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zaynesaurora · 1 month

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ʟ&ᴅꜱ ! reaction to dry humping — (MDNI)

a/n: yowhza this made me have to get up and walk a lap, i struggled with caleb so hes demoted to bonus boy again srwy bout that :(theres a new bonus boy though,, i may have been swayed by recent events.

zayne ! sets a lazy pace, almost lack luster as he perches you on top of him in the confindes of his office during a particularly quiet dinner break- big hands tucked under the hem of your shirt so he can tickle at your skin until it begins to burn from the delicate friction, a skilled tongue dipping into your mouth in the same less than hurried attitude his hands are showing.

he would stop your hands as they journey towards the zip hiding his hardening self from you, cool fingers engulfing your own as he forces you to hold on to his belt buckle for the remainder of your ride.

"too risky my dear, im on the clock"

he cant silence the squeaks of his desk chair as he meets his end. leather groaning in effort when his hips chase you into the air above, eyes rolling to the base of his skull in the most beautiful display of bliss. he buttons his lab coat up before leaving his office. stains of your love hidden behind the stark white.

xavier ! always wears light coloured briefs incase his moment arises, loving the way the material becomes sheer as he leaks with excitement- load after load decorating the cotton in puddles as he ruts into you.

"hmph- so messy" he's babbling in your ear between heavy puffs of air from his nostrils.

xavier likes it when you play hard to get in this particular scenario. when your belly down on the bed, scrolling your phone and barely taking any notice of his manhood smoothing over the hills of your backside. he gets lost in his own fantasy- perverted nature making itself known in the way he wraps his body around you, hands tucking below your chest and thighs squeezing your own into a tight line. he keeps going, going until he can barely hold himself up and his weight becomes invasive when he's lay on your back in exhaustion.

when he eventually pulls away, a stringy mess connects the pair of you, another outfit christened by a make out session gone too far.

rafayel ! thinks he has control of every sexual situation ever. outright laughs in your face as he mocks your whimpers- deliberately pulling his hand away from the delicate lace covering you just as the warmth in your belly makes itself known. his teeth are bumping yours with every taunt, chests squishing with every snicker. until you grab him through his boxers, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"hmm scandalous, naugh-" words caught in his throat when you tug him harder than before.

its no secret rafayel is competative , and usually sulky when you try to overpower him but he can't help but give in when you everwhelm his senses in so many ways- need for release growing with every passing moment. he's certainly well behaved when you form an o-shape with your fist, instructing him to use your hand like a toy through his pants. pretty noises being rewarded with a quick tightening.

— bonus —

caleb ! does that thing boyfriends do when they pretend to be hitting it from behind when you bend over for any reason, except this time his make believe thrusts get a little too close and before you know it he has his palm flat to your back , pushing you into the countertop so he can keep you in place and indulge in the feeling of his loose sweats rubbing on his bare junk- lucky for him he's known for being commando in the comfort of his own home and the material is swallowing his tip in a way that feels so right.

"thats it baby, jus- a little more"

jeremiah ! blooms into a mix of pinks and reds as the colour works its way up his chest and into his cheeks- timidly meeting your eyes before snapping them shut in avoidance. you can hear the unsteady rythm in his ribs, you can see the resolve slipping in the vice like grip he has on the sheets he's sprawled on- if they were living he would be drawing blood by now and his hips spring forward everytime your underwear meets his. even when the pressures almost none existent.

"calm down sweetheart, you can do it"

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joekeeryswife · 3 months

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Dad!mason feeling kicking for the first time or dad!mason who helps reader with symptoms of pregnancy (nausea/back pain/etc)

baby bump - m.m

a/n: dad!mason makes my heart melt. short but sweet, i combined the two, hope this is okay! enjoy reading 🩰

also i have no mason requests so please send some through!! 🫶🏼

you and Mason were sat on the sofa together watching some random tv program which you weren’t paying attention too, you had been feeling nauseous recently and you just wanted to be snuggled up with Mason now more than ever.

being seven months pregnant didn’t help, you felt like a whale sitting next to Mason. this seventh month had been really hard. you’d been nauseous, had awful back pain and your baby had decided to start kicking your insides constantly which was very uncomfortable.

funny thing was the baby only kicked when Mason was away from you. Mason had never felt her little kicks ever and he was annoyed that she would only kick when he was either at football or he had gone out with his mates. he tried to spend as much time at home as possible so he could be with you incase anything happened.

you were resting your head on his chest, eyes closed as you tried to rid the feeling of sickness. he had you bundled up in a blanket and his arms around you. his hand was resting on your stomach which was now protruding through the blanket. he loved it, it showed that your baby was grown which meant he was closer to meeting his little girl.

“how you feeling sweet girl?” he ran a hand through your hair, massaging your scalp softly as he tried to soothe the migraine you had. “i’m okay mase” his hand moved back to your belly rubbing small patterns all over it.

“do you want me to get you anything? some water with ice? food? anything at all” you just shook your head “no thanks baby, i just want to be next to you. please don’t get up” your eyes were still closed meaning you were practically sleep talking to him right now but he didn’t care, he wanted you to be okay.

“i won’t leave you honey, im not going anywhere” he kissed your forehead again. he had been so excited when you told him you were pregnant but now he couldn’t help feeling bad because you felt sick all the time. he just wanted to take the pain away from you and give it to himself so you would be okay.

you were on the brink of sleep, milliseconds away from falling into dream land when Mason shouted out making you jolt awake. “oh baby i’m sorry” you looked up at him confused as to why he just shouted out. “i forgot you were sleeping i’m sorry honey”

“why did you shout?” you croaked your eyes squinting as you adjusted to the lights. he kissed your forehead and smiled at you brightly. “the baby kicked, i felt her kick finally” your heart melted, he had never looked so excited. “aww mase, she kicked for you” he pulled you back into him, his hand never leaving your belly incase your daughter kicked for him again.

“if she kicks again i promise i wont shout, ill let you sleep honey i was just in shock” he kissed your forehead a few times as you got comfortable again so you could sleep. “it’s alright mase” you hugged him closer and closed your eyes, Masons hand rubbing circles on your belly.

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bluetoraa · 2 years

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~karma akabane starts crushing on you!!<3~

!warnings!

swearing

minor violence mentions.

holy fucking shit, he’s going to be so annoying.

im genuinely praying for you, you poor soul.

he’s teasing you more than anyone else.

it gets so bad everyone thinks he’s bullying you until rio finally realizes whats going on and tells the class, expect you, of course.

he’s pulling your chair behind you before you can sit down so you fall on your ass, karma’s purposely bumping into you, poking you whenever you try to concentrate, whatever annoys you most, he does.

when you start to distance yourself, karma thinks of going for a nicer approach rather than being annoying to get your attention.

he starts off small like, holding doors open for you, giving you answers to whatever question your struggling with, and giving you a pen or pencil when needed.

over time when you don’t notice his ‘friendly’ advances, he trys to get his feelings, or well, his ‘flirtatious moves’.

as he would call it. its nothing like what he calls it.

karma packs you extra lunches just incase, gives you homework answers after he so bravely asks for your number., asking to hang out more often, and everything else he considered flirty.

karma can and will stare at you for the whole class. he doesn’t care who sees, if he can look at you he’s happy.

karma is an absolute lost puppy with you.

where ever you go karma’s like ‘omg i have to go there too!! let’s go together!!’

any class A student that makes fun of you actually doesn’t show up to school for a few weeks.

karma may or may not have anything to do with it, but he won’t tell you.

if you’re struggling with a subject in school, karma will become the best teacher in the world.

if karma hears you mentions one of your interests, he will spend all night learning everything about it just to talk to you.

he’s that desperate for your attention.

now, you might be thinking, ‘oh! since he likes me that much it clearly won’t take him long to confess.’

