#immediately starts back tracking. i dont trust like that.

[super-done-dead]

so much

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hello, if it's alright, could I request a Toby, Slenderman, EJ, and Jane the Killer x reader (separately) in which the reader (in most cases) doesn't know that they're injured until they look down at the injury? Not exactly to the extent of cipa, but more like they don't feel the pain or even notice it until they look down and see the injury.

If not that's ok too. Either way, have a good day!

Various crps x injured!reader who doesnt realize theyre injured

idk if theres a term for it but this happens to me sometimes </3 the amount of times id randomly find bruises or cuts and start feeling the pain as soon as a acknowledge the injury hisshiss characters: ticci toby, slenderman, jane the killer, eyeless jack notes: reader is gn cws: mentions of injuries

SLENDERMAN

he almost has a sixth sense when it comes to you, so its likely that he knows youre hurt before you do... though to be fair, with how long it takes you to notice that isnt... very impressive/lh

he does not wait for you to actually notice the damage, he goes into caregiver mode- taking you to clean the wound if its open and wrapping it if needed

does not have any answers for why you dont notice the pain at first but thats mostly because hes not skilled or educated in that sort of thing- you can only learn so much by observing others from far away and living in the woods

TICCI TOBY

you both passively lean into one another to keep track of the others wounds; you dont notice yours for a while, and neither does toby- though your scenarios arent exactly the same, you help each other take care of any nasty wounds that could get nastier if left untreated

in a way he finds himself relating to you on some level, because even temporarily you dont feel pain- you both may end up talking about your experiences

that being said, the two of you may not take cuts and bruises as seriously as you should because "well i can still function/i didnt notice the pain before- so its fine!" mentality, its... not the best way to go about things...

EYELESS JACK

headcanon that he was into medical stuff before getting all goopy and cannibalistic, so even if he doesnt immediately know whats going on he can cook up some theories-

that being said hes going to get onto you for leaving wounds uncleaned and uncovered, and will make it a habit to check over you every now and then to make sure youre not hurt... looks in places that are hard to look (back, neck, stuff like that)

always keeps a pack of Band-Aids/bandages on him at all times for general use, keeps other stuff at his place for worse injuries- disinfectants and needles to stich things up- hopefully it wont ever have to come to that, though

JANE THE KILLER

if youre the type to joke about your wounds to make the atmosphere lighter, its not going to work on jane... not because shes worried (okay... she is....) but because shes just.. not amused by that sort of humor

like jack, shes going to be stern and make sure youre taking better care of yourself and taking the time to look over yourself, as well as teaching you basic first aid if you've decided to skip over that

does not try to control you, shes not going to stop you from getting into a fight or doing something a little risky (within reason, if the situation seems too.. intense... itd be different), because even despite your little... situation... she has enough trust in you not to get mortally wounded

[fountainfever]

Dont know if you did smth like this but imagine reader comming to konig with one of their dark romance novels and ask him to chase them through the woods with his hood on and then breed the sh¡t out of reader 🩷🥹

Hiii thanks for the request i hope you like this :))

Triggers: forest sex, no protection, creampie, dom!konig, and a bit of fluff

Walking up to Konig while while hes sitting on the couch reading the news paper and handing him your book while trying to hide your face which is red from embarrassment. Konig looks at you confused as you hand him the book, he reads the ENTIRE page and looks up to you while laughing and asked what are your trying to say and you tell him that you want to re-create that scene with him. He looks up at me with a mischievous look “run” i looked at a bit shocked before i smiled and took off to the woods behind our little cabin..i ran feeling the wind in my face. I tried to make this hard for konig by running in zigzags and covering my track. I was kept running and almost ran into a couple trees, i saw a really huge tree and ran towards it but i started getting distracted by my thoughts. Thinking about what konig would do when he caught me.. i butterflies just thinking about what konig would do to me i repeated to myself. i wasn’t able to think long before i was tackled to the forest floor. At first i was worried as i didn’t here footsteps as i was running but then i looked up and saw konig balaclava at first i was relieved but then i saw his heavy cock hanging low between his legs and I realized he only word his balaclava and boxers which had been quickly discarded. He started getting rid of my clothes in a speed id never seen him done before and i was left in my underwear. Konig started groping my boobs twisting at my nipples as i arched into him. He lifted his mask and started sucking my one of my nipples while trailing his hand down and into my underwear my hips bucked as I wasn’t expecting him to immediately st art abusing my clit. My moans were loud as he continued his attack on my clit, he pulled down my underwear all together. I don’t know when i ended up on my back but here i was a moaning whimpering mess under konig as he plunged his cock in and out of my poor pussy..i wanted to cum so bad i was aching for the orgasm, I trailed my hand down to rub at my clit which made konig grab my hand over my head while he trusted in..out…in..out. He would completely come out my pussy and plunge back in “ i need to cum” i moaned arching my back “beg for it,beg for your orgasm nasty slut” he groaned out i looked at him not even caring and i started begging him to let me cum”please let me cum..i need it p-please”. I said in between moans “fuckk” i heard konig grown as he leaned over me. I screamed of pleasure when my orgasm rolled over me. He started aggressively rubbing my clit so i could ride out my orgasm. My walls clamped around him and that was all it took for him to crash cumming inside me and coating my insides with his warm seed. He slumped down for a second his cock twitching in me as we both try to come down from our high together. He starts kissing my neck and moving my hair from my sweaty face as he told me how beautiful i am and that he enjoyed every bit. Konig showered me with love before he picked me up bridal style and walked us back to our secluded cabin.

[threepandas]

The Vod's List: Part 3

The Separatist Army tries invade the Techganic homeworld and DIES SCREAMING.

I... I am cackling like a broken laugh 'track, in a low Senatorial staff seating area. Pretty sure everyone thinks I've lost my chips. But... BUT THEY DON'T GET IT! It's so FUNNY!? Oh Bones and Blood! Oh karking STARS!!! Of all the kriffing PLANETS to PHYSICALLY INVADE with DROIDS!!!

DROIDS!

I am wheezing. Gasping for air. Slowly tipping out of my chair as I all but seize silently in spasms of sheer, incredulous, amusement. Oh Stars, I'm gonna die. My gut is on fire and I DONT CARE. Droids! Just... just DROPPED UM right into the capitals like "here ya go! Surrender flesh bags!"

Pfffahahahahaha!

I finally slip, only for a gloved hand to catch my shoulder gently, keeping me from crashing to the floor. A calculated step and lift, brings my shoulder to brace against the side of familiar armor. A guard. I manage to glance up through my incoherent laughing fit. I know that armor!

"Fox!" I grin, glad I am starting to be able to tell the gaurds apart. It always felt rude to have to keep asking their names, even when I by all rights SHOULD already know them. "Good morning."

"Ma'am." He nods. I still don't get why people think they're 'emotionless'. Even through the voicecoder, his voice is warm. "Funny joke?"

"The Separatists invaded my planet." I laugh. At his questioning head tilt, I grin MEANLY from behind my mask. "Remember how we met? And you got infected? EVERYONE on my planet is some version of carrier, either Organic or Technological. Depending on where those droids land? They are either FOOD or free scrap metal. The Collective will EAT them. And folks back home?"

I glanced around, trying to find the room's cameras. Fox casually pointed before stepping between it's line of sight and me. Kriff he was so cool. I grabbed one of the old datapads I was supposed to dump in the recycler after my break. No one would miss if I threw one in the biohazard shoot instead... probably.

I turned it on. Showing it worked. A perfectly functioning, if old, datapad. Then? I listened to that old, old, OLD instinct in the back of my head that karking HATED technology. That honestly would be happier living in a stone shack on a distant moon, surrounded by growth. That could, at a glance, pick apart any given peice of technology's weak points.

Not to slice it. Or IMPROVE it. But to BREAK it. Irreparably.

My eyes found the weak point in the screen almost immediately. A point where fingers had worn it thin. Smack! I cracked it against the table, like an animal trying to open trying to open a nut. It cracked. And that was all I needed. All ANY of us would ever need, really.

Just One Little Crack.

I pulled off my mask, knowing my face was probably doing that... THING. That "super intent Murder Hunter" thing that we all do, when our instincts engage. But I wanted to show Fox. I trusted him. So I flexed my jaw and thought of the lift, of how me met, the STRESS. Just enough to get a bit of drool.

Then... I let it drop onto the screen.

The reaction, was of course, IMMEDIATE.

The datapad hissed and squealed, screen glitching violently. I carefully put it down, familiar with what was about to happen. Fox... was not. He watched. Frozen. Entranced. As the datapad burned and melted from within. Was CONSUMED. As my nanites wrecked hell in their final moments before dying, no longer supported by my body. Some of course, simply falling dormant.

Those were the lethal ones. The trap for future Collective members trying to reclaim tech. It's why all infected materials had to be treated as a biohazard. Those nanites stayed viable for upwards of a century AT LEAST. Several, in the right condition.

So droids? Ha! We were BIOENGINEERED to fight "droids"! We WERE the original GAR. What was that Human saying? "Nothing new in the Galaxy?" That.

Fox was taking even, measured, breaths. Clenching and unclenching his hand. His voice sounded... strained, as he agreed. That, yes. We WERE very, VERY alike. And that that was FASCINATING. Could his spit do that now too?

I... didn't know. Huh.

I blinked. First up at him. Then down at the 'pad. I hadn't considered that. Kriff. Well THAT was irresponsible of me. Yeah, yeah we should probably schedule some Techganic 101 lessons, shouldn't we? Since... you know, assuming you SURVIVE infection and first "heal"? It's kinda a one and done sort of thing.

You can't get... double infected? It very much IS a you ARE or you AREN'T a carrier. And even THEN... one of two kinds, which CAN NOT peacefully coexist.

Plus... since it's adapted to the Guards biology, a spread would be SUPER easy?

.........I..... I SHOULD tell someone.

