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SNEAK AWAY (part two)
read part one here
ð©ðð¢ð«ð¢ð§ð : nate x sls!reader
ð¬ð®ðŠðŠðð«ð²: you and nate are still going strong, but a lot of fans notice a few things in the new videoâŠ
ð°ðð«ð§ð¢ð§ð ð¬: FLUFF, swearing
ð°ðšð«ð ððšð®ð§ð: 539
ðð®ðð¡ðšð«'ð¬ ð§ðšðð: short and sweet!
chris fic tomorrowð (or tonight it depends when i start writing it)
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y/nsturniolo hawaii dump with my favorite people everððºâïžðïžð©·
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nicolassturniolo yup yup yup
user youâre so pretty
â³ y/nsturniolo i love youð¥¹
â³ user HOLY SHIT HI QUEEN
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â³ matthew.sturniolo what the hell
â³ user YIKES LMAOOO
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â³ y/nsturniolo idk :/
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â³ user THIS
â³ christophersturniolo no lol
âboys, please leave your sister alone.â you hear your mother scold from outside of the bedroom door.
you guys got back from hawaii two days ago, but the triplets are staying in boston for an extra week before going back to LA.
âdo not barge in thereââ she scolds again, but itâs too late when the door swings open.
the three of them stand there panting, while marylou looks at them with her hands on her hips. it doesnât end there; trevor comes running in and jumps on your bed.
his tail wags as he climbs onto your lap, leaving kisses on your face.
nick turns to her. âsheâll survive, mom.â
she sighs, walking out of your vision. your brothers stare at you like youâre in trouble. âwe need to talk.â chris says, crossing his arms.
oh boy.
âabout?â
they side eye each other. âyou and nate.â matt says.
oh boy.
you clear your throat, trying not to barf everywhere. âw-what do you mean?â
âhave you not seen the clips or comments?â chris asks, them now walking over to your bed and sitting. at this point, trevor has fallen asleep on your legs.
âno,â you answer, playing with the dogâs ears.
âgirl.â nick tuts, pulling out his phone and tapping buttons before turning it to you. âlook at this.â
you take his phone, scrolling through the comments on a tiktok.
thank GOD iâm not the only one who thought this
they HAVE to be hiding something they seem a little too close in this videoð
damn yâall detectives or somethingð
imagine this is how nick, matt, and chris find out LMAOOOO
i always shipped them they seem so cute together :(
you stop scrolling the comments and watch the video. itâs a compilation of you and nate in the background.
one of the clips is when you guys were in the restaurant, and your chin rests on nateâs shoulder as the both of you look over something on his phone.
another clip is when you guys are walking, you and nate in the back of the group with his hand brushing against yours.
a few others show the way you two look at each other, eyes full of love and lust.
maybe you guys werenât being as slick as you thought.
you hand nickâs phone back, nuzzling more into your blanket. âwhy didnât you tell us?!â chris exclaims.
you shrug. ââcause youâll kill him.â
they roll their eyes. âwe wonât kill him. weâll threaten him.â nick clarifies.
as if thatâs any better.
walking hand in hand, you and nate make way through the local park that's bare at this hour of the night. âso youâre telling me i should look out for threats?â
âyeah.â you smile, looking up at him before he gives you a sneak-attack kiss.
he sighs. âiâm kind of glad we donât need to sneak away anymore. it got so depressing.â
you laugh, followed by an exhale. words cannot explain how much you love this kid. even though it was a hard launch to the public, youâre happy that you can show him off now. to make sure people know heâs yours and youâre his.
hopefully, no threats or killings take place by your overprotective siblings.
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Thanks for clearing up my question :D I will now refer to you as my favorite *Raph* artist! Yay!
Lmao nan I donât mind titles call me what you like basically noï¿Œ pressure ðâŒïžððððððððð
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Yeah I know it's literally been a month since I posted that gay ass birthday comic but I'm finally coming out, officially announcing it!!
I'm in love with them!!!!