LMFAOOO no.

karma has gone through so many ideas to confess just to get half way through, get nervous, and bail.

he’s written over 20 confession notes, 30 texts, bought 5 flowers, 9 chocolate boxes, and tried to hold a boom box over his head once.

all things, hes deleted, thrown out, given away, and destroyed.

it’ll take him awhile due to his ego. do NOT expect this to be an easy road.

he will be close to confessing, just for his ego to get in the way.

but if you have a working brain, you’ll be able to tell that he likes you.

even though you’ll hurt his ego by confessing, please fucking do it.

PLEASE ITS GETTING PAINFUL.

but when you do OH MY GOD he feels like he’s on the moon.

he is so happy its not even funny.

karma’s the luckest man on earth if you like him!!

AUTHOR NOTES!

this is short i know😭

and i know i promised to post something like four days ago…but shh…

anyways, byebye!

i hope you have a great day/night, thank you for reading!<3

september 1st, 5:07 PM.

#bluetoraa #assassination classroom #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #assassination classroom x reader #xoxo!<3 #karma #karma akabane

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zombholic · 8 months

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| 𝐃𝐑. 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 |

“dude i swear i will get on my knees for that woman!” you rolled over on your best friends, dina’s bed as she passed you a blunt, taking a hit before passing it back to the dark haired girl sitting against her bed on the floor.

“you saw her two times y/nn” she shook her head looking at the blunt before looking at you. “ok but listen, she is like ethereal dude, i’d gobble her-“ “and you’re done speaking, go to sleep you have work tomorrow” you almost puked at the thought of work.

dina rolled you over to the wall side as she got under the covers “i should have a heart attack and then you can take me and ask for her” “go to bed y/n!”

hearing your stupid alarm go off, dina took it upon herself to grab your ankles and drag you off her very comfortable bed “i’m going to put you in my 13th record” you rubbed your face before getting up to her bathroom “love you!”

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you were only a little happy today because it was pay day so you decided to be nice to the annoying customers as well. “have a great day ma’am” you gave the most fake smile to the customer, flipping her off when she left “no sign of doctor goddess this morning?” jesse walks in to start his closing shift.

“she’s the only reason i’m even here right now, can’t believe this is how she breaks up with me” you fake a sad sign, shaking your head at him causing him to chuckle at your attitude.

quickly going around the counter to help jesse clean up for his shift you started by wiping down the tables, the bell to the door chimes, leaving the rag and spray bottle on the dirty table, you saw abby. “hey doctor” you walked back to the register, throwing the latex gloves in the trash, giving her a smile. “hey sweetheart” the nickname giving you a tingly feeling in your stomach.

“the usual? and why so late?” you started with brewing the coffee “night shift and can you make that 4 please, my co-workers need it too” she sighed giving you the sweetest smile.

i want you to fuc-

nodding at her request you grabbed a couple more cups and a cup holder “so as a doctor do you get like any days off? it seems so like exhausting” you tilted your head looking at her “well, because i am a very needed doctor in the field i get at least a month or two off for vacation but on my days off i need to have my pager on me always” she shows you the little black box on her pocket.

you feel jesse “accidentally” bump into you with a sorry ass apologize and a cough, giving to the look. “so um, i was wondering if i could like maybe get your number?” you held your breath, fiddling with your fingers only giving her minimal eye contact. abby pulls her phone out, handing it over to you “why not” she maintains her eye contact.

quickly adding your contact in her phone you gave it back to her, giving yourself a fist bump in your head “you know like incase i have a heart attack or something and need to call for help” you joked biting the inside of your cheek out of a nervous habit “i hope you never have a heart attack sweet thing and i really hope you call the ambulance first” she laughed.

giving her the coffees you gave her a small bye “i’ll text you on my break, if you’re awake by then?” she gave you a flashing smile before walking out.

“holy shit! you got her number” jesse patted your back “holy fucking shit! i like almost shit myself, im gonna pass out” you inhaled deeply after holding your breath for so long “can i be the maid of honor” he wiggled his brows at you with a stupid smirk on his face “you can sit in the back with the grass.”

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getting out the shower you started getting ready for bed, not to sleep cause tomorrow is your day off but you wanted to just chill and watch the vampire diaries.

buzz buzz

grabbing your phone you see a number text, your heart racing knowing it’s literally the love of your life texting.

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Hello, it’s Abby from the coffee shop.

omg hey! didnt think u would text me

Of course I would, why wouldn’t I?

i mean, you are a busy heart doctor so i assumed you would be too busy 😭

Why are you crying?

crying? no abs it’s supposed to be me laughing LOL

Oh, well I still have a lot to learn.

you’re literally adorable, are you off tomorrow?

During the day, yes, but I have another night shift. Why?

do you maybe want to go out for lunch or something?

Of course, I would love to.

What time and which restaurant?

you can pick that for us, im down for anything :)

How about 12pm at Vue Rooftop?

oh that sounds fancy and i probably can’t afford it 🥲

Sweetheart, who said you were going to pay for anything in the first place? It’s my treat.

no, i cant let you pay for me thats not fair on you

It’s a date Y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow. I have to get back to work now, Goodnight beautiful.

AUTHORS NOTE: yeah i have adhd and i am making part 3 already … EHEHEHEH

#lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #the last of us ii #abby anderson #tlou2 #the last of us #tlou #abby anderson imagine #abby x you #abby x reader #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x reader #doctor!abby

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writingunderthewillow · 2 months

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Hey, I hope you are doing well! If it's okay, I'd like to request headcanons of Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Alastor and Lucifer with a Reader whose birthday is today (platonic)

(Today is my bday lmao)

Thank you in advance (also you dont have to write it today, im content with waiting a while. If u dont want to write it, thats fine too)

Hello! Of course, I can. Happy (belated) birthday. Hope you enjoy ☺️ (Also thanks to my mootie and irl friend Noemi for helping me with my first request)

Joyous Birthday to You!

Prompt: Platonic!Birthday headcanons with Angel Dust, Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer, Alastor

Warnings: None(?)

Charlie

Despite being the princess of Hell, we all know Charlie is the biggest ball of sunshine on her side of the Pentagram! So y’know what that means…

A massive cake, silly and messy (but full of love) homemade party decorations, and party hats that nobody really wants to wear.

It feels like Christmas Day with the amount of presents you received from her alone, not mention the rest of the hotel staff

She really wants it be perfect for you, especially considering how special you are to her, so if there are a few bumps along the way, it can get to her, just give your favorite princess some reassurance and a “thank you” and she’ll be fine (:

Vaggie

Vaggie would do something on the larger scale, but she also doesn’t want to bombard you, so she settles for more of a happy medium.

She’ll decorate your room in the hotel while your out, nothing to big, but it’s enough to stand out. Maybe a banner and balloons of your favorite colors? And a smaller sized cake that you could easily eat by yourself

Gift wise, she may get you a few small things, she’s not good with gifts unless she knows you extremely well, so depending on how far you are in your friendship they might not be the most mind blowing gifts, but you still like them!

Angel Dust

His first instinct is grab you and go out and party and get higher than the moon, but he knows that’s not everyone’s thing, so he goes to you for a decision

Anything you want, activities, gifts, whatever — Whatever you want for the day, whatever you wanna do or buy, he’s got it covered

Angel, like Vaggie, may not always be the best at gifts, as he doesn’t always think of it in time, due to his tight schedule, but he will try to get a half-day off of work to spend the day with you!