But what would happen to Fox? I'm not blind. People aren't exactly... KIND to Clones. Would they decide its just easier to get rid of him? My gut say probably. Experience says likely. I've barely even STARTED working at the Senate and... well...

Maybe I should keep my mouth shut. WE should keep our mouth shut.

"This time, I'll be the one looking out for YOU, kay Fox?"

"Of course. I'll leave my self in your capable hands. I have no doubt... I'll learn A LOT."

There is something intent about the way he stands, the way he's bracketing me into my chair. The almost soft, warm but cloying quality to his voice. Like he's trying not to make it obvious he's handling me. Like I'm some import dignitary he wants to avoid upsetting. But one he LIKES. It's strange... I'm certain I'm missing something...

At least I have plenty of other Guards around to ask.

[cemoras27-but-writing-this-time]

Red's Robin. pt 1.

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2, hi I finished the first chapter :), spent way too long on it but Im happy at how it came out and fully intend on making more

@faeriekit since you were apart of that little conversation I assume you wanted to be tagged to, sorry if not!

Also the formatting may be off at the end, typing like texting is hard! I dont know how humans type other than me! And I've seen Tim typing like he doesn't know how to spell in fics before!

I hope you all Have a Great Day!!

Ao3:(to be added)

Tim sighs as he looks at his window sill. The small orange and gray bird that had perched on it stared at him through the closed window. Almost like it was asking him to let it in. But that's crazy! It's just a little bird, it probably just thinks he’ll feed it and that's why it's looking at him. But he’s not Damian and won’t adopt a wild animal the second he sees it.

It pecks at the window, and stares. Again it pecks.

Tap, tap, tap. It continues as if it's knocking. Tim turns back to his laptop, the Riddler is out of Arkham and has been suspiciously quiet. 

Tap, tap, tap. Tim doesn’t look. Tap, tap, pause. Taptaptaptap taptap tap. The noise doesn’t stop. Tim swings around and closes the curtains. And the noise persists, until it pauses. Breathing out a sigh Tim can finally make some progre-

BANG. The window shakes.

‘Did… did it just fly into the window? Can’t birds die like that?’ Tim peeks around the curtain to see the small robin-like bird shaking its head and turn to fly off. Only for it to slam body first into the window again. It takes a moment before it flies off. Tim opens the curtains and sees it quickly flying towards the closed reinforced window. He's able to open the window before it can kill itself and it rams into his chest instead. Which painfully sends him careening back onto his chair.

‘Ouch… it hits harder than expected…’ He looked down at the small bird that had moved down onto his lap, now that it's closer he notices that he has never seen a bird- robin(?) like this one. Its body is a light bluish-gray and slender with an orange head with little yellow markings next to its eyes, with tiny black legs with three talons. It stood barely a foot tall and its tail had odd white markings that vaguely resembled an arrow fletch. 

The bird adjusted itself and opened its wings, showing a white underwing, and flapped them until it was hovering next to Tim’s face. Small black eyes stare into blue.

“‘Chling!” it chirped and swooped up to land on his head, where it immediately started to peck at his hair. ‘Is it preening me? I thought birds need to trust a person to do that,’ Tim thought, his hair getting thrown into his eyes.

“Hey, stop that. Get off!” he gently batted at the bird trying to dislodge it from its roosting place, getting a stern peck in return. He looks at his laptop. He could just keep working but the bird would be a distraction. Damian might look at the bird, he had more information about animals than Tim did. But did he want to talk to Damian? Not really. He really needed to continue to track the Riddler, he's too much of a threat to be left unattende-

His stomach growls. The bird’s stomach growls. In a weird serenade the organs announce their mutual hunger. 

‘When was the last time I ate? When did the bird eat last?’ Tim thought, overwhelming hunger tearing at his abdomen and dizziness makes itself known. Ok snack then he can look into the bird and hopefully find the Riddler. His minifridge is empty, he knows that but still checks it -yep still empty, so he has to go to the kitchen. He grabs his phone from his desk and checks it.

9:49 -  Friday, June 2 - 26% battery

He still has about an hour and a half until he needs to get ready for patrol. He closes his bedroom door behind him quietly and pulls up the search bar.

‘What do robins eat?’

He's walking down the stairs, the search engine shows several articles, mostly about the most recent spotting of Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin outside Batburger with pictures showing the three with the fast food bags. Cass was there too but nobody saw her.

He adds bird to the search

‘Mealworms, insects, and berries. Steph ate the last of the strawberries.’ Tim reaches the Kitchen, thankfully no one is in there. The bird finally flutters off of his head and onto the kitchen island and starts hopping around. There’s no other ‘berry’ fitting fruits either. “Sorry little guy, I don't think we have anything you're interested in. Alfie would kill us if we brought any bugs in.” He speaks to the room and grabs his preferred snack, an Alfred made orange-cranberry muffin, and turns to the island. 

The bird is pecking at the banana stand. Tim had forgotten about the bananas, Alfred only gets them to brown for banana bread. Everyone besides Dick hates the texture, and the rest of the kitchen is always stocked with something else to eat.

“Oh I guess there is something.” he sets his muffin down and rips one off the bunch and peels it as far as he’s willing. He wipes his hand against his pants and continues with his muffin. 

The bird hops onto the yellow fruit and sticks its beak into the soft insides. And they eat quietly together. Tim watches as the bird snips the sides of the peel to open it up more. He pulls up the camera app on his phone and takes a picture of it when it lifts its head up. He then goes to google. 

‘Orange and gray bird’

‘Orange and blue gray bird’

‘Robin species’

‘Robin BIRD species’

‘Small birds species’

‘Thrush bird species’

‘Finch species’

‘Bird with orange heads and gray bodies;

‘Birds with white underwings and orange heads’

‘Birds with white stripes on tail with orange heads’

Nothing he searches comes close to the bird in front of him. He sighs and pulls up his messages, and throws away the muffin wrapper.

Demon Child:

lol lokat tis thig

Would you type properly, Drake?

no u

[Image of fletchling]

Unlike you Drake I do type properly.

What kind of avian is that? I do not recognize it.

Idk im ak u

Drake is that our kitchen? Did you let a wild animal into our home?

It was hungy 🥺

Aldo no one eafs the babfas anyway

I am aware of our family’s dislike of bananas Drake.

That does not excuse nor explains why there is a wild animal in our kitchen!

It wan ted insid

Kept hittting my windo

What did you use as bait?

My Good Looks

Drake.

IDK man

It jst wanted in

I think it’s hurt

Didn want you bothefing B over a ded borb outdid

So i open d the window

An it flewa in and won t leab

I won’t be able to look it over until I get home.

And that will not be for another hour. Keep it inside. I will look at it before I go with Father for patrol.

K

At this point the bird had finished with it’s snack and Tim had thrown away it’s peel. It perched on his shoulder looking at his messages to Damian. Tim took another picture of the bird on his shoulder and sent it to Damian and went back to his room. 

If anything, the bird seemed to like him, and he could use that to annoy Damian until he got home.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Bill Sykes x Fem!AFAB!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: You convince Daddy Mafia Boss to take a uhhh... 'swim' with you 🩱

Warnings: Smut. Pool sex (private inside pool). Use of 'daddy'. Sykes has some body issues and doesn't believe you when you say he's hot as fuck. Little bit of degradation. Unedited.

"I didn't know you had a pool!"

Goddamnit. As soon as Y/N's form comes back into the hallway where Sykes was waiting for her groaning about her discovery he feels the dread begin to build. He was hoping she'd never notice, quite honestly.

Nevertheless he gives a chuckle, shaking his head and taking his new lovers hand when she scoops his up in hers again; returning to his side. "Yeah. Well, let's keep going. Get your ice cream from the kitchen- "

When Sykes tries to keep on going and show you to the kitchen, the reason he was away from his desk in the first place (you couldn't find your way around his mansion on your own, yet. And he couldn't deny you.), you stop in your tracks and halt you both. When he looks back, you give a pout. "Come on- let's take a swim!"

"Baby... I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" You ask, totally oblivious to any possible reason- which makes sense, he supposes. You dont got nothin' to worry about... not with a body like that. While you continue to make your proposition, you begin to unbutton your top. "We're alone, daddy, and I got you away from your work already... why don't we take advantage of that?"

"We can do that in the bedroom, sweetheart."

"Yeah... but this is a pool!" You insist, a smile slipping across your face that just kills hkm- you're too damn pretty. How's he supposed to tell you you cant have something you want?? Jesus fucking christ- "It'll be so fun. Trust me- come on! Please? I promise, I'll make it worth your while~ "

... fuck.

~

Your little hands undress yourself one article at a time inside the pool room, light from the water flickering across your perfect body, then turn on him: your eyes laving over him with a little satisfied smirk on your lips. "... your turn, big daddy."

"Heh heh," Bill raises his h u g e hands up in surrender. "No, I don't think so princess. I'll just sit back here and watch you have fun."

"I can't have fun without you, daddy!" You insist, stepping up to him and gently smoothing your hands up his broad chest towards his tie before he can back up towards a chair. "I need you... "

When you turn those soft, begging eyes up on him he breaks; sighing heavily with a frustrated look in his face. "Fine... "

"Yay!"

Before he can change his mind, you get to work removing his clothes. You start with his tie, then unbutton his shirt revealing a thin white undershirt. With greedy hands and a cheeky grin, you feel up his chest and his tummy, spreading your hands in under his blazer and button-up around his sides... feeling he's so warm and so soft... you give a sigh. "Damn, daddy, you're something... "

He grunts back, not even watching you; not seeing the lusty greedy horny look on your face. He's looking away, seemingly aloof except for his tight and pent-up muscles givong him away, wishing he had a cigarette more then anything.

You continue on after a good few moments feeling your meaty, perfect daddy mafia boss. After slipping the blazer and the button-up up off his boulder-shoulders, you pull up his under shirt until you can't reach anymore, and have him lift it off himself the rest of the way. Immediately you give a big grin, finally having him shirtless for the first time since you started your relationship 2 months ago. "Ah! You're so hot!"

