#IF HE WINS THEN MY GRADES DONT MATTER!!

[rafasbiscuits]

should i watch the wimbledon final later or should i study for my exams?

it's obvious.

[cats-lolmao]

Yandere Gojo Hc's

Gojo x Gn! Sorcerer Reader

Yandere Gojo who couldn't handle your rejection since he has never been rejected or told no before

Yandere Gojo who went home that day and cried himself thinking of ways to win you over

Yandere Gojo that comes into your house uninvited while singing daddys home

Yandere Gojo that gets jealous you were on a mission with yuta and just spawns in as you're about to get your arm blown off holding. He has a bouquet of flowers that are held together by a rose gold rolex. He's wearing the most crips tux you've ever seen looking freshly groomed and destroys the curse within milliseconds

Yandere Gojo forces you to go to a cafe with him, then tries to woo you "hm what's that right there?" He frowns, pointing behind you. "Where?" you fall for it turning your head. He light grabs your chin to look back and be met with his blue eyes just for you to speed walk out

Yandere Gojo that sneaks into your house and replaces your alarm with one that wakes you up to his voice instead

Yandere Gojo who can't focus on a thing but you when he notices that your arms are wrapped around another

Yandere Gojo got them suspended cause your only supposed to have eyes for him

Yandere Gojo yells "Dont let the door hit you on the way out" giggling and cheering like a highschool girl now that he can finally have what was rightfully his

Yandere Gojo who decided to take matters into his own hands when you were almost killed by a special grade curse.

Yandere Gojo who threatens to kill your whole family if you don't give up your place as a sorcerer and become his pretty little doll

Yandere Gojo that goes beserks and storms out when you call him delusional and tell him he doesn't have a chance

Yandere Gojo that remembers he's stronger than you and just kidnaps you

HIIII my requests are open btw byee🫶‼️

[cloudywriting05]

one of your girls. — coriolanus snow.

we dont gotta be in love, no. i don’t gotta be the one, no. i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.

part two published, read here.

cw: dom!coryo, p in v, Bondage, vulgar language, pain during sex, daddy kink, slight sadism(?), 18+, slight non-con, etc

words: 3048 [good, GOD], MAY be grammar errors.

tags: @euphemiaamillais my lovely lady.

“Hey, Snow.” 

The blonde boy snapped his head at you, a stern look plastered to his face. You watched his eyes travel up and down your figure, his expression softened as a small smile crept on his face. He turned his body to face you and sighed.

You and Coriolanus’s relationship was unique, to say the least. You’ve known each other your entire life but dedicated your every day to one-upping each other. Your decade-long academic rivalry with him was something you found deeply annoying, and you knew if he wasn’t as attractive as he was, you would’ve killed him by now. Coriolanus found the rivalry thrilling. Watching you stress and work out to get the best grade was entertaining for him. On the days he was lucky, you would be in the library at the same time as him, searching for textbooks to grab before the other could. The number of times he caught himself peering down at your small figure, bent over, frantically digging through piles of chemistry books was criminal. 

The new school year had just begun, and you were instantly bombarded with strange rumours. Rumours about Coriolanus, more specifically, his dick. He’d allegedly slept with half of the grade’s female population, including your own friends. You rebuffed them initially, that was until you overheard the said ‘girls’ discussing it, confirming it all. You were annoyed, absolutely livid at the thought of Coriolanus sleeping with them. Why did he leave you out? Was this something else he was showing you that you could never get? Whatever he was doing was working. Fucking your entire friend group but purposely dodging you was a smart move on his behalf. But you were never a loser, never second place.

So here it brought you. Standing in front of your arch nemesis with your arms crossed. 

“Could I help you, gorgeous?” he purred, raising an eyebrow. 

“You’re a slut, Snow. Fucking all my friends is pretty corny, don’t you think?” you remarked, running a finger down the locker beside him. 

He looked at you, guilt written across his face. “I’m not a slut, little girl. And who told you that?” 

“Everyone. Everyone is talking about you and your dick, Coriolanus.”

“I got busy over the holidays. Who knew Academy girls could be so desperate for my dick?” he sneered, smiling to himself. 

“So why did you do it?” 

“Do what?” he asked, puzzled.

“Fuck everyone but me? Were you trying to tick me off? If so, it worked, Snow.”

He let out a laugh, completely bewildered. “Are you high? What are you trying to get at?”

“Did I stutter? You fucked every girl in my friend group but me, even though I should’ve been the first. Now, because you decided to fucking skip me, I have to hear about how freaky you are, or how big your dick is all day!” you blurted, your frustration getting by the absolute best of you as his nonchalant demeanor sent you over the edge. 

“So, let me get this straight; you’re angry at me because I didn’t fuck you?” he questioned, eyes wide, trying to comprehend what was coming out of your mouth.

You stuttered for a second. “Yes, yes I am.”

“We played sandbox together and here you are now, in this empty hallway, begging me to fuck you,” he said as he fixed his uniform.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna fuck me?” you purred, your arms crossed, looking up at him. 

“Just to piss you off, no I don’t. Doesn’t matter how hot I think you are, or how long I’ve wanted to for this to happen. I like seeing you mad.” he smiled, knowing he had ticked you off. “I’ll see you in bio, little girl.”

He spoke as he walked away. Your eyes twitched in anger; Snow could not win. Not today. 

“Fine, I’ll just ask Plinth!” your words stopped him right in his tracks.

He turned and stalked towards you, stopping only a few inches in front of you. He glared down into your eyes. “If you fuck Sejanus, I’ll kill you both and make it look like an accident.” 

You scoffed. “Would you, actually? I don’t know. All I know is that I want you at my house by eleven thirty. If you’re as good as one of the girls was vouching you were, then prove it. Or I’ll get one of your friends to, just to make it even.”

“You win, I’ll see you there, doll.”

It was eleven-twenty on the dot and there was still no sign of Coriolanus. You’d pondered about the interaction from today for hours, worried you came off too demanding. You thought to yourself for a while that he was going you stand you up and purposely not come, that would’ve sent you over the edge. You sat on your bed, every negative thought running through your head. Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of frantic knocking. 

You rushed downstairs and stood in front of the door. “Who is it?”

“Is that a joke?” Coriolanus spoke from the other side of the door. “Let me in, sweetheart. I’m freezing.” 

You flung the door open, Coriolanus stood there, a smile plastered to his face. He sported a worn-out shirt that was fitted, hugging his chest. He paired it with pajama pants with a red pattern and slides that looked like they should’ve never left his house. He walked right past you into your home. “You look like you’re about to go to sleep, couldn’t dress sexier?” 

“I mean it’s gonna come right off, isn’t it?”

“Whatever, my room is upstairs and the first to your right.” 

“Perfect.” 

You watched the boy jog up the stairs and disappear behind the wall, following him shortly after. 

You entered the room to him sitting on the bed, using his arms to sit up behind him. You closed the door behind you without breaking eye contact. You could physically feel the tension in the room, his entire demeanor shifting from minutes ago. You felt almost chilled. 

He lifted himself from the edge of your bed and walked towards you, stopping himself only when his face was inches from yours. “Did one of the girls ever tell you what I did to them?”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think.”

“I’ll have to show you, won't I?” he purred, his hand traveling up from your side to your chin.

“Yeah, I guess.” 

His hand landed on your cheek, taking you by surprise. You gasped as his hand returned to your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Stupid girl. You wanted me to treat you like your friends, right? They didn’t talk, so why should you?”

You should’ve walked away; you should’ve told him to get out. The boy who defined your entire academy life just slapped you in the face and degraded you, yet your entire body yearned for his touch. You stared into his eyes, they were glistening, wild with power and lust. His blonde hair dimly lit by the streetlight peering through your window into your dark, cold room. You needed to get even; you needed him to fuck you to get even. You needed him inside of you and in that moment, you didn’t care if it was the last thing you did that night. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, now,” he demanded, his grip on your chin tightening as he forced you to look up at him, helpless.

You shook under his touch, completely powerless. “I- I want you to fuck me, Coryo.”

He lowered his head, resting his lips against your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine and straight to your heat. “Say it louder, so everyone in the Capitol knows how much of a dumb, little slut you are for me. Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me because I’m a slut... for you.” you proclaimed, your voice projected as he breathed against your cheek, his grip on your chin still tight.

“Pathetic, but good enough,” he replied, he released your chin and moved himself away from you slightly. “Get on the bed and strip for me, now.”

You nodded dumbly, crawling onto the bed. You lifted your shirt over your head and tossed it on the ground beside you, removing your pants and underwear right after. You sat there idly, completely bare, whilst a clothed Coriolanus stood in front of you, fucking you with his gaze. His eyes traveled up and down your frame, admiring you.

He raised a hand and began to caress your cheek; you instinctively nuzzled your face into his palm causing him to softly laugh. “The smartest and prettiest girl in the academy, sitting naked waiting for me to fuck her like a good girl.”

He looked down on you, you were naked and nuzzling your face into his palm, inaudibly begging him to fuck you. You were desperate and it turned him on so much. The most stubborn girl he fawned over for years now naked and begging him to fuck her. He could feel his dick trying to break free from his pants just from the sight of you.

