#anyway i’m so tired gn tumblr!!

[whumpy-wyrms]

don’t have energy to post all the picrews but this is roughly what the two silly new blorbos look like (human guy has glasses i just forgor to draw them)

i have a Few name ideas but i’m still not sure and would really like some more name recommendations (also i’ve kinda given up on the cold related names because i couldn’t rlly find any that fit, but those would be best anyway) all the names i have so far have no meanings i just think they sound cool

immortal human guy: Aspen, Kody, Lyle, Garrett (Garry for short)

vampire morgue guy: Elijah/Elias (Eli for short), Silas, Zane, Lyle, Victor

i still can’t decide at allll and it’s so annoying because i try to think/write about them but! they don’t have names yet and it’s very hard!! you are all witnessing my oc making process in real time btw. it’s a very messy process

WOAHHHH NEW OC STORY IDEA ALL A SUDDEN

okay so vampire guy works at a morgue and feeds from the dead bodies but it’s never Enough. it keeps him under control but he does needs fresh blood once in a while. anyway this human guy dies, was brought to the morgue, and the vampire guy drains him of all his blood (as he does to every corpse) but this human died recently and his blood was fresher and tastier than the others. vampire leaves the dead human in one of those corpse shelves for the night (vampire guy lives in the morgue somewhere) and the next morning BOOM. the human guy is awake and alive and healthy as if nothing happened. immortality moment!! woah

and the vampire guy is like SWEET!!! new infinite food source of fresh delicious human blood!! now he doesn’t have to feed from those gross corpses anymore or go hunting and risk being killed by pesky vampire hunters.

but vampire guy still has to work at the morgue. that’s his whole business. that’s his home and how he needs to make money to buy food for his new human bloodbag (guy can survive without food but his blood tastes better when he’s not starving).

and it’s strange for the vampire guy sometimes. he’s always spending time around dead humans and this is the first time he’s gotten close to an actual live human before. and even though he’s keeping him captive, he still likes making conversation sometimes. it gets lonely being an immortal vampire who’s hasn’t had a close relationship in decades, and who’s instinct it is to suck the blood out of every human he meets. and since immortal human guy is trapped there and has nothing to do, he might as well talk to him. he’s lonely too and now just found out he’s immortal. he doesn’t wanna be alone forever

but obviously he hates being fed from by a vampire and desperately wants to escape. vampire guy kills him a bunch of times just because he Can. sometimes he drains him of all his blood when he’s extra hungry, sometimes he just kills him for disobeying or trying to escape to teach him a lesson. sometimes he kills him for fun, for the thrill of the hunt. dying is PAINFUL as fuck to the human. he hates dying even though he always comes back fully healed.

sometimes the human wants more things to keep him occupied so he’s not bored all day trapped in the basement of a morgue (or maybe he’s kept locked in a corpse shelf during the day, extremely claustrophobic and dark, with no way out, trapped next to a bunch of human corpses. who knows). but the vampire doesn’t wanna waste his hard-earned cash on buying his human silly unnecessary things just because he’s bored.

so sometimes he lets the human help him work. vampire guy owns the morgue and has no other employees, and only works at night to avoid sunlight, so human wouldn’t be able to call for help anyway. human guy hates being around dead bodies but it gives him something to do and he technically gets paid for it in a way. now vampire guy gets things done twice as fast and has more money and free time too. he buys his human the stuff he wants, like books or puzzles, and they sometimes play games together.

human was a nobody. he probably died from some freak accident and was brought to the morgue by the hospital. he didn’t have a family or any loved ones that claimed his body or set up his funeral. nobody came looking for his body to bury or cremate because Nobody cared that he was gone. and that just makes things a whole lot sadder because even if he does somehow escape the vampire, where’s he gonna go? he’s legally dead. Everyone thinks he’s dead. he’s supposed to be dead. there wouldn’t be anywhere to go or anyone to go to because he obviously can’t tell people he’s immortal, that would just cause more questions, and surely being experimented on by scientists would be worse than whatever he’s going through right now, right?

so human guy has to accept his life now, as an immortal bloodbag for a vampire who works at a morgue. his life is filled with blood and death, but there’s nothing he can do about it. maybe vampire guy eventually gains sympathy for him, and starts to feel bad for his pathetic excuse of a life. maybe they eventually become friends. or maybe the human stabs a wooden stake through the vampire’s heart. who knows

anyway these guys have existed in my head for nearly an hour and they don’t even have names but i am going insane over this holy shit???? RAUHHHH i’ve gotta make picrews dude i gotta draw them. new blorbos. new brainrot. i prommy i’ll still get tllr chapter 13 out today or tomorrow but WOAHH look at these new little guys they’re so silly

[2knightt]

may u do the gang with a significant other who is in a popular band or actor? up to four preference of course. lots of love!

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ darling, can i be your favourite? ⋄ 𓍯

REQUESTED: reader’s the coolest person ever and the gang’s their biggest fan!

tags/warnings: headcanons, gn!reader, reader is a singer/popstar!reader, gang is obsessed, reader is big time famous, near the end they got shorter because my tumblr started lagging.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ hey my love !!! seen this after i posted and knew i had to get to work 🙂‍↕️ also while i was working on this, i got a req for actor!reader..ur in luck🤭

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johnny cade

╰┈➤ now playing. — espresso, y/n l/n

how he bagged you, the world may never know. like seriously.

YOU’RE ON THE BIG SCREEN AND YOU’RE IN THE RADIO AND YOU GO AFTER JOHNNY CADE??? everyone was shocked. lives were CHANGED.

“you’re dating who?”

“..y/n l/n?”

“in your dreams maybe???”

“fuck you?”

nobody believed him because you confessed to him over the phone when you were touring 😔! you realized you really liked johnny when you had to be away from him for so long.

so for like that period of time, it was just call after call of you two giggling back and forth.

the gang, swear to fucking god, knew he was talking to someone but they thought he was lying about who he was talking to

UNTIL YOU CAME BACK!!!!

Then they were all,

“what the fuck….”

“can i like—borrow a 20?”

“DAMN”

spoil him. take him with you. protect johnny cade with ur money or else. i find you.

but seriously, pleaseeee make sure johnny lives the life he deserves ☹️ since you’re a singer, you make a FUCK ton of money

put it to good use (spending it on johnny cade)

hey! you’re all he talks about!! HE DOESN’T STFU THAT HE’S DATING SOMEONE THAT’S FAMOUS.

“what ‘bout you, lil’ boy? you got someone?”

“hell yeah. y/n l/n.😇💯”

“..the singer?”

“damn right, ‘the singer’!”

listens to your music when he misses you!!

OH MU GOD WRITE A SONG ABOUT JOHNNY CADE PLEASEEEE AND WEAR HIS JEAN JACKRT ON STAGE PLEASEEEEEEE

i can’t stress how much he loves you

he has photos of you everywhere. and anywhere.

steals magazines you model for to promote your albums<3

dallas winston

╰┈➤ now playing — nonsense, y/n l/n.

why would you pick him.

shame on you. you have celebrities flocking to you and you pick some guy in tulsa who’s in jail every friday.

tsk tsk. whatever makes you happy!

ANYWAYS

also, never shuts the fuck up about you. like seriously, somehow, you’re always the topic of conversation.

“yeah, that’s crazy that she slashed your tires. my LOVELY Y/N would never tho. did you know they sing? you’ve probably heard of ‘em-“

MAKES YOU WEAR HIS RINGS WHEN YOU PERFORM!!! AND SOMETIMES HIS LEATHER JACKET!!! DALLAS DGAF IF IT’S DIRTY OR NOT

He needs those freaks in the crowd to know you’re HIS—not theirs just because you’re famous.

if you ever collab with a dude he’s gonna fucking lose his mind i’m not kidding

“YOU’RE GOING TO THE STUDIO WITH WHO???”

“i told you-“

“yeah, i know. lets go.”

dallas invited himself btw.

dedicate a song to him and he’s literally gonna make EVERYONE listen to it. when it comes on the radio, he’s IMMEDIATELY turning up the volume.

“looking at you got me thinkin’ nonsense.”

“that’s about me, by the way.”

“WE KNOW.”

“YOU TELL US THIS EVERY DAMN DAY”

“yeah. where’s your partner that write songs about you? huh? take that shit up with someone else.”

