#please don't tear me to bits for this I'm genuinely just really surprised!

[conkers-thecosy]

I am not illegally watching baseball, but if I was, I would say how incredibly jarring I find american adverts?? What is this?? Why are they so loud? Why is the colour saturation like That? Did I just see an advert for a hospital??? It's no wonder you guys are so stressed out! I'm stressed out and I've been watching it for like an hour!!

[hanniebaeee]

Pierced

Lee Know x fem!reader

Warnings: a bit smutty? body piercing, kissing, a bit of Hyunlix in the end (because why not!) MDNI

Genre: fluff, suggestive, established relationship

Summary: Minho comes home from Chan's bachelor party with a rather interesting piercing on his body.

You are preparing dinner when you hear the front door open. Excited, you rush out of the kitchen to see Minho walking in, slowly taking his backpack off. He had been away for Chan's bachelor party, and it's been a good few days of fun with the boys.

The minute your eyes land on him, you know something is up. He nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees you coming out of the kitchen.

'Hey, babe.' he said with an overly casual smile. Why was he sweating so much?

You narrowed your eyes at him.

'Is everything ok?' You ask, approaching him slowly.

He scratches the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.

'W-what do you mean? I didn’t do anything.'

'Oh my God.' You breathe. 'I know that face. What did you do, Lee Minho?'

Minho sighed almost dramatically, his shoulders slumping.

'Baby-'

'Minho, you're scaring me.' You say, stepping closer. 'Are you hurt? Are you sick or something?'

'Baby, no, no. I'm fine.' Minho is shaking his head, and he pulls you into a hug.

'What's it then?' You ask, your voice muffled against his chest.

He let's go, and you take a step back.

'Please don't be mad.' He says softly.

You raise an eyebrow and say, 'No promises. Now, spill.'

'It was a drunken dare. We just got so drunk and everyone did stuff, so I couldn't say no, I mean, I was so drunk. And I swear I'll get rid of it. I swear I will. Just-' Minho rambles, his cheeks pink and brow glistening with sweat.

'Get rid of what?' you ask, now genuinely curious.

Minho takes a deep breath, steeling himself. Then, with a wince, he lifts his shirt to reveal something that was definitely not there when he left.

Piercing his left nipple was a small, silver ring.

Your eyes widen in surprise and you cover your mouth with your hand. You stare at the little silver ring, speechless for a moment. Then, you burst out into laughter.

Minho’s face is as red as a tomato, and he's so embarrassed, he just wanted to die.

'YAH! It's not funny! It hurt like hell, so I only got one done. So yeah.' Minho let his shirt fall back into place before giving you a look.

'Baby this priceless!' You say, wiping the tears off the corners of your eyes.

'Right. I'm just gonna go get it removed.' Minho says as he starts walking towards your bedroom.

'What why?!' You ask and he gives you a surprised look.

'What do you mean why?'

'I mean, it looks really... hot.'

Minho stares at you as you stutter and look away.

'Baby, what do you have in mind?' He asks and takes a step closer and your cheeks burn as you shake your head.

'Um, nothing?' Your voice is way too small and shaky for it to be nothing.

Your sudden change had his confidence sky rocketing. He smirks as your eyes meet, and he asks, 'Do you wanna touch it?'

You give him a wide eyed look, even though you're dying to do more than just touch it.

'Maybe?' You say, and he's grinning, as he steps closer, his body now pressed to yours.

'Touch me, then.'

You swallow in nervousness, and slowly lift his shirt up. He's watching you with a little smile on his face, as you trace a finger gently around the silver ring.

He takes in a shaky breath as you touch it, and you look at him for confirmation that this is ok.

'It's still a little sensitive.' Minho whispers, his breath hitching as your finger teased the piercing.

You tug at the ring gently and he moans. He just moans a really loud moan. And you just lose your mind over how sweet he sounds. You take a bold step, and bend a little, capturing the nipple between your lips, tugging lightly on the ring.

Minho's hands wrap around you, his fingers slipping into your hair as he holds you close. That's permission enough for you to suckle and nip at him.

'Fuck, that feels good.' he moans, his head falling back in pleasure.

You smile against his skin, loving the way he responded to your every touch. You tease the piercing with your tongue, licking and flicking it gently. You look up at him and slowly kiss up his chest and neck. His skin is so warm and soft under your lips. You suck at the spot under his ear, and Minho is shivering as pleasure courses through him.

He's quickly grabbing your hair, pulling you back, as he attaches his lips to yours, kissing you roughly. He pushes you against the wall and kisses you with so much love and need, it has your knees shaking. You hand slips under his shirt and you touch his other nipple gently pinching it between your fingers.

'You're driving me crazy.' Minho breathes, his hips bucking forward for some friction. Then without warning, he just lifts you off the ground, his strong arms holding you tightly as he takes you to your bedroom.

Chan: So, you still alive...or?

Minho: Alive and well. You won't believe it, but she kinda loved it?

Ferret: She whaaaat??

Chan: Oh thank God. If you're safe, she probably won't kill me 🙏

Yongbokie: Ah, she's the coolest🩷

Minho: I don't think she wants me to take it off

Chan: Keep it, you cried a lot getting it🤣

Jagi2: Oh yeah🤣🤣

Binnie: 🤣🤣

Pup: 🤣🤣

Makne: You're so lucky!

Yongbokie: Does this mean I can send her the pictures and videos?

Minho: What NO!

Minho: YONGBOK

Yongbokie: Oops.

Minho turns around as he sees you cackling into your phone, and sighs.

Minho: Yongbok how did you do that in under a second? LIKE HOW?!

Ferret: His hands may be tiny, but they are magic

Pup: Of course you'll know, won't you😈

Yongbokie: HYUNJIN.

Ferret: Ok bye

a/n: written in a haze, sorry for any errors!

