovered and put in a museum. Letters and journals of their story are spread worldwide.

One of the most famous paintings is one that Ron made, is Oliver and Percy dancing under the moonlight even though there was a mob of people going after them. They were happy with each other and they didn't care what the rest of them thought.

In the modern day, a young couple looked at that same painting. Both being a replica of that same couple. They look at each other and smile.

Then there is a scene where you see them leaving and is them once again reunited, in a different time, happy with each other.

And supposedly is their souls that found each other once again and they are soulmates and stuff like that.

I know that I'm my dream there was like a big plot twist between the first painting and their death but I can't remember so, idk

But I keep having theses dreams of them in different situations that I can't get out of my head.

[x-galactic-star-x]

Imagine

Night is still young by Nicki Minaj

but you have an entire flashback of you hanging out with Cayde and builfing your realitonship little by little.

going on missions, goin for a walk, sneak out, dance at a bar, party victories, alone times.

the first time he got lost in your eyes, his first move to hold your hand, hold you close, sleepovers, midnight talks.

then Prison of elders comes.

you watched as he leave, but you are as stubborn as him and follow. ended up jumping after him and mamage to save Suncance from being shot and with that save Cayde.

but you get injured.

Cayde rages.

he rushes to you to make sure you are okay, you saved him. now its time to go home.

he promises to keep you safe.

[sol-consort]

Wait, cause I think I'm cooking up a really hot scenario for Joker and Shepard. Hear me out, it's the middle of the night all the crew is asleep and the only person left on the main deck in Joker in his pilot chair and your restless and burdened with stress so you can't sleep and you really need to destress in the biblical sense (by the the biblical sense I mean getting your brains fuck out) and you and Joker have this flirty thing going on but so far he hasn't made a move so shep decides to abandon all shame (which wasn't much in the first place tbh) and heads down naked to the cockpit to basically offer her body up to Joker and they fuck in the pilots chair!! What do you think?

Finally some Joker x Shepard content! God I've been starved.

Listen to me, if Shepard was with him during those uni training days? Oh...oh oh oh! They would've fucked, be it friends with benfits or a relationship, both of them would've been so obnoxiously into each other. Constantly getting into trouble on campus because a janitor caught them doing it in an empty lecture hall or something, but because of their golden record, they got away with a simple slap on the wrist.

The first thought on Joker's mind when he looks up at you is how it shouldn't be possible for someone to still look so intimidating while fully nude.

Joker questioning how femshep mamages to appear even more powerful with your tits fully out? Making his brain go blank as the sight of your nipples perking against the chilly air.

While with maleshep, his eyes I'm travel downwards. You could possibly be well-endured down there as well-oh... of course you are. How does it feel like being the universe's favourite, huh?

He tries to think of a joke to downplay his nervousness, a lame pun, a play on words, anything to help him regain levrge in this situation and not just sit and gawk openly like someone's first time flipping through a porno magazine.

But he cannot, the sight of the commander Shepard bare in the flesh would make anyone go speechless. How are you so toned? Like a living breathing greek statue in front of him, muscled impossibly defined and condensed rather than stupidly big.

And your thighs have the audacity to look so...round and plush despite it all? To remind him that you're still a hot breedable thing, with squeezable hips and—would it be lame of him to ask you to turn around so he could check the other assets as well? For science, humanity, freedom, the alliance's honour, or whatever excuse you want him to give.

Once he manages to pick his jaw from the floor, or you get impatient watching his drool over you and make a move, Joker has never been more happier that the frame of his pilot chair was made from reinforced titanium and steel.

You balance yourself on the armchairs, resting one thigh on each one as you spread your legs open on top of him. Careful of his legs, never letting your weight rest on them.

The most perfect joke finally loaded into his brain after a major delay. "Jeez, Commander, couldn't think less subtle ways to remind me of your upcoming birthday? No need to break out the suit this early."

He's grateful for your mouth shutting him up before he could fire off another joke and potentially ruin your mood. You must be gentle with him, even when trying to act rough. Remain disciplined and in control of your muscles, remembering to not put pressure on any part of him.

