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Never ever mess with the Radio Demon
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Summary: Playing pranks on the Radio Demon himself is never a good idea. Something Charlie has to find out the hard way, when Alastor finally runs out of patience with her childish antics…
Warnings: This story contains lots and lots of fluffy tickling, so if you don't like this, then please don't read this, thank you. As always a little OOC warning here. I always try to stay in character while writing, but I can't make promises that it stays that way during the story. Also a little warning for some swearing. And last but not least: Platonic "charlastor", because I couldn't help myself. :3
Word count: Almost 6000 (I swear these stories of mine getting longer and longer XD)
Authors note: It's not exactly a third part of my previous two stories (This one and also that one), but can be seen as such. Even though writing this story flustered the hell out of me, I still had a lot of fun with this. Buuuuuut I don't have the "balls"to upload this one to my Fanfiction.net account (yet), so it will stay on my tumblr account only (for now). I tried to add some "tickle talk" in here (because I just LOVE teasing lers ;3). I think I already did that years ago with some of my Supernatural tickle stories, but I can't remember this anymore. Let's just say I tried and I hope I delivered XD. And now excuse me, but I will go back to hiding under a rock... XD
PS: I hope my english is still okay. Remember that my mother language is german and not english and that you will find some grammatical errors in my stories^^
By that way, this is for the anon who send me this cute ask:
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I tried to add this and I hope you'll like it. I, for myself, love this idea (but poor Charlie XD).
And now have fun reading :3.
(I am also open for more ideas for new stories, for I am having so much fun writing these fics :3. My ask box is open for you guys :3)
Never ever mess with the Radio Demon
As fast as she could, her hooves carried her through the dark corridors of her hotel. She ran as fast as her surroundings would allow her, taking as many turns as she could to outrun him, because she knew that if he got his claws on her she would be screwed!
A laugh swelled behind her, soon filling the entire hotel corridor and a shudder ran through her body, as flickering lights accompany the sinister laughter.
“Run, darling. Run as fast as you can. You can’t escape from me~.”
She forced herself to run even faster upon hearing this and when she dared to turn her head briefly and look behind her, her eyes widened, for there, in the darkness, two glowing red eyes peered straight at her and she could make out the outline of his broad grin, as he sauntered slowly behind her, hands crossed behind his back, as if this were harmless child's play. And to him it was, because Charlie knew how entertaining this hunt alone was for him. Even if hunting was something he usually didn't like to do, as he had once told her, but for her he made an exception today, it seemed. Great! As if her situation wasn't shitty enough already…
Admittedly, she herself was to blame for this misery, because he had warned her often enough and she hadn't wanted to listen and now she had to face the consequences. But she wouldn’t make it easy for him and she would run away from him for as long as she could.
She quickened her steps, as she turned the next corner and saw the hotel lobby ahead of her, where the hunt had begun.
When she slithered into the lobby, it was empty except for one demon, who was standing behind the bar, looking as grumpy as ever. There was no sign of the others and Charlie knew she was on her own.
Vaggie and her father had left the hotel not too long ago, as the two fallen angels wanted to stretch their wings, as they called it. Lucifer had offered Vaggie to fly with her that morning and for Vaggie it was a huge honor to fly with the King of Hell himself and so she had gone with him earlier, beaming with joy. Angel was at the Vees' to shoot another movie and there was no sign of Niffty either. The little demoness was probably out somewhere in the hotel, cleaning something or chasing after some roaches again.
So there was only one demon left...
"HUSKER!!!"
The bartender flinched, as Charlie literally shouted his name at him and only seconds later, the princess of hell was standing in front of his bar. Completely out of breath, with a wild beating heart in her chest and with pure panic in her eyes, she looked at him, silently begging him to help her out of this situation she has gotten herself into.
"Husker, please! You have to help me!"
Her voice sounded so desperate, as if she knew no other way out than to come to him and demand help. But whether he wanted to help her was a completely different question. Especially when the sinister laughter once again echoed through the hotel corridor from which the young demoness had just emerged. A shadow slowly appeared on the floor. A shadow, with big antlers on its head and a devilish grin on his face and that was the moment Husker knew he wanted nothing to do with the whole thing.
"Whatever you did, I want nothing to do with it. I'm definitely not messing with Alastor!" the cat demon said with a growl in his voice and Charlie's last shred of hope, of getting out of this in one piece, disappeared with such dismissive words.
She opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was a startled squeak, when she suddenly felt a dark aura behind her and shortly afterwards, two clawed hands placed themselves gently on her shoulders. From the way Husker flinched and how his fur bristled, she knew Alastor was standing behind her, still half presenting his demonic form.
"What a wise decision, Husker. At least someone who knows not to mess with me."
The words were calm and yet they sent shiver after shiver down Charlie's spine, as she could clearly hear the warning in that usually charming voice of the Radio Demon. Especially when the hands squeezed her shoulders to give the words more strength and let her know that he had actually meant her and not Husker.
"Now if you'll excuse us, my old friend. Charlie and I have something to discuss..."
More goosebumps all over her body and she felt the grip on her shoulders tighten. He was silently letting her know that he wouldn't let her get away and that she didn't even need to try.
But that was exactly what she did.
Charlie desperately tried to free herself from his grip, wriggling wildly back and forth and Alastor was so surprised by that, that he actually loosened his grip briefly and she was able to break free. But she didn't get far, as he rushed forward and wrapped his arms around her middle, pinning her against his chest.
“You’re not going anywhere, my dear!”
"NO! Al, please!!" she shrieked, a laugh mingling with her voice that she could no longer hold back.
Husker, meanwhile, stared questioningly back and forth between the two of them.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you guys starting to lose it too, or what did I miss?" he asked, as Alastor joined in the princess's laughter, as he lifted her slightly off the ground and turned around with that wriggling, giggling something in his arms and tried to carry her into the direction of the hotel hallway they had just come from.
"If you're determined to find out what I am going to do to her, you're welcome to be the next guest in my today’s broadcast."
Husker's eyes widened as these words reached his ears. He suddenly realized the danger Charlie was in, but...why in hell was she laughing so hard? She should be scared for her life if Alastor took her into his radio tower. After all, he knew what he did to his victims there...
"You don't really want to do that, boss? She's Lucifer's daughter! You can’t be serious!"
Alastor had managed to throw the still laughing Charlie over his shoulder and held her tight, to make sure she wouldn’t get anywhere. He gave the cat demon his widest grin and something mischievous sparkles in those red eyes of his.
"Take a good look at her, Husker. Does she look to you like I threatened to maul her, while broadcasting her agonizing screams for whole hell to hear?"
"Not really."
"Then there's nothing to worry about. Now if you'll excuse me...as I mentioned, Charlie and I have some unfinished business to deal with. Don't we, darling?"
