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[violetsdumpblog]

THE THINGS ID LET THIS MAN DO TO ME ARE UNSPEAKABLE AAAAAGGHHHHHHHSHSHDBDJDHDGD

i urgently need krist x reader fics 🙏🙏 i am salivating.

WHY DOES NOBODY TALK ABOUT HOW HOT HE IS??

[zhoudadudugongjin]

I did it! I contributed to the Meng Zhi/Prince Qi brainrot!

When The Ink Has Faded

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[frickingnerd]

distracted while at work

pairing: kaname date x gn!reader

summary: while you talk about a case, date admires the view...

“i know this might be a crazy idea, but if the killer really did do this, then this might explain the inconsistencies! and if i'm right, then it would narrow our list of suspects down significantly–!”

for the last couple minutes, you've been pointing towards the pin board with all the evidence for your current case, while rambling on about your theories. yet when you turned around, date was just staring at you. he didn't look confused, nor amused. he just… stared.

“what is it…?” you asked, feeling a little uncertain now. “do you not like the theory? i know it might sound far fetched, but–”

“no, nothing wrong with the theory!” date assured you, finally speaking up. he looked at you with a soft smile, before shaking his head a little.

and that only confused you more.

“do i have something on my face then? you're being strange, date. in fact, even more strange than usual!”

date laughed softly, not taking your little insult to heart. instead, he grinned playfully and leaned forward, his eyes glued to your face, as he spoke.

“i just couldn't help but admire the view. you look damn cute when you ramble like that! all worked up about the case… it's pretty sexy!”

you roll your eyes in response, trying not to let date see your amused smile.

“i should've known that's what this is about…”

[fatcoochienergy]

hello all.

i’ve come to ask if anyone would be interested in grunge ship headcanons

i am by no means a writer but there’s a sore lack of grunge ship fics so i would like to contribute.

it would only be ships within the grunge bands and probably little to no oc stuff and no x reader stuff at all.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hi! I love your fics to bits! I would like to request a Morticia Addams x Taller Masc! Fem!Reader because we need more of your Morticia fics cause they are so good. The two of them meet as students at Nevermore and with reader being a member of the Archery Club. Their first meeting involves reader saying the line, “If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold.” when she catches Morticia staring at her as she practices.

You can write how their love story as students blossom, you’re a genius at it anyway. Also, please make reader’s character have a grunge vibe and a huge Nirvana and Deftones fan.

But the oneshot ends with reader and Morticia as adults, already married, they had Pugsley and Wednesday. Morticia is admiring her wife practice archery outside of their Manor with the kids and says that very same line that started it all and Morticia doesn’t hesitate to give her wife a breathtaking kiss.

Please make the ending fluffy and cute. Thank you so much! <333

Stare Me Cold ~Morticia Addams xFem Tall!Wife!MascPresenting!Reader

Summary— Read the request. Anon response— Hi hi anon!! Thank you for the request! I love love love this idea. Morticia could always use more content eheheh. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

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Warnings: fluff, staring, flustering, teasing, light praise, implied smut, happy endings, etc.

Enjoy (;

“It all started many years ago at Nevermore… We met for the first time at Archery Club, and your mother made quite the impression…” Morticia hummed, remembering the time like it was yesterday…

~~

Morticia’s feet crunched through the early January snow, he arms wrapped around her body to keep warm. The young raven haired woman walked up to the archery field, where students were starting to gather for Club.

Morticia found you, standing still and holding a bow and arrow. You had the arrow drawn back with intense concentration, aiming towards the target.

You felt Morticia’s icy eyes on you, starring. You had heard of Morticia Frump, but this was your first proper interaction with her. You sidedeyed the young woman after a couple seconds, her gaze making it hard for you to concentrate.

You took a deep breath and focused back on your target. In a sharp second, you released the arrow, and it went whizzing into the center of the target. You sighed out a breath that you’d been holding in.

Morticia’s gaze was still steady and intensely on you. You could feel her eyes raking up and down your frame.

You chuckled, lowering your bow and turning over your shoulder to look at the young woman.

“If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold…” you chuckled.

Morticia stammered and blushed a little, before properly approaching you. She stuck out her hand.

“I’m Morticia, Morticia Frump” she breathed out, a little nervous.

This was different… Morticia was the ‘it’s girl of Nevermore… She didn’t shake hands or sound nervous.

You smirked and took her hand.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You told the raven haired girl.

This time Morticia’s eyes raked up and down your frame uninhibited. she but her lip and smirked.

“I like your clothing style… suits you…” Morticia purred.

And her sassy, self-confident manner was back.

You tilted your head, unsure if the girl was actually complimenting you…

“Thanks…” you slowly said.

She did mean it.

At that, Morticia pursed her lips and retracted her hand, going to get her bow and a couple of arrows for archery.

~~

After that interaction, you could always feel Morticia’s eyes on you no matter where you went. It was unnerving, but at the same time you loved it.

You loved it because you could tell it unnerved her as well. Morticia was fascinated by you. She was fascinated by her like of you.

But the two of you didn’t hang around each other. Morticia was in the popular crowd, she had her own group of friends and acquaintances. You liked to do things more on your own. You were more of a grungy, loner, and you liked it that way.

But after that interaction last time with Morticia, you were starting to doubt if being alone was really what you wanted…

And Morticia was beginning to doubt if being surrounded by surface level acquaintances was what she really wanted…

One a particularly windy day, you were carrying some extra bows and arrows for archery. Before you saw Morticia coming diagnal into your path, you were crashing into her. You both fell to the ground, the bows and arrows scattering everywhere.

Morticia fell first, and you fell on top of her. You froze, your lisp parted, and your breath bated. You both stared at each other, eyes mesmerized with one another. You flickered your gaze down to Morticia’s lips, then quickly back up to her eyes.

You gulped, shook your head, and broke the trance, scrambling to get off of the young woman. You stood up and brushed yourself off, apologizing to the raven haired girl. You then went to pick up all the archery things you and dropped.

Morticia got up as well and immediately apologized as well, starting to help you grab all the scattered arrows.

“Thanks” you mumbled, blushing lightly as Morticia’s hand brushed yours when she was handing off the arrows she had collected for you.

The raven haired teen nodded in recognition.

“I… I heard your music from your dorm this morning.” Morticia hummed, “You have odd taste…”

“You mean grunge…?” You chuckled.

Morticia nodded and smiled.

You liked it when she smiled…

“Yea that. Maybe you should invite me over sometime and tell me about it…” the raven haired girl boldly said with a quirk of her brow.

Your jaw dropped slightly at the just of confidence going through the young woman in front of you.

“I—Ok!” You exclaimed.

“Excellent…” Morticia hummed, “I’ll come by after dinner.”

You hummed and nodded, trying to contain your excitement.

You spent the rest of day, only thinking about the basically date that you had with Morticia that night.

Finally, at around 9pm, you heard a knock on your door. Your roommate had left Nevermore recently, so you currently had a room all to yourself…

You let Morticia in. She sauntered into the room, sitting down on your bed. You quickly grabbed a tape and put it into the receiver, then sitting down next to the raven haired teen. The music started blaring.

Your gazes interlocked. And Morticia bit her lips.

~~

“And that is how I meet your mother…!!” Morticia exclaimed, lounging back against her hands on the picnic blanket.

Pugsley was curled up in Morticia’s lap, Wednesday was sitting in solitude on the corner of the blanket. Morticia’s gaze was on you. You were shooting apples off a fence, practicing your arrow aim.

