#I made a draft cause I was in a rush and just forgot about it... dumb-dumb me.

[ysrjune]

Could u please do a dallas x childhood bsf/first gf where she moves to tulsa, totally clueless to the fact that thats where dallas ran off to. And at the end they get back toghether n some smut maybe?? :) Oh n btw they were each others first kiss n allat, until dallas turned hood.

[ “I WAS ONLY 17 WHEN WE FIRST TRIED THINGS #📍

#🕶 WHEN SHE FIRST MADE ME FEEL LIKE A MAN ” ]

[ I lowkey forgot like half of dallys lore, sorry that I got a few things wrong (I think) im deadass too lazy to get my book out and read it to get my stuff right rn </3. I didn’t add smut cause I haven’t been feeling it lately, sorry anon 😞 hope its still good enough though! + I dont really like this I rushed it cause I had it in my drafts 4 so long.. ]

ENJOY ! ♡

Dallas Winston, your first boyfriend.. sort of. You two had been really close ever since you met when you were 10. By age eleven, he was your first kiss. Dallas was such a flirt, and you couldn’t resist when he asked for a kiss after a long day of hanging out. For the next two years, the both of you were seen everywhere together when he wasn’t getting into trouble. Regular trouble. Before he became a hooligan. Talking back to his parents, Bad grades, Pulling pranks.. that kind of stuff.

One day, he just dissappeared. You were looking around for him in the places he'd usually be in, but nothing. You even worked up the courage to go and ask his buddies if they had seen him. The older boys were tough and mean looking, but they were decent in attitude with the ladies. "Naw. he didn't tell ya?" One of them with shaggy brown hair and green eyes with a scar next to one of them asks you. "Police are after him. He fleed last night, little lady." The boy brings a cigarette to his mouth.

"That's rough," a boy you were familiar with, named James chuckles. "Dally, just up and left without telling his girl. What a shame." He shakes his head. That was the last time you ever heard of Dallas.

You had forgotten about it quick. Well, not forget.. but never thought about it again unless someone would bring up stuff like "who was your first kiss?" or "have you ever had a boyfriend?" answering those questions didn't hurt, either. Dallas wasn't even a real boyfriend. He was just a friend. Not even a great one, either. He was just a funny guy who kept you company.

"Forgetting" about him was easy because now that he was gone, guys had the guts to ask you out. They never did before because they knew Dallas. They knew he liked you and if they tried anything, he'd probably try to fight them or something. One boy in particular named Brandon Lawrence caught your eye. He was a little bit taller, black hair and green eyes, pale with rosy cheeks. He was handsome and really nice.

Brandon was your boyfriend of 4 years before you had to move.

"Tulsa?" He cocked an eyebrow. "Ain't that in Oklahoma?" Brandon asks with a hint of worry in his tone. "Yeah, it is.." You say in a gentle tone, smoothing out the wrinkles in your long skirt. "Baby, that's like a thousand miles from here! How am I gonna see you? You can't go!" Brandon didn't mean it in a 'you can't leave me, I won't allow it.' kind of way. He wasn't like that. "Well, that's what I wanted to talk about.. we have to break up. It’s not gonna work out."

—

When you moved to Tulsa, everything seemed so.. boring. There wasn't much to do.. especially since you knew nobody there. The first couple of weeks, you stayed in the house, watching tv, reading, cleaning—literally anything but going outside to socialize. Your family would be classified as 'Socs'. Your parents weren't filthy rich, but they were nowhere near as poor as the Greasers.

Men that your father worked with warned him about the Greasers. How they were hoods and no good. "It's best for you to stay inside," your father told you one day at dinner. "A little lady like you has no buisness being out in the street with those low-lifes." Whatever, you thought. It's not like you had any desire to go out anyway.

But unfortunately one day your mother sent you to buy a few things from the nearby mini-mart. With no fuss, you obey. It had been a while since you've been in the sun, so why not? Plus, it wasnt that far of a walk.

On your walk, a few other Soc guys your age hit on you while you made your way. A few girls judged, others smiled, thinking you were so pretty. You felt self conscious even if there were a few girls who thought you were gorgeous. Maybe it really is better to stay inside instead of going out and making a fool of yourself.

You were only a crosswalk away from the mart when you heard a group of men laughing. But there was one guy who had an awful laugh. Annoying, loud.. was it? Theres no way. You look over at the men walking across the street. Yup. It was exactly who you thought it was: Dallas Winston.

He was so much taller and muscular than the last time you saw him. One of the guys he was with noticed you staring, and what did he do? He told Dal. The brunette looks over, not recognizing you. But he did think you were pretty. You cross the street, passing by them and into the mart without looking at them.

Oh, how you hoped he wouldn't follow you in.. but he did. And he was quick with what he wanted to say. "You from 'round these parts, sweetie? Never seen you before." He checks you out while you pick out a few oranges. "I just moved here," you respond gently. "Moved from New York. How come you never wrote me?" You look back at him, meeting his confused expression. "What?" He asks.

"Its me, Dallas." He stares at you like your crazy, but he was also trying to figure out who you were. Finally, he gets it after a minute. "Oh my God," He shakes his head. "What're you doing here?" He smiles and punches your arm in a friendly manner. "Never thought I'd see ya again."

"Yeah, neither did I." you respond.

You spent the rest of the day catching up.. privately, of course. He told you why you couldn't be seen together. "Im a dirty Greaser, and you're a squeaky clean Soc." he explained. You didnt exactly understand, but you guessed it was a class thing.

He told you that the reason he flew was because he was going to get arrested again. He had done something really bad, but he didn't want to say what it was. "Mm," you nod your head. "Well, atleast I didn't go my whole life without seeing you again."

"I thought about you a lot." He confessed. "I wanted to say something before leaving, but I couldn't. I didn't have the time.. and I didnt write cuz.. I dont know. I dont have a real reason." He shrugged. "Sorry." He had a soft touch to him. Definitely not normal. Dallas had already told you about how he's big trouble and gets IN to big trouble. How hes a big tough guy and doesnt need anybody.. and you believed him.

"Hey, she needs to go, man." Two-bit, his friend calls out. "Cant have her here too long, pal. Darry don't know she's here." He says and goes back inside the house. "Shit, he's right.. Darry gets off of work soon. Gotta get you outta here." He walks ahead, expecting you to follow.

"Look, I know you probably expected more, but I dunno what to say. Nice to see you again?" He tells you. Yes, it upset you, but how could you blame him? He's always been a little awkward, and he probably had stuff to do. He has a life here, and you don't. "Yeah, okay.." You nod. "I should be going." You clutch your bags full of stuff a little tighter. "I'll see you around."

"Maybe."

[felixbit]

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pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader w. 2k genre: drama, a mix of fluff + angst summary: you've been in a situationship with hyunjin for almost six months. while he's taking you out, you decide it's time to make or break what you have with the goal of becoming official. warnings: none a/n: i was in a writer's block for like two months, but the album seems to have broken it?? stream ate for good luck (and there will likely not be a part 2 to this)

Six months of back and forth has been driving you crazy.

You'd met a guy that changed your life. He was everything you'd ever wanted: gorgeous, talented, somewhat wealthy, and a kind soul. He was passionate, driven, and everything else that made you want to be his. This was Hyunjin.

The only problem was: Hyunjin struggled with commitment.

He'd take you out on fancy dinners, dates, drop a grand on a shopping trip, but couldn't bring himself to make it official. He sent you flowers, good morning texts, random food orders to your place whenever you mentioned you were hungry over text. But it was 'casual'.

You decided to play his game, give him time to open up. You'd learned that he'd been in a long-term yet rocky relationship that had only ended three months before you met. Of course you wanted to give him time to heal. You wanted him to come to you when he was ready.

He never did. He'd spend all day in your apartment, taking a day off work just to see you. He'd hold you and kiss you until the sun fell and rose again. You would wake up to breakfast in bed served with a side of kisses and little love notes. But, he was instantly avoidant when it came to you asking if he was ready.

So, you were in a weird relationship purgatory. He'd give you everything but a title in his life, and that's all you ever needed with him. The internet seemed to deem it a 'situationship', but it was another label that Hyunjin would likely avoid.

The thought was eating you up inside. Three weeks ago, you drafted up an ultimatum confrontation text to send him. It turned to collecting dust whenever you pasted it into messages and immediately deleted it. Hyunjin was amazing, even with his faults. Could you stand to lose him over wanting to be his?

You sat on the couch that Hyunjin had bought you two months ago, plagued with thoughts about him all morning. He'd been busy almost the entire week, which would throw a wrench into any potential plans. His work was demanding at times and you knew how committed he was to it.

When you finished making breakfast, you ate it while listening to a playlist Hyunjin had sent. He had a good ear for music, especially picking out songs you'd like. He'd started a habit of making you a playlist at the start of every month and you'd listen religiously.

Just as you were finishing up, your phone vibrate and fished it from your pocket. Looking down at the screen, your heart skipped a beat and a smile immediately rushed onto your face.

hyunjin: good morning!!