He didn't even wait for an answer and only seconds later, he and Charlie had disappeared into the corridor from where they had come from, leaving a befuddled looking cat demon behind.
Husker could only look after them with a disbelieving shake of his head.
Yes, everyone in this hotel seemed to be going crazy lately. If even Alastor was already getting involved in some silly games...He couldn't even drink that much alcohol to put up with this shit anymore...
Meanwhile, Alastor had almost reached the door that led to his room. He could have simply teleported into his radio tower with Charlie, but where was the fun in that? It was much more fun to take his time and delay the inevitable on purpose; just to torment her some more. So he walked slowly, almost strolling through the dark hotel corridor, ignoring the playful punches that rained down on his back. The only way for Charlie to defend herself against his strong grip. But the deer demon remained truly unimpressed by these pitiful attempts. He just kept walking, grinning maliciously as the young princess got more and more lost in her laughing fit, even though he hadn't done anything yet.
Oh yes, this was already entertaining for him and he would make sure that it would get even better, once he had reached his destination. It was also a welcome change from the now monotonous life in the hotel. Although he had had a lot of fun pestering Lucifer a little since he had moved into the hotel, but he had to hold himself back a lot as he had promised Charlie and he was a demon who kept his promises...well, at least some of them...
"Al! Please! Let me go! We can talk about this!" Charlie's voice snapped him out of his daydreaming. Fingers clawed into his back, pulled lightly at his overcoat and he had to control Charlie's wriggling legs with his free hand to avoid getting kicked.
"Now you want to talk? I'm sorry, my dear, but it's too late to talk now. I warned you several times what would happen if you dare messing with me, but not once would you listen to me. Instead, you play one prank after another on me, provoking me by constantly poking my sides, no matter where I am or who is watching and last night you even had the nerve to send me Angel Dust while I was sitting in the bathtub, because Niffty made me take a bath. Do you know what he wanted from me, Charlie?"
As he asked her this question, the princess's laughter grew louder and she could probably guess what Angel had wanted from him.
"He seriously wanted to oil my hooves...and other parts of my body! And he called me an elk! It was bad enough that he saw me naked, but this? This was the most outrageous thing yet and something I will not tolerate! You seem to forget with whom you’re messing with and I am very happy to remind you of that, sweetheart. When I am done with your punishment, you will think twice of messing with me ever again!"
The last words were accompanied by a low growl, which gave Charlie goosebumps again. She could also well imagine why Angel had come back to the lobby so quickly last night...with a totally distraught look in his eyes. Apparently Alastor had presented him his demonic form, because Angel had sworn last night to never make a single sex joke in his presence ever again.
"I-it was just a prank, Al. Don't you have a sense of humor anymore?”
They had now arrived at his door and he slowly unlocked it, before stepping into his room just as slowly, locking the door behind him and then throwing Charlie onto his bed; only to take off his overcoat and roll up the sleeves of his shirt; just for a dramatic effect, of course, and to tease Charlie a little more.
When he turned to look at her, she squeaked and hid under his blanket, making him roll his eyes. Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny that the sight didn’t amuse him. And something like this seriously called herself the princess of hell. She didn't exactly behave like a princess. But perhaps that was exactly what he liked so much about her. She was almost always cheerful, had a smile on her face and managed to cheer others up or motivate them. But when it came to playing pranks at his expense, the limit was reached. Princess or not, he would teach her a lesson today which she wouldn’t forget so quickly; he would make sure about that.
"To come back to your question: I do have a sense of humor and understand fun. Only my kind of fun might be very different from your kind of fun," he explained, as he slowly sauntered towards his bed, grabbing the blanket and pulled it off Charlie in one swift move.
"How about I show you my sense of humor? I am sure you will love it, because you will have a lot to laugh about…"
He didn't even wait for an answer, but grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him.
"No, no, no! A-Alastor please dohohohn’t!"
“You can beg me as much as you want to. It won’t help you, for I won’t show you any mercy and you better save your strength, for you will need it very soon…”
Her cheerful laughter soon filled the entire room, as he wrapped his arms around her middle, lifted her up and then carried her unerringly to his radio tower, which was right next to his room. He had to give her credit for one thing: she really did try to fight back with all her might. But no matter what she did, she couldn't stop him from carrying her to his radio station. His shadow did the work of locking the door behind them, so that they were undisturbed, before he disappeared again. But not without giving Charlie a sardonic grin that made her stomach do somersaults.
It was the first time she was in his radio tower. He'd had to build it from scratch after Adam had destroyed the hotel. Normally she would have found it exciting to be allowed to see the inside of Alastor's radio tower, but at that moment she had no eyes for the interior, only for the door that loomed closed in front of her sight. Once again, she pounded her fists against his back, but it only earned her a low chuckle from him and, unchanged, he carried her to the small vintage wooden bench that stood in front of his radio desk.
As he sat down with her, Charlie made a last-ditch attempt to escape and climb over his shoulder, but he was quicker than she was, seeming to have anticipated that she was trying to escape from him, because he quickly grabbed her legs and pulled her back. When she came to sit on his lap, he wrapped his right arm around her stomach, pressed her back against his chest and slid the small wooden bench a little closer to his desk.
"NO! AL, PLEASE DON'T!" she squeaked loudly, as he reached with his free hand for the ancient microphone that stood on the desk and slowly pulled it in her direction. And it was at that moment, that she realized for the first time that he was no longer carrying his microphone staff. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen it since the fight with Adam. She wondered what had happened to it? A question she really wanted to ask him later...assuming she survived what was about to happen to her now...
By now, she was laughing so hard that she could already feel tears in her eyes. Alastor hadn't done anything yet and the Radio Demon just sat there in silence, watching her with a broad grin and waiting patiently until she calmed down on her own.
It took a few moments, before her laughter died down and silence returned to the radio tower.
Still giggling softly, Charlie let herself fall against his chest and wiped the tears from her eyes. She felt his chest vibrate against her back as he chuckled softly.
"Calm down, my dear. I haven't done anything yet," he teased her and he took great pleasure in noticing the slight blush on her cheeks that his words had triggered.
"You don't have to."
Amused, he raised an eyebrow and tightened his grip around her middle a little, as he felt the fighting spirit return to her body, as she began to fidget again.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to, because you don't seem to want to learn any other way, Charlie. No one messes with the Radio Demon without consequences. Not even the princess of hell. And here we are now. I'm sure you're familiar with the stories they tell about me in hell and what I do with the demons I take into my radio tower. However, it will be a little different for you..."
His words were calm, teasing and yet warning at the same time and they were accompanied by claws that began to walk gently across her belly. The princess immediately burst into another fit of giggles and bend forward at the same time. Her hands rushed to his, trying to push his claws off her belly, but she couldn't do it. A twinge of mirthful panic rushed through her body, as his claws slowly picked up the speed, wiggling softly into the fabric of her thin shirt, since she didn't wear her blazer. Something she regretted now...
