#i dont want this name and i havent wanted it before i even met him

[bpdbunnyy4ngel]

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[be-good-to-bugs]

you would think considering how much it loves sleeping that my body would, yknow, sleep when i ask it to. or even just when it has barely slept in days and im trying so hard to sleep

[arolesbianism]

Every now and then I remember that oni in fact will eventually have more lore added and I get so excited and scared for a moment and then I remember that it could take months until we see any of that and I proceed to forget abt it again and the cycle repeats

[wonkawinka]

we’ll meet again

“we’ll meet again… don’t know where, don’t know when..”

alastor x angel!daughter!reader

CHAPTER THREE: weak ankles!

warnings/notes: NOT PROOFREAD (at least thoroughly haha), no use of y/n, uses she/her pronouns, reader is on the fem side, cannibals(?)/cannablism

wc: 2449

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“CAN you believe it?! actual human souls!,” emily paced around her room, if it could even be called that; a couple square feet more and it could just be a house without rooms, “and she let it happen! those poor human souls… HUMAN! like- LIKE YOU!” her hands shake violently in your face in deep emphasis

she groans in frustration as she flops down on her bed. “ugh… if only i can do something.”

“thats the thing, emily. you can.” you state, turning to face her displayed body lazily splattered on her bed. one flick away and shed immediately melt into a pile of goop.

“how?! we’ve been trying to find ways for the past week! even then…” she turns “i dont want.. you know.” a rare frown settles on the seraphim’s face.

“you dont want to let sera down, huh?” she groans solemnly at your assumption, face down into her pillow now.

“no…! well, not fully, atleast.. i mean, its not like i can go to hell myself…”

that rang a bell in your mind, it vibrated throughout your whole body. maybe she cant. you open your mouth to vocalize your opinions before shutting it, turning back around. unfortunately for you, this doesnt go unnoticed by the second seraphim.

“youre not thinking of going down there… are you?” ah, you shoudlve known you cant hide anything from her. besides sparkles or rainbows, she was basically built to detect things like these. despite how naive she can come off, people do tend to underestimate her actual abilities.

“i cant just leave them there em– i just.” you frown “i can do something for them. its not like theres anything else waiting for me up here. you havent been on earth like i have.”

“this is about your father… isnt it?”

static rings in your ears as the assumption brings you to a halt. maybe. you were mad at him, though. so was it for him?

“you dont understand.”

she calls your name, “its just— its dangerous down there.”

“look, if youre not going to try and fix this directly, i will. its not like i have nothing to lose any way…”

“thats not true, though.” she grabs your hands and looks at you, a frown resting on her usual joyful face.

“i help people, emily. thats all i do. thats how we met. i help. … but my fa..fami…,” you hesitate, debating over your word choice, “… they’re down there; it seems like my life attracts ‘bad things’, hah. i just.. i need to go.”

“i understand that but… do you really think hanging onto the past will fix that?”

her statement bites back at your tongue, inhibiting your ability to speak on the matter any longer.

“…good night, emily.” hah, your non-confrontational mind pushed you out the door of her room. guilt rushed into your veins but you pushed along, you had something you wanted and you took it.

thats one of the things the heaven-borne angels will never understand. ambition. the human need to strive for success and borderline obsession in something they want. need. hand cuffs dragging you along some sick deal you signed with yourself.

you wandered aimlessly throughout the halls of the heaven’s court, navigating your way to the exit. Before you could, the annoying, sadly familiar voice sent radio waves through your mind.

“WELL WELL WELL isnt it little miss goody two shoes! whats a bitch like you wandering around at this hour?” adam and lute stop you dead in your tracks. ugh, you had to put your pretty face on if you were going to get past these wretches.

“good evening, sir adam, maam,” you nod to them with the politetest smile you can offer to a lot like them, “dont mind a gal like me, just strollin’ her way home.”

“AH, well, since we’re here already. say youve heard about the fun little endeavor we got goin on, yeah? why dont you–”

“no—,” you take a deep breath, “no, thank you.”

“bitch, you didnt even let me fini–.”

“well pardon me, but i dont need you to finish. i will absolutely not be joining you on your little… excursion to hell.”

“OH, come on! first of all, wouldnt kill ya to stop interruping me, kinda RUDE.” your smile has tightened that it nearly imprinted on your face “two, you got kickass aim! you shot… squirrels and shit when you were alive. what, your old man teach ya that or something?”

“whether i can shoot or not is none of your concern, adam. now if youll excuse me, i have places to be. errands to be run.” trying slipping past them, you cant help but notice they were still attempting to hinder your steps.

lute stands in front of you with the same old face she had. it was never even her face. it was a mask. a helmet. one shielding the exorcists from the physical reality of the state of man.

adams voice booms at you “LISTEN, bitch. any low life creature like you should be GRATEFUL that i even tried recruiting you in the first place. its a fucking HONOR to work with me.”

“uhuh. well this low life creature is oh, soooo grateful that the one and only adam, first man of heaven and earth, invited her to your um,” the man smirks as she continues , “outings, but she has more important things to do that day. good day to ya’.”

you shouldve flown off a long time ago.

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the clock ticked quietly. the minute, second, and hour hand all moving in direct correspondence with one another to simply label the concept of human events in mathematical sequences. the clock struck three.

it was exactly two weeks till the extermination. you had to do what you had to do anyway. you may or may have not stolen something of emily’s to get where you were today, but oh well. shed understand… hypothetically.

its not like that stop you anyway.

flowing energy of pure essence and magic floated aimlessly through the air, twisting and curling with each individual atom. each surged with enough power to bend events on earth.

whispers of the ancient and calls from the deep filled your ears as the quiet grew louder towards you. it was overwhelming, but yet, each medley made you seem like you were being relaxed.

a portal opened, supposedly to the destination you needed to get at. before stepping in, you thought.

i can die here. again. a cannibal could yank off your arm. you might get assaulted. you might mawled. robbed. the possibilities were endless. hell was free will with no bounds.

a frown appeared on your lips as you stared at the blinding light. you were one step away from the sole thing you have been searching for weeks.

your soul could be enslaved.

.

you were never that dumb, anyway.

you hurried through the portal, making haste as if someone on the other side has caught you in the act. if you were caught, youd be banned. banished. fall—

“MMPHM!” you walk right into a random hold llady with a cane.

“WATCH WHERE YAR GOIN’, YOU WRENCH!” the old lady screamed at you, causing you to frown. “BETTER GET SOME EYES BEFORE I EAT THEM MYSELF!”

“sorry, maam…”

“sorry, my ass! hmph.”

you laugh nervously as you circle around the woman to escape, only to be surrounded by… a lot more people. even through the crowds compaction, from the distance, there was a sign.

CANNIBAL TOWN.

ah, just what you needed. seems like youre just a magnet for every cannibal, even in death.

“haha… hello… there, good sir.” some man goes to examine your wing and sniffs it… he gives a nod of approval to his friend before you snatch it away from his hands, hugging it close to your chest. “that is mine, thank you.”

your nose twitched at the stench of hell. the grim and soot combining into various airborne particulates that filled your lungs like toxins.

however, one goes in and tries to chomp your ank—

sharp pain reaches the area as you shriek back in pain, earning some recognition from passerbyers, and especially, a certain someone.

see, its not everyday people of hell see pearly white wings on their doorstep. it's like these cannibals just hit the goldmine of a chicken dinner and you were the first thing on their menu.

right before you started throwing hands, a lovely woman showed up. she reminded you of some of the ladies that babysitted you as a kid when you were alive. had the dress, the hat, the heels, everything. just taller. and with black… PITCH black irises.

“oh, shoo! leave the poor woman alone! did cha mothers teach you anything?!” she shoos off the boys, hands resting on her hips and frown resting on her face. she turns around and formally greets you.