IN HIS ROOM HE HAS SOOO MANY POSTERS OF YOUUUUUU

cannot believe he got so lucky and bagged you

he used to pray for days like these😭😭🙏

ponyboy curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — work song, y/n l/n.

yes, i did make your song more poetic than the rest. that’s just what ponyboy is into and gets him crying.

did he get lucky? yeah. does he acknowledge that every waking moment of his life and devotes himself to making sure you never feel the burden of having to perform daily?

yeah

helps you write songs sometimes. ponyboy naturally has a poets soul so USE IT TO YOUR ADVANTAGE

GUVE HIM A FUCKING OEN AND PAPER AND HE’S WRITING A HIT SINGLE

omgomg if you credit him while at your concerts he might faint<3333

spoil him and his brothers.

his brothers are included because you see how much they’re struggling and it literally pains you to see the love of ur life get so frustrated over money

sneakily put money into darry’s wallet when he isn’t looking and ponyboy might just kiss u right then and there

it’ll take awhile for him to accept the help, but when he does—he’s so grateful to have an angel like u in his life😭😭💔💔💔

“i love you. did you know that?”

“of course i do, pony.”

“i should tell you that more often.”

uses a photo of you as a bookmark btw. it’s you in his favourite outfit you ever wore, performing the song you made for him.

ponyboy’s obsessed.

shoves ANYONE off the tv to watch you perform. he doesn’t care. and the gang lets him<3 cuz they know how much you mean to their little pony!!

not without teasing. never without teasing. ponyboy is never fucking free

“soda, it’s my turn on the tv.”

“what? you tryna watch your girlfriend?”

“…shut up.”

“look at you! what a loverboy, huh? you loveeeee her, don’t you?”

“man, just get off the tv!”

watches & listens to everything you’re in. wether it be interviews, music videos, etc—he can probably quote it. every part.

he’s so obsessed with you it’s not fucking funny

sodapop curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — that boy is mine, y/n l/n.

it couple. genuinely.

you got soda more publicity and modeling agencies have definitely hit him up LMFAO

he most definitely has modelled with you for covers :3c

BUT OTHER THAN THAT

oh u better fucking believe that the DX is always playing your music

SODA DOESNT CARE IF HE’S NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH THE RADIO

he will. and he will be playing the song you made about him to remind the girls that go to flirt with him that he’s yours.

HE HAS A NECKLACE WITH YOUR INITAL ON IT AND YOU HAVE A NECKLACE WITH HIS INITAL!!1!1!1!1!1

flash it when paparazzi takes photos and he WILL put that photo in his wallet to show people when they ask about his partner.

CANT STFU EVEN IF HE FUCKING TRIED

soda makes u his whole personality

“sigh😔 y/n would’ve loved this beat..”

“SHUT UP ABOUT Y/N😒”

“NO?? I LOVE THEM!!!???”

LOVES PRACTICING UR CHOREOGRAPHY WITH YOU LMFAOOO

it’s so cute☹️☹️😔😔 soda might trip over his feet every once and awhile but he’s always laughing so hard with you when he does<3

darry curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — say yes to heaven, y/n l/n.

tries SOOOO hard to act like he doesn’t gaf that you’re singer but it’s so tough to not brag about it

the boys at work could be talking about their partners but when they go ask darry, he hides his grin and blush by looking down, running his hands through his hair.

“what ‘boutchu, kid? how’s the lover?”

“ah, y’know. they’re busy touring or in the studio.”

“eh?”

“oh—y/n l/n. they’re-“

darry cannot be stopped now. he won’t shut up about how great of a person you are, never letting the fame get to you.

ERAHHH HE STAYS UP LATE AT NIGHT TO WATCH YOUR PERFORMANCES WHEN YOU’RE AWAY!!!!!!! HE LOVES WATCHING YOU SWAY ACROSS THE STAGE!!

hehehehehe slow dance with him in the kitchen to ur unreleased songs you made about him…. 😈😈

PLEAEE HELP HIM FINANCIALLY PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

im begging you to just sit darry curtis down and try to convince him that, you giving him money to help around, isn’t an issue.

i don’t see darry moving out of the curtis house unfortunately, i think he will always view it as his parents house and it’s too sentimental.

so, don’t even bother asking him to move. but—do give him money. or sneakily pay the bills. whatever you have to do to help darry relax, please do it!!!

loves it when you sing slower/more relaxing songs

darry thinks it’s so attractive to hear your like soothing, breathy, and smooth voice.

he has a photo framed of you bowing toward the crowd below you, tightly holding the microphone that you had his name engraved in.

it’s currently beside his bed on his nightstand.

he looks at it every night before bed and every morning before work. <3

steve randle

╰┈➤ now playing — art deco, y/n l/n.

he’s feral. he’s fucking crazy about you.

“PUT ON THAT NEW Y/N SHIT‼️”

“why??”

“CAUSE I SAID SO?!1”

number one supporter. nobody comes close to him

AHHHH HE HAS A TATTOO DEDICATED TO YOU!!!! IT’S DEFINITELY A SONG LYRIC YOU WROTE ABOUT HIM IN UR HAND WRITING

when steve’s nervous he traces over it :3c

steve always finds himself, unconsciously, humming your songs while he works on cars!

i like to think his favourite colour is blue, so plsplsplspls wear blue (even if it’s a small accessory) to your concerts just so steve knows you’re always thinking about him.

he keeps little gifts, or rather the accessories you leave at his house, in a little box. he thinks they’re so cute and he will burn a building down before he lets anyone find out

two-bit mathews

╰┈➤ now playing — melting, y/n l/n.

“DID YOU KNOW I’M DATING Y/N? THE FAMOUS SINGER? YEAH, BET YOU WISH THAT WAS YOU😭😂!”

that’s every other sentence from his stupid lips!!

KNOWS EVERY LYRIC TO YOUR SONGS AND WILL SCREAM HIS FUCKING LUNGS OUT TO THEM!!!

attach a mickey charm to ur mic while you sing on stage and he’ll start foaming at the mouth..

two-bit’s all, “that’s for me.:mickey….me….me…mickey….”

he literally begs you to sing him to sleep

STEALS YOUR RECORDS/VINYLS???!!! HE HANGS THEM UP ON HIS WALL WITH SUCH CARE IT’S SO ADORABLE ☹️☹️

teach his little sister some of your dance moves and he might marry you tbh.

two-bit dreams of you and i’m so fucking serious

[ranhaitanisgf]

congrats on 2k, hana <3 I would like to request a fluff scenario for "delinquent & class president" & "sneaking out to go on a date with them" with shinichiro <3

— shinichiro sano // delinquent & class president // sneaking out to go on a date

☆ ˎˊ˗ hiii key ! this was sooooo cute omg im sry this took so long my disappearance from tumblr was longggg 😭 i kind of didn't emphasize the class president and delinquent thing tooo much but its there if you squint lolol

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.0k+

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader implied

masterlist || 2k masterlist

“...are you sure you want to do this?” 

“why not? you’re always telling me i need to loosen up more, right?” 

“well yeah, but don’t you think this is kinda an extreme first step?” you took a moment to ponder on shinichiro’s words before responding. 

“might as well, to be honest. i don’t really want to be home right now anyways. i’d much rather be with you.” you answered, smiling softly at the boy in front of you. 

in any case, it might have been a bit of a risky move to still be outside your home twenty minutes after sneaking out of your bedroom, but you were completely sure that nobody would notice, so you weren’t too worried. you could tell by his somewhat worried expression that you hadn’t entirely convinced him, but you just dragged him along, swinging your connected hands back and forth. 

“c’mon sano, show me something cool!” 

“hey! i thought i told you not to call me that!” shinichiro whined, tugging you back. you turned around to face him, thinking that the somewhat displeased look on his face was rather cute. 

“call you what, sano?” you teased, making him groan in response

“stop it! you sound so formal and i don’t like it!” you wrapped your arms around his neck, seeming to ponder something for a moment. 

“fine, you win, shinichiro.” the lips you loved to kiss so much turned down into a pout, his hands moving to rest on your hips.

“you couldn’t have gone with something cuter? something like babe, honey, even sweet-” 

“stop, before i change my mind!” you interrupted, rolling your eyes at the cheesy nicknames. “how about, i don’t know, we actually go somewhere?” 

“leave it to me! just say the word and i’ll take you.” shinichiro said, his thumb jerking towards his bike. “this baby can take us to any place you want.” 

you pondered for a moment, swaying back and forth a bit with shinichiro as you weighed different places. 

“hm, what is there to do when sneaking out late? nothing’s open…” you murmured, thinking out loud. “we could go to the park, but if anyone saw me they would definitely think that i’m a good for nothing delinquent-ow! hey, i was joking!” you exclaimed, rubbing the spot on your forehead where shinichiro flicked you. 

“so you’re saying i’m a good for nothing delinquent?! woow, and here i thought you loved me! oh my goodness! what ever will i do?!” you rolled your eyes at the dramatic performance from the boy in front of you, grabbing the flesh of his cheeks and squishing them together, (you found it cute how instead of complaining about it, he just looked at you the most love you’ve ever seen). 

“you knowww i was just joking, shin! now take me somewhere! surprise me with your wily delinquent ways!” your demand was met with a laugh and ruffling of your hair from shinichiro. 