Which resulted in the kiss being soft. Tenderness wasn't something army soldiers were known for, least of all a ship Commander. He's seen you actually break skulls with your thighs alone, the same thighs hovering above his lap.

Joker never expected Shepard to be capable of this tenderness, to kiss him ever so sweetly. Run your fingers through his hair, trace down his neck and collarbone, feel up his sides before resting your fingers against the buckle of his pants.

The realisation that you actually planned to go all the way rather than simply tease him, make out, then leave him all pent up, made blood shoot down Joker's body.

Now he's imagining how you must have prepared yourself before coming here, fingering yourself atop your bed as you squeeze more lubricant into your palm before shoving your fingers back inside. Stretching out your hole and doing all the necessary work just so you'd come here and take his cock.

In the pilot's seat, at the deck of the Normandy.

Have you been reading his mind? How did you figure out this has been his ultimate fantasy ever since he got assigned into your ship.

Hell, even back on Anderson's Normandy he still couldn't keep his mind from wondering about taking you in the cockpit. The cute navigator officer who sat by his side during the long flight hours to keep him company, you were the second in command! You belong back in those cushy seats with the gaint round table for the oh-ever-so-important people.

But you chose to be by his side. Never interfering with his work or doubting his skills like he thought you were there to do at first. "Oh a disabled pilot he must not be capable and only got his degree out of pity, I need to supervise him at all times so he doesn't kill us all" Is what Joker would sarcasticly mouth behind your back in those first few days, attempting to imitate your voice.

Yet you made him eat those words, proved your sincere intentions. That you too, just like him, hated being near those cushy high status people and prefered a more casual and relaxed air.

The way you actually laughed at his jokes, rolling your eyes at his puns, snickering whenever he'd make a dig at the Captian or others instead of snitching on him.

How close the two of you have grown as the years went by, the strife you've endured together. Still finding each other after every horrific incident, clinging to one another, desperate to keep your lifes and fates intertwined. There was no commander Shepard without Joker, likewise he wouldn't have felt half as comfortable serving under any other Captian.

And now his dear captain is here, hovering over his lap, thighs spread. Guiding the head of his cock towards your dripping wet hole, engulfing it in your warmth as he sank into you.

[iceiclehorned]

Starter for @crimsononiarataki

The sun was shining valiantly outside, gracing the neighbourhood of tall, elegant houses, each clearly maintained to a standard above what would be considered normal. The streets were immaculate, with gold-plated doorknobs sparkling within view, regardless of the direction turned in. It would be the chirping of the birds that would stir a young woman awake, a slight headache blossoming into the circle of her awareness, enticing a groan to rumble in the confinements of her throat.

What time was it?

It was the morning after Kamisato Ayaka spent the entirety of the night attempting to get a few of her business papers completed, opting to get an advance on her schedule to indulge in some much needed time off, only to spend it obsessing over a celebrity she had accidentally stumbled across. Opting to turn the radio on for some musical encouragement, only to be enthralled with the sound of an angel. The irony striking that the voice was behind a rock band. Still, her curiosity had been piqued, with an eager, thudding heart staring at her ratio expectantly, awaiting the name to grace her ears.

Menace.

Crawling into bed, forgetting the work laid out on her desk, she finds herself lightly researching the band, coming to find that the lead singer referred to himself as Itto, and how on earth is it possible for somebody to look so damned refined? Long, white hair, facial markings that seemed to enhance every feature, and those muscles? In one night, the businesswoman had managed to find her type (a single man) and fall into a rabbit hole of his music. Spending half of the night memorising as many songs as possible, finding an enjoyment in something so broadly different to the tastes she had been introduced to since birth. After listening to countless songs across several albums, her fingers would be searching for his personal social media platform, basking in the glory of discovering it within a few struggled searches.

