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somasean · 2 years

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Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time - Brendon Urie

content: OLD, alcohol, drugs, clubs, gambling, based off the panic at the disco song (very very loosely off the MV. this came out before it I believe!)

an: you can tell I've never been to a bar or know about drinks/drugs/any club scene life. i felt so proud of this when i made it and i would spend hours just rereading it, so disappointed it never got the attention i thought it deserved. oh well.

EDIT: didn't mean to post this yet agony whoops. guess it's fanfic posting time!

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"What the hell?" I groaned out, wincing at the sound. What had happened? My head was fucking killing me though. Where even was I? I could hear voices all around me, growing fainter and then coming back into earshot. Propping myself up on my elbows and forcing myself to open my eyes, I looked down at myself. Wait, where are my clothes?

Sitting up further, I was able to fully look at myself. I just woke up in my underwear. Better than waking up naked like I had first thought. However, that could only mean a handful of things. I finally felt my senses coming back into focus and noticed there was a bottle of empty champagne in my left hand. Another quick inspection of the room and I noticed there were shelves where I guess liquor was meant to be. "No more liquor on the shelf..." I whispered, running my hand through my hair. What the hell even happened last night?

"Yo, let's go!" Someone called out to me and leaned against the door frame. "We've got hurry if we want to be at the pre-party on time. We can't be late this time." Ryan glared at me slightly and tapped his watch indicating that we were on a strict schedule.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hold on." I adjusted my suit coat and tie before turning to my best friend, smirking. "Alright, let's go fuck shit up." I muttered walking past him and towards the awaiting limousine waiting outside my L.A. flat. Sliding into the backseat, I reached into the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of brandy. I was already knew that I was going to get trashed at this party, so why not start early?

Ryan sat across from me and shot me a look as if saying 'Brendon, you know what happens when you drink too much.' Pfft, as if I cared. It was called having fun and I was, as my oh-so-perfect friend Mikey would say, addicted to having fun. He sighed and crossed his arms knowing he wouldn't win a battle that hasn't even started. He knew that I wouldn't listen to him anyways.

"Okay, so we're going to meet Dallon and Spencer at the party. Jon and Brent are going to be there too, but just try your best to be friends with them and not start shit. You're going to go and talk to some people, make yourself known with these bigger guys. Don't fuck this up Brendon, we need this."

I waved him off and took a swig from the bottle, before setting it down on the floor between my legs. I leaned forward digging my elbows into my thighs and clasped my hands in front of me. "Don't worry about this Ryan. I'll be a good little boy. I'll have some fun, maybe get trashed, gamble. Nothing you haven't handled before." I sat back, grabbed the bottle and took another swig from it. "Don't worry your pretty little head, I know what I'm doing."

The limousine stopped about half an hour later, telling us that we've arrived. Well, as if the lights and flashing of cameras didn't tell us that already. Tossing the small, empty bottle of wine in the trash next to the many other bottles, I stepped out and looked around at all the screaming fans taking pictures and trying to get closer. I rolled my eyes and waved to them, smiling for the cameras.

"Brendon! Over here!" A guy with a camera called out. "Strike a pose?" Which I gladly did. Quite a few times before Ryan had to usher me inside. Can't a guy strike some poses and get the fangirl's ovaries to explode?

"We've got to..." Ryan's words were drowned out as soon as we stepped into the club. It was like a nightmare and a dream all in one. There were so many people grinding on each other, drinks clutched in their hands with some of it spilling out onto the dance floor. Hell yeah, this was my kind of party. Over in the corner of the room was a crowd of people gathered together for what looked like a poker game, half of the crowd cheering and the other glaring at the card dealer.

Detaching myself from Ryan, I started to push my way through the crowd towards the bar. What kind of drinks do they have? Do they have anything exotic? Anything I could get drunk off of faster? Or did they have some drink I've never heard of before?

"Brendon!" I heard my name being called from behind me, probably Spencer trying to get me away from the liquid heaven.

Sitting on the nearest stool, I fixed my tie and looked over what they had. Nothing I haven't heard of before, but hey why the fuck not go all out? If you're going out, you might as well pass out in a drain pipe. "What can I get you babe?" A blonde asked, appearing into view. Her shirt was too small, and her shorts too short. Of course, what else would you see in a club like this?

I rolled my eyes, before deciding on something a little calmer for right now. "A bourbon and Jack Daniels. Mixed, lime on the side sweetheart." The blonde nodded and went off to make my drink. Sure, I wanted to get hammered pretty quickly but I still wanted to have some idea of where I was and what I was doing. Well, at least for now. The fun part comes later.

She returned with my drink a few minutes later just as someone else was sitting down next to me. I looked over at him and took a sip of the drink, relishing in how it tasted. It could have been better but I guess it would do until I moved into the harder stuff.

