#also this is unedited so dont read to closely

[enjoythesilentworld]

was thinking about them yesterday. and by them i mean CrimeBoss!Wille x Detective!Simon who definitely don't hate each other.

rather than plotting i wrote this standalone scene which assumes i have done a lot of plotting. it was a mind exercise okay (also, this is a dark-ish fic. cw for violence and harsh language)

By now, Simon knew the path and followed it without a second thought, bursting through the door of Wilhelm’s office.

The office always looked the same. Perfectly organized, floors squeaky clean, Wilhelm in a pressed button-up sitting rigged backed at his desk. Except, this time it was different. The desk was chaos, loose bills and papers and trash scattered across it and falling onto the floor. Wilhelm paced the room, tie loose and hair mussed.

His sharp eyes found Simon immediately, and if Simon didn’t know any better he’d be terrified of the way they hardened and narrowed.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Wilhelm spit angrily, striding across the room and pulling the door shut behind Simon, then flying over to the windows to pull the thick, expensive curtains closed. “I told you I was busy today.”

Simon scoffed and dropped the overflowing folder which had brought him over here onto the ground, clippings of news headlines and police reports scattering. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re busy. What is this?” He asked, still fuming and really not in the mood to deal with Wilhelm’s erratic behavior and empty promises. 

It was as if he hadn’t spoken at all, though, because Wilhelm didn’t respond, just continued to flit around the room, peeking behind the curtains. Only for a moment did his eyes flicker to the papers Simon had dropped, before looking up to Simon, then away again. Being ignored after everything, after coming all the way over here, only made Simon angrier.

“Wilhelm,” he growled, circling the office and trying to get in the other man’s path, trying to get him to look at him. When that didn’t work, he changed tactics, lowering his voice and softening it, to whisper, “Wille.”

That worked, because of course it did, and Wilhelm stopped in his tracks, finally turning to face Simon.

“What is going on?” Simon asked, softly, as if speaking to a dangerous animal. In a way, he was. “You said—”

“I said,” Wihelm interrupted, taking a step towards Simon, eyes ablaze, “don’t come here today.”

Simon held his ground. He crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring the way he felt out of place in his hoodie and jeans, as he always did when he stepped into Wilhelm’s life. There was nowhere for him to go, anyway. Going against every bit of training he’d ever received, he’d accidentally put Wilhelm between himself and the only exit. If he stepped back now, he’d only run into the big, wooden desk, trapping himself further.

Simon drew his features up into a scowl, because any fear was being smothered out by anger, and said, “Apologies if your word doesn’t really mean a lot to me right now.”

This, he could do. This was normal for them. What wasn’t normal was the way Wilhelm’s features softened as he took another step forward. His hand twitched at his side, and for a moment Simon thought Wille might reach out for him.

He didn’t. Wille’s eyes flickered over to the window again, then he whispered, in a voice almost unrecognizable, “You can’t be here right now. Why couldn’t you just listen to me for once?”

With a pang, Simon realized what was so odd about Wille’s voice. Fear. There was fear, actual fear, laced amongst the words. Simon had never seen Wilhelm show an ounce of fear before.

It disarmed Simon, dampening the flame in his chest, filling it instead with an icy dread.

“I just—”                                                                                                       

Simon was cut off, surprised, as Wille put both his hands up, eyes wide, and took another step toward him.

It all happened so quickly. The first to register was the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the long hallway and muffled voices. Then, Wille was surging towards him, yanking at the buttons of his own shirt, then pulling Simon’s hood over his head and pushing him back into the desk. Simon started to protest but was cut off again by Wille pressing their mouths together in a searing kiss.

Caught by surprise, Simon froze for a moment, and Wille pulled back slightly to mumble an apology, then his hands were snaking around Simon’s waist, hands hot even through the fabric of Simon’s hoodie, and he found himself wondering what those hands would feel like on his bare skin. This time, Simon was more prepared. This time, though he still didn’t really know what was going on, he kissed Wille back.

All of this had elapsed in about five seconds so there was not much time to ponder, but Simon had been secretly dreaming about this for weeks now. Wille’s lips on his, his taste, his hair between Simon’s fingers. It was better than any dream, but quickly over, as the door slammed open behind Wille.

Simon tried to jump back, to separate them, but Wille held him close.

“Wilhelm.”

Though he couldn’t see anything but Wille’s face still just an inch from his, Simon recognized that voice. It sent a chill running down his spine. If there had been any concern that making out with his primary person of interest might mean losing his job at the precinct, it was gone now. Now, it was sheer terror at the prospect of losing his life.

“Gentleman,” Wilhelm chuckled easily, eyes still locked on Simon’s, using his broad back to shelter Simon from the line of sight of their new guests. “You’ve caught me in the middle of something.”

The voice was Wilhelm again, so easily slipping back into his cold, unforgiving exterior. His eyes, however, were still Wille. Pleading for Simon to stay quiet, promising he’d handle the situation.

That cold voice came again. “That’s funny. We said six o’clock, did we not?”

“We did, boss,” came another, this voice unrecognizable to Simon, but its owner was undoubtedly just as deadly.

Wilhelm’s shoulder’s tensed every so slightly, imperceptible to anyone else but Simon, who felt the muscles tighten under his fingertips.

“That’s right, we did. I apologize for the delay.” Wille swiped his thumb back and forth over Simon’s back, which would almost be comforting if not for their current situation. “Lost track of time. If you’ll just give me a moment to get myself sorted, I’ll met you in the foyer.”

A loud, smoker’s chortle echoed through the room, and Simon had to fight not to flinch.

“Wilhelm, you dirty dog. If she’s a good time, send her to me afterwards, yeah? I don’t usually go for the street type, but after a good scrub down, I bet it’d be just like one of those high end whores. But cheaper.”

Simon wanted to squeeze his eyes shut, but his only lifeline at the moment was staring into Wille’s, so he didn’t. He swallowed down the bile in his throat and prayed for this moment to be over, chided himself for being so terrified when this was his job, dealing with people like this was his career and yet he was nearly trembling in Wille’s arms. Perhaps it was because he’d seen those police reports, seen the photos of what this man did to those who did not please him. If Simon wasn’t only fearing for his own life, he was fearing for Wille’s, too.

The voice hardened again, losing all it’s disgusting amusement from before, “I’m leaving in two minutes. I won’t wait any longer.”

“Yes, sir,” Wilhelm said, voice steady.

There was a final, “You can fuck her after,” snickered by one of the goons before the door slammed shut again.

Wilhelm glanced over his shoulder to ensure they were gone, then shut his eyes and let out a deep breath, dropping his chin to his chest. Simon’s fingers were still knotted in Wilhelm’s shirt, and it took a moment before he could make his brain send the signal to make his hands let go. The moment he did, Wilhelm regained his composure, like flipping a switch, and quickly took two steps back.

Simon opened his mouth to say something but immediately shut it when he say the hardness in Wilhelm’s gaze. Spots of warmth still burned on Simon’s skin where Wille’s hands had been, but he couldn’t put it together with the man who stared at him now.

“Stay here,” Wilhelm commanded. He rebuttoned his shirt and straightened his hair, then he slipped out the door, leaving Simon sitting on his desk, cheeks flushed, staring at the horrible headlines scattered across the marble floor and wondering how this whole situation had gotten so out of hand.

[dailykafka]

German native here! I just want to add on the other anon ´s comment over Kafka ´s German, in case if anyone is curious on what it „ Feels like to read Kafka ”

In his original Tagebüch (the diaries, unedited) it would literally feel as close to being this:

” okay today i woke up and i saw something out the window i don’t even know what it was, but whatever i do not want to think about it anymore, by the way i had this weird dream about being in new york or something like that, i dont know too much about it but also i could not sleep the entire night im so tired i don’t think i will even finish writing this  ”

It is literally just him being a teenager😭 he uses really simple, day to day language (with the exception of some outdated slang)

Ohh this is very interesting! Thank you for this!

[gingerlee-holds]

if it's ok with you I would love a part 3 of the letting of steam fics. i love the first two so far

oh of course!!!! thank you so much for the request heehee! i think there's gonna be one more chapter after this one before the story ends heehee, so if its requested ill begin working on that- i wanted alastor to be sweet with husker cuz husk's very clearly terrified of him so he's gentle with husk- anyways enjoy!! and thanku again for requesting <33333333

(also dont get mad but im not showing Angel's accent phonetically, that's just not my style so use your imagination)

Last Man Standing

Read the first one here! Read the previous one here!

Words: 1953 Pairing: Ler!Alastor, Lees!Niffty, Angel, and Husker Warnings: Alcohol and a panic attack, Angel being Angel, and also its unedited

Husker slightly trembled as he looked around. The radio demon could appear from any shadow, and Husk was never ready. The gambler hated that Alastor got to him so much, but he couldn’t help being afraid. That demon had his soul, and his grip on it was ceaseless. 

Mercifully, Husker wasn’t alone as he slunk through the hotel halls. He tightly held Angel Dust’s hand, who seemed completely unfazed by the situation. Behind them, trying to keep up, Niffty clapped her hands excitedly. Husker was at least glad she was enjoying herself. 

“Stay close, Niffty,” Husk looked behind him, motioning for the maid to hold his other hand. “You know how extra our boss can be.” He felt a little better holding their hands, but he knew that once Alastor tasted figurative blood in the water, it wouldn’t matter.

The shadow of the radio demon followed them down the dark hallway. Alastor may have been part-deer, but all that was going through his mind now was the instincts of a hunter. And if he wanted to be efficient about this - which he always did - he’d pick them off, one by one, starting with the weakest. 

Angel looked over. “Huskie, your hand is trembling. You afraid of the dark?” He said it with a light tone, but as soon as he saw the hotel bartender look back at him with eyes filled with terror, he softened. “Don’t worry, sugar. I’ll protect ya,” he said, affectionately rubbing Husker’s knuckle with his thumb. 

“And I’ll protect you, too!” Niffty giggled as she said it, squeezing Husker’s other hand.

Despite the fear, Husk grinned a little. “Thanks, you two,” he mumbled. He wrapped his tail around his waist like a hug, trying to level his breathing.

“Besides,” Angel continued, gesturing as he spoke, “I’m pretty sure Alastor’s just having fun with this. Nobody’s getting hurt. Just a little scared.”

“Cuz he’s a bad boy!” Niffty offered.

Angel snickered under his breath. “Yeah, sure. Besides, you’ve seen how agitated he looked this morning. He’s barely shown his face since the battle. Maybe he needs this.”

Niffty giggled again. “And when he finds us, he will tear our souls apart!”

Husker’s breath caught in his throat as he was reminded of Alastor’s threat. “What?!” 

“No, hun,” Angel chuckled and rubbed Husker’s shoulder. “She’s just fucking with you, Huskie. Our souls are fine.” He sighed a bit when he felt Husk tense up, silently wishing he could get some alone time with him to talk. Luckily, he wouldn’t have to wait for long. Angel spoke up again as they continued walking. “Niffty, no more jokes, got it?” 

Silence.

“Niffty?” Angel looked over, and Husker stopped in his tracks. Slowly, he held up his other hand for Angel to see: it was empty. “Niffty!” Both sinners looked around the hallway but found no trace of the neurotic little maid.

Husker’s breathing rate increased. “Oh, shit,” he whimpered. 

In an empty room, Alastor dropped Niffty on the bed, who was clapping enthusiastically. “You got me!”

The radio demon grinned and ruffled her hair. “That I did, little darling. I have two more targets, so I can’t tarry long, but I’ll leave you with this.” With a motion, Alastor summoned two tendrils, using one to hold up one of Niffty’s hands and the other to wiggle against her stomach. He fondly knew that it didn’t take much to unravel the little sinner, and as he predicted, she instantly began cackling like a lunatic. She was easy prey. “Now, don’t go anywhere!” Alastor giggled.

“YEhEHEheheHS SihIhIHihIR!” Niffty said through her laughter, giving him a salute. 

Husker was panicking. She was gone, and he was next. He heard Angel beside him, but his voice sounded distant.

“Maybe she just found a bug on the ground, hun! You know she loves cleaning pests.” Angel’s reasoning wasn’t heard as Husker began stumbling forward.