“ALRIGHT, lets see. whats a doll like you hanging around a place like this? i gotta say, im a little flattered someone as cute as you showin’ up at my doorstep!” she thoroughly examines you and obviously takes note of your nearly obnoxious feathered wings.

she clicks her tongue and smiles “ah! you really did fall from heaven, huh? ohhh, im just teasing ya’, hun. but i do say, your one the make the mens ankles go weak! quite the bees knees!”

“as much as i love the enthusiasm, seems like ive had the opposite effect.” you display the very clear bite mark, making rosie laugh at your matching energy.

“ohh, we’ll get you fixed right up! dont mind those boys… you know how they are, especially in this time of age, YEESH!” she pushes you inside a cute ol’ building Franklin and Rosie’s Emporium.

“sit, sit! make yourself comfortable,” her motherly tone calms you down, “can i getcha anything! ooo, where are my manners, i forgot to introduce myself! the names rosie, its always a pleasure to find poor unfortunate souls like yours end up on my doorstep, especially cute ones.” she winks at you as you settle yourself in a chair, taking note of the wonderful hues and coziness of the environment. it was nothing you wouldve expected from hell.

you introduce youreelf formally, “its a pleasure to meet you. quite the pleasure, especially for a gal’ like yourself.” you smiled warmly at the woman, making her giggle.

“awwww, you’re so sweet! no wonder the boys wanted a taste of ya’, you drip with honey, hun!”

“i could say the same for you, maam.” you smile, offering the same compassion she showed. she grabs some bandages in a miscellaneous cabinet and lifts up your ankle.

“here, i’ll getcha fixed up in no time.”

silence, oddly comforting silence, filled the hall as she wrapped bandages around your ankle.

“thank you, by the way.”

“oh, don’t mention it honey, but i must say, seeing a gal like you is quite rare down here.” she states, and despite her irises being pitch black, they still held emotion.

“well— um,” you were interrupted by the static of the radio, making rosie gasp and smile in delight. she grabs a radio by the nearby coffee table and places it closer.

“oooo, you got here just in time for my good friend alastor’s podcast! quite the charmer, he is!”

his voice filled both of your ears, for a second your face falters with shock and mixed emotion, something that doesn't go unnoticed by the self-built overlord, but it fixed itself right away.

“greetings, dear sinners! it is i, your favorite radio sh…”

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you sat at your desk, scribbling away as you studied on yet another miscellaneous biology lesson. the radio turned on, comfortably listening to your fathers voice as he spoke.

pangenesis refers to the creation of pangenes during one’s lifetime which will then be passed down to the organism’s offspring.

the blending traits theory refers to the combination of traits from the parents. however, this fails to acknowledge the reappearance of traits in next genera…

genetics was truly something. dna wrapped and packed perfectly by histone proteins, compacted in nucleosomes, and turned into the primary foundation of lives.

you and alastor were never related. he scooped you up from some miscellaneous dumpster on the side of the road. it was quite cinematic, actually. right out of a book.

newcomers always questioned your sudden appearance next to him, especially since you looked nothing like him. some assume your father had an act with some women, but those who truly knew of the two of you were ones you hold dear.

“thats it for tonight, folks! its pouring hard, tonight! i better get home and start cookin’ dinner before my daughter starves to death. good night!” his acknowledgement made you smile as the radio filled your ears once more. you turned it off and yawned, shutting the biology textbook in front of you.

some kids at school would ask you who your real parents were. youd always respond the same. you said yes and you always, always responded with your fathers name. they would protest and would ask you for a real answer, in which you continue to justify your answer.

even if the two of you werent bound by blood, you were bound by bond.

thirty minutes later, keys rattled, a door opened.

the sound makes you run down the stairs as you didnt hear his usual announcement of his presence. you skidded down hallways on your socks.

you turned the corner and saw him drenched with rainwater.

“im no genuis, pa, but it seems you got a lil’ water on ya’”

exhaustion evident in his eyes, he still manages to smile and roll his eyes at you.

“hush, now, i know i forgot my umbrella,” very unlike him , “be a dear and grab a towel?”

you laugh and walk to the storage closey and threw him a towel. “you need a lot more than a towel. a shower, new change of clothes..” you smiled “and a nice cup of tea, hm?”

he embraces you in a hug, getting you wet “hey! i already took a bath, you smell like wet dog!”

“aah, am i not allowed to embrace my favorite daughter in a sincere act of my care and love for her?”

“im your only daughter, pa.”

“and you are also my favorite daughter.”

you push him away and roll your eyes, but your bright smile remains, “go shower! ugh, now i need to change..” you stretched out your shirt to examine it. he hung his coat and kicked off his shoes. “shoo, go shower before you catch a cold, ill cook ya somethin’.”

“thank you, dear.”

“anything for you dad.”

anything for you.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Running from the Daylight (oneshot)

Regulus Black AU

Request: @iluvthe-marauders HI LOVELYYY, HAVENT HAD TUMBLR IN AGESSSSS. Dont know if you remember but i was the one who asked for different harry potter characters and wanted to ask if you'd do a regulus oneshot. where y/n is a halfblood (Remus’ sister) and they run away together?

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: T

Song in Chapter: Running from the Daylight by Concrete Castles

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Now it's do or die, runnin' from the daylight. Have we had enough? What have we become? Nowhere left to hide. Runnin' from the daylight…Runnin' from the daylight

You stood in the mid-morning sun at the farmer’s marker simply enjoying the spring day. Winter had been hard. It was too long and cold with too many losses for your side. Now the promise of a “fresh” spring brought you fresh hope that The Order would somehow have a lot more “wins.”

“Y/n, what do you think of this?”

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sirius’ happy giggling. Turning, you met your best friend’s gaze as he held up what looked like a stuffed cat in a dress. Raising an eyebrow, you shook your head with an annoyed chuckle. It didn’t matter what was going on in the world…Sirius knew how to make you laugh.

“I’ll miss him.”

The thought hit you like a hex to the stomach. You forced a smile so Sirius wouldn’t suspect anything was up. You took a deep breath Sirius occupied himself with bothering Remus. Staring at your older your heart ached a little more.

He will be fine. Sirius will look after him.

It was only a few short hours before your life changed forever. You had made plans to run away with Regulus. The two of you would run away from everything and start a new life. A new life together…just the two of you in some quaint little country cottage where all of the horrors of “the real world” would forever evaporate. It would be just Regulus and yourself, living the life of a happy couple.

Regulus

Your heart smiled thinking about your “secret” boyfriend. For two years, you had been dating Regulus in private. Secret dating was what it had to be. You were a half-blood and that would never be good enough for the Blacks. Walburga would have a massive fit if she found out that her baby boy was dating a half-blood. Never, in any universe, would you be good enough for Regulus (in his parent's eyes.). If they knew about Remus’ “furry little problem” the “you’re not good enough” view would only be magnified.

If they only knew that I saved him. I am the one who put the light back behind his eyes.

You thought with a smile. If it hadn’t been for you Regulus would have put a fork in a toaster. He told you this himself one night after making love. That conversation itself was one that made you want to get Regulus away even more. You wanted to make sure that another cold frown would never pass over his gorgeous face again.

We will be a cute little married couple. We can get a cat and do all of the mundane things that we never thought would happen.

You smiled at the thought. For the first time in your life, you weren’t craving action or adventure. Instead, you were craving the normally boring slow life that your parents had.

When you had brought up the idea of running away, Regulus had been all for it. He was ready to walk away from the Death Eaters and Lord Voledmort. Regulus no longer cared about his family’s name. Being a member of the House of Black no longer had the “ring” to it that it once did. Regulus was, instead, ready to have that normal boring life where the two of you were just people….just people. It wouldn't matter that he was a pure-blood or you were a half-blood. Instead, Regulus would be the husband who would bring in the newspaper in the mornings while you made coffee.

“I wonder what they are doing at the lowly farmer’s market?”

Remus’ voice pulled you from your thoughts. Looking up, you froze seeing Regulus and Walburga across the next aisle.

“Mum probably got word that she can find weird shit to feel her house with. I should take her that cat.”