The man had a mass of untamed black hair that covered his face, a studded leather jacket, and black skinny jeans ripped at both knees. His jacket sleeves were pushed up, revealing several, dozens, of tiny little bracelets covering both of his wrists. Talk about typical emo trash. He was probably the son of the club manager who was drinking away his problems just because his girlfriend dumped him for some jock. But hey, haven't we all bet there at some point or another?

"A black and red After Shock in a beer glass, please and thanks doll face." The guy said confidently yet still quietly, while looking up at the blonde. The smirk was evident in his voice, and it was pretty clear he was a cocky bastard. He spun around in his stool and looked over at me. "I should probably introduce myself. Bret." Yeah, he sure looked like one too, but he aslo gave off the vibe of someone that I would get along with really well. Another party goer. Someone else who knew this kind of lifestyle, hell if not even better than me. But I was the king of parties, you shoulda' seen what I wore, I had a cane and a party hat. I was the king of this hologram.

"Brendon."

He looked me up and down while the waitress made all the drinks. He was dressed pretty decent for this club, but yet again I'm here in a goddamn suit. Fuck, I wanted to be in something more comfortable but Ryan said I had to make a good impression. He spun around in his seat again and downed his drink, not even bothering to drink the water the girl had given him first. "Mhm, good shit right here. You should try it and not that weak pussy shit." His green eyes shifted back over to me, as if silently judging. He chuckled lightly at what I could only guess was my expression. "Wanna gamble?"

I smirked and nodded. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

I held my head and fished around for the trashcan, trying to hold back vomit. Fuck, this didn't feel like any of my usual hangovers. And I've had my fair share of them. Wrapping my fingers around something in the shape of a trashcan, I pulled it to my chest and puked up the contents of my stomach. Or at least what was left in it. Ugh, I hated this part of hangovers. I hated puking in general.

I must have sat up too fast again as the room started to spin all around me, only making my stomach churn again. You would have thought that after years of partying I'd have learned how to deal with this by now. It still hurt me every time though. My eyes had to have been playing tricks on me. There was no way there was a wedding dress on the floor next to me. Seriously, what the fuck did I do last night?

"Bluff." I smirked and laid my cards down on the velvety green table. I had to admit, this guy was good. But again, I've been to enough parties and played way too much poker to know when someone is lying or not. Bret shrugged and laid his cards down, taking another shot of whatever drink the bartender had whipped up for him. It seemed to vary in color every time it was brought back. Different drinks or different mixing? Who the hell cared anyway.

"You're better at this than I had thought." A pretty black haired girl walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, as if trying to give him a hickey. She was pretty hot to be honest. She was wearing a tight red latex top, showing way too much cleavage but it's not that I minded, with very tiny booty shorts and 3-inch stilettos.

Her brown eyes flickered over to me and she made a face, almost as if she was smelling something foul. Which I wouldn't doubt it considering how much shit was going on this club to begin with. "Brendon, Rayna. Rayna, Brendon." The girl, Rayna, giggled and sauntered over to me. She traced her hand along my jawline and looked over at Bret. I couldn't help but let my eyes drift southward for a moment. She sure was well endowed.

Rayna leaned down and whispered in my ear, nibbling on it slightly as she pulled away. "Why don't you come back to the lounge with me and Bret? If you're really the partying type, you'll be up for it." With that, she walked off, swaying her hips slightly. What's the worst that could happen? Poor Ryan though, he was probably going crazy trying to find me. Oh well.

I threw some cash on the table and pushed my way through the crowd, following the girl behind the bar and down a dimly lit hallway. It seemed like something you'd see in those old gangster movies where someone is taking you to see the Godfather before he blows your brains out.

A large bodyguard was standing in the way of the door to the "Lounge". Whatever was going on in there had to be good in order for there to be someone protecting it. Usually they just put an Out Of Order sign up.

The guy nodded at her and stepped aside, letting us in. A large cloud of smoke escaped from the room as the guy opened the door. You could hear quite a few people talking in there, lots of laughing and glasses clinking. The room seemed to be a dark purple, or at least that's what I could make out from under all the Playboy Posters.

The talking all but stopped when we walked in. Wow, talking about not being wanted some place.

"Who the fuck is this guy?" A deep voice muttered, pointing his shot glass at me. He was buff as fuck, with tattoos covering both his arms, neck, and chest from what I could see. He also seemed to be wearing a tight pink crop top and chiffon skirt. Hey, all the power to what you like to do.

Rayna sat down beside the guy, or girl?, and patted the seat next to her. I looked around at everyone sitting on the large couch. There were a few girls who I assumed were strippers, other guys dressed like the first and one tiny dude sitting in the middle of them with girls all around him. He had a glass of what looked like rum in his hand, and smirked over at me.

"Who's this?"