He walked away and disappeared into your open closet, leaving you clueless. He walked out with a ribbon in his hand.

“That’s my grandma's, Coryo. That’s the ribbon she gifted me. What do you need it for?” you questioned, puzzled.

“Put your back against your bed frame and stop asking me stupid questions. Sluts with dirty mouths like you, my dear, don’t get to talk.” 

You followed his command and shuffled up until your bare back was against the headboard, waiting patiently for his next command. You were the smartest girl at your academy yet there you were, brainlessly waiting for Snow to tell you what to do. 

He climbed onto the bed and motioned for your hand. “Give me your hands, doll.” 

You timidly raised your hand towards him. He grabbed your wrist and began to firmly tie the piece of ribbon around them, causing you to wince slightly. The thin material pressed against your skin as you looked at him, hopeless. There he had you. Your wrists tied, naked. Your knees spread exposing you. 

He took his time once again, admiring your small, fragile frame. “You look so gorgeous, let daddy see what’s between your legs better, okay?”

You nodded and spread your knees apart more, fully exposing your heat to the boy. He hovered over you, staring down at your pussy, glistening with juices. He used his hands to turn you over on your knees, your hands still restrained, using your elbows for support. 

“How many times did you speak to that bitch this week?” he inquired from behind you.

“Who? Sejanus? … Maybe three or four times, I’m not too sure–”

“Too many times. Way too many fucking times.”

You felt a hard hand land against your cheek, your back curled in pain as you threw your head between your hands. It was followed by another, causing you to cry out in pain. He slapped your ass again, and then once more. Painful groans escaped your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain.

“Four slaps for four conversations. Turn over and spread your legs a bit more for me, okay?” 

You dumbly followed, still wincing in pain. You turned yourself onto your back and spread your legs as far as you could, quivering and vulnerable. Coriolanus watched, entranced by your naked body. You looked at the boy, gawking at you. His hand grabbed your tied wrists and lifted them above your head. The boy then moved his head between your knees, planting a kiss on your knee, then on your inner thigh. He peered up at you, your pussy throbbing and yearning for his touch.

“Please, I can’t take it. Touch me,” you begged, your voice timid, scared of the boy between your thighs.

“Say please.”

“Please, please?”

“Good girl.” he purred, lowering his head further, you felt his nose graze your pubic bone.

His lips planted a kiss, then moved down to your folds. A moan instantly escaped your lips, your body churning at the feeling of his lips on your moist folds. Your back arched. You felt his lips move against your core, lapping at your folds. He used his tongue to press against your clit, making you cry out and heave. His arm traveled up to your breast, massaging it as his tongue lapped at your pussy. His nose pressing against you. You squirmed as he used his mouth to suck your clit, sending your eyes to the back of your head. The sensations overstimulate you, leaving you hopeless. You didn’t dare bring your arms down, knowing he wouldn’t react well.

He lifted his head from your heat for a second and peered up at you. “You taste so good, let me show you.”

He raised himself and lowered his lips onto yours. Forcing your mouth open with his, his tongue invading your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You moaned in his mouth, completely dumbfounded by the boy.

“Now, open your mouth,” he said, gripping onto your chin. 

You dumbly followed, letting him spit into your mouth. You swallowed without hesitation. 

“Good, you did one thing right,” he remarked, unbuttoning his pants, holding eye contact with you from above. 

He swiftly removed his pants, followed by his shirt. His body was leaner than you’d expected, his muscular frame surprising you. He hauled himself off the bed and lowered his brief, freeing his throbbing penis. You let out a small gasp. He motioned for you to come towards him, you crawled, wrists still tied, and sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. His penis right across from your face. He stared down at you.

“Look what you did to me, fix it up. Now,” he demanded.

You nodded your head as you leaned to lick his penis. You use your lips to latch onto his tip, sucking on it as you let your tongue massage it. He groaned from above you, eyes closed. Your head moving slowly to and from, his dick still in your mouth. Your tongue glided back and forth as you pleasured the boy. He threw his head back as you did everything you could to his dick with your mouth alone, you spat on it frantically as you took his cock deeper into your throat. Gagging on his dick and pushing yourself past your limit.

“Go fucking deeper, you dumb fucking slut. Treat it like you would treat some other guys. Whore.” he demanded, his hand latching onto a chunk of your hair. 

He pushed himself further down your throat, tears rolling down your eyes in return. He pumped your throat like it was your pussy, you gagged on his cock uncontrollably. Your wrists were tied in front of you, helpless as he fucked your throat. He pulled your head back with the chunk of hair. You gasped for a breath of air frantically, tears rolling down your eyes. His open palm landed against your cheek again, causing you to gasp in pain.

“When I tell you to go deeper, I mean it, slut. Aren’t you meant to be smart?” he scoffed, looking down at your frail frame. “You spent years trying to get under my fucking skin, now I’m on yours, and you don’t know how to act? Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy, thank you.” you whimpered, sniffling as he shot you a smile.

“There you go, pretty girl. Turn over for me now.” 

You nodded dumbly, turning around on the edge of the bed. You used your elbows for support as you perked your backside up. The boy stared at you hungrily. You felt a slap land on your cheek again, causing you to flinch in pain. 

“You wanna feel me?” 

He watched your head bop and down in response. Within no time he prepped himself at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. You groaned into the mattress, feeling his large cock stretch your pussy. 

“Little Miss Capitol is tight, isn’t she?” he sneered.

He slowly pushed himself in, then out. You groaned as his pace picked up excruciatingly slow, every thrust filling you up. His dick stretched your walls, every bit of your pussy was filled with his cock. He gripped your hip and leaned forward, using his free hand to push your wrists further from you.

His pace quickened. His cock slung in and out of you, moaning as he slapped your ass. You didn’t flinch, distracted by the feeling of his cock. Your moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, hitting a spot within you that hadn’t known of until now. Your body quivered as you felt the boy fuck you with all his strength.

You felt his arm wrap around your throat, pulling you up and restraining your breathing. You gasped, his pace not slowing. You felt his chest against your back as he thrusts into you mercilessly. His free hand slithers to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. You felt your muscles wear as he continued to push into you, overstimulated beyond comprehension.

Your stomach tightened as you came, and you shrieked. Your entire body loses its balance, flailing forward on your chest. Coriolanus didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into you, your body limp in front of him. You moaned into the mattress as he fucked you whilst his hand circulated your clit. 

“I came, Coriolanus, I came!”

“I know, shut up.”

He ignored your words. Your body tightened again, this time your juices threatened to squirt out. You fought every bone in your body to not let it out. His finger still rubbing your clit as he pushed into you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again. I can’t, it hurts!”

“Yes, you can, you can.” He breathed from behind you.

You cried out, shamefully squirting on your bedsheets. The boy pulled his cock out and frantically massaged it until his semen shot on your back. He heaved from behind you.

“Now, you are just like the rest of the girls. I’ll see you on Monday, doll.”

—

pt2 published…. read here.

[luonae]

whew im finally done with my PL oc/custom eris i suppose. (well i wanted to draw him more but im bored) embarrassingly long post ahead so brace yourself

collection of his fits: (fun fact, all of them have a reference to milo somewhere like hearts, the cross earring M milo has, or just the letter M... also shaped like a heart)

he puts the war in wardrobe. (i couldnt stop myself from giving him multiple outfits since taking care of his looks is a pretty significant part of his character)

ok yapping time (even this is actually very condensed from what ive written):

- his favorite manipulation tactics involve shaming and guilt tripping. hes really subtle about them. also playing innocent

- he grew up with an alcoholic physically abusive father and was taught to play up his cuteness so his father would have a harder time lashing out at him and pity him, which is why he takes a lot of care of his appearance and looks. he weaponizes them and uses them as a defense mechanism too

- overconfident hedonist who fucks around and finds out lol. good at adapting to match other peoples energy and needs

- naturally book smart but not street smart. hes very well known in college for his consistently good grades. he uses his helplessness in daily situations to play the damsel in distress role (trust this guy to weaponize even his weakness)

- out of all the milos hes most similar to M milo (but hes actually introverted). his favorite milo would be pre though (he likes how miserable he looks and finds it endearing. also he likes cute things and bunnies and pre milo is the cutest to him... and the bunny one)

- if i had to liken him to any pre existing characters, the closest would be chae yul from secret alliance

- he doesnt care about 99% of things in life so its hard to see him stressed out. the only thing he cares about is milo. he thinks manipulating milo is okay because in the end milo will love him and be happy to be with him, and he will be happy to be with milo too, so its a win-win (dont mind the ethics of this logic)

- uses milo like a servant or a guard dog (v milo rejoice, youre perfect). hes really lazy and clumsy, bad at household chores. hes actually very protective of milo though. he may be bossy and manipulative towards him but if someone else hurts milo he will immediately take matters into his own hands. hes squeamish and weak to blood and gore (which would suck when hes with v milo) but he would definitely start maiming anyone who hurts milo (aside from himself lol)

- his best subject was math. his worst subject was history. his hobbies are mostly solitary activities like gaming, drawing, taking walks, and dancing

extras: he heard milo likes bunnies

and... while drawing all those colorful outfits i could only think of one thing...

