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[filiazpink]

🩷"OH PRIMUS,,,"🩷

orion pax x femme + superior! reader x d-16 warnings: suggestive language (like- once but still), darkwing being darkwing, i’m a sucker for cheesy stuff, really minor transformers one spoilers (?)

summary: orion finds himself completely enamored with one of his superiors and d-16 doesn’t really mind it, until one day, you show up at the mines.

a/n: my very first tumblr fic!! i might post this on my AO3 account as well! hope this reached your expectations considering more than 200 people voted for this prompt on my poll  =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) ill get to some of the other prompts shortly after, i just wanted to know which one would be best to start with (and to properly introduce my writing to tumblr teehee) !! comments and reblogs are highly appreciated !! ENJOY!! 💞💞💞

word count: 1139

proofread: minimal (lemme know if there's any errors!!)

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orion simply couldn't stop thinking about you.

your shiny and colorful armor, your beautiful optics, your height and strength. that voice. the power and authority you had over him. that power rivaled sentinel prime’s in his eyes. everything.

she was simply breathtaking. 

…

“earth to orionnnn, come on, rust bucket!!” pink servos waving at him frantically snapped the red and blue mech out of his trance. focusing his glance, orion watched as elita-1 gave him one of the scariest faces he’s seen yet, followed by d-16 behind her with his arms crossed, looking at his friend with a disappointed expression.

“what’s wrong with you?! you broke protocol, AGAIN!” elita pulled the miner to his feet, groaning in annoyance. orion’s dumb dopey smile quickly turned into a shocked frown and he was about to ask what he did now, but thankfully, his friend answered for him.

“orion, buddy, i know,,, i know you just wanted to save jazz from that explosion but you almost got killed doing that, man.” d-16 looked to the side, avoiding his friend’s gaze.

“you can’t keep doing this, pax. ONE more stunt like this and I’LL be the one to get-”

“what happened here??” elita snapped her head towards the newcomer’s voice, expecting maybe another miner, but her angry scowl quickly faded away once she saw who it was.

it was elita’s superior. 

it was you. 

oh primus, beautiful, amazing, spectacular you. orion felt a rush of warmth cover his face as you walked in along with,,,

oh- with darkwing. of course he was there with you.

STILL- you just showed up with no prompting, and two days in advance no less?? clearly, this was important.

orion fixed his posture and tried to dust off any grime he had on him. d-16 chuckled quietly at his best friend’s excitement, before turning his attention to you.

“(y-y/n)! i thought you were coming to check on our sector in t-two days! i’m so sorry you have to see my team like this i swear it was an accident-” the poor pink bot stammered, much to darkwing’s amusement and to your confusion.

“what accident? the cave collapsing? that’s normal, elita-1. don’t worry about it. you’re telling me it was a complete accident so i will take your word for it.” hearing those words coming from you made elita feel like she was just told that sentinel finally found the matrix of leadership.

“oh, thank you, thank you,,,” orion and d-16 watched as elita continuously thanked her superior, chuckling. 

“well, that means we don’t get our butts kicked too, thank primus miss (y/n) was here.” the red and blue miner said, walking away from the scene with his pal.

“yea and now we can just finish this shift and relax-”

“d-16?” the two stopped in their tracks, slowly turning around in an almost comical way to face the much taller femme bot. 

orion’s servos trembled. he felt embarrassed, he was over here making a fool of himself with how obvious his crush on you was. literally everyone who steps foot in the mines knew about it, aside from, clearly, you. heck, even darkwing seemed to know, considering that despite his optics not being visible, he clearly was glaring at the cog-less bot.

or maybe it was just his usual routine of hating them.

d-16, however, gulped and let out the tiniest of “yes?”. ohhh boy, what now?? did she assume that the cave collapsing was his doing?? did darkwing tell her that-

“you’re at the top of your ranks here, correct?” his train of thought was interrupted by your soft voice, watching as you knelt down to his height, placing a hand on his shoulder, which shocked him a bit. orion stared at the polished hand on his best friend’s rusted shoulder with envy, his optics narrowing just a smidge.

“i already spoke to elita about this, but i also want you to hear it. i’ve heard some great things about you, and how you excel amongst your ranks. so i just wanted you to hear this.” d-16 felt frozen.

‘what is this,,, feeling? my face is burning,,’ oh indeed it was. his face flushed in a deep blue as he anxiously waited for your next words. just your soothing voice got him like this and he simply couldn’t understand why.

“,,, i need you.”

,,,

WHAT???

the first to react was darkwing, who let out a very outraged grunt of confusion, as if you just cheated on him with a MINER of all people in his face, followed by elita, the other miners and orion gasping, everyone turning their heads towards the two.

“,,,w-what?” the gray miner’s voice box barely even processed his astonished question. he felt as if his circuits were frying up by how hot he felt. 

orion’s expression showed bewilderment and a hint of betrayal. this,,, wasn’t fair?? well- he knew it wasn’t d-16 who said that to you, but he still couldn’t help but feel jealous.

he wished it could have been him.

but then finally, you realized what you just said and removed your hand from the shorter bot’s shoulder, standing up straight and bumping into darkwing’s chest armor. “oh- p-please excuse me. i- uh, i chose my words wrong.” 

the onlookers decided to stop eavesdropping, realizing it was a simple mistake on your part. that made orion sigh in relief, which didn’t go unnoticed by d-16. but his attention was quickly brought back to you.