The radio demon momentarily opened the door just as Niffty uttered a loud shriek that echoed down the hall.

Angel stood straight upright, but before he could say anything, Husker took off like a shot, running as if his life depended on it. “No, Huskie, wait!” Angel ran after him, trying to keep up with the gambler. By the time Husker looked back again, the porn star was out of sight. Alastor got him, too. The bartender whimpered and took off running again.

“Alright, asshole!” Angel Dust yelped as he was unceremoniously pinned to a wall by Alastor’s magic. “First of all, how you’re holding me is all wrong. See, these hands over here are barely being held down at all. And you shouldn’t keep the arms completely stretched and extended like this; it’s always better to allow some give; that way, the muscles don’t get sore. Have you ever done this before?”

Alastor’s eye twitched in annoyance, but he took what Angel said into account and moved him a little. “An expert?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty much a pro regarding restraints. But secondly, and also most importantly, you’re scaring Husker. He’s having a panic attack, thanks to you.”

“I’ll attend to him shortly, don’t worry. As for you, my effeminate fellow, it’s time for your punishment after being found!”

“Do… do you hear yourself right now?” Angel raised an eyebrow. “That is some seriously kinky shit. I’ve heard that exact line a dozen times. It’s one of the classic amateur porn-writing lines. Like, you know what I’m gonna say to that, right?”

“Hm! Then don’t say anything,” the radio demon smiled wide. “Just laugh.”

“With the way you’re holding me down, I might just do thahAhahahahhat! WhaaHAt?!” Angel looked down and saw sets of claws extending from the wall, wriggling into his underarms.

“Four arms means four armpits! Now, excuse me,” Alastor turned and walked to the door. Angel Dust’s laugh was just as loud as his personality, and he wasn’t used to the gentle, teasy touch he was receiving. With a chuckle, Alastor left him to his tickling. 

Husker ran until he saw the bar, and with all the grace of a terrified cat, he leaped over the bar, knocking a bottle over, and curled up on the floor in a ball. He trembled and gripped his neck, practically feeling his chain tightening as the radio demon held his soul in a vice-like sadistic grip. 

Suddenly, Husker was jarred out of his thoughts by a single light turning on overhead. He held his breath and looked up to see enough light to fully illuminate the small bar. Then, there was a soft knocking on the countertop.

“I’d like a drink, please.” 

Husker peeked over the counter to see Alastor sitting on one of the barstools, legs crossed and hands neatly folded on his lap. His eyes were closed, and he smiled without teeth. He looked… completely unthreatening. “W-what?” the bartender asked, his voice still shaking. 

“A drink, friend.” Alastor’s voice was soft, almost soothing. Was he trying to comfort him?

“I- why?”

Alastor opened one eye. “Because I’m parched. Being a hunter is hard work, you know.”

“No, as a matter of fact, I don’t know.” Husker glared at his boss. “What did you do to the others?” 

“They’re all having fun, don’t worry.” Alastor tapped the counter again. “Now, gin and tonic, please.”

“That’s… not your usual order.” Husker looked at the radio demon suspiciously. Husker’s favorite drink was a gin and tonic, so why was Alastor ordering it? Regardless, Husker began making the drink and served it to his guest in a large glass. 

“Thank you.” Alastor politely nodded before pouring half of the drink into another glass and passing it back to the bartender. “Here, have some.”

Husker looked down at the glass and then back up at Alastor. He didn’t seem to be manipulating him. It looked like Alastor was genuinely just trying to calm him down. Hesitantly, the gambler picked up the glass.

“You’ve won.” Alastor held up the glass. “A toast! You were the last one I found.”

Husk held up his glass and took a big sip. The alcohol warmed the back of his throat, and he felt all his muscles loosen up a bit. Sighing, Husk leaned against the countertop and looked up at Alastor. He was warmly smiling as he drank from his glass.

“You should have seen the look on Angel’s face, Husker. It was absolutely to die for!” The radio demon laughed as he set the glass down, and thanks to the gin, Husker found himself chuckling along with him. 

“I bet he made a sex joke, didn’t he?” 

Alastor nodded, and the two laughed together. 

After a few minutes, both were filled with warmth and laughing at nothing in particular. The radio demon wiped a tear from his eye and sighed happily. “Now, you get a reward for lasting the longest.”

Husker tilted his head, smiling lopsidedly in confusion, before he felt Alastor’s tendrils from behind him, gently massaging his shoulders. The shock of the touch quickly melted, and the gambler slowly laid his head on the counter. Smiling wide, he yawned like a cat, and his ears twitched. 

Alastor smiled and used one hand to rub his ear, and to his surprise, he heard a low purring sound coming from his bartender. He knew Husker was starved for touch, but he had no idea it was to this extent. He couldn’t help letting a small “Awww…” out, smiling fondly at the grumble Husk made in reply. The feline sinner swatted at the radio demon, and Alastor gently grabbed the offending hand, tracing the heart on Husker’s paw with a single claw. 

“H-heeheehehee… C-cuhuhuhut ihihit ouhuhut…” Husker began giggling but didn’t pull away from the touch. As Alastor continued administering his reward tickles, Husker never once moved, only letting out sleepy giggles.

“You are far too precious to be so scared, Husker.”

“Sh-shuhuhuhut ihihihihit…”

“No, I don’t think so.” Alastor wiggled the claw a bit faster, and Husk’s giggling mixed with his purring made for an extraordinarily adorable sound. Without stopping the massaging, ear rubs, or palm tickles, Alastor gently led Husker out from the bar to the oversized couch in the lobby and sat him down. With a start, the radio demon realized he was still tickling the others, and he quickly stopped all his magic, releasing Lucifer, Vaggie, Charlie, Niffty, and Angel from their tickly punishment. 

The other hotel residents slowly stumbled into the lobby, wiping tears from their eyes and rubbing their still-tingling spots. All had blushes on their faces, and none wanted to talk to the others after being so thoroughly wrecked. Lucifer was practically gasping for air as he shuffled in, and without a word, he sat down on the far end of the couch and instantly fell asleep. Next to him sat Charlie, and next to her sat Vaggie, and the two girlfriends snuggled close to each other. Niffty hopped onto the armrest and conked out faster than you could say ‘stab,’ and Angel crept in beside Husker to wrap his four arms around the sleeping bartender.

Alastor sat in his recliner, took a deep breath, and smiled as the other residents slept. Finally, the Hazbin Hotel was quiet, and he could get some rest. He was shockingly tired, and as he lay his head back against the seat, he grinned at the fun he had had today. He hoped he could do it again soon because, as far as he could tell, nobody else disliked it either. Although maybe he’d have to go easy on the theatrics with Husker. 

The other residents were plotting revenge against the radio demon as he slept. But that would come after everyone was awake. For now, the hotel slept.

[variationsonacloud]

mcpriceley yuri jumpscare!!! ahhh!!!!

more doodles & whatnot below the cut ^_<

closeups of them since my camera doesnt do price justice whenever i take a photo of them together

ignore that price is bald in the left photo but i really like how i drew connie here

on the contrary i dont really like how i drew her in the second photo but i didnt have correction tape when i drew it so oh well

i love how price looks whenever she has her hair up i need to draw her like this more (this was inspired by frogsindenim's mcpriceley yuri design on insta you need to scroll a bit to find it but their art of them is super pretty!!)

also for the drawing on the left i think i was originally gonna draw price as a guy but i gave up so i decided to just make her a girl

price is super mean (stop sticking your tongue out!!! such a meanie!!! [i just remembered the 2011 tonys while typing this at least price sticking her tongue out is true to her character] ) while connie is a sonny angel

im pretty sure i drew this after my confession during my recollection last month so technically this is a super holy mcpriceladies doodle (ignore how price is basically disintegrating my camera doesnt like her)

heres most of these in their true unedited form sorry if this make this post longer but even though editing these makes the photos look nice i feel like it also gets rid of some of the details

amazing waowie!!! super fun fact for the drawings on the bottom row of this is that whenever i close my sketchbook on this page price & mckinley kiss wowza!!

i know this post is long enough but heres one last doodle of them (if you squint you can tell its mpriceley)

okay!!! thats it!!! im done!! finished!!! sorry for the super long post!!

thankyou so super much if you read &/or looked at all of this until the end of this post! ^_^ it might sound like exaggeration but theyre honestly all i draw 90% of the time

[delulustateofmind]

Hello! I was just reading some of your other Yan!JJK men fics, and I started to go down a rabbit hole of what would I do if they locked me up like that, and I think I would just kms.

so its totally fine if you're uncomfy with it, but if you dont mind could you write a Yan!JJK men reaction to finding out their darling commited su!c!de?

(Im SO sorry if this is triggering in anyway, your bio said dark content so I figured id give it a shot T-T)

TW: Mentions of Depression and Su1c!de. Sorry I rambled a lot, completely unedited.

Haha you're okay! I don't mind talking about this sort of stuff!

Yeah, that seems to be a common census with a lot of people, but I don't think Darling would even have a chance to off themselves.

Think about it, Suguru and Nanami are 100% the coddling type. The knives are hidden (maybe will let you cook under their supervision). Cleaning products are stored away along with medicine. Hell, I honestly think a lot of things are babyproofed. Like the whole house. Survalience cameras everywhere type of deal.

Suguru especially knows the signs of depression, he's spiraled before so he would instantly know when his darling is feeling more down/at their breaking point (and not in the way he wants). So, as Suguru is the most manipulative out of all the JJK men, I think he would be more aware of things you are doing. Might try to ease you out of a slump by allowing more time in the garden, letting you be out in the sunshine with either a curse of his following you around or himself. Bathing would no longer be by yourself, he'd be more gentle too, more loving. Pressing soft kisses to your neck as he cleans you. I think he would also ease off any sex for a while, instead would cuddle you during movies and such. He, of course, would still have a tight leash on his darling but it won't be as noticeable, in fact he might appear as a loving boyfriend and not somebody that just kidnapped you. Manipulatively would use the twins, especially if they are younger when he kidnapped you.

Saying crap like, "The girls see you as their mother, y'know" and "They re really starting to love you, aren't you glad that you live here with us?"

Perhaps, allowing you to spend more time with them before being tucked back into your chambers, which had cameras installed in both the bathroom and bedroom. <3 (Sorry, this man lives in my mind rent free 24/7).

Now in the chance that you did get the chance, I think he would spiral. In most of my fics, I have it where he didn't defect, so I think that would be his turning point. Because, at the end of the day he does truly love his darling. He wouldn't have kidnapped them and brought them into his home where his children live if he didn't. I strongly believe he would murder anyone that was close to you so he doesn't have a reminder of your existence. (He's a bit unstable like that, such a silly lil guy)

Nanami would be practically the same way as Suguru, keeping an eye on you at all times. Bringing you home sweets and flowers (if roses, thorns were removed wayyy prior to giving them to you). You would be sleeping and bathing with this man until he deemed you were ready to be trusted by yourself. Mmm, would coax you into being around him more. He won't force you, but the doors will be removed. He just doesn't want you to hurt yourself. Would also be the type to bring most of his work home but if he does have to leave, he will be checking the cameras every ten minutes or so. Might ask Ino to watch you on days he has to go on missions (Ino believes Nanami is a super great guy and thinks anytime you mention that he kidnapped you is a joke. 100% Ignorance is bliss).

Now, let's say you had the chance and Nanami came home to his darling unalive. Well...He would be super depressed. Would revert back to his colder mannerisms. Talk to people less, maybe drinking more and more. Would 100% blame himself for not taking better care of you (does not regret kidnapping you).

Satoru is a unique one, because, as the strongest, he can't exactly be home all the time. He is also terrible at talking about emotions, I mean he didn't even know how to react to when Suguru was spiraling. Satoru would notice though and move his darling to the clan estate where a handmaid is 100% following you around 24/7 while he is on missions or teaching. It may not be the most welcoming environment but he is the clan head and his word is law around those parts.

Would be a bit more smothering with his darling when he is home. Not sexual, he would at least grant you that, instead would cuddle you. Feed you. Bubble baths. You name it. Brings home your favorite foods and desserts, spoon feeding them to you with little airplane noises before pressing peppered kisses to your face with that lovesick smile on his face.

