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plutoslvr · 4 months

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so i'm rereading trc with my friend and we're currently on bllb and i just read chapter 30 and in it blue's asking malory what gansey used to be like before he moved to henrietta and the gansey that malory describes to blue is so different from the gansey she currently knows and i just cant stop thinking about it.

first off, malory describes gansey as "small" as in not just his height but as in gansey was young and it makes sense because at the time gansey was 15 but it just kind of does something to my heart when i think about young, small gansey trying to figure out why he's still alive.

malory then goes on to say, "He was still trying to prove that he hadn't just hallucinated. He was still quite obsessed with the event [his death] itself." gansey first died when he was 10 and to be obsessing over your death for FIVE years trying to convince others but mostly yourself that you didn't make it up that you actually died and not some part of a childs imagination it must've fucked with him so bad???

then malory tells blue exactly how obsessed gansey was with his death and was to the extent that he was always drawing bees and hornets and "Got screaming nightmares over it- he had to get his own place since I couldn't sleep with it [...] Sometimes these fits would happen in the day, too. We'd just be toddling through some riding path in Leicestershire and next thing I knew he'd be on the ground clawing his face like a mental patient." the gansey that blue currently knows doesnt act like that but this was only two years prior its fucking INSANE and it's here blue starts to think about the facade gansey had learned to throw up since he was a kid.

AND IT GETS WORSE SOMEHOW?? earlier in bllb in chapter 3, gansey talks about how he felt like running and how it had been a long time since he had felt that way. at the time it didn't make sense like wdym by that gansey but then back in chapter 30 malory tells blue how gansey just disappeared one day. left most of his bags and left without a word to anyone not even his family who then called malory to ask for gasneys whereabouts. "He picked himself up and moved on so easily, so quickly. He had done it so many times before England, Jane, and it was old hat to him."

it makes blue rethink every conversation she had with gansey previously, similarly to when adam heard gansey's voice of fear in the cave in chapter one where gansey had the panic attack because its around this book where the gangsey start to figure, as blue puts it, "It was more like the Gansey she'd seen was a partial truth."

it's so very easy to pass off ganseys insecurities and his feelings about how he should comfort other people but they shouldn't do the same for him because he's had it the easiest (his words not mine) because he himself skips over it so fast. like he'll mention something and then act like he's never thought or said it, like its something normal which really isnt and then it slowly makes sense that gansey throughout the series, starts to lose that mask (there's multiple masks but thats a conversation for another time) and the readers and the gangsey get to see what the real gansey is like instead of the bulletproof, untouchable gansey they're used to seeing.

the idea of gansey running is insane in a good way because its nothing like the gansey we know, plus paired with the fact about how young gansey has me clawing at the walls because he's just this kid desperate to prove he wasn't hallucinating, trying to find some purpose to his life before he finds it in henrietta. a kid who was still terrified of his death who relived it, screaming every night who still had panic attacks anywhere and everywhere and would end up clawing at himself because there's hornets everywhere. a kid who doesn't stay in one place too long who learns to put on an easy smile to convince everyone okay and gets so good at it that it works and people think that hes normal and okay when he's anything but.

idk pre canon gansey is something that i need to inject into my bloodstream and analyse in a lab.

#thinking about the different masks gansey has is so crazy like gansey on fire the gansey his family sees the gansey aglionby sees #SORRY LONG POST #FUCKKKK GO TO THERAPY GANSEY #chapter 30 bllb has changed my life in insane ways #i dont think i can ever be the same #richard gansey #trc #the raven cycle #bllb #adam parrish #blue sargent #idk malorys last name sorry

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joenotexotic99 · 4 months

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Idk if you're still making this, but I want to let you know that we're waiting for BoB Lovetropes p2. My suggestions: Toye, Eugene, Malarkey, Guarnere, Luz, Sobel. Hope you're doing okay <3

A/n: I've been dealing with some stuff lately and now finally have a little time to catch up on old stuff. I also want to apologize anon I couldn't bring myself to soble. Sorry couldn't do it.

-Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of language, got wayyy to carried away with malarkey’s, oops. Might have to turn that into its own thing, if it's not already. Luz is slightly spicy, nothing crazy but you cant miss it.-

Masterlist

Joe Toye

-grumpy vs sunshine trope. Omggggg, the idea of this has me kicking my feet and giggling. Joe Toye is rough around the edges, tough skin. You on the other hand have always been the positive one, keeping the people around you spirits high. Being an optimist of sorts. Maybe not cheerful but you could definitely make someone's day. Yet behind his grumpy facade, he can't help but notice your unwavering optimism. He wasn't opposed to love; he just never expected to be swept off his feet so quickly by one person. Your personality was anything but the same. Never in a million years did he think he was going to fall in love with a bright and shiny person, which was the exact reason why he loved you so much. You two were like night and day. You were the beacon of light in all the darkness. I feel like Toye would also be super protective over you. Kinda the same vibe as liebgott. But that's for another time.

“Is that a smile I see on your face toye?” “I'm one lucky bastard you realize that?”

Eugene roe

-office romance/forced proximity. I didn't exactly know what to call this one. Both you and roe are easy company medics. Gene from the start, harbord a crush on you. And mean big time crush. Thinking about you he got butterflies in his stomach. You both spent significant time together. Typically the only times you were separated is when you were attending to fellow paratroopers. Bastogne was a turning point. You were in a jeep headed to the church, your hand and a cloth being the soul thing keeping a man alive. You almost made it before the church burst into flames. When Gene heard what happened he got the first ride possible to bastogne. When he saw you, hand now on a clearly dead man, he took you into his arms. He brought you back to the Adrennes forest. As usual you spent the night in genes fox hole the only difference was you both saw what was right in front of you for the first time and kissed. It wasn't until Austria where he gave you a promise ring where he promised to spend and devote the rest of his life with you.

“you make me the happiest man you know that y/n?”

“Tell me that again at our wedding”

Donald Malarkey

-friends to lovers? Maybe a sprinkle of enemies to lovers?? I don't know but here me out. So you join the paratroopers as a female, the reason you got in was from connections in the army. Seeing how even if you are the most talented female there is, it's still the 40s here. I wouldn't think that the Toccoa men would flat out bully you, but would more just not believe in you. Probably leave you out of a lot of things. Kind of just pretend you weren't there. But not malarkey. He saw something in you that the rest didn't. Honestly he was shocked to see how they treated you. You were the best paratrooper there was in this company. You stood your ground. You met and exceeded in all categories. Passed each test with flying colors. You also were able to do it with the most incredible smile. As much as you disliked it, he stood up for you. Complimented and congratulated you when you did well. You really liked him. He was cute, kind, and not a douche wad. But sadly, most guys here if they weren't mean, they were trying to get Into your pants. As much as you wouldn't mind that with malarkey, you weren't here for that. One day in Aldbourne England you had enough. You weren't going to get swooned into bed and he had to know it. When you had a spare moment you grabbed him and pulled him aside and told him to stop. He was bewildered that this is how you perceived him. He explained to you that was not his intention. You could hear the sincerity of his voice. He meant it. This was the start of your friendship. You both were like a thing but not? Kinda a situationship. But it wasn't official until Haguenau. The effects of war painted across your faces. In one of the houses you laid in one of the beds, trying for the hundredth time to get some rest to no avail. He came and found you. There was little and a lot to say. Instead he kissed you. The past two years of friendship melted instantly into a lifetime of love.

“god i've wanted you to do that for a long time”

“What happened to ‘I'm not here for a relationship’?”

