#but these are just the ones i managed to draw before motivation ran out

[thedoodlebuggo]

I feel like I'm the only one with this vision. Anyways transmasc kid kree real and true

YES YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT.

i made a mgadd drawing for trans visibility day of chars i hc as trans or are canonically under the trans umbrella but it ended up being late so i never posted it--

trans kid kree ‼️

[fandomfics]

Too Many Beds

One shot

Pairing: Sam Winchester x gn Reader

Description: You and Sam are forced to stay the night locked in the dormitory of a recently abandoned boarding school to draw out a spirit. Who knew there could be too many beds in one room?

A/N: saw the prompt too many beds and this popped into my head. Enjoy.

⚠️Warnings⚠️

18+ blog

Fluff, mutual pining, cuddling. not proof read.

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"The only way to draw this bitch out is having someone stay in the dorm at night. I don't know what to tell you." Dean Huff's before stuffing a fork full of pie into his mouth.

"Okay, but why just Sam and I? What the hell are you gonna do?" You're suspicious of Dean's motives but relax a bit when he finally swallows another bite of his pie and explains.

"Bobby asked me to check out a sighting nearby. Hour or so away. I'll look into that while you handle this. Two birds, one bullet."

"Not the phrase...and I think you woefully misunderstand it's meaning. " You chuckle. The three of you continue the conversation, come up with a game plan for the nights activities and pack the bags that will accompany you.

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You open the door to the dormitory of the school, still pristine as it was only cleared out last week after several boys who occupied this wing ran screaming from the room clawing at their eyes until they were bloodied and blinded.

The long rectangular room is dim, moonlight streams in from the windows along the wall to your right, lightly illuminating the 10 beds on each side.

"I wish I knew what this fucking spirit showed those poor boys." You wonder out loud, "must have been horrific. "

"Hmm, yeah." Sam mumbles in agreement as he lays out his tools on one of the beds. "I'll take this side of the room, you take the other end."

"Sure." you hesitate before making your way to the other end of the room. You click on the lamp on the bedside table before you settle on the bed pulling out the book on cryptid that you had brought to pass the time.

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10:40 pm

20 minutes after your arrival you and Sam had both settled comfortably on beds at the opposite end of the room and we're reading when you hear a loud squeak. You look up to see Sam shifting his weight before letting out a sigh. He gets up and moves one bed over, slightly closer to you, "I am not listening to that sound every time I move." He says looking up at you as you chuckle quietly.

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11:48 pm

You read the same paragraph over and over. Unable to comprehend the information as your mind wanders. You've been absolutely head over heels for Sam ever since you met the Winchesters last year, but you're sure he doesn't feel the same. In a moment of boldness you stand and move 2 beds closer to Sam. He looks up quizzically and you fight the blush creeping up your cheeks, grateful for the dimness of the room.

"Th-that bed wasn't very comfortable." You manage to stutter out

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12:37 am

Sam gets up and heads to the bathroom. When he returns he lays one bed closer, you pretend not to notice.

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2:14 am

A loud crash resounds from the other side of the room as a lamp falls to the ground and you just about jump out of your skin. Sam is startled out of his book and gets up to move to another bed on your side this time, leaving one bed between you.

"I think it's starting," his voice is low "Maybe we should stay closer in case this thing tries to come for one of us."

You nod wordlessly as your heart flutters in your chest.

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2:53 am

You hear the patter of rain on the panes of the windows as a storm rolls in.

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3:24 am

The room lights up in a flash as lightning strikes. Thunder follows closely behind and the storm grows in intensity.

You make your way over to Sam's bed and sit on the edge. His eyes meet yours as you will your words to breach your lips," I wouldn't be able to hear you very well from over there," you gesture towards the last bed you occupied. "Ya know, if you needed me for anything." He gives you a small smile and pats the bed beside him. He's aware of your fear of lightning, having lost someone close to you in a fire caused by conditions much like these.

You lay on your back next to him and you both continue reading, he notices your whincing with every strike of lightning.

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5:13 am

You don't know when you fell asleep, but when you wake up your head rests against sam's chest and one arm is draped over his sleeping form. First you feel your heart flutter at the closeness, then panic sets it. Did you do this in your sleep? Did he know? What if he doesn't want to be in this position with you?

You slowly try to remove yourself and he stirs, he wraps his arm around you to bring you closer, "Stay, please." He says sleepily.

You tilt your chin up to look at his face, his eyes are soft as he meets your gaze.

"I-I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I would be uncomfortable if you moved, you're keeping me warm." A teasing smile draws his lips up.

"Sam, I can't do this." He allows you to push away from him, his eyes concerned.

"I'm sorry, I thought maybe-" he stumbles on his words as you stand up and move to stand in front of the closest window hugging yourself. He gets up from the bed and stands behind you, a gentle hand on your shoulder, "talk to me please." He whispers.

Tears well up in your eyes and you sniffle unintentionally giving yourself away. You turn to face him, "I'm sorry Sam, I just really can't be close to you like that. I don't know what I was doing..."

"Why?"

"I...I know you see me like a sibling, and that's a weird thing for a sibling to do..."

"What? I don't see you like that. " He brings a hand up to your face and wipes a tear from your cheek. "I love you-"

"Like a friend I know."

"No. Not like a friend." Your eyes lock onto him and he steps closer to you, you lower your hands to your side and he takes them in his. He shifts his gaze to the floor waiting uncomfortably for you to say something.

"I love you too Sam." His hands leave yours and he wraps you in a tight hug, with a happy laugh. Warmth spreads through your body and you feel a weight lifted off off you.

He pulls out of the hug slightly with one hand still holding you close, the other comes up to cup your cheek and he looks content.

"Can I kiss you?" He says softly

You nod, not trusting your voice to carry your message and he leans in slowly. You close your eyes and feel his breath on your lips when he momentarily hovers before fully making contact.

You bring your arms up to rest on his shoulders and lean into him, the kiss is slow and deep, and interrupted.

The door to the room crashes open and Dean stands in the doorway with a wide smile on his face.

"Finally. Glad to see my little plan worked."

"What?" You and Sam say in unison.

"Oh yeah, I got the bones yesterday and took care of it. Thought locking you in a room together for a night might finally get you two to bang it out or something. Come on, let's go. You can make out in the back seat on the way to the next stop."

[spookberry]

Hello I hope you are doing well! I wanted to say that I really love your art! Could I ask for more information about Henri and Claire, or just Henri in general? I think they're super cute but additionally, I think Henri is interesting by himself because I feel like I don't know as much about him! How long has he been immortal? How did he become immortal? How did he learn to exorcise? Oh, and I wanted to ask how you feel about fanart of your ocs? I really love Claire's design and I think it would be fun to draw him :)

:D! No one's ever asked me about Henri before! Also to answer your last question I'd love fanart of my OCs 🥺

More on Henri under the cut:

Okay so basically his backstory goes like this: back in the Victorian era there was this couple that was really into the occult. They were fairly nomadic, traveling the states as consultants when people were having supernaturally driven issues. This couple also happened to have a young son, Henri. Henri and his folks were very close and he took after them and their interest in ancient magic A Lot.

When Henri was about 9 his parents died. They left everything to him, but they didn't exactly have a house or anything, just a ton of old books and cursed trinkets. His favorite though was a book that was written entirely in ancient greek. So when he ran away to avoid being shipped off to live with relatives that didnt appreciate his interest in magic too much, that book was one of the things he thought to grab first.

Grief can make a 9 year old orphan do crazy shit, for Henri it became about trying to translate this book. Thats when he discovered problem number 2 with the book: its full of dark magic. Every spell in it is awful and corrupting. There's one unfinisged spell thats meant to banish a demon from their host body. And its like the one spell he can concieve of in this book that isnt just like flat out evil. So he decided to try and finish it.

The book also has a demon summoning ritual in it, so you can guess what he does.

After that he's saddled with Claire a 12 year old girl who is VERY mad it him about getting rid of her demon and demands he help her find him again. (Note: Claire does not realize he's trans yet here)

They try to summon skid back but it just doesnt work, so they gotta do this the old fashioned way.

Takes them months before they finally manage to track skid down again, but during that time the two manage to become friends. Claire opens up a lot about her fear of dying and how she feels she cant enjoy life because of how little time she has left. Henri decides his new goal in life is to heal her so that they can grow up and grow old together. He tells her as much and she gives him this gentle little smile and he internally is like "i would die for her" (he's in love but doesnt know it yet.)

Once Skid is back in and puppeting the body, Henri makes the choice to stick by Skid's side. He needs them to be close for when he finally figures out a way to heal her. And ya know the modern medicine of cough syrup with cocaine and mercury isnt gonna do it so he starts experimenting with magic instead.

He's 15 when he accidentally curses himself. Part of the curse effects his memory, so he doesn't actually know WHAT he did, and he doesn't even realize right away that he isn't aging. All he knows at first is that suddenly dark magics waaaay easier to do so he needs to be careful about that and also one of his eyes is fucked up. So now his secondary motive is also undo his own curse as well as heal Claire. Cuz itd suck if he finally heals Claire but isnt able to age himself, ya know?