“my apologies, i- i would never say such things- not during work hours, i’m sorry- what i meant to say, i need you- as in i need you to help keep up the good work to motivate the other miners to do the same. it helps your ranks as it helps mine if we all put our parts to make a difference. s-so, yea.” you looked around, avoiding eye contact, a small blush remaining on your face. both miners nearly swooned at such a cute expression on your face.

“i just needed to do an early check up according to sentinel, that’s all. thought i’d try and give some pep talk and you can see i have to work on that,,” you giggled before clearing your throat and staring down at the mesmerized bots.

,,,

“goodbye.” and with that being said, you quickly marched back to the main exit with a very, VERY jealous darkwing in tow. 

orion turned his gaze to his best friend, who watched you depart with a dreamy look on his face. the red and blue bot sighed and gently shook his shoulder.

“d?,,,” oh he knew. 

he recognized that stare. the same stare he gave when he saw anything megatronus prime related, that same glimmer in his optics. it was that same spark that orion had when he first saw you.

oh primus.

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[easily-distracted-by-fandom]

You're so carrying the Mumscott poll like. I try. But you ??? You're doing god job lmao

haha thank you TwT. I have A LOT of free time and was easily distracted TM by Mumscott so I’ve decided they need to win!! They’re adorable and I could rant about them for hours (+ write a fic! Which I will do if mumscott wins)

it’s inspired my to draw a lot more than anything else!!!

Ty for the nice ask lol- ur also doing great! Keep up the Mumscott army!

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𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅! check out my Pronouns.Page for more info about me, or feel free to ask! :]

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Undertale + AUs (I will mostly focus on Sans and Papyrus)

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headcanons

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[overwatch-headcanoning]

New overwatch headcanons and drabbles blog!

I haven’t written in years but I’m getting back into the game and remembering how fun it is to write for these characters, so here goes nothing!

Requests are open! I can do headcanons and short stories! I can do pairings or X reader and I write SFW and NSFW.

So feel free to send in your overwatch prompts and requests and I’ll write you some fluff, smut, angst or whatever else your heart desires!

My favorite things to write are smut and angst and my favorite characters to write for are Reaper, Mercy, Baptiste, Cassidy, Sombra, Lifeweaver and Mauga!

Mod is an adult and would prefer only adults interact with this blog and send in asks. 18+

[nell0-0]

WRITING REQUESTS CLOSED

I wanna get back into writing, so feel free to request little fics and leave them in my inbox or as a reply/reblog in this post!

They won't be very long and I'll only be accepting LU or LOZ requests, but I'll try my best to do them all ^^

[I'll open them again when I've finished the ones I already have]

[hana-no-seiiki]

My Narka account kind of bothers me lmfao. It’s all butterflies and then BOOM broken head

Anyways for a guide & where to send your asks

@hana-no-seiiki is for Yandere content that’s mostly mild. It’s also my main so it’s both a mess but also the most organized. If you want to interact with me, read lukewarm yandere content, or want to know the latest news about myself and my works, go there!

@yun-no-seiiki is exclusively for artwork and archiving my stuff. if you want to commission me, message me there.

@yun-no-jinja is for reblogs and me saving other people’s stuff(mostly art) for future staring

@yoru-no-seiiki is for your darkest fantasies- pfft. But fr though it’s for DDNE asks and ideas + smut. Might contain some other dark content/kinks I haven’t explored yet here 👀

@narka-no-seiiki is my webtoon blog for updates and stuff related to my ocs in particular. May have some yandere / reader insert content sometimes.

@asa-no-seiiki is for fluff and non yandere content! if you just want some tooth aching stuff go there. Though it’ll probably be my least updated blog. I’ll probably add some self-fulfillment stuff there so it’ll be fun for me to write on my end. So OP! Reader type of deal and tons of worship.

NOW SEND SOME ASKS THERE SO I CAN FILL THOSE BLOGS UP! GO GO GO! (Also reblog if possible! THANKS IN ADVANCE)

[littleguypumpkinsheep]

Alright, since I am taking a break from drawing for a little while, I’m opening up Writing Requests in the meantime! For IHNMAIMS specifically :] List of what I can write below (keep in mind these won’t be full stories!)

Headcanon lists

Reader insert things

Both sfw and nsfw

Pretty much anything! Just ask!

These will be little bullet points, simply ideas I come up with for you! Writing drabbles is a little too much for me,,, x]

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[dragon-tamer-1]

Y'know what? I'll do it.

Writing requests are open!!

I'll do Undertale and Fnaf(though I've never written anything for this, I'll give it a shot).

Rules:

- No NSFW

- I have the right to refuse if I'm not comfortable with the request

That's about it, I think. I'll be taking up to 6 slots before closing again. I would prefer if I got one per person so that others can have a chance, but you can ask for two if no one else does.