“shut the fuck up and kiss me again would ya”

William Guarnere

-Enemies to lovers. Come on, this is so perfect. Guarnere is a natural bully. He bullies everybody all the time, but you? He loves bullying you. He always has an insult special for you up his sleeve. However, that's a lie. He hates it to his core. You are the sweetest person ever. All he wants to do is not bully you. He's somewhere in the middle of liebgott and Speers. He doesn't want to be seen as weak. He has this demnor he feels the need to uphold and that everybody around him expects. Not some ooey gooey man. Even though if he could he'd probably worship you. You were perfect in his eyes. He hates himself more and more but the more he digs himself into this hole the harder it is for him to get out. He finally cracks when someone else makes a particular mean stab at you one day at a bar in holland. He can hate himself all he fucking wants for bullying you. But somebody else is doing it? Hurting you? Not going to happen. He breaks his nose, jaw, maybe a rib or two, black eye and busted lip, all before he could get ripped off this guy. You get wind of this later. Within minutes you're confronting him. Before he shuts you up with a kiss.

“I thought you hated me”

“Hate you? No, For fuckes sake sweetheart, I'm in love with you”

George Luz

-meet cute. You originally met just before you signed up to be paratroopers. And I mean just before. You were getting blood work done to test how fit you were to fight. As you waited in the lobby to fill out paperwork, you went to reach for your pen. That's when you realized it wasn't there. It just so happens that a very cute guy next to you had an extra with him. You quickly filled the paper and exchanged names and conversations. On the way home you couldn't get him out of your head. So couldn't he. Later when you were assigned to easy company you found the one and only George luz. The same extremely handsome guy at the clinic. He immediately recognized you. How could he not? Your face and laugh had been at the front of his thoughts a lot lately. You tried to keep both of your composure during Toccoa seeing how you didn't want to get into any trouble. But that all fell apart after one weekend with a pass and some alcohol. Kisses were shared, clothes were shed and hands roamed. After that night you made it official. Luz also started writing his vows.

“you know I've never felt this way before”

“What the sex or me? Because If it wasn't the sex let me know so we can go again”

“both luz, but I can't turn that offer down now can I”

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers x reader #joe toye x reader #eugene roe x reader #Donald Malarkey x reader #george luz x reader

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minx1o · 10 months

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𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 ᶠᵉᵃᵗ ʳⁱⁿ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴇ.

ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴘʀᴏ ʀɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1ᴋ

Rin still remembers the adrenaline rush that filled his senses that day- the focus he directed into every step he made. It was as if he was treading down an outrageously thin line that could break at any given moment.

Maybe he was exaggerating.

Nevertheless, whether or not he was being dramatic; all of that didn’t matter.

Not when you’re sitting in front of him, roughly 3 feet away with the full moon shining behind you. Looking your best.

But that meant anything. After all, you’ve always looked your best every second of every single day he lays his eyes on you.

His eyes were fixated on your face, his facial expression remained still- he knew he was spacing out but he knows he can’t help but ignore the rest of the world when he’s with you.

In truth, there was absolutely no need to be nervous at all, he was fairly sure you would say yes. Those days where you would promise each other the world whilst laying on his couch after an exhausting movie night were full undeniable proof that you loved him. And he knew that

So why on earth is he near trembling as he's tracing the outline of the box in his pocket, he will never know.

From the moment he asked if he could take you to a date, you knew something was up.

He was particularly jittery and quite awkward, but you paid no mind to it- after all, it could just be stress from all that work he’s been doing

However deep inside, there is a strong gut instinct within you that wants to hope that he’s finally doing it.

It’s not strange for you to hope things would turn out this way. You have been dating since you were 17.

Which means you’ve been dating for 9 and a half years.

And yet, still no ring on your finger.

Your friends and relatives constantly tease you about it, it’s no doubt the both of you are still very young and have much more left of life to explore, but you can’t help but feel scared of how fragile such a flimsy relationship is.

You are almost a 100% sure you don’t doubt what you and him have….but still.

It’s not that you’re rushing him, well actually you don’t know why you want to get engaged so much.

Maybe it’s because you need some form of reassurance that he wants to be with you.

Maybe you’re scared that he doesn’t want to spend the forever he promised you.

Either way, you are here now, sitting in the balcony of this newly opened high-class restaurant- the moon is full and the stars sparkle in his eyes with pure perfection.

Even the stars and the moon fail to shine in his presence.

Dessert is served, and you quickly reach out to the tiramisu cheesecake- only to be stopped by the man in front of you. His hold on your arm is tight and stern, and you cant help but pause and give him a confused expression.

“Rin?..”

“Before anything else… can you please.. listen for a bit?...”

Its happening

He leaves his seat to kneel on the floor- his face ever so sincere, and his eyes sparkle more than ever.

Its happening

He pulls out the small navy velvet box that has been settling uncomfortably in his pocket, and opens it in front of you. Eyes never drifting away from your gaze.

“Love, from the moment I laid my eyes on you I knew I wanted nothing else but to be with you. You have been the sole muse- the main character of my own life. I don’t know I even deserve to be here, kneeling before you- asking you to promise me your world, but I simply cannot live a life knowing you wont be there to greet me the moment I wake up every single morning. So please-“

His tone slightly breaks, as his gaze softens.

There are a million thoughts going on inside his head, each and every one of them centers you- only you

His heart race and he can feel his palms quaking more and more with each passing second.

He knew he was never the type to be nervous, but how could he not be nervous when your future and the rest of your forevers rely on this one singular moment.

It baffles him how a single yes or no could determine the flow of the next 25, heck even the next 50 years of his life.

He parts his lips and takes a breath before proceeding.

“Please, would you be there with me through all the seconds of all the days left in our forevers?”

Your breath hitches- it takes everything in you not to bawl out crying and straight up throw yourself into him.

And everything in you betrays you as you did exactly that.

Okay it was an exaggeration- you didn’t exactly bawl out, but you still cried.

Your arms fall straight into shoulders as you drop all you weight into him, his eyes widened as he immediately catches you with one hand, as the other stabilizes the ring he is holding.

You swarm him with the tightest hug you can give. The moment lift your head to look up to him and stare at his face, his expression goes from a shocked one, to one that looks like he was about to cry. A small smile creeps into his face as you fail to resist the urge to crash your lips into his- not minding where you are right now.

He departs his lips from yours and reaches out to the discarded box the he placed on the floor.

“So, is that a yes or a no”

“Just put the ring on”

He chuckles as he slides the ring perfectly on your ring finger. Again, his eyes never leaving you.

You start kissing him again and you could’ve sworn you heard wedding bells at that moment.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #blue lock x you #bllk rin #rin x you #rin itoshi #rin itoshi fluff #itoshi rin x y/n #fluff

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soo0mi · 1 year

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🫂 ｡ﾟ⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — 01. microwaved strawberries...?

:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?

warnings ⚠️ none !!

word count : 700 / 0.7k words !!

incheon, 2:53 am

“ahh im so hungry,” you grab your keys and wallet from your vanity, “i wonder what seven eleven has rn..”

this hunger pierced through your stomach, it was a craving that refused to be ignored, demanding immediate attention. you walked over to the living area to find hyunjin laying on his stomach, watching a new episode of the kdrama he’s been binging throughout the week.

“oh yeah, which filling did u want in the riceball?” you remembered his reply under your tweet

“salmon or tempura’s good, thank u love” he muttered, still focusing on the tv screen

— the nickname “love” sure is a charming term of endearment, especially coming from your childhood bsf.

“do u want me to go with u? its like pitch black outside” the blond shifted his attention onto you

“no, ill be fine, thank u tho”

“alright then, be safe” he reverted his attention back to the screen, “i dont wanna sleep hungry tonight” he says in a teasing tone

“whateverr, dont blame me if u see a bite out of your onigiri” your giggles filled the room.

you turned the doorknob and walked over to the elevator. as u neared your destination, a flicker of movement caught the corner of your eye and your curiosity piqued. you stopped in your tracks and turned toward the source of the movement. and there they were, sprawled across the rough carpet flooring of the hallway, was an uncomfy stranger, his features softened by the dim glow of the hallway lights.

“what the..” you mumbled with confusion mixed with concern, “are you alright?” you voiced, extending a hand in an offer of assistance. he blinked up at you, a mixture of exhaustion and horror reflected in his eyes.

