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meidnightrain · 18 days

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TANGERINE MORNING LIGHT❞ - aventurine

summary: a phone call interrupts a morning that is luxurious to you both

warnings: reader is gn, fluff

notes: let’s see if you can guess which song helped to inspire the fic for today! i’m a bit late to the party, this was also inspired by that official art and i tried to give my own twist to it to make it a little different. was supposed to be posted yesterday but something came up with queued posts and it didn’t go through so i’ll have to manually log into do it :(((

taglist(open): @akutasoda , @ryuryuryuyurboat , @toorurs , @yvnaology , @tragedy-of-commons , @staarri , @rainswept , @karagatan02 , @https-mika

“alright, i understand. let’s schedule the interview for today.” his voice was the first thing that you registered in the morning.

AVENTURINE is disheveled; his usually precariously combed hair is now tousled with odd ends sticking out in places, and only a single button on his pajama top holds his shirt together. you can see the slight ridge of his abs when he shifted to turn around, the phone over his ear, and an annoyed expression on his face.

he is gorgeous in the morning sunlight; he glimmers like gold-spun silk, and you can’t help but admire him in silence, laying on your side as you stared at every inch of him. you’ve long known him, seen the pieces of him laid bare, and seen what makes him tick.

“how long have you been staring?” you’re broken out of your thoughts; he’s facing you now with a small smirk on his face that makes you want to punch him. you’re practically breathing each other’s air with how close you both are, and you can’t help but curse at him silently for making you feel this way even after dating for so long. you always melted into his touch without a fight; you’re not sure if that was his intention or if you were so infatuated with him that it made you like that.

“i could have stared longer.” you narrowed your eyes at him, a pout beginning to form on your lips. “i was daydreaming.”

he’s slightly amused by your response, one of his delicately raised eyebrows arching perfectly. he was perfect; every bit of him was there anyway. “and what were you daydreaming about?”

“you not going for that meeting and sleeping in with me?” you offered with a cheeky wink, booping him on the nose with your finger. that caught AVENTURINE off-guard while he processed your words before he returned a smug expression, and you could feel his body press into yours. you’d love to think he’ll never forget about what would happen if it all fell down and crumbled into ashes. you’ll both have to pay the price if it all fails, but that's something to worry about another day.

you’re half asleep this early in the morning. it's somewhat of a luxury to take your time in the tangerine, neon light that is the sunlight bringing along the morning. he was busy with work, busy gambling everything he had to spend his tomorrows with you. he’s not saying he’s in love with you just yet. it's those three words, three syllables, and eight letters that haven’t rolled off his tongue all this while, but he’s going to.

he’s awake, and he’s going to take his chance, snuggling closer as he breathed in the sweet scent of you. “we have a few hours.” he is warm, and the irises of his eyes are so hypnotizing and alluring that you fall under his spell.

he knows this is a big mistake to let you in like this—to show vulnerability and yearn for you affection. to indulge himself in your touch and comfort over and over again, like how an alcoholic would always turn back to soulglad religiously without fail. if he was going to be drunk, he’d rather be drunk in your love.

“and what happens?” your eyes are closed, and you fit perfectly into the space that is the crook of his neck. “if this blows up in your pretty face, my dear gambler?”

you’re not saying for AVENTURINE to do it anyway, to take this risk even if it would reap high rewards, because rarely was there ever a chance that high gambles would be effortless to pull off. but you knew, that he was going to get the thrill of betting everything he had, which would drove him to such lengths.

“when was i ever one to back down from a gamble?” stray strands of his blonde hair tickled the top of your head, like feathers brushing across skin. what would you say if he told you that all he needed was you? you’ll wait then for him to say that he loved you. all you needed was three words, three syllables, eight letters, and all the time in the world.

#🗞️ - honkai star rail fics #—stellaronhvnters.#・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #hsr fluff

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aziraphales-library · 3 months

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Hi mods Hope yall are doing good. Can i ask for some really domestic aziracrow? Like taking baths together and just being sappy

Hello. We have #fluff and #domestic fluff tags you can check out. Here are some domestic fluffly fics in which there is bathing...

Where Love Grows by AFrenchFanWriter, heeen (T)

“It starts, as it will end, with a garden.” Or After moving into their cottage in the South Downs, Crowley & Aziraphale cultivate flowers and memories together.

Soft and Soapy by Aegopixel (T)

“Can we skip to the part where I curl up next to the fireplace and fall asleep? It’d be nice to shed these layers so I can recuperate from the fatigue my tiresome good deeds caused.” At that request, Aziraphale placed his hands on his hips, looking for all the world like Peter Pan after facing down Captain Hook. “Actually, I’ve prepared something far more pleasing than that.” His statement peaked Crowley’s interest. “Oh really?” he drawled, tilting his head with seductive grace and a smirk to match. “What could be more pleasing, I wonder?” “Allow me to show you, my dear boy.” Crowley has spent his entire day out in the freezing cold, and now that they live together Aziraphale can take care of him in the most considerate of ways.

pausing the world to stay right where we are by RepQueen15 (T)

Aziraphale’s hands grasped at him gently, not in a commanding way, more like making sure he hadn’t stepped away. His pooling blue eyes gazed up at Crowley, and Crowley got the feeling he was just now realising how carefully they were doing this all, just how fondly he was being handled. Maybe he even guessed at the thoughts running through Crowley’s idiotically sappy mind right about now. In any case, he pulled at him slightly needily, almost vulnerable. He always looked this way, when he was at Crowley’s mercy, but there was no fear in his expression at all. “Are you…?” “‘M here, angel,” he said softly, stepping forward and taking Azirphale’s hand in his own. "It's okay." *** Crowley takes care of Aziraphale after Armageddon, exhausted, confused, but most of all, safe.

Lavender Haze by Scarlett_Oakenshield (T)

"You can stay at my place, if you like." "I don't think my side would like that." "You don't have a side anymore. Neither of us do." Right after the almost Armageddon, and with nowhere else to go, Aziraphale returns to Crowley's flat for the night. He takes a bubble bath to clear his head and decipher Agnes Nutter's final prophecy. Crowley joins him. They embrace their feelings with nothing left to lose, while simultaneously trying to figure out how they're going to get themselves out of this one. Or...canon compliant, couple bathing fluff for you to enjoy~

Just the Way You Are by Kat_Rowe (T)

Angels are, at their creation, biologically asexual. All too aware of his own vulnerability to pleasures of the flesh, Aziraphale has spent 6,000 years avoiding the sin of Lust by simply never adopting the equipment necessary to experience it. Until his relationship with Crowley started to grow more intimate (and more physical), Aziraphale never gave it much thought. Physical incompatibility can be solved in an instant, but he finds himself worrying how Crowley will react, and about the assumptions he might make. Now that they're covered in stardust and on their way into the shower, the issue can't be avoided any longer. But a tense discussion is a small price to pay for a romantic shower with your best friend in the universe.

he ahold of my hand by cuefog (G)

It takes them a while, but they do get there eventually: The cottage in the South Downs with the garden, and the greenhouse, and the private library of old books. The angel and the demon curled up in bed together, warm and safe under the covers. Meanwhile, Aziraphale has something to tell Crowley, but it takes him a few tries and a bit more time to figure things out for himself. (aka the slow burn after the slow burn: a collection of moments)

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #domestic fluff #fluff #bathing #mod d

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captainnameless · 2 months

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I humbly ask for Nando babysitting cheeky little Lando 🙏 cuz every Nando and Lando crumb I see is honestly too cute

no because i can see it!!! Nando claims he’s too old to be “doing the babysitting” *gestures vaguely*

but Daniel’s at his wits end, Lando will not fall asleep, it’s a Sunday night post race which means they’re both knackered. Lando however, has decided he wants Carlos. Carlos who had to fly out the same night because of commitments and has no cell service on the plane.

so Lando’s been crying, wailing really. desperately clutching onto Daniel with “want Papa!”, overly tired but not giving in.

Daniel doesn’t know what to do really, Lando’s finally quieted down a little, but he’s blinking big red rimmed eyes at Daniel that don’t look like they’re gonna shut any time soon.

Lando’s voice is rough from crying, and so Daniel tries room service for some tea, only to find out they don’t have 24 hour room service, Daniel’s almost desperate enough to use the “do you know who the fuck I am?” card; considering the price they’re paying per night and how badly he needs Lando to fall asleep, but hoists both him and Lando out of bed after being told there’s a self service floor that has a coffee machine that serves boiling water too.

he holds Lando’s hand in hopes of preventing a tantrum when they step into the hallway, Daniel praying no one else is awake at this ungodly hour.

to his surprise, they almost bump into Fernando when the round the corner who gives them a just as a surprised look.

“You’re up?”

Daniel sighs, pulling Lando into his side when he can hear the sniffles start up again. “We’re having a bit of trouble falling asleep, huh Bub?”

Daniel can see Fernando melt a little at the sight of Lando, soft despite the tough reputation.

“Niñito.” Fernando coos. “It’s late, little boys should be asleep.”

Lando simply whines, tears gathering in his eyes again. “Papa.”

Fernando looks up at Daniel, who mouths “Carlos” to him and he nods knowingly.

“Entiendo.” Fernando says and then reaches out for Lando, who, to Daniel’s surprise, goes willingly.

Fernando wraps Lando’s up against his chest and Lando melts into the touch so much he even brings his legs up.

Fernando hoists him up with little effort, Daniel’s not surprised. He’s seen Fernando’s workout routine and has definitely never won an arm wrestling match.

Fernando start humming something in Spanish then, speaking words Daniel does not understand and gently swaying Lando from side to side.

He sings no longer than 5 minutes and so when Fernando turns to Daniel and asks “Is he out?” while turning around fully so Daniel gets a look at Lando’s face mushed against Fernando’s shoulder he’s ready to be met with wide open eyes. But Lando’s out. Out cold even, mouth slightly open and drooling onto Fernando’s shirt.

“What the fuck.” Daniel says, loudly. Then clasps a hand over his mouth, terrified he’ll wake Lando again.

Fernando laughs, turns back to face Daniel. “Figured that would work.”

“What did you do? Did you hex him?”

Fernando laughs again. “It’s a lullaby, a classic really. I figured Carlos might sign it to him, lucky guess.”

Daniel slumps against the wall, rubbing his hands over his face. “Congratulations.” Daniel says. “You’ve just been upgraded.”

#littlef1adventures #lf1a.minific #this was not really cheeky Lando and so i shall be back at a later date with that #but this popped into my head #and it had to come out

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cod-dump · 1 year

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Soap likes to run his fingers through Simon’s hair and cradle his head when they cuddle. Simon almost immediately falls asleep once Johnny gets his hands on him

Attention

SoapGhost

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Touch is very sacred to Ghost and Soap knows this. He’s honored that Ghost trusts him enough to let Soap hold him and love on him while he let his guard down.

Soap wasn’t sure how it started. How Ghost came to he laying across his chest so Soap could massage his head. He knows it all started after Soap helped Ghost cut his hair. Like, have an actual haircut instead of the man just buzzing off everything once it was too long and started to annoy him. Soap admits he was very careful and took his time with it, not wanting Ghost to regret accepting his help.

So when his fingers brushed his scalp, when he gently moved Ghost’s head so he could have a better angle— Maybe that did something to Ghost.

Ghost wasn't very vocal about what he wanted so Soap was mostly guessing. If Ghost wants his attention he does subtle things to tell him that, not wanting to sound needy even though Soap had told him time and time again that he wasn't. Normally Soap was pretty good at picking up the hints but he wasn't at his best today.

He had recently gotten back from late night training in the wilderness and it has thrown off his sleeping schedule. He admits he wasn't really paying much attention to Ghost who's usually subtle hints were becoming more and more aggressive. But Soap didn't notice and just continued on. When he felt like he finally corrected his sleep schedule Ghost had enough.

Soap was talking with Price when Ghost marched right up to them. Soap turned to him and Ghost bent down and shoved his head into Soap's chest. Soap wheezed at the force of the headbutt, Price laughing.

"I think you've been neglecting one of your duties, Sergeant. Better get on it."

Price walked off, leaving Soap there with Ghost still pressing his head against his chest. Soap struggles to push Ghost off while snickering.