This was everyday routine. If you didn't wake up to a classic 'good morning' text, you'd get one before the clock ticked over to PM. Sometimes he'd admit he forgot to right when he woke up, but he was pretty good at staying consistent on his timing.

y/n: good morning hyunjinnie :)

That damn nickname. You'd called him a plethora of nicknames since you first started seeing each other, and it was making it infinitely harder to find it casual. The worst part was that he liked them. He encouraged you to use more.

hyunjin: sleep well? y/n: i did, just ate some breakfast hyunjin: yum! y/n: how's your morning been so far hyunjin: perfect now that i'm talking to you

Seeing that text made your heart tug and caused a small outburst on a nearby pillow. It didn't deserve to be hit so many times, but you couldn't contain the cuteness aggression. Also, a little bit of frustration.

y/n: stop itttt!!! making me blush hyunjin: that's my charm y/n: your charm is looking like a cute ferret hyunjin: oh yeah?

Just as you sent the message, you scrolled through your phone for a few photos you had saved of ferrets the night before. Selecting a few and pressing send, the two of you delved into a discussion on his ferret-like looks.

Turns out, he could carry a conversation talking about what animals you both looked like the most for longer than expected. By the time you realized how long you'd been at it, it had almost been half an hour.

y/n: wait. aren't you supposed to be at work by now?? not texting me about ferrets hyunjin: oh yeah, about that hyunjin: i took today off, was thinking we could spend some time together and go out

This was strange, to say the least. Hyunjin was normally quite engrossed in making sure his work was finished. A few months back, you had to convince him to call out of work when he had a high fever and could hardly stand up from his bed.

y/n: what's gotten into you so suddenly hyunjin: what do you mean? y/n: you? hwang hyunjin? calling out of work for me? hyunjin: well of course, why wouldn't i y/n: idk

It took a few tries of writing out variants of 'you're not my boyfriend' before settling on the text you sent. Such official behaviors by a man so scared of labels drove you mad. It was almost perfect, almost.

hyunjin: talk to me y/n: later, okay? hyunjin: how about when i take you out then? y/n: sure

Being so bland over text made a pain swell up in your chest. You wanted to be open and honest with him, but pushing him past his limits had grown to be a massive fear in your mind. The harder part would be figuring out what to say.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to tell him. You'd found Hyunjin to be one of the most understanding people to walk to earth. The last time you'd pushed at all for labels was almost three months ago and you'd given up since.

What was there to say, anyways? 'I want you to be my boyfriend or I'll explode'? It was certainly accurate to how your mind had made it seem. The idea of being exclusive with Hyunjin was exhilarating but terrifying.

hyunjin: can i come get you in an hour? y/n: yes

You turned your phone off and set it face-down, sighing and looking at the ceiling. The uncertainty was building, but you had made a decision: it was time to ask. You couldn't keep dancing around the issue. You had serious feelings for him.

So, you kept checking the time as it grew closer and closer to when Hyunjin would come get you. With thirty minutes left, you were already dressed and finishing getting ready. Your heart raced at the thought of him.

The minutes dragged on, but the time finally came. Feeling a ringing buzz in your pocket, you saw his name and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" His voice came from the other end of the line.

You slightly smiled at the sound of him, but responded. "Hey. Are you outside?"

"Yeah, you can come down now, if you're ready."

"Alright, I'll see you in a minute."

Hanging up the call, you composed yourself to the best of your ability and headed down towards him. The wait as you took the elevator was tense, but the second you stepped out of the building and saw him everything else fell away.

Every time you saw him, it was like the first time all over again. His long, black hair and defined features had your heart in a twist. You approached him with a smile on your face, and one matching on his own. He pulled you into a tight hug, smelling his perfume.

"Hey," He said, his voice muffled into your shirt, "How's your day been?"

You pulled away and smiled at him, taking his hand in your own, "I've been okay, missing you like I always do."

Hyunjin chuckled, reaching his free hand up and stroking your cheek softly. "I've missed you, too. That's really why I called out today."

"You missed me that much?"

"Of course."

Before you could bring anything else up, he was calling you over to his car. He had a cafe he planned on showing you, telling you a bit about it as he began to drive towards it. The whole way, you caught him sneaking glances over at you from the driver's seat.

When he pulled into the parking lot outside of the cafe, he opened your door for you and walked you inside, his fingers laced with yours. He read over the menu with you, pointing out a few things that sounded good to him and a few he thought you'd like.

You picked out an order and he was quick to get to the register, paying for both of you without a second thought. You found a table as he waited and brought you drinks, sitting down right opposite you.

"So," He said with a sigh as he took a sip of his drink, "I was worried about you this morning."

"Worried?" You looked at him slightly puzzled, "What would you have to be worried about?"

"You were just.. distant. I could tell when you suddenly texted differently, and I was scared I said something to upset you."

"Oh." You looked up from your drink at him, seeing the way his eyes gazed back fondly into yours. This was the opportunity, if there ever was any.

You took another long drink and took a breath to stabilize. "Hyunjin, I've been thinking about us. I guess I first have to ask you, what are we?"

Hyunjin frowned slightly and you watched his hands fidget on top of the table. "That's.. not an easy question to answer. You're an amazing person I like to be around all the time. That's all I know."

You felt your heartstrings pull. "Hyunjin, I want more than that. I'm done with just being someone you hang out with and buy all sorts of things. I really like being around you, and I really like you. But I can't keep pretending we're dating in my head when we aren't."

Hyunjin looked at you silently, his expression utterly unreadable. His eyes were slightly widened, and you could only see his uncertainty.

You continued, "I can't do this constant push-and-pull, Jinnie. I want to be yours, and if I can't be that then I need to move on and save my own feelings. I'm sorry."

With that, you set your own hands on the table across from his, looking at him. He sat for almost thirty seconds without speaking, looking down at the table and then back up at you.

"I.. don't really know what to say."

You held your breath, but he continued on after a second of silence. "I've been unfair to you, I know. With my last relationship, I had so many doubts and fears.. I was just so comfortable in having us. I didn't want to worry about labels.

"I never realized that's not really what you wanted. It's not your fault that I didn't. So, don't say sorry. I'm sorry. I can't lie and say it's not a bit scary to say, but I like you too. A lot. So much it made me stupid. So I'll be yours. If you'll have me."

You couldn't contain the smile that spread out onto your face, and his followed. He reached across the table and took your hand in his, and you couldn't help but feel like crying. "Hyunjin.."

"Please be mine. I swear, I'll be a better boyfriend than I was a weird situationship."

You nodded vigorously. "Of course I'll have you," You said through a choked-up laugh, "Do you know how many times I almost introduced you to my friends as my boyfriend?"

He grinned and shrugged. "Well, now you can! I just.. I wanted to take it slow, but I guess I didn't stop to ask you how you were feeling after we first decided that."

You stood up from the table and he did as well, pulling you into a tight hug. "Thank you for putting up with me," Hyunjin's voice shook slightly, "And letting me be your boyfriend."

You pulled away from the hug and nodded. "Thank you for understanding when I said something. And, you know, being my boyfriend."

Hyunjin snickered softly and pulled you into a kiss. Maybe it wasn't so bad, after all.

[fallingforyouforeverr]

Hey do you think you could do a dating Arthur hill headcannon it’s all good if not hahah x

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥

summary: read request above

authors note: omg anon, i am so sorry that it took me this long, i completely forgot that it was in my drafts oops. i don't really love this as much as the other ones bc it feels quite rushed but i just wanted to finally publish something yk so hopefully you still enjoy!

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-> you're each other's biggest supporters. you help him with music and videos, and are backstage at every show screaming along to the lyrics. if you were also a musician, he would do the same for you, and he would somehow find a way to mention how talented you are in basically every conversation it's actually slightly annoying

-> he would always make sure to be equally as supportive of you though, and would celebrate each of your achievements, however minor it seems

-> arthur values your opinion more than anything else, so you are always the first to hear new video ideas or the lyrics of a song he has been working on

-> he's probably written several love songs about you that he plans never to release. he might show you a few, but most of them are private – just someplace to channel all the love he has for you

-> lisa (his mum) loves you. even before you met her, she felt like she knew you because of how much arthur talked about you.

-> his friends definitely tease you two a lot but they genuinely think your relationship is really sweet and they are all just happy that he found someone who was so clearly made for him

-> arthur would never dare admit it to anyone but you, but he is absolutely a simp for you. he would literally do anything you asked of him with no hesitation, even at his own expense

-> 100% a quality time person

-> you feature in his videos a lot. like all the time. he just wants to be around you as much as possible!