I held out my hand towards him, and smiled friendly. These looked the type of people you didn't wanna piss off in any circumstance. "Brendon." The guy just nodded while one of the girls handed me a small silver tray. It had rows of white powder on it, a few bills rolled up nicely, and a blade sitting in the middle of it all. I raised an eyebrow questioningly at the guy in the middle.

"Coke." He motioned over to a cooler in the corner of the room that some drunk girl seemed to be sleeping on. "And there's some champagne if you'd like. I'm JT by the way."

I've never done coke before, but hey what's the big deal right? If you're going out, you might as go out so much that you wake up in a drain pipe. I grabbed a bill and snorted the white substance, cringing slightly at how it felt in my nose. Yeah, that was something I wouldn't ever get used to. A girl handed me a glass of champagne and sat down in my lap.

After that, I could barley remember what had happened. It was all a blur. The last thing I can clearly remember is losing a bet to the guy in the chiffon skirt and high heels.

I tried my best to recollect my thoughts of everything that happened. I finally looked around. There were plenty of sets of clothes scattered across the room. On a chair in the far left corner seemed to be a guy, in black high heels and a chiffon skirt. There was a tray sitting next to him, covered in white powder with a few bills and blade on it.

I leaned down and grabbed what I assumed to be my shirt and threw it on quickly. I had to figure out what time it was. Or where I was for that matter. I tossed my feet over the bed and stepped in something cold, wet and chunky. Vomit.

"What the f-" I shouted and yanked my foot up, wiping it on the hotel blanket. God, I needed to shower soon. I threw the sheet over the puddle of vomit and stood up, only to fall over. I'm a scholar and a gentleman, I usually don't fall when I try to stand.

I grabbed the side of the bed and stood up again, this time more slowly. I was starting to get my vision back fully too. There was a pretty girl asleep in the bed that I was laying in. I shook my head and grabbed the rest of my clothes and checked the time on my phone. Noon with a million missed called and messages all from Ryan asking where I was and if I was okay.

I wasn't about to stick around any longer, so I threw on my clothes and texted him to come to the hotel if he could find it. I turned my location on, so he should be able to. If not, I'd have to ask someone where I was.

He got here rather quickly actually. He looked kind of worried too. "Where the fuck were you all night?! I tried texting you and calling you and I didn't get any answer. Fuck Brendon, I was so goddamn worried! And fucks sake, you look like shit."

I just shrugged and got in his car. "I know." I checked my phone as he drove us home. There were plenty of photos of me in high heels, making out with random girls, and even quite a few videos. Most of them looked to be of the uh, adult industry type. I clicked on one that looked fairly innocent.

"Don't threaten me with a good time!" I screamed from a shopping cart rolling down a hill, in a wedding dress. Was I really I that drunk? Wow, this was one for the history books for sure.

Ryan looked over at me, a confused look on his face. "What the fuck was that?"

I just shrugged again and turned on the radio. "Like I said before, don't threaten me with a good time."

#panic at the disco #brendon urie #text post #fanfic #writing #clubbing #drug mention #alcohol mention #patd #dicky writes #bandom #songfic #fanficton #dont threaten me with a good time #cringe

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idle-teen28 · 2 years

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Eyes like stars (a panic in needle park fanficton by @melis-writes)

Song : fuck it, I love you by lana del rey

#Finally made this #panic in needle park #bobby axel #Al pacino #Liv tyler #Lana del rey #Nfr #norman fucking rockwell #fuck it i love you

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wulvbonez · 1 year

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wwwhat the fuck. fanficton

emos your firestar...emos him... This came 2 me and i pulled out a google doc and wrote it in like 30 mins Enjoy! CW FOR: Blood, death, panic, disassociation ___________ So this is what it’s like to feel pain. It's sharp. It's sharp but then he’s fallen now, and that white red-stained paw is moving away, and he’s looking up at the stars. Then it burns. It burns like a wildfire raging through the forest, wrecking everything in its path, leaving ashes in its wake as it claws up his throat and blood floods his senses and now it is all he can taste, all he can think, all he can breath, and the pain doesn't stop, it's not stopping, it’s clawing his flesh from the inside out, it’s choking him and now he can’t breath, his vision is blurring and the pain still won’t stop, and everything is too much, too little, too dizzy, too still, too bright, too dark- dark. It’s dark. Not enough time, something whispers. And then he’s standing. He’s standing and he’s burning with pain and agony and regret and anger and he can feel his lives, he can feel the absence, he can feel loss and he knows something has been ripped from him and he will never get it back and then he lunges. He lunges and he bites and he knows the pain as he watches black bleed darker as blood coats his senses for a different reason, now. He knows the agony as he watches his opponent struggle and he remembers the loss and does not care, he remembers the agony and he does not care but- He remembers the agony. And he cares. The world erupts into action, yet it dies all the same. Cries are muffled, silenced, muted and it is just him, him and another hurt little kid. He thinks of Longtail, thinks of Tigerclaw. Thinks of Bluestar, thinks of Swiftpaw, thinks of so many more faces and names and emotions he can’t quite yet place. He watches Scourge and wonders if he is thinking, too. “I’m sorry.” He wonders if a cat like him could go to StarClan. Wonders if he deserves too. Wonders if he wants him too. Wonders about many things, but then there's cries of relief and celebration and then there's a familiar scent, someone pushing into his shoulder, saying, “You did it.” (It doesn't feel like victory.)