[ddejavvu]

thinking ab spencer fucking you and you being so loud bc like it's so fucking good??? obviously?? and he's like so surprised like is it actually that good or you exaggerating 🤨and you're just like why did you stop and getting all whiny :(( but no he's just literally a sex god <33 maybe this is s7 spence 🫢🫢 or s1-2?? anyways can you tell i NEED him really bad

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Spencer thinks the way that your nails dig into his back is a bit much. It's not that he doesn't like it, of course, he does. But he can't fathom why you're doing it.

What had started as sensitive mewls and stifled gasps into the skin of his neck have now become long, desperate, wanton moans, all flowing straight south to his cock that's pistoning in and out of your stretched cunt. He's trying to keep himself steady, trying not to lose control and get sloppy, but the more overzealous your noises become, the harder it is to keep himself in check.

He's nervous, He wants to enjoy himself, he wants to get lost in his pleasure, but he has to make sure you're having a good time. He hears you, he hears the way your voice gets louder and feels the way that your nails scrape up his back when he mouths at your neck, but he isn't confident enough in himself to believe that your reaction is a genuine one. He wants to believe that your screams are authentic, but when you frantically mumble 'don't stop don't stop don't stop!' into his neck, he knows you're faking it.

He stops

Your eyes fly open and your mouth accompanies it, horror in your eyes, "I said don't stop!"

"You're.. you're faking it," His brows are furrowed as he stares down at you, "Don't fake it."

"i'm not faking anything," You gush through a sob, tears gathering at your eyeline as he stops dead in his movements, "Please, Spence, keep going! I need- need you!"

"I can't be that good." He reasons, hands still braced on your hips, "I- I've never done this before. Seriously, don't lie, I- you don't have to fake it."

The fire in your eyes surprises him, but what surprises him the most is when you yank him down by the back of his neck, your lips brushing his as you speak.

"Spencer Reid," You hiss, "You are fucking phenomenal. Now put your dick back inside of me, or I'll tie you up to this fucking headboard and do it myself."

[breaddwoo]

-Just a Few Scratches-

pairing: xavier thorpe x reader

word count: 4.36k

warnings: injury/blood

desc: you get injured trying to solve xavier's problems for him. silly you :)

a/n: im having a field day writing all my fic ideas :)) can't decide if the next one will be another xavier or wednesday

edit: pt 2 is now posted! 🦭

"fuck, fuck!" xavier yelled, sprinting across the field of pine needles before him and leaping over bushes and rocks.

cold sweat dripped down his flushed face; he could feel tears sting the back of his eyes. xavier felt like he could puke as he ran, but only one thing occupied his mind:

"(y/n)!"

> > >

-5 hours prior-

“are you doing okay, xavier?" you ask with worry. after class you had to stay late to ask the teacher something, so it was a surprise when you found xavier sitting on a bench in the hallway with his head in his hands.

he jolted. looking up, he seemed tired. really tired. you noticed the purple bags under his eyes and the way his breathing appeared to be unsteady.

xavier tried to smile, but it instantly fell off his face when he met your gaze. he bit the inside of he cheek to keep salty tears from spilling out of his eyes.

"I... " he began, but it came out as a strangled sob.

the sight of his pitiful state filled you with worry, and you picked up your pace as you sped over to him.

standing in front of xavier, you ask, "have you been sleeping? you look like a wreck."

xavier laughed at this, quickly wiping away a tear that dared to escape, "yeah, i know. I'm just.." he looked down, "I'm just really stressed."

you stepped closer and he pressed the top of his head to your stomach, refusing to look at you as he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist.

you began to move your hand to pat his head, but hesitated. "can i...?"

without hearing the rest, xavier said, "please."

this consent allowed you to weave your fingers through his hair. "do you want to talk about it?" you asked in a low voice, afraid that somehow, despite the hall's vacancy, someone would hear this sensitive conversation.

he was quiet for a few moments, considering his words.

"it's... wednesday. i'm so, so tired of her- of her blaming me! always saying i'm a mass murdering monster! it fucking hurts and she keeps finding new evidence that genuinely makes sense, " his voice is strained as he tightens his hold, "but i can't do anything to convince her it's not me. and she even found my art studio, which just makes me look worse."

seeing him like this made you want to cry, but you restrained yourself because this wasn't about you; this was about xavier.

"i'm so fucking scared that she's going to get me locked up. i can't even blame her- all of the evidence points directly at me! and these nightmares, they plague me in my sleep and i wake up screaming and then i can't go back to sleep so i've just been painting that fucking thing so i-" his rambling is cut short when he hiccups through his frustrated tears. he felt angry and hurt and afraid.

you leaned down to hug his head, pushing his face into your tummy as he sniffles. "i'm sorry, xavier. i wish there was something i could do."

xavier looked up from your (now wet) shirt to say, "just listening is enough. don't worry about it, hopefully everything will fix itself soon."

and as he rested his head once more, an idea came to you.

there's a way to help xavier.

> > >

three knocks and wednesday was ready to order thing to strangle the person at the door.

she lifted from her desk, about to tell off the perpetrator for interrupting her writing time. when she opened the door, however, she recognized you as the person that xavier constantly follows around.

"enid isn't here," she said point blank, beginning to shut the door. you stick your hand out and risked amputation to make sure it doesn't close, "actually, im here to see you."

wednesday narrowed her dead eyes, "go on then. explain."

"i need to know where the hyde's lair is."

wednesday's facial expression didn't change, but you could tell she was confused.

"why don't you ask xavier? he would know."

the fake smile that you wore to feign being nice dropped. instead, you replaced it with a tight, irritated line on your lips.

"haha, yeah, i would. yknow, if he were the hyde. but here i am, asking you. why do you think that is?" you said all this with a lighthearted tone through clenched teeth.

wednesday could read the passive aggressiveness of your words but decided to press on, "try looking at his gallery of police evidence. that would give you the answer you're looking for."

with that, the door closed and you soon heard the sharp clicks of a type writer. you knew she was talking about xavier's art studio, but he hasn't allowed you in since people started dying around the school.

you decided that the only way to enact your plan would be to sneak into the renovated shed. sneaking in you could do, but distracting him for enough time to find something was completely different.

fuck, this is gonna be hard.