(this would actually never happen because he would never apologize)

oh and i almost forgot to include these

ok last fun fact: his favorite endings would definitely be the killer (v) and arsonist (m) endings (very funny how in both of these he transforms milo into a national menace) but his least favorites would be kidnapped/taken (v) and walls (m). he would especially hate the walls one. milo get out!!!! he wants to see you!!!!!!!!

[emerxshiu]

doing anything but page 2 (dw guys im already coloring it but its gonna take a while)

uhhhhhh

um

so i got into lacey's games a few days ago, and as usual: "how can i make this about my main interest" so i made elfilin as lacey's dinner, you dont know the pain of having to write the tittle,i havent wrote like that since 5th grade, and i had to redo it multiple times.

also, i was gonna use a brush that looked more like the og but it didnt work out so i used my old reliable (i love crayon(soft) asdasdas)

he working part time at waddle dee café :3 (and commiting sanitary violations just like og lacey's dinner!)

also it took some serious restraint from me not to shade or color lineart

here is the image i used as reference

lacey belongs to ghosttundra, watch lacey

also here is a ver with the normal elfilin colors because i greyed them out since lacey's colors look kinda grey

also worked on a chuchu gijinka and some stuff but that will be a different post, maybe for tomorrow since im not finishing page 2 soon

also unrelated but, congrats to everyone on springfest! no matter if you lost or won, and also cool to bears for winning (i was bunnies)

aight, Jambuhbye!

[redbirdbella]

I don't even know what this is beyond Natasha and Clint hurting. TW abuse.

"I am tired" Natasha says quietly. Clint looks over at her wondering if has the energy to let the tears fall. "I know they mean well"

She's staring at the photo frame behind Coulsons desk "But I can't- I can't do it. People tell me they are good men but I don't believe them. They are insecure men"

She takes a big long breath and Clint knows better than to interrupt her.

"They know, they think deep down that being good is all that matters - not that they aren't hurting. So when I ask - when it's bad - for space, for a moment, for anything that doesn't make them my saviour- i stops mattering"

Natasha swipes at the corner of her eyes.

"They take my history as an accusation, as an insult to all men, like I dont have a right to what I feel!"

She is shaking now, the rage rattling through the hollow remains of what we're once emotions.

"they would not hurt me cause they must protect me. Cause they are men and I am to be used only just a part to play in their story. It doesn't make a fucking difference I still walk away feeling dirty!"

Clint nods "Ok, no medical. "

"I- no- I can"

Clint bites his cheek for a second, he's never quite figured out how to handle when she's like this. Steady, unsure, like she can't quite see beyond her own memories.

"You don't have to feel uncomfortable"

"I will do it" Natasha says with more certainty.

This is what Clint hates - more than the red room horror story every trip down memory lane with Natasha Romanoff turns in to. It's the cruel sight into her psyche through Olympic grade mental gymnastics that he loathes.

The psychologist had tried to name it, every flip and trick she did. Clint didn't care, he knew the drill by now. Dramatic unsettling mental bombshell. The backtrack. Watching her fall apart when the backtrack doesn't magically make the bombshell any less real. If they could figure out how to stop it then they would have his undivided attention.

"Would you prefer me to do it?"

"No I have said what I would like"

"I'm not sure-" Clint begins watching the way Natasha shifts with a sigh, "I just want you to be ok"

"I don't need to be protected. You can't control me-"

"Natasha, control and comfort are not the same thing" Clint sighs the words sounding unsure.

Natasha arches an eyebrow.

She had been better, Clint thinks, then SHIELD had called him away left Natasha with one of the so called good guys. A medic named Cameron who'd taken it upon himself to get Natasha to trust men through his own self imposed exposure training. Entering her personal space, sudden movements, the whole lot just to take credit for fixing her.

What was once fine lines and grey areas and maybe the hint of trust had been cast back to the black and white, control or be controlled, all to confirm some dickheads god complex.

Now she flinched in Clint's presence again. Now the nightmares flowed through the night to stain the day. Now again Clint felt claustrophobic in her complex web of coping.

He'd watched the way Cameron was with her, the passive aggressive tension that hung in the air. A battle Natasha couldn't win no matter how hard she'd tried. He wanted her, but only in his way. Only in the way that made him feel good.

Clint sighs refocusing, maybe for once he needed to let her make this mistake.

"Ok let's go to medical"

[littlebluespoon]

*Appears from your sink drain after it clogged and filled up with water so I was able to get in* Mary/Rena (Daughter’s name? I know you liked both so I dunno I kinda also like them but Rena is super pretty) would get into a full of fight at school with multiple people twice her size, like blood bruises broken noses; And absolutely win purely because König made her and her brothers do this military grade training and stuff purely because they were making fun of a new kid who was really tall and she and her brothers heard from their dad about how he was bullied because of how tall he was etc. So she would not let that stand so she knocked them down a few pegs and only came out with a black eye and a bloody nose while the other five looked like they had just gone through hell and back because they basically did.

Also Beloved as a hybrid but König never knew what kind until they got hurt and went to their animal counterpart and they were a Strawberry squid! All shiny and a pretty pink looking like they would eat everyone up at the ✨wet gala✨ (haha wet gala- met gala-… I’ll stop…) Bit they were just so cute and making little squealing sounds of frustration as he picked them up effortlessly and their tentacles latched onto his arm not letting go no matter how hard he tried to get them off and they decided to get… ✨revenge✨ by basically doing the same things he did to them in their human form to him just kinda returning the favor😌💅

-🐙

BUT I JUST SAW HOW YOU HAVE ME 🍎, AND 🍔 AS YOUR MAIN ANNONS AND THAT MADE ME SO HAPPY I NEARLY HAD A STROKE💖💖

also I don’t want anything apart from your heart as payment~ (TrEaT mE lIkE wHiTe TeEs, DoNt GeT mE dIrTy, LoVe LoVe LoVe On Me)

Octo! Octo! Octo!

We're gonna call her Mary cause all I can see is König calling her his little warrior princess. Like he taught all his kids self defence and how to win against opponents bigger than them. And his boys did well but his little girl? She excelled. She's absolutely gonna follow in her dads footsteps and join the military. But given her family history and impressive skills she probably gets fast tracked for something and becomes like a legend in a few short years. Like the recruits have bets going, if one of them can prove they met her then the get free drinks for a month or something. But if she catches someone abusing their rank then oh boy, hold onto your hats and seats. Dude's gonna be out of the military and probably the country by the end of the day. And they've probably got like 18 new broken bones.

Reader as an aquatic hybrid but really self conscious of themselves. When they see how comfortable König is in his form they get a little jealous but they get hurt and they're pouty and clingy and so they just mimic him. (pouty face because its adorable). At first König's confessed cause he figured they were something like a mouse but then he's all excited because now they never have to be apart. When readers working he can stick to them and when he's working, reader can stick to him.

Octo, between you, Apple and Bur, I nearly have a heart attack every time I open my inbox cause I swear you're all just throwing these big brain ideas at me just to watch me short circuit. I've taking my time posting this one cause I had so many thoughts that I wanted to work through. All three of you give me a little boost of confidence in my writing and it really brightens my day when I hear from one of you <3

You absolutely have my heart <3

[suiana]

Tbh

The whole 5 minute thing might not last here

We don't truly know how Kenny's cursed technique works

Is it taking the brain out and putting it in the new body?

Is it imparting his own conscious into the other brain letting his old body fall dead?

Or is a thing he has to constantly keep active

If it's the first 2 it won't matter if the 5 minutes are up

The actual technique would take a few seconds to use and after that it would be "permanent" (not really but you get it)

And if it's the last one holy shit

We gotta give props to Kenny

Bc that would mean that while gojo would automatically reassume control of his body (if he came back) it would also mean Kenny took on a special grade and a semi special grade all while constantly draining his cursed energy

It would be like gojo using infinity except he doesn't have the luxury of losing basically 0 cursed energy

Kenny would probably have the biggest CE reserves known to humanity

yeah we dont really know the specfics of kenny's ability tbh, all i know is that he's a seriously silly guy who's cool

and if its the second one then yuta (my boy) might over strain himself and pull a 'nah id win'

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Hi JJ!

I just read the newest part of inevitable and it has my knees QUAKING. My arms SHAKING. And my heart WAITING for reader to change her mind and forgive din cause we could never be mad at him for long.

your writing really makes me feel stuff, and I just love the way your write the reader in this, it really feels like someone I can step into the shoes of, if that makes sense.

I truly love your work, it really makes me feel better after a tiring day, and please take your time to write and make sure you enjoy doing it, because you should get to have fun doing it and not stress yourself over it (it also makes it better quality for us, so everyone wins!!)

please never feel pressured into writing when you don’t want to, we love you always 🫶

STOP I'M SOBBING.

I am always so blown away by how sweet y'all are😭 Thank you so, so much, my friend. No matter what I am writing, my goal is to always make my readers feel something. The emotion may vary, but I want it to make an impact. So to hear I succeeded and you feel things makes me feel so many things !!!