Now if his darling died, it would absolutely crush this man. 100% would not recover. Would just become the weapon for jujutsu society. Would kill all of the servants that attended to you because how could they let this happen? You were supposed to be his forever. You were supposed to be his dream. You were supposed to be his. Poor fella wouldn't know how to regulate his emotions and would go extra feral on curses. Would do his best to wear a fake smile around his students but he is crumbling inside.

Choso and Shoko....are hard. They wouldn't kidnap their darling. Choso is the stalker type of yandere, I think he would live with Yuji so he doesn't want to kidnap his darling in fear his brother would leave him or think he's insane. So instead Choso just watches you outside your apartment, watches you sleep, leaves flowers around the apartment to the point it drives you insane. His darlings death would crush him, like we saw him spiral when Yuji nearly died. So I think Choso would go MIA for a while (he's a hard one to think of for this, my bad).

Shoko just wouldn't let it happen, perks of her curse technique. Good luck trying to die around her. (She's just built different) Though the thought would stress her the hell out. Shoko would def smoke a shit ton and drink like a sailor until you start showing signs that you are mentally getting better.

Sorry for all the rambles! Hope that kinda answered your question? Lemme know if you need me to expand on any of the characters :)

[hydrangea-mon-amor]

SWEET INJURIES.

Female! Yandere OC x reader

Trigger warning! Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, non con physical touch, one sided somnophilia. This work also includes the notion of rape. If you are not comfortable with that please do not read further. (Tell me if i need to add more!) DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Side note — if you read the trigger warning and still were triggered by the content (or any that I’ve wrote) please message me ASAP and tell me about it. This goes for all of my works, but I do not mean harm writing these stories and the content of my blog are dark and heavy. I DO NOT condone this behavior and if any of you see yourself in a situation like this I urge you to seek help.

Summery! You have the perfect life, good grades, a group of friends and a good home life. In your school the popular girl, Valery Magnolia is the daughter of two famous doctors with a hospital in your city. Valery is trained in the arts of medicine and when you suffer from a serious fall you seem to catch the attention of miss popular.

A/N: I think this is the longest fic I’ve wrote so far, anyways enjoy I’ve had a blast writing Valery’s character. Just to put it out there this pictures are not mine and I’ve found all of them on Pinterest. This is unedited as fuck so don’t be surprised if you see many errors. As time goes by I’ll be able to lick them out and fix them, so for now, just enjoy. ❤️

— AGAIN IF ANY OF THE TRIGGER WARNING I LISTED TRIGGERS YOU THEN PLEASE DONT READ FURTHER.

You sit with your friends at a lunch table while you eye miss popular chortle it out with her friends. Valery Magnolia, the highly praised daughter of two famous doctors and the owners of Magnolia Medical Center. Tch. People say she’ll become just as knowledgeable about medicine like her parents, maybe even start her own clinic. But for now, you and her are in high school in your junior year. And besides, it’s public knowledge that she’s dating the quarter back Jaydee B Hallaghar, brother to the famous runway model Dante T Hallaghar. You scoff to yourself, why do you even care? Matter of factly, why are you so fixed on looking at her? You’re being foolish, and you know it.

“I heard she’s killed some people.” You whip your head around at your friend Tylers vicious statement. He stabs a fork in his undercooked meat and the only thing he ate so far were the tatter tots. He seems to notice your bewildered gaze. “Y‘’know, like when she operated on some patients she kinda fucked it up and killed ‘em. Since her parents are rich and famous and a real big deal in our city they were able to cover it up, mostly.”

“Your crazy, she may be a prissy bitch but I don’t think she is a killer.”

“I bet her victims thought that too.”

“Whatever.” You stand up with your tray in hand and you look back to Tyler. “Come on, let’s go to the rooftop.” Tyler again picks at his meat, you don’t know why you know he won’t eat it.

“Won’t we get in trouble? Again?”

“Tyler, we always get in trouble going up there, what’s the difference now.” Tyler pushes his chair back and cocks his head to his rear.

“Like, what if we get suspended or something?”

“Then we’ll just get a break from this hellhole they call ‘school’.”

Your feet dangles of the edge. Your school is only three stories high so everything is fairly close. Even now, the people that are on the ground don’t look as small as some would say. But maybe that’s just because your not high enough. Your friends lays on his back a cigar in his mouth. You don’t tell him that the smell bothers you.

“Do you ever have wet dreams about anyone?” You look at him disgusted.

“You are genuinely such a gross person. Why is every thought you have so lewd?”

“Why isn’t your thoughts lewd enough?” He sits up in a crisscrossed position, throwing his cigar off the roof top he then turns to face you. “So, do you?” You avert your gaze from him.

“Once, but it was about my ex and they were a shit show so I don’t like to think about it.”

“Fair,” Tyler picks at his pocket pulling out another cigar. “I’ve had a few, most of them are about a certain Magnolia girl.” You actually wish to puke.

“No seriously, what’s your obsession with her? Wet dreams? You even know her whole ass schedule and not to mention all the theories you have on her.” Tyler thinks for a moment.

“It was in elementary. We had a school project and you know how I was in school, a total freak! No one wanted to be my partner, no one but Valery. She decided to be my partner when she could’ve just chosen one of her hundred friends. She sometimes smiles at me in the hallways. You think she remembers?”

“So a girl was nice to you once and now you have these intense yucky feelings?” You say nonchalantly.

“Pretty much.”

A few minutes later you hear the school bell and you say your god yes to Tyler because he always leaves first and because you have different classes. But also because you like the view here. The tees sway nice and the grass looks more lively. But when you lift yourself up to finally get to your locker and head to class you feel yourself slip.

Instead of rearing back into the rooftop you sway forth and you find yourself tumbling down. When you hit the floor you hear cracks, not a crack but many all at once at the same time. Blood pools from all parts of your body but you can’t find it in you to scream. Because you can’t. Your throat hurts too much and with every breath you take the more excruciating it is. You hear heels click on the floor rushing to you. It’s your guidance counselor. She screams for you to stay awake and to not sleep but you can’t hear her well, you can’t really see well either. Everything is blurry.

The last thing you feels is your body being shaken and the odd sound of muffled yelling and the beeping of a number being dialed.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

You wake with a ache in your head, no it’s not there, it’s everywhere.

You try to sit up straight but the physical pain you feel is so raw you let out a gasp.

“Careful.” A stern voice states from your side. You turn your head to see that it’s none other than Jacob Magnolia, the father to Valery. “What were you thinking trying to commit suicide like that? Twenty of your bones have been fractured and two broken.”

“I didn’t—“

“Please, quiet. When your guidance counselor saw you on the ground do you know who she was with?” You shake your head. “Well, I guess that is to be expected. She was with my daughter. My little girl had to watch an almost dead body.”

“But sir that isn’t my fu—“ Dr. Jacob puts his finger to your mouth to silence you.

“Enough, I already have enough patients to deal with.” It was then that the door to your room creaked open and a girl tepidly stepped inside.

“Daddy? Are you in there? Um, are they alright?”

Well fuck.

Of course, it has to be Valery Magnolia barging into the room like this.

“They’ll be just fine darling. Do you mind watching over them for a bit? I have to check on some of my other patients.” Valery moves inside the room and sits by a chair close to your bed.

“Sure, I don’t mind.” Valery’s dad thanks her before stepping out of the room. It is now that she turns to look at you. “Are you alright?”

“Do I look alright? Twenty-two of my bones are fucking gone.” Your voice is dread-filled but funny enough it actually made Valery chuckle.

“They aren’t gone, they are just damaged. They’ll be fine in a couple of months. You can trust me on this.” She gives you a genuine smile.

“Lucky me.” Your voice is muffled but you didn’t really care.

“Do you want some water? I can get you it.”

“Trust me, the only way I’ll be able to have fluids circling my body is through feeding tubes. There is absolutely no way of my standing up, you can trust me on this, I’ve tried.” Again, you’ve managed to get Miss Popular to laugh.

“Well, I can tell you I’ll try my best to make you as comfortable as I am able. My name is Va—“

“Valery yes I know. And I guess this is where I tell that my name is Y/n.” She looks almost taken aback, almost.

“I didn’t know you already knew of me. Can I ask how? We’ve never met each other before.” For the first time meeting her, you wanted to slap her across the face.

“You literally saw my bleeding body on school grounds which should tell you that we are from the same school. Also, I have you in four different periods, and that's besides lunch. But I guess since you’re so popular and loved you don’t have time to notice the background of things. Am I right?” Valery’s lips creased into a thin line before she tried to force them into a lukewarm smile.

“I didn't know you felt so strongly about my reputation at school. But that doesn’t matter now, does it? You’re injured and I’ve already told you I’ll do anything to ensure your maximum comfort. And don’t be weary, I have quite an extensive knowledge of medicine and the human body. You’re in safe hands, I promise.”

“Are you sure about that?” Valery places a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to give comfort.

“Let’s not be so hasty to one another, besides it’s the first-way ticket to a sour relationship and I don’t feel in the mood to create an association like that. So please, for my sake and yours let’s be cordial with one another.” as she says this her hand is still in place.

“Will you agree to stop touching me if I agree to let you be my temporary ‘doctor.’” Valery nods her head enthusiastically.

“Fine. But only for a week and then I would like a certified doctor to care for me, for my peace of mind.”

“Of course.”

The first day Valery comes into your room, she comes with a feeding tube. You didn't expect her to take you so seriously but then again you weren't exaggerating so you don't mind.

“You said you needed these? Please be still while I attach this to you.”

“Won't I have to go under for that?” Valery simply gives a tight smile.

“No, not for this case. Anyways, won’t you be good and be still while I apply this to you?” You vehemently cringe internally. But you ultimately let her.

“Good.” She whispers. “I want to ask, how was your life like at school? I mean, since I am considered popular and student body president I had a lot of pressure and work to do. I wonder what it’s like for you, for someone so…average.” You seriously don’t think she’s talked to anyone that wasn’t obscenely rich.

“Well, uh, I guess it was normal? Um, I didn’t do anything. I mean I went to some after-school clubs but fewer than one-fourth of the school knew me. But I didn’t care about popularity I had my people and family and I was doing pretty good in class so I didn’t care. But my friends sure did care about you.”

“Really?” Valery’s ears perked. “What do they say, what do people say about me?”

“Well, most of them just gawk at the floor you walk on, I don’t think they're above licking your shoes for you.”

“Gross.” She states, you agree.

“Others…well others are indifferent. They don’t care about you nor do they want to. Did you hear about the rumor of you killing some of your patients from performing surgery on them?” Valery goes rigid.

“Really? Who said this about me?”

“Oh um, no one in particular, just something I heard while walking the hallway.” You lied.

“Well, what do you think of me?” You can almost feel her hold her breath as in waiting for your response to decide if she should continue or stop.

“Well, I guess a day ago I would say that you were just a snobbish prude.” You can see her visibly wince, “but after what happened yesterday I see you as a more humble person, I think. Um, I guess you're cool.” Valery breathes a sigh of relief.

“I’m glad.” She murmurs.

On the second day, Valery comes with a care package.

“Tada! All my friends have pitched in to make this for you.” You can’t move your body yet so you try as best as you can to see with your eyes. “Oh no no! Don’t push yourself Y/n, here just lay there and I’ll show you one by one what’s inside. When you are perfectly healthy you can take it for your own. Hm? Yeah?” You have no energy to decline so you just accept it. But instead of sitting in a chair, Valery decided to sit next to you on your bed.

“You’re pretty when you sleep.” She says absentmindedly but when she notices the concern in your eyes she elaborates. “Daddy had some tweezers here he needed and I opted to help, it was then that I saw you asleep. Not to sound creepy but you’re a nice sleeper.” She creeps into the care package and pulls out plushie after plushie and decorated them on your bed.

“There! Now, whenever you sleep a piece of me will always be there to take care of you, as a true doctor would.” You nod slowly, trying to follow whatever the hell she’s saying. But then you notice her looking glum.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure I guess.” She propositions herself so that she looks directly at you.

Her voice is unsure, “a-am I a whore?”

Well, you weren’t expecting that.