> > >

in the end, enid was your best bet. your plan was for enid to ask him for help on a subject and get him to tutor her for a bit in the library.

she agreed immediately, hoping it would also make ajax jealous; it was a win-win situation.

though, when she asked, you would not tell her why you needed her to do this in the first place. she was skeptical but trusted that you were doing it for a good reason.

finding the studio was easy, you had been there so many times that you knew the trail like the back of your hand. you were xavier's rock after his breakup with bianca, so it made sense that he'd commonly invite you to paint with him in his secret hideout.

when you made it there, you took no time to begin searching every single art piece for a deeper meaning. xavier mentioned that he was having nightmares about the foretold monster, but wouldn't allow you to see the art "for your own safety".

there was nothing of value on the walls and canvases, so you turned to plan b.

you bent down to the trash, fishing through it, hoping you'd find something important. about ten pieces of paper had been uncrumpled by the time you found something worth your dumpster diving.

"there it is!" you excitedly whisper-scream to yourself.

it was a drawing of the monster in front of a familiar cave. though its name and exact location eluded you, there was someone who would know those exact details.

later, after asking eugene if he knew anything considering you'd seen him working alongside wednesday on the investigation, you set the final steps of your plan in motion.

it is here that you will find out who the hyde is, if only to relieve xavier of his stress.

> > >

"enid, we've gone over this topic, like, ten times. i think you're just a lost cause," xavier said in exasperation. he had been attempting to teach enid the different geometrical formulas but she hasn't understood a single word he's said in the past two hours.

xavier, giving up, grabs his phone off the library table to check his notifications.

"huh, that's weird."

"what?" enid asked.

"(y/n) hasn't texted me. usually she'd have sent several messages asking to hang or something by now," he frowned, his expression a dark overcast.

enid, feeling something was off, finally broke, "uhm, well, (y/n) kind of asked me to distract you. im not really sure what for, but she did mention something about an art studio?"

xavier's heart lept in his chest. "what?"

"yeah, sorry, i felt she had a good reason but now i'm a little worried, " enid replied with an awkward laugh.

he wracked his brain for any reason that you might have had to go to his studio. a surprise? was she curious about the paintings i wouldn't let her see? why would she need to sneak around to do it?

instead of searching for an answer that wouldn't come to him, xavier stood from the table, gave a small "thanks", and left the library in a hurry.

at the studio, he found nothing amiss. none of the paintings were gone and nothing had been moved.

that's what he thought, however, until he saw the trash can laying on its side in the corner of the room. kneeling, he sifted through the scattered, unfolded papers.

his eyebrows knitted together in further confusion. what is missing?

then it hit him:

the drawing of the hyde's lair.

xavier didn't know exactly what you were up to, but he knew with every fiber of his being that it was definitely dangerous. he was absolutely terrified.

the doors burst open as xavier ran out of the studio, an unwelcome gust of wind blowing many of the drawings off the walls. at that moment, he couldn't have cared less.

a mirage of trees passed him by as he sprinted. the nighttime autumn air was far too cold for the season.

"fuck, fuck!"

the words were strangled and every noise around him felt muffled; all he could hear was the crunching of the leaves beneath his racing feet and his own hammering heartbeat.

"(y/n)!" he shouted, the distress in his voice echoing back at him.

xavier slowed to a stop, unable to tell where he had gone in his desperation to find you. he took a second to breathe when a shrill scream sounded from an unknown direction.

the scream of a girl. a girl who was horrified, or worse, in danger.

and he would know that voice from anywhere. it was someone familiar; someone close to him. the person most important to him.

"(y/n)! where are you!?" he yelled in response, but the forest had turned into something akin to a funhouse mirror maze and he couldn't tell left from right.

xavier heard footsteps running toward him at a high speed, and just as he began dash in the similar direction, you came into full view.

pain spread through his chest as you slammed into him, sending you both crashing to the moist soil beneath.

you were laying on top of him now; shaking with labored breaths.

it rook a moment for xavier to process what had happened, but he wrapped his arms around you with little delay.

"you- are you okay!? what were you doing!? are you stupid!? there's a fucking monster on the loose and you-"

he shut his mouth when saw a steadily growing red patch on his shirt.

"you're bleeding! oh shit, we need to get you back to nevermore fast," he was quick to hold you, your body laying bridal style across his arms.

you winced in pain, sobbing out the words, "i'm sorry. i'm sorry xavier, i just wanted to help. i really wanted to help. i'm sorry."

xavier didn't give a shit about your apology. he wasn't mad at you. he was mad at that thing that hurt you. he was fucking furious.

he had many, many things to say to you but for now, he'd let you rest in his arms.

he then headed back in the direction he had come from, you now tucked safely in his embrace.

> > >

once the final stitch was in, xavier was allowed to visit your hospital room.

the bright white lights made him feel sick. even more so when he saw you sitting in bed with a hospital gown and an IV drip in your arm.

the moment he walked in, you gave him a warm, content smile.

"is right now really a good time for you to be smiling?" xavier questioned, sitting on a seat next to the bed.

you held the hand that he placed on the edge of the sheets, "well, i was able to achieve my goal."

"at the cost of several pints of blood and a couple scars on your arm? what was worth that?" he asked, unrestrainable anger surfacing on his face.

though, when he took in the finer details of your state, he couldn't help but soften. many scrapes graced your skin from the collision earlier; the complexion of your face much paler than normal.

rubbing his knuckles to ease his frustration, you say, "i was able to convince wednesday that you're not the hyde. how could she believe that out of all the people you could attack, you'd attack me?"

something clicked in xavier's head and it all made sense. this all started after his breakdown in the hallway, caused by wednesday's meddling. the sneaking around, stealing his drawing and going off into the woods.

"so you did this on purpose? you scared me half to death!" he bursted, his emotions a flurry of love, anger, and guilt.

"so what if i did? it's just a few scratches."

god, he loved you. could you believe he had yet to even ask you out?