Definitely the type of person to shove the birthday cake in your face (as long as he knows you won’t take it the wrong way)

Alastor

Alastor doesn’t want to show that he cares too much, incase of showing signs of weakness, however he does do a little something for the special day

He isn’t too good with personalized gifts, but he does know how to be a gentleman

You’ll just happen to wake up on the day of your birthday and see a small box on your nightstand, which holds a pendant inside

And a small note will be next to it that reads “Joyous Birthday to you, My Dear!” in inky cursive writing

Lucifer

You may or may not be surprised when I say Lucifer is actually pretty good with gifts. He’s crafty, so their personalized — And he’s a fairly good listener so he knows what you like

But I think it’s obvious what he gets you, at least this year, a custom duck! It looks exactly like you too!

He’ll also bake you a cake too, it’s a bit burnt… but hey, who doesn’t like crisp?

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jungkooks-wife · 13 days

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Baby Fever

paring: mingi x pregnant¡fem¡reader

genre: fluff

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A/N: This was requested and i’m so happy someone requested it!! — i forgot my tumblr psw when i got a new phone but IM BACK INA BUILDIN.

It already Monday morning. And you HATE Monday mornings. You look at the time on your bedside clock “5;55” you didn’t even feel like getting up but you had an appointment today.

Now your appointments are every week instead of every 2 weeks mainly monday. Which is why you dislike monday, the long process of sitting in the doctors for what felt like hours. But of course you did it for your baby girl.

You lean up as you dreadfully make your way to the bathroom to do your morningly things. As you turn on the shower water you feel someone creep behind you. Not just anyone though your beautiful fiancée. You turn around as you look at him face to face.

“Good morning baby” you say to mingi as he caresses your stomach.

“Good morning Beautiful, and good morning to my baby.” mingi says as leans down and kisses your baby bump.

You blush a little at his action. He quickly notices and pecks you on the lips.

“m gonna shower mingi you wanna join?” you ask him

“Nope, I have a little surprise for you once you get out.” he says as he winks at you.

You blush at his words once again, as he pecks you on your temple. You quickly get undressed as you hop in the shower. The Warm water hitting your back, during which you wash and massage your hair.

Mingi really loves the shampoo you use. So you are literally obsessed with it. Just as you’re getting out the shower you feel a kick in your stomach, and you groan at the pain. You realized your water may have broke?

But your not to sure if your water broke or if it’s the water running down your body from the shower. But the thought was answered for you as you start feeling sharp pains. You quickly throw your clothes on.

You groan loudly, if not a scream and you could hear mingi running into the bathroom.

“Y/N, Are you ok? What’s going on? Is the baby coming?” mingi says in confused but with worried expression.

“Mingi i need to go to the hospital NOW.” you tell him as you hold your stomach in pain.

He picks you up in his arms and carries you to the car, you already packed your baby things incase of in emergency like this.

He speeds through cars as you’re on your way to the hospital, and you’re still groaning in pain, mingi keeps glancing at you to make sure you’re okay.

“mingi keep you’re eyes on the road, im fine baby” you say worried at his driving actions.

He doesn’t say anything he listens to you and keeps his eyes on the road sneaking a glance once and then.

Once you make it to the hospital, he quickly runs and grabs a wheelchair with the baby bag on his back. Rushing you into the ER.

“Her water broke she’s about to have THE BABY NOW.” he screams at the receptionist. She quickly calls a doctor who takes you to your room.

“Are you the father?” the doctor asks.

“yes” he says with a worried look on his face.

“when did her water break?” the nurse asks curiously.

“just about 2 hours ago” mingi says.

“She’s 6cm dilated, we going to go ahead and give her the epidural” the doctor quickly tells him.

“Okay” he says as he colds your hands.

2 HRS LATER

you’re welcoming your baby girl, song mi cha.

#fluff #mingi x y/n #mingi fluff #mingi fic #ateez mingi #mingi scenarios #mingi x reader #song mingi #mingi x you #pregnant #pregnancy

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tr4v1e · 2 months

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im sorry.

a/n: bro I was literally listening to Laufey and some TV girl the whole time, THEN THIS CHAOS CAME OUT OF IT- (yippe!! Bc I can’t be bothered making a pt 2 of Double trouble SO YOUR GONNA HAVE TO THINK THAT THROUGH- ) btw this isn’t proofread SOOO—

characters: shauna!shipman x fem!reader

characters used to speak: natalie!scatorccio , taissa!turner , lottie!matthews

Warning: angst? , violence, fights, breakdowns, ending up with fluff??? , blood???

summary: POST-CRASH BTW reader getting caught cheating on shauna at the nature retreat. (WITH LOTTIE 😭)

It’s been a while since you and Shauna really did anything.. you two both got together after Jackie’s death, and then you’ve been looking after her and the baby.

Until recently when Shauna gave birth, the baby didn’t make it. Leading Shauna into heartbreak for a while, she didn’t talk to anyone besides you and Taissa, sometimes Van and Nat.

You’d just hold her whenever you both finished doing your work for the day. Just sitting in the attic, with shauna laying between your legs while you two just lay there in silence before drifting to sleep in each others arms..

But now here you are, at the nature retreat. Shauna was still asleep in the cabin, and she always refused going to them.. she didn’t want you to go there either just incase Lottie’s “wilderness bullshit” got to your mind. And it did.. ending up with Lottie pressed against you at the back of the cabin while everyone else was doing their own stuff after the nature retreat.

Lottie had her hands gently cupping your face, as she pulls you close into the kiss. It lasted a moment before you pulled away, trying to catch her breath.

“Lottie stop- this isn’t right.. it’s not fair on me- it’s not fair on Shauna..” you try to speak, only to be shushed with Lotties lips being crashed back into yours.

“No, it’s okay.. the wilderness wants us to. It wants us to Y/N, it needs to be satisfied.” She whispers, her tone in voice was hushed.. but gentle.

Feeling the amount of guilt all you could do was sigh, and nod.. before giving in. Letting lottie kiss you, this time a bit softer as she lifts you off the ground, pushing you against the wall while your legs wrap around her waist. Until you hear something drop with a loud thud. Both you and Lottie pull away, your eyes widen as a rush of guilt spreads in your chest.

Shauna was staring at the two of you, a mixture of Betrayal, rage, and hurt flooded her eyes. All she did was just run back to the cabin, leaving the logs in the snow. You end up pushing Lottie off yourself before chasing after Shauna.

“Shauna wait!” You shout, Shauna doesn’t stop, she continues to walk.

She ends up going into the cabin, pushing past Taissa. You stop in your tracks when you almost bump into her.

“God, what is that about Y/N?” Tai looks at you with confusion.

“Not the right time now Tai, something happened between Shauna and- and I just want to make sure she’s okay..” you try to move past Taissa until she grabs you by your shoulder, causing you to stop in your tracks.

“Let her be, she looks like she doesn’t want to be bothered, let alone talked to.. so I suggest just giving her some time to cool off?” She says, nudging you back on the path like a neglected cat, getting kicked out of its house for scratching up the sofa.

You look at the floor, before nodding.

“Alright, your right.. I’ll probably just go find Natalie and help out with more chores.” you mumble, before looking back at Taissa.

Tai nods in agreement.

“Sounds good, atta girl Y/N.” she pats you on the back before walking off, probably either going to find Van or do some work.