Sirius added as your eyes met Regulus’. He gave you a slight smile as your hand reached up to touch the emerald necklace that he had given you.

“Forget the cat, Sirius. The woman is bad news.”

Remus added, nervously. He didn’t have any love lost for Walburga. In fact, Remus was banking on the old bitch dying sooner rather than later. After Walburga nearly killed Sirius, Remus had no use for her. Remus was ready to kick in the door to Grimmauld Place and off the lot of the monsters within.

“Reggie is looking good though.”

Sirius commented sadly. The tone in Siruis’ voice told you everything that you already knew. Sirius missed Regulus.

“He will be fine. He’s a smart boy. I’m sure that he will see the things that you saw eventually.”

You commented, hoping to bring Sirius some comfort. You were the one that Sirius told his worries about Regulus too.

“I’m afraid he will end up like the lot of them. I don’t want to see the boy that I know become a monster.”

Those words replayed in your head over and over as you looked at Regulus again. You wished nothing more than to be able to tell Sirius that you were going to save Regulus. It would be you that took him away and Sirius would have nothing to worry about. Maybe in time, you could invite Sirius and Remus to your new home. You could show them that they had nothing to worry about.

“Yes, he does. Sirius, it will be fine. Regulus is a smart boy.”

Sirius sighed and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Yes, he is. One can only hope that he will see reason. Come on, let's get back to the house and fix that soup.”

The rest of the afternoon and evening passed slowly. At 10 pm you were due to meet Regulus at the train station. The two of you would take the last night train to your predetermined destination. All that you had to do was wait for Sirius and Remus to act like the little old couple and go to bed.

Around 7 pm, Sirius stretched and stood up. He gave you a smile before looking at his lover.

“There is a new movie playing down at the muggle Cinema. How about we go catch a movie? James and Lily are up for it?”

Remus nodded in agreement. He was all up for an evening out. Most nights were busy with order stuff. The thought of “getting out of the house” acting as if things were normal sounded absolutely amazing.

“Great idea. Y/n, are you coming?”

You shook your head.

“As much as I would love to, I have a bit of a headache and want to call it an early night. Tell James and Lily that I love them.”

Remus slowly got up to find his abandoned jumper. Your comment didn’t raise any red flags for him.

“We will. Would you like us to bring you anything home?”

You shook your head before standing up.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you though.”

You went to Remus and wrapped your arms around him. The realization that this would be the last hug that you gave your brother for some time hit hard. Remus seemed a little surprised at first but hugged you back.

“That’s a nice hug. I’m only going to the movies.”

He commented as you went to Sirius and did the same thing. Sirius, meanwhile, hugged you back just as dramatically.

“I know but I made a goal to never let either of you leave without hugging you. Both of you know how crazy the times are and what if something happens and I don’t hug you before you go?”

Remus gave you that comforting older brother expression as Sirius hugged you again.

“Y/n, everything will be okay. I know it doesn’t feel that way now but in time everything will be fine.”

You nodded as Sirius sauntered off to pull on his leather jacket.

“Remus is right, love. It won’t be long until we grill old lord Voldy’s head or shove it on a stick. We will look back on all of this and laugh.”

Sirius and Remus had been gone for half an hour when there was a quiet knock on the door. You stood up and opened it, relieved to see Regulus on the other side.

“Love.”

You said softly before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Regulus carefully walked the two of you into the house..

“Are dumb and dumber gone?”

You nodded.

“They went to a movie. What are you doing here early? Not that I’m not super happy to see you…I have been thinking about you since this morning.”

Regulus gently shoved you against the door before pressing himself against you. You sighed happily as he tilted your head to the side and began peppering your neck with kisses.

“Have you now? What a coincidence because I have been thinking about you nonstop. Your pretty face is always on my mind. I couldn’t wait to get my arms around you. Seeing you at that market and not being able to get to you…”

You placed a hand on his mouth.

“If your bitchy mother wasn’t there and I wouldn’t have to mop the floor with her face I would have snogged you right there on the spot.”

Regulus chuckled. He had grown used to your “I’m going to snog you in any place that I want” comments.

“She would have died with a heart attack…not that I would be complaining.”

Regulus murmured before glancing over his shoulder. Even though you said that Remus and Sirius were gone, Regulus still felt the need to check. The last thing that he wanted was for either man to catch the two of you snogging by the door. If they walked in and heard everything, it would ruin the plan of running away.

Regulus had worked too hard to have his plan ruined now. Over the past few weeks, he had been securing the two of you a safe life in a little Swiss village far away from the wizarding world both of you knew. Regulus had been in contact with his uncle Alphard Black and discussed an escape plan.

Alphard offered his summer home in Switzerland as a home for the two of you while Regulus (little by little) emptied his Gringotts bank. Regulus wanted to make damn sure that the two of you would never want for anything. Would both of you be gone from England forever? Regulus didn’t know. For now, however, Regulus had to plan as if returning home would never happen.

“Are you ready to go?”

Regulus asked, pulling himself from his thoughts. You nodded and picked up a small bag. Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“One bag?”

You shook your head.

“No, I used an extension charm. I have everything that we could need in here.”

Regulus smirked.

“Why am I not surprised? Are you still wanting to go? I know how close you are to your brother and my brother…”

You pressed your lips to Regulus’ again.

“Of course, I want to go. I left Remus and Sirius a letter. I’m sure they will be upset but in time, they will understand. I want nothing more than to share a life with the man that I love.”

A small smile played at Regulus’ lips as he reached for your coat.

“You always know what to say. Now let's get out of here before we start fucking on the couch.”

You slipped on your coat and picked up the small bag. Looking around the house, you took a moment to be thankful for your friends and family. You had never been much of the praying type but for once you prayed that sooner or later fate would bring all of you back together. Maybe in time, your friends would understand why you were taking this action and would forgive you.

It's the things that we do for love…

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[justice-artblog]

Wait shut up, late night thought (For the Saiki×Mob Crossover)

Just the thought that one of his friends makes it into seasoning City for a day or two, either passing through or temporarily visiting family.

And just the thought that Saiki is so devestated by what happened that he literally decides to hide rather than face what happened, rather than face the people he left behind.

And Mob has to awkwardly turn them away like *No, you didnt see any pink haired kids around here named Saiki, no siree!*

And manages to successfully ward off the friend. So he goes to Saiki's hiding place, and for the briefest moment sees the barest hint of devestation on Saiki's face. Morphed in grief before it smooths out.

Saiki wants to go, but Mob convinces him to just sit and wait it out.

And wait they do.

Either that, or.

Or.

They visit at Reigen's workplace. Cause they hear he's the greatest Psychic in the 21st century.

So surely this man can find their best friend, right?

And it's like 4 of them, And Reigen fully expects Saiki to give him sass when the teen makes note of people entering the building.

He does NOT expect Saiki to dive behind his desk and hunker down.

Amd 4 of his friends walk on, sit down, have tea and finally go onto their spiel.

"We know you do exorcisms but-"

"Well, we were wondering if you could locate someone? Cause you're a Psychic and all."

"I'm sorry?" Reigen blinks, plassing down his teacup as the teens shuffle nervously, the purple haired kid with glasses giving him a painfully peircing stare.

"Our friend." The teen explains, and slides across a picture of a very familiar teen. "Kusuo Saiki, he just up and disappeared one day."

Dont tell them Anything, Saiki's voice filters in his head that Reigen forces himself to just bite down the sarcastic comment bubbling up.

If anything, Saiki sounded nervous.

I do not.

"I'm not sure i understand." Reigen opts to say, waving a hand at Shigeo, who seemed just as tense as he felt. "Me and Mob here, arent really search and rescue types. Shouldnt you go to the police for this?"

"We did," The brown haired girl pushed up her own glasses, fingers drumming nervously against his chest. "Look, Psychic's have Telepathy, don't they? And youre the greatest one out there so- so maybe you can reach out to him... For us?"

"Please," The smaller blue haired teen voice quivered, his strangely wrapped forearms clasped together in a begging position. "Even if you tell us he's okay, that's all that matters!"