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Now that it's perfect please DO NOT touch this by any circumstances or ELSE/j
#they are my new reason to live#saiouma#kokichi ouma#shuichi saihara#danganronpa shuichi#danganronpa kokichi#danganronpa v3#ndrv3 kin#my art#au#im not sure what this au is called officially in tags#but its the phantom thief dream thing that kokichi has during the love suit event
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"Can't sleep?" König x Gender-neutral Reader
Word count: 3704
Having flashbacks about the battlefield and unable to fall asleep after an exceptionally draining mission, you go seek the comfort of your Colonel in the middle of the night.
*Slow burn
*ANGST!!ð... dw it gets wholesome at the end i promise â€ïž
*Thanj you to Azzy!! (My No.1 Fan...ð¥¹ð«ð) for this request !!!ððŒââïžð«ððâšLove u tooð«¶ð,, I kind of ð¥ºslightly𥺠maube a littke bitð¥ºð¥ºð¥ºwent off prompt and König isnt affected by the mission per se BUT i have fulfilled the CUDDLING part!!! âºïžâºïžpls dont show up to my fhome with pitchforks and torches im sry it just sorta happened okð±
Also i rhink i have dementia bc I thought someone else rqsted König comfortinf rreader in a storm???ð°ð°Turns out nobody did so maybe i hallucinated it or smtj idkð€·ðŒââïžAnyways I thought to merge these two ideas together so lmk what u think abt this lil (by "lil" i mean WAY too longð€ª) drabbleðð
*Reader is pining for König
*Events loosely take place in the KönigxKing (as in, reader's call-sign is "King" storyline) mini-series. This serves as a slight backstory for King (reader). Again, this is by no means in any chronological order in relation to the series, so this can also be read as stand-alone! :)
*THANK YOU FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS!!!!!! ð¥³ððâšððI SWEAR ONE IT LITERALLT FEELS LIKE MID-AUGUST WHEN I HAD LIKE 7 WHERE DID U ALL COME FEOM??????ð°ð°ð IT MEANS SO MUCH FOR ME LIKE I CANR STRESS THIS ENOIGH BC IM SO HAPPG U GUYS THINK MEWORTHY ENOIGH OF YOUR PRECIOUS FOLLOW AND WANT TO READ MY WACK WORKS!!!!!!ð€§ð€§ðð LIKE??????? ð¥¹ð¥¹ð¥¹ð¥¹ð¥¹THANK U THABK YOU RHABK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ð«¶ð¥°ð¥°ðððâ€ïžððððððð
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You couldn't sleep.
It was raining relentlessly outside, the pitter-patter of water droplets hitting your window. Storm clouds boomed loudly outside, and despite the blinds being pulled tightly shut, lightning occasionally flashed through the cracks, elongated shadows of buildings forming on the walls.
Counting down the seconds until you'd hear the rumbling thunder, it would only be a few kilometres away, and you'd shudder at the sound, shivering.
While tossing and turning in bed, you had kicked off your covers and were staring at the ceiling, still wide awake. Normally, a storm like this would be like a lullaby to your ears, yet now it did nothing in helping lull you to sleep.
Even if you wanted to sleep, how could you when those corpses haunted your nightmares?
Laying in bed, your mind replayed the same scenes like a movie reel, the same screams like a broken record:
Lifeless, unblinking eyes with mouths agape and an expression of fear permanently engraved on their pale faces; flies swarming in hordes to harvest the soft tissues of the irises and tongue, eating the human mush; limbs contorted in unnatural positions, arms and legs crushed by the force of detonated mines, bones broken under the weight.
Rumbling roaring of machine guns and the deafening explosions from hand grenades meant that the high-pitched ringing would drown out everybody's yelling, muffle all noise from your surroundings, and you'd only be pulled out of your daze when you'd find yourself stumbling on unstable ground, on bricks and cheap concrete that had all crumbled.
Bodies would drop so fast it'd take at least seconds for you to register whether it had been an enemy or an ally.
