Dax writes stuff

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Hi, I’m Dax Diamond! I write stories, shows, and movies as a hobby. My favourite format is scripts so you’ll probably see a lot of that. I mostly write whump and stupid stuff. I have a terrible habit of never finishing anything. 

My main is @believe-bridesmaid

I try to put trigger warnings on everything that needs them, but I’m not perfect so just proceed with caution.

Check out my wordpress (it's free)

My Works:

Assistant Yasmin - Episode Masterlist [WIP]

Cyra College AU (18+) - Episode Masterlist [Complete]

The Game (18+) - Chapter Masterlist [WIP]

Dire (18+) - Chapter Masterlist [Complete]

Starry Anomaly - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 [Complete]

Judgment (18+) - Read on Wordpress [WIP]

Eatist (18+) - Episode Masterlist [on hiatus]

Fabulously Wealthy (18+) - Episode Masterlist [on hiatus]

Rainbow Royals (18+) - Episode Masterlist [on hiatus]

Jordan’s Fate - Chapter Masterlist [on hiatus]

Loud Hearts [on hiatus]

Pirates of Frypan Island - Scene Masterlist [Complete]

Tags / Worlds / Series:

Excerpts - Masterlist

Cyra's World - Story Masterlist

Dream World - Masterlist

The Purple House

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Hollywood Undead fanfiction writers be like we have to kill Jeff

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I'm writing more Cyra x Monty smut and I'm wayyy too embarrassed to post the really good parts, but like um hello ?????? Best ship I think ???? Like ever???

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Cyra and Monty had two favorite activities to do together: fuck, and joke around. Sometimes they would even joke around while fucking. And joking around about fucking? Well, that’s what they had been up to on that particular day on Monty’s couch.

The conversation was a chaotic mixture of jokes, yells, and laughter. They were both in their element, on the same wavelength. That was, until Cyra asked a question that was only somewhat a joke.

“Have you ever bottomed?”

Monty let out a single, surprised laugh. “Nah.”

“Why not?”

“Never thought about it,” Monty replied with a shrug.

Cyra hummed, looking Monty up and down. “I bet I could turn you into a bottom bitch.”

“You think?” Monty pried.

“I’ve done it before,” Cyra said, proudly raising her chin.

A heavy silence hung in the air. Cyra picked up on it quickly enough, her eyes going wide with shock and just a hint of delight.

“Wait. Are you actually considering it?”

“Well, you brought it up,” Monty replied. He had a feeling Cyra might make a big deal out of it if he took her even a little bit seriously. But part of him was curious about how far she would actually take it.

Nearly bursting with excitement, Cyra hopped onto Monty’s lap, straddling him. She smiled that adorably mischievous smile of hers that Monty had come to know well. 

“Wanna try it?” She was bouncing a little on her calves. The movement sent Monty’s mind straight back into the gutter. He pictured Cyra riding him like that.

“I don’t know, baby,” Monty said.

Cyra squinted at him. “That wasn’t a ‘no’…”

Monty chuckled, a little surprised himself. Why didn’t he just say no?

“I guess not,” he agreed.

“I know what I’m doing,” Cyra bargained.

“I don’t doubt that,” Monty replied.

When Cyra’s short-lived persuasion didn’t work, she resorted to begging. “Pleeeeeeeease, baby? Pleeeeease?”

Monty cursed himself for his inability to say no to Cyra, especially when she had him pinned to the couch like this. Something about the foxy look in her eyes always got to him. All he ever wanted was to see her having fun.

“What do you even wanna do to me?” Monty asked with a sigh. “Just stick your fingers up there?”

“Yeah.” Cyra’s reply was instant and to the point. “I’ll use my tongue too, if you want,” she offered, sweetening the deal.

Monty thought about it. The idea actually sounded kind of fun.

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These booktok-style AI ads that are going around would be a lot hotter if the guys in them were crossdressing

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I'm writing more Cyra x Monty smut and I'm wayyy too embarrassed to post the really good parts, but like um hello ?????? Best ship I think ???? Like ever???

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The College AU has me googling shit like "how to say daddy in sign language"

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Excerpt: Michael can't watch Cyra all the time

INT. Cyra’s house (kitchen) - Evening

Phoenix is in the kitchen, cooking some stir fry. Cyra calls out to him from the stairs.

CYRA (from the stairs): Phoenix! Is it ready yet?!

PHOENIX: Almost!

Cyra hurries into the kitchen.

CYRA: I’m starving!

PHOENIX: It’s almost done, cutie.

Phoenix kills the gas on the stove before moving the pan to the other side.

PHOENIX: It just needs to cool off.

CYRA: But I’m–

Cyra’s phone starts ringing, distracting them both. When Cyra takes it out of her pocket to check it, she scowls.

CYRA: Ugh! It’s Michael.

PHOENIX: It might be about your script.

Cyra’s eyes widen.

CYRA: Oh shit, you’re right.

Cyra answers the call.

CYRA: What?

INT. Matthew’s office - Evening

Michael paces back and forth as he talks on the phone, holding a script in his other hand. Matthew is at his desk in the background, marking up scripts with a pen.