#firestar #warrior cats #warriors #drabble #writing #fanfic #warriors fic #firestar fic #ermmm what the hay #idk #hes like a wet dog 2 me

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iwritefanficnotprophecies · 6 years

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I find it funny how the video game and music fandoms are so similar. They both have the type of fans who are very active in the fanbase (ex: going to concerts/play the games), types that can only enjoy the fandom from a distance (ex: just watching gameplays and music videos), and they both make cosplay verY FUCking difficult.

BONUS: Fanfiction is scarce/poorly written/purely smut.

#detroit: become human #video games #gaming #fandoms #smut #x reader #music fandoms #game fandoms #fandom #fanfic #fanficton #fan fiction #panic! at the disco #my chemical romance #emo #music

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monoceros260 · 6 years

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McGonagall's Girl Chapter 11 is live!

Go read it! Tell me if you like it!! YAY READING!!

#mcgonagall's girl #harry potter fanfiction #minerva mcgonagall #professor mcgonagall #fred weasley x oc #harry potter #original character #hp fanfiction #fred weasley #fanficton #anxeity #panic attack #i am a terrible person #i torture my OCs for fun

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bandbagels · 7 years

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sky high - brendon urie x reader

anon asked: “Hiii :) can I request some beebo fluff : I had this dream where I was on a plane and beebo was sitting next to me. But I was really sad and depressed because something happened idk and he was all like "whats wrong darlin" because hes all cute and friendly and I had told him everythng and he consoled me and gave me his number to talk more and it was really cute idk”

a/n: omg I’m not sure if I even did what you asked and if I didn’t then I seriously apologize because I swear I didn’t mean to like, do something different, anyway, there’s a fear of flying in this fic, enjoy :)

masterlist // ask me things

Leaning into my seat, I grip the armrests and breathe. This wasn’t going to be good.

The thing is, I hate flying.

The pure concept of going thousands of feet in the air in a metal cylinder-death-trap wasn’t the best, and flying in that metal cylinder-death-trap alone sucked even more, and the takeoff wasn’t perfect either.

The plane is on the runway and if I look out the window, I can see the entire runway and, if I stay looking long enough, the takeoff.

Hell. No.

I slouch in my seat, closing my eyes. Maybe if I close my eyes for about 20 minutes then by that time I’ll already be in the air. Yeah.

“You alright?” A voice asks and I open my eyes, realizing it was the man next to me. Feeling embarrassed and leaning up in my chair, I nod.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m-“ I glance out of the window, realizing the plane was going faster and any second we could lift off the ground. I gulp, losing my train of thought and my hands start shaking on the armrests.

“Oh.” He states, before grabbing one of my hands. I draw my attention to his smiling face, who seemed so calm in this moment, “You’re afraid of flying, huh?” He asks and I nod.

“No big deal. Just look at me, don’t look out the window. You can even lean into me if you want. One of my bandmates does it sometimes because it makes him feel better.” He offers and I oblige, leaning more into him and he places his arm around me to pull me closer.

“So, where are you going?” I ask him, trying to take my mind away from the plane taking off.

“Uh,” He pauses, “A concert.”

“All this way for a concert?” I ask him and he chuckles, the vibration running through me.

“It’s a pretty important concert.” He answers and I nod.

“You’re going alone?” I ask him again.

He shakes his head, “Some of my friends thought it’d be funny to sit me far away from them, since we take so many plane rides together.” He explains, “Where are you going?”

“A wedding.” I groan, “It’s not as fun as a concert, though.”

Once the plane’s steadily in the air, the man lets his arm fall off my shoulders, but when the captain announces turbulence, his arm finds it’s way around me again without ask.

Eventually, I wake up, discovering that I had fallen asleep on him. He grins when I wake up.

“You’re awake.” He tells me and I rub my face.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to-“ “No, no, it’s fine, I swear.” He swears and I lean up in my seat more, “And I was just going to wake you up, too. We’ve landed.”

I look outside the window, realizing that we’re on the ground. I feeling of relief washes over me and I sigh. “Thank you.” I tell him, “You don’t know how comforting that was.”