You'd pull the trigger, but seeing a bullet go through someone's forehead and the exaggerated shock stamped on their face â a permanent expression in their final seconds remaining forever in death â left you wondering why you would ever sign up willingly to do this.
Disorientated, you'd struggle to pull yourself together, would enter far too many close calls for a soldier to count, and would only get a grip once you saw a familiar face, a reminder that you weren't alone in the warzone.
Even now, the sonorous sound kept echoing in your head, and, if you listened closely, it resembled hundreds of hoarse shouts, so many people screaming at once in collective agony.
You flinched as a bolt of lightning suddenly struck the sky.
Sparing an absentminded glance at your digital alarm clock, your eyes widened slightly at the time: 1:56am.
Damn... you thought. ...it's that late already?
Drills would begin at 7 o'clock, and you had to have woken up at 6 to brush your teeth, get dressed, eat, and mentally prepare yourself for the day, so you kissed a good night's sleep goodbye, and accepted the telling off from your superiors the following morning for under-performing.
...Still, how could you sleep after what you had experienced? What you experienced and would continue experiencing?
Accepting high-pressure missions and a demanding workload once you had enlisted, you thought that your ability to keep calm under pressure and stay composed would mean that you would have been unaffected by the shooting by now, and be taking everything in your stride. Calm, composed, and unaffected, is what you had thought you'd be. Surely you'd be able capable enough to cope with it all?
Yet, you weren't any of those things. Never getting used to the stress that would persist even while on supposedly "low-intensity" extractions. You'd always be on edge, always recoiling at hands that would reach over to tap your back as encouragement or hold your shoulder in reassurance on base.
You believed you could never familiarise yourself with the panic and unpredictability of missions and being hyper-aware of something, anything, everything going wrong, with the adrenaline that would course through your body and take over your senses in times of fight or flight, with the nerves that would keep you on edge hours after landing safely on base.
But, most of all, with the nights you'd lay in bed, unable to fall asleep: nights like these, when every time you closed your eyes, you saw the eyes of dying comrades; when every time you walked along the corridors, imagined yourself diving across the floor and felt shattered shrapnel breaking under your feet; when every time you sat in an empty room, heard ear-piercing blasts and the ricochet of discarded shells just missing your head.
Whereas the other operators seemed to be completed unmoved by any of their deployments and would shrug their shoulders off of the events, the anxiety for you lingered, trauma deep within your soul consuming you whole.
How could you ever get over the fact that you were shooting real people? Losing real soldiers?
...Losing yourself along the way?
All this work took a toll on your psyche, but comparing yourself to the other soldiers made you feel like such a coward, and second-guess ever enlisting in the first place.
...Well, you did so because it had been your only option all things considered, but looking back on it, you thought that maybe it would have been better if you hadn't chosen anything at all.
Accepted the grave nature of your failures in life, the same life that would have had inevitably ended with you pre-maturely in a grave.
After all, you had no job prospects to look forward to, no dreams to strive for, no aspirations to achieve.
Failing your school exams time and time again until you had finally achieved a result that was good enough didn't earn you any security, as you weren't exactly employable with grades you had just barely managed to claw to even pass.
Really, it was hopeless. You were hopeless.
To say your family was disappointed in you would have been an understatement. Out of three children, you were labelled the disappointment child, the underachiever and failure.
Your two siblings worked as a lawyer and an engineer respectively, while you had never even been able to grasp the basics in education, never spoke with your teachers of anything other than the worrying results of your exams, never came home to share a thing with your parents you had accomplished with a smile of pride stretched on your young face like your siblings did.
Never. Because you weren't ever good enough.
At the dinner table, your siblings boasted of promotions and of revolutionary research, of trials and of successes, of their brilliant breakthroughs, as you sat on the side of the table, listening from the sidelines, excluded from all of the grandeur that you couldn't relate to.
