#sadly i learnt too late

[atlasscrumpit]

Ello, I just really love your yandere moonknight works (BECUSE I love to put myself through emotional turmoil for soem reason) and had a tinsey idea if your still up for taking requests for them.

I've stumbled upon a few yandere fics where the reader just kinda 'breaks' and becomes completely compliant and dosent argue back or anything. BUT the reader also kinda looses their personality and will to do anything besides obey the yandere and sleep. I was just wondering how you think the boys would deal with this situation and if you think theyd try to get reader back?

Numb

It was normal for your mind to switch off and go into auto, when everyday could end with you being hurt, you learnt to just be numb and do whatever they said.

But, Steven was the one that started to notice it more than the others.

He sat beside you on the couch and ran his hand through your hair, noticing nothing changed in your face.

"Hey, love. You've been so...different lately, is something wrong?" He asked still stroking your hair.

"What do you mean?" You whispered making him sigh.

"You're so...numb these days. I miss my Y/N." He whispered kissing the side of your head.

"Baby? Talk to me." He whispered as you slowly looked at him.

"It's okay, do you want dinner?" You replied, as if it was completely rehersed.

"No... No it's okay, we'll order in whatever you want. How does that sound?" He said, an unsure smile gracing his face.

"Why?" You whispered as if it was some kind of trick.

"Because you're our special girl, you deserve to have a treat." He said holding your face in his hand.

"Okay..."

--

Steven stood in the bathroom, staring into the mirror.

"What have we done, Marc? She's just a shell now, maybe we went too hard on her." Steven muttered as Marc looked back at him.

"Maybe for the first few months we were pretty hard on her... But, she needed to learn what was right and wrong." He replied making Steven sigh.

"I just want her back to how she was." He muttered sadly.

"What if we try a few things? Maybe we could get her a pet or something." He said as Steven nodded, he glanced out of the bathroom to see you sitting by the window just staring out.

He walked up to you and knelt beside the chair.

"What are you looking at, darling?" He asked softly.

"Nothing." You muttered in a monotone voice.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" He asked as you slowly turned to look at him.

"I'm not allowed outside." You responded, blandly.

"But, just this one special time. I'll be there beside you." He said as you went back to staring out the window.

"No thank you." You muttered making him sigh.

"Stay here, okay? I just need to go out for a bit."

--

When Steven returned, he found you in the exact spot he had left you in.

He walked over to you again, holding something in his arms.

"Y/N, love. I got something for you." He said slowly placing a dog onto your lap, you looked down at the small jack russell that looked over the moon to see you.

You slowly reached up and started to pat him, eventually Steven saw a small smile on your face.

"What's his name?" You muttered, the dog licking your hand.

"His name is Mutt, original I know but he's a rescue dog. I was thinking he could be yours." Steven said as you looked at him in confusion.

"But... Why?" You asked, your smile fading.

"You've been so...numb lately. I just want to see the old Y/N." He said as the dog settled in your lap.

"I thought that's what you wanted... I stopped showing emotions because...you always got angry." You whispered, Steven could see tears begining to form in your eyes, knowing how much you had held in for the past few weeks.

"I know, and I'm sorry we got so angry. We went too hard on you, we just wanted you to do the right thing. But, we hurt you and we shouldn't have." Steven said as you began to cry, he reached up and wrapped his arms around you as you sobbed, your new dog licking your face to try and help.

"It's okay, baby. I've got you. It's okay." Steven whispered playing with your hair as you cried into his shoulder.

"We'll go easier on you from now on, okay?" He whispered as you nodded a little and continued to cry.

"It's alright, love."

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #mcu #Yandere #Yandere Steven Grant #Steven Grant x Reader

[justrainandcoffee]

Criminal (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc)

Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell (ofc) Masterlist

Summary: Why give her a diamond necklace, a perfume or a new dress, when you can pay a bail to free her from prison? Their valentine's day ended with her in jail, but if you ask Alfie the events that lead her to be there were really worth. And hot.

Warnings: None. Except mentions of misogyny.

Words: 1.1 k.

1912.

The police station was in silence except for the chief's voice who was dictating something to another man who was sitting in front a typewriter.

Name: Rose Elizabeth Coldwell.

Date of birth: 20 June 1888.

Age: 24.

Status: Married.

Name of partner: Alfred Solomons.

Charges: Disturbances in public space, fighting, injuring another civilian.

Murders: zero.

"For now, you fucking pig!" the woman in question, didn't finished what she had started.

"Shut your mouth, lady."

"The day you close your ass, idiot."

"Add 'offenses against authorities'" the chief said to his colleague before turning his head to her "anything else you want to say?"

In response, Rose just showed him her middle finger.

.

How she had ended in such situation was a great question. Supposedly, that very night she and her husband were ready to enjoy a romantic dinner to celebrate Valentine's Day.

A new elegant restaurant had opened its doors and Alfie had made a reservation for them. Musicians were playing a beautiful melody with their instruments when they arrived. A waiter received them and accompany them to their table. Lamb was their choice for that night.

The young couple have only been married for less than a year, so that Valentine's Day was especial. Alfie kissed her hand and she smiled at him.

"I love you"

"I love you, too."

That restaurant allowed couples to dance and they saw several of them enjoying that night. Once the dinner was over, Alfie said to her, they'd dance as well.

But that never happened.

Lost in their own world, Rose only knew what was happening around them when she heard a woman sobbing. In the table next to them, a man was threatening his partner.

"I'm sorry," she said trying not to make an scandal.

"You're a worthless whore, that's who you are. Nothing but a bitch."

"Steven, please… don't."

"Don't what? Whore."

Rose frowned. Not in valentine's night and not in front of her. Sadly, Alfie reacted too late.

"Excuse me," she said approaching the man "Are you Steven?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

Rose smiled at him warmly and repeated the question "Are you Steven?"

"…yes "

"Good! Because I have a present for you!"

"What present?"

"This one!" Rose punched his nose with such strength that immediately it started to bleed and the man screamed. Now the whole restaurant were looking at them.

"My nose, you fucking bitch! You broke it!" the man tried to grabbed her but he couldn't. Over the last months she learnt jiu-jitsu and before the man could realise what happened he was lying on the floor with Rose sat on his back. She was making a key lock with the arms.

"Now listen to me, you piece of shit," Rose said still immobilizing the man. "Your options are very limited. Or I break your arm along with your nose or you learn how to treat a woman, fucking worm. Don't blame your wife if you are fucking, fucking miserable man. If you mistreat her again, I'll find you and I hope you have kids because after I find you, your days as semental are over and you'll learn that a broken nose is nothing compared to have a knife decorating your dick, did you hear?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"What?"

"Yes, ma'am, yes. I swear never again!"

"Good."

Rose let him go at the same time police arrived. The man walked through the multitude not looking at anyone and following one of the officers. The girl who was mistreated by that man and Alfie stayed there.

"Who's she?"

"Me wife," Alfie said trying not to sound so proud, but he was. He knew that she trained in martial arts but he never saw her in action. And to be honest with himself that was hotter than he expected. Such a badass attitude was definitely something new for him. "My Rosie."

They didn't allow Alfie to pay the bail in that moment. They kept adding charges because Rose wasn't ready to let it go. A lioness kept in a cage was a perfect definition for the current situation.

"Fifty pounds, sweetheart," said Alfie when finally, the next morning, they freed her.

"Make it one hundred, you fucking bastards!" she said leaning against the counter. The chief looked at Alfie.

"Control your wife, Mr. Solomons."

"Why don't you control the poor, eh? That's something you do very well! Bastards, part of this oppressive system, I hope you…"

Still protesting, they left the police station. Well, Alfie left the building carrying his wife with him.

"Ok. Enough, we're going home." Alfie picked her up easily and put her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. "Have a nice day, gentlemen."

"Let me down, Solomons!"

"No."

"What? Let me down!"

"No."

"Are you planning to walk with me over your shoulders until we get home?"

"Yes."

"People are watching us."

"Good."

"Have you considered to say anything else apart from monosyllables?"

"No."

Rose sighed while Alfie walked. There were no far away from their home and yet, Alfie indeed didn't seem to be ready to let her go. She accepted her fate. More than one in the streets looked at them amused.

"Nice ass," she said pitching his bottom while he was turning around the corner. She heard him laugh. "Did you enjoy the show last night? The bastard went to hospital and I heard policemen said that he didn't want to present charge but the cops had another idea. Assholes."

Alfie didn't talk until they arrived their home and only inside, he let her down. She fixed her dress while opened her mouth to keep talking.