“oh, shit, i didnt think anyone would be awake rn,” he quickly sat up, “my bad, im not homeless or anything. my roomate js has his gf over and i did not wanna third wheel..” the handsome stranger explained with weariness

a moment of silence passed between you two. in that fleeting moment, you made a decision fueled by empathy and a tinge of adventure. “well, how about.. ” you proposed, a smile creeping upon your lips. “instead of the rough, ugly floor, you sleep at my place tonight? im sure my roommate wouldnt mind”

“forreal??” his tired eyes looked up at yours.

“duh, i cant let you sleep out here, what if u get abducted??” you couldn’t let his pretty face touch the dirty ground..

“alright then, where are you going rn?” he took your hand as support to stand up, he was quite tall..

“just the store down the street, wanna come with?” now you looked up at his head.

“yeah, my treat tho, as a thank you”

4:42 am

“oohh wait” riki rummages thru the tote bag 7eleven gave you, he pulls out the pack of strawberries he bought. he approached the microwave, “do you want some?” he turned around to ask you

“depends, what are u gonna do with thrm?” you tilted your head in confusion

riki places the strawberries in a bowl and washes them thoroughly. “microwave them” you squinted your eyes and let your eyebrows frown

“microwaved strawberries…?” you were star struck, he left you speechless

“yup” with a smile, he carefully placed the bowl of red strawberries inside and set the timer. as the microwave hummed to life, riki leaned against the counter, eagerly waiting for the warm strawberries that awaited him. the soft whirring grew louder, and he watched through the transparent window, gently warming the strawberries and releasing their sweet fragrance.

“at least try it before u judge me” riki turned around with a bowl of microwaved strawberries placed in his hands, “come try some”

you got up and walked over to him. u stood in front of the microwave, the bowl of freshly microwaved strawberries in rikis palms, and skepticism + excitement settled within u. u took a strawberry from the bowl and bit a piece off, a burst of unexpected flavors met your mouth. the warmth intensified the strawberry’s sweetness and released an enchanting aroma, it almost smelled like your perfume. it was definitely a delightful surprise.

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tulipanthousa · 4 months

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tell us about the unwritten au 👀

okay, full disclosure, this will never be written. i have no intention of ever doing so. if someone else is willing to take a crack at it be my guest but this would be too much for me to handle

so, here it is

Content Warnings: angst, RAPE (<- read this. the dove is dead. do not pass go do not collect $200. youve been warned) both directly and via proxy, and other kinds of sexual coercion

LAOFT RELAMP but at what cost

In main story laoft, durant does not see roman and remy's dalliances as important or a threat to him/his control over roman.

in this story. he does

in an agonizing display of cruelty, he kidnaps remy and presents him to night roman as a gift.

its a terrible position - roman cant reject the gift and risk durants anger, which will end in disaster for both him and remy... but niether can he accept it and walk back into his day life with the knowledge that remy will remain here, trapped, alone with durant, and impossibly far away from anything roman can do to protect him

Roman takes the only path he can find - feign gratefulness so deep that he no longer had need of his day left, and giving it up. because at least if theyre both trapped remy's not alone.

Remy and Roman disappear the same night, stolen from their beds without a sound or a trace left behind.

In wickhills, Logan is incandescent with fury and patton cries so miserably the woods and hills around his house are bone-dead silent. not even the birds want to sing in his presence.

May sits alone in her house, the door locked, refusing to answer for anyone.

The Adams' put up posters across all of southeast ohio knowing nobody is going to call

And emile watches them all and churns with guilt because he didnt know remy, not really, so why does he think he has a right to be this sad?

Back in faerieland, things escalate in a bad way very quickly. Durant coerces Roman and Remy into increasingly intense sexual scenarios for his entertainment.

in the midst of this, having only one other person you can rely on or trust can, coupled with the rapid increase in intimacy, cross the wires a bit, and wwhoops, Remy and roman are in love now

Remy: or whatever passes for love in this shitshow Roman: you dont get to tell me i dont really love you Remy, crying: ok

and tbh, all of this is more of just context for what im ACTUALLY interested which is

they get out. now what?

Because in the meantime, Emile has reached out to patton, we still have LAMP and remile, and now we have pair-of-cats-that-cant-be-separated creativisleep

Logan: you thought canon logan had anger issues? ha. ha i say. this logan would kill a man sooner than let them make roman or remy even slightly uncomfortable. he'll snarled at his own mother if she gets too close. he'll snarl at thomas, though he'll feel bad about both. this is actually! not great! because logan tried to guard from the outside looks a lot like Guards Keeping Us Inside to remy and roman, so they have to figure out how to navigate logans nuclear reactor protectiveness vs it wigging roman and remy out.

Virgil: Virgil waking up is the catalyst for them getting free, and in the midst of his horror falls in QP love at first sight with remy, who was so brave and so strong and kept roman safe when virgil couldnt.

Remy: i dont know if 'safe' is even slihtly accurate Virgil: the safety of his heart and mind are of equal importance to me as his body. you have cherished both, and you can have anything you ask for as long as i live Remy: [gay fluster noises]

Patton keeps determinedly dragging emile to mays house (where they are holed up for close access to dizzy and jax) even though Emile feels like he's intruding

Patton, constantly on the verge of tears: I almost lost Roman and i've decided im in love with all of you and i CATEGORICALLY refuse to lose anyone else Emile: um Patton: RE. FUSE.

so pattons HOPE is that they all wind up in a big polycule pile, and its doesnt... not do that, but its not quite as clearcut as all that.

Theres stumbling blocks at the beginning withboth remy and roman wavering on whether or not their romantic feelings are genuine, and subsequently wondering if the fact that theeyre still in love with Emile and LAM respectively means that they arent.

this would go through some oscillations of both of them trying to deny those feelings to "prove" their love for each other, vs trying to push the other away so they can go be with p[eople they "really love"

do! not! separate them!

in my head this ends with romantic LAMP, Romantic Remile, Romantic Patmile, and QPR losleep and sleepxiety - everybody else is friends and cuddle buddies

Remy is actually super comforted by the fact that Patton is in love with him/attracted to him but never asks for more than friendship because he knows remy isnt. Metamour besties.

Dizzy suffers a lot from this ordeal (she hid from durant and subsequently roman, knowing if he found her as romans familiar it would be catastrophic) so their bond is.... stretched, lets say. overtaxed. she's a little sicklier. a little smaller, a little more timid. hides in remy or virgils jackets frequently

All of which is to say that this is a fraught extended metaphor that sometimes trauma changes you, and it changes your relationships, and it changes the way you feel attraction, and all of that is okay. it doesnt make those feelings or relationships less real or loving or valid.

anyway this is my monster. im not going to write it (please dont ask) but some people have expressed that they were glad i still shared it, so have some bite sized angst

#ask #Anonymous #laoft ask #rape cw

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greasersgyatt · 5 months

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‘Sadness? No more’

lee: Johnny Cade

ler: Dallas Winston

tw: venting, mention of suicide

Johnny was sitting alone in the cold lot. He was hanging out with the gang not too long ago but it started to get dark and everyone left home. Johnny never liked going home. He was thinking about going today but he decided not to. He could hear his parents fighting from outside their house. The word ‘hated’ was a understatement of how he disliked his parents, especially their fighting.

He could see his cold breath in the -2 degree weather, shivering. He had tried to start a fire to keep him warm but it was no use. The wind kept blowing it out. Johnny knew it wasnt safe sitting by himself this late because of him being a greaser. Town was weirdly full of socs today and even socs were passing through greaser territory and hanging about there which always made Johnny feel a bit frustrated but also afraid of getting jumped again.

He was thinking for a while, sitting on the curb of the lot. He was thinking about going to the curtis house snd maybe asking them if he could sleep over.. or maybe he could go round to two bits. Then it hit him. Dallas. Dallas would probably let him stay over. He always let when Johnny asked to sleepover even if it wasn’t usual. He got up and started to speed walk towards Buck Merrils house.