Still, it was always better to keep your mouth shut than to make a dent in the conversation, further embarass yourself and prove how lowly you were, than to have so many pairs of pitying eyes talking down on you in patronising tones, of the subtle condolences from your parents and their regret with triumphant smirks and condescending attitude from your siblings.
In a last ditch effort to make your parents proud, you made the decision of joining the military. You were young and impressionable, under the impression that your parents would finally be impressed.
...Of course, they weren't. In fact, your decision made them even more disappointed, shaking their heads sympathetically with strained smiles stretched on their lips.
Maybe that was the reason you couldn't handle the pressure of the military, you thought. You were weak, incompetent. Pathetic.
Although no one told you explicitly or made you feel that way directly, somehow, you always had felt inferior. Somehow, you felt that no matter what you did, how much you did, how well you thought you did, you wouldn't ever come close to the others's level.
That, despite your effort and dedication, you would never be good enough. Would always be inferior no matter what, because you always had been and would always be so.
...Your Colonel never made you feel that way, though, and you never quite understood why.
After all, your interactions were few-far-and-inbetween. It made you wonder what made you feel this way, and what spark ignited the warmth you'd feel when he was around.
Although a man of few words, the words that he did say to you would matter, though. His praise, his acknowledgement, his always being there made you want to keep going and prove your worth to him.
It started off as sporadic encouragement:
Your skin glistening with sweat, an accented voice would say "Gute Arbeit," over your crumpled body on the gym mat.
Offering you a gloved hand, you grasped it gratefully, and he pulled your tired body with ease. "Good job, King."
A lopsided smile from you as you'd wipe the sweat from your forehead and brows after sparring with someone else, limp limbs barely keeping you standing. His eyes were betrayed no emotion under his veil, yet a thin-lipped grin was behind it.
"Thankâ youâ sir!" You'd manage to breathe out, still panting for breath. "I didâ my best, butâ I didn't win."
"That does not matter," he'd say, speaking in a tone you couldn't quite recognize. "Very good job. Keep it going. Soon, you'll be able to pin even me down."
You'd laugh weakly at his words, yet would immediately feel a surge of motivation to keep working hard, and would train up to the point of exhaustion behind closed doors. Thinking you'd be alone, you'd punch a dufflebag with grunts of effort, missing the tall silhouette observing you with crossed arms in the corner, satisfied.
Then, those became casual greetings;
"Guten Morgen, soldier. Nice day, ja?"
Turning around, you'd see your Colonel walking towards you, frame visible even from a distance.
You smile broadly, eyes crinkling up in genuine joy, before you caught yourself and coughed. "Y-yeah!"
"Always a nice day whenever you're around, sir," you'd tease, playfully winking at him as he approached you, yet you were yet to master it without blinking both eyes.
He'd chuckle heartily, flattered, then shook his head to hide how his face flushed under his veil, and held up a hand.
"Thank Gott I have you here. My day would have been ruined."
"Have a good day, sir!" You'd call after him brightly, and he'd turn around for a final time with a two-fingered salute. Strange, since he was your superior, not the other way around, but you shrugged this off as a friendly gesture.
Until it developed into a sort of mutual connection.
In your eyes, at least.
You didn't want to assume that you two were friends, as the man was way out of your league. Strong, muscular, and a disciplined soldier â a Colonel, no less â a man of influence.
Besides, he, conversing with the only-recently-recruit-turned-soldier that was the slowest to understand a joke, did not comprehend complicated terms, and was the least bright out of the entire faction was not something you wanted him to be associated as, didn't want to tarnish his reputation.
You reasoned that you didn't want to bring down the Colonel down to your low level, so you kept your relationship as just that; associates. Aquaintances. Nothing more, out of respect for your Colonel.
Little did you know, the Colonel had developed a soft spot for you.
It seemed as though the storm had gotten worse, as the rain was unrelenting, and the tapping on the glass increased with force. Booming thunderclouds made your room shake.
A sigh as you turned to your side again. 2:07am.