"You…"

But her words remained in her mouth. Alfie put his lips over hers and was kissing his wife passionately.

"Yes, I saw the show last night and it was fucking hot…" Alfie started to unbuttoned his shirt, guiding her to their bedroom. "Next time, warned me about your skills, Rosie."

She giggled, hugging him by the waist. "I didn't know that was a turn on for you."

"Me neither."

The man grabbed her by the waist and laid over her in bed. "Next time," he said between kisses, "I'll take you with me when I have a meeting with fuckin' Sabini."

"If you want…" Rose beneath him, looked at her husband.

"Oh, I fucking want." Both of them kissed again.

Their romantic valentine's night had to wait until the next morning to be finish the way they wanted to finish it. But it was worth. That 1912, it was probably one of the most memorable valentine's date they ever had. Chaotic, for sure, but they were used to it.

Alfie knew he was married to a criminal, after all, she had stolen his heart.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x oc #alfie solomons x ofc #alfie x rose #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x oc #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons fanfic

[dreamingcloudie]

❛❛ In which; Dottore as a streamer... ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ I'll have to admit, this character is quite... alluring.❜❜

Pairing(s): Streamer!Dottore x (kinda) Game-Character!GN!Reader (Mordern AU)

Genre/Format: N/A (headcanons)

Warning(s): wrote this at 6am without thinking straight so possible grammar mistakes and sentences that don't make sense

Notes: There really isn't much of x Reader here, sadly :( I might write more of this in the future but idk

I know i have requests to do but this idea came out of nowhere and it was too tempting to not write something for it— I've only written headcanon once so this is short. I have no idea if I'm doing this right 💀

Let's be real, this guy would probably stream live torture on the darkest part of the internet

BUT, let's just pretend in this AU he's not an evil doctor man <3

He is a tired university student who majors in biology and thrives to earn a position in the medical field

And that means becoming a coffee addict and endless nights of staying up late to study 

Sleeping? What's that?

I can see him being so focused on his studies to the point where he doesn't interact with the internet much

If someone showed him a popular meme he wouldn't understand 

Boomer

L

Due to how busy he is, he doesn't have the time to find a job

He lives off of the money his parents send him every month lol

That was until someone introduced him to the wonders of the internet…

One of his friends—Childe, told him something about a streaming platform and he should go check it out

And that night when he got home, he pulled his laptop out and searched for it

He also learnt that people can earn money streaming whatever

For instance, most of the people streams "let's plays"

He scrolled down a little and he found people streaming… questionable things, and he was baffled they get paid for it

So that means, he could stream anything he wants and he'd earn money from it, as long as he has a certain amount of viewers 

Say less

And an account was made 

This basically becomes his part-time job now

He usually streams to tutor struggling students and you best believe they were very thankful 

He'll sometime do "study with me" streams too

As he takes his fifteen minutes breaks from studying, he'd talk to his viewers 

And when I tell you this man has the driest humor ever—

That's what got his channel to grow

Viewers would clip his dry ass jokes and post them onto other social media platforms, which caused his view counts to blow up

As he got more and more popular, his viewers would beg him to do gaming streams

With how dry his humor is, they thought his commentary would be gold…

And they're absolutely correct, they get to see a different side of him too 

Surgeon simulator is the very first game he was introduced to by his fans, to get him interested in gaming

Man's cursing every time when he accidentally drops something

"Now, we put this lung over— Shit."

Cue chat spamming the Kek emote 

It's been months since he started to stream and things are going pretty well for him

He comes back home from his lectures today to find his Discord server is filled with loads of fans telling him to check a game out, mostly because of a certain character

The general chat is flooded with hundreds, and I mean hundreds of pictures of them

And Lo and Behold

It is you

The moment he first has his eyes on you, his jaw drops

God DAMN YOU LOOK FINE AS HELL

Not to mention that harness you have on you—

Ahem

Anyways

He doesn't even know who you are or what game you're from

But man he's head over heels for you already 

The next time he starts his stream, the first thing he says is:

"Everyone was going crazy on Discord yesterday about a game character. And now my question is…

"Who are they and which game are they from?"

Babygirl took his first step into the world of simping <3

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin x yn #dottore #genshin impact #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #genshin dottore #il dottore #fatui #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers

[annie-creates]

To meet you

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: fluff (I guess)

Words: 1400

Note: Can we appreciate the fact all my fics have an exact number of hundreds of words so far? The idea for this came with the song Enchated by Taylor Swift. Also I hope this is gonna be good, it's something a bit different, so feedback is appreciated.

You landed in a field of flowers, surrounded by tiny flying fairies. They showed you the way into the school for good, your home for the next couple of years as you have learnt. You got a beautiful dress, the ladies in the groom room styled your hair and sent you on your merry way. Needless to say, you were completely captivated by the fairytale place. It was like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from, a real castle to live in. And you were gonna become a real princess? Talk about dream come true.

“Welcome, first year students. I’m professor Dovey, dean of the school for good.” The lady in golden dress introduced herself after you all quieted down in the meeting hall.

“And I’m Lady Lesso, dean of the school for evil.” A slightly taller woman stepped from behind her with a naughty smile and your breath stopped. She was absolutely enchanting. Those red hair, long legs and sparkly eyes with a little devil in them completely engulfed you.

“Now, we have had some changes here lately in the schools merging. We believe it will give you many new opportunities and perspectives, however outside of your classes your own faculties still stand.” Dovey explained, and even when you did your best to listen carefully, you couldn’t take your eyes off the other lady. It’s like you were magnetized to her.

In the next few days you’ve learnt to orient in the labyrinth of the school, successfully finding your classes, the dining hall or the library after a few tries. All the good classes were fun, the evil ones not so much. The teachers were quite unforgiving and tough, yet sadly you didn’t have any lessons with the dean of evil herself. So your only chance to meet her were the occasional school meetings, meal times or random passings in the hallways.

You were following a group of girls into your next class when she walked past you with a group of students, making you follow her with your head and bump into the girl in front of you when the group suddenly stopped. Lesso was passionately explaining something you didn’t hear, waving her hands around and not even noticing your glance, yet you were mesmerized.

The next time you were almost late to class, standing in the door for just a little too long, your eyes once again following the figure of Lady Lesso walking though the corridor even when your back was turned towards the hallway. You really wanted to step into the class on time, yet you couldn’t turn away from her until she rounded the corner and you couldn’t see her anymore.

You were sitting in the dining hall barely touching your plate, your eyes once again captivated by the figure sitting at the teachers table enjoying her meal. Fiddling your fork in the food you observed her light chatter with the other professors, hoping one day she’d speak to you so freely and without a worry like she does with them.

The whole year went on like this, pining after a woman who didn’t even know you existed. You tried to ensure yourself it was just an innocent teacher crush. That you didn’t really care that much. You didn’t really want her, you just liked her appearance, right? Like with famous actors or hockey players. It wasn’t a big deal. You’ll grow out of it eventually.

Yet when your first ever-never ball came, you couldn’t help but politely decline every invitation you got. Of course you knew Lady Lesso would never go with you, you weren’t even going to ask. But you couldn’t imagine spending the time with anyone else, so you opted to go alone, even if it meant getting a bad grade since you wouldn’t kiss anyone. At least you could spend the whole night undisturbedly watching her laugh and drink with her colleagues, even if you weren’t really a part of her world.

Your second year wasn’t much better. The evil dean interacted with your faculty more, which was nice since it meant seeing her more. It also meant more torture of the unreciprocated feelings you had. You couldn’t fool yourself anymore. No matter how much you tried to deny it, you were feeling something for this woman, and the stronger your feelings got, the better you got at masking it. If anyone knew about this it wouldn’t do any good. They’d probably expel you, and what more she’d think you’re just a weird schoolgirl with a crush.

So you continued to seek her presence only under the excuse of coincidence. You glanced at her when no one was looking. You followed her in the gardens only from a distance. As the whole year rolled around, once again you went to the ball without an escort. At this point you were the only princess who didn’t date anyone. Not that you cared.

You rather found yourself in the library buried in a magic book of spells you weren’t very good at since it was more of the school for evil’s specialty. But not everyone in the school for good would necessarily become a princess right? So you preferred to be somewhat prepared for anything, just in case. And you hoped that maybe the evil dean could find an interest in you through being such dedicated student.

Your third year came around and the dean of evil still hardly knew you existed. The excuse of an innocent crush was long out the window, but you didn’t have time to pin after her this time. You spent the whole year completing quests and missions with your classmates designed to prepare you for your fairytales. It was rare you had time to think about her or see her. Yet somehow your feelings grew even stronger with the distance put between you.