A lot of times, I'll think up one singular scene and then I have to come up with an entire story surrounding it so I can write that scene. In AFS, that scene is when reader is taking care of Grogu in the emergency and Din finds her after she saved him. In Inevitable, it was THAT scene. I just loved the idea of one soulmate keeping the fact that they're soulmates quiet and BOY OH BOY was Din perfect for that considering how shielded he is (literally and figuratively).

I do still love writing even tho I've been slow with it lol. I'm reaching a point in my life where I'm supposed to be thinking about my future more seriously and it's breaking my heart because more than anything I just wanna write. So, I've been working more on my original stuff since (ideally) that could create revenue. Which that has never mattered to me, I've been writing since the seventh grade literally just for the joy of doing so and I don't regret that whatsoever. However, if I'm going to convince people in my life that writing is something I could realistically pursue then I gotta make a dime or two. This took a weirdly serious turn and i dont know why lol THE WHOLE POINT I WAS MAKING IS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I HOPE YOU HAVE AN INCREDIBLE DAY BECAUSE YOU'RE AN INCREDIBLE HUMAN.

[bli-o]

my least favorite writing trope is solidly when a villain is presented, you get an idea of what they’re about, the author establishes scales of their power, intimidation, etc

and then the author JUST KILLS/DISCARDS THEM AND REPLACES THEM WITH SOME OTHER FUCKER WHO’S ONLY ESTABLISHED THREAT IS THAT THEY GOT RID OF/IS MORE THREATENING THAN THE OTHER GUY

and then all the fucking stakes in the story are changed so automatically that the tone whiplashes so hard you dont get time to readjust and get a feel of the new threat before they’re already defeated

EXHIBIT A: Tigerstar and Scourge from Warriors

First arc tigerstar is such a well developed villain, you actually understand whats at stake if he were to win, you have developed your view on the character, and then FUCKING SCOURGE, SOME GUY WE’VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE, KILLS HIM AND HES THE NEW VILLAIN NOW. SIXTH GRADE ME WAS SO SO PISSED. idfk shit about scourge’s backstory because i stopped reading after i finished dawn of the clans(the only series from warriors that I actually enjoyed) but it doesnt really matter because your average reader wont have read his backstory by the time they get to the last of the first arc. And then scourge dies after we’ve hardly met him??? I mean. ok i guess. Damn the first arc was so good and it fumbled the bag so hard

EXHIBIT B: Queen Wasp and The Breath Of Evil from Wings Of Fire

queen wasp was such a good villain. I hated her so much, the culture of the hives was so well developed within just the first book. She was so well established as a legitimate threat. They even began fighting against her.

THEN THE DAMNED BREATH OF EVIL SUDDENLY APPEARS AND ITS THE VILLAIN NOW?? Its sort of threatening I guess, because it can do mind control, but wasp already had that. She literally used it. The mind control idea would’ve been so much more intimidating with wasp backing it but tui just had to turn the car around and change the stakes from defeat dragon racism -> EVERYONE’S GOING TO BE MIND CONTROLLED

thats not to say either of these characters wouldn’t have made for threatening concepts, but they just were never fleshed out. Especially not like their predecessor, who’s potential was just entirely fucking wasted and the payoff to their defeat was just so disappointing.

if you wanna change the stakes, do it right people, please. For the love of god.

[37-children-of-the-dreams]

Damn, you're so good! I mean, I'm really happy for ya and what you achieved, and it's cute and cool monsuno and especcially Six helped you with it! Also, if you're going to participate in anything again, wish you success! And it would be interesting to look at your art) You're very smart. I have mind of 13 or less year old kid with hyperfixation on cartoon characters, but I'm 20 and I dont know how the fuck I'm still study at 3rd grade of university being studying on budgetary basis. I even began to forget my native language alongside english. And mostly, how to talk. Maybe it's eldery dimension, at 20 years haha.

And about Lucifer series, the one who is Tom Ellis.

Also, Hargrave is only henchman character who isnt trying to both kill their Master and lick their boots, nor isnt one who blindly do something or other name is "choke me harder, daddy" type. Hargrave gets annoyed, tired, but he isnt trying to really do something against Klipse but actually enjoy his company and him and all villian atmosphere. And Hargrave isnt just ass licker but addition to Klipse, more than henchman. He flatters him in villianous way, not in "I love you and going to embarass both of us" way. So even Klipse fine with that and likes it too.

Thank you for your words, it means a lot to me. I’m not that good in art, just lucky. I haven’t really trained myself in art since I never had art classes or had classical training in art, I just watched art things and try to copy it. It’s still cool that I can win so much art awards, but I’m still learning more about art. I’m actually distracted a lot myself so that’s why I’m still learning, but it’s a hard process for me to even want to do art if I can’t find a reason to do art. But with Six and Eira’s family, I am ready to find art references for them to make one heck of an art piece. Well, pieces, Oleander and Arron are in a separate art category from Alex who’s going to be done in acrylic.

Also, I’m in my fifth year in college because I just found out that I’m neurodivergent with my disorder causing some mental issues with attention and doing something worthwhile. It’s not ADHD by the way but I’m just not ready to say what it is, only that it’s involved with dopamine issues. You still have time to graduate and you will when you’re ready. Also, speaking from experience, I originally came from the Philippines and my family are the only Filipino family in my small town, so speaking my language is hard for me too, but only because I can’t do it in full sentences all the time, I can speak a few sentences, but not enough so really I can just understand it. And speaking is hard no matter what, so you’re fine. Don’t be that ashamed because you can learn your language again unless it’s not that easy to learn. You can do this anon.

(I knew it! That’s the Lucifer show!)

As for Hargrave, his character is just a villain‘mom’, but only on their enemies. Like he is just a tired parent with a partner who’s a workaholic with a passion for dangerous things. Yet, Hargrave is fine with Klipse since they both have their boundaries with each other, despite Klipse sometimes putting their family in danger. That’s why they work in Monsuno, they respect each other’s company. I really wish we knew what happened to Hargrave after Klipse got arrested, but it’s all speculation now.

[dumbbitchfrommars]

on another note (please let me distract myself from my pathetic past times) - MY PRESENTATION WENT REALLY WELL! well as well as i am capable of. i was reading from the cue cards the entire time but my script was good and so were my slides. i was shaking but my voice was steady, and my knees didn't buckle from the adrenaline-anxiety, so i think i did pretty fucking fantastic. for the others who are used to presenting and dont know the depths of my shame associated with a lifetime of crippling anxiety - its easy to critique my lack of connection with the audience. but in all honesty... IT IS SUCH A PRIVILEGE AND AN HONOUR TO RECEIVE SUCH CRITICISM. like, my presentation was substantial enough to even receive comments. and you understood what i said, and you listened to me, and it wasnt completely terrible, and i didnt have to watch myself so i survived. and i did it!!! it makes me cringe to imagine seeing myself up there not even glancing up at them for a second but sometimes you have to do what you can to get through difficult situations. i am so fucking proud of myself. like... i can hear my inner child jumping for joy. im actually fucking traumatised from the one time i tried to present in grade 7 and the dickhead class clown made fun of me for having badly made slides. in retrospect... he was criticising me because i was the teachers pet and was probably jealous of how smart i really was. and its easy to pick on someone whos already shy. but man did that fuck me up. and that shyness carried on into high school. i cant believe no one saw me and thought hm, she looks like shes struggling, maybe she needs counselling. maybe she needs help. maybe she deserves a little compassion. instead everyone took advantage of their power over the girl raised to be a people pleaser and subservient to authority. NOW LOOK AT ME YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! i wont listen to bullshit from anyone. not kim telling me oh, but makeup wont get paid as much as here, oh youll probably only get around $28 an hour. GUESS WHAT BITCH, I GET THE SAME EXACT RATES AS THIS SHITHOLE. and ill be even happier doing it. no more drunks, no more creeps, no more druggies, no more aggros, no more smelly homeless weirdos, and no more energy vampire coworkers.

fuck you scott for being less mature than me, someone probably less than half your age. i am the adult when youre around and it must make you so fucking insecure. anyway. i always get like this before the weekend when i am forced back into that hell hole place.... at least i dont have to deal with the annoying ones tomorrow. and fridays are usually more fun because there are more young people heading out for the night.

working in alcohol is just not appropriate, safe, fun, or nurturing for a beautiful 22 year old girl. sorry guys. i got to go. its not my fault my energy triggered you because youre old and afraid of change and settled for a shitty job just because it paid well. LIFE IS FOR LIVING NOT FOR MAKING MONEY.

on that note, i know its a privilege to up and leave a job simply because the "vibes werent right". its a privilege to say money doesnt matter to me. and its a privilege to choose a job based on my personal preference and not on survival. but its a privilege we all have, if youre willing to work hard enough. im sick of lowering my voice and downplaying my strengths and my achievements for fear of pissing people off, for triggering people, for bringing their insecurities to light. LET ME WIN IN PEACE FOR ONCE. smile for me for once. pretend to be happy for ME for once.