[cceanvvaves]

dress; m.sn

(moved to isanggayfrog) warning: swearing

"god, i'm so bored," you groan into sana's shoulder, holding your arm out a little to prevent your drink from spilling. the brunette only laughs at your misery, taking a sip from her own glass.

"you were the one who came."

you huff and roll your eyes. "you were the one who begged me to come."

"i did not beg!" she protests.

"oh, please," you raise an eyebrow, "with the endless 'please please please' and puppy eyes?"

"well..."

her retort dies down in her throat, having no argument. she simply scoffs. you smirk in triumph, leaning into the nearest table and downing your drink in one gulp. "your mom is so bad at parties," you start. "like, where is the music? where are the dancers and the hot people?"

sana laughs again. "you expect that in a business party? this thing's hosted so that i can greet old men and talk about business and shit."

"no wonder i'm bored."

"you're lucky you're not the ceo's daughter," sana complains. "you don't get the 'oh, you're the little minatozaki girl!' and the 'you've grown up to be a gorgeous young lady!'. you just have to stand there and look pretty for me."

"i'm gonna ignore that last part." you snicker at the irritated look on her face.

"ah, sana, am i right? minatozaki's little girl?" a balding man says, approaching the two of you. sana plasters on a fake smile and you avert your eyes, taking interest in the brownies.

they talk for a bit, you eventually losing your interest in seeing sana shifting uncomfortably. you excuse yourself and head to the snack table, helping yourself to majority of the desserts - after all, you came for the free food.

you'd just taken a bite out of a cupcake when a voice comes from behind you. you spin around and come face to face with a man - your age, maybe, or a little older.

he's fairly attractive, you can't deny, with an almost angelic smile. sadly, nothing can compare to a certain minatozaki girl's smile-

your thoughts are interrupted when he glances at your lips. "um, you've got something there-" he extends a hand and wipes off the frosting from the corner of your mouth.

eyes widening, you grab a tissue and wipe your mouth. "oh, thank you! i didn't notice."

"i'm taehyung," he continues. "i saw you from across the room and.. well, i really couldn't guess who had brought you. also, i wanted to introduce myself, so.."

"nice to meet you, taehyung." he seems nice and polite, so you decide to entertain him. "i'm y/n."

"that's.. a really pretty name."

you and taehyung stay together and talk, laughing when he tells you a story about his childhood and groaning when you tell him about an accident you'd had as a kid. you realize that he's actually fun to talk to, and a great listener, and you don't notice the time passing by until a hand slithers around your waist.

a surprised squeak leaves your lips as you glance at the newcomer, sighing in relief when you see that it's sana. "hi," you breathe out.

she has yet another fake smile on her face - but unlike those from earlier that night. it's a little stiff, a little... colder. "hi," she replies through gritted teeth. "i see you've made a new friend."

"oh, yeah!" you beam at taehyung. "sana, this is taehyung. taehyung, sana."

"oh, minatozaki sana? finally, nice to-"

"a pleasure to meet you, taehyung, but may i talk to y/n? alone?"

taehyung blinks, looking genuinely confused. he glances at you and then at sana, at you and back to sana again. "yes, sure, of course. you look really good in that dress, by the way, y/n."

you watch him walk away before turning to sana. "oh, come on, he was really sweet."

"i bet he thought you were really sweet, too," she grumbles, scowling.

"what, jealous?" you tease, but you can't tear your eyes away from the way her jaw tenses.

"no."

"okay, well, i'm gonna find tae-"

before your sentence even finishes she grabs you by the wrist. "stay."

you smirk and cross your arms, raising an eyebrow. "what, scared you'll be the the single one between us?"

"please don't joke about that."

"why not?"

sana sighs. "look, i don't really like him, but..."

"yes?"

"he's right about one thing." she carefully scans your figure. "you look good in that dress."

in a sudden burst of confidence you lean closer to her. "only bought this dress so you could take it off."

her 'tough' exterior crumbles and she's reduced to a confused puppy expression. "w-what?"

you pull her closer by her tie, close enough that your breaths ghost over each others' faces. "i want you. but i don't want you like a best friend."

you pull away and stare at her face for a reaction. "so? ditch this party with me?"

sana's face lights up in a grin.

[sonicblueartist]

NEED YOU

Masterlist

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No

Pairings: Tails x Reader

They/them // She/her // He/him // Other

Summery; Our little friend here is struggling a bit with his hormones in that time of the month~

Warnings: smut, suggestive themes

Word Count: 3969

A/N: IT’S A SMUT ONE-SHOT SO BEWARE! This is written both by @kaylas-world-0 and @ctheathy

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

HAVE FUN!

He suddenly grabs a hold of your arm and drags you out of the room. You were surprised by his behavior, normally he would do that when he was really excited to show you something new he made, but he looked a bit… off. "Hey, what’s up? Did you find something interesting or something?" He didn’t face you, instead continuing to lead you in the house, quickly huffing out an answer, he seemed exhausted in some kind of way, "You'll see…"

The moment you two entered his room he dropped his act leaving you in complete shock. He grabbed both of your hands, "Pleaseeeee, I-I need this so much. It hurts!" he whimpers, his eyes wells up with tears. "I need you…" he literally begged.

You pause to acknowledge all this, your shock leaving you as your eyes darkening, staring down at him with some kind of power carrying them, “Hm, that's cute... But how far could you actually take it?” You blinked, looking him in the eye. Dead serious. Sorry Miles, but you can’t expect me to go down with you when you drag me in your room out of nowhere and beg to be played with.

He whines and wails for you, "Oh, please, pleaseee. I'm sorry! I know this is wrong! But it's too much, I-I can’t handle it, I-I can't take it... I need you so much... please" he dropped down on his knees, a few tears landed on his carpet damping it, he clenched his fists. "I love you... please…" his voice cracked.

"The pills don't work anymore... or- or... a-anything else... It's too much... I need your help... Please, please help me..." He begged, his eyes burning into your feet. You looked expressionless for a little while, seeming to think about a decision.