Somehow, within the realm of the night, when her mind was switching between shutting off and remaining determined in her searches of the band itself, Ayaka had sent Itto a few texts via the social media platform she mamaged to find him on. Even as the Kamisato lazily drags herself out of bed -- which was unlike her, even with the zombie status -- there would be no remembrance of it.

The texts would read:

'I love you so much feuwkdtgh'

'I'm so sorry, i'msoskeepy but you do madke some good music'

'ignoreme'

By this point, she would realise her phone is dead, placing it on charge before going about her shower, opting to pretend as if she had been awake all morning whenever she would bump into Ayato. Times like these almost required an ignorance, because the moment she learns that she texted Itto, much less with spelling mistakes from her half-asleep state, there would be a flood of humiliation hitting her full force.

[unloneliest]

got so many compliments on my jewelry at a friend's witchy cocktail themed birthday party last night and mamaged to get a pic with everything in shot so hello it's me: jewelry witch boy

[hxli4n]

i wrote this little... something? at 5am, while incredibly sleep deprived. anyway, i kinda like it & wanted to share, so here it is!

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mourning is a funny thing, you know?

you don't have to have a loved one die to experience it. i'm lucky enough to say that everyone in my family i'm close to is alive, and still plays an active role in my life.

and yet, i still mourn sometimes. i mourn the previous phases of my life, my past interests, the people i once considered my favourites. i mourn everything and everyone i've ever loved, no matter how small of an impact they had on my life.

quarantine wasn't ideal, of course - but the memories i created there are still deeply engraved in my brain. i remember every laugh, every interaction with people i normally would've barely talked to. i remember the late night talks, the silly jokes, all the little things. would i wish to go back to that time? no, probably not. but i still mourn.

i mourn the things that used to make me happy, even if i've found ones that make me much happier now. i vividly remember when a certain thing had such a deep impact on me that i think it saved me, saved my life in a way. it was my entire existence back then - and yet now i left it behind, i barely even think about it anymore.

and it's the same with people, really. past friendships and relationships i look back on, no matter how brief they might've been. i cling to the memories of them, to all the things they've given me with their presence.

and sometimes this mourning is nostalgic - it's looking back at old pictures, smiling, remembering how much it all used to mean. it's remembering all the times it pulled me out of a bad mental space, all the times it made me excited and happy more than anything. of all the videos, all the hours i spent with people i barely even talk to today, if at all.

but sometimes, it's anything but nostalgia and soft smiles. sometimes it's hysterically crying in my room, clutching my phone in my hand,  wishing i was still there. sometimes it's sleepless nights, thinking about how happy i was back then, itching for the person who caused that happiness - although really, it's just the feeling itself i'm longing for. sometimes it's desperately trying to hold onto the long gone feelings something used to cause me.

it's all the things that shaped me into who i am today, no matter how tiny or seemingly silly.

so yes, i mourn sometimes. i mourn my childhood, my previous favourite medias, the stupid videos and even stupider jokes. i mourn the people who are still in my life - not because i think i'll lose them, but because i hold them so close to my heart it feels impossible not to. i mourn my memories with them, despite being excited to create even more of them to hold onto.

it's all a paradox, really - i live in the past, constantly looking back, but at the same time, all that is in front of my eyes is my future, wondering what life holds for me.

i feel like a child, unable to let go of things he was supposed to move on from years ago. and yet here i am, still on the brink of adulthood, mamaging university and being away from almost everything i used to know.

but i love to think that that's just what life is - navigating between the past and the future, just trying to stay alive and enjoy things while we can.

and i also love to think that i'm managing it. i don't dare to say well, sometimes i feel impossibly close to giving up - but i'm alive, and that's what matters.

[anchoeritic]

hey peach youll never guess who stayed up all night, mamaged to last till 2pm then just passed out and now it's almost 1am and i just woke up from probably the best sleep ive ever had

-🕯️

ngl those naps are always the best. when you’re so tired that you can’t last the entire day and you end up passing out for the rest of the evening. LIKE SAME.