“It’s just, sometimes I hear from my friends that some of the kids at school think I’m a whore because I have a lot of guy friends. Hell, even my boyfriend is getting agitated by it.”

“Is he getting agitated at you or at what they're saying?” Her eyes widen as if no one has ever asked her that. “Because trust me, If your boyfriend decides to believe the rumors instead of you then he isn’t worth it. I mean, If you were my girlfriend I’d put you above all else. Don’t settle for what you know you don’t deserve.” She regards you for a moment. Like static electricity, never once blinking. If you weren’t too busy looking at the big blue teddy bear you may have gone a little spooked.

“And to answer your other question, I think we all are whores. It may not be for sex but it is for something. My friend is a whore for cigarettes and I am a whore for breaking the rules and seeing how far I can go without getting in too deep shit. I can’t exactly say what you are a whore for, but if it’s what your thinking then no. I don’t think you go after guys just for the sex they offer. Not anymore.” Valery grabs a fistful of the bed sheets and clenches them around her hands. She has to take deep and protracted breaths to prevent herself from crying tears of relief.

“Thank you Y/n, thank you so much.”

“It’s whatever.”

“No.” She reaches to take your arm in hers. “It means a lot to me, thank you.” She looks unsure of whether to say her next sentence or not, but when she looks at you and realizes how badly she wants this she can’t help herself.

“Can I hug you? Y/n, can I please hug you?”

“Valery do you still not realize I have twenty-two Broken bones, if you hug me no matter how light it was I think you would break a few more.”

“Two broken bones” she clarifies, “you have twenty fractured bones and two broken bones. Remember?”

“Yeah yeah same shit.” Valery can’t help but smile.

“Then can I stay here, for a few more minutes with you?” When she realizes she’s getting no response from you she looks at you worriedly only to have her tense muscles relax to see your sleeping face. She told you, you had a pretty face while sleeping. When she looks at you urges so raw bubbles in her stomach. But she holds herself back, no, now is not the time.

Valery is not stupid. She knows that the feelings she feels for you is far from normal, but she doesn’t care. She could care less when she has you to worry about. It’s officially been two weeks since you’ve been in the hospital and though it may be selfish to say but Valery has been enjoying every second of it. She appreciated the bond you’ve formed with her and she is delated in the process of taking care of you.

She almost wishes you were like this forever!

Now, Valery is standing at a porch, her hands knocking on a door. She’s knocked on this door many times before but today seems to be different. And she is giddy about it. The door creeks as orange heels step into the frame.

“Dante, I didn’t expect for you to have a shoot right now.”

“If you become as famous as me, you won’t have time to be free. Every hour there is a new shoot, and right here and now I’m wasting my time with you.” That’s Dante for you.

“I want to speak with Jaydee.” She gives Valery an odd look. “Is something wrong.” She shrugs.

“Is that all? Just Jaydee? What happened to: Scrumpie-pumpkin, Sugar-cakes, Snuggluffagus, Tubba Wubba or—“

“That is enough.” Again Valery is restraining everything in her to not lunge at Dante. “This is important.”

“Well you aren’t going to speak with him today, he’s helping this new kid tutoring.” Valery can feel her teeth clench. Yes that new kid, Jaydee’s friend Oscar made a bet with him to see how long he could get them to fall for him.

“Then do you mind telling him this?”

“Make it quick, I only have so much time to get to my shoot.”

“Im breaking up with him, I’ve found someone much better.” She can feel herself foaming at the mouth.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

She should feel ashamed.

Today is the day of your discharge. Your bones have finally healed but Valery doesn’t want this to end. She doesn’t want to stop doting on you. Which is why she asks you a proposition.

“Go on a date with me.” You almost choke on your coffee.

“Say what?”

“Go on a date with me.” When seeing your expression she immediately goes to try and justify it. “You know b-because we hung around each other these past few months. You don’t even have to see it as a date, just a um, parting gift?”

“Valery, I see you tomorrow at school. It’s not like I’m a vulture, I’m not going to disappear.”

“I-I know that! Just come to my house, oh uh, let’s go 7:30pm huh? We can watch a movie or something, your choice!” She gives you a beaming smile in a sly chance to waver your answer in her favor.

“Okay sure, fine.”

She feels a sigh of relief. Before you know it she’s tackling you in a hug, her face squished against your cheek. If you cared to notice, you would realize how closer her lips were to your mouth, and how tight her hold was on you.

“Oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you! I promise you won’t regret this!”

You did

When Valery told you she lived in an apartment down Boulevard Street you expected her to be living in one unit. But then again this is Boulevard Street, home to all the filthy rich people. So imagine your surprise when you realize that Valery lives in all the units! Like, each unit has a different purpose! It wasn’t until one of the guards that guarded the main entrance told you that the apartment complex is the Magnolia’s family personal estate. All of it.

What was the point of a humungous garage then?

It seemed the guard already knew of your relation to Valery, considering how ready he was to help you. He leads you up the stairs, which again, you don’t understand why you couldn’t just use the darn elevator.

“Right this way.” He leads you to the first door on the eleventh floor.

“Thank you.” You smile and knock on the door.

It was already open.

You don’t seem to mind or be concerned considering the number of guards and protection in this place. If you lived here you wouldn’t even feel the need to lock the door! You step inside and are taken aback at how beautiful and spacious and how wondrous everything is.

“Lady Magnolia is in her bedroom, to the left.” You point your gaze that way and you can definitely tell that it is Valery’s room. The handle is pink, which you learned is her favorite color, and there is a picture on her door. Before you approached it you merely thought it was a portrait of her friends altogether but upon closer inspection you’re horrified to see that it’s you. The picture is of you in the hospital bed, sleeping. On the paper, there is an outlined word in all caps: MINE.

You open the door without a second thought. Stepping inside you see that her wall(s) is covered in pictures of you! Some of the photos are photoshopped, indulging in the idea of you…dating her.

You feel bile creeping up your throat.

You then walk to her desk, that too is covered in pictures and pictures of you. This time you actually vomit a little when you notice some pictures of Valery fondling breasts/crotch. There is no way this could be legal.

It is now that you notice definite CDs on her bedroom floor. You notice a DVD drive on her bed, and her laptop there too. You rush gathering the CDs in your hand and hopping into the bed. You were no expert but if Valery showed this much infatuation with you then you don’t think it would be above her to alter her life completely and the pursuit of you. Which is why you typed your name as the password.

……SIGHING IN.

You cannot believe that this is happening to you.

Quickly you plug the CDs into the DVD drive and the. Into the computer.

Perhaps you were just too stunned because you couldn’t stop watching, from file to file you watched everything that Valery would do while you were unaware of everything taking place. You genuinely thought she could’ve been a friend to you.

You hear footsteps

It’s already too late to hide what you have been doing

“Y/N…�� you’ve never turned your head faster in your life.

“Valery—“

“I can e-explain!” You definitely want to see how that would play off.

“How are you going to justify fucking yourself on my hospital gown!” Valery is caught off guard, she didn’t expect you to see that. “You can’t explain it, can you? That’s why you’re so despondent.”

“No!” She hurriedly replied.

“Oh yeah? Then how do you explain the pictures? Huh! How do you explain every single one of your walls being covered in pictures of me! How do you explain that!”

“I had to!” She cries, cornering you into a wall. You can see tears prick her eyes. Her arms are on each side of you, barricading you. She stutters as she says, “You have no idea what it was like! I-I needed you with me—I still need you with me! Never, have I felt so genuinely cared for by another person before you! I n-never could have let you go even if I wanted to. P-please Y/N, try to understand my point of view. I-I love you.”

You slap her across the face.

“Bullshit!” You take a step closer to her, but she doesn’t budge, intent on keeping you enclosed like this. “I heard about the rumors of you and Jaydee breaking up,” you take anther look at the bedroom “but honestly I think your just using me to get over him—“

“That isn’t true! I was the one to break things off with him, and I did it because I wanted to be with you!” She withdrew her hands from the walls and went to cup your face. “I never felt so sure of something in my life before, but I knew, I just knew that you are the one for me. A-and in time I’m positive I’ll be the one for you! We can even operate on patients together—“

“Fuck no!” You push her off of you. “Why would I ever think of becoming lovers with you, especially now? You-you’ve done so many terrible things to me while I was asleep. You violated my body!”

“No I didn’t! I made love to you before we could do it consciously together! I couldn’t help myself, I needed you so badly and I wanted to make you feel good too so I guess I got a little carried away but I never violated you!”

“That is literally one of the ways you could violate someone! Using their body without their knowledge or consent! Have you gone crazy Valery?” It’s now that she breaks into harrowing smile.

“If it’s for you then yes.” You shake you head disgusted at her.

“I can’t believe you, I thought we were friends!”

“We are! We can continue to still be friends! And something’s more! I know you love me Y/N, you’re just too scared and timid to admit it. I know you are!”

“You are actually psycho!”

“No I’m not!” You shake your head, looking at the door you devise a plan. But Valery is already two steps ahead of you.

“Don’t you dare think about—“ you dash to the door as fast as you can but fall to your knees from a sharp pain. When looking back to Valery, you notice a rifle on her hands, how she got it you’ll never know.

You wake with a searing pain in your head. You realize you’re strapped onto a rather comfy cot with a body next to you huddling for warmth. It’s then do you realize it’s Valery. You try to scream but there is a gag in your mouth. You also realized that you’ve been completely changed of clothes.

Valery stirs from her supposed sleep.

“Your awake.” She murmurs, you glare. “You must still be mad at me…” she seems genuinely disheartened by it. “I know there isn’t much I could say to soothe you, but, Baby you know I would die without you right? So don't leave just yet.”

Well with you bound up like this you have no chance of ever going to!

“You must wonder where we are, it’s another unit in the Apartment complex that my parents use for extra patients. Actually there are several units for that but this one is specially for you.” She seems hesitant before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. She seems quite happy with herself.

“Ahh, I’ve waited ages to do that!” She snuggles closer to you. “Please understand this is all for you.” It seems to get harder and harder for you to believe that.

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did u know ao3 has no jesper x male fics??? IT IS ABSOLUTELY CRIMINALLL 😭😭😭😭

can i pls req a jesper fluff 🤭🤭 i dont rlly have a preference for how u do it, just like playful flirting and confessions 🫶🏼

thank you :)

Light of The Moon- J.F x Male! Reader

Okay, judging by your comment about ao3, I went ahead and made this an x male! reader and it is pretty damn fluffy lol. I'm sorry that this took me like, two weeks, I just couldn't figure out how to start this for the life of me and only after I figured it out did I proceed.

I hope you like this one! I leaned more into the confession aspect then I did the flirting because I cannot write anything better than half decent flirting for the life of me, but I hope you like this if you read it kind nonnie.

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- mentions of lungs being given away (Jesper says he would've given his left lung up) mentions of blades, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption. I'm also tired and this is largely unedited but we die like matthias in this house

Spring was an odd, but a lovely, time of year. It was the in between as far as weather was concerned. Some days called for rainstorms, others were humid and breezeless, though more often than not, it was a perfect blend of the two extremes.

That day, the day that Jesper graced your door with a candle, some tea, and a few good books, it was rainy. You could hear the pitter-patter of rain against the window that stood two feet above your bed and was connected to the ceiling, and you'd let it be the soundtrack to your routine that day.

Waking up and eating two of the cinnamon buns you'd bought from a bakery in the Geldcanal, not far out from where Wylan had lived with his mother.

Brushing your teeth, showering, getting dressed, grabbing your umbrella and your bag and getting a ride on a cheap coach to the University District, where you took your classes and ignored the intense headache that kicked in halfway through your day. Going home, doing a few hours behind the bar at the Crow Club.

The rain still continued close to eleven bells, after you'd grabbed your cheque for two weeks of work from Kaz and when Jesper showed at your door, two teas in hand, a candle, lighter, and a few books in a satchel draped over a shoulder.

"Mind if I steal your company for a bit, love?"

You scoffed. "You needn't flirt with me, Jesper, not if company is your goal," you said. "I would legitimately drop everything just to hear you laugh, so the flirting isn't necessary."

It was Jespers turn to scoff. "Well then, as far as flirting is concerned, it seems you've become my competition."