The conflicting feelings rise in his chest, the urge to tell the kid's everything was strong but-

Please, don't.

"I'm sorry," The smile he gives is a nervous one, lips twitching at the corners of his mouth. "My Telepathy has a range, and even then, if i havent met him personally i wouldnt be able to find him like that."

The way each teen deflated broke something in him, the desperate want to see if their friend is okay was palpable.

"But," He held up the picture of Saiki, the kid was surrounded by other's, 4 of them sitting right in front of him and the rest possibly being his classmates. "I can do this."

His eyes slipped closed, the blinding flourescent light leaving his world a view of dark skin toned reds. He pretended to focus, pretending to pour all his energy into this one photo.

'Do you really not want to say anything?'

No.

'Saiki-'

Drop it, Reigen, just... Just drop it.

'I'm going to tell them you're okay.'

Don't you-

'I won't say where or how, just that you're okay. Okay?'

...

'Saiki?'

Okay.

His eyes slipped open, squinting slightly at the bright lights as the teens starred at him expectantly.

"He's okay." Reigen smiled, and handed back the photo to the first teen.

"How?" The last teen finally spoke, slightly taller than the rest and gray hair almost white with the indoor lights. "How do we know it's not a trick, how do we know you're telling the truth?"

Well-

"I'm using a form of Psychometry." Reigen explained gently, watching the teen's glare harden. "Using a Photo, i can tell the state of being of the occupant within. There's a lot of you in there, granted, but with your description and knowing who I was targeting, it was easy to narrow it down."

He waved a hand down and up, letting their eyes trace his hand movements as the words registered in their brain

You're such a scam.

'Quiet you.'

"I don't know where he is." Reigen grimaced, the lie burning at his tongue. "But i can at least tell you he's okay."

"This is a trick." The taller teen snapped. "This has to be."

"Your friend," Reigen paused, thinking slowly. "He loves sweets, doesn't he?"

As a unit, they froze. The bittersweet smile he shot to them wasn't for show, Reigen felt sick.

"I got that from the photo." He pointed a hand, and then pulled back. "Loves Sweets, seems to be a bit of a homebody, a very quiet demeanour, yes?"

"All that... Just from a photo?" The smaller teen seemed to tear up. "Is there anything else?"

Don't do it, Reigen.

"I think... He misses you as much as you miss him." Reigen smiled. "His feelings are harder to pin down through the photo, and i don't know if im getting that because of the photo or if it's what he's feeling. But I believe, he misses you all too."

The fear faded, leaving nothing behind but relieved looks.

It took a couple minutes to wrangle them outside, denying pay even if the taller teen seemed to be loaded.

When the door clicked shut, he paused. Listening to the sounds of Mob shuffling and the absent noises that Saiki seemed to make.

"Kid's not telling us something." Dimple's appearence wasn't a surprise.

"Shut it Dimple." the words weren't harsh, but pointed, even as the spirit rolled his eyes and moved towards Mob, floating behind the other esper. "They're gone Saiki."

Shigeo shot him a look, his normally blank face twosted into something regarding mild concern.

'I know.' And he could hear Saiki shuffle, as if he were oulling himself into a small ball. 'I know.'

--

Like- do you see my vision????

[bbyquokka]

6:55 pm (bc)

genre: timestamp, smut — MDNI!

warnings: fem reader, unestablished relationship, virgin reader, fuckboy chan, best friend chan, oral (f rec), vaginal fingering, pet names.

words: 1.4k ~ (1470)

a/n: this + the teaser pics = this mess. this sucks but i havent wrote smut since the changbin fic

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“c-chan. wait–” you breathily whimper, fingers wrapped around the man's black locks. his fingertips dig into the skin of your thighs, teeth scraping the insides before gently nipping at the skin.

he looks at you through his lashes, a cocky and mischievous smirk resting on his lips. his tongue slowly darts out to moisten the skin leaving them to glisten in the faint light from the residue of his saliva.

you swallow thickly, your heart beating against your chest at an erratic pace. your body temperature has risen to max. it's a habit of yours to speak and not know when to shut up, especially in embarrassing situations–like five minutes ago to be exact.

you casually stated to your best friend (and fuckboy for that matter) that you've never been eaten out before. chan is your best male friend, a person you feel safe with so you have no problem over sharing, however, once you realised what you had said due to the fact that chan had a shit eating grin, did you curse yourself of your bad habit.

chan is the type of person to only do one night stands. he claims that relationships require time and effort–which he doesn't have right now. one night stands are easy for him. it's a quick fuck and you're done.

you don't care. chan is a grown man, he can do whatever he likes. however, you've heard the rumours floating around about how good chan is at eating pussy so naturally, it piqued your curiosity.

you just didn't expect that same man to be between your legs at this current moment in time.

“you want me to wait?” he cocks his eyebrow. the silver from his brow piercing faintly catching the light. “even after i've got you this worked up?”

you swallow as he hums. his fingertips delicately rubbing your aching cunt through the material of your soaked panties. he presses the pad of his finger against your clit, applying enough pressure to send tingles of pleasure up your spine. you gently tug on his hair causing chan to laugh 

“you and me both know that you don't want me to stop, doll.” he purrs before suckling on the skin of your inner thigh. he leaves purple bruises and teeth marks, your body reacting to the foreign yet pleasurable feeling.

he leaves feather-like kisses on the skin, inching closer and closer to your cunt. he looks up at you for any signs of him to stop, but when he is met with nothing but rosy cheeks and doe eyes, he continues. 

using his middle and index finger, he slowly rubs between your folds through your panties. you let out shaky breathes, chan humming softly as he feels how wet your panties are.

“fuck.. your panties have soaked up your juices nicely.”

“do you have to comment on it?” you mumble, feeling a wave of shyness wash over you.

“what can i say? i like to be vocal.” he says with a smirk before hooking his fingers under the waistband. “can i?”

you nod slowly, swallowing your accumulated saliva. you lift your hips up as chan pulls your panties down your legs and onto the floor. you're met with the cold air of the room hitting your soaked pussy as chan stares at it with hungry eyes.

“shit.. it's so pretty. you're so pretty yn.”

“stoppp.” you whine, legs aromatically closing as an attempt to make chan not stare anymore.

“no.” he whispers, gently prying your legs open again “let me see.” 

you whimper. cheeks flushing pink as you watch chan. his hungry eyes flicker as they take in every detail of your lower half. the way your slick coats your folds and shimmers in the light. how puffy and swollen your clit is. how your entrance pulsates as it waits to be filled with something.

“gosh you're so pretty!” he growls before diving head first between your legs. you shriek as a sudden explosion of pleasure shoots up your spine due to chan's wet tongue gliding over your puffy clit.

“f-fuckk!!” you groan out. he hums as he uses the tip of his tongue to swirl around the bud before licking long strips. he then starts to suck and gently nibble on the bud before slowly licking down to your entrance. 

you moan his name softly, his tongue lapping up your slick. he moans against your cunt from the way you taste, a switch inside him suddenly flipping making him want more of you. the way you sound, the way you taste makes him want so much more of you.

you tug at his hair as his tongue dives in and out of your entrance. breathy moans and shaky whimpers escape from your throat as your body and mind becomes consumed with the foreign feeling of pleasure. you free one hand from his hair to glide under your t-shirt.

you cup your own breast, squeezing and massaging the flesh as you unknowingly buck your hips against chan's face. the tip of his nose bumps against your clit which adds to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

chan smirks, letting you do as you please. he lets you buck and ride his face, his tongue alternating from entrance to clit. your fingers pinch and tug at your nipples, head flopping to the side as your lips part.

with shaky thighs, you desperately try to close your legs around his head but chan is strong. with the grip he currently has, it's a useless fight; a fight you should just give up on.

slick and saliva coats chan's face. your moans and the way your body moves sending tingles of pleasure down chan's spine and straight to his aching balls. his cock straining against his jeans. every now and then, he roughly squeezes and palms himself to relieve him of the ache.

you look down as chan pulls away slightly, your brows furrowing together as a way of asking: “everything ok?” chan simply smirks before gathering up some spit and spitting on your cunt.

your eyes widen a little at the dirty, yet attractive, action. all thoughts are quick to leave your mind once you feel chan rub and smear the saliva on your clit and folds. using two fingers, he rubs between your folds getting the skin coated in your slick. 

he teasingly dips the tips of his fingers inside your entrance to be greeted by sudden warmth and the feeling of you clenching around him. he laughs softly as he looks at you, your pink cheeks and doe eyes staring down at him as you chew your lip.