"Ohhh, what's wrong, sweetheart? Does that tickle~?" he asked, highly amused, his voice almost being a purr of true satisfaction and his eyes sparkled with mirth as well, as she started squirming in his grip.
"Yehehehehes!"
"Peheheherfect."
Almost immediately, Charlie felt her cheeks catching fire, as Alastor mimicked her teasingly and her fit of giggles quickly turned back into a full-blown fit of laughter that she just couldn't hold back anymore. At the same time, she threw her head back, right against his shoulder, kicking her legs a little and squealed with pure mirth, as his claws continued to move over her belly, tickling softly and yet so effectively, always in search of those little spots, that would make her squeak so adorably.
“What’s wrong, darling? Is this already too much for you to handle? Are you that ticklish~? And why are you looking away from me? Can’t you look into my face right now~? Come on, Charlie~, let me see that smile of yours.”
"Y-you ahahahasshole!" she squeaked out between fits of laughter in response, as his claws hit a particular ticklish spot on her belly.
Immediately the tickle attack stopped and Alastor pressed her even closer against his body, bending his head down to her so that his breath tickled her neck, leaving her in a steady fit of giggles.
"What did you just call me?"
His voice continued to be playful and yet a slight threat resonated within it, but she knew he wasn't really mad, that he was just teasing her, that he enjoyed this little game and she'd be lying if she would say that she didn't enjoy these playful moments too. So she gladly went along with the little power play, but kept her head turned away from him, as she addressed her next words to him.
"Are you going deaf, old man?" she shot back and this response completely threw Alastor off his act for a few seconds. He blinked a few times, before he had processed the words she had just hurled at him.
He really had to hand it to her: she had great courage to speak to him like that. So far, only one demon had ever dared to be so rude to him. A well-known TV demon, whose name was now enough to make his blood boil. But the difference between Charlie and Vox was that Charlie didn't mean what she said. And yet he let her words provoke him. He slid a little closer to his desk with her, switched on the old microphone and then stretched out his free hand towards one of the buttons on his control panel.
"See that button there, Charlie?"
She hardly dared to look, but she did anyway and nodded her head shyly, but still giggling.
"On Air" was written in large red letters above the button, but they weren’t yet lit up, showing her that he hadn’t yet switched her live.
"Shall I push it so all hell can hear how incredibly sweet you can squeal when I tickle you in all the right places?"
The teasing words caused an anticipatory tingling in her stomach and hastily she shook her head, starting to wriggle in his grip again in a pitiful attempt to free herself, but she didn't manage it. When she saw his finger slowly approaching the button, she couldn't stand it any longer. Laughing, she too reached out a hand and grabbed his, clawing at his wrist and trying to stop him from pushing the button.
"NO! Al, please don't! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I promise I won’t prank you anymore, I swear! Please don’t do this!" she squeaked, as she wrestled with his arm, but he stayed where he was, his finger getting closer and closer to the button and she could already see her life flashing before her inner eyes.
"It's too late for that now. If you mess with me, you have to face the consequences. And yours start in three..."
"No, Al! Don't!"
"...two..."
"PLEASE!"
"...Oooooone~..."
A loud scream suddenly cut the air, as the hand, that was still lying on Charlie's belly, came back to life and Alastor attacked her belly button through her thin shirt with his index finger. Laughing loudly, the young demoness let herself fall back against him, arching her back and trying to get his hand off her belly at the same time.
"Oops, I must have pushed the wrong button, hmm?" he purred teasingly into her ear and he had to laugh himself at all those lovely sounds, coming out of her mouth. She twisted wildly back and forth now, trying to pry his hand off of her and all the while laughing her heart out and squeezing her eyes shut, as the mirth rushed over her like a tidal wave.
Apparently he had hit the jackpot already...
"How cute~. The princess of hell has a laugh button on her belly~. That information alone would be worth a live broadcast, don't you think?"
His continued teasing made it so much worse and she almost jumped out of her own skin when the remaining fingers of his hand started moving as well.
"Let's see if I can find any more buttons like that," he whispered playfully into her ear and as his claws scratched gently over her shirt, it happened: a noise that sounded like the bleating of a young goat escaped from her throat; so loud that it filled the entire radio tower. The hand on her belly immediately came to a halt and Charlie, completely shocked by the sound herself, clapped her own hands over her mouth.
An awkward silence suddenly fell over the small radio station and Charlie felt like her head was going to explode from embarrassment at any moment. And it didn't get any better when Alastor started laughing. Quietly at first, but then louder and louder and more and more unabashedly, until the Radio Demon's own eyes were filled with tears of joy.
"What in the unholy hell was that?" he asked through his fit of highly amused laughter.
Charlie didn't answer, kept her face turned away from him and hidden behind her hands. She simply couldn't and wouldn't look him in the face at that moment. It was just embarrassing! It was rare for sounds like that to escape her throat and so far only her father had managed to do that when he had been fooling around with her many years ago. She had thought that it wouldn’t happen again. But apparently she had thought wrong...
Claws broke through her thoughts, tickling her sides and catapulting her back into a fit of laughter in a matter of seconds.
"Do that again," she heard Alastor say excitedly, but she wouldn't give him that satisfaction again. She squirmed wildly back and forth, managing to turn around on top of him and quickly hide her bright red face in his chest.
But Alastor was stubborn. He kept tickling her with both hands now, looking for that one spot that would elicit that sound from her again and sure enough, his claws found that one spot one more time. Charlie's fingers clawed into his shirt, as she laughed into his chest and as the claws grazed the sides of her belly, the bleating of a young goat mingled with her laughter once more. And again, and again, and again, until Alastor was forced to stop tickling her, as he was laughing almost as hard as she was by now.
"Stop laughing, Al! That’s not funny!" Charlie grumbled into his chest, as the Radio Demon doubled over in laughter. He held her with one hand so that she wouldn't fall off him and Charlie couldn't help but join in his laughter. It just sounded so contagious to her and the whole situation was so stupid and maybe it was exactly what she needed after all the stress of the last few months. Just letting go, laughing, having fun and forgetting about all the bad things that had happened...
And from the looks of it, Alastor was feeling no different. He seemed to have been through a lot too...and he was probably still going through a lot. When she thought about it, she had rarely seen a genuine smile on his face. One, that even reached his eyes. When she looked up at him briefly and shyly, she saw the cheerful laughter not only on his lips but also in his eyes. Something that filled her heart with great joy. And he seemed to feel the same way, considering that his cute little deer tail was wagging excitedly the whole time, as she managed to get a short glimpse at it, when he was slightly bending forward in mirthful laughter...