Your hard work finally paid of as you graduated at the top of your class. It wasn’t the results you hoped for, but at least it was something. You were getting ready for the storian’s ceremony, excited chatter all around you. Apparently being chosen for your own fairytale was a huge deal. Yet it wasn’t something you desired. All you wanted was to stay here, maybe become a teacher, and stay close to the woman you secretly loved.

Sitting in the meeting hall, every name the storian announced got a big applause and congratulations. Your eyes were once again fixated on the woman in a grey suit and dress coat, you probably knew all her angles by memory now. She sported a pleased smile for every chosen never, probably hoping they’ll finally win something. She was an epitome of grace, her elegant hands holding her cane, you could only imagine how skilled those fingers were.

“Y/n L/n.” sounded through the room and it took the girl sitting next to you elbowing you to get out of your shock.

You slowly stood up and came down to sign under your name in the book, accepting your fate. You walked between the deans, noticing their different yet pleasant perfumes. This was probably the first time you were this close to her. But this wasn’t a time to dream about the woman, you signed your destiny and walked into the room for the chosen ones like in a trance.

When you stepped into the room, everyone was excitedly piffling and laughing. It finally downed at you. You were leaving, tomorrow. You probably won’t see this place again. And if you want to, you need to defeat and probably kill one of the nevers sitting right beside you now. You slouched into a chair, rubbing your face. Was this a bad dream? Why was everything changing so suddenly?

As the ceremony ended, the deans came in to congratulate you once again and share some last advice. You listened to professor Dovey with only half an ear, your sight enchanted by the dean of evil again. You couldn’t help it. She’s been such a certainty in your life now, you couldn’t imagine you’ll never see her again. They sent you to pack and have a good last nigh sleep, but you couldn’t get your eyes off her, scared she’ll vanish the moment you do so.

Please don’t be in love with someone else. I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you.

#lady lesso x reader #lady lesso #lady lesso fluff #lady leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil #tsfgae #sge #fanfiction #fanfic #Spotify

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter eighteen

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 17, 2018 los angeles, california orion

When I wake up, I can feel it in my bones.

It’s 10 am, so I slept in a little, which is unusual for me. Duke is still asleep at the foot of the bed, unmoving as I stir awake. I’ve learnt that I feel awful after chemo, but it’s manageably awful. I feel horrific right now.

I’m freezing but covered in sweat. My head is pounding and the light that leaks into the room is blinding. My nose feels completely stopped up, so I’ve been breathing through my mouth, making it feel dry and sticky. In my bones, I can tell something is wrong. I know I have to ask for help, and truthfully, I’m terrified of what could be wrong. 

I grab my phone and call Emelia. I would call Macy, because she’s closer, but whatever this sickness is that I apparently have could affect her and make her sick, too. That’s the thing with chemo: once you get even a little bit sick, it’s immediately serious. Any infection can be life-threatening because chemo knocks down all your body’s defenses. I can’t risk Macy’s life, and I can’t even ask her family for help, either, since they could just carry whatever it is and give it to her. 

“Hello?” Emelia answers. 

“I need you,” I say, barely audible. My throat is scratchy, too.

“What?”

“I need you to pick me up.” My voice is somehow slightly louder, but still as hoarse. 

“Are you okay?” She asks, and I can hear her shuffling around on her end of the line. “Should I call 911?”

“No!” I say as loudly as I can. “Don’t call 911. Just come pick me up as soon as you can.”

“I’m coming. I’ll be there in 15.”

“Thank you.”

“Orion,” she says.

“Yeah?”

“Call Ashton. Let him know what’s going on.”

My stomach sinks, and I know she’s right. I have to tell him if anything goes wrong, and this sure feels like something is going wrong. “Okay. See you soon.” It’s not worth arguing. I know she’d yell at me about it again if she got here and I hadn’t called him.

Emelia hangs up, and then it’s back to quiet in the apartment. 

I don’t bother to check the time conversion before I call Ashton, but I’m pretty sure it’s really late there. He doesn’t pick up on my first try, so I check his location on Find My Friends to see where he is. It shows that he’s at a place called Universal Bar, so I try again. When there’s still no answer, I try not to get annoyed. 

On my third try, he finally picks up. I can hear the loud music in the background and the rush of overlapping voices around him. 

“Hey, just a sec!” He yells into the speaker, making me wince. I hear him tell someone that he’s going to step outside and I just wait until he makes his way outside. I can tell he’s made it because of the sudden quietness. It’s not silence, but there’s far less background noise.

“What’s going on?” Ashton asks.

“I’m sick.” The two words are hard to say with my throat burning like it is, and I wince at the sound of my own scratchy voice that’s distorted further by my clogged nose. 

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know, I just woke up and…” I trail off. “I don’t know. I just know something’s wrong.”

He does a sharp intake of breath — or maybe he puffs air out, I’m not sure. “Do you need me to do anything? Should I call you an Uber? Or an ambulance?”

“No! Emelia is coming. She’ll drive me.”

“Oh, good, okay,” he breathes. “Do you want me to stay on the phone while you wait for her?”

“Uh, maybe. I kinda feel like I might pass out.”

“Can I do anything?” Ashton asks. 

I think, trying to allow him to help me. This feels like a time when I can accept that I should accept help. I know how serious getting a cold while on chemo is, and it scares me. I’ve been scared this whole time, but I’m more scared now. Sadly, I don’t know if there’s anything I can ask of Ashton.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Do you…” He trails off.

“What?”

“Do you want me to uh, get Cal?”

“No!” I quickly say. 

“O, you promised that you’d tell him if it got bad.”

“No, let me… let me get to the hospital and get checked out. If they say it’s bad I’ll tell him.”

Ashton inhales and exhales sharply. He’s quiet for a few moments, seemingly thinking over what I said and what he should say next. 

“Orion, I don’t know how you can do this,” he eventually says, his words barely audible. It's almost a whisper.

With the throbbing in my head, ache in my body, and tenderness in my throat, I can’t talk about this right now. I can’t think about it. “Not now, Ashton.”

He hems and haws again, finally letting out an exasperated sigh. “How long until Emelia gets there?”

I sigh. “Probably another 10 minutes or so.”

“Good.”

Ashton doesn’t say anything after that. I don’t know how I’m going to fill the time that I asked him to stay on the phone with me for, since he wants to talk about things that I don’t want to and I can barely think straight. I feel like I could close my eyes and fall asleep and never wake up because of how tired I am. 

“What are you doing tonight?” I ask, trying to avoid spending too much time just wallowing in my bed and listening to quietness on the phone. 

“We had the day off and just hung with our families. We’ve got our final show of the Aus leg tomorrow, or, I guess today, since it’s past midnight. We’re out now with some friends.” He doesn’t miss a beat in my conversational redirection, thankfully. 

“Sounds fun,” Is all I can manage to think to reply. 

“Yeah, then we’re going back to Sydney for a few days for a break, then off to Canada.”

“That’s good,” I say. 

“You know, Cal could probably fly home after the show, spend a few days with you before we head to Toronto.”

He’s right, and I know he is. There’s a full week, plus a day or so for travel, between the Australia and North America legs. Calum could catch a red eye after the show and he could be here the day after tomorrow, with me. He could be there for me. 

“I can’t,” I whisper. How can I tell Cal what’s going on over the phone and expect him to show up for me?

“You don’t have to lie!” He yells. This conversation is getting old so quickly. I understand why he keeps bringing it up, but my stance is unmoving and it becomes more agitating each time he questions me. I think he feels the same, given his increasing anger on our call.

Thankfully, I’m saved by the bell, or rather, the sound of my front door opening. Emelia calls out my name and I hear her footsteps heading toward the bedroom.

“Emelia’s here, you can let me go,” I tell Ashton.

He stops and starts speaking several times after that, and Emelia appears in the doorway to the bedroom. I hold up a finger to tell her to wait a minute, and, with worry painted all over her face, she nods. 

“Let me know what the hospital says.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Don’t be like that, O.”

“Let me make my own choices. I’m gonna hang up now. Bye.” I fight the urge to throw my phone across the room after I hang up. 

“What’s going on? Are you alright?” Emelia asks, approaching the bed and then taking a seat. 

“I feel sick,” I tell her. “Like, real sick, not chemo sick.”

Her worry seems to grow as her eyebrows knit together. “We need to go to the hospital.” 

I nod.