-> dates happen practically everyday, often without any sort of plan and you usually just wander the city together until you find somewhere interesting

-> one of arthur's favourite things to do with you is going to small indie concerts of bands you have never heard of before, more so for the vibes than the actual music

-> your camera roll is full of pictures and videos of him drunk, as you usually have to pick him up after he's been drinking. arthur becomes very clingy when drunk so you receiving a call from george at 2am asking you to pick them up while arthur whines in the background asking where you are has become a frequent occurrence

-> he can also be very clingy even when sober, and this is only amplified whenever he is tired, jealous, or just missing you

-> despite you assuring him of your love several times, jealousy isn't unusual for him as he often feels insecure – especially next to his more popular housemates, which can cause him to doubt your relationship. these feelings never last long tho and his bad mood is normally fixed just through a quick reminder of your love

-> when arthur is a clingy mood he will often just scoop you up without warning and carry you to the nearest comfortable surface to cuddle. he will then proceed to literally lay on top of you so you have no way of running away to whatever you were doing before, not that you mind of course

-> there's never a dull moment when you are with arthur. all of your time together is spent laughing until your cheeks hurt and you can't breathe or just basking in eachothers presence

[satforsatoru]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞

➪ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐭. 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢

warnings: brief, nondescriptive mention of throwing up

a/n: the end feels a little rushed but i've had in this in my drafts forever

A chest-rattling cough left you, one harsh enough that you collapsed backward onto your bed. You were supposed to be doing homework, but you’d had a virtually unshakeable cold, and it was making everything that much more difficult. 

Between classes, exorcizing curses, and extra work, you’d hardly had the time to recover and it had long since begun to take its toll. The buzzing of your phone broke you from your thoughts and you dug it out of your pocket with a pitiful sniffle. 

You weren’t surprised to see the text from your boyfriend, Megumi, especially since you’d been holed up in your room since classes had gotten out hours ago. His text, though short, radiated concern. 

‘Hey, is everything okay w you? You’ve been locking yourself in your room for the last few days… im getting worried.’

Ordinarily, his attention to you would make you swoon, but making him worry was the opposite of what you wanted. What you actually wanted was for your cold to go away quietly without anyone noticing. 

You were busy, but you couldn’t imagine that it compared to what Megumi faced, and you hated the idea of adding another thing to his plate when it was such a minuscule matter.

You quickly typed back a lame excuse about homework and how busy you were before tossing your phone to the other side of the bed. As you curled up with a soft wheeze, you rolled your eyes at the notion of studying. 

At this rate, nothing was getting done until tomorrow, most likely. You let your eyes close, hoping that when you awoke, you’d be feeling better. 

+

You shot up, wide awake before you could even process the act of waking up. Soft knocking cut through your daze, and you blinked, confused for a new reason. “Yn? Can I come in?” Megumi. Shaking your head to further orient yourself, you responded. “Come in!” 

As the door instantly realized that shaking your head had only made you more dizzy, but you didn’t have time to dwell on that now that your lover was already walking up to you. 

“Yn? I brought you some snacks and stuff… you’ve been really busy and I don’t remember you getting dinner,” Megumi murmured, holding out an adorable basket of fruits, crackers, a blanket, and face masks. 

You momentarily forgot your illness and quickly stood up to throw your arms around the ravenette’s neck. “You’re too sweet, love, I really appreciate it,” You grinned, leaning into him. Without even seeing his face, you knew that his cheeks were tinted pink as he held you close, but it only made him more endearing.

“It’s nothing,” he smiled, pulling away, “what are you working on?” You accepted the basket and turned to gesture to your (forgotten) work when it hit you. 

A wave of nausea washed over you, causing your head to spin and your stomach to churn. “Yn? Are you-” Before Megumi could even finish, you were stumbling over to your trashcan, bile rising quickly in your throat. 

You hardly made it in time, dropping to your knees just as you began to heave. Footsteps echoed behind you and then hands were holding back your hair and rubbing your back. 

“Shit, you’re okay, just breathe, love,” Megumi whispered, fear seeping into his voice. After what felt like an eternity the ordeal was over and you slumped backward into your boyfriend’s waiting arms. He tucked you into his chest and gently wiped your face with a tissue.

“Hey, hey, eyes on me, yeah?” He soothed, caressing your cheek, but his face turned stricken. “You’re burning up… have you been sick?” 

You averted your gaze, shame burning through you at not only throwing up in front of Megumi but also how quickly he saw right through you. “Just a little under the weather,” You mumbled, “I’m sorry you had to see that,” You added quietly.

Megumi scoffed, but not unkindly. “You should’ve told me, love. Have you taken anything? Well, I guess you haven’t since you haven’t even eaten,” He answered himself, looking right through you. “How long have you been feeling like this?” He asked suspiciously. 

You hesitated, but his eyes narrowed and you knew that there was no point in lying. “About a week,” You revealed. “That long-! Yn, why didn’t you say anything?” Megumi rushed, conflicted about what to do. 

“It’s just… everyone’s busy and has stuff to worry about, y’know? I didn’t want to add another thing to your plate. It really isn’t that big of a deal, I promise,” You insisted. 

“‘Not a big deal’?” Megumi echoed, frowning deeply, “Yn, you just threw up after being sick for a week. You don’t have to hide this stuff, especially not from me, okay? I don’t want you to be suffering all by yourself.” 

Not giving you a chance to make another excuse, he easily moved you to your bed and carefully laid you down. Guilt began to sit in your stomach like a pit as you watched Megumi mutter under his breath, no doubt creating a plan to help you.

“I don’t want to lecture you, especially not when you’re feeling like this, but… I don’t want you to think for a second that you’re just ‘another thing on my plate’,” Megumi started, lithe fingers caressing your cheek, “you’re my priority, always, I want to help you as much as I possibly can because I truly care about you, more than you can possibly understand,” He finished, leaning closer to you. 

You felt your cheeks warm and you nodded in understanding. “Sorry for disappearing on you,” You murmured. Still, Megumi looked somewhat relieved as he brushed a cool hand across your forehead. 

“I’m just glad I know now… stay put, I’m going to grab a couple things,” He mumbled, already heading toward the door. As much as you felt slightly guilty to derail his day, you couldn’t deny that it was nice to have him take care of you. 

A couple of minutes passed, and you felt your eyelids begin to grow heavy and you were losing the battle against sleep. 

Just when you were about to truly give in to your exhaustion, a damp, cool towel was placed on your forehead. Your eyes blinked open, meeting familiar ones. “Feel good?” He questioned quietly. You nodded, lost in a deep yawn. 

“I brought some medicine for you to take, and then you can get some rest, okay?” Megumi decided, opening a small pill bottle. You sighed but relented and accepted the large-ish capsule and the glass of juice with a small ‘thanks’.

You quickly downed them both, but you couldn’t stop yourself from making a face at the gross aftertaste, to which Megumi let out a quiet laugh. “Not too much,” You huffed, but pulled him by the arm, contradicting your words. 

“Want me to stay while you rest?” He asked, sitting beside you on the bed. A resounding ‘yes’ rested on the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t want to essentially trap him here, especially if he had other tasks to attend to. 

“I don’t mind, I’m kind of tired myself,” He added reassuringly. You pursed your lips, but when the back of his hand carefully caressed your cheek, the rest of your resolve crumbled. “If you insist,” You grinned.

The ravenette rolled his eyes, but joined you beneath the covers, nonetheless. For a few seconds, the two of you maneuvered around until you were comfortably tucked away in his chest. 

Megumi’s lips pressed against your forehead for a long moment and he held you closer to himself. “You’re important to me, okay? I want to be the first person you come to when things happen,” He whispered. 

You finally felt yourself truly relax now that you were right where you belonged. You managed a whispered ‘I love you’ before you succumbed to your exhaustion.

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[dreamtydraw]

GAME ANNOUNCEMENT,

APPLE BAG EXTENDED DEMO IS GETTING DELAYED.

Hi ! I need to do a little check regarding the development of the game. I originally planned to release the extend demo October 31 for yuri game jam, halloween but also the 1 year anniversary of the demo.

Why did it got delayed then ?

Simple : health reason.

No need to worry too much but apple bag is indeed getting delayed because of my health. I'm a person who's constantly anxious and this has physical repercussion on my body which is not ideal since i write, program and draw for this game. To not cause further stress in my daily life ( since my school does it enough for me ) I'm delaying the date release to not suffer from production stress but also be sure nothing gets rushed for the update. I really wish I could have done it for the anniversary but I have to accept that stuff happen.

Worry not the game is still in active production, it just pass on the second plan in regard of my other obligations. As of right now here are all the current updates of production

-Made 3 new illustrations

-Gave all the characters new sprites + additional characters

-Casted secondary character va

-Rewrote the current demo + wrote the first draft of Aissata's day 2 and 3 events.

-Fixed the french gui problem of the current demo.

-The game's gui is being changed by someone who know better about game design than I do...

I haven't forgot the dtiys ! I need some time but i'll be making a post to announce the winner soon. That all the news I can offer as of now. Thank you for supporting the game or simply supporting me. I appreciate all the nice art and words I have received regarding the characters, it means a lot.

Wishing everyone a good day, and if you don't even know what apple bag is, here is a link for you to go play it !

[artist-issues]

Hey, I was the one who asked about Large Godzilla like monsters I don't remember exactly how I worded it, but basically What sort of story would you tell using a Large, unstoppable (for humans anyway) type of monster. What would the monster be like And what would your story tell us?