“Anytime, beautiful.” He winks and I blush as he stands, “I need to catch up with my friends and help get the equipment for our show out of the plane, but here.” He hands me a piece of paper with Brendon (plane guy) followed by a phone number, “Text me.” He winks again before walking down the front of the plane.

I probably should have been worrying about getting off the plane or texting my best friend about how I just got this hot plane guy’s number but there was only one thing that seemed to run through my head.

That was Brendon fucking Urie and Oh my fucking god, how did I not realize that sooner?

masterlist // ask me things

#brendon urie #brendon #brendon urie fanfiction #brendon patd #brendon urie imagine #Panic! at the Disco #panic #panic! at the disco fanfiction #panic at the disco fanficton #panic! at the disco imagine #dallon weekes #dallon patd #mcr masterlist #mcr #bandbagels' masterlist #sky high

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mlpmemes-and-mlpthings-123 · 3 years

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A Flutter mother

This is a fanficton I have made myself. I have been going through some emotional life issues recently. I was inspired to make this, and I hope you enjoy this story :)

It was raining, cold, and dark. I was scared not knowing where I was, and I was also confused as to how I got here in the first place. I remembered running away from the family I had been living with. I was desperate to escape a reality that I felt wasn’t mine at all. I remembered falling into hole that appeared out of nowhere and suddenly I’m in a forest. I looked for where I came from but there was nothing. My only choice was to walk through the wilderness where eventually I found a trail leading me to the edge of the forest. The trail lead to a road where I saw hoof prints and wheel tracks in the dirt. I followed the road until I came to a small village. It was too dark for me to have seen any road signs, but I also didn’t expect to see talking ponies everywhere either. I was more scared about being seen, or causing a panic so I snuck around the village until I found an alleyway where I hid behind a wagon. I was there for almost an hour and I had so many emotions, and thoughts going through me I broke down and started crying.

I heard hooves trotting nearby but I couldn’t get myself to stop crying, and when the trotting got closer I looked to see a pony coming towards me. A yellow pony with wings and a pink mane came over to me and asked, “are you ok?” I froze not knowing what to say. she looked at me like I was a traumatized animal she had never seen before. She noticed that I was drenched from being in the rain and saw the tears running down my face. “Oh Celestia, you look awful... do you not have a place to stay?” I told her what happened to me, and that I had no idea where I was. She insisted I stay with her at least for the night. “Please do come with me you need to get warm before you get hypothermia.”

“I have a fireplace at my cottage you can get warmed up and then have something to eat too as I’m sure you are hungry.” I followed her to the cottage where she took me in and set me down on in front of the fireplace. She stoked the fireplace and added a couple more logs to the fire. “My apologies I don’t think I properly introduced myself.” I looked at her as she put the last log in the fireplace. “My name is fluttershy.” I was numb from the cold so I couldn’t speak clearly so I nodded. She looked at me like she understood why I couldn’t say a word. “I can see that you are still very cold, let me get you a soft warm blanket.” She left the room as I sat looking at the fire. Then I heard the flapping of wings come up behind me. She wrapped the blanket around me like I was a Christmas present. “There we go!” She said as she got on the couch behind me. “You should be warmed up in no time.” “I’m just going to stay here on the couch to watch over you for a while.”

It was after 30 minuets of sitting down that I started feeling sour and I tried moving around a bit to get more comfortable. Fluttershy noticed what I was doing. “You don’t look comfy sitting on the floor...why don’t you sit here next to me?” I looked at her, and she looked back at me with a loving, inviting smile. I got up and sat next to her on the couch. She felt my ears noticing that they were as cold as ice. “Can I feel your forehead?” I nodded. She put the back of her hoof on my head feeling that it too was still cold. “Oh my...you’re not much warmer than you were before I brought you in.” She said in a worried voice. “It seems the fire isn’t providing enough for you.” “If you’d like, you can come and sleep with me, it’s much warmer especially with somepony else to share it with...if you don’t mind doing that.”

I didn’t mind one bit. I nodded, and said that it was very nice of her. She smiled, as she picked me up and flew to her bedroom. The bedroom was very warm and welcoming. There was a softly ticking clock in the wall, a light breeze blowing through the trees outside with the window opened just a bit. She set me down on her bed, and went to get another clean, and dry blanket. She came back in the room and set the blanket off to the side. She jumped on the bed and layed down next to me.

“I don’t know about everything that you have been going through, but from what you’ve told me, I can certainly say that it has hurt you mentally, and physically.” “I can see it in your eyes, and I can feel it just by looking at you.” She said in a soft, understanding tone. “It hurts me to see you, or anypony in this state.” “I think right now you need to feel loved, and be given attention more than anything else.” “I...want to help you feel better.” I looked at her with tears running down my cheeks. I tuned to her on my side crying with my hands on my face. Suddenly I felt fluttershy gently wrap her hooves around my back and pull me into her chest. “It’s ok, it’s ok.” “I have you.” “You’re safe with me.” “It’s ok to cry.” “Give me all your tears.” fluttershy said with such a motherly voice.