“Yeah, I know, I just can’t get there alone and I don’t want to get Macy sick too and—“

“It’s fine, I’m glad you called me. Do you need help getting up? Do you want me to pack you a bag of stuff just in case they want to admit you?”

It’s then that I realize there are a lot of logistics to going to the hospital now. There’s Duke to think about. Who’s going to walk him and feed him? How long will I be at the hospital and do I need to bring clothes? 

“Maybe just grab an extra outfit and throw it in my chemo bag,” I say, my voice hoarse and hushed. 

“Okay, I’ll go do that really quick. I’ll see if Macy or her family can take care of Duke in the meantime. If you get admitted we’ll rethink things.”

I just nod. Emelia leaves the bedroom to get my bag and I struggle to sit up in the bed, my head spinning as I do it, but I manage to be upright. When Em returns, she heads straight for the closet. 

“Can you grab me a hoodie?” I ask. She doesn’t reply, but when she emerges from the closet she’s holding out a green hoodie for me to take. Somehow I manage to put it on without her help while she grabs my phone charger from the nightstand. 

“Here, think you can stand?” She asks, holding out her hands to help me up. I nod weakly and take her hands, letting her pull me to my feet. 

Getting out of the apartment and into the elevator takes a long time since I move so slowly, and while the elevator goes down to the lobby, I lean against the wall. The metal is cool on my forehead and feels nice. We get to the first floor and the doors open with a ding. Emelia wraps an arm around me to help me to the lobby, stopping at the desk to hand a key to my apartment to Ron.

“We’re leaving this here for Macy and her family, will you make sure it gets to them?”

I don’t look at Ron, but I can imagine his facial expression is confused and worried. I hate that he has to see me like this. 

Once she’s given the key to Ron, we head to the parking garage. Thankfully, the visitors' spaces are right outside the door, so Emelia’s car is close. She helps me into the passenger seat and then she walks around to get behind the wheel. The drive feels shorter than normal, so I think she speeds quite a bit, but I’m too miserable to care about it. 

Emelia pulls up to the door of the ER where a valet is waiting. She hands over her keys and swaps for the slip of paper they give her before she walks inside to grab a wheelchair for me. 

“Need help?” Em asks, opening my door.

“No, I got it, but maybe you can get the bag?”

She nods, leaving the wheelchair a few feet from the car. While she grabs my backpack from the backseat, I awkwardly fling myself into the wheelchair. I hear her slam the car doors shut for me and then she’s pushing me inside, where we’re met with glaring fluorescent lights that make my head hurt more. 

Emelia wheels me up to the check in counter, where they start the interrogation process to check me in. 

“Orion Moss,” I say. “November 5th, 1996.”

The man behind the desk in front of me nods, emotionless, typing in my information to find my charts. “What brings you in today?”

“Uh, fever, body aches, headache, sore throat,” I answer. “I’m in chemo right now and they said to come in if I get a cold or anything.”

Surprise washes over him. “You should’ve called us from the parking lot. Here, put this on,” he says, handing me a surgical mask. “Your immune system is compromised, that should help stop you from breathing in any additional viruses and bacteria.” 

I put the mask on. “Sorry,” is all I manage to say. 

“Fill out this form and bring it back up when you’re done.” He hands me a clipboard and a pen, and Emelia then wheels me away from the counter. 

“Need me to fill it out for you?” Emelia asks.

I shake my head. “I can do it, but thanks.” 

I start to fill it out, writing down my address and medication list, along with information about Dr. Harris and my primary care physician. I’ve done it a million times before, and my headache isn’t making it impossible to do, just a lot harder. 

“Did you reach out to Macy?” I ask Em while I check some boxes. 

“Shit, no, I’ll do that now,” she says and pulls out her phone. 

After I’ve filled out the form, Emelia takes it up to the counter for me. She comes back and sits next to me in a chair that looks wildly uncomfortable. She’s on her phone, and I’m guessing she’s talking to Macy. I realize that I’ve completely neglected to be in contact with Calum today and curse myself.

From: bass boy💕 hi good morning!!! we’re out celebrating. wish you could be out with us. we could use an unofficial photographer. i can’t believe we’re already almost done with one of the legs. just a month and a half til we’re in san diego! i’m back at the hotel now. gonna go to bed. love you sm, talk to you when i wake up! 

Right, it’s very late there, so my lack of response will be fine until it’s morning there. Since I’m unsure of what the next several hours will hold for me, I go ahead and reply. 

From: bass boy💕 hi good morning to you when you see this! glad time is moving quick and i’ll get to see you play in my hometown so soon! i’m sick again ugh probably gonna sleep a lot to try to beat the cold I hopefully set myself up for success by mentioning that I may not be on my phone much today. 

“Your moms are coming,” Emelia says, pulling me back to the real world, the one outside of my phone. 

I want to fight back, ask why she felt like it was her place to tell them what’s going on, but I know I can’t. She just did it because she cares, so I should accept that she wants to help. Besides, it will be nice to have them here with me.

“Thanks,” I say. She’s just being a good friend. 

Someone calls my name and Emelia wheels me toward them and into an exam room. They ask me to rehash everything I told them at check-in and on my form — sore throat, headache, fever, chemo, etc. — and then grab my temperature and a blood sample. For the blood draw, I asked if I could go ahead and lay on the bed, and they helped me onto it. She also swabs my nose and throat to test for the flu and strep. The nurse moves quickly, not making much conversation and seeming rather disinterested in me. 

“We’ll get in touch with Dr. Harris and a physician will be in shortly to discuss your labs,” she says, grabbing all of her equipment and disappearing as quickly as she had appeared. 

“Macy said it’s no problem to take care of Duke,” Emelia says when the nurse disappears. 

I nod. “Cool, that’s good.” I close my eyes and try to relax against the stiff and uncomfortable plastic mattress. Despite it being uncomfortable and the hospital blanket being incredibly scratchy, I feel like I could fall asleep here. Having my eyes closed also protects them from the nauseating lighting in here. I feel so awful. 

“Are you not answering Ashton or something? He keeps texting me.”

I sigh, grabbing my phone and checking my notifications. He hasn’t tried to text me.

“No, he was angry with me when I called him earlier though.”

“He’s asking if I have any news to share.”

I roll my eyes. “I told him I’d tell him what they say.”

“He cares,” Emelia defends, sighing. 

“Can he care a little less?”

I don’t know where it comes from, but she chucks a ball of paper that hits me in the face. “People love you and I don’t know why you expect that they can just not worry about you.” 

“He’s allowed to worry about me but he doesn’t need to micromanage our communication,” I say. 

“Says the girl who got mad at her boyfriend for not texting her enough the other day even though he had taken the time out of his day to sit down and call her.” 

Under more standard circumstances, I’d argue with her and say I didn’t get mad. It wasn’t an argument. I wasn’t micromanaging. Today, though, I don’t have the energy to think or fight on the topic. My brain is a mass of mush that can’t think critically. 

“I’m gonna try to sleep. Wake me up when the doctor comes?”

“Of course. Get some sleep.” 

—

I don’t know how long I’m asleep before there’s a hand on my shoulder, shaking me awake. When I open my eyes, there’s a man in green scrubs leaning over me. 

“Hi Orion, my name is Dr. Smith,” he says. 

“Hi,” I say, sleepily. I rub at my eyes and yawn, trying to sit up but not having the energy to. 

“You tested positive for the flu,” he continues. “We’re going to admit you to monitor your symptoms. Dr. Harris will be here tomorrow to continue your care, but the rest of the oncology team here will take great care of you in the meantime.” 

“How long will I be here?” I ask with a grossly scratchy voice. 

“Hard to say, most likely about a week.” 

I nod. 

“We’re going to take you up to the oncology ward now,” Dr. Smith tells me. I then notice the other hospital employees in the room. 

They start pressing buttons on the bed I’m in and then it starts moving. They tell me I can stay where I am while they wheel it out of the room. I don’t see her, but I’m sure Em is walking behind it. I hear her footsteps trailing along with us, into the elevator. We ride it up a few floors before they push my bed into a room that’s just as horribly lit by fluorescent lights as the ER was. 

Once I’m in the new room, Dr. Smith pulls Emelia out into the hallway to discuss things with her, I assume because he can tell I’m too sleepy to really think right now. After they talk for a few moments, Emelia walks back into the room and sits by my feet on the bed. She’s now wearing a surgical mask like I am.

“Do you need anything? He said they should bring lunch by sometime soon.”

I shake my head. “No, I just wanna sleep.”