"Loser goes against Nina," you suggested as Jesper passed you the tea he'd grabbed. Jespers face showed horror for a moment before he relaxed.

"She'd beat us in a minute," he said. "No chance either of us would win that fight. I think I watched her make eyes at a pair of boots she liked once."

You laughed, took a sip of the tea Jesper had brought along. "Thank you for the tea, by the way. Needed it more than I thought."

Jesper only shrugged in response, incredible grin coming to his face easily.

"It's no problem, love," he said, the grin turning into a smirk. He'd been using that nickname for you since you'd known him, claiming he liked the way it made you flustered.

You'd taken that for what it was, chosen to remain selectively oblivious every time he used it and your heart gave a funny flitter in response.

"I've missed you," Jesper spoke into the silence. "Kaz has had me swept up in jobs and—"

You accidentally cut Jesper off with a nod. He'd been swept up in jobs for Kaz, you'd been swept up trying to graduate from university in one piece as midterms approached and your workload grew more by the day. A literature degree, as it turned out, was not all that you hoped it would be. It wasn't anything short of difficult and it was nothing if not occasionally mildly inconvenient.

"I've missed you more," you said. "Academia, especially in lit, is not easy. I regret this degree sometimes. Miss the jobs, the thrill of it."

Jesper laughed. "Ah, so you miss the jobs more than me?"

You shook your head. Jesper was your best friend, the guy who you'd been in love with since you enrolled in at Ketterdam University and met him in your first week. The jobs may have been worth it because of the money, but ultimately, jobs be damned.

You'd gotten the degree so that you wouldn't be reliant upon crime-based income as it were after having lived as a member of the Dregs for nearly a year and a half when you'd enrolled. But, there was a part of you that knew you'd happily give the degree up if it meant you never had to go more than a week without seeing Jesper, without hearing his jokes and responding to his quips with wit quicker than a blade.

"Never," you said. "I've missed you like hell, though. Seriously. I've missed you much it's not even funny."

Jesper laughed as he lit the candle, and an easy conversation went on. Jesper discussed the job that he'd just been on, and in turn, you discussed the mundanities of university life.

"I came round to talk about something," Jesper said after a few moments had passed, taking a sip of his tea absentmindedly. You took a sip of yours, dread filling you from head to toe.

"Anything good?" You asked.

"Depends on if you feel the same way," Jesper said, a nervous laugh prickling at the end of his sentence. "I uh—silences have never really been my forte, as you've been able to guess. I don't know when it happened, but we've known each other so long and it just kind of did, and I understand if you don't—"

A grin spread on your face before you could stop it. "Are you in love with me, Jesper Fahey?"

"Am I that easily read?" Jesper asked.

You grinned, shrugging. "I've loved you since I saw you at the Boeksplein on my first day at campus," you said. "I saw you and I just thought that—"

Jesper blinked. He'd recalled turning, meeting your gaze and silently recognizing you when he saw you maybe a week and a half later at the Slat, brandy in hand as you poured over something from your course load. He remembered striking a conversation about it, too.

"I watched you take notes on the book you were reading for a classic lit division my first night at the Slat," Jesper recalled. "I remember. I approached, started a conversation, and I fell in love almost right off the bat. It was the brandy that got me, I think. Brandy shows good taste."

You laughed a bit as Jesper came to sit to your right. "That night?" You asked. "I looked a mess that night, and you fell in love with me then?"

"You didn't look a mess," Jesper disagreed. You remembered that night in near perfect detail. You'd been wearing a Ketterdam University jumper that all first years got in the welcome kits they were given at the campus entrance, a maroon colored one with gray sweatpants. Your hair was a mess from running your hands through it so much, your fingertips stained with ink by the time that Jesper had approached.

"I absolutely did, Jes," you disagreed.

Jesper thought on it for a few moments. "All right," he said. "I concede. You looked a mess."

You nodded your agreement.

"But you were quite the mess that day," Jesper said. "The sight of you sent me into a gay panic that Inej made fun of me over, and I think right then I would've given my left lung just to kiss you."

You laughed, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

"I really would've," Jesper said. "Still would, I think."

"You don't have to give anything up to kiss me," you said. "The feeling is mutual, seriously."

Jesper grinned, and you pulled your forehead off his shoulder, standing and setting the to-go mug of tea you held onto your dresser. Jesper did the same, and then you both were leaning in.

"May I?" Jesper asked.

You grinned, nodding as your arms came to rest on either of his shoulders where his wrapped around your waist. "Jesper, I have waited for you to kiss me for four years. Please do."

And then his lips were on yours and you were so happy that it felt almost earth shattering, contentment flowing through you like it never had.

He pulled away, grinning. "I love you," he whispered, lips still ghosting yours. "I have loved you as long as I've known you."

"Ditto," you whispered, and he was laughing, and your lips were on his again and you were so content that it was almost dizzying.

You spent the remainder of the night in each others company, the both of you exchanging kisses and talking in the light of the moon. You felt like your life was perfect, and you wouldn't've had it any other way

[imperfectercell]

hi i rambled about cells biology on discord yesterday. heres some stuff i said unedited

-this man is so fucked up. hes a hidden eye picture of normalcy with the most fucked up tapestry underneath

-it is a Miracle that he is alive and stable. tbh i still love the positing i read in one fic tht at he Wasnt stable. those genetics and power mixing in him was basically a ticking time bomb for his body to start collapsing. if gohan didnt kill him, he was going to turn into mush and exo skeleton sooner or later. which i dont normally ascribe to but its Good

-cells feet. unfortunately have to talk about them. not actually shoes, but closely interconnected plates with two forward toes and a small back toe, able to bend and grip. they go pachik pachik

-cells skin. very cold and not soft. softer than his shell for sure but still harder than human skin. kind of uncomfortable, unless its the summer and ur hot. similar to the purple/blue material inbetween his segments tbh, which while it Is softer and a goko place to aim to harm, is also considerably hardy

-hes kind of a pain in the winter, bc hes Very cold and refuses to admit it

-there isnt a Ton of feeling he gets from his carapace, most of his nerve points are strongest in places like his face, neck, eyes, and hands, and the connective tissue of his wings. otherwise a lot of stuff he barely even notices. it sort of makes touching those spots Extra weird for him bc every other touch is usually dulled down or impacted by a natural shield of ambient ki. so a gentle touch is something hes weirded out by. he just doesnt even experience touch and texture like that often.

-if it werent for his rapid rate of regeneration. hoo boy. hed be in a Lot of trouble. his body alone could never keep up with the amount of upkeep and combining

[yeahiwasintheshit]

Jeanne Dielman, 23, quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles

so some magazine, sight and sound, named Jeanne Dielman, 23, quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles the GREATEST FILM OF ALL TIME, last year. i hadnt heard of it before and found out its actually on hbomax right now, and decided to watch it. well it isnt... the greatest film. i dont know sight and sound but clearly they are either trolling or theyre the pretentious film snobs types, and being an art school faggot, i kinda loved it too. its by no means the greatest film ever tho. its just not. people will absolutely hate this, and tbh maybe that makes me love it more. but its pure film snob wankery. LOOOOONNNNGGGGG boring static unedited shots of this woman, jeanne dielman, making meatloaf, folding her sons clothes, washing dishes, getting dressed, sitting, getting undressed, walking to the store, taking a bath, reading a letter, dusting, buttoning up her housedress, waiting for the elevator, making breaded veal cutlets, waiting on the elevator, fixing her bed, eating dinner with her son, drinking coffee, wondering if the milk went bad, peeling potaotes, shining her sons shoes, buying groceries, prostituting herself... all very common boring housewife things. and all these scenes were shot with the camera LOCKED DOWN. not one zoom or close up in the whole french movie. yes, its also in french with subtitles, but dont let the language barrier dissuade you from watching it because in the whole 3 hours and 20 minutes of the movie, there may be 18 minutes total of dialogue. its mostly a silent film. a 3 hour and 20 minute silent film, and if you think: silent film... it must has a nice score? no. nope. no score/soundtrack whatsoever. just lots of sound of jeanne dielman’s heels on the hardwood floors tho. lol and even with all that i watched every damn minute of its 3 hour and 20 minute run time, waiting to see what was going to happen next. i didnt pick up my phone once. i didnt even fall asleep. part of the reason was the lead actress, Delphine Seyrig, who really made the movie worth watching. she has the film presence thing... i dont know. captivating to watch. the movie starts with a hook that keeps you waiting to see what is going to happen next. this woman clearly has a very strict rigid life, where daily tasks are repeated exactly the same over and over and over again. her life is on a loop day in and out. and once you see the cracks in that regimented life, things... change... for her, and you start to wonder how someone who lives so precisely can handle change. i wont say anything to spoil, but this worked on me. i was with jeanne dielman the whole way through. loved it.

[sailoryooons]

Just a question. I feel like your works are largely unedited. Is there a reason? It just feels frustrating as a reader when authors dont bother to edit their work lol

Hi anon - so I mean I can't speak for all the writers on this platform but I can speak to my personal experience editing my own stuff. I can assure you that it isn't born of laziness or not caring about the quality of my work, it is quite literally rooted in my worst quality as a writer: insecurity.

Insecurity might not actually be the right word but it's the one I'm going to use. I have a very weird relationship with my writing, that the longer I spend on a work, the more I start to loathe it, especially if it's something particularly difficult to write.

Additionally, if you've read most of my stuff, you see how long a lot of my things are. When I finish a fic after usually hours and thousands of words, I am suddenly in the editing stage and there is nothing more that gives me absolute anxiety than the thought of editing. Also - most of my unedited is my early fics or the ones that are like 20k words. I'm pretty lucky that 9/10 my more recent fics are beta read by @here2bbtstrash and I know those have no errors because M is perfect, but beyond M, I don't have someone who beta reads for me. It's a huge ask for people who are often also writers to stop their own fics and read 20k words for you.

One thing I have learned about myself: the more editing I do, the more I start re-writing the work. I have delayed so many fics this way. Editing is the reason that Chapter IV of Carved took so long. I was writing and erasing thousands of words at a time over and over again because when I went back to edit, I had fallen completely out of love with what I had written.

When I say I don't edit - I do use Grammarly and Spell Check and I make all those changes, and I do skim while going through those checks. I don't think that my fics are largely unreadable - someone can tell me if they are - but it's sheerly based on the fact that, currently where I am at in my relationship with my own writing, not stopping to read-edit my own works is the lesser of two evils, which is me re-writing a fic over and over again.

I understand as a reader it can feel like a writer doesn't care when they don't edit closely, but I just... it's my own thing to work on and something to try and get better at. It's not because I don't want to or think I don't need to. It's because the editing process makes me not want to post.

*Note: anyone who has ever sprinted with me or written in a collab with me can attest that 98% of my fics are not written over several days or weeks. They are typically written in a span of over 2-3 days in which I write thousands of words in a few hours. This is part of why at the end of a fic I don't even want to look at it.

Also I write for free on Tumblr dot com so I am always going to pick the route that gives me less anxiety I'm sorry

[ao3feed--reylo]

the breeding clinic

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6I3cTSi

by foesandlovers

After a deadly viral outbreak twenty years prior, eighty percent of the male population of Jakku has been decimated. In an effort to repopulate, the government introduces "breeding clinics"; safe establishments employing virile men from all over the galaxy as sperm donors.

Though it happened when Rey was still a little girl, she's now twenty-six and she's ready for a baby of her own.

In walk Dr. Ben Solo and Dr. Kylo Ren. They're intimidating and only work as a duo. But Rey wants the best odds on her side and the clinic's website promised her they were the best of the best.

...She has no idea what she really signed up for.

___

 WARNING: BULLSHIT MEDICINE, DO NOT TAKE ANY OF THIS SERIOUSLY OR AS AN ACCURATE DEPICTION OF REAL-LIFE MEDICAL PRACTICES — I'M MAKING SHIT UP AS I GO FOR THE SAKE OF GOOD SMUT.

IMPORTANT: Mentions of child loss/miscarriage, difficulty conceiving/infertility and child neglect. Take care of yourself, okay?

I'm still writing this so I have no idea where it'll take me but what I do know is that it'll be short and hella smutty. Buckle up.

This is unedited, so bare with me until I can revisit it.