He got to Bucks Merrils house and knocked on the door. He knew there was some sort of party going on because he could see the colourful lights peeking through the curtains and he could hear the loud music coming from inside of the house. After a long moment, Buck opened the front door. “what do you want, kid?” Buck asked, his eyes focused on Jobnny. “uh- can i speak with Dallas?” Johnny said. He sounded like he was asking even though it wasnt a question. He was gonna speak with Dallas. “..he’s busy” Buck answered as he was going to shut the door but Johnnny quickly pushed it open again. “No, please. Just tell him that its johnny.” Johnny pleaded. Buck stared at him for a quick second before sighing. “wait here” Buck muttered under his breath as he shut the door.

He waited patiently until the door opened again. He saw Dallas who was shirtless. “..hey Johnny” Dallas said with one eyebrow raised, not really expecting Johnny but he wasn’t complaining hat he was here. “hi Dallas” Johnny said quickly before adding on, “do..- do you mind if i stay over for the night?” Johnny asked, hoping Dallas would say yes since there was a slim chance of Dallas saying ‘no’. Dallas looked at Johnny. “Yeah. of course, kid” Dallas said as he pushed the door open wider for Johnny to come in.

Johnny stepped in and instantly was hit with the scent of alcohol, cigarettes and weed. He didnt say anything about it though since he was used to all of smells. It didnt bother him much. Dallas and Johnny made there way upstairs and into Dallas’s small room that was at the end of the hallway. Dallas closed the door behind him so that the music from downstairs would be a bit quieter.

“..parents fighting again?” Dallas asked Johnny when he looked at him. Johhny sat down on the edge of dallas’s double bed, just answering with a simple “yeah”. Dallas stared at him. He couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for Johnny which was suprising since Dallas was always the ‘fearless, tough’ dude and he never reslly cared about anyones feelings, not even his own feelings. But there was just something about Johnny that he just felt like he needed to protect. Johnny already had a bad enough life with his abusive parents and how he got jumped a few months ago just made it worse since he never deserved that. Nobody deserved what Johnny was going through at his young age.

Dallas sighed, his hands swinging by his side before he goes down to lay on his bed. “C’mere” Dallas muttered quieter than usual as he let Johnny crawl over next to him.

“Dallas- i dont- i dont think i can do this anymore.” Johnny whispered under his breath, making Dallas turn his head in confusion. “I cant live like this anymore.. ill- ill kill myself-!” Johnny blurted out, making his breathing increase. “Hey, Johnny no. Don’t think about that. You’re not gonna kill yourself, kid. You’ve got me.. and the gang. We’re like your better family, Johnny. You dont gotta worry about a single thing happening to you when im around, you got that?” Dallas reassured him, putting his arm around Johnnys shoulder. “Now calm down your breathing, Johnny. Im being serious, you’ve got nothing to worry about.” Dallas added on. “Youll be okay. I promise.” Dallas said with a sigh, glacing at Johnny. Johnny always looked like a lost puppy in a crowd. Who wouldn’t want to protect him?

“..how about i try and cheer you up?” Dallas asked, trying his hardest not to smirk as he knew full on damn well what was about to happen. He was good at cheering Johnny up one way or another, tho today he was gonna try the old first method. “..ho-how would you do that?” Johnny asked, turning his eyes towards Dallas. “Ive got my ways.. so what do you say?” Dallas asked again with a slight grin. Johnny seemed hesitant but nodded. Dallas couldn’t contain his smirk now that Johnny agreed. In one quick move, Dallas grabbed Johnny, making him sit infront of him while Dallas was behind him. “Ready?” Dallas asked. “..yeah?” Johnny muttered with a bit of confusion in his voice. Thats when Johnny just wished he said no.. well.. maybe he did enjoy what happened next. Suddenly, Dallas dug his fingers into Johnnys sides, making him let out a gasp before being in a pit of laughter. He tried his best to swat Dallas’s hands away but he failed since Dallas was behind him. “DALAHAeHAS” Johnny said through his howl of laughter. Dallas smirked as his fingers made their way down Johnnys side, down to his hips and over to his tummy which made Johnny giggle in a more high pitched voice. “What Johnny? Am i making your sadness go away?” Dallas asked with a teasing tone. Johnnt could feel Dallas’s breath hitting against the back of his neck, making him squirm his neck back. “CUHUHUT IT OUT” Johnny squealed when he felt Dallas’s fingers scattering around his tummy, near his belly button. “DALALAS” Johnny begged when suddenly one of Dallas’s hands were poking around Johnnys ribs while his other hand was dancing around on his knee. Johnny basically screeched with laughter, kicking his legs to avoid Dallas’s fingertips on his knees. “What, Johnny? Cant handle a little bit of tickling?” Dallas chuckled “tickle, tickle, tickle Johnny” Dallas teased, laughing as he sees johnnys face turn a pinky colour from the t word.

Dallas finally stopped as he saw that Johnny was slightly coughing from all his laughter. “You good?” Dallas said with a smirk, letting johnny lean back on him while he gets his breath back. “Yeah- yeah” johnny said quickly in one breath as he looked up at dallas then looked away. “..thanks” Johnny mumbled. Dallas just smirked. “No problem, kid.” Dallas answered.

#the outsiders #the outsiders tickle #tickle fic #lee!johnny #ler!dallas

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smittenbyvillains · 10 months

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Could you do the Wizards falling in love whit someone who died? And I dont mean they fell in love and then they died, i mean their dead, they been dead for a long time, their some sort of banished soul/banished angel/fallen angel(you decide). They have some sort of feather or demon wings and horns. Their not allowed to go to heaven or hell, which is why their on earth. They cannot properly pass onto the after life so they can be seen, touched, heared, etc, but they can go "ghost mode", meaning they can turn invisible or so that you cant touch them, you will face through them if its activated. They can also use telekinesis.

Their just kind of roaming around earth lookibg for something to do, the wizards and the winx magic attracted their attention and tthey decided to involve them self and stick around. So they just started to mess whit both of them, like tippning them, destroying or deflecting their atacks, etc. They took an special instest in the wizards and mostly stuck around them, however because of this the wizards quickly notices someones doing these things.

So then somehow their able to now see them, because magic(idk), and they properly meet.

Ps, love your work

/ yessssss and thank you! I think I am going to exclude the horns part since it wouldn't make sense for how I will go for this request :) I like the idea of a fallen angel

It had been a long time since you felt any type of happiness. It was taken from you. You were a fallen angel now because of one big mistake you regretted. You wish you didn't do it. All you did now was roam the earth searching for something anything. One day you were walking along the streets when you heard a battle happening. You decided to check it out. You did your vanishing trick, opened your now visible grey wings, and flew over. You gasped as the area was being messed with badly.

You watched the fight ensure. Then you wanted the next fight then the next. You became interested in each of the groups. The fairies were quite cool but something about the wizards drew you in. You join in the fights and started to deflect shoots from each side. They would be confused and you just giggled to yourself. Sometimes you completely offed their game making it unable for them to fight. It was a game for you.

It had been some time and they started to notice someone else might be here. The Wizards especially did. They would smirk when something would be messed with. They started to feel some touches that weren't there before and quickly left. It had been funny messing with them. You started to like them. You watched them often vanish as they retreated to the places they stayed at.

It was one fated day you followed them and didn't know they had set a trap because you were watching the fairies work that day. You were quite fond of them and didn't bother them like the wizards. In a way, you loved the chaos.

You gasped as you couldn't get anywhere outside the magic box and you were slowly revealed. The Wizards just watched and chuckled. You hit the box and glared at them. "Let me go, you idiots!" You hissed out annoyed.

"Seems we caught a little fallen angel hm? You are the one messing with us." Ogron said with a smirk stepping forward to examine you. "quite the small thing aren't you?" he asked teasingly.

"Shut up about my height," you said narrowing your eyes. "Now let me go." You demanded. You were surprised when they dropped the cage.

"We just wanted to talk," Gantlos said shrugging. "You were following us clearly."