Emelia nods. Her eyes hold a lot of pity for me and I hate it. “Another nurse should come soon and get you hooked up to an IV and give you some meds.” 

“Yay,” I reply with absolutely zero enthusiasm, making Emelia crack a very small smile for a second. 

“Don’t forget to update Ashton.”

She’s right, but after our conversation earlier, I don’t really want to reach out to him again. I don’t want him to make me tell Calum. This news isn’t something I want to share with him over the phone or over text. It’s a face-to-face conversation. Besides, everything seems to be under control. I don’t need to tell him yet. The hospital staff is going to take care of me. It’ll be fine. I’m going to be fine and it’s all going to be fine.

To: irwie they tested me for the flu and it’s positive. i’ve been admitted and will probably be here for about a week.

I don’t know what time it is there right now, but he replies quickly. He must’ve stayed up waiting to hear from me. 

From: irwie are you going to tell calum?

As much as my life does revolve around Calum, and as much of it as I’d love for it to, it doesn’t. It can’t. This isn’t about him.

To: irwie based on current status, no.

He’s apparently turned on his read receipts. The “read” notification pops up right as it sends, and he doesn’t even try to type a reply to me. I lock it after that, and then a nurse comes in with an IV stand and a basket of medical supplies. 

“Hi Orion,” she says. She’s wearing a mask, so her words are muffled.

“Hi,” I reply. 

“We’re going to give you some fluids and here’s some ibuprofen to knock down that fever.” She hands me a cup with two pills and a bottle of water before she starts getting the needle ready for the IV. 

I take my pills and hold my arm out to her, pulling the sleeve up on my sweatshirt to reveal the crook in my arm. I stare at Emelia while the nurse puts in the IV. She gives me a warm smile and a thumbs up. 

When the nurse is done, she pulls my sleeve down for me. After she makes sure I have everything I need for the time being, she leaves the room again, pulling the door closed behind her. Emelia tells me she’s going to go get a coffee, and then I’m alone again.

I try to tell myself everything is going to be fine, and it’s OK if I wait until San Diego to tell Calum. I decide that I have to tell him then, otherwise Ashton will probably do it for me, and that’s definitely not what I want. It’s a good distraction, I guess — worrying about Ashton and Calum and my relationship, rather than the flu. The flu, which I’ve had several times in my life, is deadly in the wrong circumstances.

These are the wrong circumstances.

chapter nineteen

a/n: lil nanowrimo update we are at 8.7k words

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #calum hood #ashton irwin #fanfiction #michael clifford #fanfic #5sosfam #imagine #calum x oc #calum imagine #calum fanfic #calum hood fanfic #calum hood imagine #tw cancer #tw illness #angst

[esther-dot]

do you have any fic recs about nedcat finding out about jonsa’s relationship?

Under the Gods, We Learnt Ourselves (10k, incomplete) is the fic I thought of as soon as I saw this ask because of how vividly this scene is written:

But he was getting ahead of himself. It was no match set before him. No. Jon and Sansa were close, the North knew that, and Ned did too. It was nothing really to worry about, it couldn't be. After all, they were only-

"Ned! I have need of you! Your youngest son is riding his direwolf through the halls of this castle and you know he listens to you when- oh!"

It was too late. Catelyn, had disturbed the pair and they tore apart with alacrity. But Jon's fingers lingered for a second on the curve of Sansa's hip and his nostrils flared as he took a last breath of her scented hair, previously spread over his shoulder and torso.

Ned knew she had seen them though, and he knew she too had seen their past selves, moments before they made love for the first time as themselves, not the paragons of duty their houses demanded, repeating their vows into each other's skin beneath the eyes of the old Gods.

and Build a Ladder to the Stars (13k) has Cat but really mainly Robb freaked out over Jonsa (because it is pre parentage reveal 🫣), but sadly, those are the only two I had bookmarked? I'll put it in the tag and hope we're get some more suggestions!

#jonsa #jonsa fic #dot chat

[heretodefyfate]

Hi, I wanted to ask if you have any thoughts about the pangoro and zorua story? I personally am having a hard time fitting it anywhere

Same here💦Throught out the game, the story barely get mentioned (other than the plushies cameo in Maria's room and the statue puzzle in the Carotos mountain?) and there's no moment in the game that remind me of the story

🤔At first, i thought that the player meant to be the Pangoro and Nim is the Zorua. From what we know from the tale, Zorua is a prankster, sadly their jokes and pranks can be too much for other pokemon, leading them becoming a loner. Then came Pangoro who not really minded of their antics. Soon they became friends. Then we learnt that Pangoro lost their mother. So, why did i think the player and Nim fit their role? Nim is a loner, mostly due to her circumstances and ability, rather than her personality. And the player, who "lost" their mother. But Nim rarely show much in late games, and she now seem to be more fixated on Melia now, so this headcanon is not as strong as before. (or maybe Melia is the Pangoro cuz' she lost her father? Or maybe her and player are both the Pangoro, we just sharing a role)

Aaaand that's it. The story didn't feel like it can fit in any of the chapters. I try thinking about the theme of the story. Two souls meet each other, create a bond, but one soul betray the others, breaking their friendship. And the end of the tale seem to indicate that they are never able to mend their relationship.

And i...still couldn't come up with anything concrete? Is the betrayal suppose to related to what Madame X and Natasia talking about back at the Blacksteeple castle?

Ren and Melia/Venam, best friends, Melia lost her father, Ren "betrayed" them by joining team Xen, but different to the story, Melia has forgiven him and trust him to know what he is doing. But the end has not yet to come, so maybe Ren still end up gonna "betray" the protagonist group after all?

So yeah, this is the best that i can come up with, there are many stories and lores in rejuv. We don't know how they connected with each other, yet. Or maybe it's just a separate story on its own, like the sidequest with Narcissa (i personally like to think that sidequest is not heavily related to the main storyline even it revealed some interesting hidden details) Maybe it's just an extra fun stories for children in rejuv. it has no connection to the protagonist nor antagonist. Maybe it's a distraction for st bigger?

Maybe v.5 would add more references to the story

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#pkmn rejuv #well. i hope this answer make sense anon 😅

[stormboundscholar]

Journal Entry

31.13.2023

Hey everyone. I hope you guys have been doing well! I haven't posted in a while because things have been just a little hectic. I just wanted to post once again before the year ended.

It has been... Interesting lately. I've had my share of ups and downs. My studies are a major part of my life (probably to an unhealthy level) so my exam results effect my overall mood. This is usually manageable, but I I had a streak of bad exam results around two weeks ago and I had to change my life a little bit. I am trying to be a little more grounded, and to study a bit more than usual. It's worked so far, and I am starting to see some results too. I hope that I can keep this up.

I could continue talking about work, it would probably be more appropriate for a study blog like this one. But to be honest I am just not feeling it today. You may notice a sharp tone change after this paragraph because I just want to vent a little.

I want to be honest, It has been a hard year.

I am a perfectionist. I expect a lot more from myself than I should. But I just feel like I don't have a choice, or maybe I am just continuing a mistake.

I am tired. I am basing my identity on my achievements. I have seen this before on a lot of media that I consume. I am becoming an arrogant asshole because I am just not fit for the job.

I live in a developing country. Fuck developing, you could just say poor. I was born a male and in my nation that means it is my responsibility to provide. I don't want to be poor, and I don't want a theoretical family I may have to be poor. The only way I can do that is if I get into a good university and then a good job. So I feel like I have to be one of the best. But I can't handle the work load.

I am also very alone. I have been neglecting my family, my friends, and people that I would have wanted to know more deeply. I feel that it has been getting harder and harder for me to join their conversations, and I feel like an observer rather than a participant in conversations. I am rotting in a prison I built myself, only my echoes to talk with.

My body is also a mess. I can't continue my weight loss for some reason. It's probably because I have been almost completely sedentary lately. Also haven't been getting much sleepor sunlight. It's a wonder that I am still alive despite all of that.

I think that this is burnout. I am showing a lot of symptoms of it at least.

I don't know what to do. I have so many things to manage but I'm not strong enough. I feel as if I am failing to keep up with everything in my life.

Fuck is it bad. I built a rube goldberg machine of fuck-ups to ruin my life.

I will try to be better this year. Despite everything my situation could still be fixable.

Sadly my first priority for the next 5 months will still be my studies. I have dug that hole too deep to climb out of it.

I may try to be a little more active. Some bodyweight exercises should be a little helpful. I have also been taking the stairs instead of escalators lately so that could help.