Words: 3439, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Kylo Ren, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Breeding, mfm, Medical Kink, Mild Lactation Kink, Kylo Ren and Ben Solo Tag Team Rey, No they're not the same person here, I know it doesnt make sense but let's pretend it does, inappropriate use of the speculum, Lots of Cum, NIpple stimulation, wild medicine that makes no sense and is very inappropriate alright, gotta make sure it takes, Squirting, Loss of Virginity, men have kinda gone extinct and now we gotta repopulate Jakku, Doctor/Patient, Sperm Donors, Rose is briefly mentioned living her best life, gapping, tag teaming, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, Impregnation, impregnating the good ol fashion way, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Fisting, Double Vaginal Penetration, Anal Sex, Anal Play, Dildos, intrusive medical exam, Medical Examination, Reylo - Freeform, I'll add the tags as I go, also im pretty sure my math is not mathing right now so dont look at it too closely, Alternate Universe - Star Wars Setting

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6I3cTSi

[vampirekilmerfic]

Reblogging for the second gif 🥵 and also because I banged out a very questionable stream of consciousness ficlet that's completely unedited and unbetaed.

Which, actually, is a good thing. I'm trying really hard to push myself to write more, and then to *actually post it somewhere*. If I go try and clean it up, edit, beta, whatever then the ugly voice in the back of my head will scream every inadequacy I have and it will NEVER get posted.

With all that being said; please do not feel obligated to read, like, or comment on this. This really is more an exercise in me just putting it out there like the steaming hot mess it is. 🖤

Edited to add: shoutout to @the-californicationist who inspires me constantly to daydream, write more, and be bold. Luv ya, babe.

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141 ends up partnered with another team for an op. Everything goes well, you're all riding the high of adrenaline and success in the transport truck

Not enough seats, so Price, the other team's captain, and Ghost are all standing holding on to the roof spars for balance.

You end up seated between two guys from the other team, across from Gaz and Soap

Dude on right is chill, happy. Dude on left? It quickly becomes obvious he's hoping to get some victory pussy from the only female on the op.

You roll your eyes, dont really engage with his bullshit, but dumbass decides his best option is to double down.

(Insert obnoxious come ons here)

*"Corporal!"*

Your back straightens, eyes locked on your Captain, slightly concerned by the harsh edge in his voice.

Staring you down, eyes no where else, he deftly maneuvers past Ghost to stand in front of you.

Instinctively you straighten even more, chin tilted far, far back to look up at his hulking form, your knees instinctively splaying wide till he's half standing between them.

His massive paw is suddenly grabbing your chin, fingers and thumb digging into the softness of your cheeks until your lips part from the pressure.

"*Open,*" he growls, the sound so deep its hard to hear over the rumble of the engines.

All the joking and chatter ceases around you as you feel hot flush of embarrassment staining your face. Your eyes never leave Price's, but you can well imagine the scene the two of you are painting.

You know what's about to happen, and you don't know what's worse; the audience, or just how damn wet you are.

You swallow hard, once, then relax your jaw and allow your mouth to drop open, tongue slipping out to rest on your bottom lip.

"The fu--" lover boy beside you is clearly shifting away in discomfort.

Above you, Price huffs out a grunt, sounding like his namesake bear, before leaning forward, leaning down.

You watch as his jaw works once, twice, then his mouth opens and he spits on your tongue.

You freeze, breathing through your mouth and nose trying to get enough air in, body shuddering at his display of dominance. Of ownership.

"*Swallow,*" he says, and this time the growl is even clearer in his voice, the threat more obvious.

You pull your tongue in, closing your mouth and your eyes. His hand slides down and rests over your trachea, and he can feel the movement in your throat as you follow his command.

You know what's going to happen next but you still wait patiently, riding the high of your own arousal so much you don't care how this looks or what anyone will say. The 141 already knows, and anyone else can fuck off. You have eyes only for Price. For *John*.

"*Show me,*" and his voice is pushing into that sated purr he gets after a good hour or two of sex. The same voice his pavloved your brain into associating with a job well done.

So you open again, tongue out, a spark of fierceness in your eyes because you know your trust in him and his orders will always keep you safe and earn you the highest praise.

He chuffs out a laugh, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"That's my good girl," he says, releasing your throat and leaning down to place an oddly gentle kiss on your forehead before standing fully again.

He turns, goes back to whatever he and Ghost had been discussing moments ago as if nothing happened. Behind them the other team's captain looks plain shellshocked.

But you only look across the aisle at Soap and Gaz who ate both smirking like cats who got a whole flock of canaries.

The other team remains silent for the half hour back to base, not one stupid enough to make another pass at you.

BARRY SLOANE as Joe 'Bear' Graves in SIX (2017—2018) Episode 2.03 Dua

[arlecchno]

IM SO GLAD YOURE ALSO LOVING SUMMERS FIC IM LIKE ACTUALLY SO IN LOVE WITH IT (insert me going batshit insane) alsooo do look forward to more stupid banter in the middle of supposedly serious situations , they are the best and there are more . stan mcs little water creations tbh

bleh , honestly all my other writing works are old and i think pretty shitty at this point but i can link you to some if you really want (or i could write you a short story / drabble , i feel like thatd be less embarrassing on my part lmao , lmk if you want that) about my games though ... 1 2 3(WIP) the first two are well over a year old now , plus primarily unedited , so dont mind any possible grammar mistakes or generally terrible story flow (i swear ive gotten better since these 😰) and the third was also created last year (for a school project) , im slooowly chipping away at finishing the code haha ...

I ACTUALLY COMMENT ON MY OWN DOCS AS WELL !!! there arent much of them because .. well i havent wrote much outside of my private dms LOL

i also think it is insanely fun to comment on my own work

aand ive contacted my friends (aka my two and only true loves /p /hj) about the kinnie thing .. and one of them sent me this to fill out

youre not wrong actually haha , am i that easy to read ?

im an ambivert , i dont like seeking out social interaction irl unless its one of my close friends or im just that bored , but i do get really loud / energetic when i am comfortable (i think you can tell that by how much goddamn energy i put into these asks) but my "social battery" still drains relatively fast i cant handle people very well lmao honestly , my and cynos reasoning for making our terrible jokes align a bit , although most people (apart from my irl friends apparently ???) dont find me intimidating , my main motivation when i slip in puns is to get people to laugh at how terrible they are , because im well aware theyre pretty bad (or all my friends just have the same broken sense of humor i do) . but yeah , i guess now theres two people on my genshin kin list now why do i kin both of the artificial humans in the game -

lets play a game where we ask eachother random questions , so its easier to end things off lol , got a window in your room ? if so , rate the view it has !

- jellyfish

yes the summers fic is so good thank you very much for recommending me it 😖🫶

AND YOOO THOSE GAMES ARE CUTE HAHA i liked nel and akira!!! also impressive how you did 2/3 of them in scratch,, i've had very little experience with it from like a few years back when i took a computing class and damn was it hard as hell 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so kudos to you man

glad i'm not the only one who comments on my own fics on docs LMAO and like you said, it's insanely fun!!!

the way that you're technically all of the above in the bingo 😭😭😭 and that drawing is sooo pretty!£8483£!!£! is that you or an oc of yours? (either way i've been eyeing it ever since i started typing here, hehe)

sooo i basically predicted what you're like irl?

i think for the most part it's because i'm a bit similar to you in some sort of ways, i'm only ever close with my closest friends and can get tired by interacting with people sometimes 😞 but the downside is that everyone finds me scary HAHA 😭😭 my friends had told me a bunch of times on how intimidating i look, when i really just have a normal expression on my face... apparently they said i always look like i have murder on my mind 🚶‍♀️

you now have another addition to the kin list, congrats 🤗

GREAT GAME!!! i do have a window in my room but it doesn't really have a great view... i'm currently living in a shitty apartment for the time being and the only thing i see from the window of my room is my neighbour's unit from my apartment complex 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ so i'd probably give it a 3/10 T-T

now, a question for you! what's the most silliest thing that you currently own? (it can be a purchased item, a gift you got, etc)

hope you're having a great day jellyfish ^^

[itsleese]

mess is mine | kuroo testurou x reader

warnings: 18+! mentions of sexy stuff & sugar daddy/baby dynamics, a cute lil kiss (this is angsty and SOFT DONT @ me)

wc: idk i wrote this in drafts lmao

also this is unedited pls ignore any mistakes for my ego’s sake

Kuroo thinks he’s clever, hiding his wealth.

He’s glad the thirty million he’s made over the last five years isn’t public knowledge. Sure, close friends and family know he's doing well, but not even they know the exact number. Doesn’t know how he’d feel if people found out, if they were pawing at him and demanding things of him the way they do his best friend.

But how? How did a suit jockey manage to set himself up for life before the age of thirty-five?

Stocks, baby.

But keeping his millionaire status a secret doesn’t mean he refuses to have fun, and this month, fun is you.

Fun is giving you his black credit card, watching as your government housing ass is turned into something unsustainable. Something covered in diamonds and pearls, lace and leather. It’s his schtick: buttering up needy, broke, pretty things, then dropping them after he’s had his fill.

At least, that’s how it has been.

You came completely out of left field, giving just as much as you take. Blowing him in his favourite chair while he reads the morning news, cooking him breakfast wearing nothing but the exxy lingerie set he bought you the day before, sending him very raunchy pictures while he’s at work.

What’s another month with the same girl? Who’s gonna tell him he’s breaking his own rules?

But a month turns into half a year, and he tells Kenma about you, gets an earful about how you’re playing him, and he should drop you. But it doesn’t feel right. He really likes you. You’re funny, sexy, smart. You're practically living with him already.

So he ends it.

Seeing you cry is something else, something he's not quite prepared for.

You get up, wipe your tears, look at him, “it’s,” you start, voice shaky. “It’s been fun, Tetsu,”

His heart lurches, but he keeps a straight face, stays in his chair. His armchair. The chair that used to be his reading chair; the chair that’s now going to be forever associated with you and your lips and your thighs, your sweet voice.

You don’t grab anything on your way out, just your bag— which is wrong because you have so much here— then you’re sliding on your shoes in the landing.

“I’ll send your things—“

“None of that’s mine, Tetsu,” you snap, a little angry, still crying. “That was ours— together.”

He tries to lighten the mood, “you think I’m gonna be wearing all those shoes?”

“No, but I’m sure your next hookup will,” you mumble, teary eyes fixed on your shoes.

“Hey,” he frowns as you fiddle with the strap of your heel, growing increasingly frustrated. He sighs, strides over to you and squats at your feet, deft fingers working on the intricate strap. “You weren’t a hookup—”

Bitter laughter and a sniffle ring out above him, “I know about all of your other sugar babies, Tetsu, I’m not an idiot.”

“You weren’t a hookup, I didn’t say they weren’t,” he sets your foot down and looks up at you. “I’ll send your things—“

“I don’t want them!” You’re probably close to hitting him with your handbag, your fingers unable to catch the tears before they fall. “They’re only going to remind me of you.”

That Tiffany necklace is next. The one he bought you himself. The one you've never taken off. You rip it from your throat, hold it out for him. He sighs as he stands, rubs the back of his neck to distract himself from the sick feeling in his stomach.

"Take it!" You demand, chewing your lip so it doesn't tremble. So he does.

You're gone, then, the slam of the door making Kuroo jump a little, amplifying the empty feeling in his chest. He sighs, head falling forward to rest against the door, silently doubting his decision.

*

He makes plans, finds new girls. But he also finds excuses not to meet them.

Instead, he accidently makes a new habit: gets himself comfortable and slides through his camera roll, through the pictures he has saved of you, cock in his hand, Rolex on his wrist, remembering you.

It changes him, not that he notices. It's Kenma who grows tired of his sighing, his moping, his snappy attitude.

"No,"

"You're going, we're all going; it's for 'old time's sake'," Kenma informs him, not looking up from his phone, "the villa's booked, no backing out now."

Kuroo sighs, again, "You booked it just then?"

"Mmhm," Kenma flicks him a small smile, and Kuroo's phone starts pinging. "And that'll be the group chat."