Henri's a pretty chill guy and most of the cast view him as skid's 2nd in command and often her voice of reason(though he himself is prone to being impulsive and moody due to the whole technically still being 15 thing). The underlings also all view him as an older brother sort, because he's protective but often "hands off" in how deals with things but also hes just really tall. Lucky him he had his growth spurt before cursing himself to never age.

He tends to have a lot of memory issues, some days are worse than others. On his worst days he doesn't even remember how he met skid, but most days hes just sort of fuzzy and cant quite remember all 200 years he's spent by their side. His vision has also deteriorated with time, he cant see out of his left eye at all and can only make out colors and general shapes out with his left.

Even though he stuck with Skid for Claire's sake, Henri has actually become very close with skid after 200 years. Skid's secretive and doesnt actually like talking about themself honestly but depsite that he knows a lot about them. He knows skid has their own memory issues, and he's aware that Skid's not a full demon. He's heard skid's human name before but forgot it at some point and knows better than to ask about it. He's also very aware that Skid's prone to getting involved in shit which leads to them getting hurt magically and letting Claire run the body for a couple days every other decade. So they still get to see each other. These brief meetings is how Henri realized he was in love with Claire.

Bonus Info: Henri doesn't actually subscribe to modern labels and doesnt really consider himself as being into women or men. He just loves who he loves. (Hes asexual and panromantic)

Fun Fact: i came up with Henri and Skid when I was 12, but every other character in their story, including Claire, formed a slightly later.

^ skid and Henri drawings from when I was 12

[that-starry-freak]

Welcome!!!!

Hello!!! I'm Echo, or Starry I don't mind! I am just a silly little guy here on Tumblr thinking about my silly guys and studying them! Don't mind me!

I have a side blog for my current main hyperfixation, for now being my Tsams side blog! Go check that out if you are interested in my Tsams content: @dont-hug-me-im-hyperfixating

DISCLAIMER: not all my art is Tsams/tsbs!! I draw a lot of Fnaf sb dca things, and ship Sun x Moon outside of the tsams fandom! I do not ship incest, and any of the ships you see will never be in the context of them being siblings!

Tags and Aus vvv

My Tags!

#art - this may be shocking, but its my art

#traditional art - my art, but its ~traditional~

#Astro Rants - chat I yap a lot

#oc stuff - its in the title hon

My Aus! (Needs to be updated and changed but I dont wanna)

Dca/fnaf

Mind over Matter au: You've known about fazbear ever since you were 3. You grew up with it, and started working there pretty early on. Now you're moving to their newest location, The Mega Pizzaplex. But you have ulterior motives, and you arnt just there to be a security guard.

You're told to stay out of the daycare, but you've never really cared about what Fazbear tells you to do. You meet the daycare attendant, and when the lights turn off, you have to think quick on your feet. But you end up taming and saving the viruses Moon, and start to slowly get closer to the prickly Sun. While slowly working on your own, personal and more important mission (left vague because I hope to write this story, so I'll keep the twist a suprise <3)

Tag - #MoM au

Rockstars and Romance: In a world with soulmate marks, its unsurprising that everyone wants to know what the back of your's looks like. You however wear a pair of gloves to hide the marks, not needing people claiming to be your soulmate. But when your manager Mr. Emily says you'll be working with Sun and Moon, two robot rockstars that work under the same manager as your rival Vanny, you begin to have sneaking suspicions of who they're for.

Sun and Moon were never made to be rockstars, they were created for the circus. But when fazbear decides to rebrand, they were the only robots that were spruced up and forced to sing. They enjoy it for the most part, but marks began showing up on their hands. They paint over them, but every time they wake up, it's there again. They can tell one set is supposed to be each other, the sun and moon marks were obvious, but the two red stars were not so much. They assume they were meant to represent their dead ex, but when they meet Red, they begin to have other theories.

Tag - #Rsr au

Companion: Sun was always very, very stressed. So they made him a companion: Moon. Thats it, that's the au.

Tag - #cau

Sams

The Dying Sun's Protostar au: When Eclipse (v2) died, the star wasn't destroyed with him. So Moon brought it back to his universe and hid it. Things went on as normal, and soon they forgot about it. But when Solar died, Moon was desperate to get him back. He attempted to use magic to use his lingering energy and revive him, but it didn't work. Instead, the star absorbed his eccense and became sentient. Leaving Moon, and the rest of the celestial family, to raise a small powerful semi-animatronic child named Star. Also Moon changed his name to Nexus to distinguish himself from Old Moon, not wanting to keep being compared to someone who he wasnt.

Tag - #tdsp au

Ask Blog

Relocation au: Eclipse (v4) secretly went to a universe with a lord Eclipse with the help of Spanard, convincing his Servant Sun to go against him and steal the star. He brought his family back, and they all thanked Eclipse. He went there every once and awhile, because it felt nice to have people care about him. Sure, Earth in his universe did, but that was about it. But when Nexus went insane trying to bring Solar back, he succeeded in killing his family. All but Eclipse. He attempted to go after him, but Eclipse ran to the universe he had helped before, bringing Spanard with him, now living with the ex servant Sun's family.

Tag - #relo au

Cotl

Rather than a Widow au: The Lamb didnt remember his own name at this point, so used to being called "The Lamb". They were so stressed with the cult at this point, but there was one good thing: they were married to Narinder, their God. However, when Narinder betrayed the Lamb and asked them to die permanently for his release, they refused. They fought, and the Lamb won. They let him live, but they're divorced. The Lamb is exhausted now, tired of their stupid cult members and their ex now living in their cult. Narinder is still in love with them, but The Lamb really doesn't want to marry him again. Guess we've got a lovers to enemies to lovers slowburn

Tag - #RtaW au

[mizzmellos]

What do you think that Matt did after Mello left Wammy’s? Any headcanons about what he did before their reencounter?

omg this is such a cute question and also one i've definitely never answered before! perfect start to my stupid new tag <3

soo i definitely think matt didn't care about his classes even when mello was at wammy's. but, more specifically, i think he didn't have to care about his classes. while this is all a bit self-indulgent, i think it'd be really funny if matt could have easily been L's number 1 candidate. like, he could have been more efficient than either mello or near, esp. if he put any amount of effort into it. he might even be more like L than either of the first two (only motivated by things that draw his attention, socially withdrawn and not especially self-interested but has a strange way of reading people, etc.) ofc he didn't want to get on his bff's bad side, but he really just wasn't interested in the whole gig. smoking weed & doxxing people who annoy him for fun > unlimited snacks and close personal proximity to cute pop stars. just barely, but still.

anyway all that aside i think he probably spent a few months hanging out in his room and occasionally showing up for a meal... like atp everybody kind of already knew he'd checked out. he spent most of his time on his computer. linda was also the only other person he really interacted with but after the third or fourth time she tried to do a friendly drop-in she was so irritated by his shitty attitude that she gave up.

also when mello ran away, matt definitely managed to figure out where he was within the day. like. if we're going by manga canon mello gets caught because he orders a specific brand of bougie chocolate (<- my favorite mello fact btw). he was just like... i'm not doing that -_-

[a-tale-never-told]

A Family Talk (Pt1)

Erika! May I ask you a favor?

S-Sure, what is it, Mr Hinata?

Could you please excuse yourself from this conversation? I have something very important to discuss with my son and wife. You can go upstairs if you want to.

Erm... sure thing. I'll let you guys be.

*Natsumi moves out of the living room and heads upstairs, leaving Hajime all by himself*

....

So... I'm sure you are all aware of what happened to me last morning, right?

Yes, but the point is are you okay, Hiroshi?

I'm okay, Keiko, really. I'm just a bit shaken up after that incident this morning with that psycho. I honestly still don't understand his motives for why he tried to murder me in broad daylight, but I can only draw hypotheticals, honey.

How did you escape? Considering he was on the verge of catching up to you only a few meters away, you could've been dead the moment you ran.

Let's just say that a train was approaching and I simply just... made a break for it. I managed to pass the train tracks seconds before the train came in. I didn't even look back to see the man, I just kept going until I was tired out.

Hold on, you drove through train tracks? Jesus, Dad! What if that train came in earlier? You could've gotten yourself killed just by doing that!.

I admit, it was certainly a risky move to pull. But what else was I supposed to do? That psychopath was coming straight at me with the intent to kill me, and I had no other way to escape!.

But enough about that, as I've got something to tell you all that is important to this conversation at hand *Clears his throat*.

About several hours ago, I got into contact with these anons, as they so call themselves by that, asking me to go make contact with the Yakuza and request that they give us protection from the killer. Despite my hesitations at first, I've given it a second thought and I decided to start getting help, despite my reservations.

Are you mad, Hiroshi? These are the same people that you despise and now you want to work with them?!

I know this sounds like madness coming from me, but it's the only choice we have left. All I need to do is to head for wherever their hideout is and just ask for their assistance. I came here just to tell you both so I can get your input.

Yeah, about that... that isn't happening any time soon.

What do you mean by that, son? Is there something wrong?

... They've refused to grant us protection from Simmon's killer or even get involved in our situation. In other words, no one is coming to help us. I'm so sorry, Dad...