You bend down to make yourself at eye-level with him. You gripped his chin forcing him to look you in the eyes, his bangs covering some of his face as his cheeks damp from his tears. You blew his face a bit shooing his bangs out of his eyes as he blinked in surprise and embarrassment. You slowly leaned in, his eyes widened with how close you two’s faces were, and exhaled in his ear as he shivered with the warmth coming from your lips, “You’re not playing fair, you’re eating my heart out~!” You chuchkled, seemingly having a debate up your mind. “Okay, puppy...” A glint of sadism was visible on your expression, making him twitch slightly at just the thought, but he was desperate. Deciding upon listening to what else you might have had to say, he was open to doing quite literally anything at this point, he wasn't sure what to think when the next words had left your mouth “...earn it.” You grabbed his arm and forced him up to his feet causing him to grunt in surprise and stumble back a few steps.

"I..." he stuttered, his mind racing with possible scenarios. He swallowed harshly, his body shaking, "How— What do you want me to do? I-I can do anything for you…" He sounded genuine. Your eyes softened slightly. “hm... Tempting” You spat with a hint of sarcasm, but you walked closer to him nonetheless, causing him to take a few steps back. Not even seconds after he was practically cornered into a wall. You caressed his cheek with your knuckles as he shivered at such a simple touch. Your eyes observing his features while he felt even more small under your gaze. You slowly decided upon the little choice he’d given you. “Anything you say?” You tilted your head slightly with a raised eyebrow, your eyes searching for something in his sky blue eyes, and as he connected them with yours, your lips curved slightly causing him to swallow with a cherry blush. Although it seemed innocent at first; he flinched as his brain processed the sense of act on his lower half body, your knee... pressing in slightly on his current most sensitive of areas with zero remorse. Tails swallows a moan, in instinct he wanted to glance down; he couldn't do so as you reached for his chin and forced him to continue facing you. He shivers with the feeling as he presses himself even further on the wall, feeling humiliated, but he guessed he already humiliated himself in front of you enough when he begged on his knees for a one night stand. But right now? He didn’t even think twice about it, forgetting the act. He rapidly nodded, recalling what you said, finally letting his answer out, desperation filling his mind. “Yes! Yes, anything!! I can do anything you want!” His blabbering makes his voice crack. You hum softly, narrowing your eyes as a small smile occurs on your face. “Then I shall give you a choice,” His shaking form stilled a bit with your words, a little bit of hope for release lingering in the back of his mind.

“Do say... What would you do if I was underneath you right now?” The fox perked up at this in surprise, it’s not having been the question he expected. But then again, he didn't hold much power in this position. “Leave out. no. single. detail. unless of course... You wanna deal with this on your own...~?” Your smile twisted into a sick and wider smirk in no time, a finger pressing over his chest slowly sliding down to his burning area, hearing his breath hitching when your finger nearly pressed over it, knowing he'd have no possible way of rejecting this offer. Tails stood speechless. He never felt so… this excited his entire life. His cheeks were burning. He tried to gain his breathing back, "What would I... if you were...." he twitched with all the sudden fantasies going through his mind. He finally pushed all his shyness back. He wanted you so much, if you actually want him to spill it out then he might as well should at this point… and if you’re actually gonna help him afterwards… He couldn’t even think straight at this point that’s no doubt. He bit his bottom lip, nibbling on it anxiously, he gently grabbed your hand. His breath shuddered as he led it towards his heart. "So. many. things.... I would do anything so you could enjoy..." He slowly led your hand towards his bottom half, with a desperate and deeper voice he added, "But to be more specific…” He licked his dry lips, “…I would…fuck.your.brains.out. Is this enough information for you, dear?" His voice lowered in a seductive tone. Your eyes widened with his bold move, not having expected the sudden change of demeanor. Huh... Guess the events were really affecting him deeply, even personality wise speaking. You let out a small breath you didn’t know were holding, and quickly went back to your teasing nature, not wanting to be pushed back by one single comment he made. You grabbed him by the arm with your free hand, currently still thinking of the best response for your take. But your mind had decided upon taking a cocky turn once again, and you spoke as your intentions spoke for yourself “Then why don't you-” The other hand of yours whom he had been holding on, slid towards his now hardened area. “DO SO?” You gave it a harsh squeeze, almost as if your hand was currently holding a stress toy, pushing the fox even further in edge, but before he even got the time to react, you swooped him over from his feet, causing him to yelp loudly in surprise as you were now the one keeping him balanced, lifting him from his thighs as his claws instinctively went to your shoulders, letting out a whimpered as the pressure of his sweet spot has worsened after the sudden movement with you shoving him to the wall and pressing your body on him, causing him to squint in his obvious pleasure and support his head on your chest. “...Just remember who's in charge, dear.” You mocked him. Tails gasped tightly holding on to you, pleasure running down on his spine like electricity. He couldn't hold back the soft moans slipping from his lips. "Ah! Nnh no, I won't." He gasped, letting it out for an answer, his mind hazy.

He suddenly wanted to be more close to you then ever, and with the heat of the moment he grabbed your head and cling to your lips like his life was depending on it, with a passionate kiss. His moans muffling. You were surprise but didn't pushed him away, for this once you let him have what he wanted.

After a while his lungs burned with the need of air, even though he didn’t want to leave from the one stealing his breath away he couldn’t help when his instincts acted once again screaming for him to breath. He panthed loudly as he mustered up a few words, "You're... so... gorgeous." His eyes fluttered close again as his lips find yours once more. This time more gently. His hands traveling on your body, curiously feeling your curves. He left small kisses all around your face as he begged in a whisper, "Please let me..." You gently pushed him away before he can lower his soft lips over your neck. You pressed a finger on his lips, which were currently filled with desperate need and desire, shushing him before he could ask something. You kept your eyes contact, his being barely even visible lost in the moment, unlike his hips. His feet wrapped around your torso, curving a bit trying to create some kind of friction in hopes for the slightest bit of satisfaction you've been stalling him from far so long now, his back arching along with them, he whimpered out yet another “...please”, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. Hitting yet another sensitive spot with his shaking knees, his grinding doesn’t work much making him even more frustrated and upset. He huffed out with eyes tightly shutting closed once again, trying his hardest to prevent his moans from coming out, as he struggled in your hold. “You’re being quite needy, Miles.” You whispered into his ear after observing him for a while, making it twitch at the sound as it flattened onto his head, your teasing still not having stopped. But he was caught off guard when you let go of your grip on his legs, which was originally keeping him in balance, causing him to yelp loudly while he falled on his butt with a groan.