i hate fucking pretending its not that big of a deal when its secretly a huge deal for me. i have achieved so fucking much in the last year of my life. i finished an undergraduate bachelors degree, i got a new job and excelled in it, literally made all the customers prefer me over my longstanding coworkers who are miserable with the worst attitudes even towards me who is nothing but kind and friendly. i started and honours degree whilst working part time - and im excelling in that too. because i am hardworking as much as everyone wants to pretend im not, and that im not that capable, and that i need things to be explained to MAYBE YOU SHOULD FUCKING LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE. cause i clearly have a lot more going for me that you want to believe. i might only be 22 but i was raised to work hard and strive and always find something new and better to challenge me to work towards. anyway, i also went on a trip to europe this year . though it feels like ive already erased that from my memory, cause it didnt go the way i wanted it to. anyway. i know how to handle my finances, i am independent, i am strong, i push myself. i joined a gym after years of avoiding and bein afraid and not believing in myself enough to do it. I AM PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY STRONG AND GETTING STRONGER EVERY DAY. ugh . i just wish people could see that. i wish people appreciated that...

yes i was very sad to say i was leaving my job. but God instantly reminded me why i wanted to leave in the first place. why i decided to make that application, go to that interview, and pray for months on end that my time to leave would come soon. because no matter how much love and kindness i pour into that place, it will always take and never give. i am completely drained by it. i will break if i stay there. and i cannot fucking wait to leave and know that slowly but surely, every single one of the stupid, pathetic alcoholics that frequent that place will notice my absence and be disappointed that im gone. and they will wonder why, and they will realise and know, that the people there were so fucking terrible to me that i had no other choice but to find something better. that in their own little way, they contributed to me leaving.

even my manager. i already know im gonna miss him like crazy when i leave but its for the best. not only is this crush fucking relentless and so stupid, but hes not even that great, and he doesnt deserve my respect and adoration to this level. as cute and funny he is, he is just another white man. sigh

i didnt realise i had such a rant to get out... i think scott triggered me yesterday. the good thing is i dont really notice in the moment how much of a man child hes being, so he doesnt get the satisfaction of my irritation in person. but i wont forget that he dipped and i didnt get a break after being on my feet for 6 hours straight. fuck you, old man.

[tears-of-boredom]

dreamt of sinking into snow again. also something about a police officer who used a blue sports car as his on duty vehicle, and I wanted to kill him. also going to a new school with the same grade mates as my old one.

oh and also I was in a house yeah. my grandparents' house to be more exact but that didnt really matter. so there's two people covered in blood, they've been fighting. both have a giant wrench as a weapon. one who looks suspiciously like mad mikkelsen as hannibal lecter, their wrench is clearly old, colored red and grey. the other is just some random blonde dude, their wrench is clearly newer, colored a light gray. they're both beat the fuck up. they were fighting. im in the room as well, but I am certain that neither will attack me. a woman comes in. it's hannibal guy's girlfriend. blonde dude goes to clean himself up a bit, comes back. they're all civil for a bit, until blonde tries to, suspiciously slow, throw his wrench at the woman. hannibal has no trouble stopping him. hannibal threatens blonde, but at this point it is clear to me that they are just acting like this to lower the woman's guard. me and blonde step back for a bit as hannibal and the woman talk. he acts all loving. tries to get her to relax by unbuttoning her cardigan.

(lore drop: hannibal guy kills people yeah, his girlfriend knows this. his signature move is to unbutton a top the victim is wearing, before killing them.)

yeah so the woman realises what hannibal is doing and screams and runs for her life. i dont particularly wanna hear the sounds of her dying, so I go to find a place where I'll be least likely to hear it. blonde does the same, although i get the vibe that he only does so to stay out of hannibal's way.

and so the woman is actually quite good at running away from hannibal, probably because she knows his stragedies. for some reason neither of them exit the house during this chase. im lowkey rooting for the woman to win, just cause it'd be interesting to see hannibal lose for once. oh and at this point "winning" means beating the other up until they can't continue the chase. its clear that there is no escaping without conflict. i find a good enough spot to wait it out, and discover that blonde actually thought of the same place.

and thats the end.

[veannwrites]

I love you hater| chap 1

Hi guys its me your author.. please support my story if you are interested<3 i lovee youu

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Soojin was on the classroom A1 she was sitting on her chair while waiting on her other classmates she was reviewing for incoming test..

"hey soojin!!" A familiar voice shouted before going inside the room and it was suha

"oh hey suha" soojin said then smiled.. suha putted her bags on her chair and she went to soojin who was studying hard

"yah no wonder you have high grades" suha said while pouting

"tsk just you know study hard suha so you can get high grades.. dont beat me tho" soojin said sarcastically

Suha laugh and she went on her chair..

-

The other students are already inside the classroom everyone was doing there things jugyeong and suha are gossiping to each other taehoon with the other students were talking about soccer.. well suho. He is just quiet as always he never talks.

"hmm where is that monkey?" Soojin thought she was talking about han seojun her biggest hater. They're not friends but they hate each other soojin and seojun? No way they could be friends.

After a minute soojin heard a lot of girls screaming outside the classroom and she knows who it is.

"tsk he's here." She mumble to her self and she rolled her eyes

-

"omo han seojun marry me!"

"i love you han seojun marry me!!"

"i like you i love you! Please be my boyfriend"

That's all the girls had been screaming. seojun was walking on the hall with his gang.. he was smirking the whole time.

He already went inside the classroom all of the students are looking to him with a shock face.. its his first day again after many weeks on the school..

He sat on his chair and he put his things down besides his chair and he went to take a nap..

-

"that devil is back" soojin thought..

"ughh why is he back again!" She rage on her own thoughts

"students can someone solve this on board?" Mrs.kim ask

Soojin and suho putted there hands up and they went on the board..

They were solving math its basic to them since suho is top 1 while soojin is top 2

Its like a competition soojin was focusing hard also suho is focusing hard..

Seojun was looking to the two of them he was focusing on her. Kang soojin

"tsk kang soojin really is a monkey she knows how to solve math.. it ain't compliment" He said to his self

Two of them already done it and they have the same answers..

"well two of you did a very great job.. your answers are correct!" Mrs. Kim said

"well we need two more to solve some different math problems.. hmm kang soojin can you call someone?" Mrs. Kim ask soojin and soojin she smirk and then looked at seojun

She pointed at him and said " han seojun maam" she said and she was silently laughing inside

Han seojun was shock when he heard his name..

"the f-.. why me?" He ask soojin with his death glare

Soojin didn't do anything but she passes him she just smirk while sitting on her chair.

"ok han seojun come here and solve this math problems.. also lim jukyung you would be solving this other problem to" Mrs. Kim said

And that make seojun chuckle.

"m-me maam?." Jukyung ask nervously

"yes you lim jukyung.. ok go to your board answer that" Mrs. Kim said

"oh gosh please win lim jukyung!" Soojin's thought

Them answering math is so hard to them.. that's why some of their classmates thought they're together but soojin haven't heard it

"whats taking so long to two of you? Come on we don't have any time now" Mrs. Kim said

"ok lee suho please help lim jukyung and you kang soojin please help han seojun" Mrs.kim said

"WHAT!?" Both of us shouted

"yes why? Is there a matter kang soojin and han seojun?" Mrs. Kim ask

"no theirs nothing maam." Soojin said and she walk towards han seojun.. they were each besides

"you are really bad at math huh?" Soojin ask while helping seojun

Seojun rolled his eyes and he glare at soojin.

"so what if im bad at math? It matters that i am handsome" he said proudly

Soojin laugh silently "you look like a monkey it ain't opinion its a fact" soojin said and that make seojun burn more

"yah!" He shouted and all of the students started looking at him again even his teacher

"what's wrong Mr. Han seojun? You are shouting at kang soojin now? Hmm? Do you wanna go outside and do 1,000 laps or you wanna solve this with kang soojin? Hmm pick." Mrs. Kim said while her arms are crossing

Soojin Chuckle and that make her feel that she just won the argument with seojun but she is wrong.

-

Its already lunch time soojin was with jukyung and suha they were eating together not until seojun came

"ugh he is back again" soojin said while eating her food agressively

"hey pretty jukyung" seojun shouted and that made soojin stopped eating

"yah if you are here to ann-"

"i am only gonna listen to her not you" he said while sitting besides jukyung

"idc but if you play her i will kill you with my own hands seojun" she said tryin to calm down

Seojun just rolled his eyes and he looked to jukyung who was eating uncomfortablely

"yah cant you see she is uncomfortable? Just leave her alone" soojin said

"no she's not" he said and he started eating his food...

Soojin was eating again and some questions came to her mind.

"han seojun why did you came back huh?" Soojin ask while eating her foods

"its none of your business" seojun said while eating his food to

"ok then.. leave lim jukyung she is none of your business to" soojin said and all of the students in the cafeteria was shock

"oh god what a drama" taehoon said

"shh babe dont be so loud.. some fight might happened" suha said trying to shut her boyfriend

Seojun scoff and he stood up walking towards soojin. He bend and he reach on her ears..