“my wily delinquent ways, you say? hah, i guess i have no choice other than to fulfill your desires!” he teased, leading you to his bike. “this brilliant delinquent mind will think of a place to take you!” he plopped his spare helmet onto your head, bringing the strap under your chin to secure it properly. 

looking at shinichiro up close was something that you would never get tired of; the darkness of night paled in comparison to his eyes, the inky shade so deep that you wished you could drown in it. contrasting the jet black color of his irises, the care and love that you could always find in his eyes was unrivaled, making it seem like you were the only person in the entire world, everything else fading into the background. 

“what’re you thinking about?” shinichiro murmured, finishing clipping the strap for the helmet. it was strange how the two of you could go from teasing and having fun with each other to suddenly being soft and serious, but you didn’t mind it at all. 

“mm, nothing much.” you answered, your lips upturned into a soft smile. you pecked him on his cheek, lips pressing against his skin for a bit longer than necessary before pulling away, taking a seat on his bike. “are we going to go?”

“jeez, and they call me a troublemaker. the real troublemaker is this little goody-goody!” shinichiro teased, seating himself in front of you and turning the key in the engine of his bike. his beloved motorcycle revved to life, rumbling softly in the background. “just so you know-” 

“your bike is loud, shin! save the talking for when we aren't outside of my house still! let’s goooo-mmph?” the boy in front of you turned around quite suddenly, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. it was only for a moment, but just that moment was enough to keep more words from forming, your lips tingling as he leaned back again. 

“(y/nnn), it’s not nice to interrupt people, y’know. i was gonna say i love you.” shinichiro pouted, turning back around and promptly ignoring you. 

“wait, i’m sorryyyyy, i love you too!” despite your words, he kept ignoring you, kicking the kickstand back and beginning to drive. you wrapped your arms around his waist, propping your chin on his back as you tried to get his attention. “shinnn, i’m sorry! you have to admit, your bike is pretty loud, okay? hey, say something! i’m earnestly apologizing here!” 

“hmph.” 

“i’m not above tickling you, y’know.” you got no response at that, leading you to slowly poke his sides. you could see him shaking, but there was still no laughter or response, so you amped it up, full on tickling his sides. 

“h-hey! do you, hah, do you want me to crash!?” he finally let out, laughs spilling out as he was driving. 

“all you had to do was respond, so i’m happy now.” you responded, stopping your tickle attack and returning your arms to their position around his waist. he wasn’t going so fast that you had to hold on for any particular reason, but you liked to use it as an excuse to be close to him. resting your head against shinichiro’s back, the scenery of different buildings and cars flew by, the city lights filling your vision. the pretty sights combined with the faint beating of his heart that you could hear filled you with a sense of serenity; it was absolutely perfect. 

yeah, you were pretty damn happy.

[pomegranateshrimp]

Can i request a fic were Wilson is a morning person but since reader came into his life he has been staying in bed longer or/and taking more time to have breakfast 😉

A/N: I’m so sick and tired of Tumblr making my photos so shitty 😭😭 anyways thx for the request hope this is good! Sorry if it’s short

Fluff Oneshot

⚕️Mornings with you

James Wilson x Gn!Reader

James has always been a morning person. He got dressed, ate a quick breakfast, brushed his teeth, blow-dried his hair, and then went off to work. You are not. But ever since you came into his life, he’s stayed in bed waiting for your eyes to flutter open so he can wake you up with kisses. It’s made you question your faith to the term ‘night owl’. He’s made sure you get up early enough to eat breakfast and get to work on time. To say he spoiled you was an understatement; he worshipped you. If he got up early enough, he loved to make you your favorite breakfast so he could surprise you with it in bed. He loved seeing the tired smile on your face when you woke up. Today was no different.

🔆

The sweet smell of pancakes and fresh fruit fills your lungs as you wake up. A small yawn escapes your mouth as you turn over, arms falling across your boyfriends chest. A sweet kiss is pressed to your temple in turn.

“Good morning my love.”

You groan, face buried in his chest, in response but make sure to kiss him back.

“I made us breakfast.”

“It smells good.” You mumble in a half-awake haze. James’s hands find themselves in your hair as he twirls on your beautiful locks. Despite how much you want to stay in bed with him all day, you realize you should probably get going. It was nice living with James; previously you had to set 15 dozen alarm clocks to make sure you get to the hospital on time, but now you had a live in one, one that awoke you with kisses and delicious gourmet food. You could get used to it.

One final groan pushes through your lips as you make your way off of him to go eat breakfast, your end target motivating you along with your boyfriend, who stood up with you and hugged you from behind as you walked through the house. Breakfasts for James usually meant scarfing down really whatever he could find before finishing his morning routine and leaving; but when you came into his life, his home, he wanted to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. He made sure that you weren’t stuck with shitty food or nothing at all. When you came to live with him, breakfasts now meant him waking up early to make you only the best and eating with you as you cuddled up together and watched a bit of TV, listened to music, or just talked.

You walk into the living room and take a seat on the comfy couches, one of the many things you loved about his house. You grabbed a plate and plopped down, James following, and took a bite as you leaned into him.

“Holy shit— this is so good?!” You exclaimed. Sure, you were used to the food he made being good, but today it felt like it was made with extra love. He blushed a pink hue and you find it adorable that you can make him flustered with just a small compliment.

“Only the best for you.” He hums as he smiles, taking a bite himself as you continue.

“You know, I think I’m starting to like mornings,”

“Oh yea? Why’s that?”

“because I get to spend them with the best boyfriend in the world, who makes me the best pancakes ever.”

[roseriki]

A bed made for two

pairing. riki x gn reader

genre. fluff

word count. 727

authors note. first post! new to the tumblr experience since i'm an ao3 migrant. hope you enjoy reading :)

Dawn’s rays cast a glow over the room as you blinked your eyes open. Stuck in that familiar haze of being glued to the bed, you lay and appreciated the feel of the blanket draped over your body. Far off birdsong sounded, faint and melodious. You felt like today was going to be a good day, shifting under the covers to get up and be productive.

Except, you seemed to have blanked out a tall figure beside you, his arms wrapped around you firmly. It was nothing new to you; this was a common occurrence for Riki to hug you in his sleep. In fact, you found his habit quite endearing. Despite all of the rigorous training he has undergone, and will still undergo, he would always retain that lovely childishness.

Though, his weight wasn’t that of a child’s anymore, so you couldn’t wriggle free from his grasp. You tried to pry his arms off, yet they remained wrapped around you, tightening protectively, his brows set in a furrow. You knew he slept like the dead, but you tried to wake him anyway. This peaceful morning was one that he shouldn’t miss.

“Riki,” you said, voice raspy, “Let me out.”

Your words fell on deaf ears, as Riki continued to sleep, caging you in.

Admittedly, it was comfortable being held so close, as if you were the most precious thing on earth. As if you were precious to him. The warmth he exuded drew you closer—if that was even possible—like the opposite end of a magnet. In many ways, he was magnetic: he was fun-loving and playful, he was charismatic and personable, he was determined and talented. He must have drawn in so many people, and yet you were the one he chose to sleep beside.

However, just because he was a great guy didn’t mean he could keep you from doing your morning routine. Not even his adorable sleeping face would sway your convictions. You spoke his name louder, swinging your legs to bump against his.

“Riki. If you don’t wake up right now, I’m eating your bungeoppang.”

His eyes shot open, urgency clear on his face, “Don’t you dare.”

He was finally up. Usually, it would take much longer to coax him to do so. You thanked the you of yesterday for purchasing some bungeoppang from a store, as that being mentioned was what startled him awake. Typical Riki, worried about the wellbeing of his food.

Pouting slightly now, he was annoyed he was made to wake up early. It was something he wasn’t fond of doing, especially when the sun was shining directly on his face. To appease your indignant boyfriend, you freed your arms to hug him, fingers tracing the planes of his back. The discovery that you gently touching him made him flush and look downwards was one that made you feel giddy. You abused the knowledge, of course, to wipe that petulant look off his face.

“Sorry,” you smiled, not apologetic at all, “I just wanted to show you how nice it is out today.”

“I prefer the bed. It’s too early to get up…” he whined, tugging the blanket further up.

“So you just plan on sleeping?”

“Yes.”

“Come on… Get up for me?” you begged, showing him your best pleading expression.

Riki huffed, “No. I want to sleep with you for longer.”

The finality in his tone stopped you from saying any more. He settled into your arms, preparing to sleep again. At this point, you were too tired to keep trying to convince him to peel himself off the mattress and contribute to society, so you sighed and snuggled with him. Maybe today could be a lazy morning.

You were quickly getting sleepier in his presence, eyes drooping. Once, you heard that it was easier to fall asleep next to your lover because of brain chemicals and trust. While you weren't so sure about what chemicals were making you want to nod off, you were certain you trusted Riki. You wouldn't lay in bed so intimately with whoever, and he was incredibly sincere.