“is this o–”

“yes!” you hastily interrupt “yes! just fuck me chan. please.. i'm aching to feel something.” you curse your virgin self for sounding so desperate, but you couldn't help it. the pleasure you're feeling is so new and scary. you'd be lying to yourself if you said you wasn't scared of what's next but you know you're safe with chan and with each moan you make, the more you love it.

chan swallows thickly as he clenches his jaw. he makes a mental note of how adorable and submissive you look right now, forever burning the image into his brain. 

he'll use that to jerk off later.

he slowly pushes his fingers inside, stopping at the first knuckle. you groan at the feeling of fullness alongside with how thick his fingers feel. he curls his fingers against your walls, slowly pumping them.

your walls contract around him, holding onto his fingers tightly as if you're scared he will escape. he slowly picks up the pace, your eyes fluttering shut. he dares to push his fingers deeper inside, finger curling and caressing your walls.

he angles each thrust in an attempt to hit that spot he knows so well–and when he does, his ears and eyes are blessed with the sight and sound of you. 

you let out a long and desperate moan, back arching as his fingertips abuse your g-spot. you shakily reach down, holding onto his wrist as you dig your nails into the skin. chan smirks before sucking on your clit again.

“fuck fuck fuck. chan, so good. fuck!” you moan, your throat becoming dry from all the panting you've been doing.

“good girl.” chan mumbles “you're doing so well for me.”

your core clenches, stomach dipping and body sweating. you can't say or do anything because you're so consumed with pleasure. you're hazy and all you can think about is having chan's cock deep inside you, ruining your insides.

chan loves the way you sound, taste, smell and feel. his animalistic side getting the better of him as his fingers drive in and out and tongue swirling around your puffy clit.

he wants more; so much more.

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @oshimee ; @fairylouist ; @septicrebel ; @bbujiikseu ; @cixrosie ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer

[forlorn-crows]

Dearest Crow, I've been thinking about Rain's Lake Wife recently.

Do you have any Nyneve thoughts to share? Did Dew ever know her as a water ghoul? Please tell.... leaves a shiny

💙

nyneve lore incoming

ive actually talked about dew's knowledge of her a little previously here! but here's the essential highlights from that:

the elder ghouls may have passed down the knowledge about her, and some, like Water i think, dont. maybe theyre a little selfish about her, feel like theyve been 'chosen' and that everyone else should have to discover her too. with Water (again, Delta, w/e), it was turbulent with the new summonings, the changing of ghouls and even elements. there simply wasnt time to be like 'oh yeah also theres a big tentacle lady in the lake if you want to have a fun time' you know? not his fault . . . . . . Nyneve's def had a relationship with many a ghoul, but it hasnt been linear. it hasnt all been water ghouls either, but i think the interaction of other elements has come and gone throughout time. i havent decided if any of the 'more recent' ghouls beyond the others mentioned have met her, or just know of her . . . . . . Rain had to introduce Dew to Nyneve. once he got over the fact that he'd have to tell everyone else about her, considering hed come home with sucker marks all over with no real logical explanation. i think Mountain is the first one he tells, but Dew is the first one he introduces.

so to answer that question, unfortunately dew never got to meet her when he was a water ghoul. but you know rain goes to him for first dibs, especially after putting two and two together. and dew has a particular . . . thing for tentacles. rain already knew that, considering he has one. but oh. oh. is dew in for it when she gets her hands on him.

funnily enough, i dont know if mist would, uh, fuck with her (unless its a nice lil slimy handy), but i think theyd be mischievous friends, preying on innocent passerbys and snatching ankles for fun haha

something i have been thinking about is a prequel about her life 'before'. ive tumbled around the idea of her actually being human, somehow magically turned into the beginning of the creature we know she is today. something about a traveler during religious prosecution, going from village to village to secretly tempt women and men, but also just live her life.

not witchcraft, though that is what she ultimately is accused of. chased through the town and past the woods, right up to the lake that she currently resides in. maybe they drowned her, maybe she fled from them and couldnt swim. she escapes them that way, but the entities (lucifer, someone else?) saves her soul by morphing it into the fledgling version of her squid-like self.

does she remember her human life? how does she transform into such a creature? these are things i havent worked out yet. nor have i worked out her birth name, nor all the names she chose for herself along the way. but, if i were to write it all, i think id title it 'Maiden of the Mist'

insert copia-esque, self-satisfied 'eh?' here

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

Roman Numerals I-V | Simon “Ghost” Riley | Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Sum. Roman Numerals I to V about being with Simon “Ghost” Riley. He doesn’t imagine himself being in love, and yet when he his, it’s more soothing than expected. And even then, his mind can’t rest, but he now has family to help him along the way.

Warnings. mentions depersonalization/derealization, PTSD, alcohol, smoking,

Word Count. 1088 words

Reader. fem!reader

A.N. getting back into writing yall- hoorah. Dont be afraid to load up the inbox with MWII. i havent touched the COD games in like...3 years and i wanted to get into this one so bad... i am so happy these boys are getting their love yall- i will  be making some roman numerals for Soap lmao. I kept mixing up NewSoap with OldSoap and i was so mad i had to rewrite it. anyways. enjoy! i will replay the campaign now and cry at the gym now lmao

     i. In terms of a relationship, Simon wants a civilian, while Ghost needs someone with a military background. If you knew Simon before you met “Ghost”, you’d have met as children, aware of his situation with his family but never allowed to be involved. He gets very attached to the few good things life has given him, and he wouldn’t just throw it away because he had his job take most of his time away. If you had met Ghost first? “Ghost” would have in turn met “Fawn,” with the team's support following behind whoever needed her closely, it would take about a few months before names would be exchanged, and a good year before faces are revealed in a more intimate manner.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

     ii. Simon is softer than many would expect, often touching you with the back of his hand in fear of his grip, he prefers for you to lay on top of him with your whole body weight rather than the opposite, and unless others are present, his voice is softer- more tired, vulnerable. But when others are around, like Soap, or Price, he's noticeably softer, but not enough to hurt his pride or self image. Everyone in the situation knows Soap and Price don’t care, and are happy for Simon, but they also accept he’s a rather stubborn man.

     iii. His love language is definitely physical touch, on the highest end, with acts of service as a close second, and quality time as a third. He’s had a… scarcity in positive physical touch growing up, and the military didn’t do anything to help that craving, so he does get a bit choked up when he’s held for long periods of time. You learn not to mention it, let him tear up in peace, shakey sighs leaving him when your nails start to scratch his scalp and play with his hair. 

     Keeping him in mind when out and about leaves him weak in the knees, buying him paint for his face when you see it, patching up balaclavas that he gets attached to rather than replacing them, grabbing him tea when you get your own coffee/hot cocoa/tea. Even just being around him is enough. 