"I'm sorry, baby."

Ghost glares at him, "Asshole."

Soap laughs before grabbing Ghost's hand and leading him down the hall. Soap's room was closer but Soap had a smaller bed, which is why they normally hung out in Ghost's room. But Ghost obviously didn't care.

Once they were in the room and the door closed, Ghost shoved Soap onto the bed before flopping down on him. It knocks the wind out of Soap but Ghost doesn't care and shoves his head under Soap's chin, now laying completely on top of him. Soap wiggles around some to try to get comfortable before he wraps a arm around Ghost's shoulder. His free hand goes to Ghost's head and Ghost melts.

"I'm such a horrible boyfriend," Soap mutters.

Ghost was muffled by Soap's chest but he still hurt his pouty voice, "You're the worst."

Soap lightly scratches Ghost's scalp and if Ghost was capable he would be purring like a cat. After ten minutes Soap realized Ghost had fallen asleep, that making him smile before he presses a kiss to the man's head.

"I love you, Si."

Soap would lay there for hours, not moving and petting his boyfriend's head for as long as he wanted. Because Ghost letting him hold him like this was one of the greatest gifts that the man could ever give him.

#call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #fic #fanfic

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waltwhitmansbeard · 9 months

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"did we fall asleep?" "i think we did.."

There are many things to discuss. The world is ending, after all—or, rather, this version of the world is ending, with some vast and ghastly unknown lurking just around the corner. Or maybe not; all of this feels just above Laudna's pay grade, as if she's playing dress-up like she did as a child, parading around the house in her mother's one nice dress and the necklace her father scrimped and saved for months to buy her for Winter's Crest the year before Laudna was born. Whatever is going on, there are many things to discuss, and it is better to discuss them now, when it is just she and Imogen here in Zhudanna's house in the Windowed Wall, when Laudna can say the things she fears will turn the rest of the Hells away from her, when the ominous glare of Ruidus does not feel quite so omnipresent.

Yet here they are, a tangle of limbs on one bed, Laudna's cheek pressed awkwardly into Imogen's shoulder, very much discussing nothing. They got here, all jitters and flushed cheeks, and Laudna found suddenly that she had nothing to say. It doesn't seem to matter here, the fears and the guilt and the hounds barking in her chest. This is the house they made a home. This is bed they chose together. From downstairs, the smells of some kind of soup beckon them from their embrace, but Laudna stays put, counting each of Imogen's slow, even breaths, feeling the rise and fall of her stomach beneath the arm she has pulled across it.

Laudna doesn't sleep. She wants to, needs to, desperately, but she so rarely gets to see Imogen like this, completely at ease, a woman and not a fortress. She looks sharper than she used to, more hollowed out—more like Laudna, in a way. She supposes that's the price of the life they lead, the stress and the hunger and the death. But when she's asleep, the edges smooth a bit, and Laudna can see the girl who loved horses like family.

She wonders if she looks different now. More different—she bears little resemblance to the child who died on a tree. Laudna avoids her reflection most days, finds it matters to her little what she looks like, unless she's using the horror of it to her advantage. Maybe she should have been paying better attention. Maybe what happened in the market would start to make some sense.

Because what other explanation is there? What about Imogen—beautiful, powerful, miraculous, phenomenal Imogen—could ever look at a dead girl, an abomination, a murderer, and see—well. Laudna has no idea what Imogen sees, though she does see more than most. What if she had seen what happened in Issylra? What would she think of Laudna then? She is grateful for this circlet, the one resting so beautifully on Imogen's brow, the one that grants her peace for the first time in a long, long time, but she is most grateful for the way it shields Imogen from the worst thing Laudna has ever done.

Laudna lays there, watching her sleep. What will the world look like when she wakes? What will she think of who lies beside her? She will have to wait and see. Some time passes, and a thin voice calls up, "Girls? Are you hungry?"

Imogen squeaks out a small groan as she stretches—it's long been one of Laudna's favorite sounds, Imogen in the first moments of waking—and wets her dry lips. "Did we fall asleep?" Her voice is cracked, soft.

I didn't. I watched you instead. I thought about all the things I couldn't tell you this past week. I remembered what I did. I begged for your forgiveness. I refused it. I fell in love with you, again. I'm sorry. Thank you. "I think we did."

Imogen's head falls to look at her, and the smile there is so gentle Laudna's breath catches in her throat. "Guess we didn't do much talkin', did we?"

"No, I suppose we didn't." Laudna sits so Imogen can do the same. "I think Zhudanna has dinner ready."

"Good, I'm starved."

Laudna starts to climb off the bed, but fingers wrap around her bony wrist and she turns back. "Imogen?"

Her cheeks are pink, a pastel rose that compliments her hair so wonderfully. "I...I'd really like to kiss you again. If that's alright."

She doesn't know what Imogen sees. She takes her hand, rests it against Imogen's neck, and lets her eyes fall closed. As they kiss again, slow and sweet like summer molasses, Laudna finds herself believing not in the gods or their enemies or in any great scheme for power or glory, but in her, in the way their hands lace together atop the quilt, in her magical ability to know that there is something in Laudna worth loving, even if Laudna herself can't find it.

#ask #tiamat-zx #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #bells hells #bells hells fic #imodna #imodna fic #my fic

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yanderu-deredere · 1 year

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hook.

★ your friends decide to do a road trip across a few states, to the coast! what's better than the beautiful boardwalk of lovelock after all? and they need a fifth person to come with them! so, of course, they drag you along. what could go wrong?

a/n: okay so ill be honest, i was kinda nervous to post this cus this is like way longer than my usual shit TBH but i really wanted to write this out and i felt like the usual bulletted thing wouldn't do my idea justice i guess? so have this word vomit LOL cus this baby has more parts (i think)

also these yanderes are very much inspired by all my favourite slashers (think hannibal meets chainsaw massacre meets house of wax) so the themes will be a bit more graphic

part one (here) ★ part two (line.) ★ part three (sinker.) ★ part four (?)

pairing: casimir fiala x reader x emmaline fiala word count: 3236

warning: gender neutral reader, reader is attacted to male and female yandere, readers friends are lowkey pieces of shit LOL, final ship is poly

"This doesn't look like Lovelock." Chloe muttered in that tone that just slightly grated against your nerves.

You, half asleep and kind of buried in bags, jolted at the sound of her voice. You glanced around, eyes blurry and your brain pounding just a little bit. The price of sleeping on a road trip, you supposed.

You looked over to the side to see what your friends were up to.

Chloe, the resident bottle-blonde of the group, had her entire body leaning a bit too heavily against her boyfriend Dirk as she tried to shove her torso out the window.

Dirk, too preoccupied with her body to really pay attention to anything else, only hummed and held her by the hip to prevent her from falling entirely out the side of the van.

You sighed and turned to your other side, trying to make out what your friend was so desperate to see outside.

All you could see, however, was what looked like an abandoned town. There was a little play ground, a parking lot beside that, some apartment buildings too--

Suddenly, the van skid to a halt, making everyone almost fall forward.

"Bran, you fucking bastard!" Dirk cursed before cradling Chloe's head to his chest "You okay, baby?"

Chloe, of course, played the whole thing up, whining up a storm. You just rubbed your neck, ignoring everyone else as you tried to figure out why the sudden stop.

In front of the car was a man much too well dressed for his surroundings. I mean, what business did he have in this place that he needed to wear a button down for? Plus he had what looked like a medical mask on?

What did you guys drive into, Chernobyl?

Anyway, you couldn't see the rest of his face very well because he had long hair with white side pieces and they were covering his face a bit too much but he was waving the van down.

Suddenly, as you were peering out the side of the van, your eyes met his sharp green ones and you felt a jolt of electricity down your spine.

You had a bad feeling about this place and about this man.

Still, not like you could say much. Who'd listen to you? Certainly not anyone else inside the van.

The man walked up to the driver's side, probably to talk to your friend Bran and give him directions. Thankfully, you were on the same side so you could do a little bit of eavesdropping on your own from your open window.

Observing him, you couldn't help but think that he was especially tall. He looked like he could almost be as tall as the van itself! You'd estimate his height at 6ft at least.

You couldn't even imagine how small you were compared to him if the two of you stood side by side.

"You're not supposed to be here. This is private property." The stranger explained and, though he was talking to Bran, you couldn't help but feel like he kept glancing at you from the corners of his eyes "You have to turn back and leave."

Now that he spoke, you also noted how deep his voice was. Though, you supposed, not surprising considering his height.

Big man, deep voice, you noted to yourself before mentally laughing at your own idiocy.

"What? There's no other way?" Bran's indignant tone pulled you out of your thoughts "I was so sure there was a way through here, up to Lovelock."

The stranger solemnly nodded as if completely understanding "There used to be but, after they shut down the factory, the Pharmaceutical company prevents people from passing through here."

Bran seemed to open his mouth to say something inflammatory. After all, he was known in your group to be a bit hot-headed. Even now, you couldn't see his face but you could imagine how red it was.

Kathy, Bran's girlfriend and your best friend, thankfully leaned over from the front passenger seat, her hand rubbing her boyfriend's thigh "It's all good! Sorry for the trouble and thanks for letting us know."

The man gave a curt nod "Just didn't want you all to incur the fines. The company still has the cameras up and there was a sign at the entrance saying something about trespassers."

"What are you, a glorified security guard?" Bran managed at least one quip and you saw Kathy hit him especially hard on the knee for that one.

You couldn't see the man's mouth from under the mask but you definitely felt like you could see his lips shift into a grin from under the cotton "Something like that."

Bran just scoffed and started backing the van up. The man backed away, giving a curt nod.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Kathy conspiratorially whisper 'crazy weirdo' to you, Dirk and Chloe. Of course, you elected to ignore her.

Instead, you kept your eyes trained on the stranger, still curious as to why he was there.

When his eyes landed on you, you gave him a curt wave. A good-bye. Silently, you mouthed an apology for your rude friend. He gave another curt nod, and you left it at that.

Something about his green eyes unnerved you though--

There was a loud pop and the van jolted, making almost everyone inside scream. Bran himself let out a rather loud fuck!

"What the fuck was that?" He slammed his palm against the steering wheel, that explosive temper getting the best of him.

You watched as the stranger came over and looked at the car, observing it a bit before letting out a rather tired sigh "You popped a tire."

Bran's head swiveled to him and, if looks could kill, that man would've been dead "A tire?"

"This place is abandoned, they don't exactly up-keep the roads." The man explained, crouching to try and see what was wrong with said tire "You must have run over a rusty nail or an especially bad pothole."

Then there was a thumping sound, like he was ripping something out of the rubber "Or a giant copper hook."

Bran slammed his door open and marched over, getting to the tire just as the man stood up.

You watched it all happen and you've known Bran for a while. The two of you were taking the same undergraduate major, after all. You knew Bran was the sporty type, confident and cocky. He was maybe 5'8 on a good day.

This man dwarfed Bran when he stood. Definitely taller than 6ft then. Maybe 6'5?

He placed the hook he took out of the tire into Bran's hand and, though it looked rather hefty in Bran's hand, it seemed a bit smaller in his.

Any bravado Bran had vanished like the wind. Of course, Bran was still Bran so he grumbled, complaining as he dropped the rusty thing before he squatted down to figure out what was wrong with the tire.

You saw Kathy from the corner of your eye dialing a number. You figured it was probably triple-A or some other towing service that could help the group out.

For some reason, you didn't want to look away from the stranger.

He seemed to have the same idea because, as he took out a walkie-talkie from his belt, his green eyes were trained on you again.

Without taking his eyes off you, he took a slender finger and lowered his mask, tucking it under his chin. He had a crooked smile on his face, something like a mixture between a grimace and forced pleasantry.

Near the corner of his face, there was an indent of a diagonal scar. It stretched from above his lip to the center of his chin. You let yourself wonder why he had it. It split his lips a little, made him look kind of devilish.

"Another car needs help." He spoke into the little device, holding it in the palm of his hand and jostling it a little, making the antenna of it wiggle back and forth.

"Miscreants?" The static of it answered back, crackling and almost indecipherable.

The man laughed and you felt your heart skip just a little bit of a beat "No, just people who took a wrong turn. They seem very nice."