2/6 slots taken.

[licensedqueerio]

Part One - The Hallucination

I haven't posted in ages, so have something I've been working on for a bit. This is a Eddie Munson ghost AU, where he was in fact a cult leader, some stuff went wrong, and ultimately lead to his death. Now he's trying to fix it.

So far, this is a three part story, I hope this first part interests you enough to keep reading. Happy holidays, and Happy New Years. Last post of 2022, whoo, thank you everyone who stuck with me through the year!

(Side note, there's a random character thrown in. I promise he's relevant later in the story)

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Word count: 4.6k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Warnings: some horror stuff, character death mentioned, swearing, mention of drugs

Request Here

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"Why do I have to go?" You sighed tiredly as you glared at the other three boys wrapped up in varsity jackets. Really, out of the four of you, you didn't understand why you'd been elected to go and check out the supposed 'haunted' trailer park. It was apparently a town legend.

"Because you're the skeptic," Mason, a boy on the team and your friend, said with a casual shrug. "Who better to go check out this place? Maybe it'll finally get you to believe the freaky shit that happened here."

You sighed again, "no matter how many times you say it, I'm not buying the satanic ritualistic sacrifice gone wrong," you droned, "it isn't haunted, I have so many other things I could be doing right now instead of freezing my dick off and trespassing."

"And breaking and entering," Mason completed, and frowned at the looks he received, "what?" He complained, “whatever. Do it, don't do it. You literally have nothing better to do," he claimed.

He was right of course, but you weren't about to admit that to him. You sighed and stuffed your hands back in your pockets, the cold was making them go numb. "Fifty bucks?" You asked.

Mason grinned, his cheeks dimpled, "yep. Fifty bucks, as agreed. Bring back a souvenir as proof."

Bringing back a 'souvenir' sounded like you were begging a ghost to come haunt you. You didn't say this either. You sighed and wondered how you'd gotten here, but also didn't voice that thought because you knew what Mason would say; some smartass answer like 'a car', because he was an asshole.

"Fine," you relented and snatched the flashlight out of his hands. "I fucking hate you," you muttered under your breath and stomped to the fence that sectioned the trailer park off. You got past it with relative ease and held the flashlight like a weapon as you walked through the place. It felt like a graveyard.

Fifty bucks was not worth it, you should have negotiated for more. You pulled your jacket tighter around your body as you searched for the correct trailer you were supposed to be rooting around in.

The story you were told was this; a satanic cult leader tried to murder a cheerleader in some sick ritual a handful of years ago in '83 and it had backfired. The two were both found dead inside the trailer. The inhabitants of the trailer park all soon moved away, including the boys guardian. It's been empty ever since.

Last year, apparently a girl had dared venture into the trailer and claimed she saw the undead cult leader.

When you were told this story, obviously you scoffed at it. Ghosts weren't real, and neither were satanic cult leaders. Not in Hawkins Indiana. It was a ridiculous idea to entertain.

But here you were.

You shined the light onto the trailer and squinted at the old number hanging on it. You had arrived at your destination.

You walked up the three stairs to the front door, the old wood creaked beneath your feet and you prayed they weren't too rotten and we're able to support your weight.

You turned the doorknob, unsurprised to find it unlocked. You pushed it open slowly and grimaced at the creak. You slipped inside and a punched out noise escaped your lips as you shone the light across the small trailer.

Baseball caps decorated the top of the walls, while shelves carried an assortment of mugs, all appearing to be different shapes and colors.

A layer of dust coated everything across the room, and the ceiling had a disturbing looking tear across it, with a dark stain overlaying it. Maybe mold had done it, or water damage. But directly below it was blood, stained into the carpet.

One minute you were staring at the stain of blood, and the next, you were there; in the past, staring down at the two bodies as they bled out.

Soft brown eyes snapped up to you as the boy laid dying on the carpet, his hand valiantly trying to stop the blood pouring from his neck.

Around you, you made out the face of a curly haired boy who stood in a circle with six others.

It did look like a cult.

"What are you doing here?" The dying boy mouthed, but you heard his low whispered voice directly in your ear, startling you back to the present. You whipped around to stare at the empty space beside you.

You exhaled slowly, reassuring yourself that no one was there and you were safe. You were just paranoid from all the stories you'd heard. That's all that was going on.

You shook yourself and continued to look around. Other than the blood stained on the floor it looked like a normal home. The furniture hadn't been touched, and as you continued to walk deeper into the trailer, you noticed everything on the counters had been untouched. Medication bottles, scattered papers and mail, and forgotten dishes.

You urged your feet forward into the kitchen area. Everything smelled…old, and stale. It made sense, considering how long ago everything had gone down. You were surprised to see pots of what had once been food still on the stove and dirty dishes in the sink. Nothing had changed.

"Get out," a malicious voice hissed from directly behind him.

"What the fuck!" You snapped and whirled around, shining your light from left to right, but no one was there. You were going crazy, it was official.

Wonderful. Mason owed you a hell of a lot more than fifty dollars.