"Come on, it's quite cute," Anagon said going over to you and grabbing your chin and inspecting your face. You blushed bright red. Duman smirked at you from against the sewer wall.

"I would say she likes us." He said. "With all the stalking and touches we could sense," Duman said.

"Now now let's not tease her too much boys," Ogron spoke and looked at you. "Tell us why.." He said with a mischievous smile. You were at a loss of words not knowing what to really say.

"I think you're all attractive and you interest me." You blurted out. They all laughed thinking it was the cutest thing.

"Good to know... but I think we need to show you what happens little angels get caught stalking us," Ogron said thinking. "In fact you are ours now and joining us.. once we win you will have everything you want." He purred.

That was a promise they kept.

#x reader #winxclub #winx club #x reader stories #villains #wizards of the black circle

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prttydolls · 2 years

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Can I please request a fluffy fic about Peter getting sick as an Orderly but he has to keep working because Dr. Brenner's punishing him so the reader just like secretly takes care of him and then at the end of the day she sneaks into his room and spends some time with him.

If that's alright with you of course!!

nursing him back to health ˖*°࿐ᵕ̈ peter ballard

ˋ°•*⁀➷ warning(s) : sickness, headaches, medication

ˋ°•*⁀➷ authors note : thank you for requesting!! <3 and ofcourse its alright with me :)

peter felt nervous as he approached dr. brennerʼs office.

he felt terribly sick, and he felt like his head was gonna explode on how it was hurting.

he almost hesitated on knocking on the door, but he did anyways.

“come in.”

peter opened the door to see dr. brenner on his office chair reading some files. “oh, good afternoon peter may i help you?”

peter cleared his voice before saying ; “good afternoon to you too dr. brenner, uhm- may i take a break for today? i dont feel well.”

martin looked unamused with his reply, “excuse me? after all i done for you. you cant make a little sacrifice?”

peter frowned, but quickly hid it with his resting face. “no, dr. brenner, sorry for asking.”

peter left the room, woth a even more headache than the one he got before entering the room.

“just because he 'saved' my life doesn't mean i dont get to take breaks.” the blonde muttered under his breath.

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as time passed peterʼs sickness or headache got worst.

he dropped off 015 into the nurses office because his nose kept bleeding that didn't come from his powers.

peter didn't wanna admit it, but he found y/n the nurse quite attractive.

but his day even became worst as he coughed really hard, he felt hot. he kept coughing at the side while waiting for 015 to be patched up.

ofcourse, y/n took a notice to his uncontrollable coughs, and asked him about it.

“uhm, peter are you alright?”

fuck.

peter never heard someone say his name so prettily like that.

“sorry, i feel really sick right now.” he laughed as if it was a joke. “awh, did you ask dr. brenner for you to stop working for today?”

peter wanted to respond to that, "yes ofcourse i did, but this asshole thinks he can rule over me just because he saved my life-" but obviously he cant say thay infront of 015 and the security camera.

“i havent yet, uhm... ill ask him later.” he lied, y/n looked at him with unsure eyes she knew that he was lying but she didn't say anything but nod.

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peter was roaming around the facility's hall when he bumped into y/n.

“oh, hi peter! still feeling sick?”

he nodded and gave her a sad smile, “yeah.. sorry i lied to you earlier.” he apologized.

“don't worry, come ill take care of you.” she smiled at him warmly, peter swore he never felt something like this. it felt so tingly, and fuzzy.

peter followed the girl to her clinic that was connected to her room. “okay, lay down on my bed pete”.

thee orderly followed her instructions, she had been putting a thermometer in his mouth, and giving him advil.

“here drink this, its advil and would help you feel better.” she handed him a pill and a glass of water.

peter instantly felt better being in the care of nurse y/n. “thank you so much y/n, i wouldn't know what to do without you.” he confessed.

this made the girl breakout into a huge smile, “glad i did!” she gave him a small embrace, and he gave her one back.

maybe life isnt as bad as he thought, there might a purpose to live it and its for y/n.

#should i make a taglist?#maybe i should #peter ballard x you #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard x y/n #001 x you #001 x reader #001 x y/n #henry creel x you #henry creel x reader #henry creel x y/n #stranger things #001 #Henry creel #— {🐚} her work's !

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marcyyss · 2 years

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' I want to be there for you '

Robin Arellano x Plus size!Reader

Summary: Your bullies were talking shit about you, someone heard them and ran over to comfort you

SPECIAL REQUEST FOR MY LOVELY @shellofseaturtle ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Also reader is kinda inspired on me/my thougths 🤒

– Again, some stupid boys were insulting you for your looks at the end of school, you tried to ignore them and walk home.

– As you walk away you heard someone call them, you cant even recognize the voice because of your thougths eating your brain.

– when you entered your house, you didn't even greet your parents, you ran to your room in tears, you locked yourself inside and couldn't help but look at yourself in the mirror in your room, you hated everything about your body, your stomach, your legs, arms and chest.

– you couldn't stop looking at the mirror, it's as if you were punishing yourself for your appearance, while you hugged yourself, more tears came out of your eyes and you remembered the insults of those boys

– you began to feel a little pain in your arms, without realizing it, you had started to dig your nails into your own arms, you stopped and lay down on your bed

– you woke up by a noise in your window, still with your head hurting, you looked towards the window and saw Robin, you got scared to see him in your window and you opened it quickly

– When Robin walked in, he didn't even speak to you, he just looked you in the eye and hugged you without saying a single word, and honestly, it was just what you needed.

– while you two were like that, a while passed, until Robin spoke.

— " Why you didn't told me? "

– you sighed

— " I was scared that if i told you, things would get worse "

— " Dont worry, i wont let them do anything to you "

– Robin hugged you tighter, and you cried as quietly as possible, when Robin was close you felt safe

– After another while, they began to read a book that you had taken from the library and when you had calmed down, Robin went home

– The next day you and Robin were walking to school (Robin was putting his arm on your shoulder he said he was showing off his beautiful and amazing partner) and you saw your bullies with black eyes and several bruises on their faces, Robin played dumb and looked away and you rolled your eyes and smiled

– and finally, in class, you received a flying paper from Robin, inside it said "I don't care how you look, all I care about is that you're happy"

– absolutely the best day of your life

Its rlly short :(

#fluff #headcanons #fanfic #bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #finney blake #finney blake x reader #robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #the black phone x reader #the black phone #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader

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watatsumiis · 1 year

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hi general, passing by to send you some kisses /p

im handing you blankets (if the weather is cold where you are) and your favourite drink <3

might I ask you to tell us about any random hc you have about ayato? (for example, that he has lots of moles or that he has calloused hands because of how much paperwork he does) If not it's completely ok!

Hiya Lucas! It's great to see you in my inbox !! thank you for the blankets and drink, feeling very cozy right about now :> !!!!

This has been sitting in my inbox for a hot minute because I just haven't had much motivation to write, so sorry about that!

But Ayato headcanons, hooh, I certainly have a few!!!! I'll toss them below the cut :3

He's ambidextrous - with both writing and weaponry. He can seamlessly switch and tends to just use whichever hand is convenient (though he favours his right when he's doing calligraphy so he wont accidentally smudge the ink).

He tends to hyperfocus on things (especially work-related things) and will often forget to look after himself entirely, only realising that he has been sitting hunched over his desk for hours on end when Thoma tells him.

Speaking of, I really love the idea of Thoma and Ayato having a QPP-type relationship, they're really casual behind closed doors and just act like best friends when others aren't watching.

Ayato is really good with kids, though he isn't particularly fond of them (as in he won't go out of his way to interact with them). He got a lot of experience growing up with Ayaka and always knows how to deescalate situations or play along with silly little games and the like.

He shares a study with Ayaka, so they can keep each other company! They have two big desks in one room, though Ayaka tends to be out and about more often than not.

He gets really irritated if anyone moves anything on his desk - he's always able to tell right away, even if everything has been put back in its rightful place. His desk is often a horrifically chaotic mess, but he has a system in place and archons help the poor new hire who tries to neaten it up a little.