You tried to ignore the flash of sharp teeth in his mouth and chalked it off to genetics. Sometimes people just had especially sharp canines, right? Though something felt predatory about his. Not vampiric, maybe, but definitely wolfish.

"What's wrong with their car?" The longer sentence was easier to understand but it was filled with just as much static.

"Popped a tire on the main road." The man answered as he put his free hand in his pocket "They were trying to take the short-cut to Lovelock."

The sentence came out as a drawl, like there was a funny joke about it that you weren't privy to. Your head cocked a little, trying to figure out what it could mean.

He returned your look of curiosity with a small little smirk and a shrug, cocking his hip a little as he shifted his weight from one foot to another

Someone hissed out your name and you turned, finally breaking the staring game in between you and the stranger.

You turned to Kathy with a confused expression on your face, your eyebrow cocked "What's up?"

"I have like no signal like at all." She whispered to you as if it was the end of the world and she wanted only you to know.

Of course, since the two of you were sitting in a cramped van, the other two people in the van heard loud and clear.

"What!" Chloe shouted, scrambling for her own marble-cased phone "There's no signal?"

"No, 'fraid not."

You flinched, head quickly turning when you felt a breath against your ear. Suddenly, the stranger was leaning into the window of the van, crossed arms resting against the lip of the window.

Your wide eyes met his green ones again and he grinned, all wolfish and devilish and all your observations about him seemed to flash warning signs in your head.

"Something about the old factory leaking radiation or something." He answered easily enough just as you scooted a little so he wasn't talking right into your now rather hot ear

You nodded slowly but the tone of his voice as he spoke was that same tone he used when he mentioned the city; like he was telling half-truths and it was on a need to know basis and you didn't need to know.

You had been on the receiving end of that bullshit for so long, with the same exact friends you were with in the van, that you could detect it from a mile away.

"Plus, they've shut down the cell towers near here already." He gestured flimsily in some direction, probably to said cell towers.

Then, there was silence in the van. Chloe kept fiddling with her phone. Dirk, as always, looked distrustfully at the stranger, like a toddler who'd get his toy snatched away the moment he dropped his guard. The toy of course, being Chloe. Kathy just looked panicked and anxious.

You were anxious too. You were never good with silence.

As a way to make conversation, you fiddled with your fingers and decided to introduce yourself before asking the stranger who he was and what he was doing there.

You really didn't think he'd answer.

"Casimir Fiala." His name flipped off of his tongue with a fascinating smoothness "I'm just here to... research... the abandoned buildings."

There it was again, that need-to-know-only tone. This time, you waved away the blaring alarms in your head, tucking them away to note later. Instead, you decided to joke with him "Guess you're not a glorified security guard."

"Sometimes it feels like it." He flashed you a snide half smirk and there was a part of you that felt satisfied that, this time, it felt like you were in on the joke.

It definitely made you grin, that was for sure. Before you could respond, though, the sound of a motorcycle suddenly filled the area, getting closer and closer till it was accompanied by the crunch of gravel.

"That will be my wife." Casimir yelled above the noise as he backed away from the window and tucked his arms behind his back in one fluid motion.

When he did, you couldn't help but curiously peer out.

Just as he said, a woman appeared on a motorcycle, dust cloud surrounding her. If Casimir was overdressed, this woman was underdressed.

She was wearing skin-tight clothes, cargo pants, the works. She looked like she was dressed for an action movie.

Hell, she looked she herself walked out of an action movie. She was buff, tanned, tattooed all over, almost as tall as her husband. She looked like she could take a steel bar and bend it in half.

With fingerless gloves, she removed her motorcycle helmet and her hair fell fluttering out. She had one lock of hair at the very front braided, some of it pulled back, but the rest of it cascaded rather messily, covering most of the right side of her face.

It looked like a bad blue dye job that was already growing back out but, somehow, she made it look ruggedly sexy.

That wasn't what was surprising. What was surprising was the eye patch and the burn scars.

"Oh my god." Kathy gasped out and you could see her and Chloe pull out their phones as if trying to film some circus freak.

Immediately, you were pushing their phones away, scowling at them as you tried to keep your voice down "What the fuck, dude, are you guys serious?"

You could see Casimir walk over to his wife, probably to talk to her about fixing your wheel. How kind of them. All the while, your friends were spitting on that kindness by mocking his wife.

"But like, did you see her?" Chloe tittered, looking through her gallery to try and see if she got a good photo but then pouting when she didn't.

"You're disgusting, Chloe." You spat out, hoping the absolute vitriol in your voice could snap her out of this weird Mean Girls trance she was in "They're trying to fucking help us and this is the thanks you're giving them?"

Kathy just scoffed and flipped her hair. "They're the ones who stopped us and got our tires popped."

"We're the ones that trespassed on private property." You snapped back and, suddenly, you felt too suffocated in the van. You knew who your friends were, of course, and you knew them to be the type of people to make small mean jokes but this was way too much.

You got out of the van, your arms crossed and wrapped around yourself, anything to give yourself any ounce of comfort.

This entire trip was a bad idea to begin with. You hadn't wanted to go but your friends insisted over and over that they wanted you around. You thought 'why not?' but, in the end, you turned out more of a fifth wheel than anything else.

"Oh, hey." Bran greeted you as you stepped up to the trio who were discussing how to fix the car "What's up?"

"Nothing, just wanted to stretch my legs." You lied easily enough since you didn't really want to tell Bran about how bitch-y his girlfriend was being.

Bran believed you, of course. He was too focused on being annoyed by the entire situation anyway. He seemed at least placated by the fact that he wouldn't have to pay for a new tire.

"Thank you so much, by the way, for like helping us out and shelling out cash for a tire." You decided to say since Bran definitely wouldn't say it. The smile on Casimir's wife's face was definitely worth it.

Casimir seemed to realise something because he looked at you in shock before gesturing to you and introducing you by name to his wife "And this is my wife Emm, she's the muscle of this entire operation."

"Nice to meet you." She put her hand out and you were about to take it only for her to quickly pull it back and wipe it on her pants "Sorry, I've been fixing machines all day. I'm dirty as all hell."

"No worries! Not like I'm all showered! We've been on the road for like three days now!" You waved off her concern and held out your hand.

Hesitantly, she took it and the two of you shook hands.

You noted that the burns she had on one side of her face seemed to spread down her body because her entire arm from shoulder to wrist (or what wasn't covered by her gloves) were covered in wrinkly scar tissue.

You tried not to stare. She probably got enough of that in her day-to-day, she didn't need it from you too.

You hoped she didn't get it from Bram already. He could be so insensitive without even thinking about it.

"Anyway, I was just sayin' that I'd love t' ride over to the gate, the one leadin' to Lovelock and send out a call, try to get triple-A over." Emm cupped the side of her neck, looking rather thoughtful "Boss won't be happy since we ain't suppos't have people over but."

Then she shrugged as if she was trying to say 'what can you do' before continuing "I got to go soon, though, 'cus I saw that the weather was suppos't to be terrible later today and--"

As if on que, thunder rumbled above, almost as loudly as Emm's motorcycle. You groaned because of course the weather would turn this horrible so rapidly and just when you needed it not to.

"Fuck." Bran put it so eloquently just as the rain started pouring as if the heavens above ripped open the clouds "Why can't you go while it's raining?"

"She only has a motorcycle." Casimir reminded him, his tone implying that fact in and of itself should've been explanation enough, his expression challenging Bran to say otherwise.

Emm looked much more apologetic but only by a bit "Plus, the road to Lovelock is 30 minutes and it's known to landslide when it's rainin'. I'm willin' to help ya'll but not that willin'."

Bran let out another expletive while you gave them an apologetic smile and a thank you.

"I'll be happy to invite ya'll over to our house. We live only a minute or two from here." Emm continued as Casimir shielded her with his lab coat, ducking her head a little as she walked closre to you so you could hear her over the hiss of the rain "It'll be better than that cramped van."

"I'll let everyone know!" You yelled, smiling gratefully at the couple.

Part of your brain registered the warning signs in your head. After all, though you'd tried your best to be polite to them, you did remember how odd Casimir seemed when you first encountered him.

Still, they were trying their hardest to accommodate your group. And, after how rude your friends were, you felt an odd obligation to make up for how mean your friends had been.

After all, what was the worst that could happen from just being nice?

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harleys1nhawaii · 4 months

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LACRYMOSA

pairing: dabi / todoroki touya x gn!reader

warnings: angst, major character death, implied sexual intercourse

a/n: not proof read. pure angst and sadness. this song always created an atmosphere in my mind like this. i’m happy i got to write about it cuz i’m terrible at writing down my thoughts. i’m proud if y’all feel terrible<3

“grief is the price we pay for love.” said queen elizabeth. perhaps because of it’s uniqueness, you had never truly understood how it felt before. you couldn’t have guessed how much it would hurt, or how the world around you would fade away and leave you alone by yourself in the burden.

the sun is shining too bright. the birds aren’t chirping like they used to. even the stars are refusing to shine. grieving over the things you can’t repair. out on your own, cold and alone again. can this be what you really wanted, baby?

you couldn’t get your last night with him out of your head. shedding silent tears with your head on his chest, sinking into his embrace. you knew this was the unavoidable truth and couldn’t have prevented it. assuring yourself that this time wasn’t that time wasn’t something you could do forever. you couldn’t escape the truths of his wicked life, you couldn’t hold him back.

“will you come back?”

there you were, such a helpless fool. asking questions that you knew the answers of, hoping for a miracle to happen. praying to your gods as you curse at them at the same time. maybe if they weren’t so cruel, maybe if they were kind enough to bless him with a beautifully written fate, you wouldn’t have been begging your boyfriend to stay. to live.

he was silent as the blood made it’s way all the way through his cheek to the soft cotton case of the pillow. the bright moonlight shined into his cerulean eyes as he cracked a wicked smile to himself. this fresh wound that has opened deep inside of his heart had to be aching, but instead it was filled right up to the brim with a burning excitement.

he wasn’t going to lie, nor sugarcoat his words.

you dug yourself into him harder, pressing your face against the fabric of his tshirt, wet with your own tears.

you weren’t stupid. you knew what that meant. he wasn’t coming back. he’s no longer eating dinner you would make for two . he’s no longer watching stupid horror movies with you and then making out on the same couch for half the movie. when you go to bed at night, he won’t be there to hug you and fall asleep. after tonight, he wasn’t going to bed again.

after all those years of living a lowlife and waiting for the right time, he couldn’t go back and lose all the progress. he wasn’t going to die before he could kill his father. and since not dying has became a goal for the night of his day, he couldn’t turn down his this one only chance. “i can’t change who i am now, not this time. i won’t lie to keep you waiting for me. and in this short life,” he paused, exhaling a deep breath. “there’s no time to waste on giving up.”

“and you can blame it on me. set your guilt free, honey.” you squeeze your jaw to not let out a sob, gulping with the taste of his ashes.

“i don’t want to hold you back now, love. goodbye.”

that night you didn’t sleep. you wrapped your arms around him and tasted him on your tongue. his scent, his curves, his burns, his fresh pale skin. you memorized every little detail to keep him forever alive in your mind. you didn’t resist when he shifted from under you at pre sunrise. you didn’t move, you didn’t open your eyes. you knew you wouldn’t let him go if you saw how he pulled his clothes on and grabbed his coat from your hanger.

you shivered when you felt his mismatched lips press on your forehead, burning your skin.

“live a beautiful life, baby.” you heard him whisper into your neck. you kept your eyes closed, forcing your tears to hold in. you heard the front door open. you prayed to your gods to send down a miracle to make him change his mind and go prepare some breakfast instead. they didn’t.

you heard the door slam back when tears made their way rolling down on down your cheeks.

your love wasn’t enough.

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 7

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Liam laid on the examination table in the dimly lit basement and offered Roger his arm.

Tonight was the night of the “experiment” disguised as a regular checkup.

Roger: Thank you for your devoted and masochistic cooperation. You are a test subject I’m very grateful for, Liam.

Liam: Don’t mention it. You’re always taking care of me when I get hurt, so we’re even. Ah, but please be gentle.

Roger grinned and inserted a thick needle into Liam’s arm without hesitating.

Liam: Ouch.