[gladeorange]

He was too used to getting away with things. Growing up with parents who were too busy working to pay him much attention besides buying him all the things he wanted to keep him entertained, and a friend group he was considered the “baby” of and thus able to say and do pretty much whatever he wanted around without getting much flack for it—Glade had a severe lack of people being strict with him. Dani was different. She didn’t just give his antics a pass when he was being a nuisance or tell him off affectionately. Maybe that was why he was so drawn to her, because she was an irresistible challenge, the desire to find a way to break through her walls only growing every time she rebuffed him. Of course it didn’t help that she had given in once, just one time that remained burned onto his brain, taunting him with the tantalizing knowledge that his goal was not only possible, but had even been achieved before—only it seemed so much farther out of reach now that they were on the other side of it.

Dani had stopped wanting to have anything to do with him after they hooked up, even colder to him and more closed off to his flirtations and advances than she had been before. And at the risk of being cocky, he knew it wasn’t for lack of enjoyment during…Glade wasn’t oblivious; he knew that despite Dani’s physical attraction to him, she had a big moral issue with the fact that she’d been in a relationship at the time and he had convinced her to cheat. In his opinion, if her relationship hadn’t been strong enough for her to stay faithful within, it must not have been worth maintaining in the first place. Was it really such a loss that she had ended up breaking up with her boyfriend after that? Maybe he’d feel differently about it all if he’d ever been in a serious relationship himself, but as it stood, he couldn’t understand exactly what was holding her back from just letting loose and enjoying herself with him now that they already had burned that bridge together.

Despite his lingering interest, Glade didn’t usually go out of his way to seek Dani out and bother her. Whenever they ran into each other—usually at a club or somewhere like that, though he had once wandered into this thrift shop when she was working and unintentionally startled her—he did approach and attempt to light a spark. But she made her disinterest obvious during those chance meetings, so he sure as hell wasn’t going to come around and try to get her attention in his free time with a ninety-nine percent chance of failure. Except for tonight. Maybe he was feeling extra confident, or extra desperate, but the idea popped into his head to drop in for a visit, and then it was hard to shake; the store would be closing soon, so if he somehow managed to catch her interest for a hook-up they could leave as soon as she closed up. Or they could just do it here: he wasn’t picky. Dani didn’t seem to be on the same page, however, so he held his ulterior motive close to his chest for now.

“Are you this rude to all your customers, or am I just special?” he asked with a playful grin as she reiterated that she really did want him to fuck off. It was an uphill task trying to ease the tension when she’d already made up her mind to dislike him, but he was up for the challenge. One day he would crack the code and make Dani crack a smile. He didn’t respond to her question as to what he was doing there, the answer seeming to be pretty obvious as he reached over the counter to snatch the sketchbook she had been drawing in. “What’s this?” He held it out of her reach as she tried to grab it back, not wanting to let it go until he had a sufficient peek at what had been holding her attention so rapt. When he got a good look at the designs on the page, he understood. “Whoa! These are sick…"

“Maybe ‘fuck off’ will be our 'always.'” -Glade ( @gladeorange )

“Or maybe? Fuck off means. Fuck. Off.” Dani replied, as she rolled her eyes at him. If there had been a manager around to hear her say such a thing to a customer, for sure she would’ve either gotten a warning or even could have been fired. But it was only Dani working at the thrift store for the night, being stuck with the closing shift, and with there being a shy of an hour left until it was time to for her to close, there wasn’t any other customer around to either. In fact, there hadn’t been any customers around for the last half hour, the redhead doing much of nothing on her own until she pulled out her sketchbook and decided to kill the time drawing. It was just her luck that once she heard the bell ring from the entrance door a few minutes earlier, signaling Dani that someone had came in, that the ‘customer’ who came in had to be the one person she had no interest in seeing. Glade. 

“Welcom— Oh.” Not even finishing with her greeting, the redhead had rolled her eyes at the sight of him before immediately directing her gaze back at her sketchbook. And as she continued to draw, she mentally hoped to herself that he wouldn’t come her direction, that he would go and do whatever it was that he came inside the store to find, and either luck out with the item and leave without a word. And if Glade did happen to find something here he wanted, maybe he would be smart enough to let the transition go quietly so Dani could ring him up and have him out the store in no time. It wasn’t until she heard him say “Hey~” from right besides her, his voice so close to her ear as an indicator of how close he was to her, was when the redhead let out an annoyed sigh. Why did she think he would actually leave her alone? “Fuck off!” Dani had bit out in reaction, jerking away from him and taking a step back before shooting him with a quick glare. Her comment had only brought amusement to his face, like he had been expecting for her reaction to be that way, and so when he then made that ridiculous counter of “fuck off being their always” that’s when Dani rolled her eyes at him again and said what she had said.

“What are you even doing in here, Glade?” The redhead asked, in no mood to be entertaining him right now. It’s been so long since she last seen him, why was he suddenly here now? When she was alone and stuck at the closing shift of all nights! 

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

I Got You

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Footsteps echo through the near empty school halls as Quinn rushes through. She was done with everyone around her. Her idiot boyfriend, her idiot baby daddy, her idiot nemesis who insists on being "nice" to her. Hell, she was done with the baby growing in her belly, but she couldn't run away from that.

Finn had just found out that he wasn't the baby's father and pitched a fit. He and Puck fought, everyone looked at her with pity and she just couldn't deal with it anymore. So she ran.

The blonde managed to find an empty classroom and settled herself into a corner. The tears she was holding back finally fell on her face as she began to sob quietly. Her life was spiraling downwards and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

After a moment, her cries subsided. When she moved to wipe her tears, Quinn was startled by a handkerchief in front of her. Following the line of sight, her hazel eyes met yours.

Quinn hadn't realized that you were in the classroom since she just rushed in. She scared you, but it felt awkward for you to say anything while she was crying. You figured you'd have to get it over with anyway and make yourself known.

Her eyes narrowed at you. Quinn was used to people having ulterior motives. You just smiled in response and gestured to the handkerchief again. Once she took it, you backed up.

"Didn't mean to intrude." You bowed your head slightly. "I was here when you came in. Figured this was the least awkward way of popping up." Turning away, you start packing your thing. "I'll leave you alone though."

"Wait." You turned back to the blonde at her command. "How do I know you're not going to tell anyone about this?" A frown pulled at your lips. Sure, Quinn's fall from grace was well known throughout the school, but what more could you do to her? And for what reason?

"How would that help me? I've got no stake here. I'm a nobody." You walk up to her and kneel down to her level. "Besides, I'm not gonna kick a person when they're down. You've been through enough. Lemme be the person who's nice to you just because." You shrug with a lopsided smile. "So, if you need anything from me, I got you."

You stand once more and finally leave, letting Quinn have her moment alone. But she wasn't crying anymore. In fact, her heart stuttered at the sincerity you emitted. She wasn't entirely sure if she fell just a little in love with a stranger or not.

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As the week progressed, Quinn kept finding you in the crowds. It was like her eyes were automatically drawn to you when you were in the vicinity. She even realized that you shared a few classes with her. In her observations, Quinn realized why you never stood out. You kept your head down. You spoke when only spoken to in class. You seemed to weave through the crowd with ease. It was fascinating.

It was one of these moments in observation that led to your next encounter. Quinn was watching you at your locker when a few jocks surrounded her. She only took notice once they blocked her view.

"Lookit the fallen princess, fellas. Daydreaming about your throne?" The boys laughed, drawing attention. "Y'know, we should baptize her into her new position as the Loser Princess." One of them stroked his chin in thought. "But with what?"

The jocks shared sinister grins as they each revealed large cups in their hands. Quinn braced herself for the slushie attack knowing full well she was trapped. As the boys reared their arms back, she closed her eyes, only to feel a body press her against the wall and cover her.

Within a short span of time, you somehow made your way between the jocks before their attack launched. You used your slightly larger frame to cover Quinn and take the full brunt of the slushie assault. The boys laugh, not caring that someone else got slushied, only that someone did.

"HAH! Looks like the princess found a knight in slushied armor!" Guffaws echoed the hallway as the jocks leave, high-fiving each other.

You wipe the cold beverage off your face before turning to Quinn. "Hey, you ok? They didn't get you, did they?" The blonde only shook her head, staring at you in disbelief. You respond with a grin.

That snapped Quinn out of her stupor. She grabbed your wrist to pull you into the nearest bathroom. "C'mon. Let's get that stuff off before it stains your skin."

While your t-shirt was beyond saving, you were lucky enough to have a flannel shirt around your waist to wear in lieu of it. Thankfully, it took minimal slushie damage. Quinn helped to clean off the remnants of red dye off of your skin, paper towels piling in the trash can.

"You didn't have to do that, you know." Her hazel eyes stared right into yours. She had been wiping down your face and now held it still. "I've been slushied before. And now you're a target by association. It's only gonna happen more often."

A smile spreads on your face as you take her hands in yours. "I wasn't gonna let that pretty dress get ruined." A gentle squeeze of the hands. "Besides, I don't care about getting an icy facial. I'll bring spare clothes and a towel. You and your safety though? I care about." Quinn takes an unconscious step towards you.

"But why?"

You shrug, tucking the blonde's hair behind her ear.

"I feel like it. I don't know why, but I'm drawn to you. And not just cuz you're stunning." Quinn ducks her head at the compliment. You give her a moment before tilting her head back up by the chin.