"you know soojin i dont know what's wrong with you but let me love lim jukyung its none of your business" seojun said and he walk away.. soojin was frozen on her spot right now.

[sunshineman2-0]

Art Teacher! Reader x Math Teacher! Sanemi Shinazugawa (x Science Teacher!Kyojuro Rengoku)

Reader is black female

Modern AU

Tw:Kyojuro being a villain, Sanemi feeling bad, Obanai being a therapist, Tengen being actually decent, mentions of alcohol, drunk characters, drunk reader, drunk Kyojuro, a lil spice sprinkled in, a lil violence at the end

Part 1^

Chapter 4: Under the Influence (not drugs but alcohol, also this song is suggested for the club part...)

Kyojuro had kept a close eye on you, looking for any opportunities to speak with you. Even walking you to your car at the end of the school day. But he kept a closer eye on Sanemi. He started to become out of character, using the other male's usual slip ups, to make Sanemi look bad in front of you. Such as, Shinazugawa's interactions with the students, or with other teachers.

One incident involved Tanjiro and the Math teacher.

"Truancy is a offense, Kamado. I dont care if your parents bakery needed a little bit of extra help this morning! Im gonna hand you a fucking detention! Now! Get YOUR ASS TO CLASS!"

You were standing outside of the teacher's lounge. Starting to walk over, Kyojuro beat you to it. He moved to Sanemi's side, patting the male on the shoulder,

"A bit much, my friend?"

Kyojuro turned to Tanjiro, smiling gently,

"Go ahead, I'll excuse it just this once. Be sure to be in time, ok?"

Tanjiro gave his thanks and rushed to class, holding the pass Kyojuro given to him. You finally walked up to them, crossing your arms.

"I didn't think you'd allow that, Kyojuro. Sanemi, you should work on talking to the children... Its worrisome that you still yell at them..."

You gave Kyojuro an approving smile and walked back to your classroom.

"You think your fucking slick, don't you Rengoku?"

Kyojuro turned his attention back towards Sanemi.

"Slick? Is that what you think of me? I'd never-"

"Dont bullshit me. I know, I know, that you like her too."

Kyojuro fixed the other man with a smile, one that spoke an open challenge,

"Well perhaps you could try to quell yourself. But I'm glad you know that I do have feelings for her. All I ask is that you try, if you'd like. I wouldn't take you for one to run aways from a challenge of any kind."

Kyojuro's smile dropped, and he fixed Sanemi with a look,

"I intend on winning her over, in any way I can."

Plastering his usual smile, Kyojuro walked back to his classroom, asking his students for forgiveness and starting back up his lesson. Hopefully, things go as he intended, and he'd win over you and your affections.

~~~~~

Sanemi had been in a foul mood, all damn day. And it was thanks to Kyojuro Rengoku. The bastard had the audacity to openly challenge him. Sanemi rubbed his forehead, that explains the whole past two weeks then... The random ass pop-ups whenever she happened to be around... Especially when it came to the students. It was frustrating... There was few things that Sanemi actually had to himself, and you he considered one of them...

"Whats the matter?"

He looked up and Obanai was standing next to his desk. Sanemi shook his head, sighing. Not wanting to get into what was actually wrong. He waved a hand, and looked back at the papers on his desk,

"I thought you had a date?"

It was the weekend. And weekends ment two things:

couples would go out Friday nights, and spend Saturday together.

Teachers spent that time trying to catch up with grading

"If you could call doing work a date... but no she canceled, we all are going for drinks. I wanted to see if you'd join..."

Obanai scoffed, situating himself into a students desk and looked at his friend.

"Yeah... I think ill-"

"Whats bothering you? I'm not gonna ask again."

That was his only warning, nodding and leaning back in his chair, Sanemi gave in and started to vent,

"Its Kyojuro. He likes (Y/N) too. And he's doing everything in his power to make me look like a dickhead! An-"

"You are a dickhead. I dont see what's bothering you about it. If it wasn't him, it would have been someone else. Hell, Tengen might have tried to jump the poor woman, if no one showed interest. Tell me about what happened a couple days ago. I saw you and her talking on the other side of the lunch room. You actually looked a bit comfortable talking to her."

Sanemi smiled at the thought. The more chances he got to be around you, the more he was determined to win you over.

💨💨💨💨💨

This lunch block, you and Sanemi finally shared, to his relief, Obanai and Mitsuri were chaperones on the opposite side of the cafeteria. It was his chance to learn a bit about you. Anything at this point, aside from you enjoying well made sandwiches from a local bakery in the area.

"So what do you do besides teach?"

He inwardly cringed, waiting for your answer.

"Ah well aside from drawing I like to cook. And bake... hummm Oh! And I enjoy video games. And the occasional walk for my dog, but he's got a pretty decent sized yard to run around in."

"You've got a dog? I picked you for someone to have a fish or a bird.... something weird like that."

You giggled, gods.... it sounded like what he assumed heavens gates would sound like when you walked through them... That made him perk up a bit, turning his full attention on you.

"Yes." You breathed, "I have a dog. He's a pit bull."

That made him scoot a bit closer to you.

"I've got a pit too. He's really sweet. Genya's got some kinda mutt... We really haven't checked, but she's sweet too."

You beamed at him, and Sanemi let himself smile back at you. For the next few minutes you both spoke eagerly about your dogs. Finally exchanging numbers, and making plans for a play-date for the dogs.

~~~~~~~

"We have a play-date...."

While Sanmei smiled at the thought, Obanai made a face and almost smacked his friend.

"A play-date? Yall ain't fuckin 12 man. Wh-"

"Our dogs! We got a play-date set up for our dogs, asshole!"

He frowned at Obanai, who nodded with understanding. Then he stood up, walking to the door,

"You aughta invite her out. Seeing as your coming with tonight... I think she's still in her class room."

Taking that as a clear sign to act, Sanemi followed Obanai out, making a bee-line for your classroom. To his displeasure, he heard Kyojuro's voice coming from there. The idiot was laughing loudly. Sanemi crossed the threshold, glaring at Kyojuro's back, who had his arms wrapped around you. Something about how he had to break up a fight his first day on the job, and the way he held you, was how he grabbed the student who clocked him.

Sanemi cleared his throat, and Kyojuro's head snapped in his direction.

"Oh! Shinazugawa! Can we help you?"

Sanemi twitched, at the sight, you were trying to quiet your giggles. Your bright eyes lit up when you saw him, and you pulled yourself away from Kyojuro. The fire haired man frowned abit, but quickly recovered.

"Hello Sanemi! Is something wrong?"

You looked at him and made your way to stand in front of him. He crossed his arms,

"I was wondering if you'd join me and some of the others for drinks. You don't have to actually drink alcohol, but it'd be nice for you to come with..."

He huffed, and took a glance at Kyojuro.

"Sure! Kyojuro had asked me earlier, so I think it's fine. Right Kyojuro?"

You turned to look at him, and the idiot have you a smile, nodding. Sanemi smiled, he could tell that it was eating at Kyojuro that Sanemi was going along. Given he usually would pass such things up, unless Mitsuri didn't join Obanai, who liked to drink. Sanemi nodded, giving Kyojuro a smile,

"Good we'd best to get moving then. Everyone is starting to leave."

You turned to Kyojuro,

"Are you still ok with me following you? I'm not sure where we're going."

Kyojuro nodded, patting you on the back,

"Of course!"

Walking past Sanemi, Kyojuro made sure they bumped shoulders, almost knocking him to the ground.

"Oh! Forgive me! Are you alright?"

Sanemi sent a glare at Kyojuro, and straightened himself out, scoffing and taking some steps towards you.

"You mind if we ride together? I didn't drive this morning, didn't realize I was going to accept the offer to go drinking."