This time he just rolls his eyes. You're real cute, even your lies.

Now his pants. Your delighted grin turns into a pervy smirk, flicking his button undone and pushing the waistband down over his hips until he can simple step out of them. Then, well, you can't help yourself, you trace your knuckles over the clear and heavy outline of his thick monster cock. You can't wait to have it inside you!...

"Okay, almost done, gorgeous... " Your eyes glide up over his body to Bill's face looking partly annoyed, partly aroused. Mostly Impatient at your teasing. "Is that thing heated?" You ask with a thumb pointed behind you towards the pool.

"'Course it is."

~

10 minutes later you're in the pool with your back against the edge, kissing slowly, your legs wrapped around Bill's thick hips and his cock throbbing against your core and your stomach. Every time you move your hips, giving the occasional gentle grind against him as your tongue works in his mouth, it sends a delicious spark of pleasure through you both. Your perfect little pussy felt beautiful against his cock- even if you were a pushy little liar, you sure made it worth his while. There was a reason he kept you around here. While you were here, he'd never need any other cunt.

The heated water, up to both your stomachs fills up every dent and crevice in your bodies, but nothing like Bill's cock when he finally thrusts it into you- making you gasp and forcing you to open up your mouth wider so he can take control of the kiss. A moan slips out of you then, and after that it's all you can do; take his cock and moan like a little sugar baby slut.

For a while that's how it goes on, Bill fucks you against the edge of the pool and its all you can do to follow the motions and keep your legs tight around him; keep him in close, keep him in deep.

"Thaats it,.. " He mutters huskily, encouraging you. "Good girl, baby, good girl."

As you get closer to your orgasm you get dirtier, more obsessed, more in love with him. You move forward against him and your lips glide over his chest while your hands touch all over his body; love handles and rolls are your favourite. When you squeeze his sides, Bill gives a groan, snaps, and starts pounding into you much harder so you cant touch him anymore; just lean back against the wall and take it. "Ah- "

"Fucken hell, Princess." Bill swears, his towering form bent over your body so he can speak directly into your ear. "Do you know what you're doin' to me???"

"I- I- I- " You can't respond, he's pounding you against the side of the pool too good, stretching you open so wide; water splashing over the edge and into the grates.

"No," He answers for you as your ties curl behind his back the fucking is so good. "No, ya don't. You're just a dumb little whore, right?"

"... yesss... " You whisper amid your moaning, rolling your hips against Bill's in responce to his fucking.

With that you come undone, squeezing his hips like a vice between your legs and his cock in your cunt, and leaning up to kiss him deeply again. As you ride out your orgasm, bouncing on his stiff cock, Bill comes as well- making you smirk into his mouth.

~

"Heheh," Bill chuckles that sinister chuckle of his with a shake of his head, about 10 minutes later when you've both gotten out and are towelling off/getting dressed. "Princess, that was something. You're a pretty good little actress- I almost fell for that crap."

"Wh- what crap??" You asked, tucking the end of your towel into the top so it stayed around you while you towel dried your hair with another. With the second towel on your head, you look baffled at your lover.

???

"You liking my body." Sykes tells you, simply. Overturning your entire world with his careless grin. "Thanks for pretending by the way sweetheart, I appreciated it."

"I- I wasn't pretending!"

"... uhuh."

"Bill, I- you're- you're hot."

"Enough."

"Bill."

He wants to sound stern?? You can sound stern, too. Levelling him with your eyes, you lower the towel backwards from your head like a hood, and raise a brow. "Do I have to fuck you again til you believe me??"

[kestisvrse]

headcanon collection: dating cam cameron

♫ - new romantics by taylor swift

(slightly suggestive at the end?)

· belly or jere introduced the two of you

· instantly drawn to each other (or atleast he is to you.)

· even if you were a party person, if he ever was at the same one as you you found yourself escaping to a quiet place with him

· if you were in the same school i imagine him always leaving little notes in your bag or locker

“you look pretty :)”

“i like that colour on you”

“hang out after school? □ yes □ no”

· study buddy, also how you got to know him better and what led him to even asking you out

· he loves when you talk about your interests, he just stares in awe and nods as you speak

· he goes over to your house one day while you were baking cookies and that just becomes your guys thing, always baking together

· meaning cliche movie flour fights, all. the. time

“we need to start keeping track of the winners”

· STARGAZING.

· like i swear if the skies are clear he is asking you to go on a walk or drive to look at the stars

· as you get closer and he gets a bit more confident he definitely gets touchier

· he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so its always subtle

· shoulders pressed together, knees hitting or your fingers interlocking

· you’re cold? he will give you his hoodie

· if he doesn’t have one on him he will immediately go and buy one it doesnt even matter

· i dont see him owning many hoodies, but he definitely owns less when he starts dating you because he keeps giving them to you

· having them returned to him awhile later because they ‘lost their smell’

· he will fall asleep if your hands touch his hair in the SLIGHTEST

· ok exaggeration but seriously playing with his hair is actually his favourite thing ever trust

· not big on nicknames but would probably drop an occasional “babe”, “angel” or “sweetheart”

· but saying that, he loves when you call him nicknames, like will melt at anything you call him

· so if you had asked to call you a nickname he definitely would do it more often

· not big on pda, minimum he has to be standing next to you, holding your hand or resting his hand on your back, he’ll place a quick kiss to your lips or forehead but not often

· he makes up for it when you’re alone, taking every opportunity to show you how much you mean to him

· for some reason i just imagine like, your first kiss being underwater

· like you’re both pushed into the pool and while under the water just say fuck it and lean it

· even if people are around, it’s just so in the moment

· as much as he loves staying in, cuddling and watching a movie, he LOVES taking you out on dates

· it doesn’t have to be public, he likes bike rides or picnics, scenic things he gets to experience with you

· makes you playlists

· like he doesnt just update one, he’ll make a new one every few months, or ones for certain moods

· you’re sad and he can’t be there? he makes you a playlist of songs so you can think of him and hopefully feel better

· the BEST at comforting

· he’ll listen and only give advice if you want it, or even if you don’t want to talk he is there rubbing your back or tracing shapes on your hand to calm you down

· he like is definitely secretly easily jealous

· like you would never be able to tell if he was, and he would never tell you

· unless it’s someone like, touching you or obviously flirting with you, he will immediately have his arm around you hoping they will get the hint

· but usually he hates getting jealous, especially if its just a friend or he is misreading it

· so he stays silent because he trusts you and know you wouldn’t talk to or encourage anyone trying to get with you

· even while dating he still does the note thing, this time scattering them around your room, in your draws, placing them so you could keep finding them for months

· definitely has a million photos of you, and has a problem with printing them off and putting them everywhere around his room

· he’s absolutely WHIPPED for you

· he loves putting his hands under your shirt onto your waist, feeling how warm you are as you blush

· nose kisses.

· i don’t think hickies happen a lot

· like he loves kissing your neck but he never leaves a mark

· but occasionally slip ups happen, and he’ll feel so bad but you don’t even care, because it shows everybody that you’re taken

· i don’t think he would be a huge fan of you kissing his neck

· probably tickleish so he ends up squirming and giggling

· he likes when you kiss his face though, it doesn’t matter where, he just loves it.

[gilded-garnet]

He Doesn't Even Know You

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

WC: ~ 2K / Warnings: None

Summary: MC had a boyfriend, and Sebastian was miserable. What made it worse was the fact that he had unwittingly made it happen in the first place.

It had started when his fellow Slytherin, a seventh year boy by the name of Avery, had benignly asked him if he knew what MC's favourite flower was. Avery had claimed he simply wanted to give a gift to the 'Hero of Hogwarts' as a thank you for saving the school during their previous year.

In hindsight, Sebastian couldn't quite believe how naive he'd been, not thinking to question this rather flimsy motive. He had answered truthfully, not thinking of the possible consequences.

Unfortunately, his advice had rapidly led to the development of an actual relationship between the two. A relationship in which Sebastian now found himself an unwilling participant.

Avery had started coming to him for everything, wanting to extract any piece of information he could in order to dazzle MC. With each passing request, Sebastian became increasingly tempted to tell the guy to get lost and learn how to impress a girl on his own. However, just one glance at MC's delighted face whenever she received a box of her favourite chocolates or an item of jewellery with her favourite gemstone, meant that Sebastian couldn't find it in himself to stop helping the useless dolt.

Just half a year more and he'll be gone, he told himself. He could cope for that long, couldn't he, for her sake? It turned out he vastly overestimated his own level of tolerance.

"Oh, it was amazing, Sebastian!" She gushed to him between classes. "Just the other day, he took me to this spot overlooking the hills and river. It was simply divine."

She sighed dreamily in a way that made Sebastian's insides curl. He already knew it was amazing. After all, he was the one who had found the spot in the first place and suggested it to the fool. As if that insufferable moon mind could think up anything like that on his own.

He didn't trust himself to speak with an acceptable level of enthusiasm, so simply grit his teeth and nodded. She picked up on his foul mood immediately, reaching out to grab his arm and stop him in his tracks, a small frown on her face.

"Look, Sebastian, I know you don't particularly like him, but would it kill you to at least pretend to be happy for me?" She asked.

Oh, if only she knew what he was doing to make sure she was happy, he thought bitterly.

"I'm not sure it matters what I think of him; I'm not the one dating him," he replied, trying to keep his voice level and tone dismissive.

Her frown deepened. "You're my best friend. Of course your opinion matters to me," she insisted.

The rational part of his mind knew he should leave the conversation there, but Sebastian had always had a flair for confrontation.

"Fine. I'll tell you what I think," he stated, crossing his arms in frustration. "I dont think he's right for you."

"Why?" She asked, still calm for now.

"Because he doesn't know a damn thing about you, MC!" He snapped, unable to hold it in any longer.