Roger: Good, if you can feel it, then that means you’re alive. Which reminds me, “that” hasn't been acting up recently?

Liam: Oh, the episodes? Yeah, I didn't get any. Maybe it's because I’ve been satisfying my curiosity periodically as you told me to. And…

Roger: And?

Liam: I’ve been having so much fun together with Kate, I haven't had the opportunity to pay attention to that.

Roger: … I’m still not very sure what triggers an episode.

Liam: … Hey, you weren't listening? … geez.

Having nothing else to do apart from lay on the examination table, Liam spoke.

Liam: There's something bothering me these days.

Roger: Hm—?

Liam: I’d be of greater help to Victor and Will if I killed people. That’s what Crown does.

Liam: But I doubt that's something Kate would want to see.

Liam: It’s the kind of situation whereby if I’m true to one side, I’m false to the other. What do you think I should do?

Roger: …

Roger: What do “you” want to do?

Liam: I…

Liam: …

Liam: Hm… I don't know, I guess?

Roger: I might have to develop a drug that will help people think things over carefully.

Liam: That's a good idea. I think that kind of drug will fetch a pretty high price.

Roger: Why don't you prioritise Kate for now? After all, you’ll only be seeing her for a month

Roger: It's better to avoid any future troubles. I mean, that's “my” take on this.

Liam: Yeah, that’s true. I agree with you. Thanks, as expected of a doctor.

Liam: … *yawns*. I'm starting to get… kind of… drowsy…

Liam: This must be… a side effect of… the drug…

Liam: …

Roger: … Did he fall asleep?

Alfons: Oh, he fell asleep because of a drug?

Alfons: I came all the way here to invite him to play a dangerous game.

Roger: … Al.

Alfons: Liam always surrenders his soul to people so easily. This is nothing concerning.

Roger: “Surrenders his soul to people easily”? … Hey, Al.

Alfons: What is it? Crown’s private doctor?

Roger: You’re not using your abilities to make him have strange hallucinations, are you?

Alfons: Strange hallucinations? If that's what you want, I shall live up to your expectations. That's my personality.

Alfons: To be honest, I don't remember what I made Liam see… what do you think I did?

Roger: I don't care how you want to use your abilities. However, damaging someone’s spirit for fun is too much—

Alfons: You never know what can save a person. Sometimes, doing the right thing might drive them to their death.

Roger: …

Alfons: That’s why, they should just go insane. Only then, will their world be filled with joy.

Alfons: — Most definitely.

…

While I was typing my report, Liam lightly knocked on my bedroom door.

Kate: Come on in, Liam.

Liam: Sorry I came so late. Roger’s drug knocked me out for quite a while.

Their relationship was as concerning as ever, but it still brought a smile to my face.

(Oh…?)

Kate: Did something happen? You look very happy.

Liam: Haha, you’d make a great detective, Kate. Actually—

Liam: I was selected to play Heathcliff in “Wuthering Heights”.

Kate: The main character, Heathcliff? Wow, that's amazing. Congratulations, Liam!

Liam: Mm, thanks. I’m so glad you’re happy about it.

Kate: That congratulations was well deserved. Ah, that’s right, is there anything you want?

(... I just want to know what he wants.)

Liam: Try to guess, Kate.

I tried to think of something Liam could possibly want, but I failed to come to a conclusion.

Kate: You don't have anything you want…?

Liam: :0

Kate: Was that the wrong answer? Sorry, I’m giving in.

Liam: Actually, what I want is for you to come watch “Wuthering Heights” with a ticket from me.

Kate: … That was sneaky.

Liam: Yup, I’m pretty sneaky.

(I thought I could get him a present, but I guess I’m on the receiving end once again.)

(I’ll think about what to get him as a congratulatory gift another time.)

Liam: Hey, Kate. What do you like about “Wuthering Heights”?

(Let me think…)

Kate: I find the characters and the story setting very fascinating, I especially like the form of love between Heathcliff and Catherine.

Liam: The form of love…?

Kate: Catherine has a line that goes “he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same”.

Kate: … No matter how much you love someone, no two people can ever exist as the same being.

Kate: However, like you’ve told me before… perhaps we can be bonded by what’s in the core of our hearts.

Kate: I like it because that's the way things are. It's like a miracle that makes you want to believe in it, isn’t it?

Liam: Hm, It does make me want to believe in it. … I’m glad I asked you this question.

Liam: … I’ll work a lot, a lot harder.

(Come to think of it…)

Kate: I don't think I’ve ever asked why you wanted to be a stage actor, right?

Liam: Are you asking me that as a fairytale writer? Or as Kate?

Kate: Uh…

Kate: Both?

Liam: Fufu, OK! In that case, can I sit down? It's going to be a long story.

With movements as light as a cat’s, Liam sat down next to me and began tugging at the invisible threads of his memories.

Liam: It was two years after I became a member of Crown.

Liam: I was on my way home after completing a mission, and stopped by The Scala…

According to Liam’s words, the performance he chanced upon was so unpopular that there were empty seats everywhere.

Moreover, it was a tragic play where all the characters died at the end of the story.

Liam: But for some reason, it touched my heart greatly. … A similar feeling to a passing rain instantly stopping all of a sudden.

Liam: Tom spotted me standing in the audience in awe and asked me to join the troupe… so here I am.

Kate: So it was a miraculous meeting.

Liam: Indeed. I only watched a play once, and it was during my childhood. I longed to be the one standing on stage.

Liam: I would've forgotten about that if I hadn't stopped by The Scala.

Liam: … I truly love being on stage.

Liam: I don't know how to say this, but when I’m playing my role and giving it my all to act as someone I’m not…

Liam: I feel like I can finally breathe.

Liam: Whenever I thought that it’s not over yet, the curtains would always come back down… and then I hear the audience’s applause.

Liam: That feeling is like being woken up from a dream and being dragged back to reality—

Liam: …

Liam: I’m talking too much, aren't I? This is embarrassing, I’ll stop.

Kate: But—

Liam: Kate, do you want to keep me company while I do a read through of the script? I’ll go get it from my room.

(Ah…)

Liam vanished so quickly, it was as if he were trying to avoid something.

Sitting alone in my now silent bedroom, I recalled what Liam looked like while telling me his story just now.

His side profile had an empty look and it was short-lived, like the stars at dawn.

(I’m sure that… there's a side of Liam I don't know about yet.)

And it was something he wouldn't want me to see so easily.

That was the only thing I was sure of.

…

A few days later, I had Liam’s permission to celebrate him getting a lead role, so I brought him a gift.

Liam: Wow! There's sandwiches, salad, and chicken. There’s sweets too!

I secretly told Liam that Victor helped me with the preparations, so the portions ended up being ginormous.

Kate: I made a lot of food with the help of a “friend”. Please help yourselves, everyone.

Troupe Member: Thank you, Kate. Thank you for the food—!

Liam: I should be the first to eat! Hey, stop stop stop…

Troupe Member: Ahaha even you can make that facial expression. Kate is awesome.

(... I’m glad they like it. I must thank Victor again when I get back.)

After finishing the food, Liam and the rest of the theatre troupe resumed their rehearsals for “Wuthering Heights”.

(Hm…?)

I noticed a new member of the troup sorting through letters in a corner and approached them.

Kate: I can lend you a hand if you don't mind.

Troupe Member: Really? That’d be of great help! I’m opening and sorting through the letters sent to the actors from their fans.

Kate: You’re opening them?

Troupe Member: Yes. Sometimes we receive awful things from some very vehement guests…

(... I don't think I want to know the details.)

While helping them open the letters without asking any further questions, I noticed that many of the letters were addressed to Liam.

Tom told me that Liam had been gaining more fans with every new performance he did.

I was feeling delighted seeing Liam receive so much support, when the troupe member’s hands suddenly stopped.

Kate: Is something the matter?

Troupe Member: This is…

There was a black envelope with Liam’s name written on it, and its contents were—

“— You are a sinner. Admit to your sins and pray that you will cause your own demise.”

(... What is… this…)

Troupe Member: Perhaps it's just a very bad prank to get his attention. Although… i think the sender went overboard.

Kate: … Yeah.

Feeling uneasy, I thought about possibly seeing the letter.

(Liam shouldn't see this letter. It’ll only hurt him.)

Kate: Um, is it alright if I keep this letter and get rid of it…?

Troupe Member: Yes, that would be great. I’m sorry you had to see something so unpleasant, Kate.

As I tucked the letter into my pocket, I overheard Tom and Liam talking.

Liam: I’m sorry, Tom. I just can’t do the part where I have to cry.

Tom: You’re physically incapable of shedding tears, so I don't blame you. You can make up for that part elsewhere. Come, let's do this again from the top.

Liam was shining brightly like a star as he performed in the spotlight.

(Nothing has changed for Liam and I.)

(No change at all. … Although there should be.)

For some reason, the black stains on my heart were spreading gradually.

The indescribable feeling I couldn't get rid of made me frown.

…

The next time, I went to the dining room with Liam as usual for breakfast—

(... Something feels off about the atmosphere here.)

William, Harrison, and Elbert noticed our presence.

Liam: What’s with the heavy atmosphere? Hm? The Shadow?

Harrison: … Yeah.

The Shadow was a popular gossip newspaper.

Liam looked down at the newspaper spread out on the dining table and shrugged.

Liam: I don't like The Shadow. All they do is publish negative articles about people.

Liam: — Did something bad happen?

Elbert: … Yeah.

Elbert: You're a murderer.

(Huh…?)

Liam: Haha, of course I am. I’m a member of Crown, no? Murder is child’s play to me.

Liam: But…

Liam: Only a selected few know that I’m a member of Crown.

(This means that—)

Liam: The article says that… “stage actor Liam killed someone”.

William: Good guess.

Harrison: Liam. This news article…

Harrison: It says that you killed the Evans— every last one of them.

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massivedrickhead · 6 months

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32 for the sleepy prompts please 🥰

32. "Those energy drinks really aren't good for you."

Prompt taken from here

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“Those energy drinks really aren’t good for you.”

Chloe’s voice startled Beca so much that she almost jumped out of her chair.

“Jesus, Chloe,” she said, cleaning up the spilled drops of Red Bull from her desk with a wipe of her sleeve.

Chloe frowned, arms folded across her chest as she raised her eyebrows at her wife. Beca saw her eyeing the numerous cans on her desk.

“These aren’t all from today,” Beca said, hastily sweeping them into her trashcan.

“Uh huh,” Chloe said, clearly not believing her. “They really aren’t good for you, Bec.”

Beca frowned and picked up the can, squinting as she tried to read the nutritional information. “They aren’t? I could have sworn these were full of vitamins or something.”

“Don’t be a smartass when I’m mad at you,” Chloe said.

Beca grinned. “Come on, you can’t stay mad at me.” She took hold of Chloe’s hand and tugged her towards her. “I don’t drink coffee, so this is what I have instead.”

“You’ll be up all night-”

“I won’t,” Beca said, cutting her off. “This stuff doesn’t even really affect me anymore.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better! Your body is so used to all this crap that it’s just built up a tolerance to it!”

“You know, a lot of people in my industry would just smoke crack instead. I think, personally, this is better,” Beca said, trying not to smirk.

“You’re being an ass,” Chloe said. “Here I am, worried about your health, and you aren’t taking me seriously.”

“I’m sorry,” Beca said, tugging at Chloe’s hand again until she was sat in her lap. “Would it make you feel better if I switched to sugar-free?”

Chloe pulled a face. “It would make me feel better if you switched to water.”

“A surefire way of stopping me from falling asleep at my desk,” Beca said, her voice heavy with sarcasm.

“If you slept properly at night, then you wouldn’t be falling asleep at your desk, and if you weren’t drinking seven cans of Red Bull a day, you’d be sleeping properly at night,” Chloe said. “Please, Bec, I’m being serious. Can you try and cut back?”

“Is it genuinely worrying you that much?” Beca asked. Chloe nodded. “Then I’ll cut back.” She picked up the can on her desk. “My last one until tomorrow, I promise.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow.

“My last one until Friday? Saturday? I can’t have one on Saturday?”

“You aren’t working on Saturday, so you don’t need to stop yourself from falling asleep at your desk,” Chloe said. “Your last one until Monday. Unless you want to put that one in the fridge and you can have it tomorrow?”