You gathered some papers, shoving them into your teachers desk, nodding,

"I think that'll be fine! Come on. I dont wanna get left behind!"

~~~~~~

You pulled Sanemi behind you, practically dragging him outside to your car, where Tengen, his wives (whom you had met at another outing, very friendly ladies that you got close too), Gyomei, who was kneeling, gently patting a stray cat, Obanai and Mitsuri, who were waiting by their car, and Kyojuro, whom gave you a bright smile.

"Ok! We're ready!"

Obanai started laughing, and Tengen pointed at you and Sanemi, you were still holding the man hand. Sanemi pulled away, red in the face, stalking to the passenger side of your car. You shrugged at Kyojuro, who let out a chuckle. Settling into the driver's seat, and clicking your seat belt in, you smiled at Sanemi

"Im really excited for you to meet Grizzle! He's a sweet boy, and super friendly! Are you going to let Genya come along too? I'd like to meet his puppy!"

You rambled about the dogs play-date to Sanemi.

"Yeah, I was going to ask him in the morning if he wanted to tag along. His puppy, Rika, is such a shy one, so him being there would be ok."

Everyone pulled out of the parking lot, and you followed Kyojuro's car.

"Awesome! How's he doing in his other classes? His grades are fine in mine, but I'd hate to hear that he's doing poorly in others."

You were fond of the younger Shinazugawa, that and you had a feeling that Genya was playing into whatever plan Tengen had going... Unknowingly or knowingly... Genya had a way of suggesting things, lowkey...

"Ah he's fine. Struggling a bit with English, but he'll study a bit harder, and work past it."

The pair of you spoke, as casually as possible, though you kept catching Sanemi staring at you. The man made you feel a bit uncomfortable, as he always wore this intense look on his face.... He'd look away, but would always end up staring at you again. Parking infront of the bar, you both got out and Sanemi came to your side of the car, standing ar your side.

"Do you have a tolerance?"

He pointed at the doors to enter. You nodded, and started to walk in, following some of the others. But you didn't get all the way to the doors before Suma and Hinatsuru linked their arms with yours, leaving Makio to deal with Tengen first. They usually switched through out the night, to make sure he didn't get too wild.

"Ah! (Y/N)!! You can start drinking with us! We wanna talk to you anyways! See how you're settling in!"

Suma drug you in and settled the three of you at the bar, ordering drinks right away.

"So Sanemi?"

You choked.

"Its ok! He seems a bit too angry for you though..."

Hinatsuru smirked into her glass as Suma didn't waste anytime on doing as Tengen asked, which was to be noisy as possible, you assumed.

"Ah... What about him?"

You tried to play dumb. Sure you had feelings for the man. But Kyojuro had taken some of your interest as well. The both of them had likeable qualities. Of course you could list them, but how would that be fair?

"Well, what about Kyojuro?"

Hinatsuru looked at you, setting her glass down,

"He seems to have taking a liking to you as well, right?"

Fuck you Tengen. Just fuck you.

It seemed like the man had eyes all over the damn place....

~~~~~

Smiling, Tengen looked over at the bar. Good. Two of his wives had you cornered. With any information he got he was going to help whichever friend of his had your attention the most! He felt bad about not noticing that Kyojuro had liked you sooner... Tengen looked at his drink... Then at Kyojuro, who every so often was looking in your direction. You, along with Suma and Hina, were on the dance floor.

Then Tengen took a look over at Sanemi. The male was sitting with Obanai, slouching.

"He's already a few drinks in..."

Gyomei was the unofficial babysitter for outings like this. He always made sure everyone was able to get home. And if not, his house was the designated sober home. Tengen frowned,

"If he depressed, he could have stayed home you know..."

He downed his drink, but almost spit it out, watching Kyojuro get up and make his way towards you, dancing. Perking up, Tengen silently cheered his friend on, as Kyojuro pushed another guy away from you. Sending the other male a glare, Kyojuro pulled you closer to himself.

Tengen let out a wolf-whistle, smaking Giyu on the back, causing the other to spill his drink.

"What the hell?!"

Tengen pointed at Kyojuro, who was currently grinding against you to the heavy beat that was playing. Giyu blinked at the sight,

"I didn't think he could move like that..."

Tengen smiled, and ordered another round of drinks, pushing one over to Giyu as an apology, for making him spill another one. Which was taken, with a nod. Suma and Hina made their way to the table, smugly watching you drunkenly dance on your co-worker.

"Well? Did-"

"Oh there's an interest in both of them... She's trying to still get a feel for them..."

"Looks like she's doing that right now!"

Makio laughed, pointing at you and Kyojuro. Tengen nodded, downing another drink. It seemed like the two of you were getting pretty close. Then it hit him.

"KYOJURO DOESNT ACTUALLY DRINK!!"

Shinobu laughed at Tengen's outburst. He didn't count the glasses, but where the flame headed man had sat, there were at least 4 empty glasses. A bottle service girl, was cleaning them up, getting ready to take more orders.

"Miss. How many drinks did that man have?"

Tengen was panicking, anxious to hear.

"Um. Well he drank them pretty fast... I'd say about six or seven though... which is weird, cause you guys just got here... not 10, 15 minutes ago."

Tengen jumped up, then paused, looking at his wives,

"How many drinks did you guys give (Y/N)?"

Suma blinked and then squinted her eyes. She herself drank in tandem with you at the bar... Hina gave her answer and Tengen dragged her to the dance floor.

"10 drinks?! Do you know what-"

"Tengen. She has a tolerance-"

They started to dance their way towards you and Kyojuro.

"I dont give a shit what kinda tolerance she has! Kyo has none!"

It was true, the man usually babysat a cranberry and vodka... WITH NO VODKA!

~~~~~

With no care in the world, Kyojuro kept you close to his form. Shamelessly grinding himself on your ass. His mind was fuzzy, his chest burned a bit, and you were soft.

Oh so soft...

It kept him grounded, and he didn't need to go anywhere else... In this moment, all he could feel was you. How soft your felt, how your body moves with so much synchronicity with his... The way you let him move his hands up and down your body. A hand on your hips, and the other following the curves of your body. Every so often you allowed yourself to turn to him fully, and trace your hands along his chest. Making him close his eyes, enjoying your cool touch.

Whenever you turned to press your back to him again, he couldn't help but to let his hands wander farther down. Dragging his finger tips on the inside of your thighs. With all the music playing, Kyojuro could hear you over it all. Every little gasp, made him harder. Each brush of your lips against his, made him pull you closer. Call it him being bold or him being stuck in his euphoria, but every opportunity he got, Kyojuro pressed his lips to your exposed skin.

As if he could feel daggers on him, he took a glance at the table where everyone else was sitting. Sanemi, was currently, staring those mentioned daggers at Kyojuro. As if to fuel the fire, Kyojuro spun the pair of you around. So that Sanemi had a full view of you. A full view of you dancing all over him. Not Sanemi. With a sneer, Kyojuro pulled your work skirt up just enough for Sanemi to get a good look at your soft, plush thighs. Him giving them rough squeezes, dragging his fingertips and nails all over them.

Giving the other male a long look, and a Cheshire grin, Kyojuro placed another kiss along the base of your neck. But was then pulled back, literally. Tengen's face wore a look of horror... Or was it an idiots smile? The larger man was beaming at him, saying something... It didn't really set in, as the room spun. He did feel you grab his arm again, your chest squished against it. Tengen had started pulling him back to the booth, and you were dragged along. The pair of you now broken out of your stupor, thanks to Tengen.

Now sitting at the booth, more drinks where being passed around... With everyone save, for Gyomei, being drunk. Kyojuro made sure to keep you close to him. It had been about an hour or two? In reality it had been four or five at this point. With the majority of everyone holding or pulling at someone in attempt to get out of the bar, without falling. Gyomei helped everyone into his van, being sure to be careful with lifting the ladies into the van.

~~~~~

The large man quietly drove home. Checking his rear view mirror every so often when he heard some one stirr. He was happy to be sure his friends were safe, but sometimes it was like being a mother... Which he had been called on several occasions. Gyomei turned on his radio, gentle music always played on it... Unless he let Tengen sit in the passenger seat, on one of the many adventures the group sometimes went on...

Yawning he pulled into his garage. Once he got into more comfortable clothes, and set the living room for men to sleep in. The other guest room was designated for the women. After placing blankets, pillows, medications and water all over the place, Gyomei started to lift and carry the others into his home. Tengen, who always carried his wives in, was somewhat sober and started to help.

"You shouldn't have encouraged that."

"I didn't encourage anything. Kyo did it on his own. Sanemi should take a bit more action. I can't wing man for both of them, if their after the same woman."

"Then stay out of it? It probably would be best of you kept your hands out of it... Really Uzui, I'm sure you'd like to see them both happy, and have someone to go out with your wives... But you also have to consider that it's their lives..."