"It's gonna be a rough ride in the coming months. I'll help however I can." Before Quinn could protest, you shushed her. "I mean it. If you really wanna pay me back, you can find a way, but I'm not asking for anything. Like I said before, I got you."

Quinn was overwhelmed with emotion. Maybe it was the baby hormones, but she felt such a swell of gratitude towards you. Without thinking, she leans in and gives you a quick peck on the lips. It surprised the both of you, but you recover almost immediately.

"Well, I guess that's a start." You grin, only to have Quinn push your face away, mainly due to her own embarrassment.

"C'mon. Let's get out of here before we're late for class."

She takes your hand to lead you out and doesn't let go until you absolutely had to part ways.

[kusanalogy]

Teyvat idols !

Characters: Ayaka, Venti, Chongyun and xinyan Band!au, Modern!au. some character x gn!reader, but its mostly focused about them as a band

Author's note: was inspired by this picture below and a result of playing too much bang dream/bandori.. also i rewrote this bc the original one was "being their manager" but i think i'd get more ideas if i changed it to s/o, sooo now we're here :D I might make a pt.2 but im sure it'll be shorter than this

summary: Your s/o whom you knew for the longest time becomes an idol for a band, How would they act?

Ayaka/Vo.

She's also known as "The Kamisato Princess" due to her angelic look :0 The young girl needs lots of encouragement before setting on stage, venti usually helps her with boosting up the confidence last-minute. Her big brother, the infamous ayato also watches her perform, Giving her more the reasons to push thru and make beautiful music.

As for you, She'd be so happy if you watch her !! Its all the assurance she needs. If you're the loud type and you always cheer her on, she gets kinda embarrased but in reality she doesnt mind it that much. After all she does have all sorts of fans. Though she'd prefer to hear your praises after a concert in private, she feels much more comfortable that way.

Speaking of fans, at first she had so much trouble communicating with them, Making her occasionally stutter :( Once you see her look uncomfy while talking to fans, you try to push her away steadily, without making a scene and go in a corner, attempting to soothe her

She actually slowly improves communicating at public events, meetings, etc. because of you <3 let the girl take her time with this, And spend time with her equally. Even after all of what the both of you do, she'll thank you for being by her side. As long as it stays like that, rest assured she'll be happy.

Venti/Ba.

Okay pretend he isnt a god in this au hes just some random guy

He loves posting on social media, Lots of the content on his account are song covers, pictures you took of him or memes (which is what his supporters love about his account). He interacts with his fans in the comments each time, But ofc there are always haters. He seems like the type to fight back but in reality he just deletes the comment and ignores the account, not wanting a bad image.

He also wrote some of the songs that the band created !! the rest are from different multiple sources

Awards the band members with a glass of wine/juice/drink of choice and some snacks the day after going on a concert. Sometimes brings you with him! He believes it'll give them some motivation to move forward, Which does work most of the time, ...unless he gets drunk and starts scaring them with objects they would not appreciate

One time it was raining outside while they were having an after party at the kamisato estate so while drunk, this mf ran outside and got a FROG into the house and claimed it as his pet. Thoma had lots of trouble trying to find it after venti lost the frog a while after.

"And as the *hic* MoNdstadt saying g-goes... wait.. where did the frog go????"

[insert sound of xinyan screaming afterwards]

Xinyan/Gt.

She's an amazing role model !!

She makes it a goal to like or reply all the comments, even the ones that are just "Great!!" or "amazing", she'd reply with a "thank you 🤍" or simply liking it

Like venti, she makes stuff for the band that she doesnt really need to do by herself, but she does it anyway because she adores what she does, the girl picks out outfits for the band i just know she has amazing taste in clothing. She also draws lots of ideas for merch, her designs always impress the other band members and you

She usually asks for your opinion before going on with making merch, creating tunes or just anything that she wants to improve later on. Xinyan trusts you so much with it, even if you dont know much about what she does.

Has so many ideas for her job, She can barely keep track of what she should try to push thru first. Its not like she doesnt enjoy it tho, hell, she loves it‼ Promotes the band's music everywhere, she likes to share it so more people can understand the art of music :))) shes really passionate about it

"Y/n!! Have you shared my solo to your other friend groups yet? I promise its good! I put lots of thought into it 😋"

Chongyun/Dr.

Like ayaka, hes pretty shy on stage too. He's also kinda a perfectionist? When its time to finish rehearsals he still practices at home, thinking it wasnt good enough. If you catch him getting to focused, pls remind him to take a break! He often forgets to take one

Gets stressed pretty easily, he randomly doodles or eats cold food to relax himself. Loves going outside <3 even better if you accompany him, sometimes just going out for a walk gives him enough inspiration.

Super supportive to the rest of the band members ⊹.(⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎). ⊹ He shows it with words tbh, he says its much easier like that. Likes the idea of working together, He believes it'll solve problems much faster and produce more ideas, making the future of the band brighter. He aims for that desire, seeking to make people proud.

He has lots of pets !! He posts lots of pics of them on social media. Speaking of social media, He tries to keep your relationship a secret. Not that he doesnt trust you or anything, he just doesnt like the fact that you might get hated or something. He's aware that he probably wouldnt stand it if his s/o got hate :(

[higherfurther-romanova]

Surrender... (Kinktober | Day 1)

Warnings: Dark themes, knife play, swearing, rough sex, dark reader, degradation, praising, a hint of angst at the end.

Word Count: 1,115

Pairing: Female Reader x Natasha Romanoff

A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote smut without losing motivation so have mercy. 

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Shield agents surrounded the building, some had pushed the block in to fight some unruly guards, but the one that had all of your attention was a certain redhead thinking she was being sneaky behind you. 

“Romanoff,” You finally broke the silence, chuckling as you heard her soft footsteps come to a halt. 

“I was waiting to see how long it would take you to finally say something.” She covered up quickly. 

You turned around to face her and looked her up and down with a raised eyebrow. Leaning back against the table behind you, “To what do I owe the…” Your eyes drifted down to the tightly gripped gun pointed at you, “The agony of your presence?” 

“Surrender, (Y/N).” She said firmly, adjusting the grip on her gun, “I don’t want to have to bring you in dead, but I will.” 

“That shouldn’t be necessary,” You said a bit too relaxed for her liking. 

“I have agents surrounding this building, (y/l/n), I don’t know what you’re trying to pull but it’s not going to work.” She took a step towards you in an attempt to be intimidating. 

You looked down at the gun pressing against your chest, “Pull the trigger.” You challenged her. 

“(Y/N)-” 

“If you’re so desperate to finish your mission, then finish it.” You raised an eyebrow, “Want me to do it? Has the widow forgotten how to kill her prey?” 

She scoffed and pushed the barrel into your chest, “I’ve not forgotten.” She gritted through her teeth. You ripped the gun from her hand and pointed it back at her, backing her up until she ran into the table across from where you were. Without any hesitation you pulled the trigger, nothing happened but a small click, “God damn it, you’re weak…” 

She looked at the ground a bit ashamed that she had managed to let her guard fall that much around you but you gently tilted her head up with the tip of your index finger. Her soft green eyes met yours as you tried to read the situation. 

“What do you want?” You asked, picking up on the mischievous look in her eyes. 

“I want you…” She whispered. 

“That’s fucking pathetic.” You lifted her on top of the hard surface, pulling your knife from its sheath and pushing it against her throat, “Do better.” 

She let out something between a whimper and a moan, “Fuck me…” 

“Do you want it?” You asked serious enough to where it wasn’t forceful in a way that would make her feel obligated to say yes, but still in that harsh and raspy tone that had her knees weak.

“Yes!” She yelped as she felt your knee press against her core the second the word left her mouth. “Fuck, I want your huge cock buried in my desperate cunt…” 

A growl escaped deep from your chest as you practically ripped open her suit, immediately latching your mouth to her full tits. She tilted her head back, mouth wide open before reaching between the two of you to undo your suit as well. It hit the ground as soon as you pulled away from her chest, you looked at her with hungry eyes, the color barely able to be seen at this point. Without a warning, you shoved two fingers into her tight hole, your knife falling out of your grasp on the table beside the two of you. You were mesmerized by the smell of her arousal. Her back arched into you and you wrapped your lips around the pink nub, rolling the other one between your fingers. You felt her walls tighten around your fingers at this, causing you to let out a moan at her reaction. She lifted your head from her nipple and pulled your lips into her’s. The kiss was heavy and aggressive but filled with passion, you could feel her smiling into it. When she finally pulled away, she looked you dead in the eyes, 

“Fuck me.” She said as she grabbed the knife from beside her and placed it in your hand. She closed your hand and pulled the blade up to her throat. Your breath was labored, as you watched her every move. You pulled your fingers out of her and put them up to her lips which she gladly accepted. She swirled her tongue around them with a smirk on her face, licking every drop of her arousal off of them.

“Good girl.” You said in a praising tone as you ran the head of the toy through her folds teasingly, causing her hips to buck up into you in a wordless plead. 

You chuckled, feeling that you had teased the widow enough and thrust the toy into her without warning. 

“FUCK-” She moaned loudly, it definitely came through the coms, which she hadn’t seem to think about before any of this, but do you dare warn her?