Beca pulled a face. “Ew, flat redbull, no thanks.” She took a sip and sighed. “My last until Monday. The things I do for you.”

“I’m a very lucky woman,” Chloe said, unable to resist an eye-roll. Chloe got off Beca’s lap so she could let her get back to work.

“You’re going to have to deal with me when I get a headache tonight from withdrawal,” Beca said, turning back to her computer.

“A small price to pay,” Chloe said.

“I’m going to be a real baby about it!”

“I know you are!”

Later that night Chloe was reading a book on the sofa when Beca finally emerged from her office.

“It’s about time,” Chloe said, glancing up as Beca dropped onto the sofa beside her. “Dinner is almost done, are you hungry?”

Beca groaned in response, her head coming to rest on Chloe’s lap.

“Let me guess,” Chloe said. “Headache?”

Beca nodded.

Chloe sighed and started running her fingers through Beca’s hair.

“M’tired,” Beca mumbled. “My head hurts. I’m grumpy.”

Chloe had to fight the urge to chuckle.

“I know,” she said. “Stay here, I’ll get you something.”

Chloe got off the sofa, ignoring Beca’s protests, and went into the kitchen.

She returned with a glass of water and some Advil, before making a trip back to dish up two bowls of mac and cheese.

“Here,” Chloe said. “You’ll feel better once you eat and drink something.”

Beca stirred her fork listlessly around the bowl, feeling vaguely nauseous.

“Eat,” Chloe said again. “I promise it’ll help.”

Beca sighed and took a bite.

When she finished she took two Advil with a swallow of water, and then Chloe frowned at her until she downed the whole glass.

“Thank you,” Chloe said, smiling as Beca immediately put her head back down on her lap. “Feel better?”

“A little,” Beca said. She yawned. “Why am I so tired?”

“I feel like you don’t need me to say it’s because you didn’t drink seven Red Bulls today,” Chloe said.

“Is this just what you feel like all the time?” Beca asked.

“No,” Chloe said with a small chuckle. “But I’m not crashing right now.”

“It’s a good job I never got into actual drugs because this sucks,” Beca grumbled.

“Wow, you really are being a baby about this, huh?” Chloe said.

“Shut up,” Beca said, laughing. “I’m suffering.”

“I know,” Chloe said, running her hand through Beca’s hair. “You’re being really brave.”

“I am,” Beca said.

They sat in silence for a while, Chloe’s hand moving constantly through Beca’s hair, as the TV played quietly in the background.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” Chloe said.

“I’d do literally anything for you, Chlo’,” Beca mumbled. “You should know that by now.”

“Are you falling asleep?” Chloe asked. “It’s 7:30.”

“Just resting my eyes,” Beca said, stifling a yawn.

“I totally believe you.”

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bathroomgirl0024 · 1 year

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Here are some monokuma x reader prompts

Reader that is scared of monokuma but slowly warms up to him.

Monokuma reacting to reader surviving an execution and confessing their feelings

Monokuma walking in on reader changing

How monokuma would react to reader falling asleep hugging him

You can use any of these!!

3:thank you for the prompts!!! I will be doing the last one) (Under the cut because Oh My God I did not expect this to be this long (IT IS VERY LONG). Anyways I am really sorry if this is bad, but please give me criticism to improve on my writing skills)

It was nighttime, you can’t sleep

Every position you tried to sleep in wasn’t making you any more comfortable

You tried stretching, flipping your pillow, and other things you knew that help you in falling asleep

...But, no matter what you did, you weren't able to completely relax

Was it because of the killing game? The thought of someone breaking into your room and...

And...

You shook off that thought and tried to sleep again

but still...

You got off your bed and decide to pace in your room, trying to think about what you could do for sleep.

And then, you had an idea!

You can’t really ask anyone else for this, considering how embarrassing that would be (and you don't know if they'll kill you in your sleep, so best to avoid the chance)

So, you did the next best thing,

”Hey, Monokuma! Get over here!”

...Well, he is a teddy bear

You brace yourselves for the bear to show up

…

...But, for some reason, the bear didn't show up. You guess he's sleeping too, if he even needed sleep-

"My, my, what's this?" The sudden noise made you jump, whirling around to see-, "A midnight rendezvous? Howww interesting~"

"Uh..." Monokuma appeared, standing on your bed and giggling into his paws

"So, why did ya call me at this hour for, huh? Were you going to ask me out on a late night date~?" He rubs the back of his head, acting flattered at the thought. Before you could deny it however, he quickly continued, “Or maybe... You want to kill someone, and you need some help with it?” He giggles again, a “puhuhuhuhu!” escaping his mouth

”No, no, not that,” You respond, trying to find the words to not make this sound weird, “But...Can I...”

“Can you...What? Hurry up, We don’t have all night!” Oh no, He’s starting to get angry. You close your eyes, breath in, and-

“Can I hug you?” You finally ask him

"…” Monokuma arms dropped to his side and he stared at you. You stared back at him. He was so still that he looked like he stopped working, until…

"…Really? That's it?"

“…”

“That's ALL!?” Monokuma snapped, “You call me into your room in the middle of the night, just so you could ask for a hug!?”

You stare at him, saying nothing, which caused Monokuma to start groaning

”Stupid, making me waste my time...,” He grumbles, placing a paw on his forehead in annoyance, which quickly turns into sharp claws , ”First of all, didn’t I tell you already? I am not a teddy bear, I am Monokuma! Mo-no-ku-MA! I’m not some stuffed animal made for snuggling or whatever, so get that through you damn head already, got it?! And another thing,” His face darkens, ”You do know that touching me will get you killed, right?”

”But that only happens if I hurt you, doesn’t it?,” you immediately refute, ”It's against the rules to be violent against you, and I'm not going to be violent. I'm just going to hug you for a while and that's it. Now please just let me do it so I could sleep.”

Monokuma stares at you for while, you wait in anticipation for the answer…

Finally, he sighs, head dropping, and mumbling a small, ”Fine, okay, I'll let you hug me...”

There we go, it worked! You open your mouth to thank him.

And you're immediately cut off as he continues, ”...But in return, you'll have to pay me 150 million dollars!”

What

”What?-”

”This isn't something I'd be doing for free, y’know, I’m just so cute that you‘d have to put a price on it! Besides, that’s just a discount, I’m tens, no, thousands of times more worth than just that!”

You’re in shock, “Are you kidding me? I don’t have that kind of money!”

”Oh, okay then. Guess you won't be getting that hug!” He turns to leave-

”WAIT! Wait...” You try to think of an excuse, “I’ll... pay you after I get out of this place”

”Woah! Really! You’re even considering killing someone for payment. Y-you must be really desperate to touch me!”

”I’m not going to kill anyone, just-just let me hug you.” You're starting to get tired, (maybe it will help you in sleeping...?)

”Okay, okay, sit down...” You sit back down on your bed, watching Monokuma waddle over (almost tripping) and place himself onto your lap like a seat, “I’ll let you hug me for a while, but if you try something, you know what's gonna happen~”

You ignore him, noticing that he was slightly heavy. Must be the robot parts...

You wrap your arms around the bear and pull him close, while he blushes and cups his cheeks

”Kyaaaa~! Doesn't being held in someone’s arms just feel wonderful~?”

Still ignoring him, you lay down and try to relax (...Which was kind of ironic, considering your holding a walking murder machine for some shut eye). You can hear some sounds of the motors and gears inside him, but it's kind of hard to listen to it, considering the soft, fluffy skin-fur covering it, muffling the sounds. He was also... kind of warm, and... smelled, like vanilla, and...and...

…

”...(Y/N)?” Monokuma turned his head to look at you, ”Hey, (Y/N), You there...? Did you fall asleep or somethin’”

After receiving no response, he turned himself completely so he could get a better angle at you face. Surely enough...

”Oh,” He quietly says, “Guess I’m just so soft and cuddly that I could just put anyone to sleep!” He snickers, “but I’m pretty surprised! Asking me of all people to do something like this, maybe you really do have feelings for me, hmm? Not that I’d blame you, of course...” He coos as he pinches your cheek, which results in your face twitching but no response

Monokuma looks around, and to your arms gently holding him, “Oh well, I guess I’ll be sleeping over...” He stretches and rests a side of his face to your chest, rubbing his cheek against it to make himself more comfortable, “G’night, sleep tight…or whatever…”

For the rest of the night, there was peaceful silence (Aside from the weird snoring Monokuma was making)

Bonus (Because I took too long for this stuff):

You woke up from your slumber

It seemed that... hugging Monokuma helped in your sleeping after all!

That’s... kind of a weird thing to think about-

”Riseee and Shineee, Ursine~” You jump, again, and whipped your attention to your side where Monokuma was standing, looming over you, “Looks like you finally woke up! And your morning face looks pretty good too! Not perfect, but pretty good!”

You sit up, watching the bear with his arms behind his back, “Oh, good… morning, monokuma. Were, were you here since-"

"Of course!” he beams, “I got too tired to leave and decided to keep you company instead~ Besides, I’ve been really lonely these days, everyone is just so mean to me! And you’re the only one who’s done something nice to me ( >_<)!”

How did he-nevemnind, he continues, “…But anyway, I actually did leave for a bit and came back with something for you, think of it as a gift from me, Aren’t I so generous~”

He reveals the thing he was hiding behind his back, and-!

...and throws it at your face

It’s a plush replica of Monokuma

“Whenever you have any trouble sleeping, feel free the hug this amazing life-sized Monokuma doll! It’s almost like the real thing, almost!”

You look down at the stuffed animal on your lap, picking it up to look at it closer, it looks, actually no, was just like Monokuma, but with a dead stare on its face. It’s also less heavy than him, probably because it was completely full of stuffing, and with no metal and wires in it.

You pulled it into a hug, gently holding it in your arms like you did with the real one. It was soft, and warm, and smelled like vanilla, too.

You focused on the Monokuma doll for a while, enjoying the comfort it brought, to the point that you almost forget the real one was still in your room, “Now what do we say after receiving a gift-"

"Thank you, Monokuma," You quickly respond, “I… really appreciate it."

He stares at you for a moment, watching you cuddle the plush and lay back down. He turns and jumps off your bed, “Well, I guess I’ll be going now…” He waddles to the door, making oddly cute noises with every step, along with the sound of the door creaking open.

Until those noises stops, and you hear Monokuma's voice once again, “Oh, and by the way, that will be an extra 80 dollars along with the 150 million! So ya better pay up for both em!” The door finally slams shut, but not before Monokuma's cackles about how “filthy rich!” he was going to be

You try your best to ignore the now horribly large debts you owe to the bear now, and decide to rest again, this time holding your newly-received present

Maybe you’ll have 5-, 10 more minutes of sleep before fully waking up.

#Danganronpa x reader #Monokuma x reader #Sorry if this is bad I took so long ughg #ALSO Pls give criticism also so I could improve #also fun fact the 80 dollar thing is a reference to the big s.omthing plush from the o.mocat store #Anyways yea #done with this

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Heyya! First of all, I have to say that I'm the biggest fan of your work. I've read when you test your transfer proof lipstick on them and I fell in love with it instantly. Sooo, I wonder, if you can do part 2 with Ushijima and Matsukawa😁😁 Thanks in advance!!❤

First of all Thank you so much for the kind words, I'm really happy that you liked the piece. I will gladly accept your challenge!

Haikyuu boys when you test your transferproof lipstick on them

Includes: Ushijima Wakatoshi, Issei Matsukawa

Warning: just fluff; reader is gender neutral; slightly suggestive on Matsun's part; bold reader; some light cussing as always;

Part 1

Ushijima Wakatoshi

You could freely say that the day was a success! You finally got the promotion you were dreaming of! It was safe to say that you were on the ninth cloud!

So, in order to celebrate your victory, you decided to treat yourself and finally go and buy that lipstick you've been eyeing for what it seemed to be eons! It didn't really sit well in your budget so you were reluctant at first, no matter how everyone else claimed that it was all worth it. All of the makeup artists and your friends seemed to love it, they said that it stayed all day without transferring and smudging, all that without having any harmful chemicals in it too! So it was safe to say you were beyond tempted.