I forgot to answer this part of the ask even though, embarrassingly, I found the original ask in my drafts so tumblr didn’t eat it after all.

But now I can answer the part I didn’t!

If I made a giant-monster story, I’d definitely make it something where the unstoppable-ness of the monster, and the largeness of it, and the “collateral damage” caused by it, are all just results of something equally widespread and terrible.

Like a curse.

I’d probably do a medieval setting. (Because the whole nuclear-war, Man Has Created Their Own Natural Disaster Doom thing doesn’t appeal to me)

It would be a barbaric, “Once and Future King Before-Arthur” type world. Might makes right. No true kingdoms, only feuding warlords and bloodsport and arena entertainment. During this dark age, a benevolent fairy descends from the stars to try and help a young mother save her son—but the son is brutally carted off to war and killed on the laughing frontlines anyway. The fairy still tries to save him, but is wounded herself. Her dying act is to curse the land.

Enough years pass that the fairy and the death of one boy fades into legend. But the battlegrounds don’t forget the curse. No trees grow in the bloodiest of them. Villages that were pillaged during the dark ages remain barren—no breeze ever stirs them, the sun cannot warm them, and no beast stays sane if anyone tries to rebuild the farms there.

It seems as if these haunted, nature-rejected sore spots in the land were the only effects of the curse, at first. The warlords and would-be kings learn to live side-by-side with these wastes and even, sometimes, on top of them, heedless of the living conditions.

Until one day, a huge and horrifying calamity strikes one of the cursed skirmish-sites. The wake of it resembles two large sinkholes, pockmarked with giant shards of bedrock stabbing out of the ground. But the only survivor swears that something too big to take in, reeking of death, erupted from the surface of the ground, opened it’s labyrinthian mouth, and drew in the outpost with a rush of clammy air.

It’s a vaguely-salamander-shaped monster made of fused bone fragments and reddened earth. From the first site, it swims in the crust of the land, Leviathan-like, and erupts to swallow townships and villages seemingly at random. It starts with an earthquake. Then spikes of stone jut out of the world’s crust. And then the beast itself comes. The people begin calling it The Maw.

The Maw is made out of bloodstained ground and the broken bodies of the slain. It has no eyes or nose, and no weapons besides it’s size and the ability to enfold whole landscapes into it’s crushing mouth.

From there, I don’t know, you could have the main character be a scholar who believes in the old stories of stars and magic curses, and is called upon by a good King (trying to unite the land before this monstrosity emerges) to get to the bottom of the Maw.

But the point is, I’d make it an allegory for the old adage, “sin splatters.” When the world is cursed as a result of humanity, breaking it, that means that things are, from that moment on, no longer fair. It’s not fair that hundreds of years later, a kingdom trying to be good gets plagued by a gore-gullet monster. It’s not fair that children get stepped on by an eldritch creature on the warpath. But the point is, the land is broken. Consequences sweep away the innocent and the guilty alike. Who is big enough to save them from such a huge, generational consequence that’s as old as the earth itself?

That’s what I’d do.

....I realize that I said "I'm not into man-makes-his-own-natural-disaster" and then I wrote just...a fantasy-version of that. That exact thing.

But like. What I mean is, I'm not into "Nuclear War is bad because it hurts the planet, so Godzilla is an allegory for the planet hurting us back because of nuclear monstrosity."

I'm more into "the flood washed away evil and children when God wiped the earth clean."

Because that's what happens when the whole world is cursed. Collateral damage. Far-reaching consequences. Not "uwu we should take better care of trees instead of making bombs."

So. The Maw comes from the curse. The curse comes as a result of mankind choosing to kill something pure rather than submit to its authority.

[thatcringewh0re]

Copied and pasted this straight from the notes app this was my kinda rough drafted fanfics that I never got around to fully writing and rather than make everyone wait a full year for these to come out, why not give you what my silly brain had out already(I'm writing this at 3am be patient)

Casual was a Jim x Toby fanfic. I got this idea mainly from my friend, and it takes place in RotT(the only thing they have fully watched of Tales of Arcadia because I made them.) In the end scene we all love and hate, and us a mainly Toby pov story

Toby is dying, he used the (forgot the name for the weird machine) to stop Bellrocs magic so Jim could take them down once and for all but he couldn't get out in time. Jim is rushing over to Toby's dying body, crying, screaming, doing anything to try and save his friend. Toby stopped him, grabbing his hand and smiled weakly, starting to say how much he loved all these adventures with Jim, how he loved spending time with him, how he loved him..His last words were if he could ever go back in time, the only thing he would change is confessing to Jim sooner.

Than it switches to Jim's pov

He reset the timeline, waking up in bed and taking the magazine off his face, instantly rushing down to see Toby outside clipping on his helmet, he looked a little confused on why Jim was so frazzled but his focus instantly shifted as Jim rushed to Toby and kissed him

The Note was an idea I came up with myself cause I rewatched the eps and thought it was a cute idea, it's focused both on Jim and Toby and not as sad as the last one.

Jim was at his desk writing notes, he was going to die in a few days, Draal was terrifying there was no way he was going to be able to take that troll on..He was stuck on notes for Toby currently, having so many things he wanted to tell his best friend. He sighed and mindlessly wrote his feelings down onto the blank paper, it started out soft first than quickly swapped to a loving and caring note, to loving..Jim sighed and was about to throw it out but set it to the side and wrote another one..

Toby was standing outside the arena, Blinky was holding him back from helping Jim..Gods(use funny Blinky word to be nerd) it all looked so bad. Toby, despite saying he fully believed in Jim, opened the note to distract himself, to know what Jim's dying words would be to him.

Toby was blushing brightly as he read the note, seeing Jim's true feelings. He was honestly convinced he got the wrong note till he saw 'I love you Toby, I have since I we were kids'

Jim's fight was a success! He won the fight against Draal and spared him unknowingly ruining his reputation, but for now Jim was focused on Toby, he was acting strange more nervous and a little giddy even but still timid around Jim, Toby wrote it off as just being proud of Jim for winning the fight, Jim asked if Toby ever opened the notes or was tempted to but Toby replied with "Of course not dude! I always believed you could get through that fight!" Which was a lie

[stinklebug]

Could we have some Peppermint and Korsica? I love the idea of Peppermint just admiring Korsica. Like maybe the security boss is occupied with something else, so Peppermint can kinda stare at her. She didn’t mean to stare, she just kinda started looking at Korscia’s robotic implants on her arms, then her scars, and then it all just meshes into admiring Korsica. Idk if they’re together or not, that part can be up to you and how it ends. If they’re together this could end in a cheesy fest of kisses and Korsica sorta teasing Peppermint about it. If they’re not, this could end with Peppermint looking away, still yearning to know every part of the other woman. Again, that ending and if they’re together or not can be up to you. I just want the premise of Peppermint staring at her crush hehe.

you sure can!

Peppermint looks over at Korsica. She's doing something on her laptop. There's a small frown on her face, like there always is when she's focusing on something or lost in thought.

Her flexing her fingers, causing her arm stabilizers to shift, catches Peppermint's eye. She's reminded of her plans to make her some new ones. The ones Korsia's had since what happened on the LIFT seem to work fine, but they were made in a rush with what little materials they had at the time. They've already needed repairs quite a few times. Peppermint thought it'd be nice to surprise her with a new pair. Of course, with how busy she is, she never actually had the time to start working on any, and eventually just sort of forgot.

She could start right now.

Instead, she lets her gaze wander.

Her eyes trail up her arms. She can't help but think about how strong Korsica is. Her face starts to feel warm.

Peppermint's eyes eventually find their way up to her chest. The implant there glows a soft blue. The scarring under and around it are lit up by it. It also illuminates a bit of her cleavage that's visible due to the low cut, v-neck of her shirt. Peppermint bites the inside of her cheek. Now her face is very warm.

Eventually, she tears her eyes away to look at her face again. Right as she does, Korsica glances over at her.

When their eyes meet, Peppermint's widen. She quickly turns away.

For the thousandth time, she's left yearning for more. Hoping that Korsica didn't notice her staring. Wishing she could without feeling like she'll ruin everything.

Shaking herself, Peppermint decides to get started on drafting a design for those new stabilizers.

[samaelsphinx]

As asked by @andygods , here goes a preview to one fanfiction I'm working right now.

Actually, it's a whole scene.

Any suggestion is welcomed.

WARNING: Despite being students, every character here is depict as being of legal age. Consider them to have their appearances about the 6th season, when ALL the actors were actually of legal age.

TAGS: Stiles/Everyone, Nogitsune/Everyone, Blow Jobs, Facials, Lipstick & Lip Gloss, Cock Slut Stiles Stilinski, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Face-Fucking, Liam Dunbar Has a Big Dick + more to come as I add to the draft.

When Stiles invited his and Scott's buddy, Liam, to a sleepover, he had less studying in mind than he had first suggested to his father. 

It had nothing to do with studies. 