Her eyebrows rose in confusion, "That's ridiculous, he knows lots about me."

Sebastian couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Like your favourite chocolates, lessons, and flower? You think he just guessed all that information? Come on MC, you're smarter than that," he scoffed.

"He just listens to me," she insisted, cheeks turning pink in indignation.

"He doesn't," he replied, flatly.

"And how would you know?" She demanded, incensed.

"Because he's been coming to me since the start for advice on how to woo you. Hell, he only took you to that spot the other day because I suggested it to him!" Sebastian fumed.

Despite his anger, he found immense relief in the admittance, like the ball and chain that had been dragging at his heels for months had finally fallen away, leaving him feeling lighter. That is, until he saw MC's bottom lip quivering, which quickly brought him crashing back down to earth.

"You can be really cruel sometimes, Sebastian," she said, her voice shaking with emotion.

He blinked dumbly, taken by surprise. "What?"

"Just because you're jealous, doesn't mean you can make up stuff like that," she snapped, her eyes brimming with tears. She turned on her heel and sped away, books clutched tightly to her chest.

He was gobsmacked. First, at her thinking he was lying about the whole thing, and second, that she thought he was lying because he was jealous.

He suddenly had the overriding urge to set something on fire, so decided to skip Ancient Runes altogether in favour of venting his rage at a training dummy in the Undercroft, all the while picturing it wearing Avery's face.

----

That evening, Avery cornered him in the Slytherin common room as he made his way to bed. He'd ended up 'practicing' in the Undercroft for hours, and now felt completely drained of energy.

"Sebastian, just the man I wanted to see. MC's in a right foul mood; you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? Anything I can do to help calm her down?" Avery asked, concerned.

"She's your girlfriend - figure it out," Sebastian snarled, thinking that Avery was very lucky he could barely raise his wand arm. He barged him roughly aside with his shoulder so he could walk up the stairs to his dorm, ignoring Avery's spluttered protest.

Ominis was already there, sitting on his bed with his legs crossed at the ankle, a book on his lap. "Our mutual friend isn't too happy with you," he stated.

Sebastian only grunted in response, kicking off his boots and falling face-first into the pillow on his own bed, wrapping his arms around it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Ominis probed, his voice teasing.

"No."

"Ok."

The silence lasted all of one minute before Sebastian huffed loudly, turning onto his side to face his friend.

"I told MC the truth about Avery. She accused me of making up the fact that I am the sole reason that she and him are together. Then, she said that I was jealous and that's the reason I made it up!" Sebastian disclosed, exasperated.

"And are you?" Ominis asked.

"Am I what?"

"Jealous."

Sebastian scoffed. "I'm not jealous, Ominis. It's more like I'm sick to death of him taking all the credit for my ideas." Sebastian groused, frowning.

"Alright," Ominis said a little too lightly.

"What does that mean?" Sebastian demanded.

"I just said 'alright'," Ominis remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but it was the way you said it."

Ominis huffed in frustration. "Sebastian, I am not going to tell you how you do or do not feel. What I will tell you is that I can understand why she might be upset with you when you basically told her that her entire relationship is a lie."

Sebastian groaned. "I didn't mean for it to go on for this long. I've been meaning to tell Avery to piss off for ages, but she just looked so happy and I couldn't..." he trailed off miserably.

"Give her time, she'll come around eventually. She always seems to when it comes to you," Ominis assured.

"She isn't the only one," Sebastian teased, chuckling when Ominis shot him an irritated look. Goading his oldest friend was one of Sebastian's favourite pastimes.

"Oh please. If anything, you're the one who always ends up crawling back to me. Now, shut up and go to bed, I've had enough of your moping for one day."

---

It had been a whole month and she still hadn't spoken to him. More tragically, she and that useless waste of space were still together, even without his input. The thought left him feeling rather cold, and he felt his mood deteriorating further which each passing day. When he would try and catch her eye during class she would look away, and tracking her down outside of the classroom proved an impossible task. Merlin knows what that girl got up to in her spare time.

At one point, he'd even considered sending her an owl to beg for forgiveness. He had gotten halfway through writing a confession that he had indeed been lying about the whole thing, before he scrunched it into a ball and threw it unceremoniously into the fire. He couldn't bring himself to actually lie about it; it left too sour a taste in his mouth.

The Undercroft had become a necessary retreat, and he frequented the room almost daily to work out his frustrations. He was halfway through casting a barrage of spells when he heard a voice behind him.

"Sebastian?"

He froze with his wand raised mid-cast, turning quickly to face her. Her eyes were red-rimmed and slightly bloodshot, like she had been crying recently. It made his heart clench.

"I'm sorry for calling you a liar," she said. "I - I've realised that... that you were right. Avery and I don't have much in common after all. I ended it with him today."

"I'm sorry," he said, automatically.

She waved her hand dismissively. "I think I was just angry to find out that my entire relationship wasn't what I thought it was, you know? I really thought I'd found someone who truly understood me."

"I shouldn't have helped him for so long and kept it from you. I apologise," he said, truthfully.

She looked up at him then, gaze calculating. "Why did you help him?"

"Well, the first time was a total accident, to be honest. After that...I don't know. I guess I saw how happy you were and didn't want to be the one to ruin it." He laughed sardonically, rubbing the back of his neck, "though I guess I did that anyway, didn't I?"

"It's quite the habit of yours," she remarked, teasing, but it made him feel awful all the same.

"Yeah..."

She smiled softly at him, before crossing the floor and throwing her arms around his middle in a hug. He tensed, surprised, but soon wrapped his own arms around her, holding her close. Her hair smelled of lavender and he realised in that moment how desperately he'd missed the scent.

"I missed you," he murmered into her hair, gripping her a little tighter. The admittance made him feel a bit vulnerable.

"I missed you, too," she answered, the words becoming muffled by his shoulder.

After a long moment she regretfully pulled away. There was a twinkle in her eyes.

"I must say, I never took you for such a romantic, Sebastian. Some of those date and gift ideas were incredibly thoughtful of you," she remarked.

He could feel his face heating. "Oh, don't start. You talk my ear off all day every day; it was easy."

"Yes, but you listened."

"I care about you. It matters to me what you like and what makes you happy," he replied, surprised at his own candour.

Her eyes widened slightly, and he was now absolutely sure he must be blushing. He cleared his throat, the moment suddenly feeling too charged.

"Now, how about we both forget about that idiot and try and hex each other into oblivion. Care for a duel?" He challenged, twirling his wand between his fingers.

She laughed, and it was beautiful. "You always know what to say to cheer me up," she said, withdrawing her own wand from her pocket.

Seeing that smile directed at him once more made his heart beat faster and he felt his own lips turn up in response. Perhaps the rest of the year wouldn't be so unbearable, after all.

[incorrectcodmw2]

Tulips and blood

(A Call of Duty fiction, based on MW2. This chapter contains TF141)

Chapter one: The rookie

All I remembered is the pain that surrounded me from a rather young age. Always blamed, never understood, never good enoug. But mostly being alone, terrified, isolated for my own good. From my so-called parents and from the world. Maybe too well. Always quiet, seemingly fine.

It was a quiet day for Ghost; he was able to stay in the office, filling out paperwork that Price gave to him. As a lieurenant, it was his job too keep track of whag the base needs. Such as ammunition, explosives, and that kind of stuff.

His calmness was interrupted before 2pm, when a military truck arrived to the base. A batch of recruits, freshly out of training. Only one was able to be the newest member of Price's famous team, the Task Force 141.

That specific group was small, counting up to four ppl, not including the lucky one. The lieutenant quietly observed the twelve newcomers, examining everyone, even that one and only woman who arrived too; while Price and Gaz talked about the plans.

  While he heard other soldiers betting on when the rookies start complaining, when they'll drop out from the special training, even bets on weekly football too. All kind of betting; surely a light and friendly spirit. The LT supressed a smile under his mask; he had a good feeling about this batch of recruits.

  But only one person caught Ghost's eyes and it was the only woman amongst the recruits; not because she had a good physique, but she was a bit different. The way she carried herself, her moves seemed experienced to him, and if she moves like this, she surely hides something. How experienced she's in reality. Slowly of corse, so she wont be alarmed, but how he can investigate without getting caught by her? Oi, he can ask Price and observe the woman sometimes. The excercises didn't helped him much, Ghost was still deep in thoughts. He wanted to know the truth; he'll be more surprised, shocked, angered than he thought.

  His way led to Price's office, where he knocked kn the door then entered. The captain was a good, caring man beside being strict and hardworking. For a few moment, the two men looked each other, waiting for the other one to break the silence.

-Capt'n, we need to speak.

-I told you Ghost, no more missions for a week.

-It's not 'bout that.

-Then?

-'bout the recruits.

-D' you have a problem with them, or you have an idea.

-No, I have a request, Price.

-And that is?

-The only one female. She hides somethin' important... Hiding valuable informations is forbidden, Price

-I know. She requested it specifically. But I read it. You dont want to, trust me, Simon.

-Capt'n. I'll train the new member, I need to read their files.

-You can, but not hers. For your own sake, I'm tellin you.

  The lieutenant let out a sigh and glared at the man for a few moment then left the office, heading to the training grounds. He saw only professional and experienced, well thought out moves and reloads. Ghost just watched her and tried to understand why she acted like that and why was that linked to the only restricted file about the recruits.

-Yennefer! --Ghost shouted to get her attention, no need to say, she walked up to him immediately. Even thought the anxiety ate her away from the inside, she didn't showed it-- Come here.

-Yes, sir? What is it.

-When did you enlisted?

-When I was eighteen, in 2010.

-First enlist?

-In 2010.

-Thank you, Yennefer. You're dismissed, get some rest.

-Sir, the sergeant said we need to fire two mag away...

  Ghost let out a sigh and waited for her to finish and put the gun back to it's place. Once again, he saw that the woman knew what she does. Fourteen years of service. What happened under those years exactly, he wanted to know why she had that kind of request. What was her rank before, where does she served.