Terrified of insects. Gets super grossed out and may actually shriek if he comes face-to-face with a creepy crawly unexpectedly. Thoma is also afraid of them, leaving Ayaka or another housekeeper to have to scoop them up to take outside.

Had a bit of a rebellious phase growing up, though after his parents passed he matured quickly, though sometimes his defiant streak may shine through, especially when dealing with uppity nobles.

Can and will bitch and moan endlessly about all the stuck up idiots he has to deal with on a day-to-day basis. Ayaka and Thoma often get an earful of this - sometimes his gripes become super petty and specific (for instance, he hates the way that the Guuji Yae smacks her lips when she eats).

Speaking of bad noises, he totally has misophonia - he's extraordinarily good at masking his negative responses to things (especially around others) but certain noises just trigger the rage response - Thoma and Ayaka have learned to keep an eye out for that slight twitch in his eye and the tense way he holds himself when he's close to snapping - not that he'd ever do anything outright rude or bad, but he may try something a little underhanded or not ideal for the current situation just to get out of it.

Ayato is a bit of a pessimist too, he calls it 'realism' and cites the fact that it's good that he's always "either correct or pleasantly surprised" as an excuse to continue being vaguely negative about things.

He twirls his hair a lot - I like to imagine his hair as being longer than in canon (more like how people theorised it when he was first revealed) and so often he'll just absently fidget with it.

He's awful when it comes to music. He cant carry a tune or hold a rhythm to save his life. If he's heard a song enough, he may be able to sing it presentably well, but ... not amazingly.

He likes to play silly little practical jokes on people when he gets the opportunity. I'm imagining this scene from mlp when it's in a situation where he needs to be polite and well put together, but there's definitely been times when he's had a bit of extra time on his hands and pulled together a pretty crazy and elaborate scheme (such as making poor Thoma think the entire household had been replaced by yokai after he'd been out to purchase some things)

Oh also !! I like to think that Ayato and Kokomi would get along pretty well and have a lot to talk about. I think Ayaka would also get along really well with her, but there's just an unspoken bond between Ayato and Kokomi as heirs to large important families who were burdened with their duties at too young of an age. They often correspond through letters and the like.

His expensive taste is not optional. He will literally break out in a rash if he has to use cheap soap or crappy sheets.

Does NOT know how to deal with animals at all. Has been chased around by the estate's chickens multiple times (mostly because Thoma babies them too much and they think every person is a friend)

Ayato's sense of personal space is really ... weird, too. With people he doesn't know well or doesn't care for, he stands several paces away (probably a little more than what's considered socially acceptable), but for his close friends and family, he's practically shoulder-to-shoulder with them.

Is super prone to misplacing or losing his things - others (read: thoma) usually have to keep track of important things for him or else they'll just disappear forever in his eight billion pockets.

Wears lots and lots of layers because he likes the comfort that the extra weight and pressure brings.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagiarise my writing! I do not consent for my works to be translated and posted elsewhere, or used to teach bots!

#asks #i also very much agree with ayato having lots of moles n beauty spots !!!!#hes so <3 #ayato #ayato headcanons #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato headcanons #ayato genshin #genshin ayato #tysm for the ask i love talking about yato. hes so silly #my writing #general howls

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wulvert · 1 year

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YEA THE "THINK ABOUT THIS ONE HIGHLY SPECIFIC FACT WITH MY BLORBO" DISEASE IS SO REAL,,,i have an oc who's my main guy hopping around in my brain and i go "yea she cant play the imposter (ඞ) in among us because lying to and killing her friends make her sad even though its a silly online game. she plays an absolutely Killer crewmate detective game though" (MEDIEVAL AGE CHARACTER BTW.) meanwhile any side character ocs i have even if theyre like. semi-important my brain can only come up with. "um. possibly Human idk. could Be"

also omg,,,scarlet and avery,,,KISSING?! 🏳️‍🌈😳WHAT!!! i cant believe there s vampire lesbins in,,,pap er teeth,,,the Lesbian Vampires comic,,,ur gona tell me theres vampires next,,,(very /lh /j etc btw pls do NOT read this as condescending!!!). also yeah one of my favorite parts of making fan content is just. deciding random ass things for the characters and world,,,my brain goes "Whats your source for this Information" and the source is i Made it the Fuck up!!

this ask got very long,,,it will get longer sorry. it is time for the Questioning™️ (same things as always apply!!)

how do paperteeth werewolves work? can they transform at will, or can they only do it under a full moon?

do they still have their weakness to silver? more weaknesses? supernatural abilities?

do vampire hunters not mind werewolves since theyre. u know. not Vampires or do they also not like werewolves?

follow up 2 that,,,do any of the vampire hunter group including her dad know trisha's a werewolf or is she just. chillin'. completely anonymous.

also i just realized. i have NO idea where paperteeth takes place. for some reason ive always just thought it was somewhere in europe. IS paperteeth's setting european??? i have no idea why i was so solid in my belief that theyre in europe up 2 this point,,,

WEREWOELVS!

ok so yeah these werewolves r more the ugh terrible curse that ruins ur life flavour, they cant transform at will, no benefits in human form like cool retractable claws or anything. they transform on the full moon & whenever they get extremely angry or scared, & its the gross horrifying painful kind like you get a new set of teeth every month kinda thing. they can avoid turning if they stay out of the moonlight BUT they feel extremely obligated to go look at it, and will get violent if kept from it, so its safer for the person to just turn than to throw themself at a basements brick wall relentlessly, all night- so you cant actually avoid it unless you wanna break all your arms every month, i mean the arms break either way but they heal when they turn back if theyre broken by turning. will eat anyone and anything except vegetables while a wolfh

weakness 2 silver in both forms, similar to a vampire. other injuries heal quickly but if u like killed it hard enough with a non silver weapon itd probably still die? it depends. like if u put a werewolf into a stainless steel blender, and the blender didnt break... itd probably stay dead, whereas if u put a vampire in a blender, i mean its hard to say, what counts as decapitation... if putting a vampire in a blender doesnt count as decapitation the vampire survives just fine. im trying to say werewolves are technically weaker than vampires, but theyre probably in a practical setting harder to kill, bc u cant just stake it and theyre huge. avery wouldnt know where to start with a werewolf.

depends on the vampire hunter! its not in the job description, but the kind of person who decides to become a vampire hunter is probably more likely to have a problem with werewolves. avery doesnt care about werewolves at all & wouldnt go out of her way to find and kill one, she's a little bit scared of them bc they spread their curse much easier than vampires (one bite is all it takes 2 pass it on) & she would find being a werewolf SO embarrassing.

(but she doesnt have to worry about that anymore bc i dont think vampires can become werewolves, i think werewolves can become vampires though. 4 a vampire the bite would heal immediately and i think vampires are a little bit too much of their own creature for werewolfness or whatever to recognise them as a suitable curse haver)

nobody except fish's family knows shes a werewolf!