They played for some time, they eat some junk food, they watched half a movie. Half a movie, cause as Stiles grew more and more bored with the movie, he started to go down - having Liam laying on his bed for the movie - passing through Liam's chest and abs, getting into his crotch, pulling the wolf's pajama down, letting the biggest cock in the pack flop out, smacking back against Liam's body. Stiles' eyes followed the whole movement. The human drooled over the beta's exposed abs as Stiles went down, searching for what was the main reason for beginning that sleepover: Liam's thick, 11-inch cock. Stiles grabbed it, feeling the thick pole pulsating in his hand. His warm breath over the cock made Liam grunt and hum, pleased as lust ran through the course of his body. Amazing how Liam was probably the shortest in the pack, but had the biggest cock among the men. 'Inches only matter below the belt', Stiles read once somewhere.

"I wish Scotty was here." Stiles muttered with a barely hidden note of jealousy. Scott was with Allison at that moment, even though their sleepovers were a tradition by then. The true alpha and the beta would sleep by so they, among other funny things, let Stiles blow them and, if they're lucky enough to sleep when the sheriff wasn't by, both wolves would get to plow the human into a cock slut mess. The tradition started with just Scott and Stiles, but soon came to welcome Liam. Occasionally, Isaac was there with them. 

Liam stopped paying attention to the movie, instead looking down at Stiles, who gave a tentative lick through the length. "Holy-" Stiles shushed him by swallowing him whole, cutting the air from Liam's lungs. Stiles swallowed him deep without much difficulty. Liam could be much bigger than the average, but Stiles has time and experience with the beta's massive cock, so much that Stiles could easily engulf more of the cock, effectively going for the root. At that point, Stiles' was stretched enough by the thickness that his tongue remained inside his mouth, pressing against Liam's full-of-vein girth. Stiles gagged and coughed, of course, but he had mastered the art already that those came naturally, more to make Liam hornier than worry him - like they did in the beginning. 

With his mouth stretched around the girth, lips pressing against the base of Liam's cock, Stiles looked up, gazing directly at Liam, who was looking back at him. Deep down in his throat, against the invading cock, Stiles hummed lowly. The vibrations were enough to make Liam throw back his head against the pillow, moaning out as his eyes rolled deep inside their cavities. Stiles found that to be the right moment to pull his head back, slowly grazing his lips and teeth against Liam's skin, leaving a trail of spit against the drenched member. Going back to the tip, Stiles popped it out of his mouth audibly. "I almost forgot."

Much to Liam's despair, Stiles left his cock alone for several minutes that seemed like hours. It was the time necessary for Stiles to get out of bed, rush to his desk drawer and fidget with something. When he finally climbed back on the bed, eagerly holding Liam's more-than-impressive dick with both hands, ready to get that monster back into his eager mouth, Liam saw a bright red tinting Stiles lips in a rushed lipstick makeover he made. "Again..." Liam began, breathless as Stiles started to swallow him once more. "Why do you do this?"

Stiles, annoyed, rolled his eyes, popping the cock out of his mouth again. Now, he used the time to jerk the beta off in solid, slow strokes. "It's my signature mark." Stiles swallowed him again, now not losing time to bob his head, hoping the mind-blowing blowjob would get Liam quiet. "Like-hmmm... You're marking your territory?" Liam moaned, throwing his head back. These were the last words he would formulate for a while. Stiles stopped the job for a second, only to answer "Something like that" before diving back, more furious than ever. 

With experience and ability, he bobbed his head lower and faster, allowing Liam's hips with his quick thrusts to fuck up against the back of his throat. Being face-fucked by that monstercock would leave a harsher voice than just deepthroating it, but Stiles couldn't care much. 

Quickly, spit, cum, and lipstick started to mix, smudging the length of Liam's cock. At the same time, the violent gagging Stiles was enduring for Liam, alongside the snap of the beta's hips against Stiles' chin and Liam's chorus of moans, all mixed. The conjunction of sounds only made Stiles go faster and deeper, more determined in his initial intent. 

"Oh- fuck - Stiles - I'm gonna... any minute-!" Liam warned late, but Stiles was already used to it. Fast, the human pressed his lipstick-stained lips to the cock's girth, leaving a bright red ring around it. Then, popping off the huge dick off his mouth, Stiles furiously jerked it off with both hands. A trembling Liam's moans later and the cock pulsated once more within Stiles' hand, except now they're shooting powerful streams of cum. Stiles always admired how wolves could cum like hoses. Liam's first jet flew right onto his chin, then the next one on his hard chest, right on his nipple, and his abs. The last ones, less potent, covered Stiles's hand, and Liam's crotch. It wasn't mild cum, either. It had a strong scent and a thick consistency. 

Happily, Stiles licked his hand. Watching as Liam tried to clean the mess, Stiles stopped him with a quick shush. "Wait there, buddy. Gonna get my camera. I need a photo of this. Then, I'm gonna lick it."

[confusedhomicidalrage]

OKAY LAST ONE…maybe

BUTTTTTTT…

how would the kids react to walking in on lawrence/fipsy crying?

I'm dying. I'm so sorry this came so late, I saved it in my drafts and forgot About it until now 😭

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Isaac Chroner

Let's all be honest, he wouldn't know what to do! He sucks at comforting, as when children in the cult would start crying, he'd tell them to shut up and suck it up. So he would probably slowly approach them and try to rub their back and ask what's wrong. He'll probably just listen and not give any advice, so it's great for when you just need to get it out of your system without being interrupted.

Malachai Boardman

Who made them cry, he'll want to..."speak", with that person. Super protective and will try to eliminate whatever made them cry, but will also listen if they just wanna rant. Maybe a few tiny comments here and there, but he'll try to keep his mouth shut and listen to them vent their heart out.

Eli Porter

He would immediately rush over to them to comfort them. He'd slip himself into their arms and cling onto them, asking them what's wrong and trying to do his best to understand what the problem is. He'd even purr a little to soothe their nerves, and traces little patterns on their arms.

Joshua Porter

Immediately worried. He'd quickly take them into his arms and not even ask the problem, just let them cry their eyes out until they can't. Then, he'd ask what's wrong, since now they would be able to speak somewhat clearly without choking on sobs. After they vented, he'd try to give advice if asked, if not, he'd just try to soothe them.

Micah

Super concerned. Quietly and carefully he'd approach them, trying not to startle them. He'd probably very softly ask what's wrong and why they're crying, and would attempt to wipe their tears. Definitely would let them rest their head in his lap as they talk about their problems.

Sarah

Worried little girl. She'd gasp at seeing them cry and gently touch their shoulder to get them to notice her. Would act as a teddy, letting them hug her and cry into her shoulder about just everything that's horrible to them. She'll stay silent and just try to help comfort them with her presence.

Joseph

He's not sure how to comfort them. Growing up, he barely got comforted, so he's uncertain how to comfort people. But, he'd try his best. From awkwardly rubbing their back or asking if they're okay, to just bawling with them. He'd just try to get them to stop crying, or cry with them. One or the other.

Job

He'd be horrified! He doesn't want to see a person he loves cry! He'll quickly run up to them and try to wipe their tears, and get them to tell him what made them upset. He'll even suggest napping or doing other fun activities to help calm them down and make them stop crying.

Josiah Nock

Therapist. He'd literally sit them down, grab a clipboard and ask for them to explain why they're feeling how they're feeling. Writing down everything they say, and giving genuinely good advice. However, the moment they tell him who, or what, hurt them, he'd remember that greatly. Once they calmed down, he'd do anything in his (vast amount of) power to make sure they won't get hurt by that specific "issue" again.

Mordecai

Would get extra affectionate. He'd immediately jump on them and cuddle them, kissing their cheeks and forehead and practically anything, trying to get them to smile and giggle. If it doesn't work, he'll ask them to tell him about anything they wanna talk about, WHILE he's showering them in love.

Abel

Very confused. Why are they crying? What happened? He'd start asking question after question. Then, he'd probably try to play with them to help distract and calm them down. Or he'll start playing with their hair, and gently bite them. He just wants to distract them from whatever is causing them pain.

[uncleasriel]

via @starletsoubrette

#rebloging this again cause I love this addition#Ann is a character that really resonates with me; seeing her character be completely thrown away by the plot in favour of “boobs” kills me#also THANK YOU I thought I was the only one who had an issue with her confidant being “Stop eating the things you like! Be prettier!”

I'm glad you like my ranting! I had a long and stories diatribe here that got eaten by my drafts, but the point I want to emphasize is how poorly I feel Persona 5 treats her, especially when the Kamoshida arc hits on such raw and powerful stuff and then completely fails to honor this as it moves on in the narrative.

I liked Ann at first. She was conflicted, and seemingly antagonistic, but as the truth of her situation became apparent it was hard not to worry about this kid. Her first introduction to Kamoshida's palace was one of true horror and her awakening Persona was such a punch-the-air moment (right up until she got flustered over being dressed scantily). But after that arc, it was as if the writers for the other scenarios were isolated from one another, and they (the writers, the characters, even Ann herself) forgot everything that happened in Kamoshida's palace.