  Even later, at lunch, Ghost searched for her or any tiny bit of information crumble about her. This went on days, no particulary new information that was important. He started to get pissed off, but being patient finally paid off, since he noticed the woman sitting down to an empty table; the furthest table from the rest of the hall. Avoidance? He thought, or she might likes to be alone today. No, that can't be possible, he rarely saw her beside training and eating. He also knew that she never spoke unless she was asked. That was suspicious on it's own. Simon knew a bunch of reason why would ppl be this quiet, since he was one of them. The main reason was trauma. Then doubt and self esteem. Even the first reason had a bunch of possibility.

So he sat down at Yennefers table who were too anxious to do anything, so she just let him do whatever he wanted. The LT noticed this, the nervous twiching and looking around. He doesn't know why he expected her to speak; but when realisation hit him, disappointment was strong. Only for a moment. Ghost let out a sigh, thinking what he should ask without triggering more than he wants...

-So, Yennefer...how does that fourteen year was before 141?

-Uh... --she froze up, but somewhat relaxed, knowing that the Lt probably wants to know more about her. Not her injuries. But having severe social anxiety, a broken soul and an ill mind made her life much harder than intented-- it was hard. But I had better moments too.

Her voice was above a whisper, more likely it was a mumble. Ghost still wandered why doesn't she speaks louder. Or longer. More into depth and not only in a nutshell. There is no way that a woman like her speaks this as much as him, maybe even less; must have happened something with her at some point. But what? Something similar to his own past? Or something else? One thing he was sure, whatever she hides; for a good reason, he'll get to that bits by bits.

[jvsons]

hiiiii l was wondering of you can do a headcannon/fanfic? of jason todd where the reader is a homo magi (magic-wielding humans like zatanna) l just got back into dc and I'm too scared for my life to read jason todd fanfics 😭so maybe this headcannon/fanfic can encourage me to read more

I’VE GOT YOU, ALWAYS.

JASON TODD X GN! READER

— AO3 | MASTERLIST | EVENT

— WORD COUNT | 600

— WARNINGS | mentions/use of magic (?), arguing, panic attacks, mentions of jason’s past, mentions of injuries/trauma.

— SUMMARY | even the most hidden wounds can be healed.

— AUTHOR’S NOTE | hi!! i am SO sorry i took this long to write. i was totally not ignoring you, just caught up in life and whatnot. i hope you enjoy my take on your request and want to get more into DC!!

He’s hurt. Rough gashes dripping blood on concrete, arms flayed open and soaking through his suit. His expression is nothing more than neutral, staring blankly down at the unconscious bodies around him.

He opens his mouth to speak, but he sees you first.

You’re staring. Not at him, but at the blood pooling at his feet. Your eyes are pried open in shock, mouth slightly ajar as you watch it drip.

“Jason, your blood.” You stumble over your words, stepping forward to get a closer look. “You didn’t tell me that you’re…”

It clicks. He attempts to hide himself, but your hand is already on his shoulder, and he can feel your eyes studying, watching the gore that escapes him.

“It’s not important—“

“No, it’s very important.” You interrupt, subconsciously squeezing down on the shoulder that holds him. “Why didn’t you tell me that you had Lazarus in your blood?”

He snaps away from you, eyes sharp, squinting defensively.

“It’s not important.” He repeats, fully turning away from you. “Grab the burner so we can track it.”

You stand your ground. Jason should’ve expected that much of you. He turns around, looking down at you with a frustrated curve of his lips.

“What?”

“Jason.” You start, hands slowly leaving your sides. “I’ve dealt with your kind of blood before. It’s Lazarus tainted; I can fix it.”

Your attempt to reach out to him was immediately shunned, almost as if it was reflexive to him. He stands poised as if he’s facing a threat, yet his eyes reflect wide with fear, hands gently trembling.

“No… I dont— I don’t want,” His words jittered, traveling in a horrid vibrato. “I don’t want it inside of me.”

It’s instinct. The familiarity of you has nearly disappeared. Fear radiates from the core of his being; the smell clings to your senses. He must have contracted the Lazarus in a traumatic way. The thought makes your heart sink.

“You’re bleeding out.”

His hands race to cover the wounds grafting his skin. Another bad response.

“You know me, Jason. Only supernatural affairs.” You smile, lightly shaking your wrists. “It’ll heal your wounds, nothing else. I promise.”

You wait. Agonizing seconds of watching more and more blood spill from his body. When his breathing begins to shallow, you step forward, running a hand down the arm covering his stomach.

“Trust me, okay?”

A few moments pass before he blinks, teeth gritting in the slightest. All resistance from his arm falls, and you gently guide it to rest at his side.

“Okay.”

The process is fast. A few flashes of light and open wounds thread together, leaving only the remaining streaks of spilled blood to coat his skin. You watch as the strain slowly leaves Jason’s face, and his grip tightens on you, stabilizing with the familiarity of your touch.

As you finish, his mouth opens, closing and reopening as he searches for something to say. You stop him by planting your lips against his, running a hand along his arm to pat his hand comfortingly. When you pull away, he’s silent, and you smile.

“I’ve got you, always.”

[bubble-popping]

day 25! i dont know what to call this au or even how to describe it but i sure wrote a lot for it lmao

"Well, I think that's enough for today. Maybe tomorrow you'll come to your senses," Quackity mused, absentminded as he washed the netherite pickaxe in the flowing lava. He glanced behind him, a familiar sight he'd grown too accustomed to. Dream sat slumped against the back obsidian wall, unmoving, normally white fur closer to a stained beige, head lolled to the side, eyes glazed over staring at nothing. The hybrid looked as good as dead, but Quackity knew better.

How many months was it now? He'd lost track, if he was honest. Somewhere along the line, this stopped being about the Book and about his personal revenge.

But these days, he didn't feel the same thrill he once did. It felt so good to hurt him, make him feel the same pain he'd caused so many others. And yet, for all his talk of godhood, even Dream had limits apparently. He hardly cried anymore, barely whimpered unless Quackity did something drastic. Like when he'd pulled teeth after Dream tried biting him. Or that day he walked in with a razor and a branding iron in the shape of his blocky smile, just waiting for the lava to spill back down. Or the time he'd finally gotten tired of Dream clawing at him and took his sweet time prying each nail from its bed.

He almost felt bad.

Almost.

"I'm feeling like a broken record at this point, Dream. And I'm really not known for my patience." There was no response, hadn't been for hours.

Finally, the wall of lava began to descend and Quackity could see the Warden standing on the other side.

Quackity waited silently for the redstone machine, stepped on, and didn't look back as it returned him to it's starting position.

"Anything?" Sam asked, already knowing the answer.

"No," Quackity muttered, gaze falling slowly to his bloody hands. "Got a water bucket for me?"

----------------------------

The prisoner watched the walls drip a never-ending purple substance. He tried to remember other purple things. Enchanted netherite was the first to come to mind. Armor, swords, axes.

Pickaxes.

He suppressed a shudder.

Only then did he notice Quackity wasn't in his cell anymore. Time slipped so easily, too easily. He missed his clock. He missed a lot of things, people, nature. But they were all hazy memories now. Blurs of forest green and sky blue, of headbands and goggles, of friends made family. Their faces were blotched out, vague impressions, and just the first letters of names on his tongue. He missed being able to remember.

There was nothing else to do in this dark box but reminisce, and even that was fading.

He couldn't even remember why or how he got in this place, in prison. He must've done something wrong, but then again, he didn't think it mattered. For all he knew, he'd been here since he was born.

He was sure of three things. He was never leaving this room, Quackity would be back tomorrow--whenever that was--to hurt him again, and his name was...

His name...

Quackity had said Dream like it was a name, but he didn't know what that meant. Who was Dream? What did he like? Why would he be in prison?

He'd trust it for now, if only because he couldn't think of anything else.

Dream moved for the first time in what felt like days. His neck protested the movement, sore from its stretched state. He spotted the single block of water in the corner. Memories of trying to use it as an escape briefly crossed his mind. Immediately after, he recalled the punishment he'd received for it and flinched.

Trying to calm himself with a deep breath only sent him into a coughing fit, and he realized just how thirsty he was. He began crawling to the water, body too aching and legs too broken to walk. The rough obsidian dug into the sensitive paw pads of his hands and through the thin fabric of his orange jumpsuit. He'd grit his teeth in pain if he had any.

Finally, he'd made it to the cool liquid and carefully cupped it to his lips. He wouldn't call it refreshing. After all, it was the same water it had been the day he arrived--whenever that was. The Warden never cared to replace it, or do anything for him really.

He panted after a few handfuls, atrophied muscles shaking with the effort of holding himself up. His eyelids started to flutter, growing oddly heavy. The blood loss must be getting to him.

In that case, he should move back from the hole and try--though he had a good hunch he'd fail--to get comfortable for when he passed out. Maybe this time he wouldn't wake up with a sore, well, everything. But, for some reason, his body wouldn't listen to what his brain said. He was too weak, muscles too fatigued and bones too frail. His strength gave out, and he entered the water with a small splash. His eyes stung as he tried to keep them open, even if all he could see was utter darkness. He kept his mouth closed, trying to conserve his oxygen.

But the instinct to breathe, to live overpowered him. He inhaled through his nostrils, only to be rewarded with a large influx of water burning his throat.

If he wasn't so tired, so exhausted, so battered and broken, he would've panicked. Adrenaline would've flooded his veins like the water filling his lungs. He would've lived.

But, instead...

Dream drowned

[ryry-rebel]

First Kiss W/ Asahi Azumane

Asahi Azumane x Reader Headcannon

Warnings- None, pure fluff

Pronouns- None

Word Count- 815

My Masterlist -> Masterlist

🎡✨🎡✨🎡✨🎡✨🎡✨🎡✨🎡✨🎡✨🎡✨

100% Soft boy

He would never initiate the first kiss, never, and you can’t convince me otherwise

He is the type of guy to never initiate any romantic gesture

Actually, I think you were the one who asked him out first. Poor boy would be scared to ask you

What if you said no? What if his teammates laughed at him? Asahi would just rather stick to himself.