     He’s not a man of many words when he’s in his moments, and sometimes just having you near keeps him sane. You notice how his dry humor evaporates to nothing, he isn’t quippy,3 but follows you from room to room like a shadow. He stares, watching you cook and hum to yourself, curling up on the couch behind you as you iron with the TV on, sitting on the carpet floor with his head on your thigh, reading aloud. Those moments keep him sane, his mind running wild with his heart pounding in his ears, and seeing you… live, so close to him brings him back to Earth.

      iv. He’s often gone for months on end, usually around three months on average, before coming home for a while, to start up again. He gives you a burner, and usually wants you to travel as he’s gone. A secure channel and consistent movement allows for better safety, and more frequent comms. They’re usually short, you hear the others in the back. Laughing, shouting, hollering, crying. It depends on how the mission goes, who's back, who's lost. Ghost always comes back, and Simon seems to lose a bit of himself, faded eyes and a hollow look to him, but he manages to somehow pull himself back. But there are times where he can’t seem to, where he’s lost. He’s grateful you never leave him in these moments, even though he thinks you should, that there's something better out there for you.

     v. He often talks with Soap一 Johnny when he’s home, at the bar on a quiet night, in their homes on the rooftops, a bottle of Scotch between them. Maybe Bourbon. Depends on how Johnny boy feels that night. It’s their usual banter, throwing how they’ve saved each other in their faces, a quick jab at the other in the side, sometimes escalating to a grappling session. 

     Simon wonders if this is what it’s supposed to be when you have a brother, and though Johnny is the older one, he still can't help but baby him in a way. He’s seen how brothers act, on the TV, siblings on the school grounds, and in public. He was envious of them then, those secret chats they have in the early mornings, the silly banter that creates inside jokes no one else could ever understand, the meaningless bickering that only led to a stronger bond. He wanted that.

     So here he is, on the roof of Soaps home, a chill in the autumn air that keeps the men awake. Scotch again for tonight, and Simon hums as his throat burns with another sip from his glass, and he wonders if you’re asleep in the guest bedroom you’re both to share, or maybe you’re having your own quality time with Johnny's wife. He wouldn’t be surprised if he and Johnny found you both asleep in a bed together, TV playing with snacks and your own drinks/smokes of choice by the side of the bed.

     He smiles at the thought, seeing and feeling everyone in the home happy, and yet- he can’t help but feel his heartache as his mind wanders into darkness again. And he ends up begging Johnny, for him and his wife, to take care of you if anything is to happen to him.

          “Don’t say that, brother. You’re not going anywhere.” John tries to smile, to bring the mood back up, and not allow Simon to fall into his own mind again.

          “Just… just promise me, Johnny. That’s all I need to hear right now.” He gulps down the rest of his drink, looking ahead for a second, slowly turning as he waits for a response.

          “I promise. But, you need to promise me one thing as well.”

          “What.”

          “Promise me… promise us you’ll do what you can to stay here. Stay with us. As long as you can.” He can only glance at the Brit, unable to meet Simon's eyes for this moment, not wanting to scare him away with too much emotion. 

          “We all need you here, Simon.” Soap is quick to grab the bottle, refilling the glass, tipping it over to ask if Ghost wants more. He’s met with a glass, and he fills it, the roles reversed as he awaits his response now.

          “I promise.”

[vinnsley]

Could you write some HC for IDV Aesop x zombie reader? Maybe they are very pale and they aren't as talkative as the other survivors?

You can ignore this if you're busy or just don't want to. Thank you!

Hihi!!! ik i havent written in awhile, sorry about that, but ill try to make a comeback, my requests are open!! (4 hcs/fics r in my drafts, so ill try to write them!)

-Aesop Carl x Zombie-like!Reader-

At first, before you two met and got to know eachother, he really thought you were just a revived corpse. But in reality, you are very much alive! You just... dont really play the part in looking like you are.

So, he would be very fascinated, but wont know how to approach you and his curiosity.

So, he does what every normal person would at the manor. He would ask you to randomly become his practice zombie-human thing.

And by this (^) i mean that he just flat out asked if he could put makeup on you.

'So, he does what every normal person would at the manor.' And to explain this better, i meant asking you to do something that consist what their good at. Their professions.

So... he would put makeup on you, if you allow it, of course.

Only because you look like a corpse. He's an embalmer. You know from the sound of that, that it'll be an interesting friend relationship.

Once you two get to know eachother better (Read: You let him put makeup on you and he full on interviewed you during your sessions of makeup), He would feel more comforrable around you, meaning he will start to converse with you by his own will.

If you and him are on a match together, he would want to embalm you first, but knows that he cannot do that without it being sure that you need to be the one to get revived. Meaning that he and his teammates might get into a verbal fight if he does, which he doesnt want.

If you come up with a need to talk to him, when you actually speak in that hoarse and unused voice to him, his attention quickly goes to you from whatever he was doing or whoever he was 'talking' to.

If you ask him to put makeup on you so you could look more 'Human' because you feel like a sore thumb out of all of you in the manor, he would quickly dismiss the request and explain to you how everyone in the manor is their own person, no one cares what the other cares about them. (+that everyone looks good their own way)

This isnt exactly zombie!reader, but i just have a few ideas of what petnames he'll call you, if you even manage to get to that stage with him. (He wont use these in public though. Only maybe a shortened version of your name/nickname you allowed him)

Nicknames(^): Dearest, Love, Darling (not as common as the others, he only uses darling when he tries to comfort you), and Beloved.

I already ran out of scenarios i cant💔

[strawberryicedcookies]

hi, i really need your help

i decided to manifest an sp out of thin air, i wrote down everything i want in him also i wanted him to look like my celebrity crush and i even wrote down his name

i affirmed that he exist, and i told all my friends about that guy (i didnt tell them that im manifesting him) i affirmed that im meeting him in the cinema oneday and today i went to the cinema to see my childhood movie and GUESS WHAT the cinema screening hall had his name on it! or the name that i wanted him to be (mind u that i never went to this cinema before) do u think its a sign?

but unfortuntley i didnt meet my sp and that is bothering me alot what should i do? i cant stop thinking about when or how i will meet him?

do you have any advice for me? thx sm i really love ur posts btw

would you be worried about how your going to meet them if you already met them?? would you be searching in the cinema for him if you already met him?? no. Stay in the wish fulfilled baby. Now, i cant tell you what to do or how to manifest, but personally if i were manifesting an sp out of thin air, i wouldn’t worry about the how. I wouldn’t make up his name (cs idc what name my man has as-long as i like him 😭) i wouldn’t specify where i will meet him, none of that. I would just make a detailed list of all the personality traits i want him to have and him to be my type. Remember your technically not manifesting him out of thin air, you are selecting somebody in the universe that fits your description and bringing him to you (so he could be halfway across the world, but you will meet him). My advice, stop worrying about the how and start focusing on how you have him RIGHT NOW. Also never mess with the 3D while manifesting 😭 so don’t tell your friends about somebody you’re manifesting, it adds additional stress and makes manifesting more stressful and less carefree.

Be delusional asf, the problem with manifesting where ur going to meet the person is that you’re telling your subconscious that you havent met them yet. Be delusional, YOU ALREADY MET THEM. they are your boyfriend OFC you already know him. When you’re alone, pretend you’re talking with him. Dont mess with the 3D baby 😭 the 3D WILL reflect your 4D, dont try to force it.

[sinteez]

Part 2 - Seonghwa x Reader

Part 2

Seonghwas pov:

Just another normal day for seonghwa as he just swims around the whole kingdom trying to find ways to go up to shore but he always got caught by his fathers guards and right now hes currently on the way back to his father with the guards swimming behind him.

Guard 1: “ sir we found your son trying to get to shore again.”

Guard 2: “ we brought him too you so you can punish him.”