I kinda dawdled on Ann's Confidant (petering out at around Rank 6) because I found the storyline just made her feel vapid. I lay this blame squarely at the feet of the writers - she's in a compelling series of situations, but it felt at times like they were a little contemptuous of (or at least befuddled by ) teen girls who wanted to work in the glamor industries.

The core narrative of Ann is interesting - she wants to have 'A Strong Heart', or (in non Translated Japanese Clunky Terms), to be someone with integrity and conviction. This is a fine starting place! Ann seemed fairly lost and passive before meeting Joker, and with the awakening of Carmen having her feeling like she didn't know how she wanted to exercise her power is a good starting place. I just wish the early explorations didn't leave her feeling vapid. "Hee hee! No more soda pops for me!" is a weak attempt at humor that belies some of the real ugilness that lies in the fashion and modelling industries. Remember, you're supposed to be critiquing unjust social systems, Persona 5 - not reinforcing them!

I think there's something about her arc that works though - Ann is indecisive about Modelling, and takes a lacksidaisical approach to it. If I were to retool it, I'd just make that the thrust. Bring in the conniving rival Mika earlier. Have Ann be more ambivalent about being in front of the camera, or being asked to wear certain outfits, or the like,and have her discuss this with Joker as specifically in relation to an anxiety that she only just realized came to pass with her being ogled by Kamoshida. Tie in the fears of objectification and being exploited early on, and contrast that waffling with Mika who is giving her unethical all to get ahead in this industry. This might be where I highlight Ann's parents and her natural beauty giving her a leg up and making her wonder if she's resting on her laurels

I think what I'd do differently is build sympathy with Mika earlier on, and have her run into Ann at hospital while Ann is visiting Shiho - Maki collapsed earlier and had to be rushed someplace, just as Ann gets a call for an emergency job to cover for her. Mika passed out due to some malnutrition, and Ann learns that she's doing this while pushing herself to succeed in this field , and Ann realizes that there's some Fell Goings On that are compelling Mika to put her health and life at risk. (Bonus points here if this doesn't make Mika or Ann like one another anymore than they do - but now the opportunity is there for Ann to realize she can Do Something)

Obviously, this is the part where we discover some evil producer is incentivizing the girls in his employ to to unhealthy things to meet his standards. Ann speaks up about this is rebuffed (perhaps even offered Mika's place instead, for extra juiciness), but not before getting a name - and, naturally, the Phantom Thieves get a name for a Mementos Request to advance Ann's Confidant.

What I want to see out of this is Ann developing a sense of justice about her actions and realizing that her Strong Heart is about being decisive in the face of adversity, even for people and situations she dislikes. Ann would choose integrity over easy advancement, and would rather be principled and walk a harder road than just coast OR let injustice go free.

Lady Virgilia mentioned in the cultural analysis of Ann that she reacts well to adversity as a means to spur herself onwards, and I think that realizing that is the crux to making her Confidant shine. Her's has always been the "exotic foreign beauty", and that made her shine when she could leverage that in the modeling industry (perhaps without her even realizing it), but the business with Kamoshida undercut that burgeoning confidence. The Joker/Ann Confidant arc would be about Ann remembering how she admired the self-confident and sexy thief character from her cartoons because she liked how she managed the contradictions of objectification and empowerment, and she now knows how to make them her own. (I wonder if some other famous media about sexualized thieves ever deals with this, hmmmmmm....)

I find Ann's Confidant as it is feels weak. She's not exactly an academically gifted character, and someone's talent is 'being pretty' feels like it's an excuse for the lamest "hubba hubba" bullshit this side of The Man Show. But focusing on Ann's sense of justice, willingness to endure rough circumstances, and realizing that what alienates her from her peers and made her a target is also something she can use to get others to pay attention to her to listen to problems that afflict others. She knows she can turns heads, and so she while those heads are tuned, she speaks in ways that compel others to listen.

It beats the shit out of skipping on parfaits so she doesn't get fat.

“Man I really don’t like Ann’s treatment in Persona 5. The game takes every opportunity to sexualize her and point to how uncomfortable she is about being sexualized, and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth, especially considering her status as a victim of CSA.”

“UMMM…. AKshually, Ann’s story is OBVIOUSLY about RECLAIMING HER SEXUALITY, which is why she’s shown as hating her outfit, and why she never is at any point happy to be sexualized, and by REDESIGNING HER OUTFIT to be less weird and sexual you are MISUNDERSTANDING HER ENTIRE CHARACTER. The adult male writers OBVIOUSLY were telling a compelling and groundbreaking story about this teenage girl becoming a sex symbol.”

[solomons-poison]

Neighbor!Theo

A/N: I completely forgot I had wanted to include some Ikemen Series characters into my neighbor!AU series... I hope this isn't too OOC for Theo. I was gonna write him a little mean but just couldn't do it, he's a secret softie. Been in my drafts forever whoops. Enjoy 💙

Warnings: spicy but not explicit, GN reader, classic bully Theo initially, jealous Theo hehe

Masterlist

Neighbor!Theo that, you're fairly certain, hates your guts. Not that he ever said so in so many words, and you're not sure what you could have done to cause this. But his permanent scowl when you pass him in the hall and the way he doesn't give you the time of day certainly gives you that impression. So the first time he does talk to you, you're so flabbergasted about it you can't even comprehend what he asked, earning you a "Oi, hondje!" and leaving you utterly mortified.

Neighbor!Theo that thinks you're stupid after that whole fiasco — at least, thats what you've convinced yourself. So you do your best to avoid him to prevent any more embarrassing scenes, even turning to go back down the hall when he's coming from the other direction, practically running from him. In your flustered state and rush to get away, you miss the way his eyebrows furrow and lips tug down into a frown as he watches your escape, wondering what he's done to scare you that badly.

Neighbor!Theo that awkwardly stands at your doorstep now, having a silent debate with himself about how to approach you, wondering why you run from him all the time. He doesn't hate you, in fact he thinks you're pretty cute. He knows he has the social skills of a wild boar and an award-winning resting bitch face, but he hasn't been that bad... has he? When you finally answer your door, he's too distracted by finally seeing your face up close to say anything at first, leaving you to freeze up like a cornered rabbit until he finally breaks the ice and you both explain yourselves.

Neighbor!Theo that can't help but feel bad about the poor (or lack of) communication. So once everything was straightened out and it was made clear that he doesn't hate you, although he does think you're a bit of a fool (affectionate), he invites you to his brother Vincent's gallery opening to start the relationship fresh. Desperate to move on and give a better impression, you agree and he comes to your door to pick you up on the set date.

Neighbor!Theo that can't help but enjoy your reactions to the art he shows you. Not everyone can have an eye for art, but the way your face lights up and your gaze gets wistful gives him hope, and it reminds him of his younger years seeing Vincent's art. He keeps it in mind to take you to art museums for future dates, provided he hasn't scared you off before then. The gallery is also where you share your first kiss.

Neighbor!Theo that slightly regrets introducing you to his brother after he discovers how well you two get along. Not that he doesn't want his brother to have more friends, and he doesn't mind sharing friends with Vincent either. But if there's anyone he can't say no to, it's Vincent. And while he usually considers himself a confident man, he can't help but feel some jealousy creep up on him at the thought of you liking Vincent as more than a friend.

Neighbor!Theo that tries to ignore the growing jealousy, but just can't help it as he watches you and Vincent quickly grow to be close friends. He's never been able to say no to his brother, and if being with you is what makes Vincent happy, he's ready to deal with whatever happens. However, unbeknownst to him, you've gone to Vincent for help with getting closer to Theo instead, turning him into an accidental wingman.

Neighbor!Theo that finally confronts you about your secret meetings with his brother. Not that he thinks you or his brother are capable of going behind his back, but he still worries regardless. The relief is practically palpable when you come clean, quickly followed by pink cheeks and flustered look as he realizes his feelings are being returned.

Neighbor!Theo that seems grumpy for the rest of the night, but his relief and happiness are all evident in the series of kisses he gives you afterwards. But don't be fooled or think you're off the hook as his kisses get more passionate by the second, eager to show you the true brunt of his feelings finally.

Neighbor!Theo that makes sure to spend the entire night engraving him and his love into your mind and moreso your body, giving you all the pleasure you can handle and more to make sure he’s the only thing that occupies your mind. Despite his rough demeanor, his love shows in every way so you never have to doubt how he cares for you.

This turned into more of a sectioned fic than headcanons but 🤷‍♀️ I love my mean sweethearts, I had to give Theo some love ❤️ Comments and reblogs appreciated!

[szftzy]

Yandere zhongli x Child reader

[strictly platonic.] look im not sure why i made this instead of focusing on my actual drafts, but im hoping this feeds you guys- im so sorry for the HUGE delay, ill work on that soon

(>> pt.2, the last part to this.)

—you were surrounded. by hillichurls, you didn’t know monsters where around this area, but they where.

—having no one to call out for you just ran and ran away from the hilichurls, but once you slowly got tired they finally stopped following you

—for a recap, you were just exploring, but i guess you stranded a bit too far and found your way in a hilichurls camp, its a relief you got away

—thats when zhongli found you, a bruised child in need of medical attention, which is odd because no one was ever really near these mountains.