Friends are a bit tricky. I haven't had a serious hobby since last year and that limits my conversations. I'm also a little distant to them which makes conversations challenging. I also learnt that some people find me intimidating which could be pushing them away. Fuck do I have a lot to do on this front.

I also decided to try being a little more romantic this year. I'm 18 and I haven't even had a date before, maybe having a partner will help with loneliness. So I will be a little more daring this year on this front.

An incredibly depressing list of goals for 2024. It's pretty much the same as last year's list, except I am starting from a worse point. I still hope that I can use these goals as ideals for who I want to be.

If you've read this, thank you. I wouldn't want to spread my pain to others but my brain still wants to be heard. If you skipped to the end, well all that you'd miss is yet another person whining about life. Nothing exceptional.

Good night everyone and good luck with whatever troubles you might be having!

#diary entry #self improvement #studyblr #productive #online diary #melanchaholic #personal rant

[cosmicdream222]

im literally kicking myself in the foot for not doing something more worthwhile with my existance... i never knew of manifesting until recent years and while society likes to say its never too late sometimes it feels like that is it too late cause to learn any skill you have to have already learnt the techniques then have good practice abilities on top of it, like you cant just waltz into a sport for instance and take a gold medal you have to do it step by step but to do that again im fucking regretting so much rn cant i just bash my head into a wall and slowly die? or music for instance cant just pick an instrument and be good at it right off the bat again shouldve just fucking picked something and stuck with it

also i never had the likes of tiktok or anything internet for entertainment when i was a kid so in a way it shouldve been perfect chance to really do smth but as always situations got in the way and im regretting existing a lot rn. like why so many ppl so good at their niches or whatever it is they choose to do and theres so much more available now than there was back then but i cant seem to pick a single damned thing that i could realistically do at my age and still feel accomplished bc id just end up feeling behind or regretting not doing it sooner

sorry for ranting abt myself there just if only there was time machine or a literal realistic way of shifting to another damned reality cause this aint it like why im wasting so much of it doing fck all? it should be shameful honestly but like at the same time its kind of impossible with current economy being so crappy

for instance if u want to own a business (which i would do if i could even afford one with my own money but then u got to ha e the job and the know how on running it) seriously my ancestors had so many more things that were successful in their lives and some did have businesses bc shops were affordable back then, education used to be affordable too and housing etc etc. id be more inclinced to then have a family of my own if that were the case but it is not soooooooooooooo then its like even if you want a bog standard job it can still take months just to get something basic. i once did manage to manifest a free bus ride and my teacher not coming to college for a few days but thats abt it. other than that lifes kinda average sadly its not the 1950s and elvis is still dead asf.............. not fair

the other thing that puzzles me and sorry for making this so long but if we are supposed to have had past lives a) why havent we known about it before now and b) how come some celebs dont reincarnate or do the celebs that pass away just get a free pass to heaven and decide to stay put? (in which case i wont blame them but its also not fair that i have to still exist... or fail to exist i should say)

My dude, I understand where you’re coming from and I have been where you are. But you say you wish there was a way to travel back in time or shift realities - there IS a way to shift realities, travel back in time, and live whatever kind of life you want. Seriously. That is the whole reason I created this blog!! So please read through all the information I’ve collected instead of just complaining ok? 😭

All of that stuff you mentioned about your current reality is an illusion. Time is an illusion. It does not matter what you’ve done in the past. The economy does not matter. Your present circumstances do not matter. Past lives only exist if you believe they do.

Look around tumblr at void, loa and shifting success stories. I have shared many of my favorites. People in very difficult circumstances have regularly completely change their lives overnight, wake up in new houses, shift to alternate realities, change their genders, change their ages, bring people back from the dead, to say the very least.

None of it matters because we live in the literal matrix - a VR simulation - and you can have anything you want NOW.

[leggerefiore]

listen....all I want is Normal Cyrus AU fluff...I am on my knees.....

like I'm very certain he's still not very touchy but has a slight softer spot for s/o. will let you hold his face in your hands to press your foreheads together. you can hold onto his arm but not very often or when the situation calls for it. he's still bad with words or very cryptic and roundabout but you know him so well that he doesn't need to explain.

I'm just very soft to the idea of a Cyrus who got some therapy and someone to hold his hand when he needs it

monsterboy break

Cyrus would admit that he was a man with faults.

A man with many, many, many faults.

A man who previously sought to destroy the very world he lived in because of his emotional turmoil.

He denied the use of emotions and spirit, yet acted from them even still.

Perhaps, that was why when you provided him comfort and reason to express them, he stopped. Any small formations of a plan to end this world came to an abrupt halt and were stashed away so that they may never intrude upon his life again. After he confessed these many faults to you, you still accepted him; you still loved him.

Therapy was what followed. To say it cured him would be a lie, but it most certainly helped ease the burden and taught him better ways to manage himself. These new methodologies sunk into his mind and decided to take a new path. Team Galactic went from an organisation formed in order to research and begin his new world to a simple, genuine power company. Sure, he kept the strange uniforms and space theme, but now there was no action into doing anything overly illegal.

Sadly, being a large company often led to using small legal loopholes, but Cyrus was never one to fret over morals in such ways. He was putting his interest in science into his work while allowing himself to provide for you in such a profound way. It was a more peaceful, average existence.

Which is why Cyrus was currently in deep contemplation in his office. Yes, the star printed walls might have seemed a bit gaudy to any outsider (and his business partners), but he quite enjoyed the difference. He sipped on his coffee as he pondered. Your wedding anniversary was approaching, and he was unsure as to what to get you. You deserved so much, but he was unable to give it all.

His phone buzzed. Checking it, Cyrus saw a picture of you and his Weavile on the couch. He sighed. Marital bliss. Someone who understands him and respects his issues with physical touch. He sincerely could not ask for more. Files were gone through, employees were searched, researchers were spoken with, documents were done, Cyrus sighed.

Saturn peeked in his office before he left with a smug smile. The blue haired man always had been like that, but Cyrus had learnt to deal with his strange behaviours. What he had not expected was Jupiter to walk into his office. "You need a gift, right? I have an idea!" she grinned at him, placing a firm hand on his desk, "Take some time off. You've been here all day, and Mars said that she heard from them that they were lonely and missed you."

"President Cyrus, if I may, I can run everything for a few days while you spend time with your spouse," Saturn explained, staring at him with knowing eyes, "Besides. You need a break, too. Galactic won't fall because you relaxed a little."

Cyrus considered his words seriously. He could… Take some time off. You did deserve some attention since he had been too busy to give you a decent amount of time as of late. A short break spent with you could be a wonderful gift. A place to refresh his heart and mind. He took a deep breath and stands in his usual strict pose. "That would be acceptable. Thank you," he spoke with a harsh, deep tone. The CEO and manager knew better than how he acted.

You had just finished dinner when Cyrus arrived him. A quick and affection verbal greeting was had as he took his shoes off. A briefcase was left by the door as he stared at you. Had he even ate proper meals before you came into his life? He recalled many times he had gone to convenience stores to grab a bento or just stopped at a cheap food stall. You do so much for him. How could he ever repay such kindness? You deserved a more affectionate, loving man than him; one who could tend to all your needs unlike him.

Weavile cried at his feet, arms stretched up his pant leg as the pokemon purred. He pet the pokemon. Eventually when they were content they walked away to go sleep somewhere. Cyrus grabbed a plate and sat at the table to which you followed. A soft hand met his for a moment, and he allowed himself the touch. You were comforting; you made him… Happy. He conceded the word just as his therapist had told him to.

"How was your day, Cy?" you asked, cutting into the meet and dividing it into sections. He imitated you. His eyes closed for a moment. If he was taking time off, perhaps you two should go a genuine vacation. A make-up for your missed honeymoon.

"Average," Cyrus answered, eating a piece. Silence overcame the apartment. A peaceful one, that is. You never expected him to talk much, often chattering to him with little to no response from him. He always listened, and you knew that. Distantly, clawed feet pattered around the hard-wood. Weavile was on the move.

"He misses you, you know," you tell him with a smile, "I have no idea how you raised such a needy Weavile, but you did."

"… He was an extremely independent Sneasel if you can believe it," Cyrus admitted, recalling how the ice-type used to run away from him after brushing up against his legs. He would lean over to pet them before they moved away. "How would you feel about a vacation?" he prompted, laying down his fork.

"… Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?" you joked while staring at him in awe, "Seriously, Cy? I would love one!" Your smile and joy bloomed a warm feeling in his chest. The first part of your words hurt, however. Had he truly become that distant again?