“That’s so cool!” Pugsley exclaimed.

Morticia chuckled and nodded, bringing her attention to your shared son.

“But mother…” Wednesday quipped wickedly, “You did not finish telling us what happened in mother’s room…”

Wednesday said her words with a deep smirk, while Pugsley just stared at Wednesday in confusion.

“Wait what?” Pugsley said in confusion.

“Nothing! It’s nothing, no worries my little Pug bear…!” Morticia exclaimed, then shooting daggers at Wednesday.

Wednesday was about to say something again, Morticia clapped her hands together and exclaimed she was going to see how you were doing.

Morticia got up and sauntered over to your side.

“How’s it going, my Darling…?” Morticia hummed.

“If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold…” you chuckled under your breath, making Morticia have shivers run down her spine, just like the day she met you.

~~~

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[jaetyun]

infrunami.

"can you come back to me? cause i was blind to see that you were right infrunami."

heeseung x f!reader

this is the original draft to the now smau, see if you can spot all the changes i made from oneshot ver to smau ver! also warning it ends very abruptly because its unfinished lol

wc: 4.9k

You couldn't remember how your life was before Ningning. Your best friend had moved to your street in the 3rd grade, your houses straight across from one another.

Ningning seemed straight out of a dream you had, with her closet full of the Justice you never got to own. Her hair was always perfectly groomed, and a pretty headband in place to keep it down. She was the kindest person you had ever met, and though you hadn't met many people at the ripe age of 8 you had guessed she must be the nicest person in the world because why else would she hand you sugary snacks from her lunchbox every day?!

She was comforting. Predictable even. Which is why it was such a shock when you met her older brother, Heeseung. He was the most confusing person in the world- scratch that- the *Universe*. He was always looming in the background, his closet being anything but flashy. Seriously, a black Nirvana shirt in elementary school?!

Because of this, you found yourself constantly trying to talk to him, to figure him out. Even though his shy demeanor pushed you away, you'd always come running back. Heeseung would never admit it, but he appreciated your company. A lot.

In middle school, it became even harder for Heeseung to express this sentiment. 'hey Yizhuo, is Y/N coming today?' became 'I hope to God your little friend isn't staying over', it was just a product of hormones and deep teenage angst. He couldn't help it!

As you both grew, he figured your childish interest in him would disappear. It was simply curiosity, nothing more. so when you stayed clinging onto him, Heeseung was left shrugging you off, his disinterest only feeding into your infatuation with the boy.

"You with barcode boy again?"

"Piss off, limp dick!" You sneered, tugging Heeseung closer to you as you both strode in the hallway.

"You don't have to do that y'know.." He muttered words barely above a whisper. You turned to face him, tilting your head. "Do what?"

"Defend me. or hang out with me in general" He looked away, staring at the lockers instead of making eye contact with you. You stared at him for a moment before looking away, your grip on his arm tightening.

"Don't be stupid." Heeseungs parted lips closed, unsure of how to respond.

"I'll always be here, Seung. Nobody will hurt you under my watch" You proudly grinned, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up. He just nodded, the same tight-lipped expression he had before.

"Yeah, guess I couldn't get rid of you if I tried."

You snorted "Was that the goal?"

"Damn it! You caught me" He smiled, finally turning to face you. You grinned, softly meeting his gaze.

"I take it back, only *one* person can hurt you"

He cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head.

"Who?" You quickly unlinked your arm from his, punching the now-open area right above his waist. You gave his ribs one last shank for good measure before pointing to yourself with your thumb.

"I can!"

As the years passed, that mostly held up. What started as relief turned into humiliation, as he continuously got comments about your company.

What was even worse than the teasing was you: A generally popular cheerleader about half his height and a year younger berating anyone who dared to talk about Heeseung. How was he *ever* supposed to get a girlfriend at this rate?

It didn't help that you were practically an arm away at all times, given that you were with Ningning 90% of the day. Heeseung understood you just wanted to keep your oath, but he felt more than ever like a sad loser who resorts to being with his sister's cheer team rather than being his own person.

Heeseung tried to reason with himself. The people snickering were most likely just jealous! High school kids weren't known as the most accepting people in the world, so he took it with pride.

At least.. he tried to.

But the only thing worse than the people in his grade were the ones in *yours*. The glares the cheer team sent his way never went unnoticed, the already self-conscious boy only curling over himself more throughout the years.

He could hardly talk to you inside school anymore, with your presence becoming an honor more than a regular site. It didn't help that his friend was almost always whining about sneaking off to the library to play games on the computers, a sheepish smile on his face as you nodded in understanding.

He knew you were growing up, and that you'd change, that you'd both change. Heeseung told himself it was natural, that he shouldn't feel so bad every time he saw your new friends. People change, and they go with people who suit them. It became increasingly clear to him that you two didn't suit each other after all this time. It was time for your childish interest in your friend's older brother to leave, and for that interest to be with people who suited you. People that weren't Heeseung.

"You don't have to do all this for me"

"But I want to" You smiled, lazily swinging your backpack off your shoulder and placing it on his desk. You took out an old hoodie Heeseung had overgrown (It didn't quite fit you either, but trying to take it from you was like talking to a wall), swiftly sticking your arms through the holes to cover your sweaty cheer uniform.

"Which episode of Mob Psycho were we on?" He sat up, closing his laptop. You hadn't noticed, too busy grabbing materials from your backpack to see his uneasy expression. "15 right?"

"You should be with Yizhuo right now" You glanced up, eyebrows furrowing.

"She's with the team, they're out bowling" You laughed it off, looking back down at the perfume and makeup you had placed on the black wood. He cleared his throat, catching your attention again.

"That's what I mean. You should be out bowling" He offered, watching the way you waved him off with a laugh. "I like hanging out with you, don't worry about it"

"I know you do.." He trailed, Heeseungs expression saying what he didn't have to. You squinted, your hands slowing from your bag.

"Do *you* not like hanging around *me*?"

Before he could clarify, he felt the teenage angst start kicking in. Fuck, fuck! The last thing you needed was the wrong idea, but before he could stop himself from construing his own words puberty went to work.

"I just don't understand why you keep lingering around. you're forcing something that isn't working!" He threw his hands up, watching you mirror the gesture. "You think I'm forcing us? Is that what you really think?"

Heeseung's jaw tensed, of course it wasn't. But it'd be selfish of him to keep you to himself. "If you actually cared you'd leave me alone."

You scoffed, throwing the hoodie back into your bag as you spoke "I told you I wouldn't leave you anytime soon. You never seemed to be bothered by it until now"

"I don't need charity work. You're a cool girl, but you're supposed to be Yizhuo's friend, not mine."

"Y'know what? You're right, I should've been bowling right now. But instead, I'm watching anime with a fucking loser. 'Cause I liked you more than them, my bad for not getting the hint it wasn't mutual"

You gestured to the perfume left on his desk, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. "I don't want it anymore. The scent reminds me of you, tell Ning it's a gift"