So now that you had a perfect reason to spoil yourself, you made your way to the store and finally purchased the said product.

As soon as you payed the price you rushed to the mirror and immediately applied it on, and gosh you were in love! It sat so naturally on you and had such sophisticated look too! You were absolutely in love and you were sure your boyfriend would love it too!

You felt so confident, it felt like you were on the runway walking to your shared home, and you also felt like everyone's attention was on you. You felt like a movie character!

You walked in your house, feeling as giddy as ever. You could barely wait to see your boyfriend, you really felt like showing off.

"Toshi!" You called to the empty space. The house looked unusually quiet. "Baby?" You called once again but once again no answer. You walked in the livingroom and found your boyfriend sleeping soundlessly on a couch.

How your heart managed to survive your shirtless boyfriend who seemed fresh out of the shower and in pair of grey sweatpants was a wonder to you.

No matter how excited you felt to tell him exciting news you still pondered if it was worth it. He looked really tired. But when you noticed the untouched food on the counter you reconsidered. You felt bad now, he must have waited for you to come so you two could eat together and must have fallen asleep.

You smiled fondly and started lazily stroking his hair. He must have liked it because he leaned in against your touch. Your smile grew wider, he was so adorable! It was still a wonder how a person who looked so intimidating and serious could be so cute and precious?

Unable to help yourself, you started littering his face with kisses, so that you could slowly coax him out of his slumber. And soon enough he did stir a little.

"Hello baby," you mused quietly when he finally opened his eyes and gave him another kiss, his gaze immediately softened. Ushijima slowly looked you up and down and grabbed you. Making you basically fall on him. You chuckled and hugged him back, feeling content with being basked in fresh smell of his showergel and aftershave, no wonder you couldn't resist yourself earlier to kiss him. "You feel tired Pretty boy?"

He nodded his head, "yeah," he sounded so groggy "don't mind that. Tell me about your day. Did your boss finally talk to you?! I was waiting for you but I guess I fell asleep." You grinned and after giving him a loud smooch you decided to break the silence and announce the joyful truth!

"I got promoted!" You cheered dramatically as you felt suddenly overtaken by joy again. "You have no idea how happy I am! I've been waiting for this one for ages!"

"I'm really glad darling. You worked really hard for it." He stroked your cheek lovingly, his low husky voice sent shivers down your spine, you gave him biggest smile you could muster, which made the corner of his mouth curl up slightly.

He straightened up and now you were straddling his lap. "I think we should celebrate darling. What do you feel like doing?" Your grin widened even more if it was possible.

"I was thinking we could dine together, maybe watch some movies while we cuddle? Nothing over the top." You stroked his hair.

"Whatever you want darling," he eyed you for a second. "Did you get a new lipstick?"

"I did!" You chipped loudly feeling happy that he noticed. "Do you like it pretty boy?"

"I do. It suits you quite well. Was it the one you said you were eyeing?"

"Yeah it is! And it's supposed to be tranferproof too..."You stammered for a second, jumped up and ran to the nearest mirror leaving your really confused boyfriend on the couch. " It is transfer proof that's so cool! I basically kissed your face away earlier!" You felt beyond excited.

"I think that it is a little smudged tho, we should make sure. Why don't you test it again?" Ushijima quietly suggested while averting his eyes. He was so cute!

Your lipstick looked as flawless as ever, but it was cute for him to ask more kisses that way. Well... Who were you to say no to that?

Matsukawa Issei

It was past midnight, you and Issei were up cleaning the house after sending the guests away after long hours of partying. You were the birthday baby after all!

You looked around and saw that you were done with your part of the living room. Grinning proudly you went to the pile of presents that were just calling your name!

You looked around and picked the first present which was from your best friend, and when you opened the neat packaging you couldn't help but laugh out loud. It was a set of liquid lipsticks from your favorite brand. And as the note from your best friend said, it was supposed to be transferproof and save you from the headache called Makki.

Now it was a funny story. The whole ordeal with the lipstick started when your relationship with Issei became a public knowledge and all because of lipstick mishap. When you and Issei started dating you decided to take things slow, so, for a while, you were dating in secret. And no one had a clue you two were together for months! Both of you turned out to be great actors, and dating in secret, you were not going to lie, was actually really fun and exciting.

Your cover only got blown off when you and Issei were alone in a room making out with each other and you got busted by makki. You would have played it off if only your lipstick wasn't smudged all over your and Issei's lips and it wasn't a nude color too. That fucker Makki also managed to snatch a photo in that moment, so, it was safe to say that that picture was all over the internet. And neither of your friends were willing to shut up about it. It was funny of your friend to get you this.

You went to the mirror and started applying the most sexy looking one and lets just say the results were beyond shocking. Your lips were looking so plump and appealing you almost couldn't recognize them. Whoever made this lipstick sure as hell knew what they were doing. If you could you would definitely kiss yourself, and speaking of kisses you knew a perfect prey for them.

You sneaked your way towards your boyfriend who was drying the dishes. You smiled fondly at him, only he would manage to look this appealing while simply drying the dishes.

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged his back tightly. Matsun halted for a second but he quickly put his free hand on top of yours.

"Hey baby, miss me?" Matsun turned around in your hold and hugged you tightly.

"I did," you hummed as you relaxed into the touch. "Thanks for helping me out with house baby, it would have taken me ages to clean all that up." You admitted while kissing his neck softly, feeling comfortable to be basked in the soft smell of alcohol and his cologne.

"No problem little one," he put the towel down and led you two to the couch, you snug in his lap. You smiled at him and started littering kisses wherever you pleased. Issei chuckled softly and let you do as you pleased.

Issei raised his eyebrow, "you're quite bold today aren't ya?" You chuckled.

"Maybe, but you don't seem to mind it." Issei's smirk grew bigger as he wrapped his hands around your waist and grabbed .

"That's for sure. Why don't you give me more kisses pretty one?" His husky voice sent shivers down your spine, he was clearly taunting you, but you were not going to give up.

You smirked, "come here then pretty baby." You leaned in and kissed him as passionately as you could, your hands tight around his neck and into his hair. Issei's grip on you only tightened and he held you as close as you could, returning the kiss with the same passion and vigor, making you almost melt against him.

After a couple of seconds you leaned back, Issei almost immediately chased after your lips but you didn't let him kiss you, which made him grumble lowly.

"Be patient love, just got to check something." You pecked him again and leaned back to eye him carefully. He didn't have any lipstick on him! And when you leaned away to grab your phone, which, by the way, got you pinched on your sides, you were beyond amazed. Your lipstick looked as fresh as ever! "It didn't smudge!'

"Care to elaborate love?" Issei looked beyond irritated, you chuckled softly and slid your fingers through his hair.

"Let's just say that my new lipstick is actually transferproof on top of being really pretty" You proudly puckered your lips.

Issei rolled his eyes and smushed your cheeks, making your lips pucker up even more and brought you in for another kiss.

"I will be the judge of that doll." He grumbled against your lips and sealed them again ever so passionately.

This night was sure going to be exciting.

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comingyourlugubriousness · 1 year

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"Training Mode" (Yume Ume x Idia Shroud)

Day 3: Caressing Face/ Soulmate Au/ "I can't believe it..." This is actually some casual sap I wrote for fun a while ago! Thought I would switch it up and do a fic this day. I feel like this can go for any of these prompts if you look at it different ways. Length: 2k Genre: Pure Fluff and Sap

(The Greek translations were done in google translate, so sorry if they're wrong!)

OC x Canon Week

The first thing Yume noticed upon coming to consciousness was warmth. They took a deep breath. Their clarity increased as they felt the soft cozy texture of the blankets they were cocooned in and the gentle warmth from someone next to them. The next thing they noticed was small chimes. Rhythmic taps of a familiar sounding mobile game Yume couldn’t remember the name of. Each quiet sound cue was accompanied by a small jostling of the person next to them as they clicked the screen. Idia. Yu’s mind finally supplied and they took another deep breath; this time the familiar scent of their boyfriend and his pomegranate soap washing over them. Their body relaxed into the bed.

It's late. Yu realized mundanely, deducing that they must have fallen asleep while staying over the night. It wasn’t uncommon with their condition for them to just wake up randomly throughout the night. Though, usually it was accompanied by a strange dream or residual feelings they couldn’t quite remember; but it seems like they were spared of that this time. They’d probably be able to fall back asleep soon as long as they didn’t move too much.

Without opening their eyes or moving they took stock of their surroundings. Their limbs were stretched out over the mattress; and they could tell even without opening their eyes or moving that they were sprawled out over Idia. His gentle warm breath tickled their face; where they were tucked in against his neck. Oh geez, they were probably crushing him, they knew they both tended to gravitate towards each other when sleeping, but still it must be uncomfortable for him. And Yu knew he wouldn’t dare “commit the grievous sin” of pushing them off, as he put it. They held back a smiled at the memory.

Carefully, to not let Idia know they were awake, they turned over in bed, rolling off of Idia’s chest and arm to the free space to their right. It was much colder, but that was a small price to pay for their boyfriend's comfort. They sighed, content to lay on the cooler side of the bed as they drifted back to unconsciousness.

“Hm?” Idia made a noise in the back of his throat, and the sound effects from the game stopped. The bed shook slightly like it did when he dropped his phone on it and a second later Yume felt large slender hands in their shoulders. Yume forced themselves to relax, keeping their body deadweight to keep up the façade.

With practiced ease Idia turned their body back over to face him; pulling them closer. Yu felt him cradling their head, before he softly laid their cheek to his chest. They felt his long arm curl around their back, keeping them close as he grabbed their leg and hiked it over his hip; intertwining their bodies. Pulling Yume even further on top of him than before.

Oh.Yume’s heart squeezed at the tender actions and they tried not to let it show on their face.

Idia fussed over them a little longer, taking care to adjust their sleep shirt where it had rode up, pulling the blanket back up over them, and tucking the curls that fell in their face. His hands were warm for once and they lingered, languidly caressing along Yume’s skin with each affectionate touch. Eventually he settled on having one hand holding Yu’s lower back and the other lazily playing with their curls. Yu couldn’t see him, but they could feel his eyes on them, so they tried to keep their face as passive as possible...

“...Yume…are you awake…?” Idia asked.

SHIT! Yume screamed internally, but doubled down keeping their breathing even and body limp.

A few lengthy moments of silence passed…

“Mm…guess you aren’t…good to know you don’t snore every night.” He muttered. Yume could hear the grin in his tone as he fiddled with their earlobe. Yume’s next breath was a sigh of relief, but Idia didn’t seem to notice, continuing to talk to them.

“I-I don’t mind it though.” He added quickly, as if he was having an actual conversation with them. “It kind of makes you rumble when I hold you…like a big kitty cat purring. Hehe~” He cooed, switching his hand in their hair to a petting motion. Yume managed to hold in a laugh, but Idia didn’t stop there. He went on seeming to ramble about whatever came to mind:

“Tbh it’s still kinda hard to be on your sleep schedule, sorta, but I think I’m starting to get used to it…it’s cool waking up with you…”

“New DLC for Crystal Hearts got announced…I’ll have to make you play through the story so you can be all caught up with me and Ortho…”

“I’ve been thinking about making new gear for Ortho, since the “plague of the Ramshackle event”, maybe some type of cooking gear…maybe I’ll get him to download a few homemade soup recipes just in case…”

“I’m glad you haven’t had any nightmares lately…or at least I don’t think you have. Y-you haven’t mentioned it-!...Maybe I should have asked….I hope you haven’t…”

As he went on Yume struggled to not react to his cute sleepy tangents, hiding their face in his neck. They noticed that he seemed pretty comfortable talking to them while they were “asleep”, and wondered if this wasn’t the first time he's done it.

“Mm...I guess I can ask Yu when they're actually awake…” Idia mumbled, trailing off into a yawn. Then he sighed contently, his body sinking a little deeper into the bed. Then there was silence. It stretched out from seconds into minutes and Yume’s senses began to dull again as they lulled into a comfortable haze of security in Idia’s arms. They were almost on the brink of falling back asleep, when Idia suddenly spoke.

“Yume…I…I…” Idia whispered, bringing Yu’s attention back to him. He cut himself off and Yu felt him swallow nervously. Their curiosity overtook their drowsiness and they focused on Idia.