And that’s what you do, it’s now probably almost dark when you and Nat walk back to the cabin. But that’s when you hear it, shouting. Both you and Natalie run into the cabin in time to see Shauna hook Misty right in the face.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Natalie raises her voice, before pulling Misty away from Shauna. “You killed my fucking baby!” She screams. Van trying to pull Shauna away.

“You all fucking ate my baby! I saw you were all covered in blood!” Shauna continues to yell. Trying to fight Van off her. She ends up biting Van, causing her to cry out.. letting Shauna go, Shauna was about to attack Misty, until Lottie steps infront of Shauna, you stare at the two of them.. going silent.

Lottie stares at Shauna before speaking. “Shauna, we need you. We need you to let it out Shauna.” She says softly.

Before you could even blink. Shauna was beating the living shit out of Lottie, the taller girl was on the ground, getting kicked and stomped on by your own girlfriend.. or maybe ex..? Everyone didn’t do anything, they either just stared or looked away at the mess. After a while Shauna gets exhausted. Pulling away from the fucked up faced girl you see laying on the floor. She makes her way up, staring down at Lottie.

“Lottie.” She says coldly, no sign of remorse in her voice. It took a little while until Lottie coughed up blood, then started to breathe once again. Shauna then stomped her way outside, you followed her outside.. making sure she doesn’t end up freezing. You open the door, causing Shauna to snap a glance at you. Before scoffing, turning back around to look at the snow.

“Listen.. about today..”

“What about today? After finding out my own girlfriend was caught having a make out session with Lottie fucking Matthews?God Y/N, I fucking hate you!!” She interrupts you, her voice was raising.

“It’s not what you think.. I didn’t know what happened.. it all happened so quick!” You shout, causing you both to argue. But it ends up with Shauna sobbing out her frustrations. She started to hit the wooden pillar, it didn’t damage the wood.. but more of her hands.

You wouldn’t just stand by and watch her hurt herself. You quickly grab her hands pulling her close as you crouch down besides her on the steps. Letting Shauna sob in your shoulder.

“I hate you.. I hate you..” she sobs silently in your shoulder. “You’re a cheating.. bitch.” She mumbles. Hitting you on your back tiredly. It only felt like a tap to you. You hold her close.

“You don’t mean that darling..but I still deserve it. ” you mumble, patting her back softly. It felt like knives in shaunas heart as she starts to sob even more in your shoulder.

“… I don’t..” she sniffles. Shaunas hits gets more softer.. and softer.. to the point she gets tired. Shauna goes quiet. Allowing you both to just lay there, her in your arms.

You both go quiet, holding her as she ends up falling asleep in your arms. her arm wrapping around your waist while her free hand is holding onto yours as you look down at her bruised knuckles.

After a moment of silent, you end up carrying her.. into the cabin. ( she’s taller than you- wtf? masc!reader that you? )

The other girls eyes meeting yours then shaunas, by the looks of it, Lottie was taken to the attic.. with Misty watching over her. You set Shauna down on her blanket. No one felt like speaking for the rest of the night.. featuring what they all just witnessed. It all ended with Shauna asleep besides you.. and your girlfriend back.

Don’t worry guys lottie is okay!! ⬇️⬇️

#yellowjackets #shauna shipman #shauna shipman x reader #wlw #angst with a happy ending #taissa turner #misty quigley #van palmer #natalie scatorccio #lottie matthews x reader

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sucker4sixx · 22 days

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Particles

Recycled from 2023!

Plot: you cant seem to stay away..

Warnings: distressing themes, self destruction, degradation (not in a kinky way), toxic relationships

You sat on the curb, the streets a blur. People pass laughing with their group like you were invisible, you basically were. Eventually you brought yourself to your feet, eyes unable to focus on a thing.

Another mopey night of drowning your sorrows in vodka like a broken record. At this point you werent sure where you were, becoming almost dyslexic trying to look at the street signs "hey.. man do you like" you slurred to a man who stood alone "i got no change lady" he spat, walking away.

'Its all because of him' you told yourself, trying not to trip up over your own feet 'he tricked me, he trapped me in his spell'. The stone wall you held for support left small cuts on your hands when you would fall but you were far too drunk now to even feel.

As you headed from the busy part of town to the more quieter area you got chilly, the small black dress you foolishly picked out incase you bumped into him not doing much for you. When you 'accidentally' ended up in the quite street that was oh too familiar you felt sick with fear, regret, sadness.

You began to stumble along the pavement again, your legs knowing where to go more that you did. "Fuck." you slurred, falling to your knees but not even remembering how. You sighed, knowing you would have to start your unknowing treck sometime soon. Lazily you raised your head and tried to focus your eyes, to your horror, he stood outside his front garden looking forwards unaware of your arrival or just ignorant of your pain, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Your stared up at him not sure if you were really seeing him or clinically insane.

Slowly his head turned to look at you, unimpressed. "Look at the state your in, doll" the words that wouldve been slurred anyway had completely gone. "What? Cat got your tongue?" Nikki slowly walked towards you, getting down to your level "your a fucking mess, you know that?" He held your chin and slowly moved your head up and down "yes nikki i know that" he spoke in a higher voice to mock you, laughing to himself.

"Your really not going to speak? You cant even focus on me, you alcoholic" slowly you rest your hand on his cheek, moving your thumb round in circles. He was hurt and drunk and you knew that "its okay nikki.. i know your hurt" you tried your hardest not to slur but it was inevitable, his eyes teared up but he kept his beautiful face tough "im not hurt, im a man" he stood up and looked down at you "up. Get up." You obliged, using his legs to help you up "fucking junkie" he muttered, helping you to his house.

Once you were in he gently sat you on his couch, noticing the blood on your knees and hands "you gotta be careful" "why? I have no one to be careful for anymore" nikki sat back, putting his fingers over the bridge of his nose to calm himself down "you broke up with me! Why are you still in love with me?!" He barked, taking you back abit "you cheated on me sixx!" "Oh and fucking what! I did it once, ill do it again!" He sarcastically smiled, quoting the last thing you said to him while you were together "just like you right? Youll show up at my house drunk once? Youll fuckin do it again!" You sighed for a moment, both going quite. The argument suddenly sobering you up more than you would like.

"So? Why are you really here?" He asks, tone still angry but more quite. "I dont even fucking know!" You snap, getting up from his couch and leaving through the front door.

You sat on the curb, streets a blur from the tears that streamed down your cheek. You called a taxi but they said it would arrive two hours tops since it was a saturday night. You missed the way used to be, when you could actually have a conversation and end it with an “i love you baby”.

The tall man sat beside you wordlessly, you didnt even want to look up at him. "Look im so-" "save it, im the one who came here. I need to stop expecting so much from you" he sighed, wiping the back of his arm over his eyes like he had been crying. "I dont think your a mess, i think your the most beautiful girl ive ever seen" you huffed, looking up at him "you cant keep doing this to me" "oh cmon babe, its always going to be me and you"

"look i called a cab just go inside it shouldnt be long"

"is this the last time?"

"Id like to think so" "stop being so god damn negative" he muttered, getting aggravated. You just huffed again, really not in the mood for his antics. He only ever got like this when he had been drinking copious amounts of whiskey.