You shut his door on the way out, leaving him alone in engulfing silence. Well shit, this isn't remotely what he wanted. Fuck puberty. He'd rather drag you back in here and argue with you than sit by himself, the only thing he had left to think about is your words. You had done exactly what he asked, and he made it impossibly clear what he wanted. So why isn't he happy with the result? Why did it feel like this was gonna come back to bite him? Heeseung was no master of social cues, but even he knew he couldn't text you with a simple 'Hey soz lol I was having a bad day 🙏💯" and expect you to be happy. Making his sister talk to you for him was possibly the second worst idea he had ever had in his 16 years of life (The first was the time he convinced Ningning to get into the toddler swing in middle school. She broke her hip.)

Heeseung felt at a loss for words. At a loss of emotion even, complete suspension of thought in his mind.

He glanced at the perfume, squinting to see what scent it was.

Japanese Cherry Blossom from Bath and Bodyworks. A scent so feminine no man would ever willingly keep it, let alone use it. He had to give it to his sister, he was never gonna be caught *dead* with this in his room.

*spritz*

It was surprisingly strong. No wonder you used it after cheer practice, it makes sense how you never smelt bad even when sitting right next to him, the laptop on each of your thighs so it's an equal viewing experience. The smell was the only comforting thing to Heeseung at this moment, no well in hell he was getting rid of it. He took the bottle and shoved it into the corner of his nightstand: Out of sight out of mind!

--

As Heeseung expected, now that you were out of the equation the teasing went down by a mile. It also helped that any rumors of the two of you were shut down by the entire team, all of them seemingly having a consensus it was no hard feelings. Or at least, a consensus to tell people that. Heeseung also found himself becoming slimmer and gaining muscle, most all his time was devoted to basketball to take his mind off that night.

But moving on would be simply too easy. Whatever God or deity exists was most definitely on your side, or at the very least, not Heeseungs.

When he found out you had gotten with one of his middle school bullies, he was distraught. you had seen how much Sunghoon bothered him every day, the nickname 'barcode boy' still being used on Heeseung all these years later.

Though he and Sunghoon were on decent terms now, he couldn't help but feel as if it was a targeted decision. Getting with someone you knew hated him after having a blow-up fight sure was an odd coincidence at best and bafflingly petty at worst.

"You guys are seriously so cute" Kazuha gushed, your phone in her hand as she took the role of cameraman for your insta.

Sunghoon had his arm wrapped nonchalantly around your shoulders, a peace sign being his attempt at posing for the camera. You puckered your lips, kissing his cheek as the camera flashed. "Thank you, Zuha" You took your phone back, blowing a kiss that she quickly snatched before Sunghoon had a chance. you showed him the photo, smiling up at your boyfriend.

"Still can't believe how long it took for me to realize you liked me"

He shrugged, a sheepish laugh escaping his lips. "Didnt exactly express it well"

Ningning tilted her head "I thought you two hated each other, I know Y/N did for a while"

He shook your shoulder, a proud smile on his face. "Nah, I was just jealous of Heeseung and took it out on him" You tutted at the name drop, the simple mention of him still catches you off guard. Ningning snorts, leaning onto the diner's table in sudden interest. "What? You thought they were into each other?" You nervously laugh along with them, your eyes darting wildly now that your brain has been kicked into high alert with the new conversation topic.

"Still did up till she asked me out"

"God, this is so cheesy" You deflected, your head buried into his chest from embarrassment

Heeseung had arrived a few minutes ago to pick his sister up, watching the conversation in horror. He knew you'd be there, that was a given, but he figured it was a girl hangout and he'd possibly have the chance to talk to you. Instead, you were curled up next to Sunghoon, who had his arm wrapped around your back. The casual mention of his name drove him crazy, he hated how you were no longer protective over him. He hated that he lost your loyalty.

"Speaking of Heeseung, where is he? He should've been here by now"

You stiffened under Sunghoon, resisting the urge to rip away from him and look at your best friend after she offhandedly said he'd be here. Right next to you.

Sunghoon noticed, speaking for you "You need your brother to pick you up?"

"I don't have my license" she reasoned, scrolling through her contacts to find him. "And unlike all of you, I'm on good terms with him"

"Hey! I never hated Heeseung" Kazuha crossed her arms, clearly offended. Ningning looked back up at her, an unimpressed expression on her face "You talked shit about him every time Y/N couldn't join us"

Heeseung almost yelped when his phone audibly rang, revealing his presence at the front entrance. He cleared his throat and shoved his phone into his back pocket, big brother mode turning on.

"I just got here, Gyu was holding me up" The table physically relaxed, a relieved look on everyone's face. Ningning stood up, kissing Kazuha on the cheek while saying her goodbyes. Sunghoon gave Heeseung a short wave, an awkward wave back from the latter before they were on their way.

Heeseung wished that was the worst part about you dating Sunghoon, the fact that they had middle school beef. Something as stupid and trivial as that, and that deep down you were happy and living your best life while he was bitter he wasn't in it.

He wished the worst part wasn't the fact that Sunghoon, your first love, tried to fuck your best friend. Heeseungs little sister.

It certainly didn't help that you gave him a second chance and reassured everyone you knew it'd be a one-time thing. until it wasn't, and you walked in on him and another girl

Heeseung remembered you rushing into their house, broken sobs as you begged for forgiveness from Ningning.

He had just made a new bad decision that had to make the top of the list (beating out the broken hip incident by a long shot), and it was the moment you told Ningning what happened.

His biggest regret was not running out of his room and hugging you, comforting you, just *seeing* you. Instead, he chickened out like he always did.

How many regrets can one person blame on puberty? At what point does it become your personality, just a part of you that you can't deny?

Heeseung listened through a closed door, whispering how he was gonna beat Sunghoons ass into next year. Lies, he knew he couldn't do anything. He was simply the barcode boy, the boy that couldn't stand up for anyone or anything. He felt so useless, wishing he could do more than listen

The cherry on top was he was graduating that year, shipping himself off to university that summer. Without a proper chance to say goodbye, you went 3 years without a single word exchanged with one another.

-

"She's going to some preppy art school an hour away" Ningning complained, throwing herself onto her mattress without a bed frame.

"You'd rather have her come to us with our tuition rate? hard pass" Heeseung was on the opposite side of the room, placing boxes in a miscellaneous order. Ningning rolled over, now on her back as she continued to whine.

"Going to art school on a full-ride scholarship is about as embarrassing as wearing a varsity jacket after high school"

She peered at her brother who was in fact, wearing his varsity jacket after high school.

"Mom paid a lot of money for this!" He reasoned, pointing toward her. "You better watch your mouth before I leave you to unpack by yourself" She sheepishly smiled, mumbling an apology.

"Why do you have so much shit??" He continues to nag, opening the boxes to see what in the world could've made them so heavy and full. "You're gonna end up throwing half of this.." He trails off, not finishing his statement as his attention began to drift. Peeking through one of the box's flaps was a picture frame of the 3 of you. Heeseung could only half listen to what Ningning was saying, too preoccupied with flipping the box's lid with his backhand to get a better view. It's been years and there are absolutely 0 reasons he should still be hung up over you, but the sense of yearning for what could've been has been looming over his head like a notification he couldn't swipe away.

"They're filled with memories you heartless asshole!"