&yeah! paperteeth takes place in scotland :)

#asks

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d4iryqueen · 8 months

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update: my mom did in fact intervene in a way. she pointed out how skinny i got over 2 weeks (they were v stressful for my whole family, especially me n my mom and she knows abt my ed so she figured it out quickly). what happened is that i have noticed my bones sticking out more and abs showing (for the 1st time in my life!), but my weight stayed the same thoughout, so i thought im just unsure of what i actually look like and/or am imagining it because i wish i looked like that. but because she keeps on talking about how i look really thin and …unattractive (she fr still thinks eds develop bc people want to be skinny bc skinny=pretty????)…. i actually accepted that i really am that thin. that my ribs are actually showing. that my hip bones do in fact protrude from my pants. and i love it. however, as much as i adore this, it made me feel “safe” in my eating? idk… i had shitty ass sleep bc i felt quite sick after yesterdays dinner, i slept only for 4 hrs max which is v little for me. so i was extremely tired today, took a caffeine pill and drank an energy drink on an empty stomach in the morning and went to school. i kinda overdosed on the caffeine, yeah :/. but i ended up having a v successful day, i did more than i thought i’d be able to with how tired i was/am. soooo… i allowed myself to eat basically anything i want until im not hungry anymore. i didnt have a plan today bc i simply focused on not being extra tweaked out or passing out in school and was nauseous so i literally didnt think about food at all in that way.

to make this long story short : i ate 2085 calories worth of food that i didnt plan and im glad that i didnt binge, but also im shocked by how easily my behavior got influenced by someone i truly love and care about.

its not a bad thing and in the end, i cant be *always* in a deficit realistically, plus if im in a plateau maybe it’ll help? even if i would gain (which i truly dont think i will) then id still be skinny af. and … it feels quite good tbh. im proud of myself for getting here and actually recognising it (nothing hurts more than seeing pics of you at lw and remembering you used to believe you were too large), but im also not proud of myself for letting go today. extremely proud of myself for not even thinking about binging tho. like i just ate like a normal person for 1 meal (dinner, as lunch was high cal safe food combos, which still contained much more things and cals than what id allow myself on a normal day). im having mixed feelings. but im also content. tomorrow? who knows what approach ill take towards my diet. and idk how ill feel about today when tomorrow comes, either. but for now, i just want to sleep. im gonna maybe reblog a bit, but ultimately im gonna take a sleeping pill to finally slee through the whole night and r e s t my body cos i need it.

#mine #ed not ed sheeran #text

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calebwittebane · 2 years

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also like. dont get me wrong im SO glad i cut my abusers out of my loife, that was one of the best decisions ive ever made and my only regret was not doing it sooner - and its actually kind of awesome how it did not in fact ruin my relationship with my other family members, and actually i plan to visit my grandma whom i havent seen in ages and who i was sure was gonna be like upset with me about the whole thing but totally isnt and in fact seems to be rly supportive of it. but like. ive been fucking STRUGGLING. i dont know why. could be college related stress and like having to think a lot about my Tragic Past (mind you its Tragic enough that there are times where talking about it or thinking too hard about it makes me for real physically ill and exhausted for an entire day or even several), but the amount of stress dreams ive been having is insane and ive been going days and WEEKS without being able to even like speak to anyone or answer messages on here (which i feel super bad about) or do extremely basic things.

like i was expecting to immediately feel so energized and relieved, and sure i did at first, and the relief and sense of freedom is palpable and id never go back, but girl i am so far from being Energized. plus like a good 60% of my nightmares these days involve having them back in my life, its something i am SO afraid of, and i still cant shake the feeling that one day im gonna have to talk to them again and like Repent from abandoning them. which i obviously am not gonna. but its just. ive been SO bad at handling stress lately. i get so exhausted so quickly, like to the point of completely shutting down. anything stressful comes up, i just cannot handle it. i feel so WEAK. its like my mind and body have said Enough like Thats It Were Not Doing This Shit Anymore. and i guess thats fair, i mean when i saw a cardiologist in may he was basically like Girl Relax Or You Might Pass Away. but like. man i just slept for 20 hours! thats not okay

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notahorseindisguise · 2 years

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HELLO????? /SO POS

god i loved that btw. i owe you my life

(this ask is about my creepy eldritch horror story)

fun fact, that really was not a work of fiction. like, if it were i would happily admit it and take credit for being that creative *consciously*, but nope that was all my subconscious in my dreams when i was a child.

i had some really weird dreams when i was a kid, some of the scarier ones are just so impossible to put into words, to describe. i cant even picture them now.

one of them, i remember, was a huge maze. a maze of an impossible, cosmic scale. there was no sky. i dont mean it was covered, or that it was black, or white, or grey, or anything, i mean literally nothing was up. i didnt look up much. it hurt my eyes.

like most dreams, these ones didnt really have a beginning, or an end. i would just fall asleep, then open my eyes, and i was trapped. the sheer size making me feel insignificant.

i would go throw this huge maze. for whatever reason, the maze felt like it should've been really short. like, yeah, its big, but surely i can just walk through it in like. a couple hours at most, right?

i had no sense of time in there, but i know i spent years in the maze. time moved differently in that dream. obviously i would wake up and only a couple hours passed, but i know i spent years in there. at least 3 or 4 years every night, going down the wrong paths, backtracking, getting lost... i never got hungry, never got sick, never got tired; just got more and more insignificant, dwarfed by those huge walls.

most nights i was all alone. a couple times i found someone else, but then they would vanish. it happened in different ways each time. one time i found someone, i sat with her, and talked to her for a bit, before... i dont know how to explain it. but i stood up, turned around, and walked away. every part of my body screamed to go back, but i couldnt turn around, despite how lucid these dreams normally were.

id been alone in there for years it felt, and i had finally found someone else, and i just walked around 20 paces away. and then there was a noise, like something cutting through wind, and then i had control over myself again. turning around, the person was gone, and no trace of her ever existing was left. they all disappeared in different ways - one time i blinked and they were gone, one time i was walking up before i sort of, for want of a better word, "glitched" backwards a couple metres, and they were gone - but each time three things were the same.

there was this loss of control, where i couldnt move for myself

there was a rush of wind, not one i felt, but one i heard, like a thrown frisbee or something, that went as quickly as it came

i never saw what happened to them.

i aged in these dreams. it was the imagination of a child, so i dont think i aged like a normal person would age, but each painfully long night i would age a couple of years, getting older, stronger, more adjusted to the maze.

this dream, i dont know if im doing it justice, because it is so difficult to remember. i just remember the feeling of insignificance in the face of the huge maze.

im gonna try to stop explaining the scenery of the dream, and finish up this story with how the recurring dream finished up for me.

i was old. i don't know how old, but i know moving was a torture in and of itself. and this night, everything was different. i kept going, i kept pushing through the maze. i rounded a corner, and saw freedom. i saw my freedom. i started to run as fast as i could towards it, keeping close to the wall for support. lucky i did that because i did fall. and there i sat. directly opposite what i knew was the end of the maze. i sat there, staring at the exit, staring at my freedom, and i thought... thats fine. next time i have this dream ill finally see whats out there.

i never did though.

that night, someone found me. i dont know his name, i dont know anything about him. but he came up and he was standing right in front of me. i tried to tell him to turn around, but my throat closed up. i couldnt move. i couldnt point. and he just stood there until i realised he was talking. i heard him ask if i was ok, and all i could say was "y-yes."

this poor boy, he didnt know how close he was to his freedom. but i did. but i also saw the walls extending, growing, laughing at us as the exit disappeared, and then i realised there is no way i could ever leave this maze.

as the walls grew further, i felt whatever was stopping my talking let go, and i heard my own raspy voice say "turn around". he looked at me, puzzled, before he did so. only then did i realize my mistake.

he turned around. he started walking away. i felt more terror in that moment then i had felt in my entire life, but i couldnt scream. at least id finally find out what happened to the people i met.

the sky, the sky which wasnt a sky, the endless void above us which just by looking into i could tell was nothing and could never be something, the overseer of this unending maze... with a hand that did not exist, it reached down, and with a mouth that was not a mouth, it swallowed me. it did not reach down and it did not swallow me, but perhaps those are the closest approximations for whatever it did to me.

as i was lifted into the endless abyss, i saw it grinning, and swiveling my head, i saw the maze reflecting that same grin.

i dont know what happened to me up there.

i woke up, and i never had that dream again.

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i dont think this one is as scary as the other one when written down, but just the feeling of the mazes hugeness and my smallness... that was enough to heavily terrify me as a child, in a way i cant put into words.

thanks for reading!

#corntent #i have one more horror nightmare #but its not as scary?#and writing down things in a way which is both accurate to an ever shifting and twisting and inhuman dreamscape #and also enjoyable and fun to read #is very difficult #so maybe in a couple months time ill try to do my last one #cosmic horror #horror #nightmare #eldritch horror #if this were a magnus archives entity it would be the vast i think #that is all!