Gyomei didn't like the meddling Tengen Uzui usually did. He gently laid you down, next to Mitsuri. He could see Tengen sober up, for just a moment. But then the man fixed him with a look and shrugged, walking back into the living room and face planting into the floor, next to Kyojuro.

~~~~~~

The sun shone through the windows and you whined at it. Rubbing your head, slowly sitting up. Blinking, you felt someone touch your back, patting gentle circles.

"Are you feeling ok? You had quite a bit of alcohol last night."

It was Mitsuri, she was holding a bottle of water out to you, and on your other side, Suma was holding a plate of eggs and sausage for you.

"Uh... eat up?"

You frowned at her. It was her and Hinatsuru's fault you woke up like this. Hungover and hurting... But you do remember having a good time... Taking the food, slowly eating and enjoying the new warmth, you nodded to Suma and Mitsuri.

"Thanks... I needed that... But, uh, where are we?"

As if on cue, Tengen opened the door, and you scrambled for the blanket. Causing Makio to laugh, and Shinobu to throw a pillow at the man.

"Ow! And good morning! Everyone slee-"

Another pillow had been thrown.

"Shut up."

Shinobu was reasonably upset and didn't need the loud noises. But that two seconds of quiet didn't last long. There was yelling in the other room.

The living room.

You rushed to throw on your clothes, Tengen's presence forgotten. He led the way into the room, acting as a wall between the men trying to fight. Successfully keeping you and the rest of the ladies from getting inbetween.

Gyomei held Sanemi by the shoulders, arms wrapped underneath the man's own arms. And Obanai and Giyu were holding Kyojuro back on the opposite side of the room.

"FUCK YOU! YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE LAST NIGHT!!"

"What are you talking about!? I barely remember last night!"

"YOU THINK IM FUCKIN TAKING THAT AS AN EXCUSE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!?"

You looked back and forth between the two, confused as everyone else. But Kyojuro had a fresh bruise on his face, forming right underneath his eye. A sign that Sanemi had already gotten to him before anyone could stop him. You dodged from behind Tengen and made way to Kyojuro. Standing front of him, and he looked at you curiously,

"(Y/N)-"

You didn't say anything, as you looked him over, then turned to Gyomei. Who nodded and carried Sanemi into the kitchen, placing the man on the counter. Where Sanemi just stared at you. Gyomei returned to your side with an ice pack, with Obanai and Giyu peeling away, to make room for you to press the ice pack to Kyojuro's face. He hissed and looked at you apologetically, taking the ice pack in his hand.

You looked him over again and walked in to the kitchen to look over Sanemi. The man had a bruise on the opposite side of his face. He looked away from you, still fuming about whatever the hell happened last night.

"Are... We still good for-"

You laughed at him,

"You've got a bruise on your face, and just tried to wreak havoc... But your worried about our dogs play-date?"

Sanemi huffed, the heat in his face not going away, as you touched his cheek.

"I just don't wanna fuck this up, ok..."

You calmed down from laughing at the stupid man before you, and finally nodded at him.

"We're still good for it."

Chapter 5^

[bloodycassian]

heavy is the head - Cassian x reader-  reader has to deal with Night court forces in a battle with Spring. Part two likely.

"Look who's come to plead for help." Cassian drawled, looking you up and down. Rhys gave him a sharp look that he shrugged off. You held back your fighting words and approached with false confidence.

"And look at the male who lost a fight to a giant fish." You retorted, giving him the same judgmental look.

"The levithan-" He began, and you swore you saw the Shadowmaster roll his eyes.

"Enough. We have matters to discuss." Rhys silenced him before he could continue. You gave him a sweet smile and turned to the high lord. 

You noted how the shadowmaster smiled. His dark hair glinting in the pale light of the meadow. They all looked alike, the dark hair that reflected the moonlight like a river. The dark wings that blended into the night far too easily. The sight of them made you shiver.

You began before one of them could bring up anything else. There was no other reason for you to call the meeting, it was pain. You were desperate. And if Rhys was so adamant about keeping all of Prythian safe, he would listen. "Spring court presents more of a problem than we thought. Tamlin's son is preparing to invade." You reported, extending your palm for them to see the evidence you'd brought. 

A fragment of an arrowhead tipped in faebane. You kept it wrapped in a leather cloth for a reason. "Where is he getting these?" Azriel asked, his shadows running over your palm and the arrow there. The tinginging feeling they left behind made you sick to your stomach. “That’s out of my pay grade, shadowmaster.” You said with a bitter smile.

 “You’re the next heir to the throne.” Cassian laughed despite himself. He wasn’t a fan of Summer Court after the blood rubies sent to them by the previous ruler. They had recalled them, but the message still stung.

“I am the throne. My father’s time is coming quickly.” You said with a clipped tone, not sparing them any room for further questions before continuing. "Summer court cant risk any more ships to the southern border. We are losing more and more soldiers daily just to hold the line." 

"Perhaps you could train better-" Cassian was full of fight tonight it seemed. And you were willing to oblige, you bared your teeth at him and cut off those words before you could 

"Perhaps you could allow us some help. We are allies if I recall correctly?” You tapped a finger to your chin, earning an eyeroll from the two generals. Rhys just leveled you a cool glare.

"Reluctantly." He admitted, then looked to the sky. "Cassian..." He called. You felt there was some other conversation continuing in their heads based off Cas’ reaction. It was predictable, him acting like such a child. But it still hurt, nonetheless.

"Rhys- No..." He whined, his wings flaring out a bit. You watched the sharp tips of them as they so expertly avoided catching his hair or head. You wondered what it was like having such an advantage. You wondered what all Illyrians thought of the wings, if all of them loved them or if they had mixed opinions. 

You knew a few Peregryns from Dawn court that resented being born with wings because it meant they had to serve in the army. Some even ‘went missing’ to other courts to avoid being enlisted. You wished you had that option at all. But Tarquin would likely send the entire army after you if you had done so. Being his only child meant good training, as well as being very well known throughout Prythian. Just like Kova.  

"We can discuss this later.” Rhys said with a sharp tone. Cassian’s look of betrayal made you wonder what the actual conversation would be about. “Now I need you to pledge forces to our Summer ally. We can't risk Kova moving north." 

Cassian was silent for a long moment. Contemplating. He knew he couldn’t tell Rhys no. Especially in front of a different Court member. But his battle instincts told him hell no. Do not give forces over to someone who dosen’t even know how to handle them. "Cassian." Azriel said softly, his shadows circling his brothers. 

He compromised. "Two legions. I will lead them tomorrow." 

You hated the reluctance in his voice. "Two legions are a sacrifice. You don't know the terror that child brings-"

"Two legions or nothing. Your choice." Cassian said firmly.

"Cass-" Rhys pinched the bridge of his nose. "We will consider more options. For now, we will give you what we can spare in weapons as well as the legions." He held a hand up to Azriel when he made to argue. 

"Thank you, your highness." You gave a half assed bow, and he was gone before you rose. You smiled to yourself at the faint echo of a growl in the meadow. 

+

You donned your most threatening armor and set out to greet the Illyrians. The far hills of Summer court were donned with swaying brown beach grass that hissed in the wind. The ocean spray shimmered above the dark ranks of warriors. The sun did not glint off their armor like it did on yours. 

Cassian's look of distaste said all you needed to see to understand that the Illyrians were not ones for following orders. "One hundred Illyrians. All with weapons that they will take care of." He gave a sidelong glance to the males to his left. They tensed, but did not scare from their general. Whatever they had done must not have been too awful if they were still standing.

Azriel squinted against the Summer sunlight. His shadows seemed more highlighted than ever against the beating sun. "Welcome... I will guide us the rest of the way to the camp." You said, loud enough that the entire crowd could hear you. 

You marched forward, and none followed. 

A male spat on the ground where you had been standing. His wings were gray and tattered, face a strange pale color that didn't match the rest of the Illyrians. A man who had seen too many days for what Illyrians were used to. 

"We dont take orders from a Summer court-" Cassian did not let the male continue. He took the crossbow from his hands, and gave the soldiers around him a nod. They parted around the male. His face went white as a sheet. Cassian's frustration turned his expression into that of a wild wolf. He knew that there would be some to stand against him in helping.

"ninety nine soldiers, I must have miscounted." Cassian announced, and waved the forces forward to follow. You smiled to yourself, and led them through the tall pine and larch trees that made up the forest border with Spring. 

Cassian carried the crossbow the entire journey from the hills to the camp. Summer soldiers did not hide the way they stared at the winged males. Some even moved their setups to be further away. You didn't blame them, but embarrassment ran through you at the message it sent. 

"Half of you will flank Tamli- Kova’s…” You corrected yourself and spat the name. Cassian wondered what kind of hatred lie there. There was obviously something beyond just enemy courts. “-forces from the shoreline. The other half will follow the second front into the border.” You ran a finger across the map. Cassian was thoroughly impressed with your planning. He noted the details of which fronts were where and what diversions were being made by specific groups. 

“Az will lead the flank. I’ll take the front.” He spoke with the confidence of a male who had never lost a battle. He knew Tamlin’s upfront ways on top of it all. He would have trained his son to do the same. 

“Dismissed.” Cassian announced, and the Illyrians went straight to the long dinner table. Az followed, giving his brother a long look before departing. Cassian knew that look. The one that said ‘watch your back. I’m not watching it for you.’ After centuries of giving each other that look, it was enough to rattle him. What exactly had he been doing to warrant that from his brother? He stared at the map on the table. 

He felt your presence before he heard you. Like a snake creeping around, waiting to strike. “This is a good plan.” He approved, then stole a glance to see your reaction. 

“I would hope so. It’s our last push to keep them out of Summer territory.” You collected your pawns from the table and tried not to look at him. He watched you move with fluid grace that was common in Fae.. but you were different somehow. Like you moved with extra care. It made him uncomfortable. Why did it bother him so much? He tried to shake himself from the stupor he felt around you.

He took crossed his arms over his chest, feeling his wings flare at the frustration he was “If you had boats to help that would ensure you winning this.” 

“You mean us winning this?” He bit his tongue. He didn’t like the idea of allying with someone with a reputation like yours. It was dangerous even getting this close. As if you could read his thoughts, you rolled your eyes. “Like I said, we can’t risk any more.”

“But you can risk my people?” The words stung with accusation. With a underlying tone of shame and history there. He tried not to think of himself as fully Illyrian after what they’d done to his mother. But he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the brutality of the culture. It made him what he was. It forced him to survive instead of dying in those camps alone, freezing to death.

You were silent at the simmering question. He smiled bitterly. “You can say what you want but I brought them here. Now you need to make sure your side keeps them alive.” He didn’t look back when he left you standing there in front of your battle map.

“Heavy is the head...” You thought.