Your thoughts moved back to your Colonel, and you started missing him, longing for him. The warmth that radiated off him made you wish he'd take you in his arms, hold you close to his chest, and you suddenly felt so cold. So lonely and cold.
Maybe it was childish of you to be feeling this way â he was your superior, after all, and you had no reason to be so attached â yet your daily encounters made you gain feelings for the man. Made you feel things when he was around.
Somehow, he brought you security. Made you feel protected. Safe. Like you could always count on him for having your back.
Made you forget that you were so useless, and was the reason for the fuzzyness within your chest, the buzzing feeling you'd feel as you'd be grinning from ear to ear after speaking to him.
Made you feel like you weren't pathetic. Weren't a wasted wishing star. Instead, you were appreciated, seen, even.
You wanted to see him. You wanted to be with him.
...Would he want you, though?
No. Of course he wouldn't. You weren't good enough.
A deep sigh. 2:15, the digital alarm clock displayed.
...What if he actually did want you? Not even as a partner, but just to be around him? Breathe the same air as him? You thought you weren't worthy of his time, but maybe, just maybe he wouldn't see it as such a waste.
Another crash of lightning brought you to your senses.
Finally making up your mind, you huffed in exertion as you pushed yourself off your stiff mattress, not bothering to organize the mess of blankets on the floor.
Walking with certainty, before you realised it, you were at König's bedroom door. Standing behind the door, hand hesitatingly reaching for the handle, you bit your lip, confidence wavering.
Should you really go through with this right now? What if he was asleep at that moment and all you'd do is disrupt his slumber? It wouldn't be fair of you to disturb him so late in the night, especially when he had so many responsibilities.
Still, you inhaled deeply, and, as quietly as you could, knocked twice.
You almost jumped out of your skin at the familiar accented voice of your Colonel.
"Come in," he said hoarsely. His tone was almost warm, inviting, yet you shook your head at the idea, and pulled the handle.
Entering inside, you slowly closed the door behind you. When you turned around, König was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, seemingly deep in thought. Wearing a tank top and cargo pants, his head was hung low, his veil hanging loosely over his head.
The blinds were drawn open to reveal the sky dominated by darkness, the grey curtain of monochrome on the nearest buildings cast down by the clouds, the raindrops that remained on the windows and the rhythmic echoes against the pavement as they dropped in syncopation.
The sight, his presence, were both so... relaxing. In a way, your anxiety was relieved by the tranquility of the scene, and it made you forget the internal turnoil you had been going through for the past few hours, made the tension in your body fade.
"Ah, King," his arms dropped to his sides and he raised his head to meet your eyes in the dark. "I had a feeling that it would be you."
You fidgeted nervously, not knowing what to do.
"Bitte, schön," he said, patting the empty space beside him on the mattress. "Please, sit down. I insist."
Slowly lowering yourself to his side, you sat at a reasonable distance away from him. With the both of you sat down, the size difference was still very noticable. His height made him hunch over you, and one of his thighs was like the two of yours combined.
So nervous, you didn't even notice how his back slumped so you'd be both at a similar level.
He cleared his throat. "What brings you here so late in the night?"
An awkward tug of your t-shirt collar.
"Can't sleep," you stated simply.
"I see." He was quiet for a few moments. Then: "And you decided that my room was the place to go?"
Your face heated up, and you averted your gaze. "Well, sir, it's j-juâ"
"âNein," he cut you off, holding up a hand to stop you. "I have told you so many times not to call me that. Call me König."
"Butâ but you're my superior," you gasped, mouth agape. "You deserve to be addressed with respect! I couldn't possiblyâ"
The protest died on your lips again as the man shook his head, the loose material of his veil following his movements. "Nein. None of that matters. I want you to call me by my first name."
A heavy silence lingered over the two of you, words left unsaid by you both.
"So," König prompted, "what brings you here, King?"
Pausing to think over a pretence, the best you could come up with was: "The storm scared me."
"Ja?" Even with the fabric covering his face, you could almost see the skeptical smirk on his lips.