You gripped his arm once again, helping him up to his weak legs, not even before he was able to recover from his fall or giving him a chance to stay on his legs, you carelessly threw him onto the edge of the bed. He let out a gasp at the sudden gesture. He glanced up at you, face reddening with how harsh you have been, he felt a shiver of excitement running through his body when you slowly loomed over to him. He melted under your prying gaze. He flinched as both of your hands pressed down on the sheet around him, both hands beside his shoulders, who had almost seemed to shiver at the sight.

Your left hand met his private area once again causing him to gasp, rubbing onto the place as he almost immediately started thrusting and turning his hips at the touch, his melodic whines coming through. “ngh y-y/n--!” he bit his lip, hard, trying his best to keep most noises as muffled as possible. He pushed his head back into the mattress with a long sigh, feeling himself coming closer to his much deserved climax as you continued to pump him up.

The speed of his breathing was starting to increase just as your strokes had been by now, a few choked whines managing to leave his throat as he desperately gripped at the sheets in response. But all has gone away as you removed your hand from him, causing him to let out a cry in process and look up to you with teary eyes, it hurted even more when he felt he lost that tight feeling forming inside his guts. “You need to earn your place, puppy~” He whined with that. He was so close to achieving his much climax!! “Agh! Please don't tease... I was so close!" he coughed out, desperately begging in tears. “Please...“ a frustrated growl emitting from his chest. He tried to reach his shaking hand towards you. He whispered, “It hurts...” You squint your eyes at him, giving him an expressionless look for a little while. You grabbed his hand reaching out to you and pushed it into the mattress beneath him, causing him to let out a whimper at the strength. “Aww, You're trying to make me feel bad~! But if it's really hurt... and if you learned your place...” Your left hand met his sensitive spot once again, but this time you weren't going to be easy on him, oh no, no, no. Last time was a mere test. “Just don't say I didn't warn you.” You started jacking him off at an immense speed, his moans choking out almost immediately as his pleasure level went off the charts, already forgetting about the embarrassing noises he is letting on. He couldn't even go out of his way to try and muffle his noises of pleasure any longer, the feeling being too much for him to fight back against. His legs twitching, feet curving with pleasure as he arched on his back with a loud moan, his tails were entangling themselves with one another, your act only seeming to grow faster as time went on. He let out yet another long moan, it almost seemed involuntarily at this point, he couldn’t even get the right amount of air to his lungs from his excessive moaning. His legs were twitching with your merciless touching and it was certainly detectable, his whines only growing louder with your attempts to free him from his dreadful fate. But even he should have known that there was something to be awaiting for him after his release had been finished off, yet this didn't stop his appreciation from coming out. He screamed your name loudly as he came undone. He panthed loudly as he laid limply for a few seconds with a satisfied sigh, trying to came down from his high, “Oh… ah, thank you...thank you… I-!...” Looking up at you with half closed eyes, he was about to turn himself to sit up with a heavhy sigh. But he was caught off guard when you immediately pressed him back into the covers causing him to yelp in surprise, letting out a gasp as he looked at you with wide eyes. He had felt satisfied, but little had he known, you were far from done with him. He swallowed harshly gripping the sheets, his breathing speeds up once again, he couldn't help the excitement building up inside of him. He actually pried for you to continue but he knew he wouldn’t come out alive with what he is gonna face. He nervously stuttered out with a small smile, "Uh... thank you for— for helping me... you-you can let go now..." his voice cracked. He shivered under your gaze. He found a little hope growing inside of him that you would keep this up but he also feared what had to come. Feeling needy once again, he already could feel himself getting hard. The look you gave him was enough for him to get up and running and he wanted to groan loudly because of this. Mind still clouded by the aftermath of the climax.

You huffed, blowing some of your hair strands out of your face as your eyes stayed locked into half open gaze, his form shivering under your stare at its finest. You pinned him onto the sheets with both hands now, pressing on his chest as you slightly gripped his fur, stealing his breath away, giving him a small little reminder from previous events. “You still have to repay the price, no~?” He was shocked. You still want to continue? He swallowed and seemingly had tried calling out to you, but was shut up real quick when his pelvis had hit yet another sensitive spot, causing him to slip out a loud moan but this wasn't like your hands at all, this feeling is very natural and... pleasant to him. He gripped your shoulders rather tightly after the sudden sensation that his area wasn't exactly alone, your hips being tightly pressed against his causing him to lose his breath, but your hypnotizing expression having prevented this realization from even setting in. He moaned out your name almost immediately, clinging onto the fabric of your clothing as he could feel something familiar swelling up in his stomach. And he was much more sensitive then before thanks to his after glow. “AHHH Y-Y/N...GHN~” You shushed him once more, feeling the sudden feeling of pleasure all the same way, but not wanting to give him what he wanted just yet. Instead, giving him the exact same prying eyes and closed lips you've been giving the entire time, staying as still as a rock. Tails tried his best to cease his urges, not wanting to disappoint you, but couldn't help from bucking up his hips, becoming as desperate as he had before. Trying to at least receive a small bit of friction. His arms and legs wrapping themselves around you in desperation trying to pull you in with a frustrated whimper. You only moved ever so slightly, making him let out yet another whiny groan and a sob. You let out a slight chuckle as his sad attempts to push himself further, but you sure as hell didn't let him. “...are you bothered~?” Your teasing voice swirled inside of his head just like his once again desperate sensation for release. His claws probably have ripped open the shoulder part of your clothing by now, but you didn't budge, even if it was the last thing you'd do. It's time you know your place. His new tears dampened his cute face once again. He choked out desperately, “I learned my lesson! I swear! please! Please- Please, don’t just… Don’t Stop!!” But you continue standing still.