Seonghwas father arose from his throne and sighed dissapointedly “ son you know not to go to the shore” seonghwas father said to seonghwa with the hit of boredom in his voice as he was used to this every single day. “But father this isnt fair i deserve my freedom out of the kingdom too not just here!” seonghwa replied annoyed that he has no freedom outside of the kingdom but this was the final straw for his father as his father hit his trident down on the floor making a big bang. I will not have what happened to your mother also happen to you!” seonghwas father screamed louly making seonghwa look at him rolling his eyes “you say this every time father and im tired of this im tired of this kingdom and im also tired of you repeating yourself!” seonghwa shouted as he swam away quickly too quick for even the two guards to  capture him

As seonghwa swam to the surface he jumped out of the water changing into his human form with a big smile and taking in the air. Seonghwa loved being above the surface somehow it felt like he was at home but seonghwas smile immediately dropped as he heard a yell, looking over seonghwa noticed that the person that saw him was infact a hunter with all of the gear that he had so seonghwa got up right away and ran so fast until he saw a cabin with the doors slightly opened so he ran into there and looked behind him checking that the person didnt follow. Suddenly seonghwa felt a tap pn his shoulders making him gasp and turn around looking at a cute girl staring at him making him chuckle deeply “hey” seonghwa said to the girl infront of him. 

y/n pov:

You listened to the mans voice infront of you soon snapping out of your trance and now glaring at the man “ who the hell are you and what are you doing in my bedroom” you asked him sternly raising a brow at the man making seonghwa sigh and look behind him and at you again “well… i was getting chased by someone and i ran here because … well it looked safe” seonghwa said puffing out  his cheeks a little. You walked towards him trying to get a better look at the stranger in your room, you gasped as the gills shining under the light of the moon, you knew this was bound to be bad news but something inside you was screaming to help him. You knew this was something that was going to cause more grief than you wished for but the look on his face showed you something different, he seemed truly scared. “Youve been running away for too long havent you?” you questioned, your arm grazing over his and guiding him to sit on the chair by the balcony door. “I know we just met, but it seems we have something in common, you want to live a normal life, safely.. And i want out of this hunter life” you explained hoping not to scare him away. “I am just tired, I understand.. I have always been hunted, it seems your folks have got it out for us” Seonghwa explained to you.  “Yeah i could say the same for you, your kind killed my mother” you said sending a snarl his way.

“My kind, you think i really want this life, if that was the case youd be dead right now.”he spat at you, venom lacing on his tongue.

“You couldnt hurt a fly could you? You havent got the guts to do it” Seonghwa said.

“Want to bet, this could end badly you know right, i have blood on my hands already i wouldnt mind adding some more” you spat. “Oh sorry it seems we dont even know each others name, id like to know who im about to add to my list before ending their life” you spoke, a little break in your voice as you watched his face contorted in fear. His whole body stiffening as he watched the anger spill from your body.

“S-Seonghwa” he shakily said getting up slowly and walking towards the door. “I-im sorry” he spoke before standing out on the balcony looking at the horizon. You felt your heartbreak as he spoke, following him outside you rested your hand on his back. “No im the one that should apologise, how about we restart” you spoke holding out your hand and smiling at him. “Im y/n” you said shaking his hand and looking out at the view.

“Its beautiful isnt it” you spoke your mind travelling along the horizon as you both looked out. “I wish sometimes i could swap places, it would be nice to just have a life where i could wash away the sins that i have caused, i never meant to hurt anyone seonghwa” you spoke letting a tear fall down your cheek. You had never spoken so openly about your struggles before but something about his aura gave you comfort, you let yourself open up like a faucet, all your years of pent up emotions now flooding to the surface. - TO BE CONTINUED -

[sunny-ssunset]

How about a pip pirrup x fem reader where pip the most 2nd bullied kid in South Park, finds a girl his age who loves and accepts him for who he is(especially being English) she’s a sweetheart to pip and gives him love and hugs, telling him she will always love him and will fight off the bullies, especially Cartman

🌸🫖Pip Pirrip x a misunderstood sweet reader🫖🌸

I got you babe dww, i'll do headcanons because my oneshot abilitys are really shit atm and its easier for me to do headcanons Im a lazy bitch ngl

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3

•When i tell you it was love at first sight i swear to fucking god lmaoo

•You first saw him eating lunch on his own damien was away guys

•You knew he was pretty misunderstood, you didnt really get why?

•He seemed really sweet why did cartman treat him like shit?

•One day you just had ENOUGH

•Beat the shit out if cartman for calling pip a stupid name again

•He came up to you and thanked you for standing up to him

•He didnt think cartman deserved to be beat up over though SWEET BABY

•You'll be the first to confess and he'll cry if joy lmao

•"I just wanted to say i will love you forever and i understand if you dont feel the same" He'll engolf you in the BIGGEST hug "No ones ever said that to me before Y/nnnn 😭😭😭"

•After that you are inseprable

•He always demands on holding your hand wherever you go

•He has never met someone so understanding and accepting before he falls HARD

•Whenever someone even tries to say something bad to pip you stop him before they even open their mouth

•He'll rant about you to damien for HOURS

•"She is just so perfect like she just gets me you know??" "Yes Phillip i know you havent shut up about her for 2 hours"

•Damien knows so much about you before you even met

•Pip is just so happy to have someone like you what can he say

•Anyways He can not get enough of your kisses like he is obsessed

•He is always thinking/talking about you when you arent together which is very rare

•He cried whenever you tell him you love him first the first few times

•He'll write you cute little notes in class

•Hes so obsessed with you

•Your in it for life girl you are never leaving 💖

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I WAS LOOKING FOR A JEREMY BPD/ANGER ISSUES POST I THOUGJT I HAD SEEN THIS MORNING PLEASE WRITE YOUR HEADCANNONS AGAIN I BEG OF YOU GIVE JEREMY KNOX THE LOVE HE DESERVES

Okay so this is long overdue, but might as well. I guess this is an observation of fandom Jeremy as much as the canon one, so don't come at me.

I dunno read Jeremy as having BPD bcs... bcs honestly have you ever met anyone who has Sunshine shining from their ass? Me neither. Though I have met ppl with severe personality issues who had a coping mechanism like that, of course they weren't young and talented sportsmen looked up to by many ppl and rooted for by many, so they had enough free space and privacy to go absolutely fucked up at other ppl when they were having bad brain hours.

Yes im including myself here.

The name of the game is If I Give Them No Reason to Leave Me They Won't.

Or If I Give Them No Things To Hate Me For They Won't Hurt me.

But spice it up with black and white thinking, paranoia and unhelathy behaviours jumping off the standard spectrum of bottling things out into like, going on a 4 hour run to cool off bcs you are undeserving bcs you are a bad captain bcs you're annoyed at the freshmen bcs they dont care about your shared goals enough and is thay really a them issue? Or is it actually a You issue? Are you blaming others for your own failures again? Look at yourself, you're fucking pathetic, and egoistic at that, you demand things from others but how do you show you care for what others need huh? You think you're a good captain? Keep telling yourself that, before you know it they will all turn against you. Because you're a failure, bcs you cant even make them care? Maybe you're just not a good enough player , or maybe they can see straight through you, see what you are udnerneath the happy exterior. Yo have just not good enough, not trying hard enough, and you want them to look up to.. to That???

Or maybe it is a them issue bcs fuck that, fuck the smiling, fuck the caring, you don't actually care, if they don't care, why would you? 🤔 you don't owe anyone anything you are so done with everyone and everything cant they LEAVE YOU THE FUCK ALONE, HAVENT YOU DONE ENOUGH TO HAVE AT LEAST ONE SMALL THING GO RIGHT ONCE? YOU ARE SO FUCKKNG ANGRY so you have to do something you feel like smashing something, you could, your body is literally a machine, you could show them what you actually think about their Opinions, how pathetic and annoying they are and actually fuck that you have to leave you cant stand being in the same room as them for one second longer.

But the sunshine Jeremy 🌞 exterior slips on so even though you want to crash the doors closed you smile and wave and say something stupid and cheery you even have a fucking spring in your step.

Bcs you're a fucking liar a fucking impostor you can't help it at this point you are a clay figurine that's hollowed out inside.

You are so tired it's like there's a lump of cloth absolutely soaked weighting on your lungs

You actually feel like crying while you wave at alvarez from the stretch of the corridor, making goddamn plans to meet up for group studying maths later in the evening while your lungs constrict holding down a sob.

You hate them all for the next 3 hours.

And then on hour four while you're circling the campus heading back from your walk/jog/run/staring into the distance/jog again you tap into the very comfortable very familiar hating of yourself.