You passed the kitchen, not keen on seeing moldy food or maggots.

You soon found yourself in a bedroom. It looked like it had belonged to a teenage boy once. Band and horror movie posters covered every inch of the walls. Nothing about it screamed cult leader. Maybe the metal posters could be taken the wrong way, but his taste in music didn't make him a cult leader.

You frowned as you cautiously stepped forward, sweeping the room further. There wasn't much space for things, but the two desks and the single drawer in the room were covered with things. Small figurines, books with obscure titles—a few Tolkien works, but others seemed darker. The strange thing was, nothing had dust on it. The room was in excellent condition and still looked lived in.

Directly in front of you, hanging in front of a wide mirror, was the most beautiful guitar you had perhaps ever laid eyes on.  You stepped forward and reached out to touch it.

"Get out!" The same voice repeated, Louder this time and you dropped your hand.

"Fuck you," you muttered under your breath before you could catch yourself. Great. Now you were talking to your hallucinations.

"You're brave." Mocking laughter echoed in your head, flossing through your ears. "Take the guitar," the voice suddenly urged.

You paused as you stared at said guitar. Why would you listen to a strange voice in your head? It didn't sound smart, in fact, it was probably the dumbest idea you'd ever had.

You reached out and carefully pulled the guitar down, dust sticking to your hands. You looked down at it and shine the light on it to get a better look. It was red and black, and the strings looked to still be in good shape.

It would make a good souvenir to bring back to Mason, and as you turned around to leave, you saw a boy standing in the corner with a grin on his lips.

When you did a double take to see if he was real, you found nothing.

Strange.

You held the guitar by the neck and quickly hurried out of the old trailer. You weren't scared, but you didn't want to spend any more time there than you had to.

Mason and the others whooped with joy when you returned, though they quieted down once they realized you had brought back a souvenir. Almost like they hadn’t planned on you actually going through with it.

“Here,” you said and held out the guitar to Mason, “it’s still in decent condition, might have to change the strings though,” you said and shrugged, “I’m never going back there again, it’s disgusting. There’s still blood on the floor,” you said with a shudder.

“Holy shit,” Mason whispered, but immediately shied away from the guitar, “oh no, you keep that. Bad luck,” he said wisely. He dug his hand into his jean pocket and pulled out a crisp fifty dollar bill, “here. Now come on, you can buy us dinner,” he said with a grin.

“You’re delusional,” you replied with a laugh, you looked down at the guitar, and for a second, you could almost feel cold fingers wrapping around your own. You shook it off though when one of your teammates complained about being cold and climbed back into the car.

You ended up buying an extremely late night lunch anyway before heading home. You snuck back in through your window so your parents wouldn’t know you’d been sneaking around and hid the guitar in your closet. You would make up a lie for it’s sudden appearance tomorrow, but now you just wanted to sleep.

You fell face first into your bed and passed out.

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There were fingers trailing across your cheek. Gently grazing your skin with featherlight pressure. It sent a chill down your spine and an involuntary shudder racked your body. The touch halted, before it disappeared entirely.

Later, you chalked it up to a dream, that you’d still been sleeping and had a strange dream that involved you and a stranger. Despite that, it weighed on the back of your mind all day and led to a split lip and bloody nose from taking a baseball to the face.

Lucky for you, this meant you were able to go home early, which you did gladly.

Then things got weird.

You walked into your bathroom, a wad of toilet paper pressed to your nose to stop the profuse bleeding. Your eyes still stung with tears brought on by the pain and with a frustrated growl you wiped them away. You missed the reflection of a boy standing behind you.

You sighed and pulled the toilet paper away from your face. You grimaced at the bruises that had already formed and sighed. You bent your head and scrubbed the blood off your hand and then wiped it off your face, careful not to aggravate your wounds.

You lifted your head back up and a startled yelp escaped your lips at the translucent boy standing over your shoulder. With a racing heart you whipped around but saw nothing but the wall. You exhaled sharply and muttered, “what the fuck?” Before you wiped your face and tried to shake the feeling of terror that had flooded you.

You leaned forward to examine the mirror and swiped a hand across it. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, or the tears in your eyes. Or a ghost. You shook your head and dispelled such silly thoughts. Ghosts didn't exist.

“Your pretty face got messed up,” a chilling voice whispered into your ear, almost as if it could hear your thoughts and had to prove you wrong. You spun around again with wide eyes and only saw a flash of translucent clothing before it was gone.

You quickly fled the bathroom with a pounding heart. You hurried down the hallway where the voice taunted, "don't be scared, darling."

You made it into your room and slammed the door shut. You pressed your back against the painted white door and heaved for breath through your panic. You tried to reassure yourself that you were fine, that you were tired and needed some sleep was all. Everything you heard was a sleep deprivation hallucination.

"Oh sweetheart, a closed door can't stop me," the same voice whispered in your ear. You held your breath as ice cold fingers grazed the back of your neck and down your spine. You could feel the chill through your shirt.