With that being said, he was an absolute wreck during your first kiss, definitely didn’t go as planned.

I think he could sense when you were trying to kiss him.

Like picture this- the two of you decided to go to an amusement park. After a day of riding all the rides you could think of, you saved the best for last, the Ferris wheel. It was dark out too, so that really set the romantic mood.

You two boarded the cart and immediately you grabbed his hand.

Poor boi tensed up even from that.

Anyway- you two had made it to the top. There was a lake in the distance, lights surrounded the whole thing. It was a rather beautiful sight. All the lights on the amusement ride attractions were on, very beautiful. There was a light breeze that ruffled your hair (and his)

The mood was perfect

“Hey Asahi?” You would ask as you snuggled into his side.

Dude would be sweating bullets. Not used to the physical affection, especially in public. Even tho you guys are literally at the top of the Ferris wheel, and no one is paying attention to you guys

“Mhm?”

You would look into his big, beautiful brown eyes, and he would stare into yours.

Did I mention how easy it was to get lost in his lovely, alluring eyes?

Asahi would gaze down at your lips. He wants to kiss you; trust me he does. But, he can’t bring himself to do it.

What if he’s a bad kisser? What if his breath stinks? (It Doesn’t).

Then, you would grab his face, caressing his soft cheek with one hand as you slowly leaned in for a kiss…

NOPE

Asahi would turn away, and you ended up kissing his cheek.

“Look at that ride! I think we missed it. We should definitely ride that one before we head home.”

You just got cock blocked by your own date

The night would continue like that.

Every attempt you made he would shut it down. You started to think he just didn’t want to kiss you, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

So, as you guys were walking back to his car, you decided to just ask him.

“Why dont you wanna kiss me.”

Asahi would stop dead in his tracks. That question is definitely going to haunt him.

His face would turn bright red, and he would start sweating profusely again. His hands would be all clammy and his voice would be all high pitched and squeaky.

The dude is about to shit himself Ngl

“What do you mean?” (He’s playing dumb, he 100 % knows what you mean). He’s just scared ok 😭

“Every time I try to kiss you, you shut me down. Do you know how many times I’ve kissed your cheek today?”

Now he feels bad.

He’s stressing you out and he never meant to.

He would take a deep breath. He knows he has to tell you. (He’s definitely going to stutter).

“I… Well, I…”

You kind of just stood there with your hands on your hips, definitely not helping the situation. It just scares him more.

“I… I want to kiss you. But… Well, I’m… I’m s-scared. I don’t want to mess it up. I don’t want to be a bad kisser.”

Asahi would hang his head low in defeat.

But you were there to pick it back up.

You would hold his face gently in your hands, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. His face would be hot to the touch, but you wouldn’t mind.

“I don’t care if you’re a good kisser. I promise you baby, there is nothing to be scared of. We can both learn as we go.”

That’s all he needed to hear.

You slowly moved in, and when your lips FINALLY found their way to his, sparks were flying.

The whole damn world lit up for you two. Don’t tell him people were watching you guys kiss. You are in the parking lot after all.

There was no tongue. The kiss was short and chaste, but it was full of unsaid words and love.

Unbreakable and undeniable love

[nrcnewspaperclub]

The day we’ve all been waiting for. Day seven of getting banned from every dorm

So Kalim is. Too nice. Far too nice for his own good. There is no fucking way that I am going to get banned from him

Also, I’ve been staying at Scarabia for a bit now since I got kicked out of Ignihyde already, One of my good friends is in Scarabia so I’ve been staying at his dorm, also I figured I’d consult him cuz he knows the housewarden better than I do

However I am in the basketball club, which means I do actually know Jamil fairly well, I’d even go so far as to consider him a friend. Me, him, Floyd, and Ace cause some anarchy a good bit

So we already knew we were targeting Jamil. My friends immediate suggestion was utilizing Jamil’s fear of bugs, but that’s too uncreative, and I wasn’t sure if I could rlly get banned for that. However I did note it as a last resort

My friends second solution was lighting something on fire, but that’s kind of his solution to everything? That or just dying his hair impulsively

That train of thought gave me the idea to try and mess w Jamil’s hair cuz I know how protective he is of it, but friend shot that down cuz Jamil is too protective of it and it’d be way too fuckin hard to pull that off

So my final thought: kalim can’t get me banned, but I can still use kalim to my advantage.

This is where friend clocks out, context my friend is painfully in love with Kalim so I knew he wasn’t gonna assist me with anything that would taint Kalim’s view of him. To which I say, fuckin coward, but whatever 🙄 (ack then again I wouldn’t do anything that would skew malleus’s view of me so I MEAN WHAT WHAY DID I SAY TJAY I DONT LIKE AMLLEUS)

So a lot of ppl think Kalim is dumb, he isn’t dumb, I know that for sure. But he is gullible, and very impulsive. So what I’m saying is he isn’t stupid, buuuuuuut……….

Anyway one sunny afternoon I tracked down Kalim, he was doing Kalim things, and I started making friendly conversation w him. He asked why I was here in the first place, to which I told him I got banned from Ignihyde but made up a whole sob story so he wouldnt wuestion the fact I intentionally pissed off idia lmao

He felt all bad for me and said I was always welcome at Scarabia, then asked why I chose Scarabia. I said bcuz my friend is here and also casually mentioned the fact I’m not welcome in any dorms

Kalim looks surprised and is like “wow, it’s kind of impressive you managed to get banned from all of them.” And questions how I achieved such glory

To which I tell him a short and abridged version of each tale that makes me sound better than I actually am and he’s in awe the whole time. He then starts rambling and is like “it’d be hard to get banned from Scarabia, I’ve never banned anyone, but Jamil has…” and I perked up and asked what the person did to get banned by Jamil

He said that Jamil had banned this person cuz they’d tried to poison Kalim’s food. Appearantly it was like a student plant all along or some blah blah shit, obviously I wasn’t gonna do that bcuz I’m not a fucking lunatic and I like kalim enough

I had the passing thought I could make Jamil think I was tryna poison kalim when I wasn’t but thatd also break Kalim’s trust in me and probably my whole friendship with the friend I’ve been staying with atp so

I was so out of ideas at this point I started reverting back to my friends suggestion of lighting something on fire, but then I had an idea.

The treasure room. I have the perfect signature spell for this, and I have genuinely no clue how this was not my immediate thought

So when Kalim was done rambling I made a comment abt how it was a really great day to go carpet flying, and tjat id ever been on a carpet before. Both statements here are true

And Kalim will famously take any excuse to go carpet flying so if you even mention it in passing he’ll over to take you so he immediately lit up

He leads me to the treasure room and the carpet apparently isn’t where he left it cuz he started digging around for it. Perfect opportunity for my plan!

My ultimate magic is called Hydra Heads, it allows me to make copies of one item, how ever the more copies I make the smaller they get. The original item gets shrunk down too, but it’ll be more durable than the other copies. This is irreversible. So as Kalim was head first in gold coins looking for that fuckass carpet I found a fairly sizeable vase, one thatd someone would notice if it was gone.

I immediately activated my spell, making about 30-ish tiny copies of this vase. I stuffed em all in my bag and acted like nothing happened

Obviously I still went on the carpet because DUH but now my friend is pissed at me cuz I went carpet flying with his crush or some fucking shit idk I tuned him out

Now begin the scheme

I was sitting in the lounge when Jamil stepped into the treasure room and quickly ran out and ran into Kalim’s room. He noticeeeeed anyway I started my paper trail, I placed a tiny vase in the hallway and one in the kitchen, then I tried to look as unassuming as possible

Jamil picked up one of the tiny vases and looked so fuckign confused it was PRICELESS. A few hours oater came basketball practice, id been leaving tiny vases around Scarabia throughout the day.

Anyway I’m at basketball and Jamil is yelling at Floyd because he’s Floyd and he probably did some shit, I took this opportunity to put a tiny vase in Jamil’s bag, as well as a few in the locker room.

I left practice early, telling the coach that my housewarden needed me for something, and Jamil STORMED out of the locker room as I was leaving and grabbed me by the jersey.

I realized he’d remembered my unique magic cuz of that one time me and Floyd pranked the team by using it on like half the basketballs. Jamil went on a whole borderline unhinged rant about how he’d so kindly let me stay at his dorm and I stole from him and had the audacity to taunt him with it, I gave him the remaining tiny vases and ran off

Did I technically actually commit a crime with this one? Yes! Do I feel bad? Nope!

So uh. Where the fuck do I go now.

-🐾

// should I make a blog for paw anon 👀

congratulations on getting banned from all seven dorms, 🐾. Your journey has been a wild ride.

hold on, what about Ramshackle? Not to get banned from there (unless you want to ig) but you could probably stay there.

//yes, absolutely.//

[fanficfanatic000]

Eddie x female reader

18+ warning

Kinda goes with stranger things s4

Spoilers ahead probably

Chapter 3 (f#@!) Story name (i just moved to hawkins)

" I know where we should go" Eddie kept paddling The wind making me cold as hell I'm soaked with lake water the sky darkening as he paddled that dude dead and I wasn't Eddie or me it was something else "Eddie? Was that what happened to chrissy?" "Yeah… it is…." He gulped. You could tell that Eddie is on edge the boat hit the land then Eddie jumped on land and had his hand out to assist you from the boat. You grabbed his hand it felt like electricity zapped through your body just from his touch. "Thank you eddie" He looked at you with a boyish playful grin. "Y/n follow me skull rock isn't to far from here then we could dry off" You nodded " yes" You walked up a hill for 10 minutes Meanwhile

Dustin max Robin Steve and Nancy pov They just showed up to the shed where you were supposed to be. "Where did they go" Dustin said as he searched around the shed for anything "They left their walkie-talkie and the food " Hmm where could they be…. outside Dustin looked outside and saw blood on the sand of the lake. The boat was gone and foot prints and Dustin knew what was across the lake up the hill.. "skull rock!!!" "Skull rock?" Max asked in confusion "why would they go to skull rock?" "Wait" Steve said rushed. He ran to the front of refer Rick's house and found "Tire tracks! Someone was where someone who wanted eddie" the whole group thought it through Dustin knew "jason it was most likely jason since chrissy and jason were dating and everyone thinks eddie killed her…. but lets go to skull rock i know thats where they went".