"A soldier like you afraid of loud clouds? Some rain?" He chuckled.
"Really, I'd have thought you better than that, King." If you didn't know him well enough, you'd have thought he was mocking you, yet despite the sarcasm his eyes held a genuine concern for you.
An bashful laugh escaped you as you rubbed your arm, nails slightly digging into your skin.
"Okay, tell me the truth, King," Leaning forward, his tone became serious. "I know for certain you aren't scared."
He searched for your eyes, yet you avoided his gaze.
"Something is troubling you. Is that it?" He cocked his head to the side, fabric falling loosely over his shoulder. "You can tell me, King. I am your superior, you know. You should tell me these things."
"Well... it's j-justâ"
You bit your lip, willing the tears to stay in your eyes.
Don't cry. Don't you dare cry.
König watched you, patiently waiting for you to continue.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, vulnerability showing in your eyes. "âThis recent mission, it wasâ it was really, really difficult. And I just..."
König shuffled towards you until your knees were almost touching, watching you intently. As your body trembled, a hand hovered in uncertainty by your shoulder.
Sniffling, you wiped the wetness on your face with your arm, voice breaking.
"I-I just think that I'm not strong. That I'm... weak. Notâ not good enough to be working with people that are so much better. So much strongerâ"
Your breath hitched in your throat, voice coming out in a broken sob. "âI-I meanâ I'm so pathetic. I shouldn't be so... weak. I should â I should be better. Wh-whyâ"
Tears flowed freely down your face. "âWhy can't I be better, König? Why am I soâ so useless?"
Without saying anything, König wrapped his strong arms around your body and pulled you against his chest, pulled you close so you could let it all out. For a few moments, he let you cry, ever-so-gently stroking the back of your head, fingers running through your hair. Weeping into his chest, his steady breathing soothed you.
Once you recovered enough from your emotions, you pulled away, downcast. Face red and blotchy with tears, eyes puffy and pink from crying, lips quivering and voice hoarse, you felt so pathetic. So, so pathetic.
"F-fuck, s-siâ Königâ" Trembling. "I'm so so sorry. I'm too emotional, please, I'm sorâ"
"Nein." His tone was soft, yet firm. Definitive. "You have nothing to apologise for, King."
Both hands cupped the sides of your face, tentatively tilting your face upwards. His expression was forlorn, and you felt tears brimming in your eyelids again.
"...You're not weak. You're not pathetic. You're not useless. I see you always trying so hard, King, always giving it your all..."
He paused for a few moments, deliberating over how best to put his thoughts into words. "...Maybe... maybe your best isn't the best out of anyone's bests, but it's the effort that counts." He rubbed the back of his neck, then let out a mono-syllabic laugh. "ScheiÃe, did that make sense? Sorryâ I'm not good with wordsâ"
You glanced away. "âHey," his hand reached to hold to side of your face. "Look at me, King."
"You're not weak, not pathetic, not useless," he repeated, voice wavering.
"You're none of those. You're better than you think you are. Your inner strength," a finger pointed at your chest, "your heart, it's so full of goodness. So full of so many good things that don't define you, but instead changed you for the better."
"Maybe... maybe you aren't the aren't the best, haven't been the best, or never will be the best, but it's not your fault. You try so hard, and the odds... the odds are stacked against you. And, sometimes... sometimes it's okay to not be the best. You don't have to be fearless, the strongest, perfect. You can just be... you."
His eyes were pleading in the dark. "Please don't doubt yourself. You're soâ so much better than you imagine."
A shaky breath. "So much stronger than you tell yourself. I can promise you, you are your own person. Other people's successes don't define you."
König turned around to glance at his alarm. 2:36.
When he turned back, your face had slowly regained the colour on your cheeks, eyes sparkled, chest rose and fall at a steady pace. You said nothing, yet König knew you listened to every one of his words.
"Looks like it's too late for you to fall asleep in your own room," he whispered, gently caressing your face. "Stay here with me, King."