“I mean-Yu knows-, you know I-l…” He trailed off again, sighing. “...C’mon Idia this is just the beginner stage…! No, not even! Its training mode-! Ugh.” He quietly scolded himself. A few moments passed and then Yume felt a cool hand caress their face as Idia touched the apple of their cheek gently with his finger tips, then he took a deep breath and spoke again.

“Σημαίνεις τόσα πολλά για μένα.” He choked out, then let out a deep breath that he’d been holding, sounding relieved, as if he got something heavy off his chest. Yu furrowed their brow slightly, confused for a moment, wondering if they were so tired they completely misheard him. Idia continued, his hand on their back rubbing small circles now.

“Idk… I feel like words aren’t enough…saying it just seems like too much and typing it out is too little…but I know it will make you happy…because it makes me happy when you say these kinds of things…maybe I’m just easy…” He mumbled. “...In my homeland we have all kinds of over the top sappy sayings. Stuff like-!” He cleared his throat.

“‘Το να είμαι μαζί σου είναι το αγαπημένο μου μέρος!’ And ‘Εκατό καρδιές θα ήταν πολύ λίγες για να κρατήσουν όλη την αγάπη μου για σένα!’” He whispered dramatically, his hand coming off Yume’s back as he gestured. This time Yu focused more and realized they were words, another language? They couldn’t place it in their tired state…

A second later Idia gagged.

“Cringe right?” He deadpanned, slipping his hand under Yu’s shirt to rub their bare back. His hands were cold again. Yume internally rolled their eyes and held back a smile at his unsubtle stealing of their warmth.

“…But there is one saying that…kinda does makes me think about you sometimes…” He yawned, shifting in bed. “Wanna know what it is?” He asked. Yu gave no answer, but he obviously wasn’t expecting one.

“Αν έπρεπε να ζήσω τη ζωή μου ξανά, θα σε έβρισκα νωρίτερα.” He said clearly and carefully.

It was strange, but not unpleasant, hearing Idia’s voice without knowing what was being said. When he wasn’t stuttering or nervous his voice was actually a very smooth and soothing low tone. Still Yu wished they knew what he was saying it felt…important. Idia spoke again.

“Cheesy right?...But…” He trailed off. Through their closed eyelids Yume saw the dim light of Idia’s hair shift, from a blue glow into a pink one.

“I…feel the same about Yume…” Idia whispered, then let out a nervous giggle.

“It’s funny-! Before the Star Sending there must have been times I passed by Yu and didn’t even notice…! Didn’t even care…!” Although the sentence was spoken casually Yume could hear just an edge of panic in his voice as he spiraled into a faster speaking cadence. “What if we never got chosen for the star sending…would we have really even met…?!” Because of how close they were cuddling Yume could literally feel the shiver that ran up his spine.

”A-actually I guess there's no point in thinking about it now…” He muttered, in a calmer tone, taking a deep breath to collect himself. Yu could feel him anxiously bunching up the back of their sleep shirt.

“Είναι τρομακτικό… Δεν έχω νοιαστεί για κανέναν εκτός από τον Ortho για τόσο καιρό…” He said with a gloomy tone. Then sucked his teeth.

“Honestly, when I think about it, it's pretty annoying, how much Yu interfered with my life!” He huffed. Then in a much more docile tone.

“But I can’t really complain, can I…? Cuz…well… it's obvious by now isn’t it…?” He asked, sounding almost exasperated. Yu felt him shift, lifting their head and placing it on their shared pillow. A second later they felt his nose brush against theirs, and the gentle brushes of the warm ends of his hair ticking their face.

“Σε αγαπώ.” he breathed out, whispering the words like a treasured secret. Then he went on, the words giving him more confidence to continue.” …λατρεία μου, αγάπη μου, αστέρι μου, Yume μου…!” He went on softly bumping their noses and mummering the words close to their lips. “Δεν σου αξίζω…” He sighed, pressing his forehead to theirs. “Sorry…it’s taking me so long to say it…b-but you keep telling me to go at my own pace right? I think you would tell me it's okay…and Y-yu promised…you said you’d wait till I was ready…” He said pulling away.

Yume couldn’t take it anymore, they peeked open their eyes. Their vision blurred a little before coming into focus. Like they thought Idia was close to them, only inches from their face. Though currently, he had his hand covering his eyes. His face was flushed and the ends of his hair tinted pretty pink. Yume smiled. They didn’t know exactly what Idia was saying, but from the bit of context, tone, actions and blush on his face. It must be something sappy he was mortified to say aloud, even when he thought they weren’t listening.

Carefully, while he wasn’t paying attention to them, they shifted. Feigning a sleepy sluggish motion, they aimlessly grabbed in his direction and cuddled into his sleep shirt.

Idia made a noise of surprise. His body tensed up as he froze at the action. He stayed like that, holding his breath for a few tense seconds out of fear of them waking up. Which was very silly to Yume considering he was talking and touching them for the past few minutes.

Once he was satisfied they wouldn’t wake up he sighed relaxing and wrapping his arms back around them. Then quickly he pulled their shared blanket back, shimmying and adjusting Yume back to laying comfortably on top of him.

In Yume’s mind a video of two otters cuddling that Yuuta showed them popped into their head; they smiled.

“...I won’t make you wait much longer…I swear on all my main accounts…!” Idia whispered, giving Yume one more squeeze before resting his head atop theirs.

The comfortable silence stretched on and Idia’s hair dimmed into the usually faint glow as he fell asleep.

Yume huffed out an amused breath, taking in the last bizarre few minutes. It almost didn’t feel real; like a dream; something they only half remembered in the hazily liminal A.M. hours. What language was he speaking? What was he saying? Yume tried to hang on to their own thoughts but already they were fading away as their eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

They pinched their eyes shut trying to think back to any of the words Idia said. They could only remember one, αγάπη. They had no idea what it meant, but they heard him say it a few times when he spoke. At the very least it was a place to start researching tomorrow.

They chanted the word in their head over and over; hoping they wouldn’t forget it as they slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

#idia shroud #oc x canon #oc x canon week 2023 #oc x canon week #mywriting #twst fic #disney twisted wonderland #yume ume #yume x idia #idia x oc #this is pure sap tbh #yuusona #twst oc #twisted wonderland #nightlight and starshine #💀⭐

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lucysweatslove · 11 months

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Updates regarding ADHD diagnosis and treatment!

The neuropsychologist finally billed me. By this, I mean I guess I was technically billed over a week ago, but I never received an email or any communication about said bill. I decided to log in to the portal yesterday to check, and I saw the invoice was just sitting there. It’s still ridiculous that the whole thing cost me $360, more ridiculous that thousands was billed to insurance, and also annoying that I could’ve had my report this last week if I had received communication that I was invoiced and had a balance to pay. But, at least it’s done, and I should hopefully have the full report sometime this upcoming week.

My insurance apparently did have an issue with the Strattera and did require a PA. I thought it needed that, then they filled it but my Wellbutrin was delayed which took another week… I ended up picking them both up at the start of June, and the pharmacy tech was all “oh it looks like insurance still needs a prior authorization for the atomoxetine.” She pressed some buttons and then it went through, only a $10 copay which is fine, but I got a mail letter for insurance recently basically stating that my medication had required a preauth and oh yeah a 30 day supply retails for over $1000?? But then it’s on the formulary and the “discount price” is only $68.30. It’s just weird to me that the pharmacy / pharmaceutical companies can say it’s basically $34.50/day (that’s $17.25 for ONE single capsule) if you don’t have insurance. Random rant- while I think insurance is great in general I wish routine healthcare was much more affordable without it and insurance could be used for the “oh shit” moments. Like car insurance- it doesn’t pay for gas or routine maintenance or new tires or whatever but will if you get into an accident (although I will say, gas is expensive but at least it’s not $34.50/day expensive). Yeah programs like goodrx exist and are great, but if anybody can use those, why the exorbitant pricing up front? Why not just… make things accessible? The people who need the lower prices the most are those who can’t afford insurance, may not have access to goodrx / maybe wouldn’t even know about it… idk.

Anyway I started the Strattera last week- maybe Wednesday? I can’t remember the exact day now. I’m only taking 18mg which is a pretty low dose but I am getting annoying side effects already. Hypersomnulence during the daytime (literally like 2hr long naps that I can’t fight off midday), but then sleep maintenance insomnia at night where I wake up at like 4AM, still tired, but I can’t fall back asleep easily. Also an increase in general aches (ironic to me as duloxetine, which also has norepi function, is often used for some chronic pain), headaches, and horrible tummy troubles (feels like the food poisoning all over again). Those could be related to my period though- it’s just worse than what I normally experience in my cycle. Thankfully I haven’t noticed any real effect on my heart- I don’t feel weird or fluttery which was a concern I had. But alsoX I don’t notice any effect yet on my executive functioning, which makes sense since it isn’t an instant medication and the normal starting dose for adults is 40mg (so I’m taking literally less than half of that). I am still trying it out, holding out hope that side effects will stop enough that I can increase the dose and try 36mg for a week or so before I see the psych NP next, but I’m not optimistic it’s going to be a good, effective medication for me.

#personal #adult adhd #adhd #medication #adhd diagnosis #why does healthcare suck so much here #and why is my body so stupidly sensitive to all kinds of medication

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forbidden-creepypasta · 3 months

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In the Dark

For your consideration, my first creepypasta. If this merits posting on the main site, feel free! Reactions much appreciated.

In the Dark

My twin brother Chris and I drove cross-country this summer. We planned to do it in a week. We had each just finished our freshman year of college. Suddenly we had friends all across the country, and since we had nothing else to do over the summer we thought we’d visit them. We partied through Delaware, into Ohio, heading west, planning to spend a few weeks with our friend Ted in San Francisco by the end of June. We called it “The Wu Brothers’ Great Adventure” or “Chris and Stephen’s Bogus Journey.” We took turns driving and fought over the iPod.

On Wednesday we found ourselves crossing Iowa. Fields rolled to our sides; occasionally a hill would rear above us. We had stayed with a friend in Chicago the day before and had gotten a very late, hungover start. It was midnight by the time we hit the center of the state and we were both dragging. Chris’ head rested against the window and I could see he was falling asleep. It was about time to get gas, maybe some coffee.

I took an offramp at random and we drove beside the highway for a mile, two miles. Chris had sat up and was watching with half-shut eyes. Up ahead we could see a gas station, a pool of orange light in the flat darkness. It was old-fashioned, local, but it had gas pumps out front and the lights were on in the convenience store. Just past midnight we couldn’t ask for better.

Chris went off to the bathroom as I filled the car. Insects hummed in the night, I guess grasshoppers. They made a lulling, tidal chorus. I blinked as I held the handle of the gas hose. Regular was only $1.99 here, I saw. I read the price sign over and over the way you do when you’re sleepy and there’s nothing else to distract you.

When the tank was full I headed inside to pay. The place looked a little rough – just a sign that said “GAS” over the door. The window was flyspecked. Brown filth streaked the linoleum floor, like someone had mopped it halfheartedly. A fluorescent light hummed, adding its voice to the insect chorus from outside. White metal shelves stood forlornly empty. I could see dust outlines where they must have once held food or magazines or something. The cash register was in a little plastic cubicle, also hard-used and grimy. No cashier in sight. Past the register a door opened into the garage, which was dark. Next to the door stood a vending machine, lit up pink.

I rang the bell for the cashier and walked over to the machine. When I drive, I tend to eat greasy road food and I was hoping for some Combos. The machine looked like it had a printed sticker over the glass front, a pink, wavy pattern. Up close it proved to be completely stuffed with what looked like hamburger meat. A light pink fluid dripped out of the slot on the bottom, pooling beneath it. “ENJOY!” said the sign at the top. As I turned away strong, clammy hands grabbed me and a black plastic bag slipped over my head.

When I woke up I was on a concrete floor , staring up into a bare lightbulb. My arms and legs burned horribly. I struggled to a sitting position and saw that someone had tightened hose clamps neatly just below each of my knees and just above my elbows. I don’t know if you’ve ever used hose clamps – they’re very useful for plumbing and duct work. They’re a thin metal band with a little gear attached to it – you can use a screwdriver to turn the gear to get the band good and tight. Someone had done this to me, stripped me to my underwear, and fitted these clamps around my arms and legs, and tightened them until they cut raw circles into my flesh. I could move my arms and legs but they were simultaneously numb and burning. A slow ooze of blood crept past the metal bands, which were so new and shiny that I could see my terrified face in them. They kept me there for ten days.