Mocking laughter filled your ears, and it got louder and louder. It overlapped itself until it was a chaotic cacophony of harsh noise, you had to slam your hands over your ears in a desperate, vain attempt to drown it out. It didn't work of course.

Your ears rang that entire night. You laid in bed, paranoid as the shadows of your room seemed to jump out at you. But you would have rather died than risk getting up and shutting them back on. So, you suffered through the night until the sun came up.

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"You look like shit," Mason said, accompanied by a low whistle. "You good, man?"

No, you were not good. Your nose bridge was bruised and it had spread to your eyes. It hurt, and you still couldn't completely hear. Oh, and you were exhausted due to your restless night.

"Fuck off," you mumbled and dropped your head onto the cafeteria table. It was so loud, you were beginning to regret coming to school. "I feel like shit. Fucking face hurts you fuckwad," you grumbled under your breath.

Mason only laughed and clapped a hand on your shoulder, "I wasn't the one to hit you in the face, that honor falls on Sinclair," he responded.

"What did I do?" Sinclair asked as he sat down. He was a senior, two years older than you.

"What didn't you do," a new voice snorted.

"You busted Y/N's face up," Mason responded. "He looks like shit. Shame, his looks were the only thing that saved his shining personality."

You lifted your head, intending to punch him in the shoulder before you violently startled when you made eye contact with the boy besides Sinclair. You stared unblinking at the head of curly hair, disbelieving. What the fuck.

"Dude," Mason said, "what's wrong with you?" He asked with a frown.

"I have to— I have to go, I'm gonna, I'm gonna go," you stammered out. You nearly face planted when your foot got caught on the table's bench, but Mason grabbed your arm to steady you. You said nothing and instead tugged your arm away from him and hurried out of the cafeteria.

He had been there. The boy with curly hair was there when that kid died. He had been standing in that circle, watching as he bled out. What the fuck.

"Scared of Dustin?" The chilling voice breathed in your ear, and you stumbled. You caught yourself on the wall and ignored the looks you had received. You choked on your breath as you shoved the door open and stepped outside.

"Kids harmless," the voice taunted, "don't be scared, darling," it continued, sending a chill down your spine.

"Fuck off," you snapped and ran to the field, then past it and into the trees. You didn't know where you were going, you were just trying to outrun the voice.

"Ouch, that's not very nice," it hissed.

Suddenly, you felt something in front of your leg at the same time something shoved you from behind. You tripped and flying to meet the ground, landing on your front and wheezing for breath. "Fuck," you ground and rolled onto your back. You sucked in a deep breath and tried to calm your hammering heart.

"Get up."

You flinched and sat up instantly. You whipped your head around and tried to look for whoever was speaking. "Show yourself!" You demanded, "who the fuck are you!? Just leave me alone!" You shouted and clambered to your feet, brushing the dead leaves off your body and from your hair.

"No," the voice whispered, drifting in through one ear, then the other.

You flinched away and slammed your hands over your ears, "then go fuck yourself," you snarled and whirled around and stomped back the way you came. A chilling presence on your back alerted you to your doom half a second too late. You went sprawling on your front once more.

"You piece of shit," you groaned into the dirt.

"You aren't being nice, darling," the voice cooed, "haven't you figured it out yet? No? Well, you'll figure it out soon enough," it said and disappeared.

You stayed on the ground for half a second longer before you shoved yourself to your feet. You sighed and brushed more of the leaves off of yourself. You were going insane. That was fun. Even worse, you had talked to your hallucinations and it had responded, which was vaguely terrifying but you were much too tired to deal with it.

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You got little more than an hour of sleep that night and the bruises on your face seemed to have only gotten worse, which was just great.

"What happened yesterday?" Mason immediately asked when you sat at the desk besides him. "You freaked then disappeared. And you look like shit again," he said before sighing, "I'm worried."

"Don't be, I'm fine," you responded. "Just having trouble sleeping."

Mason narrowed his eyes, "okay," he said slowly. "If you need anything, let me know, yeah? Or I can hook you up with some stuff to help you sleep," he offered.

"Naughty naughty, darling. Friends with dealers?"

You flinched and looked over your shoulder, but like always, nothing was there. God you needed to sleep. "Yeah, do that. I'll stop by your place after school," you said before he could ask what was wrong.

Mason sighed. But he nodded and turned his head to the front of the room when the teacher walked in.

You dutifully copied down notes without any incidents. Until, you looked back up at the board and saw him. He was leaning innocently against the board, staring at you with curious brown eyes.

Oh.

You stared back at him. Well. That's what you get for going into that damn trailer, you were so paranoid you were hallucinating a dead boy. Something was wrong with your head. Maybe your parents dropped you on your head when you were a baby, you'd have to ask.

"Mr. L/N!"

You jolted and looked at the teacher, "sorry. What?"

"I hated her," the boy said matter of factly, though he was on the other side of the room you could still hear him directly in your ear. "She kept failing me."

You glared at him, willing him to be silent. It was your hallucination wasn't it? It could at least shut up when someone was talking.

Speaking of which, you heard nothing the teacher said and looked at her blankly. "What?"

Giggles erupted around the room and you frowned.