"That's what a hoarder would say" He scoffs, now kneeling over the box with the picture in his hand. Ningning fell silent, pulling herself up to get a better view of Heeseungs dejected sigh. His eyes flashed with so many thoughts and memories she couldn't even begin to imagine what he was thinking.

"She came to the party crying when you guys had that fight. She kept asking me if you never liked her" His heart sank to his ass, and at that moment he wanted nothing more than to shit out all the guilt pooling in his stomach. "It was for the better, she's happy"

"Have you been happy, Heeseung?"

He closed his lips together, forming a thin line over his teeth before pushing it back out to make a pout. "That's irrelevant"

"Not when she would ask how you were doing every day"

"I thought you were just being a caring sister!" Heeseungs frown was met with Ningnings evil cackle, putting her elbows on the bed and sliding so she was on her stomach.

"God no!" She snorted, tilting her head as if a thought bubble had appeared on the side of her temple. "it was always 'Is Heeseung okay? what's he up to? Has he made any new friends?' and I'd always have to be like 'well...'" she trailed, smiling mischievously when she saw his annoyed expression.

"Wait.. she was checking up on me?"

"The whole time." She hummed before shrugging "Not sure if it makes you feel better or worse, but I hope it helps you make the right choice"

He furrows his brows, placing the frame back into the box carefully, and he could barely spare his sister a single glance when his gaze was busy lingering on your giddy smile.

"What choice?"

"She's coming to the party later tonight."

Party was a bit of an overstatement, it was closer to a medium-sized get-together. Now that Ningning was a freshman at her brother's university, he gathered his friends (reluctantly after they practically begged to see her) and some of their acquaintances to hang out at Jake's fraternity house. Although it was optional, everyone was also welcome to bring a plus one. Heeseung had joked she was gonna bring you but hadn't expected her to take it as genuine advice.

"Does she know what it is?" Ningning brought her hand up to her shoulder, shaking it loosely. "So-so??"

Heeseung deadpanned, tilting his head in a final show of how unimpressed he was, leaving Ningning to drop her head with a sigh.

"I'm just saying. I want you to be happy again Seung." She lifted her head back up, and pursed her lips as she thought for a moment. "Y/N wants you to be happy. I'm her carrier pigeon" She finished, finally drawing a short laugh out of her brother.

"Yunjins my plus one" Heeseung breathed out, his expression turning sour at the mention. Ningning furrowed her eyebrows, her mouth tugging itself into an unamused smile. "Okay? You're not trying to fuck my friend are you?"

He quickly shook his head, hands coming up defensively. "No! She just never liked when I was around other girls."

Ningning face curled into disgust at the insinuation "You last talked to her when she was 15, I think she can handle you having a girlfriend."

"Not my girlfriend" He groaned, standing up to resume his task of relocating all the boxes.

"Whatever, just don't be stupid!"

-

An hour into the party, Heeseung was sure his sister had just bluffed. He had yet to spot you, which was embarrassing when he took a good look at himself in the mirror.

He had worn his best sweatshirt, paired with baggy jeans he only wore on special occasions. Though it wasn't obvious to any onlookers, to Heeseung the fact that he had dressed to impress you only reminded him of the anxiousness he possessed as a teenager.

Staring at his reflection, Heeseungs eyes widened once he peered down lower, a strip of pictures you two took in a photobooth sticking out his pocket slightly. Yeah, definitely resembling himself 3 years ago.

Now exiting the bathroom, he could hardly hold back the frown etched on his face, his mood undeniably soured.

"Didn't know you cared so much about losing beer pong" Jake teased, an arm slinging around his friends as the other arm handed him a red solo cup. "Hey, no hard feelings. just had to get back at you for the other day"

Heeseung tried his best to put on a more lighthearted expression, the corner of his lip quirking at the mention of his victory. "I've always been better at basketball" He nonchalantly shrugged, Jake's unimpressed glare working the other corner up into a full smile.

"But seriously, what's with the attitude?" Heeseungs eyes perked up the question, a confused furrow of his eyebrows functioning as a reply. "You look like you wanted to leave since you got here"

"Ah," He started, his gaze faltering when he realized he wasn't as secretive with his emotions as he had hoped. "I just, I dunno.." He continued, open hand going to the crook of his neck as he scratched absentmindedly. "Guess I acted weird cause of someone"

Jake frowned at the vague answer, tutting as he unlinked his arm from the other boy. "You can't wear your best for a girl you've been ignoring all night"

Heeseung winced, slowly moving his eyes from the crowd to his friend. "Am I that obvious?"

"Dude, you are *not* as slick as you think you are." Jake laughed, taking the untouched cup back into his own grasp and taking a sip. "Yunjin thought you were mad at her"

Heeseung blinked, worry turning into confusion. Jake was so incredibly close to hitting the mark, and then completely avoided it in true Jake fashion.

"Well I'm not"

"Tell that to Yunjin, she's been with Yizhuo and her friend the entire time. By the way, do you recognize her? figured I'd ask 'cause no one else does" Jake points to their general direction.

Absolutely nothing could've prepared Heeseung for the sight.

The reason he's been ignoring everyone, the reason he was nervous to show up today, the reason he had a stupid photobooth strip (that had to be at least 5 years old at this point) stuffed in his pocket.

There you were, laughing away with a small group of girls right by the assortment of drinks.

All he could do was gulp, a silent nod was all he could manage. "Knew I should've asked you first! Who is that?" Heeseung was utterly unresponsive, his eyes boring into every inch of you. Jake watched for a moment, cracking a grin eventually. "You're helpless," He chuckled, giving his friend a light shove in your direction. "Go talk to your girl!"

It completely flew over Heeseungs head that Jake had intended to tease him about Yunjin, his mind now coming up with a plan. He had to show he wasn't the same kid he was when you last saw him. He had to prove that he had grown.

And that he was really.. really sorry about that night.

The same question kept repeating in his mind: how can he act cool? What should he do to show you the best first impression he can?

What would Jake do? What would Jake do?! Since Jake always seemed to have a roster at any given moment, Heeseung figured he had to be doing something right. so if he just used the advice from his somewhat womanizing friend...

"Guess who?" He spoke lowly in your ear, covering your eyes with his hands.

Holy shit. Heeseung wanted to curl into a ball and roll off the face of the earth from how corny and absolutely *not cool* he was being.

You softly gasped, arms tugging away at his and turning around in complete shock. "Heeseung?" Your eyes beamed, looking him up and down as if you couldn't believe he was real. Though in a split second, all emotion drained from your face as you glanced back up and made eye contact. "What the hell was that?" He opened his mouth to respond, but he was quickly cut off by Yunjin.

"You guys know each other?" Her curious glance at the close proximity made the moment suddenly awkward, both of you nodding wordlessly.

The question was.. hard to answer. With your complicated relationship, neither of you were sure how exactly to answer without going into detail.

"We grew up together" Although you said it as more of a question than a confident response, you earned a nod of approval from both Ningning and Heeseung. you turned back to Yunjin, smiling as you took his arms and crossed them over your shoulders to prevent him from running away.

"This is the first time he's ever approached me first actually" The passive-aggressive comment had made one thing clear to him: you were most definitely still mad at him.

"Really? He's not that shy.." Yunjin looked back up to the boy for confirmation, earning a sheepish laugh.

"I used to be"

"Aww, that sounds kinda cute" She smiled, eyes never leaving his. Ningning groaned, a waving hand in dismissal

"Can you guys *please* not flirt at my party? Save it for the ride home"