30 minutes of silence passed "where the fuck is this taxi" nikki looked down at this fingers where he played with his nails "i uh cancelled it" "of course" you brought yourself to your feet, looking down at the man you once thought youd marry "of fucking couse!" Once again you began your treck knowing it would be ages before you got home but way sooner than if you called another taxi "no babe come back" nikki pleaded, walking after you. "This" you pointed between you both "its unhealthy" "i know but it feels so good! Its so right!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands around "you drank more whiskey while i was outside?" "Is it a fuckina crime?" "No but it is when i do it isnt it? What was it? 'Alcoholic'? 'Fucking junky'?" "Oh dont do that, i was speaking the truth!" You walked towards him, now both in the centre of the road "well ill tell you the truth. All you are is your face, your personality is shit and when it can be even near to good thats when your acting like a himbo so that you look dumb and lovable to all your fans that you fuck! Your a manipulator and a cheater and i couldnt name one single positive thing about you. Ive waisted two years of my life over you and that trends over with" nikki falls silent, half of it was fake.. he really could be a sweet guy but you just wanted to hurt him

He tries to speak but tears stream down his face as he backs up, the guilt hits you but you stay silent “i-i just wanted to be perfect for you.. all i wanted was you” he sobs, gasping for air as he backs up to his house, youve never seen him so hysterical before but it worried you. You watch as he stumbles back into his house, slamming the door shut, although he was inside his sobs wracked through the empty street, turning away you walked down the street, trying to drown out the sobs with heavy steps but even when you were too far to hear him his hysterical display still haunted your memory…

You knew youd be back soon enough.

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reidslovely · 10 months

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Can I ask for a blurb (or just thoughts in general) about Peter (maybe frat Peter?) with a reader that flinches a lot? Like maybe she's the kind of person who flinches when someone reaches for something? (Or if you aren't comfortable with that, maybe something about a touch starved reader?) I love your writing, and I feel like you're really creative with your takes on things, so thanks for sharing your authorial voice with all of us!!

Thank you friend that is very sweet of you to say 🫶🏼 I don't feel like I have very creative take on things, so it's nice to hear that from someone🥺 Also, listen I'm a flincher..I get it. I don't know if it's cause of trauma or me being neurodivergent and having sensory issues but I've always flinched at the smallest things since I was kid. Loud sounds? Flinch, fuck I used to (and still do on occasion) cry or get irrationally angry at loud sounds. Especially the sounds of a hammer hitting anything..visceral reaction. People rushing past me? Flinch. I digress but my point is I feel you. And I feel like Peter (you can picture this as frat! or normal tasm) after picking up on this is super cautious and understanding.

I think the first time it happens is like your first solo hang out and he reaches out to hold your hand and you jerk your hand away. He looks at you like "?? you okay." and you're just like "yeah totally." Because to an extent it's a subconscious reactions and he's just like...can I hold your hand then and you're like oh okay yeah :).

I think after the first few times he's more into like asking if he can hold your hand or announcing just so you're comfortable.

"im just gonna reach around you and grab this."

and you don't like react as much because like you're learning that you can relax in his situation and even if you do it unconsciously he's noticing that it's not his fault and he kind of just like works off it making sure you're as relaxed and as comfortable as possible.

he'll also tell it to his friends like hey watch sounds you make or like the way you approach them. i just want them to feel comfortable around here. and his friends are super understanding announcing their here, or if their behind you or grabbing something near you. they announce if their gonna make loud sounds. and you feel super supported and comfortable in that setting and it's nice to have people understand and accommodate to you. because you've dated people and hung out with people in the past who just didn't give a shit, or would laugh at you when it happened and called you names and shit. and when you tell peter he wastes no time shit talking the fuck out of them. "they suck..what fucking loser." and that's when you realize you may be falling in love with him because..oh my god he's so sweet and accommodating and literally all you've wanted? and you also realize he really likes you because he's making you feel comfortable in his space, and telling his friends to make you feel comfortable. and you feel wanted and validated, because that's his goal.

ii also like to think he's very protective over you in public for that reason. because he doesn't really have total control over those situations or public spaces. so he'll stand near you hand on hip to let you know you're good in public, rubbing reassuringly if someone at the bar reaches around you to grab something, or bumps into you guys. also if you're like me and loud noises make you flinch he'll totally cover your ears if he thinks something is gonna be loud. and you think it's really sweet. but he's definitely a touch reassurance person so if he doesn't catch it he'll rub your arm or side and ask if you wanna go somewhere more quiet or if you're okay. if you carry headphones (normal or noise canceling because tho different a lot of new headphones have noise canceling capabilities) he'll totally carry them for you or make sure you have them before you go out

"just incase" he says

overall, if you couldn't tell, ii think he'd go to the end of his capabilities to make sure you feel accommodated and comfortable.

sorry this is short anon I thought my word vomit could articulate my thoughts better. also very sorry if this is not what you wanted.

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amber-michaelson · 2 years

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The Sorting

Part 2

Series Masterlist

Hogwarts x reader

Summary: everyone praying and pleading and only some disappointed which house will it be slytherin, hufflepuff, ravenclaw or griffindor just wait and see

Added/Edited Characters

Read at own risk

Warning none really but swearing incase

part 1

Yn pov

Wondering around the halls looking for a teacher or a perfect 'I'm gonna be late' I was in thought and bumped into someone "I'm sorry I was looking for the great hall and got lost" I explained quickly before looking at the person "its fine nothing serious, im cedric, cedric diggory" he smiled "I'm yn ln" I smiled "ill show you to the hall" he said sticking his arm out for me to take "that would be great" I held onto his arm as he lead me to the great hall "so first year" he asked "second year I just transferred here" I murmured "that's cool well I hope you like it here" he said lightly squeezing my arm “and here we are” he smiled as we walked into the hall “there she is yn ln i hope you give her a warm welcome” the headmaster dumbledore spook “see you later” cedric smiled and left “come forward and we’ll get you sorted into your house” i slowly started walking towards him i only recognized a few students from the train “come sit on the stool and we’ll place the sorting hat onto your head” he beckoned me to the stool “your gonna be great” hermione smiled as i past her while the twins and lee gave me a thumbs up, i walked up the few steps and sat on the wooden stool all the students staring i sighed with a heavy breathe ‘here we go’.

the hat was placed onto my head and waited “ah yes kind and loyal, you can’t even hurt a fly i know where to put you” the hat laughed slightly moving my head “better be hufflepuff” it shouted causing the hufflepuff table to erupt in cheers, the hat was lifted off “well done ms ln” professor mcgonagall smiled and gestured me to my house table, i walked over to the table and decided to sit next to two girls who waved me over “hi” i smiled “hello” “hiya” they smiled and allowed me to squeeze in between them “im yn” i said “im clara and this is vanellope” the brown haired girl murmured gesturing to the red hair girl “yn” i search for the person who called me, my eyes landing on cedric “hi cedric” i waved “im glad you are in hufflepuff” he smiled before going back to his friends “i cant believe your friends with cedric diggory” they squealed “he helped me find the hall” i shrugged looked to hermione and them but they sadly smiled and went back to their conversations ‘i’ll talk to them later’.