"And how funny that is hahahaha! The Princess of Hell sounds like a goat when she is being tickled too much, oh, that's too good!" he said, wiping a small tear from the corner of his eye with his free hand.
A growl escaped Charlie's throat, which didn’t go unnoticed by Alastor and his laughter died down to giggling. He was looking down at her, as she lifted her face from his chest and looked him in the face again. Staring up at him darkly, she growled once more, before sitting up straight and jabbing her index finger gently into his chest, careful not to hit the scar hidden underneath his clothing.
"Damn big words for someone who barks like a fucking deer when he's being tickled in the right places!"
Abruptly, Alastor's giggles died down and it was now his turn to growl and Charlie to smirk, as he scowled at her.
"I don't bark like a deer!"
"Oh no?"
Charlie very quickly convinced him otherwise, because when she slipped her hands under his arms and moved her fingers, he threw his head back in loud laughter and it wasn't long before the loud, barking sound of an alarmed deer stole itself from his throat, followed by a loud snort, which now made his cheeks catching fire from embarrassment.
"Ha, see? I was right! You sound like a fucking deer!"
He growled darkly, as he managed to grab her hands and holding them away from his body, before looking straight into her eyes.
“You just dug your own grave, my dear…”
A massive shudder ran through Charlie's own body, as she saw how radio dials appeared in his now black eyes and how his antlers started growing, which was never a good sign!
Without saying another word, he spun her around, pressed her back against his chest with one arm and moved even closer to his control panel. She could feel his breath on her neck and she could practically hear the sadistic grin in his next words, as he whispered "Speak clearly into the microphone, sweetheart~," into her ear, while his free hand pushed the button with the "On Air" symbol...
It had been a tough day of shooting for Angel Dust and he was glad when he stepped through the front door and saw his favorite bartender, cleaning some glasses. With a smug grin, Angel sauntered over to the bar, sat down on one of the bar stools and gave Husker a cheeky look, who only commented this with his usual eye roll.
"Are you alone, whiskers? Where did the others go?"
"Hopefully far away..." the bartender answered with a low growl in his voice, which made Angel laugh.
"Good mood as ever, eh?"
"Can you blame me, with all you weirdos around?"
Angel was about to say something appropriate as a reply, but he didn't get that far, when suddenly the intercom speakers and the old radio, that Alastor had placed in the lobby, came to life all over the hotel.
"What the...?!"
That was all the porn star could get out, when shortly afterwards loud laughter filled the entire hotel, interrupted here and there by Alastor's highly amused voice.
"Greetings to all sinners who can hear me. The latest news from the Hazbin Hotel: not even the Princess of Hell is safe from the wrath of the Radio Demon. Listen carefully to what will happen if you dare to mess with me."
His voice was interrupted by a loud squeal from Charlie, which was immediately followed by loud, but happy laughter.
"Well, I have to admit that's not really my style, as you're used to a very different broadcast from me. One with less laughter and more of this..."
A loud scream from Charlie was heard and her laughter faded into silence for a few seconds.
"...but a little variety in my broadcast really doesn't hurt, don't you think so too, my dear listeners?"
Another loud burst of laughter was heard and something seemed to fall over in the background.
"Oh no, no, no Charlie. You can't just knock over my microphone. That's pretty rude. Our listeners want to hear you, so I ask you kindly to speak clearly into the microphone...if you can still do that, of course."
More squealing was heard, which turned into hysterically giggling and Alastor’s sinister laughter mingled with the mirthful sounds.
“What`s that? Did I find another sweet spot of yours? Right here on your siiiiiiides~? You’re shaking your head? But how can you deny this? I can clearly see how much it makes you giggle when I drag my claws slooooooowly down your sides. Just like that~.”
More happy squealing from Charlie and amused laughter from Alastor was heard.
“How about I check how ticklish you are under your arms? I am sure our listeners want to know about that too, right? Now let’s see…Ohhh, it seems like you’re even more ticklish here, hmm?”
“G-get your hands out of thehehehere!”
“I am afraid I can’t do that. They seem stuck there now. Why don’t you just lift your arms a little to help me? Or…should I try to wriggle them out? Mayyyyyybe like…that?”
Loud shrieking was the response to Alastor's question, followed by almost hysterical sounding giggling.
“Oho, what is that? Did you just try to bite me, my dear? Oh, I can’t have that. Maybe I should bite you back for that impudence? And I must say…this neck of yours looks delicious. Let me get a little taste…”
Charlie’s giggling quickly rose in volume and pitch, as playful growling sounds mingled with her happy giggling and it sounded like a knee colliding with a wooden table.
“S-stohohohohop ihihihihit!!”
“Stop? But Charlie, dear. We just started~. And how can I stop when you’re giving me such a wonderful broad smile, hm?”
More loud and sugar sweet squealing was heard from Charlie.
“Oh no, no, don’t hide your pretty face from me. Come on, Charlie. Let me see that cute smile of yours…aha, there it is. Now keep your hands away from your face and stay close to the microphone, will you? After all, our listeners are eager to hear you.”
“Nohohohoho! T-turn it ohohohoff!!”
“Now, why would I do such a thing, hmm?”
“I-it’s embarassihihihihng!”
“Well, maybe you should have thought about this before messing with me?”
“I a-already sahahhaid I was s-sohohohohorry!”
“Oh, I know. But I am not convinced yet. But I am sure you will be sorry, once we are done here.”
The sounds of a fist, hitting repeatedly against a table was heard.
“Now, come on, my dear. It’s not my desk’s fault that you are so ticklish~.”
“Y-you are evil!” Charlie managed to press out between her giggles.
“Heh, tell me something I don’t already know. And now hush. Less talking and more laughing~.”
He must have targeted a sweet spot, for Charlie’s giggling rose in volume and pitch.
“Awww, if you could see her now…she looks soooo adorable~. Especially with that deep blush on her face. But at least you can hear her. Buuuuut I personally think we should change the volume of that giggling of hers, don’t you think? Turning it into laughter again. Mayyyyybe if I tickle riiiiiiiiiiiight here…”
“NAHAHAHA! A-ALASTOHOHOHOR! DOHOHOHOHN’T!!!” Charlie screeched and her giggling quickly turned into full blown belly laughter.
“That’s much better. Keep on laughing, my ticklish, little darling. Make this to the sweetest broadcast hell has ever heard~.”
Angel raised an eyebrow questioningly, as he turned his face back to Husker, who could only roll his eyes at what he was hearing.
"What's wrong with these two? Are they on drugs?" the spider demon asked as another loud shriek cut the air, followed by a very amused sounding "Oho, we have a little squirmer here too. How cuuuuuute~," from Alastor.
“I don’t even ask anymore…” the bartender growled, as he listened to Charlie’s and Alastor’s laughter.
“I thought he was a monster, feared by everybody in hell?”