When Chris and I were little my parents would leave us with our grandmother. We’re Chinese, but as you can tell from Chris’ name my family converted to Christianity (Lutheran, if you’re interested). My grandmother, who had grown up in mainland China, stayed a Buddhist, and she only spoke Chinese. My brother and I were both basically bilingual, so we would sit and listen while my grandmother told us Buddhist parables and stories from the old country. She taught us a few prayers, including one to the Amida Buddha, and for some reason as I lay on that filthy floor and listened to the screams I began repeating it to myself.

By then I think five or six hours had gone by. I had seen our captors. They wore shapeless, ruddy robes, and they shuffled on tiny, short legs. It could have been comical if they hadn’t been monsters. They were made, from what I could see, of gross, marbled flesh, livid, dead-looking, with yellow fat giving some of it a greasy shine. They were shaped like men, and they had powerful, thick arms and four-fingered hands. Their heads proceeded directly from their body in a bulge of muscle – they had no necks, and their only facial feature was a circular, putrid maw in the center of their heads. Their skin was loose over their muscles but stiff and awkward – they wore it like ill-fitting clothes. The reek was indescribable.

And they were cruel, but in a totally impersonal way. There was something automatic about their movements, the swift, unhesitating way they would select one of us, sling us onto the metal table and, with an ordinary chef’s knife, excise our blue, throbbing, numb arms and legs. They were very strong, hacking the knife through bones and joints with one or two efficient movements. They pushed the severed limbs off the table and they lay in gory heaps on the floor. I saw them work through dozens of us – men, women. A boy who couldn’t have been more than fifteen. Some they killed.

I didn’t see what they did after they crippled their victims. They would carry the screaming, oozing torsos down the hall into another room. Once I saw them cut out all of a man’s teeth. Once one of them came in with a withered, emaciated torso attached to a metal harness. He held it like a workman would hold a toolbox. The torso’s head had been scooped out above the eyes, his skull halved, and a metal plate riveted over the void. His mouth disappeared beneath a metal grille, wired into his cheek muscles. The monster walked briskly past us with his horrid burden, opened a door at the end of the chamber and passed through. I never saw it again.

I lay there praying to the Buddha on the tenth day and one of the monsters turned towards me, almost like it was listening. I had never seen one of them do this before. By that point I was fairly certain I would lose my arms and legs even if they didn’t cut them off – they were numb, bright blue, swollen. I breathed in wet gasps. I had soiled myself. I couldn’t sit up or even wiggle my fingers. I kept praying, my voice hoarse and ghostly. The monsters, as I said, usually ignored noise of any kind. Pleading, screams, threats, flailing with our numbed limbs, nothing got a reaction from them. But this one watched me, though of course it lacked eyes, and it came over and crouched, its bloated hands on the floor in front of it, and it spoke.

“I knew him,” it said. It was speaking Chinese. Its voice was like an old man’s. I was shaking uncontrollably. The smell was indescribable. The thing’s breath was cold.

“I knew Dharmakara before he became a monk. He was a wheelwright. You pray to him as the Amida Buddha now.” He put his paw on my shoulder and leaned closer, like a friend sharing an anecdote in a bar. I still have the purple-yellow mark from those claws. Where it touched me my flesh is spongy and inflamed.

“What?” I asked. The thing’s mouth worked. I could see raw red muscle behind the slack lips, if you could call that circular flap lips.

“We began our work many many years ago. We were sorcerers in the foothills of the high mountains. A holy man, a Bodhisattva, came to us. He asked us why we caused so much suffering. This vile world is bad enough, he told us, why do you prey on others? The wheel of dharma will turn for you as well, he taught us. We let him leave and we thought. We held a congress in our caves that we lit with fat lamps. The greatest one of us, Nanygaal Shurang, had listened closely to the holy man.

The world is very wicked, Shurang told us, but it is not wholly wicked. The wheel of reincarnation turns only for those who have not yet exhausted their dharma, only for those who have hope and who wish to ascend to the pure land of Nirvana. Our wickedness is only temporary. We may torture and degrade, and prey on the poor people, but the wheel of dharma turns as long as there is light in the world.

Who can stop the wheel of dharma? We cannot, though we know the Nine Ways and the Path of Blood. Only the Buddha can stop the wheel and end the game of rebirth. Yet he watches the striving of men and he urges them to compassion. When will the Buddha turn away? When the world is wholly wicked. When we have made it wholly wicked. But we are few people! We live in these foothills and though we control many powers and many unclean spirits we cannot plunge the world into wickedness.

Yet what causes wickedness? He asked as the light played within the caves and as we sat or stood with our staves of bone and our skins and our beads.

Suffering causes wickedness, Shurang told us. So we must cause suffering. So for years we caught men and placed them in our caves and held them, and after many years we had many men, and then we created so much suffering. After the first few weeks we began to joke. This was work! We sorcerers, who usually sat in our caves and commanded spirits, had to grow strong muscles as we cut and crushed! Shurang prayed to the Buddha, as we worked. He asked the Buddha, oh boundless one, do you see this terrible suffering we have caused? Do you feel the taint of wickedness we have placed upon the world? Will you not stop the turning of the wheel, in your perfect compassion? The Buddha did not answer.

But something else answered. A thing in the dark of the samsara, the evil delusion of our world. It was the voice of suffering itself. We serve it now.”

He picked me up, then, and cradled me in his arms like an infant, and he walked me around those cold, filthy corridors, and he showed me what they were doing, what they had been doing for thousands of years. Afterwards he took the clamps off my limbs and put something like a white, wriggling bone into them. The pain was unbelievable but after a while I could stand and move my fingers again.

“My brother?” I asked, “can I see my brother.” The thing stood silent. There were stairs behind me and I left. It was early morning and my car sat at the pump. I got in it and drove. For a while I thought I was going to become like them. Where the thing had touched me the flesh is dead, purulent, sloughing off in stringy pieces. But only where the thing touched me. It’s not spreading. I think I will just die. I don’t expect anyone to believe this. I went back to the station, which is the hardest thing I have ever had to do, and it was ordinary. They treated me like I was crazy. They could see the blood and pus through my shirt. I don’t know what to do. I should kill myself. I don’t want to know if there is anything after this life.

Credit to: Gilgameshback

#creepypasta #horror microfiction #creepy stories #horror fiction

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wandaswigglywoes · 2 years

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Mitchsen or Staubrey—-with a vampire Aubrey.

no idea what this is nik, but i appreciate you immensely. i am v rusty and if everyone seems as ooc as i feel like they are im also v sorry about that jslkfjlksfjlks here ya go~

Beca wakes very slowly, her thoughts jumbled like a word scramble. At first, she doesn't remember falling asleep, or what she had even been doing before falling asleep in the first place.

And then it hits her.

She sits up with a jolt, only to grab at her head and groan, eyes slamming back shut.

"Careful," Someone lilts, sending a surge of panic through Beca. "I had to give you some of my blood, but you're still going to feel out of it."

What? Blood? Why blood? Beca keeps her eyes shut as she works to bring up her last memory.

"Here, drink this," The voice says. It sounds oddly familiar. Beca finally forces herself to open her eyes, only to gasp at the person that greets her. "Hello, Beca," Aubrey Posen says, smiling lightly in amusement. "Welcome back to the living–or, I guess in my case, the living dead."

Beca just blinks owlishly, unable to really process the fact that Aubrey is sitting next to her, holding out a glass of water. What's more astonishing is the fact that after nearly a decade of being a missing persons, she looks the same as she did that last day that Beca saw her.

"It's been a while." Aubrey says, when Beca still hasn't said anything.

Finally, Beca numbly takes the glass from Aubrey's hand, muttering a: "Yeah, no shit." She takes a slow sip, allowing herself a moment to unscramble her brain. "You–everyone thinks you're dead." Beca finally says, voice cracking with some mixture of emotion and disuse.

Aubrey cants her head slightly. "I am dead, technically." It's then that the puzzle pieces start to fall into place. The Blood, the fact that now that she's paying attention, Aubrey is a little more paler than she remembers.

"You're…" Beca can't seem to finish the realization out loud. Vampire. The creatures of the night had only just made themselves known five years ago. People still had very mixed views about it. Beca herself was still on the fence.

"The night of my disappearance, I was attacked by a vampire. I don't think I was meant to turn, originally, but–I did, and my Maker was forced to take me under her wing." Aubrey reaches out and traces over the side of Beca's neck, no doubt where a pair of fang marks reside. "Speaking of, what exactly were you doing in a vampire bar, Beca? You're lucky I came across you when I did. That vampire would have drained you dry." Her voice goes cold as she says it.

Beca swallows, eyes dropping down to the glass in her hands. "There was an offer online–blood for money. I needed--" Her throat constricts as her eyes burn with unshed tears. "I needed money to get out." She chances a glance at Aubrey from her peripheral, noting the frown on her red colored lips.

"Get out of where?"

"Just… out." She mutters, closing herself off.

Aubrey is quiet for a long moment, studying Beca's profile. "Are you… in trouble? You must be, only a desperate person would submit themselves to an unknown vampire for money." Beca remains silent, the muscles in her jaw working. "I can help you," Beca snaps her gaze to Aubrey who grins, the glint of unnaturally white teeth shimmering in the low light of the room. "For a price."

Beca's back goes rigid at the drop in Aubrey's voice, something swooping low in her belly at the sound. "What do you want?" She hedges, something close to fear prickling her skin.

Aubrey's grin turns coy as she scoots closer to Beca on the bed, her fingers reaching out to trace along Beca's jaw. "It gets rather lonely in this big house," She croons, cool fingertips moving down her neck again. "I merely ask for… companionship."

Beca exhales sharply, repressing a shiver. "I–Uh…"

"You could live here, there's plenty of room. You could have your own room and come and go as you please, but–I need a day person."

"What's that?" Beca asks, curiosity seeming to override her anxiety.

"While Vampires can go out in the day, it's very taxing and leaves us vulnerable. I need someone to be able to run errands during the day should I require it. And of course, spend time with me. Do you think you could do that, Beca? I know we weren't very close, but we were starting to be towards the end, weren't we?"

Beca considers her options–which weren't really much. Spending time with Aubrey seemed more appealing than going back… She could trust Aubrey, right? They had been on the road to becoming good friends before she'd disappeared. After another long moment of contemplation, Beca finally nods. "O-okay."

Aubrey grins. "Fantastic. Tell me, then… Whom or what are you getting away from?"

Beca glances away, finding the lukewarm glass of water in her hands much more interesting. "Jesse…"

In an instant, the air seems to change significantly, something angry and charged. When Aubrey doesn't respond right away, Beca finally forces her gaze back to her, only to find her unnaturally still, face expertly blank, but her eyes shining a red hue. She blinks once, and the color is gone. "I never liked him. I suppose my instincts were spot on, then?" Her voice sounds strained, like maybe she's trying not to lash out.

"Yeah. He's uhm–he's changed a whole lot over the years… Not for the good."

Aubrey reaches over and gently squeezes Beca's arm. "I won't ask you to go into details. All that truly matters is that you want to leave, and I'm going to help you do that. For now, you should get some more rest, and we can talk more tomorrow morning, before I must get some sleep myself. Okay?"

Beca nods numbly, still unable to fully process the events of the night. "Okay."

Aubrey stands and straightens out a few nonexistent wrinkles on her white dress. "I'm across the hall should you need anything. Goodnight, Beca."

Beca sets her glass on the nightstand before falling back against the pillows. "Night."

Pausing at the door, Aubrey turns back. "You're safe here, I hope you know that."

And with that, Aubrey leaves Beca to wonder exactly how her choices in life had culminated into this moment. Only time would tell if the choice to take Aubrey's offer would be one of her better ones.

#quickshot #pitch perfect fan fiction #mitchsen #mitchsen fanfiction #it’s been months since I’ve written and much longer than that since I wrote any pp #I’m soooo sorry lmao

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