"Oh, for fuck's--"

*

The villa's right on the beach, and Kenma's invited all of their old buddies; the Nekoma team, Bokuto, Akaashi, Tsukishima, Hinata-- which is fine because the villa is a goddamn mansion. What he wasn't expecting, were the wives.

Wives.

"Kenma, what the fuck?" He hisses, pulling his best friend back by the strap of his duffel as the couples chatter and venture up the steps of the villa.

"Can't punish them because you can't find someone," Kenma shrugs, giving him a backwards glance. "I'm flying my girl in, too. Go find one from the beach or something if you're so lonely."

"Kenma, you know—" Kuroo starts, growing irritated.

Kenma snatches his bag, "go for a walk on the beach, Tetsurou.” He urges, walking away from him, leaving Kuroo frustrated and irritated.

"Oi—”

But as he walks, Kenma points to the pathway right of the villa, big sign reading "BEACH", and Kuroo knows he can't be bothered to deal with these couples— especially a newlywed Yamamoto— so, he kicks off his shoes and follows it, waving Bokuto off with a smile when he calls for him.

The beach itself is beautiful, and practically private, which Kenma knows. He knows the only people who use this stretch of beach are rich or famous or old, so why the hell would he say something as ominous as that?

He takes a few more strides out onto the beach, sees that there's a woman on a towel about twenty feet away, her back to him, eyes out at the ocean, rubbing sunscreen on her arms. Kuroo freezes, narrows his eyes at her.

At you.

He'd know the back of your head anywhere, the shape of your hair, the curve of your shoulders, of your back. What the hell are you doing here? What’s he gonna do—

A whistle rings out and he looks back, sees Kenma on the closest balcony, waving at him— no. Waving at you.

He watches as you wave back, smile lighting up your pretty face, his insides absolutely squirming in irritation and elation, confusion keeping his usually confident self rooted to that spot on the sand. Then you see him— your head tilting to the side, eyes narrowing— and you're getting off your towel, moving towards him.

Kuroo looks back to see if Kenma's still there— his heart thumping loudly— but he's gone, and you're approaching, looking like you're ready to chew him out.

"Why are you here?" You demand, stomping in the sand, looking far better than any of those pictures he's got saved.

He's surprised he can turn on the suave, "I'm here with some friends," he slaps on a grin, suppressing the need to get the hell outta dodge. "One of which you seem to already know, actually."

You blink then, glance up to where Kenma was standing, "how do you know Kodzuken?"

"Kodzuken?" His stomach lurches, brain working to connect the dots.

It’s you? You’re the girl he’s flown in to spend the week with him? You’re his girlfriend? He wants to be sick, wants the sand to swallow him up.

You?

"I won a week's holiday from him through his youtube channel,” you explain, hands on your hips, your eyes a little softer than before, shoulders less tense.

“Oh, thank god,” he whispers to himself, crouching in the sand, curled over, head in his hands, making himself as small as possible. He could cry, but for now he just needs to settle down, calm his pulse.

He hears you approach, then feels your hands on him, one on each shoulder. “Tetsu? What’s going on?” You ask, voice soft, hands giving him a squeeze.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, falling onto his ass, fighting back the tears pricking at his eyes. “I didn’t— I got scared, baby,” he whispers, cautioning a look at you through his fingers.

You’re on your knees, arms cradling your stomach, bottom lip snagged between your teeth, “I didn’t... I didn’t win anything did I?”

Kuroo shakes his head slowly, “Kenma... he does this kinda shit.”

You’re nodding then, looking at him with sad eyes. “Tetsu, I’m not mad at you,” you mumble. “I, uh, I guess I got ahead of myself? Technically I was just a sugar baby, too, and somewhere along the way I made myself believe—“

“No, baby, that’s— that’s because I wanted that too,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, your calm bringing him back down, your presence soothing. “I’m self destructive.”

You both sit there in silence, until the villa comes alive with music, the bass catching the attention of both of you.

“I... I didn’t find anyone else,” he admits, unable to look at you, his face and ears hot. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you left.”

“Tetsu, you have my number,” you say quietly, eyes on your fingers as you toy with your nails.

“You didn’t block me?”

Airy laughter, “as if I could block you,” you glance up at him, suppressing a smile.

“I love you,” he says, the words falling from his lips. You gasp, eyes wide, filling with tears. “That’s why I pushed you away; I was thinking about marriage, and how you’d look pregnant, what our kids would be like, and... I got scared. I’m sorry,”

You’re crying now, hands covering your eyes from his view, the sight filling him with the need to hold you.

“Come home, baby,” he whispers as he crawls over to you, wraps you in his arms and pulls you to his lap. “I miss you so much,” he presses kisses to your hair, and you wrap your arms around his neck, bury your face in his chest. “Look, I’ve been such a mess, my best friend played matchmaker.”

“Tetsu, I missed you,” you sniffle, pulling away from him, your hands cupping his jaw. “I was so up—“

“‘m sorry,” he breathes, presses his lips to yours.

Applause sounds from the balcony, and he groans in embarrassment, wrapping his arms around you more tightly, breaking the kiss. “They’re actually children,” he groans, sparing them a glance, but you’re laughing, wiping at your tears with your thumbs.

“They’re not so bad,” you snivel, giving them a little wave over Kuroo’s shoulder, causing them to break out in applause again. “I, um... I love you too, Tetsu,” you whisper, pressing your lips to his again.

He deepens it, smiling into it as his friends cheer him on, your own little giggle warming his heart, melting away all that angst and sadness.

Fun’s got a new meaning for him now; it’s this. This is fun. Love.

[thiccchurro]

Bakusquad boys with a shy s/o

pairings: Ejiro kirishima x reader, denki kaminari x reader, sero hanta x reader, bakugo katsuki x reader

Ejiro Kirishima

-he loves your timidness becuz it gives him a chance to be more manly.

-letting you hide behind him? Yes.

-protecting you from people, social anxiety and, spiders? Yes.

-ordering for you at restaurants cuz that waiter looks intimidating??! 100%

-Introducing you to people your too shy to talk to and sliding “this is MY S/o.” in there? Please!

-loves to show you off because he knows your to shy to show yourself off.

-and making sure to remind you your gorgeous and deserve attention every single day is definitely a thing.

-if your easily flustered he’ll pepper you with kisses and compliments every time he sees you just to witness that adorable blush.

-”Your bedhead is stunning. Teach me your ways!!!” *proceeds to blow messy red puff out of eyes*

-”Your voice is so pretty, you really should speak up more”

-”omg Y/n your so gorgeous today I can’t even-” he says before dramatically pretending to faint.

-Secluded romantic picnics are a must.

-nothing outside of your comfort zone just because he’s that manly.

-lots and lots of hugs.

-All around the softest rock ever, pls love him back!

Katsuki Bakugo

-Say bye bye to  Tsundere Katsuki around shy Y/n

-Is cockiest when he’s in control

-Is the louder one/lead in the relationship

-therefore he’s a cocky brat whenever he’s around you.

-He’s gotta be strong y’know? Can’t let your shy adorableness get to him!

-If it does (through some miracle) he’ll tease you till’ you cant see through your blush, let alone see his

-whether your easily flustered or not, this boy has his ways of getting you all hot and bothered

-will totally hype you up about the smallest things

-that plus his built in megaphone equals your 24/7 personal motivation coach.

-having trouble speaking up? Will screech at all the extras until you have the stage.. but in a cool tough guy sorta way.

you don’t wanna ask for an extra fork at taco bell? DONT EVEN MOVE, they can hear him from the table.

-If his explosive squawking is bugging you, just tug on his shirt and let him know. He’ll try his absolute best to dial it down!

-That one time he complimented you while yelling at a chihuahua 

“OIIIIII GET OUT OF-”

 *lil dog barks* 

“GET OUT OF THE-”

 *obsessive yipping* 

“ARE YOU DONE YET?!?!?!?!” 

...

GET OUT OF THE ROAD!!!!!!!! MY DROP DEAD GORGEOUS S/O HAS A HAIR APPOINT-

*barks*

“GET OUT OF THE ROAD!!!! I SWEAR TO-”

-you dont even hear the rest.. to busy dying over the fact he’s flaunting you at a chihuahua

Denki Kaminari

-Thanks his lucky stars you were to shy to say no when he asked you to be his S/o. He thinks your wayyyyy to good for him.

-But hey, you said yes and he’s not letting you live it down

-found this way to mix teasing, joking, and complimenting you into one phrase and tortures you with it in the most wholesome way.

-if you hid behind him he’d either go full on tough guy, or short circuit, and he’ll be teasing you about it for the next two years.

-pls play with him! Gamer boy loves showcasing you and your adorable voice to his online friends, but the mic can stay off if your to shy.

-fall asleep on him while he’s gaming i dare you. He’ll leave the round or whatever to snap a few pics.

-You died when you saw it as his home screen a few days later.

- UMM 100% simp

-compliments you about legit everything. He’s super creative (?) about it too!

-“Baby, your fingers are looking absolutely amazing today”

-”Your ears are ridiculously cute!! they look perfect with those earrings” 

-Loves your shy reactions, and would kill to keep your timid lil self safe from harm- emotionally and physically.

-If your the easily flustered type, not only will he tease the living daylights outa you, but also will lean in close when he whispers something teasing in your ear, or randomly hug you from behind before carrying you bridal style to your next destination.

-I’m not kidding. This child will literally turn you into a permanent tomato.

-Basically, pikachu loves a good shy bean.

Sero Hanta

-will give you room to get better at social interaction but is totally all for your shy personality.

-compliments you (normally) at least seven to fifteen times per day. 

-knowing how shy you are, he’s super touched when you initiate a kiss, or tug his sleeve to lock hands, your just so adorable how are you even his?!

-those days when your out of school and your inwardly cringing at some stuff you did earlier so he comes up from behind and drags you into cuddling.

-basically there for you 150%, but laid back about it.

-will help you speak up, or get everyone’s attention for you.

-training buddies since your more comfortable around him.

-If somebody’s messing with you let him know pls, they'll apologize within the next several minutes.

-Teases you occasionally 

-”Sweetheart, i know im hot, but your staring.” he winks, “We’re on problem seventeen, page two.”

-”Your adorable when you eat chicken nuggets like there’s no tomorrow”

-let’s be honest, tape dispenser luvs you and how timid you are, but he’s not sparing you from experiencing what it’s like to be tinker bell entirely.

-despite your more quiet nature he can read when you need your favorite take out don’t even say anything. 

-already knows what you want from where, dont worry about having to talk to a stranger about what you want off the menu,

-Is a fan of at home movie nights and home cooked meals, nothing out of your comfort zone.

-Basically is a king worthy of you.

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hello spookyshai!! its cool if u dont want to, but i was wonderin if you'd elaborate on what you like about william? i just like thinking about/mentally rewriting westworld and its characters in my free time, and your fascination with william's got me fascinated, mostly bc i see him as a stinky bastard. so obvs you'd definitely have a more nuanced take on him, which i'd also like to develop for the imaginary westworld rewrite fic that i'm never going to write ;)) regardless if u answer or not, just wanted to say i'm a fan of your blog and i hope you're havin a good day!!

omg so first of all thank you so so much for sending this, especially asking unprompted about a character you don't even like and giving me a chance to explain my feelings about him which is just incredibly cool of you. i love and am obsessed with william so giving me any excuse to talk about him at length is like gifting me $1000. if you want to know more about my meta thoughts about him after reading this, (I'm gonna talk A Lot – sorry – but i can't possibly get through everything because he's just a very complicated guy and it's a very dense show), you can always look in my william tag. I have a lot of text posts about him, but I also often talk a lot in the tags of my own posts as well as reblogs. This is gonna be a lot of totally disorganized and unedited infodumping of a lot of different meta, but i've talked about all of it at length elsewhere too and I can also totally elaborate more if you have any specific questions (you could send another ask if you wanted, but also feel free to just message me about it anytime). I'll do my best not to get too emotional (lol) but it'll be tough because this character is so close to my heart. but I'll try!

this is a huge wall of text lol so i'll also be adding more bold and italics than i normally would just to make it a little easier to read.

so first of all let's be clear, he completely is a stinky bastard. he is a horrible, awful, faithless, pathetic specimen of a man. not liking him is totally justified. just wanted to get that out of the way. personally I think not liking anything for any reason is totally valid and justified, but there are certainly good reasons why a lot of people don't like william. he is not a good dude, at least not after a certain point. No one is obligated to relate to him, empathize with him, feel bad for him, whatever... like, no one's obligated to like anything, but especially this guy. sometimes people can get a little shirty about the fact that i do, like me liking him means i think they have to. I don't think that. I do love finding other william stans, and i am very unapologetic and open about my love for him, but him being widely hated makes complete sense to me.

sigh like why i love him so much though… it's kind of hard to even put into words. on one level it's just extremely personal, like, there are a lot of things about him that i really resonate with and identify with, although I know that sounds weird (it's definitely gotten some very shocked reactions before, lol). i'm a villain liker in general, i tend to be able to relate to those types of characters easily and it kind of takes a lot for me to really dislike one on a personal level (though that's true of any sort of character, i just tend to like the majority of the characters in any work that i genuinely enjoy regardless of how shitty they are – to me the only truly bad thing a character can be is annoying, like, the kind of annoying where you just want them off your screen). Characters being any degree of evil or shitty or problematic doesn't bug me at all, personally, I tend to feel no deep internal urge to have them 'held accountable' for the things they do, unless they exist in a narrative that genuinely doesn't seem to understand that they are in the wrong, which does irritate me when it happens. But anyway, I don't want to get too oversharey but there's definitely a very high level of just personal resonance to the character for me in terms of the kinds of conflicts he has, the things he struggles with, the dominant emotions of his life, etc. so that's part of it. also though he's just… a very complex and beautifully constructed piece of character work, so I also love him just on a technical level as a writer.