[stuffkin]

ramen and mashed potatoes will fix me

[bet-on-me-13]

Authors Note: Sorry for posting this a week late, one of my parents experiments escaped from the Basement and broke my Laptop. My parents made me a new one and I just got done purging the malicious AI that somehow got stuck in it. Anyways, here's another mlm regency au!

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Authors Note: Hey guys, sorry I forgot to post last night. The Hot Dogs in our fridge came alive thanks to my parents, AGAIN (I gotta start reminding them to put a lid on their dangerous chemicals) and I spent all night pushing them back into the Fridge.

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Authors Note: Hey guys, sorry for the wait. The Hot Dogs came back with a Vengeance after I posted the Previous Chapter. Turns put the Turkey we had in there also came alive and they rode it into battle against us. We suffered heavy losses (rest in peace Good Spoon™️) but we prevailed in the end! Anyways here's the latest chapter!

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Authors Note: Hey guys, sorry it took so long to Update! Had an accident in my parents lab, maybe died, didn't actually tho, and now my eyes glow in the dark! Also I keep accidentally tripping but hopefully thats not gonna be a big thing!

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Authors Note: Glad I mamaged to get this out on time! My Parents built a Portal to another Dimension in our Basement (I think it's a version of the afterlife) and an undead lunch lady crawled out of it, attacked our school with a Giant meat Mech, and then attacked my friend for changing the menu. I also learned that I have superpowers in the process. So that was a fun experience!

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Authors Note: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to post this New Fic! Turns out that by cheating on an English Test, I set into motion a series of events that ended with me going insane and ending the world! Had to go and defeat my evil alternate future self, but it was worth it in the end cause now I got a Ghost Grandad in the form of Time personified! Anyways, here's the Great Gatsby Space AU I promised 2 weeks late!

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Authors Note: Sup! This Fic is very special to me, since its based on my own life! I got Cloned by my Arch Nemesis and she nearly died after he threw her away, so I adopted her and decided that she was my little sister/Daughter now! This is based on that, but in Space!

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Authors Note: So turns out the Government wants me dead! No worries, they're Incompetent, but that was fun to learn about on a monday morning! Anyways here's the update to the Space Clone AU!

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Authors Note: Hey guys, turns out my Town just won't stop getting into trouble! Some kind of Ghost God from the other dimension got released from his seal and dragged the entire city into his Domain. I now I have to fight him. Hopefully this updates even though I'm posting from another Dimension! Have fun! I sure won't!

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Authors Note: Hey guys. I won! Now I'm technically the Prince of a version of the Afterlife through the Rule of Conquest, but not until I reach 100 years of age. But that's not what we're here for! Say hello to a fully Regency AU based on my new Prince Training! Hopefully it feels accurate, I slept through most of today's class.

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Authors Note: So my parents found out that I have powers, not fun. I'm on the streets now, but my Batteries are designed to last for weeks on end and I removed all the trackers in my laptop so I should be find for now! Hopefully my Interdimensional WiFi still works on a Bus, or this will he posted late.

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Authors Note; Hey guys! A lot happened since the last time I posted! I got captured by my parents, handed over to a government facility, got Vivisected (dissected?) For 3 weeks, and then mamaged to possess one of the Guards and escaped. Gonna focus on writing a good Stockpile of chapters for a bit, so I won't be posting as frequently as I used to.

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Danny is an ao3 writer

Hear me out!

Y'know how there's a running joke that ao3 authors/writers will put in the author's notes that they're sorry that they took so long to update and their reason is because of either they got into a horrible accident/ life threatening health issue/serious personal issues/ their life went up in flames figuratively or literally, or somehow a combination of all of those scenarios. And they're all like "Well enjoy the chapter! tee-hee!" and everybody who's reading it all collectively go "are you okay?!" (aka the ao3 writers curse)

So I want to take this, and add Danny

Danny begins taking a liking to the classic literature that Mr. Lancer talks about during class and decides to writes a fanfic about it along those lines. It all starts for when he writes a Pride and Prejudice fic where Charlotte gets a better life where she's both happy and comfortable. And when he gets pretty supportive comments about it. He starts writing fics for other books as well (and it never stops)

During that time, who else but the Jane Austen fan, Jason Todd reads this fic. Yes he reads fanfic (do not ask him about his ao3 history), he yearns for more Jane Austen, but unfortunately she's not exactly able to write more books for him to read. So he turns to ao3 where there are some people who have incredible talent for writing pretty good regency era romance.