“Oh, he is, buddy. Better be careful when you’re around him. I am sure he has given you a taste of the monster that’s sleeping inside of him when you were messing with him last night, right?”
Angel shuddered at the memories.
“Don’t remind me…” he murmured.
Another loud shriek echoed through the lobby and Husker rolled his eyes, as Alastor’s slightly sadistic laughter reached his ears right afterwards.
“He is only going soft on her. If it was you or me up there, he would broadcast our screams all over hell, while torturing us slowly to death. I still remember his old broadcasts. In one of them he was asking his victim which finger he should bite off first. You can be glad that he didn’t do anything like this to you after what you’ve done last night.”
“Okay, okay. Got it. No messing around with him. Understood.”
“You better keep this in mind, kid.”
A loud banging sound was heard again and more slightly hysterical laughter from Charlie, as Alastor seemed to find all of her worst spots by now.
“I thought I was clear about you not knocking my microphone over? If you don’t want to listen to me, you have to deal with the consequences, sweetheart~. Let’s see how loud I can make you laugh and maybe, just maybe, I can make you bleat like a goat one more time…”
"I need a drink..." Husker said, grumbling, shaking his head, as Charlie's loud, but happy, laughter continued to echo throughout the entire hotel and was shortly interrupted by the sound of a bleating goat.
“Make it two…” Angel replied and he could only sit there and shake his head in amusement, as he kept listening to Alastor’s broadcast.
What Charlie didn't realize at this moment, was the fact that Alastor had only put her on live through the hotel speakers, so only Husker and Angel could hear her.
The Radio Demon may be a sadist when it came to others, but there were very small exceptions that could softened his otherwise cold heart...and Charlie had become one of those exceptions for him in his time at the Hazbin Hotel...
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buckys-wintersoldier · 20 hours
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After years he sees him again | Steve Rogers
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> After seeing Bucky after years again Steve still suffers with guilt. But he knows you support him and together you will find his best friend.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 880
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) past trauma, guilt, fluff
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | March 27 | Theme: Steve Rogers | Motorcycle, Guilt, “It kind of feels personal.”, Favourite Steve Quote | @catws-anniversary
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The sun is shining beautifully into your shared room, and Steve breathes softly. His eyes are focused on you, while your head rests on his shoulders. Yesterday was an exhausting day for Steve; he just met his childhood friend, even though you can’t really name it a meeting. It was more of a mission, which ended up with Steve feeling more alone than ever before. He loves you, and you love him, but there is always a missing part inside of him, Bucky. His old friend, who protected him and was always around him. James Barnes, Sergeant James Barnes, 107th Infantry Regiment. Steve helped him escape the Red Skull; he would have walked to Austria when Howard wouldn’t have offered to take his plane. And then there was the next mission, the one he lost his best friend, or at least he thought he did because yesterday he found out Bucky is alive, but now better known as the Winter Soldier. Steve’s hand is placed on your back, and he draws small circles on your skin. You turn your head to look at him.
“Stevie?” You ask softly while you slide your hand up and down his broad chest and along his abs.
He breathes heavily, closing his red, swollen eyes before he opens them. Then he looks at you, trying to force a smile on his lips, but you know it’s not a real one. His eyes don’t light up as they are used to when he smiles. But you don’t blame him; how is he supposed to smile when he just saw his best friend after thinking he would never see him again. After finding out that his best friend is the winter soldier and Bucky didn’t even recognize or remember Steve anymore, Steve was alone and exhausted.
“He was looking at me-“ he interrupts himself, eyes filling with tears. “Directly at me. And he didn’t even know me.”
The tears falling down his cheeks, you capture his cheek to wipe away the tears. Steve immediately leans into your touch, sighing softly.
“W-When I had nothing… I-I had Bucky,” Steve says quietly, but you understand him.
Your boyfriend closes his eyes once again, seeing his best friend standing in front of you, the mask just falling off his face, and he turns around, facing Steve. Steve’s eyes widen. His best friend, his childhood best friend, is standing there. His throat is suddenly so dry that he needs to clear it, staring at the other man who looks back at him. ‘Bucky?’ Steve's voice is shaking when he speaks. Bucky looks confused, narrowing his eyebrows, and his eyes glide from Steve to the side, back to Steve, and back to the other side. There is no one else than the two of them, so why does the blonde man just say that word, that name, which sounds kinda familiar to the brown-haired man, but at the same time he doesn’t know what Steve is talking about? ‘Who the hell is Bucky?’
“Steve, do you want to eat breakfast?”
“What? Ah yes, sorry.”
“Stevie, we will find him,” you say, kissing his chest softly while he just nods.
Steve hasn’t slept all night after seeing his best friend. The confused look of Bucky is always in front of his eyes when he closes them. The guild inside of him is worse than ever; maybe he should have jumped after his best friend. Maybe he could have saved him, or should he could have reached Bucky’s hand and pulled him back into the train. You try so often to convince Steve that it wasn’t his fault, but Steve just shakes his head and smiles softly, trying to believe that he wasn’t the reason for Bucky falling down, but deep inside of him, in his heart, he gives himself the fault, maybe because he asked him to come with him on the mission. Whenever he rides the motorcycle, he sees Bucky in front of his eyes, when he saved him, when they walked back to Peggy side by side, when they are on the mount, next to each other. The smile on Bucky’s face when he laughs. He used to ride the motorcycle as Captain America, and Bucky sometimes made jokes about the man in uniform tights on a motorcycle with a shield. ‘It’s nothing personal, pal. Just- those tights for a big man like you.’ Bucky laughed, placing his hand on Steve’s shoulder. ‘It kind of feels personal.’ He replied and chucked. Steve’s attention is back at you when you kiss his neck. His fingers draw circles on your back, and then he pulls you closer against him.
“I love you, princess.”
“I love you too, Steve.”
He loves you so much; he always knows that you support him as much as he can, and you would never be mad at him for showing his real feelings. With you, he can be the way he really is; he doesn’t have to be the hero he has to be in public. You love him the way he is, sad, happy, excited, or exhausted from his mission. Steve leans closer, capturing your lips with his, smiling softly against your soft lips. While he pulls you on top of him and tickles you softly.
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tiyoin · 2 days
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I see your anxious reader and raise you this. Depressed, anxious, ADHD, mild autistic reader. :)))) my life is a living hell! :))))))))) *shakes and stemming violently*
🫵 YOU
you get it.
i don’t have autism (i think, gotta get that checked, but it’s highly suspected that i have audhd -from my lovely therapist🫶) so i don’t want to misrepresent it or offend anyone. but you’re literally the strongest soldier out there. like im struggling with just the 3 and my life is already a hellscape.
but as someone with all of the top 3 let me tell you- they were HUGE influences on how twisted anxiety reader acts.
is reader going to have a special fixation? yes! but will it be on an object… possibly no, but IT’S GONNA BE ON PEOPLE.
they’ve already considered grim a ‘safe person cat’ and subconsciously think of him as an emotional support animal (like i did with my late dog) so you can expect more of grim and reader!!