He has such incredible significance in the story too, being the thematic representative of humanity, both to dolores and to the wider narrative – his capabilities for good and evil are humanity's capabilities for good and evil, right. Dolores' opinion of humanity and feelings towards humanity are very colored by her opinion of him and her feelings towards him, and thematically their relationship is sort of a microcosm of the broader relationship between hosts and humanity and very much a central piece of the narrative. Even when it's out of direct focus it's being constantly referenced and pointed back to, such as with the caleb storyline in season 3 – caleb himself is basically one big callback to william in s3, parallels out the wazoo, and his function of turning around dolores' opinion on humans is very much related to him reminding her of william – hence why her storyline in season 3 ends with her remarking on how her memories of william as a young man indicate to her that humanity is capable of goodness, because caleb's capacity to choose echoes william's capacity to choose, caleb's goodness echoes william's goodness, it all goes back to that, etc.

So… I guess I'll just jump in lol. William's Thing, the fulcrum of his character, the main feeling or sentiment that underlies all of his evil actions and kind of his general turn away from the kind and gentle person he used to be, is alienation, right. He lives his whole life (as he tells dolores in 1x07) not fitting in anywhere, not making connections anywhere, not having any sort of community or any experience with love or companionship of any kind… he's just been totally alone and alienated his entire life. like, the closest thing he had to a friend was logan, and he hates logan. I think this is the major thing people miss about him – there's this perception that his turning evil was out of some form of entitlement, that he was just angry that this woman he liked didn't like him back and it's just an issue of wounded masculinity, but to me that completely misses the mark. Like yes wounded masculinity is a piece of his character (the way he performs and weaponizes masculinity in general is… really fascinating, I'll go into a bit more detail about it, but the kind of showy machismo that he displays is definitely a tool that he intentionally developed for his own use rather than a really integral part of who he is) but it's not at all the core emotion happening there.

To William, Dolores was not only a person he was in love with or a person he was attracted to. She was also his first and only genuine human connection ever. She was his first true friend, she was his first love, she was the first suggestion anywhere in his life that it was even possible at all for him to experience a sort of deep mutual understanding and care, that somebody could actually genuinely see him and let him see them. He literally just had not ever experienced any level of real emotional intimacy before, which is a feeling i actually think a lot of people relate to if they grew up feeling very lonely. And then ultimately not only was that relationship taken away, but it was kind of retroactively deleted. When he saw her again back in sweetwater, his thought was not, "i don't have this relationship anymore," but "i never had this relationship," and further, "the single person i've ever thought i could have this kind of relationship with is actually not capable of having any kind of relationship with anyone, including me, and i literally just made all of this up in my head." After losing Dolores he is not just sad and lonely – he literally comes to the conclusion that he can never have any kind of intimate human connection or be genuinely loved, ever, because the one person in his entire life he thought he connected with is not even a person at all, but just a thing. It's very much a rug pull moment on a level that's hard to describe, it kind of takes some thought-experimenting to get to that emotional place because it's a level of shock and hurt and betrayal and like, paradigm-shifting that most of us don't regularly experience (which I think might be part of the reason why a lot of people don't seem to really understand his character or be able to parse what's going on with him emotionally). Suffice it to say it's a wound deep enough that he was pretty much never going to recover from it.

After that happens he is completely destabilized, he loses all sense of meaning and self, and he never gets a grip on it again. He had totally reconstructed his idea of his life to include the genuine possibility of meaning, and meaningful relationships, when he met Dolores. And with the loss of her, all of that suddenly went away and he basically was just left with nothing. So that alienation that he grew up with is now not just a part of his life, not just a thing that he suffers from, but he starts to feel that it's inherent to him and that it comes from him, which is partly why we start getting all the anti-social behavior he displays later in life. He develops and kind of fosters that lack of empathy in himself not because he's truly incapable of empathy (as we see when he's a young man and at a couple of later points here and there, he is in fact very capable of it) but because he feels fundamentally cut off from other people – he can't reach them and they can't reach him.

So that fundamental sense of alienation is really what informs 90% of the things he does after that point. He starts building this persona, inside and outside the park. The real world feels meaningless to him at this point because the only hint of meaning he's ever had in his life was in the park, so he buys the park, and simultaneously starts trying to "win" at life in the real world like he would in the park. The real world honestly doesn't feel any more real to him than the park does, he just knows rationally that it's different and so he behaves differently outside the park… he builds all this wealth and power for himself, he becomes a famous philanthropist. Inside the park he starts creating this character for himself, this sort of hyper-masculine, hyper-competent, totally emotionally composed, merciless, badass villain. And he makes a very concerted effort to stay in this persona as often as he can.

It's all a performance, though, right. As early as 1x05 we have Ford pointing out (to his face! legend) that his barely-hidden desperation to find meaning in the park is giving the game away. In that flashback near the end of 2x02 we get a glimpse of what's underneath, because he's performing this cold, heartless persona in front of Dolores literally while his voice is shaking because he's having to try hard not to start crying as he's talking to her. Deep down he is still very wounded, he still loves her, he still desperately wishes deep down (as jimmi simpson explained) for her to just tell him that all of it was real, for her to be real and truly be a person the way he thought she was. When he's an older man that wish is still in there, it's just been buried very deep, covered up with a lot of other things, twisted. But it's always there, it's his most closely held desire, the only thing he truly wants, and it comes out all the time in the things he does. All his tormenting of dolores, and especially his desire to make the park "real" in order to find meaning – that's that. That sense of deep confusion that's always there in his character too, the constant inner monologue of "who am I, what does this mean, does anything mean anything, what is real or not real, what is going on," that's that too, that's his destabilized sense of self and reality and meaning that came out of losing Dolores. And by this point he has also come to feel, as he says in 2x09 to his wife, that there is something very fundamentally wrong with him, in a way that's kind of at odds with how we as the audience have historically understood him.

The thing is, we saw him be a kind, loving, gentle, thoughtful person. He certainly was not perfect, for instance his later narcissism started out as a sort of basic self-centeredness, but he was a fundamentally good-hearted person who put most of his energy into trying to do the right thing. But he starts saying that he feels like that wasn't the real him, that he thinks deep down he was evil and poisonous all along, that his turn to darkness was inevitable, and that there's a sort of helplessness to his evil. There's this deep sense of shame that permeates his character along with his loneliness and alienation and resentment. He hates everything, he hates the world, but above all he hates himself – kind of amusing considering the god complex he's developed over time. But that really does seem to be the underlying emotion, that he truly thinks that deep down he was always bad. It's very heavily implied that his philanthropy outside the park and his attention to his family, his kind of good-guy persona, is something that he constructed to try and make up for his true nature, and all but stated that he doesn't feel like he's succeeded. To him, no amount of good he does will ever balance his level of evil, evil that as he says doesn't come from anything he's done but something deeper than that, something immutable, something he is. So that's why we eventually have him getting to the point of going "I might as well not bother with this anymore. I might as well just be evil, because I can't change what I am."

I've also said in other posts that the things Juliet says to him come off as obviously abusive. Like, she's technically correct that there's some sinister things going on with his private life, but listen to how she says it. You're a virus, not a person, a thing that mindlessly infects and destroys and has no other purpose. And he agrees with her! He doesn't question it at all, he just says, yes, you're exactly right, I'm not a human being with good and bad attributes, or potential to do both right and wrong. I'm a virus. Like, again, I know people get weird about having empathy for villain characters, there's the whole "cool motive, still murder," thing, because we don't want to be excusing anyone's bad actions with a sad backstory (personally I don't really care, but I understand where the concern comes from). But when he said that to Juliet it just… like I don't know how else to put it, it broke my heart. He really believes that about himself. And later he starts to question it because he's not sure anymore if he actually chose to do any of the things he did… but the way his hallucination of Emily puts it, these are his two options: you are evil, or you had no choice. One or the other. He never puts aside the idea that he is a monster that does not deserve to live, and his suicidality persists from season one (when he encourages Dolores to shoot him in the head and reacts with honest disappointment when she can't) to the end of season four when he actually does manage to engineer his own death. He is deeply, agonizingly, pathetically miserable existing the way that he is, he seems to see his even being allowed to live at all as some sort of cosmic injustice. But he doesn't know how to change back to the way he was.

All that having happened, though, we also keep getting these repeated suggestions in the story that he actually is still capable of goodness somewhere in there. The narrative keeps asking what William is exactly, what his fundamental nature is, and keeps refusing to land on one answer, instead choosing to keep things ambiguous in a way that would be sort of odd for your garden variety villain. In 2x04 we see him experiencing regret, feeling empathy and pain on behalf of others, and acting genuinely heroic, only to later backtrack and say it didn't mean anything. In 2x09 Emily tells him he is in his essence "a lie" but makes no attempt to locate what the "truth" of him would then be. In 3x06 he tries to figure out the answer to what's going on with him again only to decide he still doesn't really know, in 3x08 we get this reminder that he still stands for Dolores as a representation of both humanity's evil and its goodness, in 4x05 when his host duplicate asks him what he is, he says "Jury's still out." He is too far down his current path to turn back, but he still does not and cannot definitively and finally choose evil, because despite his self-loathing it seems like he senses deep down that his other side is still in there. All that to say I think he's getting a redemption arc in season 5, if we get a season 5 – season 5 is supposed to be the do-over season, and the character who most desperately needs and could most benefit from a do-over is William.

Um, closing thoughts… I think he's really funny. Sometimes intentionally, like, I do laugh at his little quippy comments, but I also just think it's really funny how pathetic he is and what a mess he is and how he basically imploded his entire life on accident. I do feel a lot of very genuine care and empathy for him (obviously), but he's also such a garbage fire of a human being that you sometimes just have to laugh. He's just my funny little guy, also he sucks, also I love him and he's my lil angel, also he's the worst man ever in history and deserves to be drawn and quartered (said with love). You get it. :) There's dimensions.

Trying to think of other characterization notes for your imaginary fic… oh, did you notice he puts on an accent in the park? He does this fake Southern drawl when he's playing his park character, but it's not his real accent and he drops it at other times, kind of like how Dolores sometimes does or doesn't use her "rancher's daughter" accent when she's being Wyatt in season 2. Uh… Total nerd, at heart, seeing as "all he had as a kid were books." (I kind of suspect that childhood memory might not have been totally real, by the way… made a post about that recently that's a little ways down in my tag if you're interested.)

There are more things I could say, but I think I've probably gone on long enough for the one ask lol so I'll cut it off here. Thank you again, so much, for sending this. I hope you enjoyed and got something out of this response, but if not I still do very much appreciate you asking and being curious. I hope you had a great day too!