MICHAEL: We need to talk about your script.

INT. Cyra’s house (kitchen) - Evening

Cyra glances at Phoenix.

CYRA: Okay?

INT. Matthew’s office - Evening

MICHAEL: We have to take out the sex scene. And I think you already knew I was gonna tell you that.

INT. Cyra’s house (kitchen) - Evening

Cyra rolls her eyes. She goes to lean forward on the kitchen counter.

CYRA: But it’s part of my vision. We can’t just take out the part where Birthday Boy dies. It’s pivotal to the ending.

Phoenix walks up behind Cyra and wraps his arms around her waist, pressing his body against hers.

MICHAEL (through the phone): Have him die in a different way.

CYRA: But that’s the only reason Murder Tramp would ever kill him. She loves him, so it only makes sense that she would accidentally kill him when she’s overwhelmed by that feeling.

We hear Michael sigh through the phone.

INT. Matthew’s office - Evening

MICHAEL: There are other expressions of love than just sex, Cyra. If you really want your writing to seem more mature–

INT. Cyra’s house (kitchen) - Evening

MICHAEL (through the phone): –you should find a different way to show that.

Cyra frowns as she listens to Michael.

CYRA: I didn’t write that scene to seem “more mature”. I wrote it because that’s how the story goes.

Phoenix nuzzles Cyra’s neck. Cyra brings her hand up to stroke his hair.

INT. Matthew’s office - Evening

MICHAEL: Then you need to change the story. Because we can’t film a sex scene with teenage actors, and you know that. If you don’t have any ideas, then Matthew and I can change it for you.

INT. Cyra’s house (kitchen) - Evening

CYRA: No! It’s my movie, so I’m writing it.

MICHAEL (through the phone): Then change it.

Cyra looks up in annoyance. She makes a frustrated noise.

PHOENIX: Cyra? Can I have the phone?

The idea makes Cyra forget her annoyance, smirking with mischief instead. She hands the phone to Phoenix.

CYRA (sarcastically): Have fun.

Phoenix backs away from Cyra and holds the phone to his ear.

PHOENIX: You’re putting Cyra in a bad mood.

INT. Matthew’s office - Evening

Michael frowns.

MICHAEL: Is that you, Phoenix?

Matthew glances up in surprise.

INT. Cyra’s house (kitchen) - Evening

PHOENIX: Hi, Michael.

MICHAEL (through the phone): We need to talk.

PHOENIX: About what?

MICHAEL (through the phone): About you and Cyra.

INT. Matthew’s office - Evening

MICHAEL: She hasn’t been acting like herself since you moved in with her.

PHOENIX (through the phone): How would you even know that?

INT. Cyra’s house (kitchen) - Evening

PHOENIX: It seems like you don’t know anything about her at all.

MICHAEL (through the phone): I practically raised her, Phoenix. I think I know a bit more about her than you do.

Phoenix moves his hand open and closed in a puppet-like motion, mocking Michael as he speaks. Cyra giggles, and Phoenix gives her a knowing smile.

PHOENIX: Well, you didn’t do a very good job of that, did you?

INT. Matthew’s office - Evening

Michael scowls.

MICHAEL: What are you talking about?

PHOENIX (through the phone): You know exactly what I mean, Michael. Do you even know where Cyra is right now? What she might be doing?

MICHAEL (annoyed): I know you’re at her house.

PHOENIX (through the phone): Are we, though?

INT. Cyra’s house (kitchen) - Evening

PHOENIX: You don’t really have a way of knowing.

Michael is quiet for a moment. Phoenix raises his eyebrows as he waits for a response.

INT. Matthew’s office - Evening

MICHAEL: I don’t know what you’re trying to do right now, but you need to take some responsibility. You’re the adult here. 

INT. Cyra’s house (kitchen) - Evening

Phoenix rolls his eyes.

MICHAEL (through the phone): If you’re going to be around her, you need to keep her best interests in mind. You know I can’t watch her all the time.

A smile grows on Phoenix’s face.

PHOENIX: Yeah. You really can’t.

Phoenix laughs at the thought. Cyra tilts her head as she watches Phoenix, unable to hear what Michael is saying.

PHOENIX: Well, you should call back later when Cyra’s not busy. We’re about to eat dinner. 

INT. Matthew’s office - Evening

MICHAEL: Phoenix–

PHOENIX (through the phone): Bye.

The line goes dead. Michael closes his eyes and huffs in frustration. After taking a moment to calm down, he starts tapping on his phone screen again.

MATTHEW: Are you calling back?

MICHAEL: No.

Michael holds the phone up to his ear.

MICHAEL: I’m calling Ryan.

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I know this pretty scene girl, I wish you could'a seen her, I know she got some problems, but I don't wanna leave her~

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"we detected a mature post" yeah I'm in my 30s

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I'm working on the ending for the ghost AU and it's soooooooo good I'm literally shaking

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I just wrote dialogue for Phoenix that actually made me gag

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I'm working on the ending for the ghost AU and it's soooooooo good I'm literally shaking

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Excerpt: Just Drain

I’m sure Near’s team was hesitant to tell me the location of their headquarters, but they still responded to my request surprisingly fast. Near must have told them I was “cool” or something.