This is a light version of course but I bet Jeremy is that person that dissapears sometimes like at parties ect bcs they are doing some absolutely stupid shit like having sex with a complete stranger or getting drunk but they know enough about the emptiness and self hatred they will feel ten minutes after they succumb to thay behaviour that they learned to do it when the judgment of the ppl who know them won't touch this piece of him. Bcs it feels like a separate piece.

Like he is parcelled into different breeds of fucked up inside and they are all set on a loop in a music playing machine from a highway diner. One song ends another starts you can choose which one if you throw in a dime.

And also we gotta add in the sensory issues, he sees things, he hears them, sometimes he does a dodge while there's nothing coming bcs he thought it was. Some weeks it feels almost he lives from one training to the next bcs he doesn't remember a minute from what's in between. Good thing he taught himself this sunny persona bcs its an autopilot mode that gets him having to answer the least amount of questions when he doesn't fucking remember what happened from 8 am till late afternoon that day.

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4⭐Town daydream #1

idk if this will become a new form of 4town x reader content im gonna try but i just got hit with this vision in my head while listening to music and i just had to get it out. I'll tag them as "💛 4town daydreams" for my blog but theyre still headcanons so yeah.

I'll keep them non-specific so can be applied to whichever member is your favourite/bias i hope you enjoy.

he screams your name and at the sound of his voice, every fibre of your being shudders. your shoes cement themselves to the ground, and no matter how hard you try to keep walking away, through the current of people bustling against each other, shoulders bumping together like waves crashing across the vast and endless ocean.

he calls your name again, the strain on his desperation to reach you making his voice crack, but he doesn't care. and now, heart hammering so hard in your throat you're certain you havent taken a breath in at least a minute, your head turns on its own.

it was so easy to find his eyes, even in the dark. no matter if you were in the wings and he was on stage, his voice just as majestic and irresistible as it was now, and just like those times, as soon as your eyes met his through everything else, the whole world melted away.

he was still in his 4Town gear, his headset mic bouncing at the corner of his mouth as he sprinted towards you, not caring who he bumped into. it wouldve looked absurd had it not been for the focus gleaming in his eyes, the blue and orange colour palette of his clothes transforming him into a shooting star pushing through the black night sky of the public standing between you.

you tightened your grip on the handle of the suitcase you been tugging along, every muscle tensing against the prospect of facing him, but you still couldn't walk on, couldn't away from him and everything that had been. the decision you'd made and your supposed unwavering justification for it melted as deftly as an ice cube under the brilliant sun that was his gaze, his mere presence amidst the dull, blurry, faceless population.

you'd thought he'd be better without you, that sooner or later, he'd find someone who he actually loved, who would be worthy of that perfect all encompassing adoration he showered on you every single day, from the moment you woke at his side to when you fell asleep in his arms once more.

surely this was better for both of you. surely he would understand. surely you would get over him...

but the more your heart kept you rooted where you stood, watching him through a rising flood of hot, stinging tears as he got closer and closer to you, his own eyes bright and sparkling with heartbreaking care, the less your assurance held ground.

and then there he was, crashing into you and pulling you right against him, strong arms so secure around you, chest heaving as he panted, relief pushing his hot breath over the skin of your neck, his burning cheek pressed against yours so firmly you could feel how his own lifted as he smiled...

your breath caught in your throat, now too tight and dry to swallow; your grip on your suitcase finally giving way as your palms became slick with sweat... and his own hands kept you close...

"please... p-please... don't leave me... i beg you..." he panted. was he trembling?

your heart skipped against his chest, this familiar intoxicating warmth drawing up every single moment you had shared with him, every laugh, every whisper, every secret kiss, every promise of forever...

"......w..why?" you finally managed to choke. "why m-me of of all... possible people?"

he pulled back just enough to gaze into your eyes, so softly that in an instant, you could already see the answer stamped on his soul, could hear it before the three words escaped his lips...

/dont say it. please say it. dont say it. please say it. dont say it. please... please say it/

you could've walked away then before that spell was cast, but you didnt want to. you wanted to stay... truly, you wanted to fall again, and so, as your tears finally slid down your cheek and he caught them on his thumb, you let him answer, admitting to yourself now that this was truly what you wanted more than life itself...

he held your cheek in his warm palm, caressing your face with his thumb and leaned in so his lush and full lips grazed yours ever so slightly, just enough to make you shiver with agonizing anticipation...

and in that breathless moment, he whispered...

"...i love you..."

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Will papyrus ever be included in the storyline, maybe sans opening up to him about it, or he gets suspicious about sans's behavior and corners him or something?

Aaaand are there any prominent side characters that we'll see?

Papyrus notices that his brother has been leaving the house more, and at first, hes overjoyed! Sans was finally leaving the house! But, he realised after a while, that he always dodged the question as to where he was going. (Sans, being the secretive little fuck that he is, refuses to tell anyone about the ghosts.) Worried, Papyrus follows him one day, only to find him walking al the way to the park. And then he just stops, and starts talking to air.

Papyrus is CONCERNED (tm,) and goes back home to wait for Sans to come home. It takes him HOURS to come back, (he visits everyone he can,) and, when confronted, he once again try to avoid the questions.

Papyrus says he followed him, saw him talking to air, and was considering getting him professional help, his depression had been bad before, and if he was starting to see things now as well...

Sans is forced to tell the truth.

And he does. For the next few hours they sit and talk about the ghosts. Papyrus want to believe him, really, he does! But he cant help but still be worried, so says takes his phone out and googles "Nightmare - Prince" and shows him the results. He then goes through the lot of them, showing death reports, news articles, anything that appears really, and Papyrus finally believes him.

From then on, he insists Sans takes something for them every time he visits, and often makes them food to give (more often that not, its spaghetti,) and asks how they're doing. Sometimes, they go and Sans acts as a medium, for them, so Papyrus and the ghosts can talk directly.

Killer and Dream especially take a liking to him, while Dust is pretty scared of him (he looks way to much like his won brother its actually scary,) and always ask how he is when Sans comes without him.

Side characters.. It depends what you mean by that.

Every Sans you could ever want can exist here, they just might not haunt the town,

(i got lazy when drawing here, so its just a messy sketch but yk)

(Red - shot, epic - shrapnel, Fresh - car crash, Outer - fell)

Alternatively, most of the ghosts had family members, most of them had a Papyrus look alike, (Papyrus isn't reincarnated here, but every Sans deserves a Papyrus, even fate believes it so)

(Nim (Dream and Nightmares mother, Queen), Phantom (Dusts brother,) Horror had lots of siblings, ect...)

Buuut, while many of the original Undertale cast have been spread out throughout the years, Toriel, Chara and Frisk are all based in the present time.

Toriel, after the death of her son, adopts two kids, twins, who were considered "difficult" children, (really there were disabled, but why would they care about that, - Chara has some mental issues, and Frist is mute and has sight problems.) They're lovely kids , and they visit quite regularly, typically with their mother. Sans was named their Godfather (Papyrus was considered, but he told them Sans was a better choice, ) because Toriel knew he'd love them.

Sans and Toriel met at a comedy gig, both preforming on the same day, and became friends instantly over their shared love of stupid puns. (They're not together, this universe has no canonical relationships, everyting's platonic here, but ships are totally allowed and welcome if you wanted lol.)

Holy moly, that was a lot of work lmao, would you believe it, i dont think ive ever actually drawn Papyrus before? I have no idea why, just havent, ill have to do more so in the future cus hes fun.

Ive also never tried to draw anyone from the angle Sans is at in the first drawing, think it looks fine as long as you ignore the feet lol.

No, i didnt get lazy drawing the ghost in the first, it was a stylistic choice! /j /sarcasm, also, Hi, im Whisp, i hate backgrounds!)

Please excuse me attempt at drawing a wimple for Nim and the tricorned hat for Phantom, they're very difficult!

All of Horrors siblings there don't have names, they were just designed on the spot really, so if anyone has and names for them, ill take them on board!

But hope it all looks okay, this is all full of firsts lol. Have a lovely day everyone! :)