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i walked with clara and vanellope as they lead me to the hufflepuff dormitory “remember left,right,right,right,down,up” clara explained the password i had to tap a certain barrel to get in “ok now try” vanellope said stepping aside ‘ok left,right,right,dow-” i was pulled into someones chest as i pressed the wrong barrel and where i was,was splashed with vinegar “thank you” i said “dont worry about it takes a while getting used to it” i smiled as i heard cedric he let me go and i turned to him “ill make sure i learn it” i gigged and blushed as i heard van and clar whisper how nice and hot he is “i guess i’ll save you every time them” he smiled and tapped the right rhythm and the door opened “i bid you ladys a goodnight” he smiled and walked inside “i swear you guys are soulmates” van squealed as clara pulled me inside “hey you have to invited me to your wedding” clara teased making me turn a bright red “shut up” i rolled my eyes “fine we’ll stop” van laughed as we sat on the couch “so what school did you go to before this” clara asked “well i was home-schooled” i murmured “why” they both questioned “what my mom told me is that my grandpa wanted to rise me but they didn’t let him and they were scared he was gonna kidnap me from school” i told them my story and they sat silent “dam thats dark” clara burst into laughter which caused us to laugh “yea it is” i smiled “oh lets go to sleep so we don’t miss potions tomorrow” van murmured standing up “yea professor snape will have our heads” clara said and dragged me up “come on you can sleep in the bed next to us” van smiled and led us to the dorm room for second year girls “that ones free” they pointed to an untouched bed next to a window “ok thanks” i smiled and climbed into the bed “goodnight” we murmured softly to each other and i closed my eyes and waited for sleep to take me but it never did.

i dont know how long i layed there no sounds no movements i couldn’t sleep ‘i feel home sick’ i sat up and looked at vanellope and clara but they were both asleep vanellope letting out silent snores and clara slightly moving around ‘must be having a good dream’ i smiled and silently stood up and decided to go and sit in the common room by the fire so if i made a noise i wouldn’t wake anyone, i crept down the stairs and slowly sat by the fire, i stared into the flames and got lost in thought ‘what if me coming here is a mistake’ i pulled my knees up and layed my head onto them “cant sleep” i jumped and turned to the person it was cedric “yea a bit home sick” i explain and watched as he sat beside me “i had that problem with my first year” he smiled staring into the flames i followed suit “how did you get over it” i asked “i didn’t it took a few months to get over it and i realized this is my home as well i have my family at home and my friends here” he said i gazed over to him and found him already staring at me i nervously laughed looking down “if you want we can sleep here, i may not be your friend but i do give a good cuddle” i laughed at cedric’s statement “yes please” i murmured and let him pull me in we moved so we both were laying across the couch with my head on cedric’s chest and my legs between his “thank you” i whispered i felt safe and comfortable with him maybe he was right this is my other home away from home, i smiled and closed my eyes “goodnight” he whispered softly and silently started to hum “goodnight” i whispered back before sleep took over me.

BONUS

“i told you they were soulmates” i heard whispering “just look how cute they are” i slightly opened my eyes to reveal half the house standing around us with vanellope and clara whispering ‘aw man’.

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just-a-persontm · 2 years

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Ben drowned x Gn reader

Up until he came you had just been living a normal life. No police, no deaths and definitely no ghosts. Ben had definitely changed your life whether it was a good thing or not.

The first time you encountered ben was at a garage sale oddly enough. You and a friend had been going to a few across your town just looking around on a slow Saturday. At first when you bumped into the boy you apologized and thought nothing of it. That is until your friend gave you an odd look. "Why'd you say sorry?" They questioned. Thats when you realized she couldn't see him, despite him standing right in front of you still. You did your best to play it off saying you'd tripped and avoided running into him again. Unfortunately it didn't end there.

Later that night you woke up hearing some rustling coming from the living room. Of course your fist thought was an intruder so you grabbed a broom that was left out just incase. Quickly makeing your way to the living room you stopped to peak around the corner. The boy from earlier was standing there. Tv static lighting up the room. He was looking through your stuff and hadn't see you yet luckily. You gripped firmly on your broom and brought it down right on his head with a crack. "Ow! What the fuck!" You continued to beat on him. "Hey, chill out dude!" He protests trying to stop you. Somehow he had managed to get the broom out of your grip and was now pointing it at you. "What the heck are you doing in my house?" You shout hoping the neighbors will hear and call the cops. "Quiet down will you? Im not here to hurt you or anything, i was just curious." "That doesn't explain how you got in here!" "The tv..." He nodded to the static still there.

You stood there dumbfounded giving him time to explain. "Im dead." Well that was blunt, "i just wanted to see what was up with you. I mean your the first person there who'd been able to see me. Plus your reaction was just weird." "Still with me?" He'd asked after a few minutes of silence. Blinking a few times you looked at him "yeah- did you just say your dead?" The words suddenly catching up with you. "Pretty much" "alright, well im going back to bed. If your still here in the morning we are going to talk about this." You say already trudging to your room. "Wait a stranger is in your house, telling you they are dead, and your just going to sleep?" His voice high and cracking. "Well yeah. im tired and im not dealing with this shit right now." At this point he was between you and the bedroom door. "How do you know im not lying? Like i could be trying to rob or kill you, some crap like that? He looked at you stupidly. "Well you said, and at that garage sale my friend couldn't see you. They aren't the type to joke around so.." you said shrugging and side stepping to the bedroom. "Blankets are in the closet, you can sleep on the couch if you want." You hollered shutting the door. You were definitely something, and Ben definitely wanted to know you better now.

Alright, that was just a little drabble about how i think y/n would meet Ben. Let me know if anyone wants a part two.

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rin-and-jade · 11 months

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hello, cohost of a relatively newly discovered system here, i just saw a post you made in response to new system ask, and i was curious about how we would go about developing an innerworld.

i am led to believe we have aphantasia, so we cant "picture" anything in our head so i dont know if that prevents us from having a headspace/innerworld. i know some systems just dont have a headspace (a roommate of mine has DID and she has told us that she does not have a headspace, and she cannot communicate with her sysmates outside a discord server)

anyways, i was just curious if there would be a way for us to try devloping an innerworld or not after reading that post. ty

I can be of help to you, but this will heavily depend on yourselves as im here only capable of sharing what might work, from my own experiences.

To understand what makes innerworld an innerworld, by simple means,, it is a place that is reconstructed by senses mentally, vision (mental images) is one of them. You see where this is going.. right?

What if you try it by theory, i know you can't imagine, but im sure you know what it'll be like correct? For first advice, a small but functional innerworld will do because navigating in a big one whilst being 'blind' does not spark joy. Ok so, let's start the steps:

Using your other senses (tactile and hearing) as advantage: How do you want your floors,, is it solid, warm to touch and smooth? That could be porcelain. Straight ridges, un-even textures and cool to touch? That could be wood planks. Fluffy, scruffy texture and it damps noises? That could be carpet/rug floors. Now how do you want your walls,, is it wallpaper patterns you can feel by tactile? Maybe you want it the regular way that is painted smoothly? How thick or thin do you want it to be, enough to produce an echo from a knock or nothing at all? The rest then lies on personalization like furnitures and decorations,, i bet you can do this yourself. Also recommend you by practicing with little things for now and work from there, to bigger things.

Map it out: after determining which fits best, this is where the floor plan is arranged, you might want to draw it out physically (or use apps/webs its ok), from arial, or from side, or in 3d,, anything works. This will help you keep the world consistent as you can't see, as well as serving as a map to navigate around. I also have aphantasia where i can barely see anything as it fleets away so fast (i believe its in a spectrum, i saw it), leaving me having to navigate by touching the walls and guess the floor and temperature (i think windows make rooms feel hotter and in this case my living room has a big balcony). Do not over do the items as it can block your walking route leading to unnecessary bumps, if you want shelves or something hanged above, place them in a reasonable spot because bumping to it by forehead or elses is annoying.. i changed the height of my hanged shelf at the end and it never happen again. Especially if you don't have the innate 'gps' to navigate around.