"I took a few days off for our anniversary," he explained, "Would a trip to Johto be appropriate?"

You laughed at his word choice. "Mmm… Sounds lovely. Especially in the autumn! We have to see Ecruteak then," you smiled, "Thank you so much! I know how hard it is for you to take time off."

He shook his head. "It was no problem…" Cyrus's voice was deep and he took your hand awkwardly. You enjoyed his attempt at the gesture. "I wish to spend more time with you. We are lovers, after all…"

"I love you, too," you cooed, knowing what he was struggling to say. He gave a pseudo smile, and you allowed the peaceful silence to return.

Cyrus now had to plan an impromptu trip to Johto.

#cyrus x reader #pokemon x reader #cyrus/reader #pokemon cyrus x reader

[signedeclipse]

Hello, I already read the rules, you were right, there were several that I was not complying with and I apologize for that. I would like to request a long fluff tickle oneshot in which Enmu survived mugen train and a demon slayer reader who is her friend so in one of her encounters she confesses that she has never laughed in her life. so Enmu decides to tickle her for a while just to hear her laugh.

In this world, it's just us [Enmu X Reader]

Reader is Human Female | Fluff

Recommended Song - As It Was by Harry Styles

You were lucky that he just so happened to visit during your recovery, still healing battle wounds from your last mission. It was boring being bedridden, it made you wonder what it would be like to never worry about such a thing.

"Wow! That sounds amazing, Enmu!" You smiled as the dream demon completed another story from his latest mission.

Enmu shifted in his spot on the end of your bed until he got comfortable, crossing his legs under him to keep from taking up too much room.

"Did you catch any of the fight?" Across from him, you sat with your back against the wall, clutching your pillow with excitement.

Neither of you had even bothered to close the window, so the sheer white curtains swam inwards from the night's warm breeze. When he arrived, he commented on how clear the skies were, and you could see now that the moon cast beams directly into the room, which helped you see him.

Enmu always visited late at night when no one could see him sneak in, and like he was doing now, he would tell you all about his adventures.

"Sadly not, but I'll do my best to ask Akaza what happened when I next see him."

A fake pout formed on your face which made Enmu crack up.

"Okay, okay! I'll leave it up to you to remember."

The conversation was much less dialogue-heavy than usual, but neither of you brought it up or seemed to care about that matter. It was likely that you were just tired, but Enmu was purposefully trying to savour the moment more than usual.

As confident as he was in his plans, the battle was a close call, and Enmu almost doubted he'd be able to visit you again.

"Is something wrong?" As Enmu fell into his thoughts, you couldn't help but get worried at the saddened look on his face. He perked up the moment you called out to him and grinned.

"I should be asking that to you! Let's find a cure to all that worry!"

The demon's arms leaped forwards, quickly grabbing onto you and pulling you towards where he sat. Before there was much time to react and question, his fingers were already dancing along your sides.

And like a pipe bursting from pressure, your laughs came pouring out. It was like liquid gold, and both you and Enmu seemed to notice how unfamiliar the noise was.

"Enmu!" You managed to back away for a moment, happy about the breathing techniques you had learnt that kept you suffocating, "How'd you do that!"

"Do what?" His fangs peeked from behind his lips from the sheer strength of his smile, finding it hard to hide his white lie.

"I've never laughed before."

You still let out the occasional giggle between words, even though his attack had temporarily stopped. It took Enmu a good second to register what you meant- but not long after to make a pact with himself.

"Then I'll ensure you never forget what it feels like~!" His hands found your sides again, forcing your laughs to fall out all over again.

Tomorrow, Enmu would be sent on another job by Muzan, and you would be fully recovered to resume fighting demons again.

But tonight, just for tonight, you weren't enemies.

You were two friends experiencing life together, joking, and laughing.

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Author Note -  Thank you for re-sending and being so cautious! its okay honestly, things happen <3 I hope you enjoy and please take care of yourself!!!

Image Credit - Niza on pixiv

Word Count - 627

#kny x reader #kny oneshots #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #enmu #enmu x reader #x reader #reader insert

[missnight0wl]

Hey! 👋 I was (re)reading some of your HPHM theories and I just wanna say it's amazing how you can keep track of clues and connect them to make solid theories bcs holy shit, what a mess 🤦‍♀️

I'm drafting my own ver. Of HPHM and, honestly, I completely removed R from the story. R's initial premise as an overarching villain, the puppeteer behind the scenes if you will, sounded interesting. But there are so many clues and people to keep track of, but half of them lead to nowhere or get abandoned halfway anyway. I decided to spare myself the headache; idk how you kept up 😵‍💫😵‍💫

I think I did end up making my MC a bit of a Mary Sue since I kept several things about her canon self. She's a metamorphmagus as a reference to her in-game ability to change everything about her appearance at any given time + she sort of chameleons into whoever she needs to be in specific company; she's a legilimens (though not as strong as canon); she's generally a powerful witch.

Ofc I drummed up the amount of familial angst (just the concept of Jacob having to readjust to his life several years late and missing out on half of his sibling's life is begging for that sweet angst 🤌) and sort-of identity crisis she goes through but hey, you can't have everything 🤷‍♀️

You know, the story of HPHM is really not that complicated if you keep track of it as you go.

There was that girl in the fandom I used to discuss many theories with. Unfortunately, she left Tumblr a while ago already and I’m not in touch with her anymore. But the point is that we would dissect pretty much every chapter of Y5 and then Y6 as they were being released. And while the ideas were new, we kept coming back to the same basic information over and over. So, with time, it just stuck in my mind. Because truth be told, there’s also not a lot of that (considering how long the game itself is).

And then people started sending me questions here because I knew a lot about the story. But the thing is… I knew a lot because I kept answering your questions. You know what I mean? I don’t know, I just feel I memorised all of it kind of naturally, I guess.

That being said, I totally understand that it might feel convoluted for more casual players. And sadly, I have to say that the writers never made it much easier, even back when the game overall was a much better quality. I think there were two big gaps between the moments when we learnt crucial information, and we didn’t spend enough time within the narrative to review it. And when they started reviewing it in Y6, they turned MC into a total moron who discovers every two chapters that “the Sunken Vault has to have something to do with water!”.

They kind of went from having too much faith in their audience to having literally no faith in their audience. Currently, I’m fairly certain they’re convinced we’re idiots.

As for your story: you do you. It’s your take on it, so I think pretty much anything is allowed as long as you enjoy working on your ideas.

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #jam city #ask #anonymous

[caeloservare]

🍵 this is all good tea uwu

//It had to wait a bit, but I know what I want to say.

Fuck elitism and egoism.

In roleplay it takes various forms, from creating groups that aren't open to new people while in a public space to singular people thinking and acting like they're better than the rest of players around. Well, they're not. If anything I find this kind of people laughable. Maybe even worse than the rest of playes as they tend to leave a solid bad taste and ugly experiences before disappearing from the stage. Excuse me, there is no main character in roleplay. There is no twisting players around you to fit your idea, rules and scenario, because it ruins everyone's involved fun to feed one's ego. That's not what roleplay is about.

Luckily, there is hope to grow. Many, if not most roleplayers had to go through That Guy phase at some point to learn how to roleplay so they have fun and so people around have fun. Learn it's not about you. It's not story written to fullfil your desires. If you want one like this - go write a fanfic. Roleplaying is something else and requires communication and finding middle grounds.

Fun fact: I randomly remembered that I went through That Guy phase too! In kindergarten 😂 Very fast reality check of "you make it all about you!" and thinking how can I improve playing with other kids so they'll have fun too and won't kick me out of playgroung of course, because that's the natural consequence of being That Guy. I very clearly remember thinking about that, blowing bubbles in the bathtub.

Sadly some people never learnt that their behaviour is the problem, not the whole world around them. It's not too late though! Get your shit together and get better instead of drawing demands. Getting into Vox Machina & DnD content, I've found that there's plenty of sources about problematic behaviours and about improving them. Of course in here there is no Game Master, only players, but it's valuable lessons and skills none the less.

#eiiskonigin #ooc #oh looks it's actually salty tea! #might be pigwówka effect #XD #but also momma lion protecting my friends instinct #I love you all and you deserve better than to be pushed into fulfilling one person's story #remember that in roleplay that story is yours too!