(Your pov ) We finally made it to skull rock still soaked. I wonder if the others will find us And I have a headache damn. "Y/n watcha thinking about?" He tilted his head with a grin on his lips but he was also very concerned. "Nothing much just how it sucks to be sopping wet." "Well why dont you take your clothes off and let them dry" Realizing what he just said he started to blush red and so did you "sorry that sounded kinda weird i-i I'll turn around and we could go back to back " "No eddie its okay i trust you not to take advantage of me or anything like that..just take it easy on me okay" He looked at you with confusion You were nervous.. really nervous You've always been insecure about your weight and your body. All the things he could say running through your head You pulled you wet band t shirt off and Your arms shot up to your chest and you removed your jeans and shoes leaving you in Nothing but your matching bra and underwear with your layered necklaces Your arms covering your stomach And you notice eddie staring "Sorry! Sorry…..i didnt mean to be a creep…. are you uncomfortable?" "No im not uncomfortable" "Then why are you covering yourself?" "Because you probably dont want to see my body its not like other girls " "What your body is…." "Is what? Ugly?" "NO its beautiful" Eddie's face as red as yours your eyes wide open your heart beating fast "Eddie its not your just being my friend i have stretch marks from growing to fast And i have a muffin top….. im ugly… stop lieing eddie" His face blushing but his brown eyes glossed over "Y/n your not ugly" He says moving your arms from your stomach "you're beautiful" He smiles with reassurance "if you dont feel comfortable with me staring at you all night here my leather jacket is kinda waterproof so its dry-ish" You put Eddie's leather jacket on still warm from him and you immediately felt better Then he walked around skull rock until he found a ledge in the rock where he hung your clothes to dry and he takes off his shirt and his Many jackets to dry. And he puts your and his shoes hanging upside-down from a tree branch to dry Then you saw him his bare chest and stomach slightly toned and his v-line in the moon light. Is a sight you would never unsee. you would never want to unsee. "Hey sweetheart eyes up here" "sorry" You blush a light cherry pink "No need to apologize maybe we should get some sleep" " yeah some sleep sounds nice" You crawl next to skull rock in the almost cave like part and you laid down Then Eddie laid 1 foot away from you trying to give you some personal space "Eddie i-im cold" Eddie looked at you and grinned he was also cold. "Princesses you could come lay by me if you want" You smiled at his words "yeah that would be nice " you moved closer to eddie his brown eyes watching you you moved to where you were almost touching but not Then Eddie grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close really close his chest touching yours his smell of pine-tree and cigarette smoke with a hint of gasoline was making you feel light as a feather your blood rushing to you cheeks making you blush red. "Is this okay sweetheart?" He said softly and deeply. "Better than okay" His skin was warm like a campfire his heart was pounding so loud you could feel it then you fell asleep.

[mountttmase]

Helloooo🤭🤭🤭

Coming home to an empty house never got easier, just like getting into a cold bed still made his tummy sink but he’d made his bed and now he had to lie in it. MY HEART CRACKED

Mason hated answering calls from strange numbers, but it was late and the fact that they’d called again straight away made him think he really needed to pick up so with a slight huff he sat up and hit the answer button. YOU WONT REGRET DOING IT

‘’Yeah it’s me’ he answered, unsure of who was asking after him but just as he was about to moan at whoever was on the other end for calling, the voice speaking to him suddenly clicked in his brain and his breath caught in his throat. ‘Wait, y/n is that you?’ HE RECOGNISED HER😭😭

‘Um no, not really’ you sniffed, ‘I was at a gig and I met these people and… well long story short they took all my stuff. I’m at the police station now and they said I could call someone and yours was the only number I could remember’ you told him, feeling a little silly now as you listened to his deep breathing on the other end of the line. Gulping down a nervous lump before carrying on. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you or anything I just-‘ OMG POOR GIRL🥺 SHE HAS TO BE SO UPSET AND SCARED

‘Y/n, I’m coming to get you. Just tell me where you are’ he said sternly. Getting out of bed and stuffing himself into his shoes as you told him the address of the station you were at and thankfully it was only 15 minutes away. ‘Just stay where you are, I’ll come inside’ HE IS MY FAVOURITE HUMAN BEING

‘Yeah cause that’ll look great. Mason Mount spotted leaving Manchester police station in the early hours, I can see the headlines now’ OH SHUT UP AND DONT BE MEAN NOW

Mason was out of the door as soon as you’d hung up. Driving well over the speed limit but it was all he could do to stop his mind whirling. This wasn’t how he’d planned to see you again but you needed him and no matter what he’d always come running. I LOVE HIM

HER THROWING HERSELF AT HIM????

OMG POOR GIRL WAS JUST ENJOYING HER CONCERT AND THEY RUINED IT😭

OMG SHE TRUSTED THEM AND THEY STOLE EVERYTHING FROM HER????

You knew he wouldn’t pick up on the first ring if it was from a random number so you called back straight away and after four rings his sleepy voice came filtering through making your eyes sting immediately. You hadn’t heard it in so long and thought you might never again but you held it together as best you could. THIS KILLED ME, SHE KNOWS HIM SO WELL OMG🥺

As soon as you started speaking you felt stupid. What were you expecting him to do? He wasn’t yours anymore and he owed you nothing but as soon as you were able to explain you could hear him shuffling about to come and get you and the relief you felt was overwhelming CAUSE YOU STILL LOVE EACH OTHERRRR

‘It’s alright, you’re fine’ he whispered into your hair. Rubbing your back to comfort you just like he used to but it just seemed to make your tears feel faster. ‘Come on, let’s go. We’ll go sit in the car yeah?’ OH BABIES

‘Yeah, bloody fantastic. What do you think?’ You huffed, feeling awful immediately as you knew he was only looking out for you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye as you felt your mood sink even further. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean that’ Y/N I KNOW YOU'RE NERVOUS BUT HE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS TREATMENT

‘I don’t even know’ you laughed, not having many options right now. ‘‘Can you go to Luke’s? I gave my spare key to Anouska’ you told him, not even thinking about what you were saying, but you knew from the moment his face dropped even further he was upset by what you’d said. OH BABY BOY FEELS BETRAYED

Something stopped him in his tracks though. Turning back to face them and the broken look on his face made Anouska’s lip wobble. OH 🥺

‘I asked you guys where she was so many times, every time you said you had no idea but you knew along? How could you do that to me?’ He asked quietly, the hurt in his voice evident at his friend’s betrayal but they were quick to try and reassure him. OH MY LOVE

‘I’m really sorry, Mase. She’s got no one and I was just trying to look out for her, I thought it’s what you’d want’ Anouska told him, and Mason didn’t have anything to say. Upset his closest friends had been secretly hiding you behind his back but his emotions were all over the place from everything that was going on tonight and he didn’t want to make everyone feel worse so in the end he just nodded before bidding them a farewell and sulking back to the car. I FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM OMG

‘Don’t worry about it, you should see my bathroom right now, it’s a right state’ he laughed, thankful he seemed to be perking up a little but you hated the way he referred to it as his bathroom. He used to call it our bathroom, the one you shared before things took a turn. ‘What did the officers say happen now?’ OH HE SAID MY, I'M KINDA PROUD OF HIM, LIKE SHE DESERVES A BIT OF PAYBACK

‘I think it’s best I stay, just until the locks are changed at least. There’s random people walking about with your keys so I’ll stay for a bit to be safe’ he told you and his concern for you even now melted your heart just a tiny bit. MY MAN

Squishing yourself into the side so your thighs didn’t touch but thankfully he seemed to be having the same idea to keep as far apart as you possibly could on the worn out sofa. OH THSI HURST

‘Oh’ he breathed, nodding his head solemnly but you weren’t quite sure why he’d suddenly turned so moody again and you figured you should explain a little more even if it did take you down a path you didn’t want to be going down. HE IS JEALOUSSSSS

‘A date? We’ve been broken up for two months, Mase. Is that what you think of me?’ You laughed, slightly in disbelief at what he seemed to be accusing you of. SHE IS BEING MEAN WITHOUT A REASON

‘Please’ he interrupted, his hand gently touching your shoulder before he pulled back. ‘It’s been a long night for you and there’s no point in you being sat out here like a lemon. I’ll come and find you when it’s done, yeah?’ SAT LIKE A LEMON 😂😭

You felt silly and exposed. All the things you were protective of had been taken away from you from right under your nose and you couldn’t believe you’d let it happen. You were usually so aware of what was going on but these last few weeks and tonight especially made you realise maybe you weren’t as switched on as you thought. OH GIRL, I HATE YOU WHRN YOU'RE MEAN TO HIM, BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WANT TO GIVE YOU A BIG HUG

You were determined not to cry, hugging you pillow to your chest as you squeezed your eyes shut tight but the sobs were only moments away and when you heard your front door shut you couldn’t help but finally let things out as you realised it was just you and Mason alone again. OH BABY GIRL

Mason was stuck, not sure if you wanted to be left alone or if maybe you needed his comfort but in the end he pushed his worries to the side and went to you. It always broke him seeing you upset and right now was no different so he carefully popped himself onto the bed behind you and pulled you body into his chest. Holding you close as you buried your head into the pillow. HE IS A LITTLE SWEETHEART