Teamwork makes dreamwork: I assure you that you don't want to do this alone.. why not share some ideas of what the fronting room should 'look' like, or what the communal place should,, this is honestly done to make everyone feel at ease living in it, as well as sharing the work. You CAN do this yourself but it feels overwhelming and could lead to a burn out.. anyway, it'll take a while to properly build a world, so don't feel bad if its still going to be on progress for months,, no worlds are made perfectly in one try. Incase if you want to remodel the world to a new one at future, just repeat the steps.

Hope this serves you as an insight, this has definitely work for me, and i am not 100% sure it could for you, though, you still learn a few things from here. If you feel like giving up or see this as too much work there is no shame,, and so, i wish you the best luck.

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timeloop-liz · 2 years

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Ok @spaceistheplaceart im gonna take a LOT of liberties on this ok. Sorry i just gotta hc a few things for this angst to make sense!

Ok yall i also put a lot of nonsense at the top but i swear i wrote a small snippet at the bottom ok!

The Director doesn’t sleep just incase something happens to Narry. He knows the man doesnt like to be left alone much so he tries to do it as little as possible, unless of course its needed for the lesson. Now the Director maybe doesnt need sleep really but maybe he can get tired.

I figure hes always building Narry up. Helping him through all that self doubt and what not. Its very tiring to do i think. Well not tiring but it tskes a lot of energy to constantly correct Narry when talks poorly of himself. The Director is always showing Narry the good things about himself. Its probably a bit frustrating too for him! I mean he can easily see how wonderful Narry is so why cant he just convince the man of it.

I know it was said the Director takes breaks but honestly how often does he do that? Are they even good breaks? Like i figure he still worries about Narry when hes gone. He likes the man a lot so he worries about him (awww you care about him) so hes not really allowing himself a chance to rest.

Ontop of all that hes making new rooms and new lessons for Narry constantly. Hes multitasking to the max! Ok gotta design this room, o wait Narry is talking to me i gotta pay attention to him! Oh he struggles with criticism better write a lesson for that, oh the room looks horrible gotta fix that! Always going going going. I figure his real rest is the times hes actually in the room with Narry in his doll body. Even then he has to do the work of “animating it” (not literally i ment like moving it about) so its still probably taxing on him.

All of these little things keep building up on him. Normally hes not this invested in his human. So its normally no where near this bad! He just cares too much this time and hes working to hard on it! And maybe finally he breaks a little. Ok nonsense time!

Narry had been taking a small break and the room The Director had made for his break was just a typical office break room. He was sitting on one of the chairs drinking some coffee, the Director didnt think it was an appropriate drink since Narry was ment to be taking a break but he insisted that it would help. It really was. So he was just sitting in here for a spell while brainstorming a few ideas for one of his stories.

He was reaching for his drink again when he heard a loud CRASH sound. It startled him and he jumped up from his seat, bumping into the coffee table causing his drink to spill. He didnt care or notice the drink at all, worried about the loud sound he had heard. “Uh Director? Was that you?” As the seconds ticked on his anxiety grew. Then after a short moment some blue text appeared “oh Yes! Sorry i didn’t mean to startle you i simply dropped something!”

Feeling his anxiety drop Narry sat back into the chair “OH, well i do hope nothing is broken! That was rather a loud crash.” A moment or two and he was starting to worry all over again when he didn’t get a response. “Director?” He called out, his voice laced with worry. “Oh yes? Did yu need smthng?” The message popped up far to his left, which was rather odd because the Director normally out them in front of him. That and hes not one for typos. “Are you su” he was cut off when another message appeared right next to him, this time to his right. He had to lean back just to read it “OH! You semd to hve spilt your drink! Thats wat you wantd yes? Here le t me get tht cleaned up for yu!” Narry had enough time to read the message before the spilt coffee disappeared, the table going with it. A soft thud could be heard as the mug hit the carpet.

‘Something is definitely wrong’ Narry decided. But what? Clearly the Director was having trouble paying attention, which wasnt the worst since Narry was supposed to be taking a break. But the ?man? was normally more focused than this. Plus He normally had better control, and yet the table was gone and only the mug remained. And typos. He only made those when he was panicking or after he was recovering from when he got hurt. No from when Narry had hurt him. No no now was NOT the time to open that can of worms again. He needed to figure out what was wrong with his Director!

WAIT! Thinking back on that train of thought gave Narry an idea after all. Was the Director injured again? The loud crash he heard. The Director said he dropped something. But thats never happened before. The Typos lined up. That had to be it! But how had the Director gotten injured again?? Narry hadn’t done anything to harm him… lately. Did someone else hurt him? His coworkers?? No no they seemed to truely care about the Director. None of them seemed like they would turn on him. So what was it. He was wracking his brain but figured there was no point wasting time. He might as well just ask. “Um Director?” He waited a moment. Sending a worried glass to the ceiling where he assumed the Director was watching him. When too much time for his liking passed he tried again to get the Directors attention “Director? Hello?” Again no response. Did the Director leave? He wouldnt leave him alone would he? He didnt do so well on his own.

Taking a deep breath, Narry tried to calm himself down. No he couldnt afford a panic attack right now something was wrong with his Director! “Director. Are you there?” This time there was a response, finally. “Yes i a mhere? Everyting ok? Are you redy to keep going then?” It was odd for Narry to watch the text come in as it was typed. Normally only full finished messages came his way. This too was concerning. But that wasn’t important! He had to figure out what was wrong with his Director. “Um actually Director i was just uh just wondering if you are ahem feeling alright?” He stammered his way through the question but at least he asked. Worry was starting to get the better of him indeed. This time the message came right away. “Oh yes! I am perfectly fine! Nothing to worry about with me ok! Lets just continue on!! That is if you are ready?”

What a load of crap! No way was Narry gonna believe that! Not after watching the Director type out the message, and in real time watch him back track to his many of his typing mistakes. What did he take Narry for an idiot? Or did he simply not notice how obvious it was that something was wrong? “Now i may not know what is going on with you, but clearly something is wrong!” Narry just wanted to know what. He truely just wanted to help! “Listen Director, something wrong and i just wanna help you ok. Just tell me whats” he was cut short as a loud bang was heard. It almost sounded like a hand slamming into a desk. Narry flenched at the sound. But before he could even think to say anything text appeared in front of him, though a bit higher than normal. “GOD NOT YOU TOO. Listen i dont need anyhelp ok! I have been running this just fine and i will continue to do so! I know what im doing damn it! This isnt my first rodeo! I never needed help before and i dont now! I am perfectly FINE!”

Narry just stared at the text. Unable to move. That was quite the outburst from the Director. Though Narry quickly regained his composure. Thinking about what the Director said. ‘He said ,,not me too,,?? Someone else was asking about his health??’ Who else was there? OH RIGHT his coworkers! They must have been bothering him with their concerns too! So clearly something was definitely wrong with the Director if the others had been trying to help him. “Why not accept it?” Narry asked aloud. It didnt make sense. A simple “what?” Was all he got in return. So he figured time to elaborate. “I mean why not accept their help? Surely they are only worried about you too?” Narry thought the Director had zoned out again when the message finally appeared.

“Their help wouldnt be any good. While i do appreciate, they just do things very differently than I do. We each run completely different problems. Neither of them would be able to create rooms that work for you. Their rooms could make things worse even! They dont know what you really need to the same degree as i do. Everything i do, i do meticulously to create the correct experience for you.”