You turned around, an unreadable expression as you glanced at Heeseung. He blinked as if he was asking you a question with his eyes, one you answered with an annoyed eye roll. "Looks like there's some catching up to do"

Ningning's eyes rose in realization, mouth forming an 'o' as she slowly nodded. "I guess I never told you, did I?"

"Let's not talk about it right now! It's so embarrassing" Yunjin had a shy smile, staring down at her cup with a finger circling the rim.

Your eyes never left Heeseungs, a passive-aggressive smile stabbing daggers into him. "A *lot* of catching up."

you let go of his wrists, waving a short bye before signaling to the bathroom. As if Heeseung was in a trance, he watched dumbly before walking after you wordlessly. He resembled a puppy as he mindlessly followed wherever you went, waiting outside the restroom with an awkward lean against the wall.

When you exited, your eyes widened with another unreadable expression. You had since stopped your motion of rubbing the excess water onto your skirt, arms crossing as though you were about to say some snarky remark to Heeseung. He cleared his throat, trying his damn best to fake nonchalance. The one question popping in his head over and over: What would Jake do?

"Didn't notice you there" You snorted, face visibly relaxing. "You didn't?"

His demeanor faltered, hands combing through his hair as Heeseung longingly glanced away. "Nah."

You took a wide step to the left, using your hands to gesture to the room behind you. He blinked, unsure of what your body language is implying.

"If you're not here for me, you need to use the bathroom." Heeseung eyes slightly widened, his eyebrows jerking upward before it falls back to his neutral expression. Your eyes crinkle as you smile, stepping back in front of him. "You're the exact same dork you were when I last saw you."

He couldn't mask his expression this time, his eyebrows furrowing in worry and his eyes now losing focus.

There's no way he was the same person. That's not possible, not when everyone treats him so differently. He must have changed drastically if he went from being bullied to having a best friend in a fraternity.

"I am?" You nod, your hard expression softening into a chuckle.

"I can still read you like a book."

"You can?"

"You've never been good at hiding secrets anyways, but you did the thing you always do when you're caught in a lie"

His mouth falls open, the defensive mode automatically kicking in for him. "I don't do anything when I lie" The teenage angst was about to take over until Heeseungs parted mouth closed, realizing what had just happened within his brain.

Fuck, maybe he hasn't changed.

You mimick the eyebrow flicking, your eyes widening and your eyebrows quirking up like a twitch.

"Is that you trying to hit on me?"

"Were *you* trying to hit on *me* when you did it?" You both blink for a moment, the pause only catapulting the two of you into a fit of laughter.

[helenabuu32]

Hey! I haven’t been on tumblr for probably over a decade at this point, so this is my first post introducing myself to get back into it!

My name is Bea! I’m Canadian, 25f, Pagan, bi and used to be a full time artist (polymer clay, jewelry, painting, drawing, etc). I’ve always liked writing self insert fanfics for my own enjoyment when I can’t find a fic to scratch a particular itch, and always thought it would be fun to run an ask blog where I can take requests or post my own hcs, drabbles/oneshots, and even some art for my favourite characters!

My current 24/7 obsession is JJBA, especially Golden Wind, and specifically, Leone Abbacchio. My favourite parts are 3 and 5 and I’m currently on part 6 of the anime! Other anime’s I love are Fruits Basket, Dragon Ball, Darker than Black, Inuyasha and much more that I cannot think of atm.

I also love Buffy, The Boys, and have been enjoying Invincible and most recently The Bear! I love video games and I’m a huge Nintendo nerd - Twilight Princess is my favourite game of all time and I love LoZ and animal crossing! Also love stuff like Stardew Valley and casual horror games. Baldurs Gate 3 and DND stuff are super awesome too. As far as music goes, I’d say I’m an alt/punk rock gal but here are my favourite bands: MCR, Nirvana, Sublime, Gorillaz, One-Eyed Doll, Evanescence. I do also indulge in late 90’s/2000’s pop!

Here’s some characters I would LOVE to write for if anyone would like to give me a chance!

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure:

Part 2: Joseph Joestar, Caesar

Part 3: Jotaro Kujo, old Joseph Joestar, Kakyoin, Polnareff, Avdol

Part 5: Bucciarati, ABBACCHIO, Mista, Fugo, Narancia, Giorno and Trish (this is the part/fandom I’d love to write for most ATM)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

Buffy, SPIKE, Angel, Willow, Xander, Cordelia, Giles, Oz, Tara, Anya, Dawn

The Boys:

BUTCHER, Frenchie, Kimiko, MM, Hughie, would love to do some HCs for the 7 too!

Fruits Basket:

Literally everyone, but Kyo, Hatsuharu, Hatori and Ayame are favs

Stardew Valley:

I would honestly write HCs for anyone but I would love to do stuff for SEBASTIAN, Sam, Abigail, Leah, Elliott, Maru, Shane, Penny, Harvey….basically any romancable character!

I’ll update when I can think of more characters as well!

Since this blog is a clean slate, I’ll most likely follow anyone back but I do ask that we keep mutuals to 18+ please! I’m honestly pretty lonely when it comes to talking to people about fandom stuff so I would love to make some friends on here and my messages and asks will always be open :)

[fluffyzoey]

Started writing a oneshot where Grace asks for a cup of hot water at Beanies and Zoey hands her a cup of coffee and watches as Grace goes through all 5 stages of grief and then basically reaches nirvana

[kit-walk3r]

hii can you do an imagine where kit or tate is ashamed about his scars but we reassure him we love him scars or no scars and kiss every one of his scars to show him?? very fluffy, thank you!!!!!!!

Hey, thank you for the request! I’ve written a lot of Kit recently so I made this one about Tate.

Scars (Tate Langdon x fem!reader)

After finding Tate doing the unthinkable to himself you try to make sure he knows just how much you love him.

Warnings: Strong feature of self harm, both the act of and discussion. Please be warned.

Note: This is pre-death Tate. Also, I did actually previously write a oneshot about Tate’s self harm which you can read here. This will kind of link to that. Please be careful reading this if you have triggers.

You found out by accident. You know Tate never would have told you otherwise. He was rather secretive, and although you’d been getting to know each other the past few months and had grown rather close he still didn’t disclose much about himself. You’d been trying to get him to open up more, after all you’d told him a lot about you, but the most personal stuff you’d got out of him was that he had a brother and a sister. Besides that, it was all superficial stuff like his love for Nirvana and interest in birds. Tate was clearly very private, and although you respected that you just wished that he trusted you more.

Tate hadn’t been at school that day, and you were worried about him. He would usually meet you at your locker, but that morning he wasn’t there. And then later on he wasn’t in class and didn’t find you for lunch either. You spent the day distracted and worried about him, so as soon as the bell rang signalling the end of the school day you were out of the building and heading straight in the direction of Tate’s house. You hadn’t been before, but everyone knew that Tate lived in the infamous Murder House so you knew exactly where to go.

You politely knocked on the door and waited patiently for a response. After a few moments it opened, revealing a blonde woman stood smoking a cigarette. This must be Tate’s mom, you presumed. “Yes?” Her voice sounded bored.

“Hi,” you greeted politely. “I’m Y/N. I was just wondering if Tate was home?”

The woman said nothing, and instead turned around. “Tate!” She called out loudly.

No response.

Tate’s mom turned back around and sighed. “He’s probably up in his room listening to his hooligan music,” she said. She opened the door further. “Please, come in.”

You stepped inside, taking in the grandness of the house. It was hauntingly beautiful.

“Feel free to go on up. His room is on the top floor.” Tate’s mom said, motioning to the spiral staircase. “Maybe you can talk some damn sense into him,” she muttered before walking off.