As you drifted off into slumber, you allowed yourself to feel relaxed. Tirelessly, the birds continued to sing. The sun continued to rise. Riki continued to be annoyingly perfect. You thought you felt a pair of lips ghost your forehead before the world became nothingness.

[pyrodolls]

gorgeous (havik x gn! reader)

warnings: slight gore i suppose? and spoilers for mk1’s story mode but if ur reading this i’m sure you already know.

a/n: i still dont know how tumblr works but i love havik sm so i just wanna keep writing him. anyways this is based off of how i was listening to gorgeous by taylor swift and thought of havik bc he may look like a burnt rotisserie chicken but HE IS VERY GORGEOUS TO ME!!

you always had a crush on havik. you originally met through quan chi, since you were both working with him. but you decided to not pursue havik, since he seemed very keen on his journey to liberation. you figured he wasn’t looking for a relationship, especially because he probably isn’t the type of guy to commit to one.

besides, you had some problems of your own to deal with. for example, even though you were working with him, you still found quan chi to be a pain in the ass. he was always asking you to do meaningless chores and missions, while giving the harder ones to your other allies like sareena, darrius, and nitara. you were tired of being treated like you were weak.

“quan chi.” you called out from behind him.

“oh, (y/n). i’m assuming you have finished scouting the area.” he said, as you were both at the ying fortress. you were there with quan chi, aiding him and shang tsung as they were working on their soul stealers. quan chi had ordered you to keep watch outside the fortress along with nitara and sareena. they apparently had a run-in with sub-zero, scorpion, and smoke.

“i have. sareena and nitara ran into a few intruders recently.” you informed.

quan chi furrowed his eyebrows. “intruders? were they sent by liu kang?”

you nodded. “most likely. nitara and sareena could not stop them. they are probably already inside as i speak.”

“stay here. keep watch while i apprehend our little intruders.” he growled.

you rolled your eyes. “i will not stay here. i’ll apprehend them myself, quan chi.”

then, you ran inside the fortress before he could argue with you. you must prove yourself useful, so quan chi will cease to underestimate your kombat.

you ran into the fortress and found a swarm of guards running around the area led by sub-zero himself and shang tsung.

“what is the meaning of this, shang tsung? isn’t sub-zero working for liu kang?” you questioned.

sub-zero scoffed. “i refuse to be associated with liu kang anymore. while working with him, the lin kuei were doomed to mediocrity. now, we will achieve greatness. unfortunately, kuai liang does not understand the lin kuei’s potential. we must not let him escape.”

you nodded, and went on your way to help find kuai liang. if you were the one to apprehend a member of the lin kuei, you would be well respected. you were determined to find him.

until you ran into havik and darrius. and they had just fought kuai liang.

unfortunately, it looked like havik’s face didn’t exactly survive the wrath of scorpion.

“havik..?” you whispered, seeing half of his face gone. it was flesh instead of his regular, beautiful skin and lips.

havik’s expression was of rage and exhaustion from his defeat. until he saw you, and his face softened. he went quiet, not replying to you and just looking down.

“what happened?” you asked, kneeling down to his side. “did scorpion do that to you?”

“yes. he shoved my face in there.” he spat, pointing at a pot of some kind of burning liquid.

“i see..” you sighed. “that must’ve hurt. aren’t you going to heal it?”

havik paused, and thought about your question. he stood up and looked into a reflective surface nearby, analyzing his new face.

“i suppose i won’t. i can use it as a symbol of chaos.” he claimed, proud of his new revelation. he looked down to your slightly disappointed face and scoffed. “is there a problem with that?”

“i mean, no, not at all. in fact, i think you still look… gorgeous.” you muttered.

havik raised an eyebrow. “still? gorgeous?”

you paused, deciding whether you can pretend you misspoke or be honest.

“yeah.. i thought you looked great when you still had your face. and now, i think you still look good. especially because of how proud you are of your new appearance. that is very honorable.” you admitted.

havik chuckled. “i see. i appreciate your compliments. i do believe my scars are a memorabilia of my past struggles and reminders of the kombat i have faced. my wounds are a sign that i honorably fight for liberation, and i will never surrender to anyone or give up, no matter how painful the journey may be.” he ranted.

you listened intently to his rant, genuinely interested in what he had to say. you didn’t fully agree to some of the things he does, but you overall sympathize with his struggles and understand that his anger and drive are because of his rough past. you wanted to help him, and free him of his pain. even if you disagree with some of his methods, you’ll be there for him.

“you are one of the only people to truly understand me. i appreciate your intelligence.” havik complimented. “would you like to join me in my journey? i could use your skills and i can provide you safe haven from harm. however, you must agree to accept chaos.”

you thought about his offer for a moment. if you decided to directly work with havik, you’ll most likely never go back to your regular life. you will make enemies that you don’t want. you realized he will probably be your only company for a while.

“i will join you.” you replied.

and so, you both worked together to spread chaos and bless outworld with anarchy. havik was very pleased with your efforts and how you wouldn’t hesitate to help aid him. he ended up confessing his feelings for you, and you were both pretty happy together. he was overprotective over you and vowed to keep you safe from harm. you were supportive and tried to help him heal from his past.

overall, havik loved you. even though he never imagined himself feeling so devoted to another being, he was grateful that you were the hope and light that kept him sane throughout his life full of blood, sweat, and tears. with you by his side, and slowly succeeding in freeing his people in seido, havik was very content with his life.

[freak-accident419]

hello all

i decided that i will be retiring from being a josh fic author.

it’s mostly because i’ve been drained and very busy and stressed with my personal life. additionally, i’ve also been obsessed with other things (ahem x-men) that has been recently overpowering my josh obsession. i say that he’s just being gently put to the side.

it’s been a fun and wild ride. thank you all for supporting me and showing me so much love toward my work. it’s an honor to know that my unusual mind has a special place in your hearts.

i originally started writing to incorporate more gn!reader fics in the fandom, hoping to be a model for others and a safe place for genderqueer people, men, non-women readers, as the fanfic world is predominantly women. and as a non-binary person on the masculine side, i wanted to read things i can be applied to. thus i started to write gn so that everybody can read. i now feel fulfilled—slightly empty as well, however. i had a foolish hope that people would write more gn, but f!reader fics and commentary is inevitable in a women-dominated fandom space. therefore, i would grow jealous of not being able to share these experiences, feeling invisible, unappreciated, etc because of my non-binary identity. and that wasn’t healthy. which later weakened my motivation to write or create content for gn readers.

the main thing i learned from this ‘retirement’ was simply the sensitivity of my feelings of insecurity, isolation, and invisibility. which is a whole big unrelated thing, but i just want you to know—if you are queer, you are loved, you are seen, you will be loved, and you will be seen. you can and will be celebrated. you exist. we see you. even if it doesn’t feel like it, even if nobody is actually there for you to advocate for your existence, you are not alone.

i’m tired of having to advocate for myself and other people like me. having to bring up my identity so that people know that i exist, so that i will be advocated for. but i know that no matter what i do, it won’t happen. i’m not important enough for that and i realize that. my identity is a small population in this fandom space anyway. i cant ask of other people to acknowledge me and advocate for me. hopefully one day in the future i will find a space that will.

furthermore, i have also learned that i myself am not a machine—but a human. my purpose is not pleasing others and constantly doing work, but to live. i am allowed to indulge in self indulgent things and with being human, jealousy is also inevitable. but i digress.

i am so glad to have made so much friends through this platform. i formed so many beautiful relationships with the most amazing people and i am eternally grateful for it all. thank you to everyone who has stuck with me still.

i may still be on here just to lurk or ramble, but i don’t think i will be writing again. but i end up never making promises, so who knows?

my account’s birthday/one year anniversary is on November 11, when i created my tumblr account and posted for the very first time.

i love and appreciate everyone that has showed their love and support for me over these months. you guys will always be in a special place in my heart.

[puffpuffmenace]

Hi hi!!

I skated to ask for damon or rasmus x gn reader who always has a camera like a hello kitty ones and will always have blackmail material on deck but won't use it >-<

Like imagine damon getting in the apartment and is asked abt it with a video of him the next day but reader doesn't really care and just says "take off your shoes next time" bs😭

I'm so sorry if this is weird or confusing:((

Anyway good night/evening/morning I hope you eat and drink well!!

I’m screaming I wrote this before but I lost it when I went to settings and came back?? I’m back now onto Tumblr! And I think that’s such a cute request, dw abt it! <3

Damon

Damon was used to playing into the Stalker Schmuck quite easily, feeling no harm when taking all those fotos from you when he had the chance. So imagine his surprise as he had stepped late at night into your home, he had thought you went asleep at this hour but it seemed like you fortunately unfortunately didn’t go to sleep! He didn’t realise his shoes where something you where bothered by, let alone have you whip out something so cute yet so awfully dangerous against him. It almost felt like a mockery and slight endearment to his professional camera when he looked down at the adorable hello kitty camera in your grasp, he didn’t exactly feel that threatened. Boy was he wrong.