Is reader gonna self destruct as soon as they feel like experienced ‘rejection?’ ABSOLUTELY, they’ll pull away at the slightest chance their vulnerability was seen as ‘too much’ or if the person got uncomfortable
and obviously by the title reader is socially anxious. but because of recent events i’ve found a deeper level of experiences with it and reader is about to hit a new plight of events!!
but imagining reader with the 4 horsemen of the mental illness (that’s what i call them cause everytime i got diagnosed w smthn i swore i heard the trumpets of death) their life would be sooo much harder. just because there’s so many contradictions between them.
reader needs a schedule to feel organized but they can’t keep to the schedule because all their dopamine went into creating said schedule. and they’re procrastinating.
reader wants to talk to someone but they just realized eye contact is too much for them. but they were taught to look at people when talking or it’s rude so they’re just 👁️👁️ staring
reader had a surge of energy, of dopamine and they were out-going, friendly, talkative- everything was going right, but then the next day they’re hit with a huge slump. ofc reader is in despair because see they can do better, be better!
and it frustrates them to no end.
reader at the monstro cringing at the food they were given. you bet it tastes amazing! but the side dish is looking at you weird, and it’s touching the main dish… no! it’s not a problem, not at all! but… there’s an uncomfortable feeling you’re experiencing, and you do everything in your power not to be rude.
ofc reader gets embarrassed by this. they’re acting like they’re 5!! but… the food is contaminated and you can’t eat it ‘pure’ anymore. and don’t get the reader started on the texture of the veggies, it makes them shudder. like it’s good! but there’s smthn about it.
reader who notices everything but forces themselves to have tunnel vision because everything is just too much.
i’m taking this one after myself, but when reader is nervous they have a sign. ofc rook was able to decipher it in a split second, but they’ll always scratch their nose or rub their hands together like they’re plotting smthn
yeah, plotting of to escape!
reader who wants to fit in soo badly, but no matter what they do they always feel like an odd ball. but when they hang out with the odd balls they still don’t fell, quite right. reader is gonna experience a constant limbo of ‘where do i belong? why can’t i fit in anywhere?’.
HAHAHAHA READER BEING ABLE TO REMEMBER THINGS TO THE SLIGHTEST DETAIL WHEN THEY WANT TO BUT ASK THEM TO REMEMBER SMTHN IMPORTANT N THEY GO BLANK
but don’t worry anon, our lovely twisted anxiety reader is gonna go through it 🙈
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tojiswallet · 3 days
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satosugu breakup
Satoru: “huh?”
Yaga: “Don’t make me repeat myself..Suguru killed everyone in the village, and..”
Satoru: “I heard you the first time. That’s why I said huh to what you said.”
Yaga: “Suguru’s old home was already an empty husk as well..though, from the blood stains and residuals he most likely killed his parents.”
Satoru: “Like hell he did!”
Yaga: “Satoru..calm down, i don’t understand what's going on either.”
To Shoko and Suguru.
Shoko was looking for a lighter for her cigarette.
Suguru: “Hey, need a light?”
Suguru: “Hi.”
Shoko: “If it isn’t the criminal. Trolling girls who smoke?”
Suguru: “Just testing my luck i guess..”
Shoko: “Mhmm, well I'll go ahead and ask. Any chance the charges are fake?”
Suguru: “Nope, unfortunately not.”
Shoko: “Then I’ll ask another question. Why?”
Suguru: “To create a world of only jujutsu sorcerers”
Shoko laughed.
Shoko: “Don’t joke around, please.”
Suguru: “I’m actually not joking, i’m not holding out hope everyone will understand what i’m trying to do.”
Shoko pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Satoru.
Shoko: “You’re sulking over the idea that no one will understand you? That sounds pretty childish to me.”
Satoru had answered.
Shoko: “Hey, Gojo? I found Geto.”
Satoru had said something, She agreed.
Shoko: “Yeah. Shinjuku.”
Once more Satoru had said something to her.
Shoko: “No way, I don't wanna get killed.”
Now Satoru has found Suguru, confronting him.
Satoru: “Suguru. Explain yourself.”
Suguru had stopped walking and replied to what Satoru had asked.
Suguru: “You already heard it from Shoko, that’s all there is to it, Satoru.”
Satoru: “So you’re just going to kill every non sorcerer, and your parents?!”
Suguru: “I can’t allow my parents to be a special exception. Besides, I don't consider those people my family anymore.
Satoru: “That’s not what I was asking you. I thought we weren’t allowed to kill if there was no point to it!”
Suguru: “There is a point and a cause, and significance too.”
Satoru: “No there’s not! You’re really going to kill all non jujutsu sorcerers now?! You know that's impossible! There’s no point in chipping away at something you can’t possibly achieve!”
Suguru: “You’re so arrogant.”
Satoru: “Huh?!”
Suguru: “You can do it yourself Satoru, couldn’t you? Yet you would try to convince someone else that it’s impossible to do something, which is possible for you.”
Suguru fully turned around and faced Satoru.
Suguru: “Do you think you’re the strongest because you’re Satoru Gojo, or are you Satoru Gojo because you’re the strongest?”
Satoru: “Just what are you trying to say?”
Suguru: “If i were able to become you for a moment, this foolish idea would become a lot more grounded and real, don’t you think? I’ve made my decision, now It's just the matter of doing the best I can to achieve it.
Satoru had put his hand up for an attack, only to realize he would never be able to kill his best friend.
Suguru: “If you want to kill me then kill me, there would be a point to that.”
Forward to Yaga and Satoru.
Yaga: “Why didn’t you pursue him?”
Satoru: “Are you actually asking me that?”
Yaga: “No, it’s fine. It was a stupid question.”
Satoru: “Yaga, you think that I'm strong?”
Yaga: “Yeah, brazenly so.”
Satoru: “Yeah, but. Apparently being strong isn’t enough. The only ones that I can save are those already waiting to be saved by someone.”
Fast forward all the way to the time Satoru had said his final words to Suguru before killing him.
Suguru: “You’re late again as usual. Satoru to think you’d be the one here at my end, are you going to make sure my family is safe?”
Satoru: “Every last one of them managed to escape to safety. The ones in Kyoto, they were under your command?”
Suguru: “Yes, they all were. I’m a kind person, unlike you Satoru. You sent those two assuming that i’d defeat them didn’t you? To set Okkotsu off.”
Satoru: “I trusted you’d be yourself, trusted that a man as principled as you wouldn’t kill off young sorcerers without a reason.”