After a while Tails was a mess, crying, sobbing and yelling for you to just do something. He didn't expect this, he can't think of anything but you, you and you. He moaned and begged for you, "N-no, no-no, D-don't stop like that—!" His half lidded eyes pleading for you. He tried to move, thrust, grind, anything to feel something. His movements were quickly shut down by your knee pressing on him, keeping the boy in place, causing him to cry out.

Your hips lowered further onto his once again hard area, making him let out a sob for more as it had been getting more and more surrounded by your warm insides, but just weren't pushed far enough for him to finish off. He arched his back with a whine, accidently clawing and ripping your shirt in the process, dragging your name all the way down. Even though it wasn't enough it was something, he sobbed with delight. “S-so tight- so tight, and warm, nnng ah~” His breathing was starting to grow unsteady not long after this, muttering out your name through long moans as he tightly kept his grip onto your clothing, it’s feeling as if it was the only physical support for him at this very moment. “A-ah– ah- Y-y/n... please—” he panted, his face starting to burn up even further as the heat was even noticeable from your distance.

You felt an achievement... With just how much your touch affected him, how weak it made him seem in comparison to his regular self. You leaned in on him and let out a breathy giggle right next to his ear, causing him to shiver as you bit the tip of his ear, as you dragged your tongue around it. “This time... I’ll make the rules” You whispered, causing his eyes to open wide as you thrusted down him, causing him to let out a shriek as he threw his head back. He's experienced high pleasure levels through you before, but it had been nothing in comparison to this. And though he didn't have much to say in his position, he hadn't expected you to go out of your way to literally ride him, much less believing himself to have the strength in order to actually process all of it. His chest got forced back into the sheets as he let out melodic moan after moan, it being irresistible up until this point. He didn't know what else to do other than letting his body instinctively respond to the massive amounts of sudden pleasure, not even being able to quiet down his noises any longer as you yet continued mercilessly going up and down on the fox. It had been no surprise that he had come undone time after time with how much you were rubbing your intentions off on him, his moans were growing louder after each second and you were positive he had woken up the entire neighborhood by now with just the amount of noise that managed to come out of his lips, his fingers digging into your sides without noticing the longer you went on.

It was no surprise he was starting to grow overstimulated not long after you just kept going, you rarely even seemed to get bothered by his release continuously being squirted into your body, painting your insides, your expressions making an effort to keep itself as neutral as humanly possible and the act almost seeming ineffective to you, but all that had really kept you from giving in was the scenery underneath you. He.was.a.mess. Sweat stains were visible on his forehead and his fur has become damp over time, he seemingly tried his best to keep the saliva from leaking from the corners of his mouth, but had noticeably been failing severely in the matter, his mouth wide open to scream to moan but nothing coming out, only silent screams, and he was crying. He throws his logic out of the window a long time ago, only his senses being with him. And they were going INSANE under you. Tails has lost count of the amount of times he's come undone by now, nevertheless still couldn't help but continuously beg for more no matter how painful it had become for him over time, even though he couldn’t form any words at the moment, his desperation only going further as he felt himself being pumped dry for you. You bit your tongue as his whines had become more severe and high pitched once again, it seemed to be a rhythm, a hint of him being close. He was unable to inform you of course but you didn’t need him to. You leaned in for one last time as your form was feelable around his oh-so sensitive spot, pushing him even farther into his overstimulation as he let out another long cry of defeat, his tears leaking down his face with the feeling of his areas burning up yet again, for God knows which time amount this had been. His head is thrown back as his neck is exposing under you which has visible bite marks on it, a little gift from you to him. You pressed your arms on his chest causing him to press on the matters and glance at you, losing his breath from his lungs and coughed. He pleaded with his eyes to let this be his final release this time. But you didn’t. He felt his body on fire, almost choking on his unstable breaths as he let out whimper in response to your closureness. Guess this was his punishment. He tightly shut his eyes as you couldn't keep your own off him. Letting out one singular chuckle and your smile rising as excitement was visible in your tone.

“Puppy... you know you're going to be in for a long night, yes?”

[helplessautomaton]

Hey can I get prompt 2 and 15 with Chuuya from the valentine event?

2 (“even if you do hate me, it doesn't matter, i really love you”) + 15 (“stop crying, please stop crying, you’re ruining our perfect day together..”)

sorry if the ending is rushed a little!, i genuinely had no idea how to end it but hope you enjoy nonetheless!

-WC 705 // valentines event open!! tws?: kidnapping mentioned but like, after that you're good? maybe some self-dehumanization from reader

You’ve been at Chuuya's house for a good time now, unsure the day you even got kidnapped, everything blended together and melted making everyday mistaken for the day before. Time didn't exist inside and at this point you’re unsure if time should even matter to you anymore. However, Chuuya always kept up with the dates and holidays, making time for them in the house and forcing you to participate in them. Outside was still cold but warming up, you remember noting that just to keep your sanity but as of late it no longer matters. You're locked up like an animal, but the only difference is you don't love your owner. You thought it was all so sweet until he couldn't take you being free and not with him. You don't remember but it felt fast, meeting him, loving him, getting captured, the events blended in together.

You could only let out a huff or sigh everytime the door opened, signaling he was home. You had noticed there was wine on the table, seemingly unopened, you ignored it thinking it was new and to be stored away pridefully. Stationed in the kitchen you were here for food and nothing else, somewhat glad you were even able to roam freely and not being locked up in a room like at the start. 

As your hand gripped the handle of the fridge, you heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen, of course he knew where you were, he always did. You only had freetime when he was at work, something to claim just a bit of sanity back from the exhausting nights before. “I'm home, what are you doing in here?” 

You knew his question was rhetorical, only just wanting you to have a conversation with him, for it to feel normal. Shading your eyes, you put your attention back on the fridge, opening it and seeing what there was to eat. “Oi, i got us food from my way home, i'm sure you’ll like the fresh made food instead.” begrudgingly you closed the fridge door, it seems he had set another date up that you would be forced to play a part of. You held up with a blank expression as you watched Chuuya sigh and put the bags he had down. “Even if you do hate me, it doesn't matter, I really love you.”