He didn’t expect that from you, you—of all people—you had guts to go and take those pictures. Maybe he’s a hypocrite right now but he was right now too shocked to identify what’s which. And never in a million light years did Damon think he’d get such a threat just for being out of line in your eyes. He found it slightly attractive. Damon was hunched over your night stand next to your bed, you sleep soundlessly in the comforts of your blankets. He thought he could confiscate at that moment the hello kitty camera from your night stand, boy did he almost shriek when he felt your hand shooting out of your weighted blanket as it slammed into his, preventing him from pulling his hand and the camera from the night stand.

“Damon. One wrong move and I’m retracting the small brisket treats I leave for you when you come visit.” He froze at that. And sulked, retracting his hand. He caught you however looking through the files, the videos and pictures. You had a few pictures of him eating quite….unsavory. Saliva dripping and grasping the meat in his hand as he chomped down onto it.

His face went slightly red. That picture was taken when he came to visit a few weeks ago, he had forgotten to eat and saw you had laid out a plate of smoked brisket cooked to medium rare. And that’s where he lunged himself at. How silly, how cute. How embarrassing!

Damon’s face turned red, before feeling himself get pulled into the bed by force—he was now extremely extremely close to you! oh god this is perfect! So close to his Rosebud!— wait why are you pulling out the camera again?… OH NO! You wrapped yourself around him, keeping him in place and force him to watch the embarrassing fotos of him or videos of him you took, him even accidentally tripping in your home!-

“Rosebud please!-“

His pleas where ignored <3

The next day DG looked at him incredulously as he only looked tired, and sulky, like a wet puppy.

Rasmus

“God fuckin’ Damit Y/N!” He breathed out heavily as he tried to pull and tug and snatch the mockingly cute hello kitty camera out of your hands, he had previously teased and even slightly ignored you. So you threatened him with the most ungodly of embarrassing pictures and videos of him, that kind of dirt you had on him was a crap load! Him barfing into a fast food paper bag, high off on the crack that got sprinkled into his drink, him taking multiple shots and if he didn’t play by your rules you’d involve his dad and stepmom!

“Y/N!” He breathed pout heavily, you were so goddamn slippery that he just couldn’t grab you in place and take it from you. If he did you’d joust likely hang off on the other side of the camera like a keychain.

His face grew redder and redder in embarrassment and he breathed in heavily, grumbling has he stomped away into the staff room, that’s right, you’ve been fighting AT WORK about this! He can’t even go to a party anymore because you actually want him here for closing time!

From the corner of his eye he could see you looking through those pictures, he only grumbled more in embarrassment. He would make sure he’ll crush that darn camera if it was the last thing he’d do!

END

I hope you liked it :3 take care friend and make sure you go stay healthy ok? And if you request again, feel free to wishing for a nicknames, mx Anonymus!

[letshaikyuu]

Hello! I’m new to your blog and I’m really loving it so far so I was wondering if I could request you do a sunas ideal type like how you did for the Miya twins!

> suna rintarou's ideal type.

a/n: i totally forgot how i wrote his surname before or what's technically correct...? anyway, keeping this as a gn!reader post, so no worries about pronouns

warnings: none

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because he's so chill and laid-back, he'd like his partner to be the same. no spontaneous ideas, no early morning wake-up calls and such...he wants your time spent together to be so relaxing, that Suna can fall asleep.

that sounds kind of mean, but there's nothing he'd love more than a partner who's willing to join him in bed as he's watching a movie and then fall asleep with him (his hand always ends up in the popcorn bowl).

he doesn't mind if his partner throws a few fun date ideas at him, he has no problems with going outside and hanging out at an arcade or coffee shop or amusement park. he also wants his partner to be considerate and understand him when he says he's too tired from practice and/or matches to do such fun activities.

definitely makes up for that by going on such a date another time.

i feel like he'd like someone who's cool and talkative around his friends and others, but super cute and sweet with him, and him only. do i reckon him being a jealous type? possibly. that sounds right up my headcanon alley.

oh, he'd love for his partner to pet his hair and give him like a head massage, especially during those cuddle sessions i've mentioned earlier. boy loves that feeling. bonus points if your nails are long.

because he's super close to his volleyball team, he wants his partner to be liked by them too. so, i can see him opting for someone who's talkative, sweet and knows how to be nice with other people.

i don't think cooking is a deal breaker for him. you two can live off sandwiches for all he cares. BUT, if you can make some mean ass cookies, he's your man.

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ending note: God knows when this request was made, but i loved it, so thank you for requesting it and if you still use Tumblr, hope your year is off to a good start!

[nightchai05]

Diluc & Keaya pining for the same person headcanons. gn!reader

By anonymous request. I'm still new to tumblr html so I... accidentally deleted the ask with the whole post and it had to be redone. Anyways!

The brothers don't talk much - so they wouldn't know they are attracted, or dare they say, care for, the same person, at first

Kaeya would shamelessly flirt with you by the library, his hand on the wall, beside your face. He'd ask you about your travels, making sure you notice his wandering eyes.

Diluc would show his fighting skills, hoping that sharing one of his hobbies (being Mondstadt's night hero was a hobby) would make you feel closer to him

As time passes, Kaeya becomes a little less sure of himself, barely daring to touch you, hesitating. This hesitation - he knew - was a symptom of the heated feeling growing in his chest.

Diluc becomes obsessed with the idea of you in his arms, just like this one time, when you were very tired and fell asleep on his shoulder, when he finished cleaning the bar after a busy night. Diluc's face grew hot and then he knew.

Diluc tries to gain your affections by accompanying you home late at night, to make sure you return safely. He walks close to you, on alert, ready to strike in any given moment.

It happens quite often, and Kaeya, after his shift, notices it soon enough.

The Cavalry Captain memorizes some patterns and bumps into you as you walk home from yet another adventure. He has a theory, it is feeble and a little far-fetched, because he knows his brother enough. And yet, curiosity gets the best of him.

Kaeya invites you to walk around Mondstadt in the evening, his arm around your shoulders in a friendly manner. His face betrays him, though. His expression is soft, eyes half-closed, as he glances at you every once in a while, while talking about today's nice weather.

You pass by Angel's Share and he invites you for a drink, you eagerly accept, wanting to unwind a bit.

Diluc usually is at the winery, but some days, like this one, he works as a bartender/ manager there. When he notices Kaeya enter he rolls his eyes, but then he sees you, and his heart skips a beat. He sees you laugh at Kaeya's joke... and he hates it.

Kaeya occasionally throws glances at his brother, aware of the situation. And when he approaches and whispers something in your ear, Diluc slams his fist unto the counter.

Diluc comes to your table and puts his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it slightly. You look up to see his eyes full of strange flame; he leans in and murmurs: 'I have a new trick to show you, I'll see you after the closing hours'

Kaeya didn't hear what he said, but he knows it was meant to provoke.

The next days will be filled with them fighting for your affection, and maybe, just maybe, they'll have a duel, outside, far from everyone's inquisitive gaze.

[hellvcifer]

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[mane--attraction]

Ah yes, my very late "year in review post" whoops lol (MINORS DNI)

I posted 25 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

18 posts created (72%)

7 posts reblogged (28%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@umbral-archives

@westanthewaterman

@weirdlyhornyforegos

I tagged 25 of my posts in 2022

#gender neutral reader - 9 posts

#mun speaks - 8 posts

#lemon - 8 posts

#x reader - 8 posts

#minors dni - 6 posts

#gn reader - 4 posts

#murdock x reader - 4 posts

#lemonish - 3 posts

#darkiplier x reader - 3 posts

#mun answers - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 130 characters

#okay after thinking about it you may have mentioned the idea as a fic at one point (cuz i know it was brought up for rp) but still

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Murderplier/Murdoch spicy headcanons - MINORS DNI

A/N I’ve been holding onto these since... May 5th? Damn lol forgot about them until literally today when I’m making this post. >:P Under read more just in case. 

CW: knifes, murder mention, blood mention, gender neutral but there is a period mention (if I need more warnings, let me know)

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58 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

#4

A/N: I wrote this at 3am don't look at me

MINORS DNI

Murdock has a habit.

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58 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#3

"Perhaps you are tired of me repeating myself over..."

One spank. You yelp with a jolt.

"...and over..."

Another spank, another cry from you. You swear that slap was harder.

"...and over again," he growls into your ear as he gives one more and you hiss in pain, even as a shudder runs down your spine.