I wiped my eyes against her chest. I’ve never felt something so soft and warm in my entire life it was almost magical just to be in her embrace. I nudged-my head into her chest more as she held me a little tighter. She began rubbing my head gently with her hoof. “You are loved so much more than you could ever believe.” “There are so many beings that love you.” “Even if the love you receive comes from an unfamiliar world.” I felt her tail move behind my back and move up underneath my head like a pillow. “I want you to feel safe with me.” “my wings are the softest part of me, and are also very warm.” “Let me cover you under this one.” As she extended her wing, it became much longer, and wider. As her wing gently covers me, I snuggled closer to her. “There we go.” She said softly.

All I felt was her warmth and the safety of her embrace. My crying stopped completely, and as my head pressed against her chest I started hearing her heartbeat. It was slow, steady, and softly beating. It was so gentle it started making me sleepy like a lullaby. I yawned deeply knowing I had nothing to worry about when a loving, and caring Pegasus is cradling me under her wing. I would rather have stayed that way forever if only it was possible. “It sounds like you are falling asleep.” “It’s ok to sleep here just as you are.” “You are safe and sound with me, and under my protection.” “If you wake up from any nightmares you’ll be right next to me.”

“Good night, I will see you in the morning.”

#mlp #fluttershy #cuddles #being loved #expressing emotions #caring #nurturing #loving

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ranvwoop · 3 years

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striving 2 write a fanficton-atypical panic attack where it's not. o no am crying. I cannot breathe. ok i will give you a hug and breathing techniques and hold your hand. I am cured :)

but also I don't want to make the characters seem too insensitive by that standard bc like. it just doesn't happen like it does in fanfiction

#vwoop.noises #a) i have had many a meltdown in public and its always sort of awkward-sweet with people i know and thats the ideal i think #bc people try to be good and it doesnt come across as it does in ff where its like. weird. thats just weird #and b) the characters in question are awkward kings peerpress #so like.#im trying to think of things ppl irl have actually done. went and chilled in a wizard minigolf. gave me a choccy bar.#offered to do my homework #the way fanfic approaches it is actually really uncomfortable and like. bizarre #like it happens sometimes. u just lose ur rational brain. nbd

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nagitoee3 · 3 years

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BEFORE I START:

I just wanted to say that everything in this story is satire / a joke. I don’t even know how to write fanfictons LMAO ‼️

Gojo knocks on your door at 7:48pm. His hair was wet from the rain. You ask him what he’s doing at and he gives you a smirk. He dries himself off with one of your bathroom towels, and changes into something more elegant. You ask him “why are you dressed like that?” He replies with “don’t worry about it” and tells you to get dressed in something elegant along with him.

As dawn is approaching, he brings you outside to his 800,000 Ferrari. “Here”. He gives you around $150. “What’s this for?” You asked. He then said “Don’t worry about it” again, with a smirk. You start to wonder what he’s up to. “Why is he so cocky today? This is gonna result with something good right? But what if it dosent” you thought to yourself. You slightly start to panic. “Maybe I’m just overthinking it”. You then asked gojo to turn on some music to distract you. “Why do you look so worried?” Gojo asked. “Wdym pooka looka?” Nothings wrong.” As the light turns green, gojo continues to drive. But then...his hand reaches for your thigh. You feel yourself start to blush, and you try your best to contain yourself, But he notices your change in emotion. As y’all arrive at the place he drove an hour out of town you finally arrive. He steps out of the car and tells you to stay in. He comes to your side of the car. While grabbing your hand to help you step out, he says “wow..you look amaze-balls snooka” “thanks, gojo” you said while trying not to giggle. He looks you up and down, then you notice his face and ears turning a light shade of red. “Is he seriously blushing? At me?..” a small wave of tension fills the air again.

As gojo takes your hand, you both walk up the stairs, and into the building. Turns out the place was a run-down Pizza Hut. “Gojo...did you really drive an hour away just to take me to a Pizza Hut?” You asked. “Well... I thought the aesthetic would be cool. Like america-core? Isn’t that what you guys like” he said. “Yes gojo, this is...very nice of you. It’s the thought that counts right?” You said. You could obviously tell he was annoyed by your comment. He ask the waiter for a seat for 2. As you were about to decline the entire date, gojo says “Did you really think I would have you dress up this nice for a Pizza Hut date?” He takes you through the mini arcade, and on the other side was a huge ballroom, filled with girls in their poofy dresses, and men in their tuxedos.