[ayowuzap]

Yes i was rereading and reached at around 756 now while making the chapters for part two pile up since last last month fuck everything

Bg: Cale suddenly got transported to the sealed god's "tests" in the temple because of something idk and that was somehow the god of death's fault so now he"s trying to fix shit up. This particular scenario that i thought of around 1 - 2am that hasn't stop haunting me was the Wrtah Test. (I finished the scrap thingamajig at around 2:30 just in case ya'll wanna know don't judge me please)

Ps. I tried to stay loyal to the novel's/author's way of writing so i appologize in advance if its wonky don't also @ me with the grammer since like i said its fuckibg 2am help me

"Jack, Mary and Bud Illis."

Their eyes widened as Cale mentioned their names that they couldn't utter out loud  before.

It was understandable. They were gone after all.

"Those three are doing well."

However what the Cale whom they didn't know very well and had complete balance because he had the wood ancient power said the complete opposite.

"What..."

Hannah mumbled out subconsciously, completely flabbergasted as she heard her dead brother's name and being mentioned as if he was alive.

No, as if he didn't become a sacrifice in the first place.

"You- You aren't lying are you?"

"No. I have no reason to lie about something like this."

Hannah could not help but be doubful. However, Cale understood her feelings.

"That's great."

Tasha commented in a sorrowful yet joyful voice.

"That's really, really great."

Tasha smiled sadly as she gently closed her eyes shut as if satisfied.

"Mm."

Glenn Poeff whom Cale had known as one of the people who was a survivor of Poeff Household and the Assasins Housholds, and most importantly as Bud's ally and companion, hummed and clenched his fists.

Cale looked at them tiredly and looked at the ceiling while still holding the paper Cage gave him earlier and while still stepping on the God of Death's divine book.

Cale then spoke.

"Mourn."

They flinched as their eyes shook violently at the unexpected yet expected response.

"Remember, let go then mourn."

Cale said his thoughts out loud.

He could not help it.

He had lost many people in the past as Kim Rok Soo and had become quite familiar with the feeling of sadness and mourned, albeit very late.

"If you still can't accept it yet. Mourn some more. If you can't anymore or don't want to, that's fine too. No one will rush you nor judge you."

"They'll understand too."

Tasha's face had become blank as Hannah's expression broke and Glenn brought his clenched fists towards his mouth, shutting his eyes to orevent himself from tearing up.

"And well, I..."

Cale theb turned his toward them with a sorrowful, understanding expression yet with a bright, satisfied smile.

"I may or may not have learnt this the hard way."

He smiled even more as he remembered his conversations with the other Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo that he met in the other "test" and his conversation with the team leader he knew when he was going to give him his Embrace ability.

However, the others saw this both correctly and incorrectly.

He looked as if he had gone a lot through- (leaving this blank for now)

--- (leaving this blank for now)

"Mary..."

"Oppa...!"

"Ugh."

Hannah wailed, holding onto the robe she's wearing that is originally her brother's robe that he had always wore before he died, as Tasha fell down to her knees and sobbed and cradled her face while Glenn clenched his eyes shut even more as he bit his lip until it bled and...

They mourned.

Imma edit this later but for now imma cry myself to sleep gunayt-

#trash of the count's family #cale henituse #hannah tcf #tasha tcf #glenn poeff #sealed god's temple test #wrath test #jack tcf #mary tcf #bud illis tcf #everyone else is there they're just not mentioned lol #i need to sleep #i seriously need to sleep #yet here i am with the tags #abusing my phone notes privileges lol #pain #i nearly forgot lmao #tcf #whoops

[littlecaregiver]

My experience on little space and Age regression.

On this blog I'll talk from my big age mostly, so, if you are in little space or doing Agere right now, it could feel a bit boring to read, and I touch a bit sad topics.

I am on my late 20's while writing this.

Like some of us, (maybe a few more than just "some") my real childhood was not the best.

Abusive father, crying a bit too much, seeing my mom cry more than any kid should (the perfect amount is Zero).

And while being a kid my coping mechanism was playing, ignore everything and read books (I learnt to read at age 3), play with my pokemon figures, watch anime (Pokemon, Sailor Moon, and Dragonball were the ones I could watch at afternoon in the late 90's), watch movies, and play pretend, alone in my room.

Because the other option was to face the bad guy who make fun of me, and eat all my food while I was hungry.

Growing up, even after we left the bad guy, that bad guy still tried to find us, and scared us a lot, threatening to do hurtful things to me and my mom.

What I could do? Being six years old, I didn't want to worry my mom even more.

I kept playing, I kept reading, watching anime and spooky movies. Doing bracelets with shiny beads, colouring, playing with glitter, and cars, and boardgames. I was happy, constantly ignoring the pain that was real life.

I kept growing.

I kept growing all these years.

But there's something that didn't change in spirit.

When I was three years old, playing alone in my room, knowing very well why I what I was doing, why I was playing loud music, or pretending to be a Pikachu myself... I became my own caregiver.

My mom loves me, she always did, and still does. But sadly I knew she couldn't take care of me every single moment. She had adult problems to solve.

I became a Schrödinger kid.

A part of me was a cry baby little kid playing in the mud and wearing lion king onesies to school.

The other was the part that needed to grow up to be sure the little silly kid was safe.

And it has been like that for the last twenty five years.

-✨-✨-✨-✨-✨-

I don't fully age regress, as well as I'm not a full responsible adult. In my case is a perfect balance all the time.

"I'm a 7 years old with a debit card, deal with it, dumbass!~" I say to anyone while I buy another two plushies and a new box of crayons for myself.

I pay bills, I have a solid relationship, I work as a commission artist, I do responsible adult things... while carrying my Rainbowdash plushie bag.

My partner is happy with my way to be, sometimes we are watching a horror movie (we are big fans of horror movies, sorry), and suddenly I go "Honey, I want Carl's Jr chicken nuggets stars... Take your keys!! You driving, I pay! I need stars!!" and we go and have dinner of chicken stars, on pajamas, while I probably wear cat ears.

It works too when I'm alone "I finished working for today, I helped grandma with the grocery shopping... time to go play at the playground, eat cookies, and then take a shower before watching Bluey"

For me little space is not a marked moment, I don't feel I'm 5 to 7 years old on an afternoon, I don't act like a toddler who can't use a debit card... because at the same time I'm my caregiver, who knows "we" can spend other twenty bucks on a new set of stickers, or a whole damn cake.

Is a bit sad, a bit weird, a bit funny and a bit odd... to live my whole life as a 7 years old with a debit card, a car, and the freedom to do anything I wanted when I was a little scared sad kid.

#little me #big me #presentation #opinion

[malbenita]

Was tagged in a self-love game by amazing @juuyeah and @rlbbackup !

List your top 3 favorite works you’ve done (art fics whatever u want) AND WHY :D gotta make sure to do the why👹no self deprivation here🕺Feel free to rope anybody else into this chain we gotta self lovo 🤸‍♀️

I don’t have much in stock since I was only actively drawing digitally for about a year, but I have some milestones here

First is… banana???

OKAY LET ME EXPLAIN before banana July 28 I had little to no experience with render and colour. I was silly. My colours were BAD. I just got something other then default brushes and I rendered these bananas to the limit. And it was indeed fun! Still proud of the way these turned out

Second one in my first finished ambitious work and is dedicated to sxf. As always - big ideas small experiences. And it took me over a whole month to finish! I was struggling endlessly with each character here and amount of render is crazy, I would change a lot here nowadays and actually maybe will redraw it someday. Like saturation levels on Anya hello??? Arms?? These poor flowers?… But I still love this one for trying and for it being associated with my first fandom memories 💖

Now I’ll talk about brand new drawing. It isn’t much of a redraw but it’s vaguely resembles concept from an old work of mine and does Tell A Lot.

First one was meant to be Halloween special that… took Oct 30 - Nov 23 lol girl slow. (Poorly censored blood because im lazy) and a fresh 4h remake next to it. Tumblr ate colours sadly since red is the most hated part of spectrum by media it seems, but I am really proud of made progress. I wasn’t able to finish first one because I was putting too much effort. And recent one is like… at least 28 times faster and DONE.

Sometimes less is more. I learnt where to spend more time and put more details and where I can save time. I wasn’t trying even twice as hard as first time and it worked! This drawing is basically “I’ve grown, I’ve learnt” with all techniques and shortcuts and an idea of what am I even doing.

As to who to tag I am not sure (few weeks late with response), so anyone actually! I would love to see what others made, so I’m tagging You - freely use me in “was tagged by”! No matter the skill personal achievements are valuable and admirable ❤️

#aaaah sorryyy it toook me looong #but a HUGE thanks for tagging me! #and also am serious about anyone participating - I like to hype others don’t be shy