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79 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

#2

Technically

(A/N: This has been languishing for a while cuz despite being a drabble I got stuck really quickly; I couldn’t figure out how to make what I wrote mesh with the idea of “someone comes to the door” without it feeling unnecessary. Ah well, another time, mayhaps. Anyway, enjoy~)

(minors dni)

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Technically, the head engineer should bunk near the engines, in case of an issue. Technically, in addition to being closer to the bridge, the captain's quarters only have room for one.

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147 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

How they would react to you tying yourself up in ribbon as a gift for them: Actor and Dark

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157 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

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(posts edited down for length and also to hide most of the naughty stuff lol. also for some reason this recap post removed the read more from everything so the entire post was slapped in there)

What a year! I know I'm (very) late with posting this, but I only refound this recap thing in the last few days of 2022 and then I got busy. My most popular post was the one towards the beginning of the year, and I actually reblogged stuff to this blog that wasn't just that one gifset! Whodathunk! The top five has a pretty good range, which I'm happy about. Thank you to everyone in particular who reblogged stuff and added tags, I appreciate those notes the most. And also those asks, hehe. I live for the yelling at me in my inbox and the tags. Who knows what this year will bring~~ >:3

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[julysn]

nothing looks the same in the light | a julysn xclusive.

ship: kyle broflovski x reader.

character(s): kyle broflovski, reader, ike broflovski (comes in around the end)

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual romance, aged-up characters, high school, enemies to lovers, secret crushes, love confessions, mild gore, somewhat ooc kyle, also ike is being a little shit hes 13.

warnings: rated T for cursing and mild gore.

summary: you get mugged and beaten up, left alone in a dark alleyway. you get lost in thought when suddenly, your crush worst enemy appears to rescue you.

other notes: gn reader, kinda corny.

word count: ≈3300

spotify playlist: here

a/n: crossposted from ao3

also pls give me suggestions.. first fic on tumblr HIIII is this aesthetically appealing would y’all read.. anyways i wrote this on impulse so it might be kinda bad?? but i had an idea and i tried..

kyle isn’t perfectly in character (i think). everything’s more fun when its slightly ooc imo !

posted while i’m at school… kinda rushed

You had just gotten into one of the bloodiest, most gruesome fights of your life

You were walking home from school, wanting to just go home and sit in your bed and use your phone until your parents reminded you of your homework. You had just wanted to stare at the wall, trying to fall asleep early, so you wouldn’t wake up late tomorrow.

But those plans —could they even be considered plans?— were interrupted when you were suddenly whisked away into the dark, beaten and mugged. Your backpack and phone were stolen; hell, even your dignity and pride had been snatched too.

Should I be embarrassed or annoyed?

You glanced down at your body, staring down at each and every injury that blanketed your figure. Bruises littered your usually clean and well-kept body, and blood dripped down from your nose and onto your weak hands as you sat against the brick wall of the empty alleyway.

Your breathing was ragged and heavy, as tears spilled down from your eyes to your cheeks. Your teeth were clenched, the pain swarming your fragile figure. I shouldn't have gone this way when I was walking home from school, you mused. Bad decision. Maybe bad is an understatement.

You were sitting all alone, bloodied and bruised, with potentially no one around to help except for your thoughts to offer mental support. Of course, this had to happen to you.

You were unlucky. Very unlucky. Maybe even the unluckiest person in all of Colorado.

Your luck has always been horrible since.. what, forever? You were always the first one out in dodgeball—always going out in the most embarrassing ways. Like the time Eric Cartman hit you in the face and as you were walking to sit down on the bleachers, you tripped on your shoelace and fell face-first. You earned two new bruises that day.

Your unlucky streak didn't end there, though. You always found ways to trip or fall over nothing. There was that one time you were in the cafeteria and you stood up to walk over and get a napkin, but you tripped over the air in front of your foot. You fell face-first into the floor, your shoe flying off your foot and into the air. You swore it did a backflip as it landed on the floor, and your friends burst out laughing... Needless to say, the memory still haunts you to this day.

There were countless stories that your family, friends, or even classmates could recite of you and your horrible luck embarrassing you in different ways. Woeful, isn't it?

You were sinking deeper and deeper into your thoughts until you heard some voices outside of the alleyway. Your head perked up, attempting to decipher the identities behind the ones who were speaking. However, they weren't being too loud, and you still couldn't figure out if you knew them or not.

Who's over there?

Luckily, you didn't have to force your weak body to stand up and walk over to answer that question. One of the ones in the group saw you in the alley and pushed away their friends to check on you.

Once your tired, sad eyes could finally process the sight before you, your jaw dropped to the core of the Earth. Figuratively, and hell, probably literally. Your jaw unhinged at who was standing in front of you, with a look of concern so surprising you almost pinched yourself to figure out if you were in a dream. Your eyes widened immensely. Your blinking went rapid. You were surprised (obviously).

"Kyle..?" You asked weakly, your soft and teary eyes looking up to see him. He was usually annoyed when you were around, so why did he look... genuinely concerned? I’ve never seen him this worried about anything. Do I mean something, or am I just overthinking it?

“Y/N? God, what the hell happened to you?” Kyle exclaimed, his eyes widened and eyebrows furrowed as he tentatively reached out to see your bruises. You reluctantly shuffled a bit, positioning yourself for him to see the majority of the injuries you had sustained. One of his hands reached out to gently brush away your tears, and you felt your heart pound in your chest at the intimate contact.

“I got mugged.” You sighed, pressing your lips together to form a straight line as your eyes darted away from his, not wanting to see the look of worry etched onto his features. His lips curled into a frown as he heard your words, feeling sorry for you. “Besides, why do you care? Do I look like a damsel in distress?”

”Yes.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, clenching your teeth in irritation and pain as he examined your wounds. You had some cuts on your arms and neck, but mostly just purple and blue bruises were scattered across your figure.

This was a very unusual scenario—you were practically being rescued by your worst enemy. The two of you have hated each other since elementary school... maybe even preschool. And yet, in a time of desperation and need, he was the one to offer you care and comfort.

It makes sense why he’s being nice to me, I guess. If I saw my worst enemy like this, I’d take care of them too unless my worst enemy was Eric Cartman. I’d leave him there.

However, while one part of you was completely caught off guard by his sudden kindness and care, another side felt giddy and excited. Why? Because you had slowly begun to develop feelings for him over the past year and a half.

It sounded cliche, but Kyle was just irresistible. In your eyes, he was so gorgeous and kind (usually not to you). You liked him for not just his looks or personality but for his intelligence and talents.

Everything about him was perfect in your eyes. Everything, You admired each and every little feature that he had. The tiny, almost unnoticeable stitches around his mouth, his stunning emerald eyes, and those soft red curls that usually hid underneath his hat... you especially loved his hair.

One day, Kyle had shown up to school without his ushanka, and he looked so good. You swore the clouds parted just for the sun to admire his beauty, and that it was less cold—like he was an angel who had blessed the entirety of South Park.

That day was probably the best day of your life—the rivalry between the two of you wasn’t as strong or as harsh, school was quite easy that day (or maybe you were actually paying attention in class.), and things just felt... better. It sounds stupid, but that was the effect he had on you.

God, he’s gorgeous. And his personality? Even better-

”C’mon.” Kyle sighed gently, popping your thought bubble. He stood back up, seemingly having finished examining your wounds, He held out his hand for you to take, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you blinked for a couple of seconds, bewildered. What are his motives?

“Wait, where are you taking me?” You asked, staring at his open hand in suspicion. Kyle sighed and shoved his other hand into his pocket, his hand still stretched out towards you.

”My house, I guess. I need to bandage your wounds, and I don’t have a first aid kit on me.” He shrugged, pulling his hand away from you and placing it into his pocket. You contemplated the offer, thinking about the possibilities.

What if something happens while he’s taking care of me? Maybe he’ll kiss my bruises to soothe them... or maybe he’ll kiss me. I bet this is gonna be so damn romantic.

”Yeah, sure. I need it, anyways...” You weakly chuckled, letting out an awkward laugh as Kyle did the same. He held out a hand for you to grab onto, and you winced as you held his hand as he helped you to your feet.

The two of you walked down the street, your weak figure leaning against his as his warm, calloused hand lay on your waist. His presence was immensely comforting, and you found solace in the fact that he was being nice to you for a bit. Even if his kindness was temporary, it was heartwarming.

The walk was quite peaceful, steps slow and quiet as Kyle held you against him so you wouldn’t fall or trip. You winced as you felt his hand brush against one of your clothed bruises, and he immediately noticed your discomfort and moved his hand downwards so as not to hurt you further.

It was a partly cloudy afternoon in South Park, the chilly Colorado winds brushing against your (now bruised) cheeks like usual. The silence between you and Kyle was pretty soothing, as the two of you could sink deeper into your thoughts without it being awkward or uncomfortable.

Finally, after what felt like an hour of walking (but was only a few minutes), the two of you reached his house. His house was painted dark green with a detached garage, and the front door was painted coffee brown. You sighed, as he took you inside and led you to the kitchen.