Suguru: “Tch, you wanna talk about trust?”
Flash backs had started coming back to them.
Suguru: “I didn’t think i had any of that left in me, after everything i’ve been through. Return this for me will you?”
Suguru had thrown Yuta’s student ID to Satoru.
Satoru: “Was the elementary school your doing too?”
Suguru: “It was.”
Satoru: “I can’t believe you.”
He paused for a few seconds
Satoru: “Tell me. Do you have any last words?”
Suguru: “No matter what anyone tells you. I hate those monkeys, but I never held any hatred for those in jujutsu highschool. I just couldn’t hold a heartfelt smile while living in this world.”
Satoru: “Suguru..”
Satoru had walked over to Suguru and sat down, looking at him. He muttered something, which couldn’t be heard by the audience.
Suguru: “The least you could do is hit me with some curses.”
Fast forward to when Satoru gave Yuta his student ID back.
Satoru: “It’s a bit late to tell you, but you weren’t at fault for the incident with Geto. He would’ve attacked Jujutsu Highschool whether you were here or not.”
Yuta: “You think so?”
Satoru had grabbed the ID out of his pocket and handed it towards Yuta
Satoru: “I believe this is yours.”
Yuta: “Oh, my student ID, thanks for finding it for me Gojo!”
Satoru: “No, it wasn’t me. My best friend found it, my only friend really.”
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galaxythreads · 3 days
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MULTI-CHAPTER:
(Death Must be Lonely Like I am):
Summary: After the Battle of New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. claims Loki for punishment and consequently, also HYDRA. When the Avengers are assembled under the belief that Loki is escaping his cell, they rapidly realize what a mistake they've made leaving the younger Asgardian in their hands. (Gen, blind!Loki)
[REWRITE/REVAMP OF STYGIAN]
Fortunately, Unfortunately :
Summary: After Loki goes missing from Asgardian prisons, Thor leaves Asgard to look for him, ignoring Odin’s insistence and threats not to do so. Odin, desperate, decides to resort to drastic measures to force his heir back to Asgard. As in, pulling Hela out of Helheim, turning her mortal, and sending her after Thor drastic. (Gen)
You Screamed For So Long We Forgot To Care Anymore
Summary: Five months after Thor drags his half-dead brother to Earth to plead asylum, things take a turn for the worse. With the older Asgardian out of commission and a sizeable threat overshadowing them, Clint becomes aware of two facts: One: Loki was tortured, mind-controlled, and manipulated into attacking Earth. Two: Loki knows none of this. (gen, no smut)
Loki waking up with his memories of Thanos and is Not Okay
Clint dealing with what Frigga did to him, Also Not Okay TM
No one is Okay TM
ONE-SHOTS:
With Terror and With Fear:
Summary: After Thor overhears a conversation between Odin and some of the councilmen regarding Loki's true heritage, he vows to tell his brother.
Loki just wishes he could figure out why Thor is refusing to talk to him all of the sudden.
guillotine dreams (don't tell me not to scream)
Summary: "Natasha can’t believe that they missed this at first. It’s not as though Loki was doing a good job at hiding the fact that he was in pain or the mind control. Except… except, well, he was. He was hiding it well. Exceptionally so. If she hadn’t aggravated Loki’s master enough to make it want it want to kill him, then she would have proceeded with the interrogation, likely found out some one-off piece of information, and walked off. Loki’s part in this would have remained the initiator.
Not victim."
AKA: Natasha notices Loki is in pain during her interrogation and it all spirals out of control from there.
intervention, intervention (what intervention?)
Summary: Loki gets a gift for his names day. And then everything goes downhill from there.
OR: the one where Nidavellir poisons Loki's magic to force Odin's hand on a treaty and Odin refuses to help, even if it means Loki's death. So Loki does what he does best: creates a disaster and almost gets himself killed along the way.
AKA: I AM SO SORRY TO MY DEAR FRIEND WHO REQUESTED A LOKI MAGICAL EXHAUSTION FIC MONTHS AGO.
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It’s not always about not caring! Sometimes it’s honestly just “I don’t have the energy to think about certain things”!!
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i don’t care how much you get for the money, the fact is is that’s too much money to spend full stop
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teethburger · 11 months
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misophonia is like “I need to scream and break everything in my general vicinity but if I hear a sound I will explode”
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littleoceanbabe · 10 months
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i have so many thoughts, and none of them are coherent right now.
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bo0zey · 2 years
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i hadn’t gone to my gen ed english class in like 3 days n today i finally went n got there kinda early so it was just me n my english professor and i started apologizing for not being there/emailing him/turning my late work and he’s just like “are you okay?” n i’m flustered m like yes but it’s just a lot going on right now—but i hate giving excuses bc in my eyes no excuse is good enough to avoid the consequences to my actions but he kinda cuts me off n is “u don’t have to tell me anything. i just want to make sure you’re okay.” and didn’t say anything abt the missing work MEANWHILE my nursing professor who knows i’ve been going thru it mentally and literally witnessed me start to breakdown in tears when she askef me if i was ok after she’d lectured me and made snide mean comments and jabs bc i didn’t come to her for help for something stupid and she has no idea how hard it is for me to ask for help or extensions because i’ve been taught that in this world i must do everything on my own, alone, and i have trouble asking for extensions bc i feel like they’re gonna say no bc i don’t deserve them bc i don’t have a good enough excuse to ask for one bc i was taught never to give excuses bc i should’ve done something more in the first place and so anyways i missed the extension for turning in the rough draft our big research paper n she emailed me AND CC’the director of the nursing program n was like u automatically get a 0 for the draft and if u don’t turn in ur final paper YOU WILL FAIL THIS CLASS AND WILL NOT GRADUATE…….anyways what im trying to say is that my gen ed english professor isnt. making me out to be a monster unlike my nursing professor who literally has more of a clue abt my mental health than him like???????