Following his mom’s direction, you made your way up to Tate’s room. You wished you could embrace the house’s beauty, but you knew of what dark atrocities had happened here, and couldn’t help but feel unnerved as you walked through the halls.

Top floor, Tate’s mom had said. As you reached it you could hear the loud, echoing beats of Nirvana, no wonder he didn’t respond when his mom called for him. The sound of the music was practically deafening. You knocked on what you presumed was his bedroom door, since it was where the music was coming from, and waited. There was no response, so you tried again. Still nothing.

You let out a slight chuckle when you came to the conclusion that he probably just couldn’t hear you. You knew that when Tate was listening to his music he could drift off into his own world and that was probably what had happened right now. And naively, you presumed that he wouldn’t mind if you came in, that he would be happy to see you. So, you twisted the door handle and opened the door to Tate’s room before stepping inside.

You didn’t expect to find what you saw.

Tate was sat cross-legged on his bed, oblivious to your new presence. In front of him was a small, open box, next to it was a handful of crumpled tissues. The tissues were stained red.

On the bed, Tate was looking down at his arm. His sweater sleeve was rolled up to his elbow and he was holding something small and shiny to his wrist. Your expression changed quickly from one of amusement to one of horror as you watched Tate drag the small, silver object across his pale skin, revealing a thin red line that quickly grew thicker.

“Tate?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you took in the sight before you, but somehow it was still enough for Tate to hear you above the music.

Tate’s eyes widened when he saw you standing there and realised what you had just seen. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He raised his voice. “Get out!” He jumped up from the bed and motioned to the door. “Get out!” Tate repeated.

Instinctively you thought you should get out of there, but your eyes were drawn to the sight of blood trickling down Tate’s wrist and it made you stop. Tate was hurting, he was in pain and you couldn’t just leave him. He was starting to freak out and you were scared about what he’d do in his panicked state if you were to leave. So you stayed.

You edged towards him, eyes full of sympathy. “Tate, what are you doing?” Your voice was soft. You outstretched your arms, wanting to pull Tate in and give him a hug but he did not reciprocate this feeling, and instead pulled away out of your reach.

“Go away,” Tate grumbled. He was no longer shouting, but his voice still had a bitter harshness to it.

“Tate, it’s okay,” You tried to sound reassuring.

“I said go away!” Tate shouted again and you paused for a moment, wondering if maybe you should leave. But the blood caught your eye again and you knew you wanted to help Tate.

You continued to walk towards him, but this time he was no longer pulling away. He just watched you walk towards him, a weird look in his eye, like a cross between sadness, fear and anger.

“Let’s clean this up,” you said softly, lightly grasping Tate’s hand. “Where’s your bathroom?”

Tate realised that there was no use in trying to get you to leave, so accepted defeat and led you to the bathroom next to his bedroom.

You motioned for Tate to take a seat on the toilet before opening the cupboard above the sink and looking for something to clean up Tate’s cuts. You found a small box filled with bandaids, wipes and tissues amongst other things. Perfect.

Turning back to Tate, you knelt down so that you were level with him and pulled out a couple of tissues. You carefully began to clean up the blood that had trickled down his arm, internally wincing at the sight of multiple scars decorating his skin. Your heart ached at the thought of Tate hurting himself this badly and you felt an urge to protect him. You hated that he was feeling this way.

Tate was silent as you cleaned up his cuts. He didn’t even flinch when you cleaned the cuts themselves with a wet wipe, even though you could imagine that the feeling stung. “We need to make sure these don’t get infected,” you said. Tate didn’t say anything.

When the blood was fully cleared you saw the extent of what Tate was doing to himself. “Oh, Tate,” you sighed sadly, not knowing what else to say. You pulled a bandaid out of the box and placed it precisely over the fresh marks Tate had left today. Then, you ever so gently pressed a kiss to it, before grasping his hand and giving it a comforting squeeze.

“I didn’t want you to see this,” Tate muttered, barely audible.

“Why?” You asked, running your thumb over the back of his hand in a comforting manner.

“It’s not exactly attractive,” Tate laughed humourlessly. “And I wanted you to like me.”

“And you think me finding out that you… hurt yourself would make me dislike you?” Tate stayed silent. You sighed. “Tate, that’s not true. This doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“You sure?” Tate asked. He looked down at the scars scattering his forearm. “They’re kinda gross.”

You hated hearing Tate talk about himself in such a way and wished he would stop. But you couldn’t force him to, there was no such way. Instead you just had to let him know that you were there for him, always.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of,” you said softly, looking him in the eye. You could see a sadness in his eyes and knew that he didn’t believe you.

Using the grip you still had on his hand, you lightly tugged Tate’s arm towards you. Then, just like before when you put on the bandaid, you gently pressed your lips to the inner skin of his wrist, above one of his scars. Your gaze flickered up and you could see Tate looking down at you, eyes watering slightly. You smiled at him before pressing another kiss to his arm just below the bandaid. Then another one further down, and another one further down. You made sure that you kissed every one of his scars, wanting to convey how loved he was by you and how his marks didn’t repulse you or make you hate him.

“You’re not gross, Tate,” you murmured as you looked him in the eye again. A single tear was rolling down his cheek and you wiped it with your forefinger. “I love you. And this,” you squeezed his hand. “Doesn’t change a thing.”

Tate shakely smiled.

“Shall we go lay down?” You offered, and Tate nodded. He stood up and pulled you back in the direction of his bedroom. He looked down awkwardly at the remaining things on his bed he’d been using to hurt himself before quickly shoving them away in a drawer, out of sight.

You kicked your shoes off and took a seat on the bed. Tate joined you, but instead of laying next to you or maybe curling himself around you he laid so that his head was resting in your lap. You smiled down at him and comfortingly began to run a hand through his mop of blonde hair.

“Why do you do it?” You asked quietly after a few minutes of silence.

Tate shrugged. He stayed silent for a moment before finally answering. “The Indians believed that blood holds all the bad spirits,” he said, with very little emotion in his voice. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the relevance. He continued. “Once a month in ceremonies they would cut themselves to let the spirits go free.” He paused. “It’s smart.”

Your hand stopped moving through Tate’s hair. “And you think you have bad spirits?”

Tate nodded. He didn’t respond or elaborate for a while. “I just have all these bad thoughts,” Tate finally said, sniffling, and you realised he was crying. It was as if someone had flipped a switch and all of Tate’s emotions had come flooding back. “And I can’t stop them.”

“Like what?” You asked, concerned. You started playing with his hair again.

“I can’t tell you,” Tate shook his head. “You’d hate me.”

“I wouldn’t hate you,” you said reassuringly.

“You would,” Tate disagreed.

“I just want to help you,” You tried to comfort him.

“Don’t!” Tate snapped, sitting up abruptly.

You were taken aback by Tate’s sudden outburst. You didn’t mean to pry, you just wanted to be supportive, and you worried that you might have upset Tate more.

“Sorry,” Tate mumbled. He wiped his eyes. “It’s just… If you knew the stuff that went on in my head, you’d be running.”

You sighed. “Tate, look at me,” you said softly. Tate shook his head and turned it away. You sighed and gave his hands a tight squeeze. “Tate, please. Look at me.”

Tate didn’t move. You thought you were never going to get through to him, but then he slowly turned and looked up at you. His eyes were red from the tears and his cheeks were damp and your heart broke. “You don’t have any bad spirits,” you said. “You’re not a bad guy.”