”So, uh..” Kyle began, as he turned to glance at you while his hands rummaged through the medicine cabinet. He pulled out some bandages, before stepping over to you. He hopped onto the countertop beside you and leaned downward as his hands carefully wiped off the blood from a slit you had received on your arm. “How the hell did you get mugged?”

”I. I dunno.” You grimaced weakly, blinking back tears of pain as he wiped away the blood on all of the cuts you had. Kyle noticed this and he brushed away the tears with his fingertips, and you felt yourself melt underneath his sweet actions. His touch was delicate. Caring. He was being so kind, and your heart fluttered inside your chest. “But, uh. I’m fine, you don't have to—“

“Y/N, you’re not fine.” Kyle sighed, balling up the tissues smeared with blood and tossing them into a trashcan. He gazed into your eyes with a soft, caring look. The two of you held eye contact for a few seconds before he snapped out of it and picked up some Neosporin. You yawned and watched as he gently rubbed the cream into the bruises and around some of the cuts, as gently as ever. "Just let me bandage you, alright?"

You felt yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him at his tender, attentive behavior. He was perfect. Astronomically attractive. Everything someone would want in a man. No words in the English dictionary could describe the amount of love you had stored in your heart for him.

Kyle Broflovski was the man of your dreams.

As the two of you sat there, your mind was flooded with a hurricane of thoughts. Did he like you back? Was he just being nice or is this his way of spending time with you? Are you overthinking it? Why was he being so nice to you? Did he have ulterior motives?

You had to ask.

“.. Why are you being so sweet to me?” You asked quietly, voice bashful and sheepish as you looked up from your lap to face him. Kyle was working diligently to wrap bandages around the cuts, and god he looked good. His narrowed eyes as he focused, his parted lips... You shook your head gently to distract yourself from these very thoughts.

"I feel bad," Kyle admits, looking up at you as he leaned back and took a deep breath. Pearls of sweat dripped down from his forehead, and he slipped off his jacket and ruffled his hair as he looked over your arm to see if he missed any cuts he needed to bandage. He yawned and ruffled his hair, and you couldn't help but admire the way his hand ran through those gorgeous curls of his. He's perfect. But he isn't mine.

He was the one guy you wanted so badly, yet you thought he was out of reach. Whenever Wendy and Bebe would drag you to basketball games because they wanted to see their boyfriends and not go alone, you couldn't help but sneak glances at your crush enemy.

The way Kyle would practically destroy the court with skill was the most attractive thing you've ever seen.

Unfortunately, 1/3 of the attendees from other schools would agree with you. You had seen many people, both girls, and guys, eyeing him with interest in their eyes. He had many admirers, mostly from other schools—you were probably the only one in the school who found him attractive, unless he had secret admirers... Of course, you always felt a rush of jealousy fill your veins whenever you saw someone try to gain his interest, but luckily, he was only focused on winning the games.

Everyone was aware that he had many "fangirls and fanboys" at other schools, as many even joked about it. Lighthearted, amusing stories of his “simps” were passed around during lunch for people to have a soft laugh about.

But, his worst admirer had to be you. You were down horrendous. The quick, sneaky glances towards him during class. How you would go home and sit on your bed, laying on your stomach, index finger twirling your hair while your other hand held your phone as you scrolled through his Instagram, blushing and giggling.

And not to mention the occasional unholy dreams that had overcome your thoughts for the rest of the day due to their vivid and exciting nature...

You were down enormously.

Your train of thought came to a halt as you felt the bandage meeting your other arm. Kyle had finished working on your right arm, and he had moved to sit on your left arm. The feeling of the fabric hitting your skin once more brought you back to reality, and the awkward silence was… well, awkward as hell.

And so, the two of you continued to sit in silence as Kyle worked delicately on the injuries you had sustained. The quiet atmosphere was beginning to feel comforting, instead of awkward. Your ears filled with the quiet sound of the both of you breathing, and it was a beautiful moment.

That was, until a black-haired freckled kid who looked to be around 12-13 years old walked in. His jaw immediately dropped at the sight of you two on the counter, in a bit of an intimate position as both your faces were just inches apart. It almost looked like the two of you were a couple, with the way you were so close.

”Holy shit!” The freckled kid shrieked, his jaw practically at the core of the Earth as he processed the sight before him. He blinked rapidly, trying to make sure this was real and not just a hallucination or anything. “Kyle, you and Y/N finally fucked?!”

“Finally?” You raise an eyebrow, your suspicions close to being confirmed. Finally... does finally mean that— No, I need to interrogate this kid. “How do you even know my name?”

“Kyle talks about you all the time,” The young teen smirked teasingly, though it was evident that he was still in shock. He slowly approached the two of you, a hilariously wicked smile on his face as he crossed his arms. Meanwhile, Kyle’s cheeks faded into a bright tint of red that rivaled his hair.

“No, I don’t—“

Kyle’s protests were cut off as the kid interjected, giggling furiously. It was evident that Kyle was trying to deny it, but his flushed cheeks and death stare toward the freckled kid made it a bit obvious that what he was saying was true. "My brother has the biggest crush on you. He shows me your Instagram posts all the time—"

Your jaw dropped. Your eyes widened. Your breath caught in your throat. So, according to this random little kid, the love of your life liked you back.

"Ike, get out," Kyle growled, finally putting a name to the face before you. Ike simply let out a mischievous giggle as he shot the both of you a wink, turning around and leaving the kitchen. for the both of you. You sighed, completely dumbfounded by what had just occurred.

"Was what he said true?" You asked quietly, blinking rapidly. Your heart pounded in your chest, your stomach filled with butterflies. This was probably the best day of your life, had it not been for the fact that you were mugged.

”… Yeah.” Kyle admitted, his cheeks bright red and lips pressed together to form a straight line, feeling quite awkward now that the truth was out. "I've had a crush on you for about, uh.. 9 months now."

You thought you were about to explode. You felt a tsunami of emotions wash over you, as you felt so giddy yet shocked. Your heart was beating real fast, and you could swear it skipped some beats too. Butterflies flooded your stomach, and you could barely identify your true feelings about all of this. The news had practically flipped your world upside down, leaving you completely breathless and disoriented.

"Am I dreaming? Kyle, pinch me. Do something so I know I’m awake." You pondered aloud, feeling the last bandage being applied to your cuts as Kyle finally pulled away, avoiding your gaze with embarrassment in his emerald eyes. He was unsure if you liked him back—after all, the two of you were known to be worst enemies. Silently, he was begging, pleading, praying that you reciprocated.

Instead of pinching you, however, Kyle decided to do a little more than that. He gently picked up your hands, slipping his palm into yours as your fingers intertwined, and took a deep breath as he leaned in. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized what was happening, and you decided to lean in too.

The two of you shared a soft, short kiss, one full of affection and tenderness. The kiss was quick yet passionate, and you felt yourself longing for more as he finally pulled away.

I really hope this isn't a dream.

You needed more of Kyle's sweet, delicate lips, so, you quickly leaned in and gave him a gentle peck on the lips. He smiled into the kiss, squeezing your hands as you both sat on the counter, staring at each other in silence. The absence of words made the tranquil moment more divine, and you wanted this to last forever.

“… So, are we dating now, or..?” Kyle asked shyly, his tone slightly awkward but still warmhearted and soothing. You giggled at how he said it, but another part of you was literally about to start screaming and jumping up and down in excitement.

“Yeah,” You nodded, and in turn, he wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you into a tight embrace. You buried your face into his neck, savoring the moment while it lasted.

You hugged him tightly, wanting nothing more than to just stay in his arms forever. You wished time could stop so you could live in this moment for eternity. His arms felt so comforting around yours, as his fingers gently brushed against your bandages.

You felt Kyle’s lips brush against your temple, and your heart fluttered in happiness. This was it. We’re finally together now.

“Are you two— Woah.” Ike interrupted as he walked back into the kitchen, hands in his pockets as he processed what he was seeing. “Ew! Get a room, you two!”

[kai-harada]

Goodnight everybody!! I hope y’all are doing good and have a good day/night, I love

Hope y’all sleep well ^-^

[mars-ipan]

ohh the self control i exude every night to just Go To Bed. god damn i am so mentally exhausted

[welcometodiehop]

Life Goes On Without You- A Replaced! AU part 2

A/N: I did NOT expect all the positive feedback on the first fic, and someone even asked for a part two! I initially had NO idea how to continue it but now i’m pretty excited to get this one done. Hopefully this one will be more readable since i’m still learning tumblr fic writing.

Read part one: here

GN reader x Brothers and Dateables (platonic Luke)

CW: Traumatic flashbacks and a bit of swearing.

You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve last seen the sun. The last time you felt the warmth of another. To the others, you’re a distant memory. Something to be kept in a glass case, to “preserve your memory” as they call it. Did Lilith weep as you wanted so desperately to when you first came along? If only you could ask her.