Eyes immediately widening in surprise, you were about to protest. "B-butâ I couldn't possibly, Königâ"
That protest died on your lips as König's arms engulfed you again, and brought you down against his mattress so you were laying on his chest. Cocooned like a protective blanket over you, you didn't need him to say anything more. You felt so... safe. Loved.
The storm outside seemed to calm down, and lightning no longer crashed against the window. Rain faltered, and some clouds were separating in the darkness of the sky.
Before you knew it, your eyelids became heavy with drowsiness, feeling a wave of calm wash over you, cleansing away your sorrows.
Just before you fell asleep, you heard König say something in German, barely above a whisper, but you did not understand:
"Schlaf gut Schatz. Ich liebe dich."
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I don't know who needed to hear that, or if anyone even did, but I stand by the words I wrote. Although you are reading this, and are likely a stranger, and I'll never face you in real life, I want you to know that you *are* good enough. And if it takes a person on the internet using a fictional character to tell you so, then so be it. You are still valid. ð«
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Note: i rhink some of the ppl that read my previous fics will be able to tell that i went tryhard mode on this one ðð
Its mostly bc im back in school and were going over all the stupid fancy shmancy literative devices and figurstive language (god why cant u call it literallt anything else i swear why does it have ro be so unnecessarily overcomplicated just call it sentence structures or writing techniques istg.manð)so i unconsciously chanelled all of thise boring technicalities into this ð¬
With me writing as a hobby you'd think I'd have the highest grades in English? NoðI wish LMAO
I NOW HAVE 130+ FOLLOWERS!!! Which is unbelievable if u wsk me bc etf why wre eo mwnt people following me i don't deserve this qt ALL ðððððððððððð THANK YOU ALL ð¥¹ð¥¹ð¥¹ð«¶ð«¶ð«¶ðððððððððððð
I still remember when @puff0o0â began their self-aware au with König and Ghost qnd ive qlways veen cheerint for her from the sidelines âºïžâºïžcome to find out shes been mentioning ME in THEIR podts and writing on their blofs thwt my CoD blog is good and i.????ðððcant????????ððððð Literally -99999 damage and an ARROW ð¹ STRAIGHT thru the HEART ð𥹠I LOVE U B (platonically ofc dw)ðœðððâ€ïžððððððððð
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I got into the void using your challenge: live update
Day 1:
I said isnât it wonderful once every hour: everytime I felt doubt I reminded myself isnât it wonderful and the doubt went away. It kept me in very good mood and my desires did feel closer to me more than ever
Day 2:
Like the challenge said I started my day with Isn't it wonderful that I love and accept my godly ability to choose my reality, and I said that once and mediated on my limited beliefs to and tried to question why I should have them when I am god. I felt like a new person
I manifested so many things. Free coffeeâ, a cute man asking for my number, so many compliments from strangers which rarely happens, and not being late to class even though Iâm always late. I was already becoming my dream self I envision after the void
I have a good vision board I was using for my visuals. Everytime something reminded me of my 3D, I stared at it on my phone to remind myself of the life I am living so why am I concerned, and I repeated isnât it wonderful to remind myself of my wonderful life, it worked like a charm pun intended
It is night time so I am going to listen to the third video you recommended.
Tomorrow I will write about how grateful I am for all my desires that have manifested and meditate on the phrase it is done. My dream life is already here even if not in the 3D yet I have already become my imagination and Iâm excited to fulfill my desires on the fourth day and I will message you my success story.