You moved your hips at a bruising speed, leaving no time for her to adjust or prepare herself. The sound of your skin slapping together, pants and moans, the unholy sounds coming from between her legs, and gasps filled the large room. You pressed the knife closer to her throat, never getting enough of the way she would throw her head back in pleasure as the cold blade made contact with her skin.

“Such a desperate fucking cunt taking my cock so well,” You grunted between thrusts, drawing whimpers out of the woman. Feeling her walls tighten around the silicone, you snaked your hand around her waist to rub small circles on her clit, causing her to arch her back into you. 

“Fuck… harder, please?” She begged, grinding her ass into your front, groaning at the feeling of your body pressed against her. You sped up your thrusts to the point where the table was knocking against the wall, her thighs were probably digging into the edge of it, but neither of you could find it in yourselves to care due to how fast approaching Nat’s orgasm was. You could hear the way Natasha was running out of breath as she begged to cum, “Fuck… I need to cum-” Her pathetic pleads were interrupted by you pulling out just to the tip and slamming back in, hurtling her over the edge, “Then come for me, honey…” You rasped, continuing to push further into her to let her ride out her high. By the time she had come back down, she was a panting and sweating mess bent over a somehow still standing table. 

You pulled out and pulled her up into your arms, brushing her hair out of her face, “Good girl. You did so well…” You assured her, just cherishing the time you had with her in your arms before she would either turn you in or you would run and possibly never see her again.

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Taglist: @imnotasuperhero ​ @rooskaya-yelena ​ @aaron-despair ​ @natasha-danvers ​

[jazzmynerule]

“when i’m without you”

prompt: y/n and harry have been separated for quite some time and harry isn’t coping well, liam calls y/n as he’s starting to get worried about harry and gets her to come talk to him and help him

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, arguing

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“harry what the fuck do you want from me?! you come home every fucking night and argue with me” i screamed at him as he rolled his eyes on the couch still flicking through channels on the tv “i can’t be fucked with you right now y/n fuck off” he moves to the other end of the couch “you fucking started this harry don’t come at me for standing up for myself” i scoffed making my way towards the fridge to grab a bottle of water “i want you the fuck out” i said feeling the tears stroll down my cheeks “what?” he instantly turned the tv off and started walking towards me “i said i want you out” i sighed wiping the tears away so he doesn’t see “baby no i’m not leaving” he tries to grab my wrist but i pulled away “i’m not putting up with you if you want to keep being like this with me, harry we are fighting every single day it’s exhausting i don’t know what you want from me” opening my bottle of water i took a massive sip to try and calm my nerves a little bit “i’m tired okay you try writing songs and perfecting your voice every day in front of management to make sure you sound good enough and trying to make sure you get an album out by the end of next month it’s fucking hard and all i want is to sleep but you like to be annoying” he pulled at his hair pacing the kitchen “annoying? harry i don’t do anything i literally say hello and ask you about your day like a normal fucking girlfriend would and you snap at me! i get it that your tired but don’t you dare fucking take it out on me!” i pushed past him pulling all of his clothes out of the closet and the draws “like i said before i want you out!” i screamed letting all those tears pore out of me along with every piece of emotion i’m feeling “fine i’ll fucking leave!” he yelled back grabbing his things shoving them in bags and his suitcase and with that he was gone with a slam of the door and it all hit me i feel to my knees cradling myself in an attempt to find some comfort

it’s been somewhat 2-3 months being without harry and it’s been absolutely horrible, all i ever do now is stay at my home. harry was my reason to get up in the morning and be motivated to do anything now i don’t even clean my room he left such a big gash in my life and it feels like i can’t live without him

i was just starting to clean my pigsty room when my phone started vibrating on the bed side table i quickly made my way towards my phone to check who it was and my heart rate slightly dropped for a couple milliseconds, i saw liams name pop up on my screen i swiped right to answer “y/n! hey” he greeted into the phone “hey liam” i sighed sitting on the floor “i know we haven’t spoken much since yours and harry’s breakup but i seriously need to talk to you” i could tell something was wrong bc liam has never been one to joke about something serious “why? what’s up?” i questioned “its harry, he has taken this breakup so bad, y/n he doesn’t eat properly, drinks heavily, you can hear him smashing shit in his room every minute he just sits in there crying and yelling” my heart instantly stopped and i didn’t think twice before i said “i’m on my way” fuck i shouldn’t have said that “i’ll be waiting” and with that the phone call was over and i ran towards my closet to chuck on a pair of sweats and a hoodie “fuck how am i gonna do this” small tears started trickling down my cheeks as i picked my car keys up and made my way out of my house

“liam?” i called out walking right into harry’s house knowing it’s unlocked “hey” he smiled engulfing me into a huge hug i definitely needed “he’s in his room” he smiled “thank you” i smiled back making my way up the stairs towards harry’s room knocking on the door “go away liam i told you i’m fine” harry slurred “harry it’s me” and with that the door was pulled open quite quickly “y/n?” he sobbed “i’m coming in” i walked past him and sat on his bed “y/n baby please when i’m without you there’s nothing to live for, thought i’d be fine to get through the night but i can’t” he knelt down in front of me with his head in my lap crying hard “harry i thought leaving was the right decision we were constantly fighting” i started pulling his hair into a extremely messy bun just so it doesn’t get stuck to his face “i know but i don’t think it was the right decision, y/n i can’t live without you” he lifted his face up and looked right into my eyes, his face was extremely puffy like he’s been crying for days his eyes are bloodshot and he poor lips are stuck in a semi-permanent frown “baby please i need you back i promise i’ll be better i promise i’ll stop being a prick and be a better boyfriend i just need you back or i’ll go insane” he grabbed my hand squeezing it as tight as he could “keep those promises harry” i sighed feeling his lips press kisses on my hand “i will” he smiled

[these-are-the-first-steps]

Here’s a random reylo ask for ya- did you ever have any theories/HCs early on in shipping reylo (cuz I believe you’ve said you were shipping since TFA) which you didn’t end up being into as much, or at all anymore as TST progressed?

Hello! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this.

Story Time

So I saw TFA the second day it came out. I left rather bewildered- one, because a new actor I'd never seen before in my life (adam driver) gave such an unorthodox performance I couldn't stop thinking "The fuck does this guy think he's doing???" namely the interrogation scene where I don't think any other actor would have, nor could have, played it the way he did. I'm still shocked by the choices he made with his line delivery in that scene but in the best way possible. It's hard to explain. Anyway, that's one. Two also goes back to that scene. In middle school, back with Tokyo Pop was big, they held their very first manga contest for us regular american people to try our hand at Japanese style manga. Well, I felt like I could write, and my good friend at the time (she still is- we keep in touch!) could draw like a crazy person. So we decided to try for it. The only problem was, being middle schoolers, motivation and scheduling wasn't our forte. I did manage to write a short script excerpt of a story that had been brewing in my head for awhile at the time, and while I think I did eventually hand it over to her (I was suffering from perfectionism), the art never happened. We tried again in high school but then high school angst got in the way and it still didn't happen. Regardless, I still now had the only real concrete piece of writing for this story I had been sitting on for a couple years now.

Eventually....well, time moved on.

Cue "Star Wars: The Force Awakens", a sequel film I was INCREDIBLY skeptical about. I'd been watching star wars my entire life. My dad took me as a little kid to the big deal re-screenings of the original trilogy they did nationwide before the prequels came out. I had a lot of Opinions on this movie series. I had just moved to NYC and was out for a walk when I passed by Bloomingdales and saw, a bit to my shock, that their store windows were full of (allegedly) screen-used costumes and props from the upcoming TFA movie. I crept closer, had a look. Han Solo was the only thing I recognized. The rest? Unfamiliar. Alien. I had seen zero promotional images for this movie before encountering these windows and had only heard some things. I made guesses as to what everything was, before rounding the corner and being confronted with an irrationally tall costume. "Oh, is this the darth vader rip-off? lmao" (the only thing I had concretely heard about). "This guy had to be on stilts surely??" Kylo Ren. Funny at first, but the longer I stared at it, I shit you not, the more unsettled I got. I actually got *scared* staring at this costume. I took one very poor, very shaky picture, and basically ran away. (I regret not taking a better photo but oh well). I run into an article the next day at work about the movie and it happens to have the trailer and I decide, sure, ok, I'll give it a watch. Those windows were interesting at least. I basically had my tickets bought by the end of the day. So here we are, back to the theatre, sitting here as this audacious actor delivers the most ballsy performance I've seen the whole film as he interrogates the heroine, and I listen to what he's saying, and then, it hits me.

This. Is my story. These are my lines. I wrote this exact same exchange in middle school.

What the fuck??

This meant a lot of things to me. This meant that I knew where this story was going, and where it was going I liked very much. I went back to see the movie again a second time about a week or two later. I had to be sure-- I wasn't just imposing what was already inside my brain all these years onto a totally different story on the screen, was I? I watched, and waited. And sure enough....no, no it had to be it. These two? I know exactly how this is going to go down.