#idk if any of that makes sense but i started crying rn so i can’t type anymore without thinking and crying#i wish someone valued me over assignments and grades#i was raised my entire life only ever receiving praise for academics that’s all that mattered to my father#i was nothing without my perfect grades the only way i thought my life had value the only way i thought i could make my parents bally was#if i got good grsddd and excelled in things. i studied for my geometry final the night of my birthday while my mom laid dying#on the hospice bed in our living room after wasting her last breaths to sing me happy birthday#i will never recover from that guilt i will never recover from the trauma of putting school before my mental health again#so now school is hard at least turning assignments in on time now that i don’t hVe the fear of god in me from my dad#and i’m not a person that’s struggling i’m a lazy student who doesn’t do her work i’m worthless without submitting assignments#i feel like my inner child all the way up to my senior year of high school i except instead of repressing my emotions and getting shit down#i can’t stop crying and dissociating and sleeping and forgetting and being anhedonic and having no motivation to do anything but escape#into my head#but my english professor saw me with a gentle not disappointed or accusatory and i immediately started profusely apologizing and trying#trying not to give excuses for my absences n late work even tho i had some but they weren’t good ones#but he just stopped me put his arms in the air like one would to show they mean no harm and said you don’t have to tell me anything#i just want to make sure you’re okay#nobody will ever be that kind and gentle and understanding towards me again no one will ever be there for me to stop me from overexplainjng#it won’t matter to them i won’t have to frantically try to cover every base they’ll just stop me and say it’s okay and ive never had that#i sent him a giant like multi paragraph multi sentences email begging to join his class the beginning of the year bc i needed a third and#his was the only that fit in my schedule but it was full and i degraded myself for not choosing his class earlier but#all he replied to my mini novella was that it was fine with him. and he was very kind to me over email and he let me into his full class#and still instead of being great full and always coming to class and turning my assignments on time i stopped going missed my assignment#i thought he’d be angry and annoyed w me for not being great full#but he was kind to me he treated me like i didn’t owe him anything#i can’t stop crying i have so many big assignments due today that i procrastinated bc i just couldn’t be bothered and now i’m overwhelmed#and the interaction w my english professor just reminded me#of my clinical instructor looking me in the eyes as my eyes started tearing up and glassy and she had the nerve to ask me if i was ok after#she was grilling me and telling me i needed to ask for help blahblabab and she didn’t know how hard it is for me to ask others for help#i’m the biggest burden to everyone everyone suffers bc of me i turn assignments in late when profs are busy grading others#i’m so selfish and self centered. i only ever tnink about myself lazy selfish fuck stupid evil dumb idiot never do anything right fuxk up fu
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westernsunshine · 1 year
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Should I go to my graduation or not. Seriously
#if i’m going i have until friday to book my place. and i’ve been putting it off because i just can’t decide#pros: i’ll get to catch up with my classmates and tell them about how i have a job now#also i need a new fb profile picture & a better l*nkedin picture and if there’s one thing that happens at graduations it’s photos#also i think i’ll regret it if i don’t go. also it literally isn’t far. it’s like. a 20 minute drive#and it’s all over by about 1:30 in the afternoon and my body doesn’t accept alcohol anymore so i don’t have to get roped into drinks#and therefore will not experience sensory overload or social burnout because i can escape from everyone and go have lunch somewhere nice#or even just. go home#also i skipped my other two graduations and at this point i probably won’t be doing a phd so this might be my last graduation#and i really ought to go to one of them. seems wild to be a person with three degrees and not have any photos of myself in a cap and gown#however the cons are: i hate having my photo taken; i don’t like wearing anything on my head and i’m the clumsiest person on the planet#so i’m basically daring god to throw me offstage. also i don’t have anything nice to wear#also they keep putting graduation photos on billboards to advertise the college and i don’t want to be on a billboard. or a bus.#probably my biggest issue though is logistics. see i’m limited to two tickets; no exceptions. so WHO DO I BRING#obviously my mom. i have to bring my mom. but WHO ELSE#see i love my granddad to death but he wouldn’t be interested in going and i don’t want to bring him anyway because he’s a nightmare#at events. especially if my grandma isn’t there to screech at him for being silly. we went to the theatre last night and he managed to cause#trouble during an 11 minute intermission. which was like…….. how#so i guess i’d bring my grandma but the thing about that is she complains all the time. literally constantly. always#she would probably pay for lunch though 🧐 and i know she’d be upset if i went and didn’t invite her#that’s my main issue. my best friend offered to come with me but i don’t want to upset my grandma. i can’t upset my grandma man#the other thing is just that events make me nervous. i don’t like when i’m not in charge of stuff#there’s an itinerary and all but i still don’t know exactly what’s going to happen to me when and i don’t know my way around the place#and i’m nervous. and i know i’ll be snappy with everyone because of it. i’ll be a graduation-zilla#idk. let me know your thoughts i guess#no need to enlighten me on what graduations are like; i already know. i went to my mom’s & also my best friend’s#i just reallllly do not like being the centre of attention and i don’t feel like signing up for it for half a day. but i feel like i should.#personal
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lavender-femme · 1 year
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can’t do this shit anymore
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abuzd · 2 years
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happy-tato · 8 days
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why does every social media platform make me way to delete my account i hate this shithole i hate the shit that’s promoted to me i hate it all i miss seeing things i actually like and small creators and normal humans i’m so tired of this curated ad based trash i hate you i hate you i hate you
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huldrekarl · 19 days
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I thought I was getting over this person aaaaaaaaaa
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verahella · 1 month
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your daughter comes to you, pigtails downturned like a sad dog’s ears. you put your book away, frowning as she climbs up the couch and into your lap. you run your hand through her hair as she lays her head down on your thighs, “what’s wrong, darling?”
“why is daddy so tall?” she pauses, “is he a giraffe?”
“no, actually he’s godzilla.”
“what’s a godzilla?”
“an animal that no zoo wants to have.”
she nods but the soft pout is still present on her lips. it reminds you of the grumpy pout sukuna has every morning when you escape from the cage of his arms.
“why? did daddy do something?”
she shakes her head, playing with the messily tied ribbons of the pigtails her father made, “no. it’s just…he’s so tall and his legs are so tall and he walks so fast and i can’t keep up.”
“who?” sukuna enters the room, a towel on his shoulder.
“godzilla.” your daughter replies.
he throws you a confused look and you shake your head as if to say ‘don’t worry about it.’
“well, dinner’s ready.” he says slowly, putting his hands on his hips.
“she wants to tell you something, don’t you, honey?” you give your daughter an encouraging look and she takes a deep breath, stumbling down from the couch and putting her hands on her hips, doing what her dad taught her when she wants to be a ‘big girl’.
“we need to talk, daddy.”
“talk then.”
sukuna realises the hesitation around her and crouches down to her level, softening his voice. “something wrong?”
“you walk too fast. an-and sometimes i can’t keep up. i don’t want you to leave me behind.” her voice grows small and she looks up at him with her lip wobbling.
“oh.” sukuna’s brows knit together, “uh, i’m sorry. i’ll walk slower next time.”
“or you could stick a leash on her hand and drag her around.” you mutter and sukuna seems like he’s actually considering the solution, “you’re influencing me too much. i need to stay away from you.”
“we sleep in the same bed.” sukuna deadpans.
“pervert.”
he rolls his eyes. “i promise i won’t leave you behind anymore.” he says to his daughter and she nods, smiling toothily as she leads him over to her tea party.
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the next day, you come home to your husband and daughter surrounded in bubble wrap and cardboard, “what’s all this?”
your daughter excitedly waves you over, “daddy got me roller skates!”
sukuna only shrugs when you look over at him, “i took your advice. without the leash though.”
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