Day 3:
Today is my last day and I am already fulfilled. It really is wonderful. This morning I got up at 3 am (Happy Aïdd) and prayed on all the things I am grateful for. I went to sleep and woke up again. And journaled about all the wonderful things I have. My wealth, my beauty, my kind heart, the wonderful celebration in my beautiful house I am having with my family, my wonderful fiancé, mastery of the void state, the millions dollars of income I have flowing in my bank account yearly, my healthsafety and protection from god, all things that will be fulfilled the next time I close my eyes and open it. Then I wrote all my goals for the rest of the year, business plans, school plans, wedding plans, trip plans etc etc. this is a normal thing for me. All I could think is it is done this is my life MashaAllah
Update:
I was not planning into going to the void until after I went to bed. But I took a nap and woke up in the void thank you so much for this wonderful challenge
I woke up from my nap in a room I did not recognize I feared I had died, but it is here. I am not shocked or surprised, I donât know how when I cried for this to happen for months but I have been fulfilled since the first day of the challenge so thank you dear ð
A shortened version of my desires
Living a luxurious life in Dubai
Living with all my family members in a 12 bedroom mansion in Dubai
Many house help who are treated with love and kindness and paid well
Loyal wealthy loving and god fearing handsome fiancé whom my family approve of
Attending zayned university
Hourglass body, and 36 inches of long healthy hair that never gets matted
Misgyony free household
10/10 beauty
Long natural nails that never break
High IQ that is respected
A white phantom rolls-Royce as my car
And a lot more ð thank you to Loa tumblr and god himself. I pray all of this for you kind dearing souls
Another update
Tomorrow we throw a celebration and none of my family knows I did this, it is like we have always been rich and happy when we were poor and torn apart. I decorate and set up with my sisters, my mother is cooking 30 dishes, and my father for once is helping her clean up. He now worships here rather than abuses her. I am already getting many gifts, purses and jewelry I could only see in my dreams. My closet is very large the size of my old apartment ðð I have hundreds of shoes and even more clothes and purses. I am in awe and greatful ð¥°
Happy Aïddððððð the fact that you got your desires on this wonderful day makes me so happy !!! You honestly did the challenge in more depth than I gave and it worked out so beautifully I am beyond happy for you beautiful anon ðð«¶ð«¶
#law of assumption#manifesation#void state#manifesting#reality shifting#law of attraction#void success
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Hay, peaches .... I'm really like your blog, your work just like a magic....ðð°.
Mau i've a request for baki with cheerful innocent model female s/o please....ðð ....dear i need it for fulfilling my h*rny imaginationð
Yes of course I can do that! And thank you so much ð¥°
Baki Head Canons
Baki Hanma with a model S/O (gender neutral)
Baki Hanma
Heâs your biggest supporter and fan. Baki is at every photoshoot or runway he can get to in his free time and he hypes you up every time he sees you
Baki collects all of the magazines and pictures youâre in to put in a little scrapbook he has. You think itâs corny but he tells you itâs to look back on together in the future. He wants to share pictures of you when the two of you grow old together
Baki always holds your hand out in public and shields you from paparazzi. Baki sometimes scoop you up in his arms and takes off with a laugh
Over all, heâs one of the best boyfriends to have. He will always support and protect you. Just remember to make time for him as well ð
#baki the grappler#baki hanma#baki son of ogre#baki x reader#baki the grappler x reader#female reader#yandere baki#yandere#yandere fic#yandere imagine#baki headcanons#Baki#baki gaiden#baki hanma x reader#grappler baki#baki dou#baki AU#gender neutral reader#male reader#fluff
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Girl's ð§ââïž Dont Want â Flowers ð
They ðð€© Want ðð This ð§ââïžðž Cute âš Object I'm ðžðž Selling ð€¯ On My ð€¯ð€¯ð€¯ðžð€¯ðž Store for $$999.99 ð¥°ð¥°ð¥³ðð Don't You âŒïžâŒïžâŒïž NEED âŒïžâŒïžâŒïžð€¯ð€¯ð€¯ð€¯ MY OBJECT ð¡ð¡ð¡ FOR YOUR ð§ââïž GIRL ð§ââïžðððð âïžâïžâïžâïžââââGIVE ME $$999.99 ðž AND YOUR ð§ââïž GIRL WILL âšâš BE ð HAPPY AND HAVE ð AN OBJECT â€ïž ð
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