A few months later I visited back home and even managed to dig through a box and find my old script. I read through it, sort of shaking a little. My heroine- Light- had also been captured- by the Dark- and the song and dance were the same- Where am I? Does it matter? I can see everything. I'm not giving you anything. A summary, and as some years have passed again I have lost the print out in a box again, but some of the dialogue was ver batum.

I knew exactly where this new star wars story was going because I already wrote the damn thing in middle school, word for word, and if you thought for one second I wasn't going to tune in and defend this arc, that I never managed to get published myself at 13, with swords and shields and knives for my own personal middle school catharsis then you were dead wrong, my friend.

This may have seemed like a very round-about way of answering this question, but I wanted to give context, substance, because all of this ^^^^^ up here? It defines, explicitly, why I'm even here to begin with, and why I fought so hard from day one. There was nothing to abandon, or question, or shed. Because I already knew this story by heart. I had already written it!! And I still think ants and DLF and JJ Abrams and Terrio and the rest of those bastards can pry it from my cold dead hands, because truly they butchered my baby and while I may live with that, I'll never forget it.

Thank you for the ask, friend.

[badboyjuyeon]

mind reader

Pairing: Chanhee x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: “One day in class you decide to scream something in your head to catch mind readers. As you do you see your crush flinch.” 

prompt credits to writing.prompt.s

Eyes glued to the clock, you counted down the seconds before class would start. 

It’s not that you particularly enjoyed English or any of the books you were discussing. Your teacher constantly droned on and on and, with practice, you had finally mastered the art of tuning his voice out. 

So it wasn’t exactly the class that you looked forward to, but a special person within that class.

And that person was Choi Chanhee, who had just entered with his bag slung lazily across his shoulder. Though his hair was ruffled and he was sweaty from gym class, he still looked as radiant as ever. He flashed his signature smile, the one that melted your heart, and waved at Changmin who had saved a seat for him.

Pretty people “herd” together, so it’s not a surprise that he often hung out with Younghoon, Sunwoo, and Changmin, the other popular boys that stole the hearts of every person in the school, including yours. You accepted that this crush would not go far because of his popularity, and you were perfectly content with just enjoying his presence. 

Before seeing him fifth-period four days of the week, you had only ever seen him in the hallways. You never had any real reason to talk to him, and given the chance, you’re not sure you would even try to hold a conversation with him. You know you would just become a stuttering mess and embarrass yourself. So instead of making any real efforts to do something about your crush, you just made sure to come to class a few minutes early so you could secure the seat that gave you the best view of him. 

Your English class was currently doing student-led discussions and your teacher claimed arranging the seats in a circle would help the students interact more with each other. You hated student discussions but had no complaints sitting in a circle, as it allowed you the perfect excuse to steal glances at Chanhee from any angle. 

Currently seated within the circle that seemed more like an oval, all of the students tried their hardest not to unintentionally make eye contact with the person sitting across from them. Your teacher introduced the topic the class would be discussing and you doodled at the corner of your page, letting your hand move on its own accord. Your doodles often reflected whatever you were thinking of, so your page was filled with drawings of the pink-haired boy you were currently infatuated with. 

The person sitting next to you spoke up, reminding you that you were still in class and needed to contribute to the discussion. 

You spoke once to satisfy the participation requirements and tried to ignore the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you. That feeling was 10 times worse knowing that Chanhee was one of the people that was looking straight at you. You avoided looking in his direction, knowing that you would completely freeze up at the mere thought of him. His eyes were finally off of you when you finished speaking, but that didn’t stop your heart from racing. It would take another five minutes before your heart would return to its normal pace. 

Having participated, you were now free to be alone with your thoughts. 

Running out of creativity to doodle, you decided that you would play a game with yourself to pass the time. This game never failed to amuse you during all of the boring classes you’ve taken. You scanned the room to see what some of your peers were doing. Younghoon was currently speaking, Chanhee was dozing off into space, the girl from your biology class was very clearly trying to flirt with Sunwoo, who was ignoring her. 

You decided that Sunwoo would be the first person you tested. This game consisted of you trying to find out if anyone in the room could read your mind. 

Sunwoo if you can hear me, write down something in your notebook. 

You took notice of Sunwoo’s immediate actions, which would prove if he could listen to your thoughts. 

He picked up his pen. 

Your eyes widened as you waited to see what he would do next. 

He started fiddling with the pen mid-air, and it never ended up touching the paper. 

Sunwoo was not in fact a mind reader. You moved on to your next test subject. 

You shifted your undivided attention towards Younghoon, who had just finished speaking. He was staring at his notebook, the corner of the page curling underneath his fingers. 

If you can hear my thoughts, look at me within the next three seconds. 

You counted down and waited to see if he would prove himself to be a mind reader. Younghoon raised his head and his eyes scanned the circle. 

You sat up in your chair as you waited to see if he had heard you. 

Unfortunately, his eyes did not land on you as he chose to focus on the classmate that was currently speaking.

You slumped back down into your chair. This game was not as fun as it used to be. Either no one was a mind reader or they were too good at pretending not to hear you. 

I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME AND I’LL CATCH YOU. 

You screamed in your thoughts, looking around to see if anyone noticed. 

Chanhee, who was still staring into space, suddenly flinched. 

What the f-

And then Chanhee’s eyes met yours. 

You immediately shifted your gaze to focus on the notebook on your lap. He never looked at you if you weren’t speaking, the timing was all too suspicious. You made sure not to look up from your notebook for the rest of class or think about him, just in case.  

After the teacher dismissed the class, you hurriedly packed up your belongings and rushed out of class. But your shoelaces did not cooperate, and you knelt down to tie them. You heard a soft voice call your name from behind you. A voice that you knew all too well. 

Why was Chanhee trying to talk to you, today of all days? 

There was only one answer. Chanhee was actually a mind reader and he knew about your crush. He was coming to confront you. You quickly shoved your shoelaces in your shoe and ran out the school building, not looking back. 

Chanhee watched as you dashed out the school doors, the notebook that had fallen out of your backpack in his hands. He was sure he called your name loud enough but he reasoned that you probably hadn’t heard him with how hectic the hallway was. He placed your notebook in his locker and reminded himself to give it to you before the next class. 

You slammed your locker shut, startling the student next to you. You lost your notebook for English class that you’ve reused since freshman year. Sighing, you headed into English class with a substitute notebook and the motive to pay attention, since you didn’t have any of your notes. You searched for the one person that could instantly lift your spirits. 

“Chanhee?” Your teacher called out during attendance, waiting for his response. 

You quickly glanced around the room to see where Chanhee was seated, but to your dismay, he was nowhere to be found. 

On the bright side, you could think about Chanhee all you wanted without worrying about whether he could hear your thoughts. You breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in your chair. 

“Present.” 

Hearing the familiar voice, you looked up to see Chanhee standing in the doorway, out of breath, as he rushed towards his seat. You dared not to make eye contact with him again.

You wondered why he stopped to call your name after the last time you had class. There was a chance that he wasn’t actually calling your name and that you might have just imagined it. 

But you were quick to dismiss the theory that it was all in your imagination when Chanhee called out to you again after class. The hallway was rather empty and you couldn’t use the chaos as an excuse to avoid him. You nervously turned around to face him. This was technically the first time you spoke to him. 

“Hi, (y,n) right? Is this your notebook?” He held out a notebook that looked a little too similar to your missing English notebook. “I think you dropped it after class yesterday.” 

You took the notebook from him and sure enough, it was yours. Finding your lost notebook should have filled you with satisfaction, but that was the last thing you were feeling. The doodles of him scattered throughout the pages flashed in your mind. You immediately snapped the notebook shut. 

“Thank you so much.” You managed to say, hoping that he hadn’t flipped through the notebook. 

He gave you a small smile, unaware of your internal panic. “No problem.” 

Not knowing whether to continue the conversation or not, you also smiled, before turning to walk away. 

“Oh, and by the way, I know what you’re thinking...” 

What- there’s no way. How would he know what I was thinking? Oh my god. Is he an actual mind re-

You stopped in your tracks, grateful that you were turned around so he couldn’t see the sheer look of horror on your face. 

You faced him and prepared yourself for what he would say next. 

“...You’re probably wondering how I knew it was your notebook.” He looked down at your notebook, which you held protectively against your chest. 

Not expecting the words that came out of his mouth, you giggled. The question hadn’t actually crossed your mind, so it was good to know that he was NOT an actual mind reader. Your name was not on the cover, so it was a valid question to wonder. 

“I wasn’t wondering but, now that you mention it, how did you know?“

“I recognized your art style from the doodles on the cover. You’re really talented.” He continued to speak comfortably as if you had known each other for years. Your art teacher often hung up your drawings in the art classroom for everyone to see, but you were surprised that he had recognized your art style. 

“Thanks, that means a lot to me.” You finally found the courage to hold eye contact with him. You were confused as to why he kept continuing this conversation when it could have ended much earlier with little-to-no words involved. 

The corner of his lips lifted into a smirk and a mischievous spark glinted in his eyes. He cleared his throat, “I like my eggs scrambled in the morning...if you were still wondering.” 

Eggs scrambled in the morning?

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you tried to remember why that expression sounded so familiar. Or why he claimed you would be wondering that. 

Chanhee bit back a smile, as he saw your expression change from confused to panicked in a matter of seconds. Your cheeks turned as pink as his hair. 