—you didnt hesitate to take his hand when he asked, since you forgot the way to your home. but later you’d figure out right?

—he wanted to ask, how this happened? but decided not for now, and save it for later

—later when zhongli patched you, he decided to ask now why you were bruised, when you told him it was because of a camp of hilichurls and you almost risked your life, including the fact you forgot the way back home.

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— a few days later, you decided to ask zhongli if you could go back home, since you spent a few days at his home and felt bad for all the trouble you might have caused him —there he was on the couch, so once you asked him… he ignored you? that was off.. you asked again, still no response. was he doing this on purpose?

— ‘um- mr zhongli?’ you asked once again, this was really concerning , perhaps you should leave without telling him? but that would be rude..

—’No.’ he said bluntly not even looking your way. what? ‘er..what?’ you asked again ‘i said, No.’ he said again

—’why not? i think my parents must be really worried about me..’ but you got tired of him not responding or just saying no, you should be allowed to leave..

—so you slowly started to leave, and walking up to the front door. but once you tried to open it, it wouldnt.

—what the? you put your damn context clues together and finally started realizing, he locked the door on purpose so you couldn’t leave

—right after you felt a hand on your shoulder, tightly gripping it. this is where you knew you make a huge mistake coming with zhongli in the first place

—hi hello and yes i am back from the dead 😀, im super sorry if this is a bit short! it was rushed but i might do a part 2 if this does well, have a good day and ily!

[differenceenginegirl]

So, as I am aiming to try and get most of a first draft completed this year, given I now have a stable schedule mostly, I'm going to try and start posting more about my book-to-be. Feel free to drop in asks at any time about anything to do with it, it'll help keep me motivated!

To kick it all off, a snippet! (Mostly under the cut)

Afore the Battle, Saint Michael hardened his heart against the Evil wearing the face of his Brother, and led the Armies of Heaven against the Evil that had taken root in the Hearts of their Brothers and Sisters. During the Battle, many fell, and Saint Michael was struck a dire wound. He had enough strength to cast the Serpent Down, but was exhausted by this final effort and lies in repose until he shall return to lead the Armies of Heaven against his mortal foe, the Dragon, when the Heavens and the Earth shall be a Battleground of Fire and Flame as the two sides meet once more for the Final War.

- Pseudepigrapha of John of Patmos, 19:6-10

Michael made sure he was clean and dressed in a fresh tunic before going to confront his Father. Whatever the outcome, he had decided this would be the last time he did so, so all his arguments would be aired before he left his Father's quarters.

He squared his shoulders, straightened his spine, and knocked on his Father's door.

"Enter." Came His booming voice, unimpeded by the closed door.

Michael obeyed, closing the door behind himself and standing straight and proud before Him.

"Hello, Father."

He was clearly unimpressed by Michael's presence, setting down His pen and staring him down. "Michael. What do you want?"

"I wish to discuss Haylael, and I will not be turned away this time. I don't see why he should be banished for eternity for wanting a proper answer to a single question."

His Father's jaw twitched, and outside, thunder cracked. "You dare question Me? Even after what happened to your twin?"

"I do. Now answer me, I will not leave until You have done so." Despite the stirrings of fear in his belly, he stood strong, not letting any of it show on his face.

"You claim he just asked a question. He caused the deaths of a number of My children, your siblings, and you still think banishment is unfair?"

"None of those who died did so at his hand, or at the hands of his supporters. And none would have died if You had not given me and the Host weapons capable of it!" A little of his anger started to peek through, unable to hold it entirely back.

"So it is My fault they died? I would not have had to take such action if he had not started a battle!" Thunder cracked again, the skies outside matching the stormy expression on His face.

"And he wouldn't have done so if You had listened to him and given him more of an answer! He had tried all other methods of drawing Your attention and still You ignored him!"

"I offered him mercy!"

"You offered to show him the basest level of that if he bowed his knee and forgot the entire reason for the Battle!"

His Father's face grew more and more thunderous as Michael continued to press every point he argued. He glared at him, and suddenly Michael could no longer move.

"ENOUGH!!! If you love that disgrace more than you do Me, you can join him Below!" their Father bellowed, rage emanating from Him as Michael stood frozen before Him.

The ground opened up beneath him, and, paralysed, Michael Fell.

The air whistled past him as he tumbled helpless from the Holy City, his wings not obeying his frantic attempts to at least stabilise his descent as he crashed through the Earthly plane to the realm of ash and desolation he had cast his twin to at the beginning of this mess.

He landed hard on the shores of a lake of fire, his right shoulder and wing giving way on impact. For a few agonising minutes, the paralysis persisted as unknown creatures circled and chittered at his prone form, before movement returned in a rush. He sprang to his feet and carefully snapped his shoulder into place before he looked around, hopeful he could find Haylael in this awful place without having to take wing.

As he looked around, he spotted a pair of familiar white wings about a mile down the shoreline. He moved as quickly as he could towards them, his damaged wing dragging through the black sand behind him as he hoped his twin was alright.

When he was less than a wingspan away from them, he caught sight of the creature they were attached to. It was burning, flames licking at skin and raw flesh, its wings ragged and singed as it lay prostrate on the sand. Michael was just about to turn away from this twisted image of an angel when it sat up on its knees and looked up at him with eyes like burning coals, and spoke with a voice he knew. Rough, and raw, but still so very well known. His twin's voice.

"M-Mi-Mi?"

[eveofwriting]

Howdy! Your last request fill for me was perfect so no need to re-write it! I loved the poly-models. I do have a request for Yandere Demon Slayer. May I request Platonic Spider Mother fighting a young human fem s/o who's a demon hunter but so weak and inexperienced, barely able to lift the sword let alone kill with it. Thinking the s/o is fighting demons cause their parents were killed when they were little. They have no family to call their own and no one to take care of them. Thanks again!

[I really didn’t know what direction to go in for this, it came out a little at the end, but with what we see of spider mom, she’s cold and sadistic before Tanjiro shows her mercy, so I had little to work with. Besides, her backstory is vague, unlike the spider sister and Rui. I got rid of some parts of the story so there might be one or two things I forgot to get rid of or something that doesn’t make sense because I forgot to replace it, but this has been sitting in my drafts for months and I just want to post it already and stop editing.]

“Welcome to the Family”

You weren’t supposed to be a demon slayer. You were young, weak, and uncoordinated. Clumsiness that seemed to be hidden in every step, slight distractions grabbed your attention as much as an airhorn would, you simply weren’t cut out for this field. It was a total mystery how you made it through the final selection in the first place. You were pathetic!

You had stopped at a town near a large mountain, planning to leave the next day, but as you walked, you were rushed towards by a young child, maybe 9 or 10 at the oldest, with a panicked expression on his face. You weren’t much older, only 13, but that didn’t really matter. This was weird, considering it was the middle of the night.

“Heyyy!” The boy cried out, holding out the Y. “I need help!”

Due to the fact he caught you off guard, all you could really respond with, was, “Huh? Why?”

He grabbed your hands tightly and brought them together in front of you, looking up at you pleadingly. “Please help! I was with my older brother and his friends at the base of the mountain, and.. And something, it…” He trailed off, obviously in distress. “It?” You questioned, to which he quickly focused his attention back on what he was saying. “It had red eyes.. It was so pale, and it shot spider webs from it’s fingers, I think.. It hurt my brother, I just ran! I barely got back to the village in time! You have a sword, we need help!” It definitely sounded like a demon attack, which caused a small feeling of dread to pile up in your stomach.

“You all shouldn’t be out this late at night!” You scolded, but nodded. “Go wake your parents, under no circumstance let anybody go up the mountain, leave this to the me. I-I’m trained for this. I’ll come back with your brother, I promise.” You stated, not knowing fate would have very, very different plans for that night.

You didn’t waste a second to rush up the mountain after saying that, listening for any sounds that indicated where they were. As you got higher, you could hear a piercing scream in the distance. You rushed forward, running towards the sound until finally you arrive at the scene. The woman.. The demon, matched the vague description the boy gave, as you saw web like strung quickly wrap around his limbs, tying the boy to a tree by his bound arms and legs. You saw the other boys, it seems the demon already managed to tie them up.

“You probably taste as good as you look!” The Spider Mother said with a smile, knowing she would please Rui with her surprise. You grabbed her attention by accidentally snapping a twig under your foot, as she spun around at full speed. “Another one?” She said in surprise, although was definitely pleased. The family would be well fed! She quickly noticed your uniform, a demon slayer? You glared at her with an expression of faux fierceness, although your hands were shaking like a leaf.