‘Why don’t you and Jenny speak anymore? You told me she was like a sister to you’ he asked you carefully, knowing it must have been a touchy subject but you knew you needed to be honest with him now. He deserved the truth after all you’d put him through and all he’d done for you tonight when you didn’t deserve his kindness. OK I'M READYYYY

‘I let her get into my head, let her say horrible things about you. I let her get in between us and I know it’s not all her and I played my part but I shouldn’t have listened to her’ you sobbed. ‘I ruined everything’ SHE FINALLY OPENED HER EYES

GOD BESTIE GOOD JOB I HATE JENNY INCREDIBLY

Everyday she would ask about him, wondering where he was and who he was with. Wondering why he wasn’t spending time with you and you didn’t know when, but soon enough her words started to stick. Every missed diner or unreplied to text that you used to think nothing of suddenly was sticking out to you like never before and you wondered if she was right. SHE IS A PIECE OF SHIT

‘You need to be strong, babe. Be firm with him and say it’s not acceptable. There’s not an excuse in the world that I’d accept for him not coming tonight, you don’t deserve to be treated like this’ Jenny told you. ‘You wait until you’ve found someone else, he’ll regret it then and he won’t be able to do anything about it’ OH SHUT UP

You hadn't given him a chance to tell you what he was doing as you spent your time ignoring the day before but he was just as pissed as you were this morning. Furious with you for not hearing him out and telling you that the whole reason he wasn’t able to go out with you last night was because he was booked in for a charity event for children who were learning to read and speak English and he thought you were coming with him. OH I LOVE THAT YOU USED THAT IDEA FOR THE REASON OF THE CHARITYYYY

When Mason left for training you’d called Jenny, crying down the phone to her about everything that had happened and she convinced you to pack your things and get out. Even coming round to help you finish off and and drive you away so you could stay with her for a few days whilst you found a place of your own. THAT'S SHITTY Y/N

As soon as Mason realised what was happening he was blowing up your phone. Demanding to see you and talk things out but you refused, hanging up on him in the end before sending him a text to let him know you needed space but you were done and not to message you again before you blocked him. HE DESERVED MORE THAN A STUPID TEXT

I LOVE HOW YOU DESCRIBED WHAT HAPPENED WITH JENNY

‘Find her for me?’ He asked, opening up instagram so you could pull up her profile and look at the messages she’d sent him. I THINK YOU DONT WANT TO SEE MASON

OMG THE MESSAGES 😒😒😒😒

‘Why would she send me this shit?’ He laughed, coming out of the messages so he could go back to her profile and block her before throwing his phone to the side and looking back down at you. ‘I’m sorry she’s not who you thought she was’THE FACT THAT HE IS ACTING SO SWEETY WITH HER AFTER ALL

‘Cause I love you’ he told you seriously and you felt your whole body freeze. Loved you? Still? ‘Yeah we may not like each other a whole lot right now but I’ll always love you, y/n’ he confirmed and you felt your eyes sting. OHHHHH ILL MELT

‘God I’m so fucking stupid’ you laughed, nuzzling into his neck and you laughed at the way he held you slightly tighter. YOU ARE😌

‘It’s not the phone, it’s what was on it. It’s gone and I can’t replace all that’ OH, BUT HE IS HERE NOW

‘I’ve got years worth of pictures and memories on there, I never backed my phone up or anything so they’ve all gone. And yeah maybe I’d have to get rid of them at some point but I wasn’t ready to let them go yet. To let you go.’ I'LL CRY

‘I’m right here bubs. You can’t get rid of me that easily’ he whispered. Cradling your face as he gazed into your eyes lovingly. ‘Whatever you lost, I’ve probably still got it on my phone so when we get you a new one I can just send it all over’MY MAN😌

‘Look at me’ he whispered. Pulling back so you could look in each other's eyes and then softness in them made you melt. ‘You’ve stuck by me through thick and thin for years. Every game, every tournament, whatever it was you were there for me. I know I wasn’t the greatest at being there for you but I promise you I’ll try a lot harder if you’ll let me’ THE FACT THAT HE IS TRYING EVERYTHING TO NOT LET HER PUT ALL THE BLAME ON HERSELF????

‘Why didn’t you just come back to me’ he uttered, his voice sounding the saddest you’d heard it all night and it was close to breaking you. OH BOY🥺🥺🥺

‘I wouldn’t have, I promise’ he told you tearily. ‘I had a feeling there was more to it but I’ve missed you every day, you know? Your my one and I’ve been going out of my mind not being able to get hold of you’ HE IS TGE SWEETEST

THE KISS ON HER PALMM

‘You better budge up then, what size bed is this anyway?’ He joked as he helped you off of him and you felt your face flush as you pulled back the covers. SILLY

‘I’m so sorry’ you breathed. ‘I really am so sorry Mase but I’m here now and I promise I’ll make this right. If you still want me’ YESSS

HE CALLED IT OUR HOUSE 🥺🥺🥺🥺

‘We both know you’ll be back sooner or later, and I’m never letting you go anywhere again so we might as well just crack on’ he joked, tucking his head into your hair as you both clung to one another. ‘Do you still work half days on Friday?’ GO MASONNNN

‘Okay perfect. Pack up what you can tomorrow afternoon then and I’ll come by after training and help and then we’ll get you back home okay? Back where you belong’ BACK WHERE YOU BELONG

THE KISS

AND HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO STOP HIS HAPPY GIGGLES

OMG BESTIE 🤭🤭

YPU ONOW HOW MUCH IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE AND YOU DEFINITELY EXCEEDED EXPECTATIONS

I HATED HER IN SOME POINTS WHERE SHE WAS BEING MEAN AT HIM RANDOMLY, LIKE POOR MAN WAS SLEEPINGGG AND CAME TO PICK YOU UP, BE NICE

I LOVED HOW ANOUSKA FELT SUPER SAD AS SOON AS SHE UNDERSTOOD THAT THEY HURT HIM🥺

I LOVED HOW HE MADE SURE TO LET HER RELAX WHILE THE DOOR WAS BEING FIXED

AND HOW HE IMMEDIATELY HIGGED HER WHEN HE NOTICED THAT SHE WAS CRYING

THE WAY YOU EXPLAINED WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN THE WAS PERFECT 😌

AND YOU KNOW WHAT I LOVED? HOW HE CALLED THE BATHROOM HIS, CAUS EHW PROVABLY WANTED TO HURT HER A BIT AND WHEN SHE HAD FINALLY EXPLAINED HERSELF HE CALLED THE HOME OUR🥺🥺🥺

THIS WAS PERFECT, THANK YOU FOR MAKING A RAINY SUNDAY A LOT BETTER

THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS WORK OF ART WITH US😌🩷🩷

HI BESTIE IM SO LATE

thank you so much for this I know you’ve been waiting for this one 😭 I’m I’m so happy you liked it and picked out all the best parts 🥺🩷 your feedback is honestly the best and I love getting to read the fic back with you 😭 also

WE HATE JENNY

[kahterina-a]

#KAHTERINA: highly selective, low activity katherine pierce from the vampire diaries. headcanon based & mostly fandomless. 21+ only. sideblog to @othunderous. rules found there; read them before following. (please follow the main blog so i can track mutuals.) portrayal notes below.

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name:   katerina petrova

alias:   katherine pierce

date of birth:   june 5th, 1473

date of death/transition:   april 6th, 1494

species:   human witch (by birth).  vampire.

relationships:   viktor petrov - father (deceased).  maria petrova - mother (deceased).  anastasiya petrova - younger sister (deceased).  nadia petrova - daughter (deceased).

powers & abilities:  compulsion (mind control), super-human strength, super - human durability, super - human speed, super - human healing, super - human senses, extremely skilled combatant, summoning (animals) & shapeshifting, teleportation (through shadows)

weaknesses:   sunlight (wearing lapis lazuli jewelry combats this), invitation only (she cannot enter a private human dwelling without invitation), fire, wood, beheading — all as a vampire.

full bio:   (feel free to reference the canon bio; it’s pretty much all the same) 

summary: *subject to changes

katerina gives birth at age 16 and is disowned immediately after.  she takes any jobs she can find to make her way to england over the next few years.  this is when she begins to learn to bend people to her will — saying the right thing, looking at someone the right way.  particularly men.

katerina is 21 at the age of her death.

following the slaughter of her family at klaus’ hands, she becomes colder, more vicious and selfish.

just as he made a legend of himself, katerina — eventually going by katherine — does the same.

katherine is known to help the ‘good guys’ if she finds it beneficial — often meaning it ensures her survival.  she is more of a grey area; she is willing to do the right thing, just for selfish reasons.

because katherine is about her own survival above all, she can be enlisted in helping neutralize threats.

divergent from here onward: at the end of season 4, katherine kills elena, and she has no choice but to start acting right unless she wants to either draw too much attention to herself and end up killed, or locked away in some secret government facility. besides, she realizes elena was never what was truly wrong. accepting this opens the door for genuine growth (but she's still katherine, don't get it twisted).

nadia tracks her down sometime after this; in the months or years (idk ok) they spend together, the Mystic GangTM is plotting their revenge ---- i dont quite know how it connects but the result is the same, ie tyler bites nadia, katherine is desperate for a fix and brings her to dr maxwell who had no intention of curing her, nadia is abducted while weak and delusional, they use her to lure katherine into a trap. she walks into it willingly because she doesn't want to live having lost her daughter, she could have easily taken them all out still, thank u.

once dead and in hell, she still becomes the devil's right hand, working her way up to convincing him to go after the salvatores. the finale plays out the same way, except --- killing the devil and destroying hell may be possible, who knows, but it's certainly not that easy. while she's certainly sent back, now that she's gained the devil's trust, all he has to do is let her out again.

she is a spirit of hell, very much dead, but never quite going away. like a cockroach. should her body die, she is sent back to hell. rinse and repeat.