You were just joking when you claimed that Chanhee was a mind reader, but now you were starting to think that it wasn’t a joke anymore. How do you like your eggs in the morning? That sounds exactly like something you would think.

 “What...how did you...“ You struggled to form a coherent sentence. 

Instead of answering, he just shrugged and backed away, before heading to his next class. He left you standing in the middle of the hallway unsure of what to believe.  

Remembering the notebook that was still pressed against your chest, suddenly it clicked. He had seen the last page of your notebook. 

The last page was where you wrote absolute nonsense to relieve your boredom during class. You used to write notes back and forth with your best friend back in freshman year. She would talk about her crush on Changmin and you would talk about yours on Chanhee. 

That means he read all about your crush on him. Of all the ways you imagined him finding out, this was the last and most embarrassing way ever. There was no way to save yourself in this situation. 

chanhee is so gorgeous

changmin is SO FINE 

i wonder how chanhee likes his eggs in the morning 

i want changmin’s number so bad

You cursed your younger, boy-obsessed self for setting you up like this. You groaned, any chance you had with Chanhee was officially out the window. 

Rereading the page, you noticed that there was a new addition to your conversation with your friend. The unfamiliar handwriting did not match yours or your best friend’s, and the ink seemed to be fresh. 

idk about changmin’s but i can give you mine: XXX-XXX-XXXX

p.s. i want you to draw me like one of your french girls

[silversatoru]

hands

sukuna x f!reader

a/n: remember that thirst i posted the other night about sukunas fingernails? u bet i wrote a quick fic about it. i am not sorry

synopsis: an exploratory study on the intricacies of what sukuna could do with those goddamn hands of his 

tags/warnings: 18+, pain kink, scratching, mentions of blood, biting, bruising, hitting, blindfolding, restraints, overstimulation, monster fucking, dom sukuna, very soft aftercare sukuna (<3)

word count: 1.8k

One of Sukuna’s long, sharp nails traced down your body, from your neck to your toes and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He placed his talon on your neck for the second time, trailing it down your body again but pressing a little harder this time. Shivers quaked through your body as he left a puffy red line down your skin. He ran his finger over your exposed clit, a sharp bolt of pain and electricity shooting through your veins. 

Sukuna had you completely at his disposal, hands secured tightly behind your back and eyes covered by a thick blindfold. He loved to see you shiver under his touch — quake and twitch as he gave you nothing but the bare minimum. 

You felt the bed shift as he straddled himself over you and leaned down, his breath hot against your neck. His long, warm tongue left a streak of sticky saliva up your neck, and then he blew cold air on the wet skin, sending more quivers through your body. 

“Look at you baby, looking like such a pretty slut for me,” He cooed between licks, the praise coaxing a few soft moans from your lips. 

His tongue disappeared and was quickly replaced by pointed teeth and soft nibbles. Your body gushed with pleasure as you felt a second and third mouth nipping and lapping from Sukuna’s hands at your torso. His ability to duplicate his body parts wherever he wanted gave him terrible amounts of power in situations like this. 

You could barely handle the tripled stimulation, your head growing foggy with desire and your mouth filled with strangled moans. A resounding whimper leapt from your throat as the mouths got more aggressive, dotting your skin with discolored marks. They nibbled and gnawed on every inch of you, squeezing down to give the occasional bite, which sent you spiraling. The sharp pains felt indescribable, every single sting absolutely electrifying. A mixture of pain and pleasure crawled over your skin as he continued to cover your body in imperfections.

“It’s pitiful how quickly you come undone for me, princess,” The words dripped off his tongue like thick honey. 

Your clit twitched at his words, but you refused to be embarrassed or ashamed by how pitiful you looked right now — not when he was making you feel this good.

Not being able to see or resist his actions made them all the more exhilarating, your heart pounding as he sat up. Your skin felt cold and empty without his tongues keeping you warm, and goosebumps trailed up your arms as the anticipation of what he would do next grew greater. 

The mouth that belonged to his face connected with yours, and one of his hands clasped over your cunt — a mouth for each pair of lips. Quivering whimpers and raspy whines spilled from your throat into his, the tongue from his hand working fervently on your aching entrance. The pleasure was almost intolerable as the second mouth engulfed your cunt, it’s tongue swirling small circles around the swollen nub. Your body began to tremble underneath him, your toes curling and legs shaking. 

Two extra arms boiled their way out of sukuna’s body, each lurching foward and grasping a handful of your breasts. He kneaded and massaged them in the roughest way, his nails leaving small scratches as he worked. Two of his fingers grasped each of your nipples, twisting and rubbing them with incredible force — your body twitching and teeth clenching together. Between the rough kisses, nipple simulation, and hot tongue that was eating away at your cunt, you thought you just might combust. Your body was incredibly overstimulated, trembles rolling under your skin over and over.

Eventually his tongue slowed, leaving lazy licks up and down your cunt now. The antagonizingly slow pace made your skin crawl, frustration building inside of you. Your hips rolled out of desperation, you needed more of him so badly — but this just earned a rough a slap to the side of your torso. His motion left a large, red hand mark in its place, your skin aching and tingling as your eyes rolled back into your head from complete bliss.

Sukuna sucked in a sharp breath, it was impossible to punish you like this, ecstasy surging through you every time he inflicted pain on your body. But it was also what made you so perfect for each other, your ability to handle whatever he wished to do to you. Regardless, he’d need to find other means of punishment, like restricting you until the last second — not letting your pretty little cunt come until you completely deserved it.

His second mouth shot its tongue deep inside your entrance, curling and lapping at your hot cavern. A warm feeling began to boil in your stomach, your climax inching closer and closer from the wonderful feeling. Throaty groans ripped through your teeth, your back arching and legs growing stiff as you trembled right on the cusp. Just as you thought you might fall over the edge, the hand disconnected from your aching clit — strings of curse words and echoes of Sukuna’s name flying from your lips. 

“Not yet, baby,” he purred, “You know it’s not that easy. You need to make me feel good before you get to come”. 

You gave him a desperate nod, the need for his cock growing increasingly more intense as he left you laying untouched. You whispered a strangled combination of “yes”, “please”, and various curse words, bucking your hips forward. 

“Look at you, so fucking eager for me,” His voice was almost a snarl now, “Open those pretty legs”. 

You wordlessly obliged, pulling your legs wider and stretching yourself for the ravenous curse. A deep, throaty groan rippled out of his mouth at the pretty sight of you, his own needs growing stronger than his desire to keep you waiting. 

He wrapped his thick fingers around his now exposed shaft, giving it a few lazy pumps as he stared down at your quivering body — your hands still pulling on your knees and stretching yourself open in the most beautiful way. He was aching to stuff himself inside of you, to fill you up and feel you squirm under his grasp. After a few more strokes up his girthy length he positioned himself in front of you, pressing his swollen tip into your clit. Your body jerked and twitched from the feeling, an evil smile stretching across his face at the sight. 

“Maybe I should make you wait a little longer,” He teased, moving his inflamed head up and down the entrance to your cunt. 

A small “no” was all you could manage, your lips trembling as you spoke — but it was perfect. Your fragile state and utter helplessness was exactly the motivation he needed to thrust himself into you without warning. A suffocated scream lurched from your throat, a horrible pain filling your stomach as you struggled to adjust to his monsterous size. 

He grasped your waist with an incredible force, his talons sinking into your skin and drawing blood. The small crescent-shaped cuts from his nails felt like tiny flames igniting on your skin, sending endorphins bursting through your brain. Between the pleasure derived from that pain and your body becoming accustomed to his member you were caught up in absolute bliss — your head spinning and your vision growing cloudy.

Sukuna let out a raspy, feral growl, his pace almost too much for you to handle. “You take me so well, pretty girl,” He mumbled, scratching one of his hands down the front of your chest.

His nails left more red lines down your fragile skin, small droplets of blood leaking down your torso. The continued overstimulation of burning pain and forceful pleasure was enough to brim your eyes with tears, choked sobs beginning to force their way out of your throat. His two extra hands were still working on your breasts too, the lumps aching and smeared with blood from the small wounds he continued to inflict.

His occasional praises were the only thing that kept you sane, your heart doing small backflips every time he used such endearing names for you. The scale between calling you princess and then lacerating your skin and railing you into oblivion somehow balanced itself perfectly in your mind. 

A tight, warm knot began to churn itself in your core, and you began to move in sync with Sukuna’s body. You were so desperate to reach your climax and coat his member in your fluids — you’d been deprived of this for much too long now. 

You were incredibly lucky that Sukuna pitied you as much as he did, because the curse didn’t really have a breaking point. Honestly, he’d fuck you straight through the night if you’d let him, but he tries to limit himself to accommodate to your poor, human body. 

He can tell you’re close now, whispering encouragement and coaxing sweet moans to fall from your lips. When he finally tells you to come, giving you the permission you so frantically needed, you let yourself completely unravel. You melted into a mess of whimpers, moans, and trembles — waves of euphoria surging through your body. Your tight walls became impossibly tighter, squeezing his aching cock and pushing him to his climax just a few moments after yours. He thrusted hard into your shuddering legs, pumping you full of his liquids and snarling strings of curses and praises into your ear. 