It’s another tour day, you forget when the last one was. Was it a month? a year? maybe more? It doesn’t matter to you anyway. You take a good look at the two figures you hadn’t seen before. A woman with gradient hair and strange eyes, and what you assume to be an angel from his attire- though he looks like a sopping wet kitten in the rain. You could almost bring yourself to laugh a little. They seem to call themselves “Thirteen” and “Raphael” respectively. You don’t tend to pay attention to people anymore, but Thirteen keeps giving you an odd look. Almost concerned. Maybe she just finds dolls creepy, you did when you were alive.

It wasn’t until the late hours in the night that you got your answer. You were awoken by the lights being turned on as you saw Thirteen cone into the room and slowly shut the door behind her. She approaches you and gives you a small “shhh” as if you could speak. She lifts up your shirt and opens the chest compartment where the magic stone holds your soul is placed. Taking the stone, she holds it up to her ear and asks:

“Hey, are you awake? You have to be bored out of your mind in here, right?”

You wonder if she could hear you like this, but instantly banish the thought as you try to communicate back.

“Yeah, I can’t tell how long I’ve been like this.”

“So you are alive… If I knew someone did something like this I would have dealt with it a LOT sooner.”

You can’t believe your ears. Someone just talked to you… and they could hear you! Many questions swirl around in your mind, but you settle on a “You can hear me?”

She huffs out a puff of air in amusement.

“ This isn’t my first time dealing with a soul stone, us reapers have to keep an eye on these kinds of things if we want to be good at our jobs.”

“Is there anything you can do to help me?” you ask.

“ Duh, that’s why I’m here. Everyone’s probably going to be pissed at me for doing this but I’d be a shitty reaper if I didn’t help lost souls pass on. So tell me this, how about give you a break and help you start a new life? Sound cool?” she looks at you expectantly.

You don’t quite know how to answer. Yes, you’ve been suffering in this immense boredom and loneliness for what feels like forever now, but to leave them all is-

“Yeah, sounds cool. I’m tired of sitting here all day anyway.”

They’ve abandoned you. It only makes sense that you move on with your life.

“All right, I still don’t know if this will hurt but brace for impact-“

“Impact?-“

You don’t get to finish your question as Thirteen slams your soul stone on the ground, shattering it. That’s the last thing you see.

———————————————————————

Your name is (Y/N). If someone asks, you’d say you live a pretty good life. You have loving parents, a pretty good apartment, friends here and there, and can sometimes muster up the courage to talk to cute people at the café you frequent. However, work tends to be a slog. You’re an accountant at a hotel chain you don’t care about. Corvo… something? You really can’t be bothered to remember. You make enough to probably go on vacation, but you can never really make time. Punching in numbers day in and day out numbs the brain, but you can’t complain. After all, everything else seems fine.

“So then (Y/N), we- hey!” your coworker snaps their fingers in front of your eyes to get your attention. “ Earth to (Y/N)! Space cadet, I’m talking to youuuu!”

“Ah- sorry, just sort of spacing out. What were we talking about again?” you reply.

“Man, have you been getting enough sleep lately? You’ve been spacing out a lot lately.” They ask.

“I dunno, I feel fine, it’s just that-“ you look at your phone, “Crap, break’s almost over. If I don’t get back to work our supervisor is gonna put me in for review.” you shudder.

As you’re opening the door to leave the break room, someone stands in your way. He wears clothes so expensive that you feel poor just breathing around it. You crane your neck up to look at him, golden eyes boring into yours. This definitely isn’t your supervisor.

“Um… can I help you?” you muster out.

“Ah- yes. I’ve actually been looking for you, you must be (Y/N), right? I’m DD, CEO of this company.”

DD…? Are those just his initials? you think to yourself. Today’s just getting odd, what would the CEO want with you? You look back at your coworker and they shrug. Figures they have no idea what the hell is going on either.

“So um… what do you need from me? Lemme guess, you’re gonna fire me in person?” you manage to give an awkward laugh.

Yours however, pales in comparison to this man’s boisterous one. Genuinely amused, he seems.

“No, no. Nothing like that. Just come follow me up to my office. I would just like a little chat with you.” he says.

With how awkward this is getting, you wish you were about to be fired. But reluctantly, you follow him anyway. You feel a pit in your stomach begin to grow, and DD notices. He tries to pat your back and give you a grin in order to comfort you, but it brings minimal success.

Once inside the office, you’re met with 11 other people. Some wildly not dressed for an office setting, and why is there a child in here? They look at you with expectant eyes, some filled with a tinge of sadness, others a sense of hope. You sit down in one of the leather seats in front of the desk, wanting to sink into it, never to be seen again. Living in the chair dimension sounds heavenly right now.

“(Y/N), we-“ the blond one with the obnoxious tie speaks up.

He didn’t get to finish as DD sat down at his desk and waved his hand, a silent order for him to stop. He looks at you with a serious expression, one that contrasts with his seemingly jovial nature he’s shown previously.

“ (Y/N), we’re about to ask questions that may seem odd, but just know that everything we tell you is the absolute truth.” he says.

You raise an eyebrow at him. Things go through your mind at breakneck pace.

If this company is run by a cult, I’m sending in my resignation letter and leaving without two weeks notice. you think to yourself.

“To start off, I suppose we should tell you things about ourselves. My true name is Diavolo, and I am the crown prince of the Devildom, land of demons.”

You open your mouth to speak, but 9 of the figures, including the man apparently named Diavolo, show what appear to be their true forms. They all are large an imposing, sporting horns and various extra appendages. You recoil in fear. Demons?! Aren’t those just the creatures that religious zealots tell you that will steal your soul? Why are they right in front of you? Are you going to die?

You look at the remaining three, and point to them, mustering out a shaky “Wh-what about them?”

“Well, I’m a sorcerer,” the pale white haired one motioned to the other two beside him. “and these two are angels.”

Yup, this is way worse than a cult. You turn back to Diavolo, your body shaking.

“What do you want with me? I haven’t done anything particularly bad- and it’s definitely too early to die-“ you get cut off.

Diavolo’s eyes soften, as do the rest of the people beside you as he slides you some photos. “Do any of these look familiar?” he asks.

You look through the photos, each more confusing than the last. There you were, smiling and laughing with some of the people in the room, some of the photos of you arguing, some where you console the others, others where you were being consoled. You’ve never seen these people before, when did they get these photos? How do they all know you when you’ve only met them today?!

“I… I think i need to go-“

You rush to get out of your seat and push past the people surrounding you. As you make it to the door the serpentine-esque demon grabs you by the wrist, in a desperate attempt to get you to stay.

“(Y/N)! Please don’t go- not yet!”

You turn to get your arm out of his grasp but a searing pain stops you. He lets go of your wrist, as you stare at the mark that seems to be branded on the inside of it. Soon, other parts of your body begin to burn, each with different markings. You fall to the floor and gasp in pain. You look up at all the concerned faces watching you-

When suddenly, it hits you like a truck.

All those memories: the exchange program, the pacts, the sorcerer trials, the tender moments you’ve shared with each of them. The pain eventually subsides as you stand up, feeling as if you were floating. You smile at them for a moment, whispering a “You guys….“

But the rest of the memories come back as well. The mind numbing boredom, the ache to feel their touch, the melancholy of being forgotten and the burning hatred of being replaced by another. Tears well up in your eyes. They overwhelm you with so many emotions, and you choke out twice the sobs as you do words.

“ How could you?… How could you guys leave me alone like that?! What was I to you?” You sob.

They all surround you trying their best to hug you all at once. Lucifer then speaks up.

“We were so consumed in our grief…we didn’t know what to do.”

“We’re so sorry (Y/N)! We promise to never leave you alone again!” Asmodeus sobs with you.

Words now elude you. Is it really right to go back to them? After everything that happened?

“ What… happened to the other exchange student?” you ask

“They… ended up being unable to stand us anymore… I guess we sort of drove them nuts.” Belphegor says.

So they still remembered you even after the exchange student left. This still all feels wrong. You love everyone so much but you can’t stand being around them after everything they did. It hurts more than words can describe.

“Will you come back to us? We’ve really missed you-“

“I can’t.”

You interrupt him before he can finish.

“I just- I love you guys so much but… I think I just need some time. Time to think. Time to… get this all figured out.” you say.

“But-“ Mammon says, “ We’ve spent all this time looking for you and-“

“If it’s time they need then it’s time they’ll get. we need to respect that.” Diavolo interrupts.

He pushes past everyone else and hands you your old DDD and lays a hand on your back.

“If you ever need us, we’re here for you. Take as much time as you need.”

“Thank you. I think I need to head home and lie down…” you reply.

They all give you your space to leave and you wave them goodbye as you head through the door. You shut it behind you softly.

You begin to cry again.