“But what if I do? What if I am?” Tate asked brokenly. “The places my mind goes… it scares me.”

“You’re not a bad person,” you repeated. “And I’m not scared of you. I just want to be here for you, to help you.”

Tate sniffled and wiped his eyes.

“Will you let me help you?” You asked quietly.

He nodded.

You laid back down, and Tate joined you. He curled up next to you on his side and you wrapped your arms around him, as if trying to protect him from the world.

“I’m here. And I love you. And I’m not going anywhere,” you said with certainty.

- - -

Perhaps Tate was right all along.

•———•

Okay this ended up being angsty and fluffy but I hope this was okay! Tate’s mental health is something that I’ve always found interesting and wanted to see explored more so I do find it interesting to write about. Thanks for the request!

Requests are still open!

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[peanutbutter-doodles]

KISS MASTERLIST 18+

Only full fics are going on here but i will post a link to the mini fics collestion and kiss oneshots!

SO HERE WE GO!

Reminder : Don't take my works and reposts it as your own, that's shitty. if you don't like it, don't read it. Simple~

However if you do like it, you can share it, Comment, make fanart if ya want. Anything is appreciative~

What i'll write : Smut, fluff, angst, gore, kinks (depending on what they are), Monster fucking, Priests, etc. if i ever write somethin risky, i'll tag it!

I won't write anything Vile or too disturbing!

Anyway here's the list~

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Kiss :

As you wish, Starlight. - Gene/Paul

Beauty and the Beast - Peter/Ace

I Can't quit you - Gene/Ace

I Wouldn't Change a Thing about it - Velvet/Paul

Take me to Nirvana, Sweet Nirvana. - Gene/Paul/Venom

That's How, Momma Likes it! - Velvet/Paul

Let me worship, You. The Star Prince. - Velvet/Paul

I may be A monster, But I'm Not that Kind of A Monster - Gene/Ace

The Shining Star, His Shining Star - Gene/Paul

Mating Press- Velvet/Paul

The Park - Velvet/Paul

Glass of Water - Eric s./Reader

The fisting - Gene s./Reader

You're Mine, Angel - Velvet/Paul

link to all my fics, so far!

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Kiss one shots

Butters mini fics collection

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Butters~

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

el tejano - habbey oneshot

(this is inspired by the song el tejano by lauv and sofia reyes. you don't really need to know the song/lyrics to read it, but it would probably give context for certain details)

The grating sound of a creaky window being opened filled the dorm room, replacing the sound of Deuce aggressively typing up an essay that was due later that week. He didn’t look up, as he knew it was his closest companion, sneaking through the window. Was there even a curfew on weekends? No, but what Heath didn’t know wouldn’t hurt. 

Heath climbed into the room and threw himself down on his roommate’s bed, sighing dramatically. Deuce kept his eyes on his laptop and paid him no mind. Heath sat up and sighed even louder, which sounded more like a strangled scream.

Deuce chuckled to himself and rolled his desk chair towards the bed. He reached out to stop the chair from hitting the footboard and smiled at his best friend.

“Well, someone sure wants my attention,” Deuce said smugly.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Ask me how my day was!” Heath kicked off his shoes and brought his legs up to sit cross-legged. 

“And you can’t just tell me, because…?”

“Because…suspense,” Deuce rolled his eyes, “and because no one else asked how my day was going the entire time I was out,” Heath said with a slight pout.

“Fine,” Deuce turned around to sit backward in his chair and crossed his arms over the back, “How was your day, Heath?”

Heath flailed his hands in excitement, “Great question!” Deuce held back a laugh, “I went to the park, made friends with some zombie dogs, and saw a flyer for this new nightclub place for teens. I went because, duh, and it was decorated to have this beachy vibe and I love the beach.”

Deuce nodded along, “Mhm…”

“And I stayed there for the rest of the night. but, there’s more!” Heath clapped his hands together. 

“How can there be more if you stayed there all night?” 

“I met a girl! I, Heath Burns, met a girl!” 

“Huh, good for you, man,” Deuce pushed himself off the bed and attempted to keep writing his paper.

“Wait, wait, I gotta tell you all about it,” Heath climbed off the bed and headed towards his side of the room, just barely saving himself from tripping over his sneakers. 

“Fine, but I gotta finish this,” Deuce gestured to his open document, “I promise I’m listening, go ahead.”

Heath plopped down into his own desk chair, “So you know Nirvana right? That human band?” Deuce hummed and nodded. ���Apparently, there are Spanish covers of their songs, which is a sentence I never thought I’d say, but they were, like, the majority of the playlist.”

Deuce furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Heath, “Nirvana of all bands has multiple covers in Spanish?” 

“Yuh, and me and the girl just danced to them and talked all night. What did we talk about?” Heath didn’t wait for Deuce to answer, “Great question”.

Deuce chuckled to himself as he finished a paragraph. 

“I learned a lot about her, like, she’s from the Himalayas, and she actually knows some of the same people we do. She knows Cleo and Lagoona and even Clawdeen, isn’t that so interesting?” Deuce nodded absentmindedly. “She even asked me if I watched that human show, um…” Heath searched his brain for the title, “Friends! That’s it!” 

“Oh, that show about the six friends in the coffee shop or whatever?” Deuce leaned back in his chair looking over his last couple of paragraphs. 

“Yeah! I told her that Phoebe was probably my favorite character so far.”

“The blonde one?” Deuce asked.

“Mhm, and she actually agreed with me and we laughed and laughed.”

“How did you of all people, no offense, get a girl to talk to you and dance with you? For such a long period of time?” Deuce started a new paragraph and slightly laughed at the idea of Heath fumbling over his words trying to ask a girl to dance.

“Well actually, you jerk, she came up to me. I had just ordered some salsa for my chips, I had chips, I didn’t think it was important to mention, and she walked up to me. She asked if she could sit with me and try some of my food.”

“And you let her, because only you would share your food with an absolute stranger,” Deuce said, saying the last part under his breath.

“I heard that, and yes, I did. She sat down and asked me if the salsa was mild. I stupidly said that it was hotter than mild because I thought it would impress her but turns out she has problems with hot food. Deuce, I almost scared her away!”

Deuce couldn’t keep his laughs quiet anymore and let a loud guffaw leave his mouth, “See, this is why I didn’t believe that you were able to keep her interested enough to dance with you.” 

“Rude, but I quickly took it back and said it was a joke. She stayed, thank gods, and then one of the Nirvana covers came on, she pulled me to the dance floor, I, of course, had to keep my fire under control, and the rest is the greatest love story to ever take place.”

“Sounds like an amazing night, Heath. What was her name?” Deuce finished up his final paragraph and hit save. Should he have proofread it? Sure, but he might as well give the end of Heath’s story his full attention.

“Yeah...about that, once the club got closer to closing time, she left pretty quickly, and I never…actually caught her name…” 

Deuce stopped moving. He did not hear that right, he couldn't have, “You don't,” Deuce closed his eyes in preparation for disappointment, “know her name?” 

“No, I do not,” Deuce could practically hear the sheepish look Heath had on his face as he spoke. 

Deuce did a sharp inhale and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I mean this in the nicest way possible, dude, you're hopeless.” 

“Yeah, I know. But what matters is that she seemed to be having fun and I know I had fun,” Heath got out of his chair and started to change into his pajamas. “That’s a win in my book.” 

“A win is a win,” Deuce reluctantly said. 

Heath finished getting dressed and sprawled out on his bed, “I wonder if she’s thinking about me right now.”

“Maybe, Heath, maybe.”

In a dorm room, on the other side of the school was a blue-skinned girl and her friends gathered in a circle. Giggles left the friends’ mouths as the girl spoke.