After seeing it, you apologized. “Gojo I sincerely apologize for declining your date at first” “it’s fine. I wouldn’t wanna be on a date like that either” he takes your hand leads you to the special table he rented out. This one was much nicer than the standard ones. As you two take a seat, he pulls a snake out of his pocket and gives it to you as a gift. You don’t except it, so you proceed to throw it outside. Gojo throws a fit an starts running away crying. “WHY DID YOU DO THAT. IT WAS MY SPECIAL SNAKE YOU HOODRAT BIMBO” you just laugh at him.

He leaves you at the ballroom and drives an hour back home. You had to catch an Uber to get home. You walk into the room to see him laying across the bed in his pajamas. You could clearly tell he was still upset by the incident. You go to shower, but little did you know, he put a snake in the shower head. It comes out as you turn the water on, and bites your neck. What gojo didn’t know, is that the snake...was a different snake. A species unknown to mankind. It then somehow turns you into a vampire. You still had a small sense of your own consciousness before your demon / vampire form completely took over. “If I bite gojo, will he turn into a hybrid like me?” You asked yourself. gojo begins to panic because he didn’t mean to actually hurt you. He just wanted to get back at you. As you’re preparing to bite gojo, you remember something your mother told you before she passed away.

“Don’t tell anyone this, but you were born with a special type of blood. This blood helps you to survive if you’re ever in a life or death situation. Giving you a sharper reflex, and enhances your brain to stay alive longer than normal people. The blood also cannot be transferred to other people except your own biological offspring.”

Meaning, if you were to bite gojo, he would die, almost immediately. “HEY” gojo shouted. “I know I haven’t told you this, but I also have a special type of blood. I can read thoughts, and my brain also enhances by 10%. But it’s still very different from yours since it’s made of different molecules.”

“So..what would happen if we were the mix the two together?” you said. You could feel yourself slowly fading out. “I don’t know...let’s try it”

#gojo #fanfic #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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darkistmalfoyhead · 3 years

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Marauders...

Sirius shoved his way to the front and saw her reaching for her bag. No. There was no way she would ever do that. Not to complete strangers- unless it was a Hufflepuff obligation to be kind.

"Oh my god, she's giving him our cookies," he whispered in horror. Remus scrunched his eyebrows, craning his neck. He recoiled, jamming his elbow into Jame's stomach.

"Ow," he grumbled.

"It's my chocolate-chip ones," Moony said, panic etched on his face. The three shared a look. They all knew that no one touched Remus's cookies. Adara even made sure the house elves put in extra chocolate just for Moony.

Read on:

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/249807426-the-other-malfoy-era-of-the-marauders

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27855666

FanFicton: https://www.fanfiction.net/story/story_preview.php?storyid=13761169

#harry potter marauders #marauders fanfiction #malfoy family #slytherpuff #hufflepuff #my fic stuff #marauders

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teencrackship · 2 years

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Do not Panic

Prologue

Every small town has a secret. Ours is a game. Losers stay here where losing is what we do best. The winners come out. In Carp, Texas, getting out of this rotten mess is the only thing worth it. This is why players risk their lives to win. Judgment is coming, but the game is not meant to kill you. And it won't. If you follow a rule. Do not panic.

As usual, Ivy woke up to hear her little sister complaining to her mother that she wanted her breakfast. Too busy getting drunk on the couch to care, so Ivy had the responsibility of feeding Isabella. The three of them had been living in this mobile home since Ivy and Izzy's parents separated. Their father had left with all their money leaving them practically poor. It was one of the many things she had in common with her best friend Heather, although unlike her, her father contributed money to an account for their studies every month for her and her little sister.

She dragged her feet into the tiny kitchen where her sister was drawing on the counter, still complaining about her mother.

- Oh, finally! Your sister keeps complaining! Feed her, said Vanessa, his mother, before taking a big gulp of beer. "You could have taken care of that," Ivy muttered, pulling out two bowls and some cereal. That's being a fucking mother. - You said what? Vanessa asked, raising her voice.

She wanted to see if her eldest daughter would dare to repeat.

- Forget it, she whispered, opening the fridge.

She realized that her mother had forgotten to buy milk. Still.

- You forgot the milk. - I will go tonight. - You said that yesterday too. - Look shit, I have a life!

Ivy shook her head as she turned to her sister.

- Well this morning, it will be cereals without milk, but tomorrow I promise to bring you a chocolate croissant from work, okay?

Isabella shook her head enthusiastically as she imagined how her croissant would taste. While her little sister ate, Ivy went back to her room to get ready. Although her family is quite limited given that she works well, she can afford to buy the clothes and makeup that she likes. This is why she often gets compliments on her clothes when she goes out. Since she was graduating today, she chose to opt for a little white dress with cherries, white heeled sandals and styled her hair by taking the top half of her black hair in a high ponytail to give it a volume. She made up very discreetly at eye level, but underlined her lips with a magnificent red lipstick. She may seem very intimidating at first glance, but in truth, she would do anything for her friends and family. She wants a better life than her mother's. Above all, she wants her sister to be safe. That's why she would do anything.