Narry really felt that. He looked around at the room he was in. What he though was a boring, empty office break room was really full of so much detail. The room probably took the Director a good while to make. And what was it for? Just so Narry could take a little break and write some stuff. While Narry would rather his own desk in him home, he had to admit this room was helping him get less distracted. And it really was a good break room wasnt it? The room wasnt the point , eager to get back to business Narry moved on. Narry finally had an idea as to what was wrong with his Director. He was over working himself! Narry needed to help HIM relax this time. “Director this is a lovely break room you made! Why dont you um come sit with me for a spell? I mean how often do you get to enjoy the rooms you make!” Narry hoped he wasnt being too obvious. “I would love to but i am a bit busy working on another room, and a new lesson as well, at the moment. If you want to stay in here a while longer that’s fine with me, ill still be here bit ill just be working on a few projects i have set up.” His text took a while to show up. Clearly the Director was taking his time to correct his typos and seem perfectly fine.

That was no good! Now it was clear what was wrong to Narry. The Director simply was over working himself! Narry needed to find a way to convince the Director to come down here and to take a break. He had a plan but it was a rather poor plan. It was the only one he had though so he figured he would give it a go. “Oh but Director you dont understand! The lounge it is.. sublime, a uhh work of art!” What was he saying??? Sublime??? A work of art?? Sure its. Noce lounge but he sounded ridiculous. What shocked him though was that it worked! A small message appeared before him. “Alright. Im coming im coming. hang on a moment.” Honestly Narry was baffled that even worked. Still his plan was in full swing! Now he just needed to figure out how to get the Director to relax. And maybe get some well earned rest!

Ok listen yall i tried i swear i did. This was gonna be angst but stupid tumblr didnt save my draft when i tabbed out and it deleted 5 paragraphs. When i type something out my brain deletes it so thats why i write. Normally i can focus on anything till i get the idea out of my head! But the problem with that is once its out its gone from me. Completely. So i had to re do almost the whole little writing part. Hell i even had the other characters come in and help Narry but now its two am and i cant even remember who the other characters are. I might finish this later if yall want me to. Ok im rambling i can tell LIZ OUT

#tsp #the stanley parable #swap!au #liz writes #ok i got distracted trying to order 40$ worth of beef jerky #and when i tabbed back into the app it didnt safe the draft.m #thats why as im sure u can tell the first two paragraphs dont fit #i wrote them withba different story in mind #i really should be getting to sleep.#i havent slept in what might be two days?#idk im not even tired #and i gotta get up early to go to the flea market i think #i gotta sell my fleas #and buy so much beef jerky

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mela-not-it · 4 months

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Thoughts...or kinda rambles from her

.22

Let go of the past, embrace the power incased beyond the falling towers

dont give in so easily

love is just a word used to subdue what they want out of you

you, I mean me, been throwing around blame,

when im still walking this long as walk of downgraded shame

but you aint said shit but one thang, and is still aint listened

and thats

mind your own and leave them hoes

where

at home,

but didn't listen bumped my head, twice or thrice leave

someone else's she shed,

When some one hardly said,

brb i got a another sale

but look i am just a the reader and it aint my tale

took one look at ya and knew i was the mud dummy that was gonna

have to make you some candy,

cause liquor takes too long

and you be tired of standing,

waiting on me to make a choice

or as your buddy lied to get moist

but neither here nor there,

unfortunately the record keeper is out for the weekend

I never thought of myself of an object of lust or someone to be sought out

who looking for the thing keepin them high on the sweet sugar that is my intoxicating viberanace

er one could say never ending story of enegry,

questions arent dumb but i asked them all

that is why i always twisted the candy wrapper after only one smarty cause i got the answer right

Know it all, yall poetically named me,

but yall would all lose a coin,

cause at 29-34 years old.....

i still dont know shiiiiaaaataakie mushrooms,

or however you spell it.

I get mad i stop learning,

not listening because it beyond disrespectful

but learning because I don't understand why you chose the path you took

and mines is so wrong,

this aint a poem or a song

or a road map of any kind

just some finally sober thoughts

from an addict,

who decided to live.

and for me,

and my six (dont....just dont.....)

Thats fine by me and my A1 since day one

oh mother of mine, im really not fine.

Thanks for keeping me angered to keep fighting.

I finally got my one.....

but ill beat you on the next round.

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crypticmotherfucker · 6 months

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Tip for able bodied people. If you're walking around someone who uses a walker/cane etc and we are very clearly walking slower. We'd prefer you to go about your way and walk ahead of us, as long as you're not like stopping abruptly/ or like bumping into us as you do so. For some reason people who don't use mobility aides tend to offer for me to go first/ walk ahead of them. But in truth I'd rather them go their much faster pace infront of me and be out of my way/not at my sides incase I swerve cuz I don't want to hit them or behind me where I can't see them and they might bump into me if they aren't paying attention the whole time since I walk slower and can't see them. Giving me space by going about your own way (as long as im like very clearly not going to faint or actively falling over and dont have someone to help) is typically safer and more efficient for the both of us. And just generally uh stay six feet away from people you don't know whenever possible.

I appreciate the thought but it honestly doesn't really doesn't help either of us if you're walking behind me, when walking infront of me won't inconvenience me as long as you're a far enough distance away for me to stop (which you probably will be). You're probably better off walking behind people with power assist devices on their wheelchairs bc it probably will take them longer to stop and they typically can go faster than people with walkers (again not always the case for everybody though).

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cybermeep · 8 months

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cw for bug death… sorry my friends..

i went outside for a little while earlier— i found an interesting bug while i was out and about! caught it and looked at it curiously, then felt absolutely terrible when i saw one of its little appendages ended up falling off.. i also was looking about underneath dirt and leaves and saw a bee! a bee! i obviously picked it up (over a long amount of time, i would never rush it..) and looked it over.. i tried putting it on some flowers in my yard so it could get some pollen and it didn’t go; deciding to stay on my hand instead before eventually going into one of my tiny mason jars. it wasnt moving for awhile so i took it inside to try and give it some sugar water, just incase..

during those events a few things happened. 1) i bumped into a metal pipe…? start of a very comedic joke i know, maybe not a pipe but something metal. i bumped into it pretty hard— causing a small ‘o’ shape to form on my forearm. i didnt even realize i was bleeding from it though until several minutes later, pulling up my sleeve to see a bit of red staining it.

2) i tried to feed the bee and it worked somewhat.. but even then it didnt do much in the end. im not sure if the bee had a parasite (it very likely could’ve, but once again im not certain) but regardless of the case it died very soon after.. along with the fact theres a

3) 50/50 chance i got stung. 50% chance i did? im not allergic! 50% chance i didn’t, and it was somehow the parasite? i still may be allergic! like that one thing people say about schrödingers cat, maybe. i have no clue. i just know it did hurt quite a bit.. but the bumping into the metal from earlier didn’t help either.

all in all, the death was quite depressing. i felt absolutely awful.. i still do! i cried a little bit.. i also said a little eulogy before putting the bee in the small terrarium in my room for it to lay to rest, cause putting it out in the rain might be tricky. i could’ve also put it in a vial but i quite frankly only have the small mason jars from that one day i decided i wanted to. You know. Catch things. so now it lays there in the terrarium, hopefully getting a calmer resting space than it would currently outside.

i know its silly to be emotional over these little things. very, very silly.. but im emotional anyway. I think its because of the simple fact (which i say so much it can get repetitive) i love things. a lot of things. even if i don’t understand them, i enjoy them and treasure them dearly. so when i lose one of those many things, no matter how big or small, i mourn it; even if it’s unnecessary. because i hope that, even for a small moment, i can give everything the love it deserves.

im far too small to actually do that, obviously. just a little speck… but im happy to try.

#i should make a tag for longer posts like these #cybers tangents #there we go #cw bug death #putting as a tag too just incase..

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