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A Leap Of Faith // Five Hargreeves X Reader (Pt.3)

Some info: Just an inspo from Demon Slayer (totally irrelevant), “Below the Surface” FNAF(also irrelevant) and of course “The Umbrella Academy” show and comics. Reader and Five are 20 for the sake of being mature content (no smut but violence, alcohol and such). I kinda follow the real plot but also not???? There may be multiple endings so be warned. I’m not new to fanfiction but its been a few years so excuse any mistake or not well written parts. Also, English is not my first language so bear with me for any grammar mistakes. Please enjoy the story!! <3

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TRIGGERS: Below story has some harsh language and plot. Read on your own account

/Part 1/

/Part 2/

5 days until the end

2 days had already passed by so quickly. They had wasted 2 days looking for the owner of that fake eyeball and saving Delores. Y/n was a bit annoyed by it. Annoyed yes, totally not jealous like Klaus said. Why would she be jealous? Because Five was so caring to that doll? The way his eyes sparkled when he looked at her? How he held her? How he spoke to her and about her? There was no way Y/N was jealous. What annoyed her was Fives behavior. Since they got back to their younger bodies he totally ignored her.

“Five you need to eat-“ “I can’t right now. I’m working cant you see?”

“Five, Vanya behaves weird maybe we shou-“ “Not now Y/n…Delores and I are trying to save the world. Not play around with Vanya”

“Five…hey em…Cha-Cha and Hazel killed Diego’s cop friend. We sh-“ “FOR GOD’S SAKE Y/N. Leave me alone! I don’t need you anymore okay? You did your part. Now screw off”

That hit her hard. She knew him. Working 20 plus years with him she knew he was short tempered and a workaholic but this was pushing it. “Fine, if you don’t need me, I’ll handle it on my own.” She only said that but for him it meant nothing. He didn’t even spare her a glance or a thought. He didn’t really believe her. He believed she would be back rubbing his back and offering him a cup of coffee. The next morning came and he didn’t see her or hear anything from her but he didn’t pay too much mind into it. “I guess she’ll finally let me work in peace.”

Meanwhile y/n was looking around with Diego and following the two assassins. Driving an ice cream track was never a good idea but Klaus, who tagged along for some drug money, didn’t really get his hands on anything else. What they didn’t expect is to pass by Five and Luther and the Commissions assassins. Y/N stopped the car and immediately ran to their side. “Y/n where have you been?” Five asked her and grabbed her wrist. She just pulled away not even sparing a glance at him.

An eye for an eye.

Five sighed and looked at Cha-cha as she shot towards Luther but before he could move or do anything everything stopped. He knew what this was or….who it was. He immediately turned to y/n whose face became like a ghost’s. He pulled her behind him when the Handler walked to them. “I’m pretty impressed by your little trick. This body switching really threw the commission off your tracks. You two certainly make great assassins.” She said and clapped her hands. “Too bad it has to end” Five said and took out his gun pointing it straight to her head. “Oh fivey, you never learn. I’m not here to fight you. I’m here to make a deal with you.” She looked at y/n and smirked.” Both of you….I offer you a chance. Work for us again. Not assassins but as management. Great pension, good money and a life of peacefulness and no more killing.” Five squinted his eyes looking at her. “What’s in it for you? Why are you willing to strike a deal with us?” he asked and held y/n close. Her breathing was uneven as she looked at the Handler. Yes, she was like her mother figure but that didn’t erase what she put her through. “My two exceptionally good assassins are out of work. Of course, that makes me worry.” She said and lit up her smoke. “So? Do we have a deal?” she asked and looked at the two of them.

Right at that moment Five turned and looked at y/n. He gave her a small smile. “You have to promise me to things. You’ll do everything you can so that my family survives the apocalypse…and y/n will stay here with them-“ “Five no!” y/n automatically said but the Handler bit her to it “Deal!” she said and shook fives hand immediately disappearing. Time starting moving again and y/n fell to her knees. “You little fucker….” She said and clenched her fist. “I’ll show you what I can do” She said and stood up. She looked around at Cha-Cha and Hazel. “Your fucking suitcase is in your motel room. Go get it. Boys lets go” She looked at Five’s brothers and nodded her head. She helped Diego up since he had hurt his arm and walked to the car.

3 days before the end

A couple days had passed since Five left them in the soon to be destroyed world in order to work for the commission. Y/N as confused. They had gone through so much together and in only a few days he had declared she was useless to him now and he had left her off to die in the apocalypse. The siblings were downstairs trying to find a way to save the world. Luther obsessed with his father and his moon research. Allison debating whether to leave Luther lone or go see her daughter before the end. Klaus close to a relapse and Diego dedicated to lead and try to save the world. A whole mess she didn’t want anything to do with. Y/N left them talk and headed to five’s room. Maybe there she would be able to find an answer. Any answer would do. She didn’t doubt his brain. She knew she wasn’t smart or a great leader or anything worth fighting for but she had to at least try and not disappoint him again. Searching through his walls her brain started to became lost. She was close to giving up. She was debating doing so. “In the end…I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help five” she thought to herself and sat down at the bed. It was dark in the room as five never liked the daylight. She brought her knees to her chest and closed her eyes. Before she could realize, she drifted to an old place she didn’t want to remember.

“Come on y/n. Don’t disappoint me or you will end up in the chamber again.” The Handler said at the microphone as she looked at y/n through the glass. This was a typical daily training for y/n. Herself locked in a room with a small rabbit. “B-But mother I don’t like killing.” She said as she cried and rubbed her eyes. Her 6 year old self couldn’t handle killing a sweet looking bunny. “I wont repeat myself y/n. Get inside that bunny’s head and kill it!” She said and y/n let out a whimper. She felt herself doze off. Next thing she saw was the poor bunny smashed against the wall. She fell to her knees crying when the Handler walked inside and rubbed her back. “Good job my daughter. I know its hard but you will get better at it.” She said as she looked at the little girl. “M-Mom my heart hurts…I’m in pain” y/n managed to say between her sobs. The handler just smiled. “It’s from the shock my dear. It’ll get better.” One small detail? It didn’t…

As Y/N was growing up so did the animals. The rabbit became a cat, the cat a dog and so on. Until Y/N was 16, that’s when The Handler presented the first human victim to her. Y/N was exhausted. Black circles under her eyes, bony like structure, nightmares every night. “Miss I can’t.” She had stopped calling her mom a long time ago. She had figured that a mother figure or someone who loved you wouldn’t never do this to you. “Y/N! We talked about this. You are ready. Now I don’t think you like the chamber that much do you?” The handler said through the microphone once again. “The chamber….” y/n whispered and swallowed hard. The dark small chamber which scared her for life. She took a deep breath too calm her trembling body. The cries and begs of the man opposite of her annoying her to the point she couldn’t focus. “He needs to shut up” she whispered and closed her eyes dozing off. Her mind wandered away. To a place where her and her sister Lila were innocent. A place where they fell in love, played, danced and had fun. A smile came to her face despite what was actually happening in the room. The man’s face got the exact same smile as her only for him to be crying and begging to be spared. Slowly his hands reached for the knife next to him and he forcefully opened his mouth cutting off his tongue. Y/N’s face turned into a painful one as The Handler looked at the result satisfied. Next thing she knew the man broke his neck falling down before y/n snapped out of it. She put her hand on her chest in pain breathing heavily. “We need to work on your control my little y/n. You need to be aware of what you do to them. I know every death is like a suicide to you but you have to snap out of it and realize you are not the one dying” The Handler said as she unlocked the door. “You are free to rest. Gloria will bring you some food later.” Y/N weakly stood up looking anywhere but the man in front of her.

This had become her new everyday routine. Humans was the main goal of the Handler and she managed to create or should we say cultivate y/n into a controlled killer. The Handler thought she was successful on creating a legacy, two strong killers…until they found five. That’s when she saw y/n slowly drifting away and falling. A leap of faith that no one in the commission should do.

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