"Mr. L/N if you're having trouble focusing in my class, perhaps you'd do better in the office," she suggested.

"What? No, no. I'm fine," you denied. "I'm fine, I'm focusing. Sorry."

"See? Bitch," the boy hissed and glared venomously at the woman.

You ignored him.

"Well then come up here and solve this problem. Let's go," she said sharply and held out a stick of chalk.

You stood up and made your way to the front of the room. You took the piece of chalk from her and stared at the math problem at the board. After a moment, you began to write.

"Well aren't you smart, darling?" The boy purred in your ear and you shuddered, but otherwise ignored him.

You hurried to finish the problem before quickly heading back to your seat, staring at your notebook instead of the boy.

"You good? You were spacing out there, man," Mason whispered.

"I'm fine," you snapped under your breath.

Mason impatiently sighed, "whatever, dude," he muttered.

You frowned at him before sighing too. Whatever was right. Once you got your head back on straight you'd apologize, until then, he would be fine, you had more pressing issues than his hurt feelings. Like the dead boy staring at you from across the room, distracting you for the rest of class.

—

You didn’t see the hallucination for the rest of the day, which you were thankful for, you were going to go crazy at this rate. You knew moving to this middle of nowhere town had been a mistake. But did your parents listen to you? Of course not.

You drove out to Mason’s house in the evening, cash in your pocket from hard earned money that you deserved to spend on…pharmaceuticals. And Mason was one of the only dealers in school, and because you were friends, he was usually willing to give you discounts on the goos stuff.

It was perfect.

You walked around and into his backward and knocked sharply on his window. It took two seconds before his curtains were being yanked open and he appeared in the glass. He smiled and pulled his window up and open, “hey.”

“Hi,” you responded, head tilted back so you could look at him, “how much?”

Mason held the sealed baggie out, “free of charge,” he answered and leaned against the windowsill. “I feel bad,” he explained.

You frowned and furrowed your brow at him. Why would he feel bad?

“Because we forced you to go into that trailer. Now you’re not sleeping, I feel bad,” Mason explained, “we shouldn’t have made you go in.”

You took the baggie from him, not one to turn down free goods, and stuffed it in your pocket before you looked back at him. “Not your fault I’m going crazy,” you laughed, like you weren’t genuinely concerned for your mental state. At his curious stare you continued, “I’m hallucinating. I think because of the lack of sleep, I keep seeing that dead kid,” you confessed and scratched your jaw.

“The…dead kid?” Mason slowly repeated and frowned, expression twisting, “...Munson, you mean? That was his trailer. Why…How do you know what he looks like? You have to know what he looks like in order to hallucinate him,” he said and frowned at you, like you had said something wrong.

“Oh, go on, sweetheart. I want to hear you explain this,” the boy—Munson said in your ear, you could feel his cold breath fan over your ear and shuddered. At least you hadn’t flinched this time.

How did you know what he looked like? You didn’t know him, had never seen any photos of him. So how would you hallucinate him? Was it even possible? Were you actually seeing Munson or did your brain just tell you it was Munson and you were hallucinating a stranger you saw on the street?

“He’s waiting,” Munson unhelpfully informed.

“In-in his room,” you quickly stammered and stepped back, away from his window and judgemental facial expressions, “I saw a picture in his room. It’s where I got the guitar. I’m gonna go,” you said and nearly tripped over your own feet as you tried to get away, “thanks,” you belated called over your shoulder and hurried out of his yard and back to your car.

You made it down the street before ‘Munson’ reappeared with a “boo!” that scared you so bad you had to pull over and take a deep breath. You didn’t realize you were shaking until you took your hands off the steering wheel.

“I could have died,” you said and stared at the wheel. Was it suicide if your hallucination caused the wreck?

“It’s not as scary as the movies make it out to be,” Munson drawled from the passenger seat, and when you looked over, you saw him sitting there like it was perfectly normal. Like he wasn’t see through and a hallucination. He turned his head to stare at you, “hi.”

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words came out. Munson raised a brow and pushed long, curly hair out of his face. After another second of this, he frowned and leaned forward, across the center divider and into your space.

He inspected you up close for a moment and in your bewilderment, you let him.

“So,” he said, “why can you see me? I’ve been trying to get people’s attention for the last three years and suddenly you come into my trailer and see me? Why?” He demanded.

“...you’re my hallucination, of course I can see you,” you said slowly, “I think I may be insane. Damn. My middle school bully was right.” You frowned at him.

Munson didn’t seem to find this funny and stretched a hand out and poked you in the forehead.

To both of your surprises, his finger made contact with your forehead, rather than travel through you.

“Huh,” Munson said and looked out at his hand, “I thought earlier was a fluke. That was weird, I can’t touch anyone, it’ll go through…” His voice trailed off and he poked you in the forehead again, “and I’m not a hallucination, sweetheart. I promise.” He faked a smile, “I’m a ghost. A very annoyed one. You’re not insane.”

You jerked away from his hand, “no, I’m definitely insane. You’re not a ghost. You can’t be a ghost, because ghosts aren’t real. You aren’t real.”