When I arrived at the building, some guy named Gevanni came to meet me in the lobby. I was instructed not to mention anything about the task force or why I was there until we reached the top floor. Gevanni kept sizing me up out of the corner of his eye in the elevator. It made me wonder what Near had told him about me. Honestly, I wondered if Near ever talked about me when I wasn’t around.

We arrived at the top floor, and Gevanni unlocked each high-security door as we made our way to Near’s room. Finally, we made it.

The harsh glow of the TV screens in the dark room made me squint at first. When my eyes finally adjusted, my gaze fell to the floor. There he was, a tiny frame in white pajamas, knelt on the floor with toys surrounding him. My Near. He was the same as the last time I had seen him all those years ago.

“I guess introductions might be in order, since it’s been so long.”

Okay, that was different. It was Near’s voice, but he spoke much more eloquently. There was a sly confidence in his voice that I hadn’t thought he’d be capable of. I brushed off my surprise, though.

“Oh, come on. It’s just me,” I replied.

“Just you,” Near parroted. “Just… Drain.”

Gevanni took a seat at the desk next to Near. Since he was getting comfortable, I figured I might as well get comfortable too. I found a nice spot on the wall and leaned against it. I was still behind Near, but I was close enough that I could see the side of his face.

“Why are you here?” Near inquired, his tone as emotionless as ever.

“Mello’s dead.”

“I know.”

That caught me off guard. I was expecting to be the bearer of bad news that day.

“What? You already know?”

“Well, we were keeping tabs on him.” Near twirled his hair between his fingers. “And… it was Kira.”

“What?!” I didn’t mean to yell or stomp my foot, but that was what I did. “Kira got him?!”

“I figured that would be obvious,” Near said as he stared up at the ceiling. “Kira’s been hunting us both since we left the orphanage, just like we’ve been hunting him…”

My heart sank. Near was right. It was their inevitable fate if they weren’t able to catch Kira in time. I knew that deep down, but I didn’t want to accept it. Kira had already taken Mello away from me in an emotional sense, but now he had stolen his life. There was no way I could physically bring him back, and knowing that hurt like a bitch.

Suddenly, my legs became weak. I slowly slid down the wall, each inch feeling like a mile on the way down. I slumped on the floor. I couldn’t even cry at that point. I was so drained. 

“I take it you’re upset?” Near asked flatly.

“What am I supposed to do now?” I was mostly talking to myself. “Mello and Matt were all I had left. My dad’s been gone for years now. Same with mom, not that I’d want to see her anyway…”

“In that case, I have a selfish request.” Near only glanced at me for a moment, but I saw it. “Stay here.”

At first, I was certain I had misheard him. Even Gevanni did a double take from his desk chair.

“Wha… What?” I stammered.

“You said you have no one else, so you have nothing to fight for anymore, correct? If that’s the case, then I want you to stay here. I could use your help.”

I furrowed my brow in confusion. Near had never asked me for help. He always thought I wouldn’t be smart enough to be useful. That was one of the few things he and Mello had in common.

“What do you mean? I wouldn’t be able to help you with the Kira investigation. I never actually graduated from Wammy’s, you know.”

Near finally, finally turned his head to look at me.

“I’m not referring to the Kira investigation. I was always able to focus better when you were around. And I won’t say I’m lonely, because that’s not the right word. ‘Isolated’ is more accurate. You may be the only person I can trust to keep me company while staying out of my way.”

I fought the tears. Part of me felt hurt, while another part of me felt loved. I knew that was Near’s way of saying he needed me, but it was still painful to think that we were the only two left. Just like all those years ago, when Mello abandoned us at the orphanage.

“You’re saying you want me to live for you now? Since there’s nothing else?”

“Yes.”

I stared up at the ceiling and let out a heavy sigh. My breath was weighed down by years of uncertainty.

“Oh, Near. I’ve been living for you since we first met.”

Gevanni shifted uncomfortably when I said that. Whatever, I thought. Get used to it.

“So, you’ll stay?” Near asked.

“Say you missed me.”

“What?”

“Say you missed me, Near. Then I’ll stay by your side forever. I promise.”

There was a long pause while Near stared at me in shock. But then he snickered.

“You sound just like Mello. Okay, I missed you.”

All I could do was smile.

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What if I....... posted Death Note fanfiction......

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I have some more.......

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As Cyra's birthday approaches, celebrate by fantasizing about Ace killing her over and over again in the worst ways you can imagine :D

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Cyra-chan's Daily Life

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I feel like I need a "No Soliciting" sign on my wattpad page

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As Cyra's birthday approaches, celebrate by fantasizing about Ace killing her over and over again in the worst ways you can imagine :D

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I just replayed Dramatical Murder, so have some pictures of Cyra and her friends cosplaying the characters :P

(Cyra as Aoba, Celia as Clear, Connor as Mink, Jayce as Ren, Prince as Noiz, Hayden as Koujaku)

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*Ai Catch starts playing*