“He assured me that the salsa wasn’t actually that hot and so I tried it, it was really good, and we just hit it off right away,” it was hard for Abbey to keep her excitement in check as she recounted the story of the boy she had met that night. 

“And then what happened?” Lagoona chirped.

“Then the music changed and I dragged him to the dance floor,” Abbey took a second to chuckle to herself, “He was such a bad dancer,” another chuckle fell from her lips.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Ghoulia reached a hand to Abbey’s knee in comfort.

“No, no, it was endearing. I loved how bad he was at dancing because he knew he was bad but he was so confident about it. It made me laugh.”

Ghoulia hummed and took her hand away. 

“Ya know, orange skin, red hair, I think I know the guy you’re talking about,” Cleo, who had been trying to act like she didn’t think Abbey’s story was absolutely adorable, finally chimed in to the conversation, “What was his name again?”

“Oh, I never actually asked for it. I didn’t tell him mine either. Guess that wasn’t my smartest move,” Abbey said, giggling to herself. 

“You utter fool,” Cleo reprimanded her but couldn’t stay mad at her very happy friend. 

“Yeah, I know. But I had so much fun, guys, and I think he did too. I swear I saw his hair become fire for a second when we were dancing.” 

Cleo definitely knew who the guy was by now but she held her words. Why ruin the moment by letting everyone know that Abbey was dancing with Cleo’s ex’s best friend? Besides, it was bound to be funny when the two would inevitably run into each other when classes started in a couple days.

[littleeyesofpallas]

i brought it up in the tags of a random reblog but I can't believe the digital colorist for the Hell Arc oneshot went with a weird purple color for Szayel's hellbound robes? (and in general the color choices on the gaki were ugly as sin) the obvious choice to me seemed to be orange, because it's both a common and iconic color for that kind of over the shoulder buddhist robe that would tie into Bleach's cosmology, but also the iconic orange robes of the Abashiri prison, something Yamamoto's bankai also seemed to have referenced.

They're prisoners not just of "hell" in the sense that jigoku etymologically is a literal "prison", but prisoners of the wheel of reincarnation, which is the basis of what buddhism and the search enlightenment and nirvana is, an escape from the cycle of suffering that is life the death.

[frickingnerd]

nobody believes date got a girlfriend

pairing: kaname date x fem!reader

summary: none of his co-workers believe kaname date when he tells them he is dating you..

tags: wholesome & silly fluff, established romantic relationship, date's colleagues are here (boss, ryuki + mizuki), late to a date

"i'm telling you, she's real!"

date scrolled through pictures on his phone, showing off his s/o other to his co-workers, who just shook their heads in disbelief. 

"are you sure that those aren't just some pictures you got off the internet, date?"

boss raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms in front of her chest, as she stared at the pictures on date's phone. that girl seemed way out of his league, so it was hard to believe date was really dating her.

"not you too, boss…"

date sighed defeated.

"mizuki has said the same thing! she accused me of taking this picture of a girl from the cabaret club… but i promise, she's a completely normal and real girl!"

ryuki wasn't completely convinced by date's story yet, but he wanted to believe him. or at least try to believe him! 

"when are we going to meet her then?"

ryuki asked, taking a sip out of his coffee and leaning back in his chair. date glanced at his phone again, calculating the time in his head until you'd arrive at his workplace. 

"she wanted to pick me up after work for a date" he lets his colleagues know, grinning excitedly. "so she should be here in a couple minutes!"

despite date saying it was going to take just a couple minutes, it ended up taking much longer. after ten minutes you still hadn't arrived, nor had you answered his calls. half an hour later, it started to get embarrassing and the first few people had already given up and were heading home. it took another fifteen minutes on top of that for you to finally show up – by that point nobody was waiting for you anymore. everyone had just assumed that date lied and went home. 

when you parked your car in front of the police station and stepped out, you greeted date with a short kiss. 

"sorry i'm so late, i've gotten into a traffic jam…"

you sighed and took your boyfriend's hand, softly smiling at him. 

"i hope it wasn't too bad waiting for me…"

date just forced a smile on his lips as he recalled the faces of his co-workers as they headed home one by one, all giving up on him that pitiful look…

"n-no, don't worry! waiting wasn't that bad…"

[drashwars]

hi !! im nat or dako, but drash works too !!

i am 14 & an age regressor ★ i write as well

i use she/he (no preference) and im a female :-)

i am a natalie / nat scatorccio fictionkin !! ☆

some of my interests are . . .

yellowjackets, sophie thatcher, paramore, thobm,

thohh, you (tv), fnaf (all media), taylor swift,

pavement, nirvana, tlou (both games), and more

requests are open !

things i can do consist of oneshots, paci icons, dni banners, headcanons, rants, and more

[lvst4lifee]

UPDATED PROFILE INTRODUCTION!

"hell is a teenage girl"

Blogger introduction PPL I WRITE FOR AT END!

name: i don't feel comfortable sharing my name so you can just refer to me as "C" l

ittle facts: leo, infp(i am insane), bi, metalhead, baby bat and getting into riot grrrl fasion and subcaulture, regulus black defender till i die, in love with rockstars dead and alive,she/her!

𖤐;--- likes: art, poetry, classic ligature, music, rock/metal, metallica, cat person forever 𓃠, my room, my cats, wrighting, online moots, my baby brother, my mom 🫀, horror, witchcraft, vintage pornography,

𖤐;--- Dislikes: people, people who bully people for being different, alt people who bully other alt ppl on fasion or makup as if they dont get bullied by others enough, posers, the plaid pants vaping in the girls washroom type, people who wear band tees that either dont know its a band or dont listen to the band at all, milk chocolate, meat, any fish but salmon, homaphobic/racist/sexiest/transphobic people, all men/boys exept for the od few in my family and hot roclstars and actors.

𖤐socails𖤐

i use pintrest, spotify and tiktok. May one day put it here

request : currently opened

NO!

things i will NOT be writing abt

kinks including, pet play, piss, scat etc

underage age/minor smut and/or minor x none minor

(im very sorry about this one and i somtimes will try to wright it. m/m. As a female with a female body it's hard to wright in male pov or about reader with male gentals. I somtimes will try my best if its nothing to crazy or i have extra time and am up to it but it is very difficult alltho i want everyone to be included BUT i can do a bit better on gender nutreal/ no pronoun use if i cant do male!

pedophilia ( i am not sorry about this)

any type of rape kink. If a reader specifically wants a angest metioning it to cope with their experience i can try but ive never done it before so im not sure how comfortable i'd be. understand that when im not comfortable with smth i can not wright it but i give my condolences.

none concent that isnt CNC

if you have a request that isn't included here let me know and i'll get back to u if it's smth i do or not but keep in mind i am comfortable with:

f/f ex: female reader x courtney love

smut

bdsm

just rlly kinky shit in general

angest

fluff

ect...

finally the best part!! WHO I MANLY WRIGHT FOR

🦇 K I R K H A M M E T T 🦇

☆ any era

☆ i wright for all of metallica but mainly kirk ngl

G U N S N R O S E S

☆ Steven

☆ Izzy

☆ Axl

☆ Slash

☆ Duff

M Ö T L E Y C R Ü E

☆ Tommy mostlt.. but any of them is fine!

M E T A L L I C A

☆Cliff

☆Kirk

☆james

☆Lars

☆Jason

☆Rob

... lots more including

hole

nirvana

Rory clukin characters (we love a whimpering king)

rlly wtvr ur heart desires if i know it i will if not i'll do research and possibly do it!

please be a little specific when requsting

Ex: can you wright load kirk x fem reader smut where....

i'll do oneshots or headcannons so u can put little rants of what your thinking with the person

Ex: i cant stop thinking about early met kirk with...

(this is not edited and will probably continue to be updated)