“Run!” One of the older boys said, looking to be about your age. You shook your head, you could do this! You didn’t seem to notice that the Spider Mother stopped reacting, flashbacks filling her mind as she saw the look of false determination. Past the false determination was fear, fear she remembered. It didn’t seem to be in the heat of the moment fear, was this your first time facing a demon? Sweat dripped down your face as you stared back at her intensely. You finally went in for an attack, mumbling “this is for my family-” as you pushed forward, managing to miss her completely. She stepped back, watching as you pulled your sword out of the ground. You were horrible at this! You didn’t even know how to properly use a sword, it seemed. She couldn’t help but find you adorable, how you struggled to fight her even as she stood practically still. “C’mon! Stupid sword!-” You stated, pulling it out of the ground and lunging for her, missing her again and instead falling forward as you managed to dig your sword into the ground. Slice, not stab! You should know better, she scolded in her mind. She easily used her string to restrain your hands, pulling you closer to her. She began gently looking over your details. “L-Let me go! I’m going to try and ma-make your death painless- so don’t put up a fight!” You said, stuttering in fear. “Ah, you’re naive.. How did you even rank as a demon slayer? Why are you a demon slayer?” She seemed generally curious about you. “O-Obviously because demons are mu-murderers! You all are- y-you’re the reason my fam-” You paused, why in the hell would you talk to her? She saw through your facade, you were completely defenseless! “Your family is dead, hm? You don’t have a family?” She asked, although it was rhetorical.

In her mind, she already made one thing clear, she didn’t want to kill you. The pain and fear in your eyes reminded her too much of what she felt around Rui. What better to get Rui than a new family member and a nice dinner? Even though you’re not a demon.. Rui could always make use of a sibling who was so devoted to her family beforehand that she risked her life to fight demons.. He could turn that around, make you a part of the family, and she could.. Keep you safe.

“Rui’s going to love you..” She stated, not acknowledging the confusion on your face as she pulled you closer. She wrapped her hands around your throat. “I’m sorry.” She said simply before beginning to choke you.

She would only make you fall unconscious, it would make convincing Rui to spare you much easier if you were peacefully sleeping..

Welcome to the family.

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

what the fuck I just found this in my drafts I literally wrote this years ago, like a very significant number of years ago this is old shit

and apparently I just saved it and forgot about it??? anyway I polished it up and now it is here, I have no context and I barely even remember writing it, enjoy!

my apologies for the long post I still can't figure out how to do read mores in the app

edit: some lovely people have unformed me how to use readmores, thank you ~

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Jack was starting to wonder perhaps if he'd done something wrong.

It wasn't uncommon for him to accidentally say or do something to upset his wife or daughter, although usually when such an event occurred Maddie would glare at him to express her displeasure, and Jazz would always take the opportunity to tell him in exact detail what he'd done wrong and how to make it up to them (something he was honestly very grateful for).

It must have been something pretty bad this time, because both women wouldn't even look him in the eye.

Jack first twigged that something was off that morning during breakfast, when he sat in the empty chair by Jazz's side and gave his usual greeting, "Hey Jazzypants!"

She ignored his presence completely, steely eyes glued to the wall opposite her, they were puffy and red and Jack wondered perhaps if she'd been crying.

It had been a long time since her problems were easily pushed aside by her father's warm hugs and jovial attitude, he had stopped being able to handle a crying Jazz after she'd turned twelve and countered his attempts at humour by insisting that he 'stop trivialising her distress', whatever THAT meant.

Nevertheless, warm hugs and gentle jokes were the only method he knew and so he wrapped a comforting arm around her thin shoulders, noting that she continued to sit still as a rock, not even glancing his way as he tried to coax a smile out of her.

Jazz didn't say a word as she pushed herself away from her unfinished breakfast and left the room.

It was when he walked down to the lab intending to ask Maddie about Jazz that Jack started to suspect he may have been the one responsible, as it became apparent that the two had seemed to coordinate their punishment for whatever transgression he'd made.

"Hey Mads!" his voice boomed over the noise of his wife's current project. He strained to see through the bright light of her blow torch at the large gun-like weapon on the table. Jack whistled in appreciation is he took in the size of what he assumed was some kind of rocket launcher. "So what are we calling this one? Ooh! How about, The Fenton Spectre 'Sploder!"

Maddie's goggles made it difficult to see what expression adorned her face, but her tensed shoulders and the shaky grip on the blow torch told him that she was most certainly upset about something.

"Mads? Are you alright?" his voice quivered slightly as he took a few steps closer, seeing his wife this tense tightened a coil within his chest. Suspecting that he may be responsible added an extra weight to his stomach that he knew wasn't cause by the breakfast he'd skipped.

The light from the blow torch snapped off and Jack had to blink the bright spots it left behind from his vision, trying to peer through the blotches to find any indication that Maddie was going to acknowledge his presence. It seemed as though she'd looked his way for a moment but before his eyes could clear enough to meet hers she'd looked away again.

Jack watched, puzzled as his wife raised a hand to cover her mouth and catch the sob that ripped its way from her throat, she hadn't succeeded as the sound echoed across the lab and tore its way straight through Jack's heart, causing his eyes to sting and his throat to close up.

He reached a hand out to touch her shoulder, intent on giving her some form of comfort. He'd barely brushed it with his finger tips before Maddie stormed right past him up to the stairs, Jack had to quickly stumble backwards to avoid being trampled.

He couldn't imagine what he possibly could have done to elicit such a response from the woman he loved, but he knew for sure that he must have done something terrible for her to not seek him out for comfort like she did any other time she was upset. He just wished he could remember what.

Jack's shoulders slumped under the dim light of the glowing jars of ectoplasm lining the various counter-tops, he dry-swallowed a few times, trying to push down his confusion and distress before following his wife's light footsteps up the stairwell.

He found her in the kitchen, leaning against a counter with her goggles slung around her neck and her wild red hair loose around her head, abundant with the kinks and tangles Jack usually watched her brush out of it every morning.

"Mads?" Jack said, voice rough and quiet, "Look I... if I did something wrong I-" Jack's apology froze in his throat as Jazz poked her head through the kitchen door, eyes once again glancing right over Jack and instead locking onto her mother.

Neither woman shared a word as Jazz crossed the room and wrapped her arms around Maddie, who desperately grabbed at her daughter in return, burying her face in long red hair as violent sobs wracked her whole body.

Jack, at a loss of what else to do, wrapped his own arms around his girls. Nestling his chin on his daughters hair, he expected the annoyed scoff that Jazz usually gave him for his 'chin noogies', but it never came. Neither Fenton woman pushed him away though, so Jack considered it progress.

Finally, after an age of rocking and sobbing, Maddie's muffled words escaped through strands of Jazz's hair.

"Where is he? W-where'd he go, where'd he go?"

A deep chill coursed through Jack's veins, Danny? Had something happened to Danny? Jack pulled away, a million questions thrumming through his mind.

What happened? Was he missing? Was he hurt? Had he run away, been kidnapped, been kill- no. Jack shook his head violently, running a hand through the shorts strands of his thick hair. No he couldn't be. He couldn't be he couldn't be.

Jack's mouth was on the verge of catching up to his brain, multiple questions bubbled at his lips when he heard a voice echo down the stairs.

"Jazz?"

Jack took a steadying breath and grasped at the counter for support, relief flooding his body as his son rounded the corner and came into view. Danny was fine, Danny was safe. He had been fretting over absolutely nothing.

Then Danny's eyes locked into his.

A number of emotions flickered across his son's face, the first being a brief moment of sheer relief and delight, but it didn't last. Soon, too soon, Danny's dark brows pulled together and his lips curled sourly in confusion before a new expression swept it away. It was one Jack had never seen before.

He felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room, an icy chill prickled up his arms as the sudden wave of absolute horror overtook Danny's face. Jack couldn't tell if his son was about to break down crying or scream.

And then it was over. The tension in Jack's limbs released as Danny's face flattened into an unnaturally blank expression, he dropped his gaze and continued his way over to Maddie and Jazz. Once again it was like Jack wasn't even there.

Danny placed a hand on his mother's shoulder. "Maybe you should do another lap around town, you might find something today." he spoke softly into her frazzled hair.

Jazz looked at Danny strangely, her brother sent her back a glance that must have held some meaning because she then gripped Maddie tightly around the shoulders and led her straight out of the house, and suddenly Jack recalled that he still didn't know who it was that had gone missing.

"So... is anyone gonna tell me what's going on?" the jovial tone Jack meant to use came out flat and strained, Danny didn't look even remotely amused.

"I think you should sit down." Danny said quietly. He was no longer meeting Jack's eyes as he pulled out a chair for himself and one for his father.

Jack took the offered seat and prepared himself for the worst, obviously someone dear to Maddie and the kids had gone missing, Jack ran a list of all the people they knew, preparing himself for the worst, it was obvious Danny did not want to tell him what had happened. Perhaps whoever was missing was someone that Jack in particular had been close to? Was that the reason behind the horrified look on Danny's face? Because he'd realised he was going to have to be the one to tell him?

Something in Jack's gut told him he was on the wrong track, but try as he might he just couldn't imagine what else it could possibly be.

Jack kept his eyes on his son as the boy's thin torso straightened up in his chair and his icy blue stare bored into Jack's. Danny took a deep breath, then took several more, eventually he seemed almost ready to speak, Jack didn't rush him.

"Dad... you're dead."