The truth is, Panic started like many things here. Because it was summer and there was nothing else to do. The game always starts right after graduation. It lasts all summer. All senior graduates are eligible to play. Sometimes 40 players enter. Sometimes half. But there is still only one winner. Every year there are new players, new challenges, new judges.

She would do anything. Even killing herself in a game. Of course, she has a plan B. If she doesn't win Panic, she knows she could manage to marry a rich guy in a few years and thus support her sister. It's not ideal, but she would do anything for her. Even marry a man she doesn't love. It remains to find it among this band of loosers.

But the game also has ghosts. We never have to say their names. They know where to find us. They know we're not going anywhere. Not unless we're playing.

#panic tv series #fanfiction #Oc: Ivy Martinez #dodge mason #dodge mason x reader #panic fanficton

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bigdickmadej · 5 years

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top 5 smutty fics (both in terms of your faves and most likely to send anyone to hell for reading)

LMAO, sex ain’t a sin, baby. It’s actually a great thing and you shouldn’t feel ashamed of it. Don’t worry.

1. can’t take you home to mother (that’s what i like about it) by redmaynes

Summary: “I still hate you, you know that?” Ryan gasped out after they finally broke for air, and he roughly shoved Shane back on the mattress to make quick work of the button of his jeans, and smirked when he heard Shane curse under his breath when he pulled down the zipper slowly, agonizingly.

“The feeling’s mutual, baby,” Shane said through gritted teeth.

“Don’t call me baby.”

Rated: E

Chapters: 7/8

Commentary: This is, no joking, one of my all time favorite fanfictons. And thought the smut is mostly in the first chapter, the truth is that it’s one of the best written out there. It’s hella hot, but also has a great plot that develops pretty well and smooth during the entire story. Really, an amazing fic.

2. Perfect Fit by moliuoli

Summary: There’s a legend that says anyone able to take all of statue Shane’s cock will summon the god to the mortal realm. Given the statue’s excessive size, no one has ever succeeded to prove or disprove the story.

Until Ryan that is

Rated: E

Commentary: Listen, I sure love this fic. I don’t think there’s a smut fic I’ve re-read as much as this one. Ryan’s characterization is one of my favorites, he is not only relatable but feels real in his every step and every action and good, or maybe bad, decision he makes that leads him to the main… thing in this fic. And that ending? Brilliant. Really love this fic, give me 50 of these.

3. Blood Buddies (with benefits) by Squeakyshroom

Summary: Ryan thought they were just friends, but one night and one bite has him questioning everything.

OR: Shane’s a fledgling vampire. Ryan’s an idiot.

Rated: E

Commentary: It wouldn’t be a smut list without including queen Sharon in it, and this is one of my favorite fics by her and in the fandom, and about Shane being supernatural. In this case, one of the hottest vampires ever. I adore this fic and how subtle Shane’s character is, because you as the reader KNOW he is in love with Ryan, you can see it in the way he talks to him even. And Ryan is just………….. such an idiot. But a lovable one who deserves that dick.

4. the ghosts are screaming by ryan_bergara (ashtronomical_wander)

Summary: “Okay, not gonna lie, I’m still freaking out a bit about this hotel, so erm,” Ryan says frantically, eyes shifting around the room in panic. “How about we, er…” he nods towards the bed, before giving Shane a pleading look.

“Wait, are you sure?” Shane blushes a little, not sure if he feels right doing this when Ryan was in such a state just moments ago.

“It’ll take my mind off it, come on…”

Basically

Ryan has anxiety and Shane is his comfort.

Rated: E

Commentary: Look, I even remember the night I read this fic. It made me tear up, as an anxious sub, it made me extra happy. One of the best quality sexy stuff out there, perfect characterization that provides a nice glanze at their relationship, truly one of my favorite interpretations of them and it’s so, so valid. Good shit, GOOD SHIT.

5. Let the Sunshine Burn Your Eyes by YogurtTime

Summary: An innocent man of taste and leisure, Ricky Goldsworth, just wants to check into his hotel room, but gets into an altercation with the concierge while a mysterious gentleman in expensive-looking clothes watches nearby.

Rated: E

Commentary: WHO would I be if I didn’t include my king in this list? WHO? This is the only Goldsworth persona fic I like, like… literally. It’s the only one. It’s not only incredibly well written, it has one of the sexiest most powerful vibes to ever exist in fiction, true erotica for everyone who touches it. And man, that twist at the end still haunts me because… BECAUSE. This fic is my kink.

#buzzfeed unclean #shyanlibrary #shyan #skeptic believer #shyan fic #nini got mail #mine #my recs #recs #fanfictions #top shane #bottom ryan #Anonymous

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