“Hey!” Munson said sharply and stuck his finger in your face, “I’m real. I can touch you! How am I not real? Also, who doesn’t believe in ghosts?”

“Me!”

“Well, now you have to believe because I’m sitting right in front of you,” he hissed and poked you in the cheek this time.

You narrowed your eyes at him, which he mirrored half a second later. The two of you stared at each other until finally, you sighed. “Fine. Let’s say I believe that this isn’t some insane hallucination slash dream my mind concocted, what do you want? Why won’t you leave me alone?”

Munson took his hand back and victoriously smiled, “I’ve been stuck like this for three painful years. I know exactly how to be human again and leave this ghost bullshit behind, but I can’t use any of my knowledge because no one can see me. Until you.”

You mocked his fake smile, “what. Do. You. Want?” You repeated.

“I need your help in getting a body. A dead one, specifically. But you have to kill him in a certain way or else it won’t work and I’ll remain a ghost. Got it?”

You recoiled, “you want me to kill someone!?” You shouted, “No! What are you, crazy? No, absolutely not, no way.”

“Yes way,” Munson said, “he’ll only be dead for like, a minute tops!” He promised, “then I can take over his body and boom! Human again!” The excitement in his voice made you pause in your panic. If, and that was a big if, he wasn’t lying, if ghosts really did exist and he was one of them, he had been stuck like this for years. Unable to talk to anyone, unable to be seen by anyone, unable to do anything but exist in the balance between life and death.

It sounded awful.

You dropped your head and stared at your lap. With a heavy sigh, you murmured, “fine. Fine, but I want you to know this is crazy. Level ‘I believe the earth is flat’ crazy,” you said and lifted your head to glare.

Munson only grinned back at you, “I know,” he excitedly laughed and punched his arms in the air, “I’m gonna be alive again. I’m gonna be alive again!” He screamed and whooped, laughing the entire time.

You couldn’t help but smile at his attitude and nodded, “I’m going to drive home and you are going to be silent. Then, you can explain everything to me and we can set up ground rules. Deal?” You asked and looked at him expectantly.

Munson stuck his hand out, after a moment, you took it. “Deal,” he echoed with a warm smile.

[rainandandy]

Hey! Can I ask for a r x Yelena with r being nervous about having their first kiss with Yelena and her reassuring them? Basically just a soft moment, thank you!!

Yelena and Y/N had been best friends for as long as they could remember. They had always been there for each other, through the good times and the bad.

But as they grew older, their feelings for each other had started to change. Y/N couldn't deny the butterflies in their stomach every time Yelena was near, and Yelena couldn't stop thinking about the way Y/N's lips looked when they smiled.

Finally, after months of anticipation and nervousness, the two of them were alone together in Y/N's bedroom. Yelena had closed the door behind them, and the air was thick with tension.

"Y/N," Yelena said, taking a step closer. "I have to tell you something."

Y/N's heart pounded in their chest. They knew what was coming, and they couldn't help but feel nervous.

"I like you," Yelena said, her eyes sparkling. "I've liked you for a long time now. And I know you like me too. So, I just want to know if you want to take this to the next level and be together."

Y/N's breath caught in their throat. They had been dreaming of this moment for so long, but now that it was actually happening, they couldn't believe it.

"Yes," Y/N said, their voice barely above a whisper. "I want that too."

Yelena's face broke out into a huge smile, and she leaned in closer to Y/N. "I'm so glad," she whispered, her lips hovering just inches from Y/N's.

Y/N could feel their nerves getting the best of them, and they started to back away.

"It's okay," Yelena said, sensing Y/N's nervousness. "I'm nervous too. But I promise, it'll be worth it."

Y/N took a deep breath and closed their eyes, leaning in to meet Yelena's lips with their own. The kiss was soft and sweet, and it sent a shiver down Y/N's spine.

When they finally pulled away, Y/N opened their eyes to see Yelena smiling back at them.

"See?" Yelena said, her voice full of love. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Y/N shook their head, grinning from ear to ear. "No," they said. "It was amazing."

[randoms-fandoms]

Twisters request info!

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Ships I can write

❤️Kate x Tyler

❤️Kate x Javi

❤️Tyler x Javi

❤️Boone x Javi

❤️Boone x Tyler

❤️Any poly ship between them ^

❤️Dani x Lily

❤️Scott x Javi

❤️Kate x Jeb

Characters I’ll do “x reader”s for (can be romantic or otherwise)

💕Tyler Owens

💕Kate Carter

💕Javi Rivera

💕Boone

💕Dexter

💕Dani

💕Lily

💕Scott

💕any of the Tornado Tamers

Other

🚫I don’t know a lot about tornados

🚫I haven’t seen the first twister movie

[itsabea]

hi, i'm Bea!

i write and draw stuff - but i'll mostly be writing here

prepare for an unreliable posting schedule, because that is probably what you'll get from me :))

current hyper-fixation(s):

Fields of Mistria - March

Vox Machina - Vax

just a fair warning this blog will have;

mental health topics,

self ship/self inserts, and general shipping,

goofy shenanigans/whatever i feel like doing,

and NSFW(i would like to specify - i refer to NSFW as a whole, not specifically sexual activity)

request info:

i am open to head canon requests!