So what happens when he finds a couple of Pride and Prejudice stories written by " HalfDeadHalfAliveWriter

And when reading through the stories and looking at the author's notes.

All with very weird scenarios happening to the writer that he can't be sure that if it's a joke or if it's an actual thing he should be very worried about.

Author's notes such as:

Sorry it took so long for me to update this I was being shot at by my parents and ended up getting a burn on my hand and couldn't use my computer for awhile.

Sorry the chapter's so short, all the people in my town are being possessed by a hoard of angry ghosts because somebody had a bright idea to steal an artifact that belongs to an ancient civilization. So I had to get this out quick before they ruin my wifi connection

Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, I had to fight off a crazy guy that is obsessed with killing my father so he could marry my mother and become my new stepfather.

Sorry for the wait I got sent back to Ancient Egypt by my mentor to hunt down a runaway ghost that was messing with time.

But honestly the most recent author's note on a fic that hadn't been updated in week is what makes Jason really worried.

Sorry for not updating for a couple months guys, I was taken by a government agency that started vivisecting and torturing me. Thankfully my sister and friends busted me out and now I'm working on healing up. Anyway here's the Great Gatsby fic where Nick and Gatsby kiss.

After reading that author's note, Jason just sits there thinking only one thing.

What the fuck?

[chesedelhim]

2, 3, 20

2. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter?

so many. so so many.

3. Last thing you did before you went to bed yesterday (keep it family friendly)

i ate some egg rolls my wife brought me and a burger i brought home from the 9 hour celebration i went to yesterday and then slept hard for 13 hours

20. Would you rather have only sweet foods or savory foods for the rest of your life?

so i thought this over for like 10 minutes and i gotta say. savory foods. fruit can be made savory while still having its flavour and i like veggies a lot, and i think a sweet steak would be a nightmare. also i love soub and ive never had a sweet soup

[kitcam-the-great]

*imhale*

*exhale*

So who wants a FNAF Inspired AU??

WELL HERE YOU GO

Empires Stadium : A FNAF inspired Empires AU

ROLES:

Animatronics:

- Scott the Elf

- Lizzie the Aqualotl

- Jimmy the Codbrid

- Gemi the Deer

- Joey the Macaw

- Shub the Gnome

Humans:

- Joel: Night Shift (cleanup and security)

- Sausage: Day Shift (security)

- Katherine: Animatronic Designer and Activity Planner

- Pearl: Head Security and Assistant Researcher

- Pixl: Head Facility Researcher and Assistant Mamager

- FWhip: Animatronic Creator and Stadium Owner

Rival:

- Xavier the Stag (Ex-Attraction)

AU SYNOPSIS:

Welcome to the Empires Stadium! A magical, mystical place where all are welcome to explore, create and feel like they’re living in their very own fairytale. The park is littered with tons of areas for guests to play, rest, and dine in. As well as state-of-the-art animatronics ready to serve and entertain. It’s a guaranteed exciting adventure with absolutely no risk to you or your life whatsoever! Nope! Definitely not a death trap to those who dare interfere. Why would there be anything to hide? Nothing happened here. No one got hurt. Everyone is happy. Everyone is fine. Everyone is fine. Everyone is fine. Everyone is fi-

[satorhime]

Then what is tojis type?

mm … i feel like toji doesn’t have an ideal type, right ? he seems like the type to find anybody hot since he be spending the night at every woman’s house. he jus needed to answer the question the curse asked him so she’d leave him alone LMAO but … toji would probably like someone who is the complete opposite of him. like- 🤢 m- 🤢 mam- 🤢 mamag-🤢 can’t even say it. like ME.