The two of you collapsed into a messy heap of contentment, your skin tainted with mixtures of blood, sweat, and semen. After a few minutes to compose himself, Sukuna scooped you into his arms and carried you to the bathroom. He was so incredibly gentle with his aftercare, but you never pointed it out because he got terribly insecure when you did. He hated admitting that he felt more than just lust for such a worthless human like yourself.

“You did so good, princess,” He cooed, holding you tight to his chest.

He untied your arms and removed the blindfold from your face, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. He sat you down in the bathtub and turned on the warm water, using a soft washcloth to gently scrub the various liquids from your skin. Once you were clean and dry he even rubbed some ointment over each of your cuts, not wanting them to get inflamed or infected. 

After making up for the damage he did to your frail body, he effortlessly lifted you back up and carried you back to bed. The two of you laid in silence while he played with your hair, softly scratching and massaging your scalp with the same nails that had done such serious damage earlier. They were much more soothing now, the soft sensation helping you to drift closer to sleep while you laid curled in his arms.

[kristiewritings]

hey there omg can i ask a gorou angst <3 btw its ok if u dont want and i like ur writing!!

- 👍🏻 anon

hello there 👍🏻 anon!! ALSO TYSM I LOVE YOU 💖

anyway

character: gorou

word count: 830 (pretty short lol)

tw: character death, lots of blood, swearing and tell me if i missed any !

a/n: teppei does not die || btw no proofread sorry 😟

general gorou, oh how great he is. he's so brave, and he cares about his comrades. as someone who served in the resistance, you saw him quite often. one day, he called everyone and made an announcement.

as you reached the battlefield, your opponents were already there. you held your weapon tighter, preparing to fight. just then, the traveler (along with teppei <:) showed up.

gorou talked with the traveler for a moment, before the traveler stepped forward. one of the people from the other side also stepped forward, drawing out his weapon.

the traveler had fought a few of them, before the fight begun. at the general's command, the fight started. soon, kazuha and beidou along with her excellency sangonomiya kokomi arrived at the battlefield.

with their help, you managed to "win" the fight. however, an arrow was deep in your stomach. during the fight, you didn't feel it, as you were too busy. now that it's over, you felt electro rush through your body.

the arrow had its powers spread throughout your body. you fell to the ground, holding your stomach tightly. the general heard a * t h u m p * sound and rushed to you right away.

“fuck. [name]’s hurt.” he mumbled under his breath.

as the general checked on you, he saw the arrow. your stomach was bleeding. blood was everywhere. on the battlefield and on soldiers. the sight of it scared gorou. he tried to look at you as gently as possible to make sure you weren't in any pain. but as he touched the wound-

you groaned in pain as you moved around. the general informed them that he’ll catch up after he brings you back to camp to get healed. you thought this was just the general caring for his soldiers, but no.

had it been another soldier, gorou would send a few to help the injured one get back then check on them later. but gorou cared for you, a lot. even before the war started, he was already eyeing you.

when the vision hunt decree started, his first motivation was to fight for the sake of inazuma. at times when he felt like giving up, he would think of that smile you always flashed at him, and the book you gave him. up until now, gorou still has it, and reads it every night.

when you joined the resistance, his will to fight became stronger as he fought with you, side by side. you fought exceptionally well, defeating the opponent in five or seven strikes.

though he enjoyed being with you, he feared that you’d get hurt. and his fear was coming to life. as he ran back, he couldn’t help but feel worthless because he couldn’t protect you.

when gorou arrived at the camp, he talked to a soldier, telling him to treat your wounds as quickly and as best as possible. the entire time, he stood by your side, watching you carefully, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

the general had went out to get some fresh air for a moment, just him and his thoughts. he felt.. like he didn't do what he was required to. he felt as if you were like this, because he couldn't protect you. because he was so focused on his enemies, he couldn't protect you. he felt trashy and stupid.

he pushed away those thoughts for now. when gorou checked back in, he saw you were asleep. he prayed that you hadn’t passed away, as he still had much more to tell you. he got closer to you, his head being already filled with thoughts and images of you dying.

he checked your pulse, it was weak. he collapsed, holding your hand and crying. “[name], don’t leave me..” he whispered softly, hoping you could hear him. several minutes of crying passed, the general fell asleep, your hand in his.

the next morning, he was woken up by his fears. gorou checked your pulse and your heartbeat, but they were both gone. he stood abruptly in shock and fear, leaving the tent to calm down for a while. as he left, he saw kazuha and kokomi waiting outside for him.

they both looked at him, eyes filled with concern. “gorou, i’m sor-“ kokomi began, but was cut off “my apologies, your excellency. i’d like some time alone.” he spoke, sadness evident in his voice.

kazuha left him alone, knowing the feeling of someone he dearly cherished leaving so suddenly. gorou sat by a tree and gathered rocks in his hands. he started throwing them.

“WHY? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME” he shouted.

as he sat in the rain, throwing the rocks, he wondered. why would you leave so suddenly? did he do something wrong? the general cried and cried, feeling miserable and lonely. he swore that he would do his best to protect all, and he tried to remain strong everyday. for you.

hi :) IM ACTUALLY IN THE PHILIPPINES RN SO IF ANY OF YALL LIVE HERE IM COMING FOR YOU

[major-trouble]

title for youuuu - The Scent of Almonds

Hehehehehehehehe OH NO

The Scent of Almonds

When Lambert got there - too late, as the bodies on the floor attested - he could still smell faint traces of a distinctive scent in the air. As he cursed himself for his poor time management skills - not that he could have gotten there any faster - he looked around the sparse office, trying to find anything, any clue that might help him catch the killer.

He knew it was another Witcher. Knew it by the precise strokes of the blade, the easy way the locks were picked, the lack of any evidence left behind. Most damning was the bitter scent of cyanide that hung like a calling card just at the edges of his senses. No human would be able to smell it, but it clung to the victims, to the window ledge, to anywhere the other Witcher had touched.

Poisons weren't normally a Witcher’s stock and trade, but they did make up some of the potions they used. Underneath that distinct bitter almond was wolfsbane and hellebore. It made Lambert’s lip curl at the audacity of the person committing the murders. What did they gain from them?

Was it money or prestige that drove their motivations?

As he looked around, trying to find anything else to point him towards the mystery killer, Lambert noticed that one of the victim's mouths was slightly ajar. Curious, he stalked forward, plastic-gloved hand prying open the stiff muscles and pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. He smoothed it out on the chest of the victim, ignoring the pang of guilt at using the body in such a way.

It was a note, written in an elegant scrawl. As he scanned it, he felt his eyebrows scrunch together on his face as he puzzled through the words.

Oh what a tangled web we weave

When first we practice to deceive,

Not in the close successive rattle,

That breathes the life of modern battle.

The silent room, the heavy creeping shade,

The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulder laid.

Once more an ancient tragic bard recall,

In boldness of design surpassing all.

He recognized it as a scramble of poetry, like a choose your own adventure of odd proportions. At the very bottom, nearly lost in the creases of the crumpled paper was a sketch of a feather. The stylized drawing tapered to a fine point, like a dagger.

Lambert stared at it for several long seconds before swearing under his breath.

"Eskel! Eskel!" he yelled, brushing past the contingent of startled Witchers stationed at the door. "Where the fuck are you?"

Rounding a corner, he nearly ran into his brother-in-arms, the latter grabbing the lapel on his jacket to steady him.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?" he asked, perplexed as the younger Witcher brandished the note at him.

"He's back."

"Who's back?" Eskel asked, taking the paper from him carefully and scanning its contents.

"Your weird boyfriend," Lambert scoffed. "Apparently he's the one we've been tracking the past few months." He grunted in frustration. "I knew this all seemed familiar. Now this proves it." He jabbed at the paper in Eskel's hand.

"What?" Eskel said faintly, still trying to read over Lambert ranting. His eyes caught on the drawing at the bottom and he sucked in a breath. "Fuck," he whispered.

"Yeah, I know."

Eskel looked up at him, eyes suddenly hard as steel. "Did you show this to anyone else?" He dragged his brother closer to him, teeth bared. "Did you?"

"What the fuck? No!" Lambert exclaimed, trying to pull Eskel’s white knuckled grip from his lapel. "Why? What are you - "

"Don't," Eskel growled the word, dangerous and low. "If anyone else figures it out, they'll kill him."

Lambert scoffed. "Isn't that the point? Have you seen the bodies?"

Eskel hesitated before his expression became closed off. "We have to find him first. Reason with him."

"Reason with a hired killer? Because that went so well before."

"You don't know what you're talking about - "

"The fuck I don't! You know what he did to Coen."

That gave Eskel pause. He stared at Lambert for a long moment before sighing. "This isn't going to end well for any of us if we keep chasing him."

"This is the third set of murders I've been called to this week. Do you think he's just going to stop?"

"How do you know the other two were him?"

Lambert raised an eyebrow at him before snatching the paper back and them holding it under his nose. The tell-tale scent of bitter almonds still clung to it, only detectable by the two Witchers. He looked at Eskel pointedly.

"You see now? It's going to be a problem."

Eskel closed his eyes and sighed again. "Jaskier."