general request rules: please be kind and patient, give me respect and i will respect you in return, and don't be shy!

characters i'm okay with requests for:

March(Fields of Mistria),

[to be added to]

characters that i'd like to write for/be requested but don't haven't written much of:

Vax'ildan(Vox Machina/Critical Role),

Kyou Sohma(Fruits Basket),

Blade(Honkai Star Rail),

[to be added to]

PLEASE NOTE: if you have a character that isn't on this list but is similar to the others, feel free to request anyway! worst case i'll say no, but best case i'll write a head canon for them

[ashxketchum]

Current update on the make em swoon prompt list by creativepromptsforwriting:

eyes meeting from across the room

reaching out, grabbing their hand - TyHil requested

a subtle wink

licking their lips - TyHil completed

a hug that gets deeper

"hi" *raspy voice*

falling asleep on each other - Pokeshipping completed

coming back for another kiss - Mimato Completed and TyHil completed

pressing their foreheads together - TyHil requested

smile that makes their eyes soften - Kai/Max requested

brushing away their hair

putting their hand on the other's neck

holding them close by their hips

pulling them on their lap - Mimato completed

smirking in a way that suggests more - Taiora completed

drawing with their fingertips on their skin

hugging them from behind - Taiora completed

a kiss pressed to the neck - TyHil completed

lips brushing against their ear

whispering to them like they're alone in the world

So there are still quite a few prompts in the list that are unclaimed and since I'm celebrating "ayushi will write your otp making out" week, feel free to send in any request! Of course, I'd be happy if you send in my otps, but I'm willing to explore other ships as well.

(*requests closed*)

(Just don't send in my notps or my hater hat and anti goggles will be ON)

[hero-deserves-to-be-happy]

Hero Ficlet Requests Open For A Limited Time Only

Hello friends and fellow Hero enthusiasts! We feel that there could always be more Hero-centric content in the world, so, for a limited time, we've decided to open up some requests for Hero-centric ficlets.

Please send in an ask with your ficlet request. You can specify a genre, topic, and/or Hero-centric situation or relationship (either platonic or romantic as long as it satisfies our blog rules), and we will write you a short story between 500 and 1000 words in length (possibly shorter or longer but most likely somewhere between 500 and 1000 words).

We will be opening 6 request slots.

Rules & Considerations for requests are listed under the cut. Thank you so much for participating in our small, limited-time event! 💙

Some request Rules and Considerations:

All requests must be Safe For Work.

Requests can be made anonymously.

All requests must include & prominently feature Hero, but you can request a ficlet about relationships with Hero in them (i.e. Hero and Sunny's friendship, Hero and Kel as brothers, or HeroMari"). Unless otherwise specified or in the case of HeroMari (which we know was canonically romantic), all relationships will be taken as platonic.

We will only take requests for romantic ships in which the other character is confirmed in the canon to be Hero's age since he is canonically an adult [i.e. Mari (who is the same age as Hero) or Brandi (who is confirmed to attend university with him) would be acceptable]. Requests including any ships between Hero and a canon character with an ambiguous age will be politely declined.

To make this blog super inclusive for all Hero appreciators regardless of their ship preferences for the other OMORI characters, we will not accept any requests that involve undeniably/explicitly romantic ships for Sunny, Kel, Aubrey, or Basil.

We are generally not comfortable creating content for specific AUs that we did not create ourselves and with which we are unfamiliar.

You may specify a genre (i.e. Hurt/Comfort or Fluff) and/or a situation (i.e. going shopping or having a picnic) in your request if you'd like something specific.

We reserve the right to politely decline a request (but we probably won't if you respect our rules). 😊

Please see our "Blog Considerations" listed on our pinned post for more information. Thank you so much for participating!!

[littleguypumpkinsheep]

Writing Requests Now Open Permanently!

Since I’m unable to draw on request, I offer the next best thing I have: Writing! It doesn’t exhaust me terribly, so I’m much much more available to provide it now!

Terms and conditions below!

Fandoms I Can Write For: Deltarune, Madness Combat, Team Fortress 2, I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream, Cowboys (not a fandom but if you like cowboys I can write about cowboys)

What I Can Write About: Romance, friendship, queer platonic relationships, parent child relationships, sfw, fluff, hurt, comfort, angst, nsfw, reader inserts (specialty of mine!), character studies, character explorations, headcanons, prompts (as in, “can you write what (character) would think if (situation)?”)

Ask about kinks if there’s something specific you want!

What I Won’t Write About: Rape, non con, dubious consent, toxic yaoi/yuri (I understand the appeal, but I am just not comfortable with it), abusive relationships, unhealthy relationships

I can write about these topics as part of a characters backstory or identity, but I will not write about them between two characters. I will not write a story about characters being mean to each other.

When Can I Request A Drabble? Anytime! Send as many as you’d like! Don’t be worried or embarrassed about something. You’re fine as long as it isn’t against my boundaries.