His words were soft, it would've been so sweet if you didn't feel like an animal, maybe you’d even smile. Instead you went and sat down, not feeling up to having a fight you’re gonna lose but at the same time you know it's not gonna be enjoyable. This seemed to surprise him, nonetheless Chuuya didn't say anything but only gave a tender smile. He handed over a steak cooked just the way you liked, the wine on the table was finally opened and he was pouring himself a drink. You hated all of this, you want the normality of life back, the one you took for granted and messed it all up.

Wanting to go back to that park, shopping, personal care, not being stuck in a life that could’ve gone so much differently but you’re stuck. Stuck in a hell you ever regret dreaming about, at least that dream had freedom to it. Tears started forming rapidly at your loss, you just wanted it all back. Shakily bringing up a hand to your mouth, this isn't fair. Chuuya started panicking at this, quickly going over towards you and he was trying to hold you. “Hey hey, what's wrong?, what's the matter?”

Seeing you suddenly in tears threw him off as Chuuya tried his best to calm you down by physical touch and hushed words. “stop crying, please stop crying, you’re ruining our perfect day together…” 

His voice was quiet but the tears kept flowing, unwilling to listen to his attempt at calming you down. Any words you tried to speak came out incoherent while your tears shed everywhere. Chuuya kept trying to soothe and calm you down yet nothing was working, he didn't want to get angry at you, he didn't know what else he could do. So there you were left in the kitchen still crying while Chuuya left.

[palettepainter]

SPOILERS: The Wild Robot

So usually I'd post this sort of thing on Twitter, but considering how well that ship is staying afloat with the new changes coming in, including the changes made to the block feature, I'm trying to gradually distance myself from that app, so I'm posting this here

I went into this movie completely blind, I somehow managed to dodge spoilers for about a month after the movies release in the US, and if you're reading this and have also managed to stay spoiler free and haven't seen the movie: go and watch it spoiler free.

Don't look up anything, please don't read this post, go and watch it with a fresh set of eyes with no knowledge

The last movie I cried at was Inside Out 2, and I was told that this movie was a tear jerker, most people I'd seen posting fanart had said they'd also cried during this movie

I haven't cried this hard from a movie since 2014, when HTTYD 2 came out in cinemas.

I was not expecting The Wild Robot to be such an emotionally moving story, a story which at a basic glance is a pretty easy one to understand: robot overcomes it's programming and understands emotion, it's a trope we all more or less know or have seen used in other media (doesn't necessarily have to be with a robot, just with any character that doesn't quite understand emotions). Three minutes into this movie and I was in awe at it's visuals, it's colours, it's lighting, everything

Roz is instantly such a likeable character, and her line of "Did anybody order me?..." is delivered so well and hits surprisingly deep. The scene where she finds Bright Bill as an egg after she accidentally destroyed his nest genuinely had me shocked, and the part where she holds up the wing of Bright Bills parent who died from the crash had my mouth falling open - I knew there would be parts in this movie that would be deep based on how everyone said this movie was a tear jerker, but I didn't expect the theme of death to be introduced so quickly

Fink was probably the most surprising character out of all from this movie. I didn't really think too much of Fink going into this movie and I assumed out of him, Roz and Bright Bill, that he was going to be my least favourite of the trio. But he has some of the most deepest, realest bits of dialogue out of the whole film

When Roz asks him how he knows so much about love, and he replies with "when you go so long without something, you spend a lot of time thinking about it" (something like this, this isn't word for word) is such a devastatingly relatable line. And then towards the end of the movie, when Roz is saying goodbye, and Fink admits that she's his friend, following it up with "what if I need to talk to you?" is the possibly the most realest thing said in this entire movie

And the song played over the end credits - which by the way, don't look up any of the songs either. I remember the end credits song the most and is by far the best one to me, but the soundtrack to this movie is also incredible - proceeded to have me choking up with tears a third time

The Wild Robot is a masterpiece. Emotionally moving, heart warming, bittersweet, and a visual gem

[silverynight]

The serpent hashira

It's one of those rarely bad days for Tanjirou; he's thinking about his family and the memories (despite being good ones) make him tear up a little bit.

He's in the backyard, taking a break under a tree because he doesn't want to upset anyone with his sorrow; he knows it'll pass, he knows his family is still watching over him, but sometimes he misses them too much it's kinda overwhelming.

He sobs in silence and wipes his tears off every time they escape from his eyes; suddenly, a noise startles him and the next thing he knows is that a serpent is sliding down the tree, but it's not any serpent.

"Kaburamaru, hi!" Tanjirou chuckles, forgetting about his sadness for a moment as the serpent slides around his shoulders. "Are you lost? Where's–"

"Here," Obanai is right next to him, in the blink of an eye; Tanjirou can tell he even smiles back when the redhead gets startled again. That Pillar can be really quiet when he wants to.

"Oh!" Tanjirou relaxes; Obanai has changed a bit after the hashira training started, he's kind to Tanjirou now (in his own way). He's almost sure it's because he wants to please Mitsuri. There's nothing else to it.

"Kaburamaru likes you."

"I like him too," Tanjirou says immediately, patting the serpent's head lightly.

Obanai nods, turning slightly pink.

"Are you... okay, Tanjirou?"

For a moment, he thinks about telling him that he's fine, he's so used not to bother people with his problems that it's almost natural for him to say he's okay, but something about the way Obanai looks at him with genuine concern is what makes him give in.

"I miss my family."

The serpent hashira nods as Kaburamaru nuzzles against Tanjirou's cheek.

"I don't miss mine... but I understand what you feel," Obanai whispers; Tanjirou still doesn't know what happened to him before he joined the Corps, but he is sure it wasn't good. "If anything happened... no, even if you or Mitsuri decided to leave one day, I'd... I would miss you."

The vulnerability behind his words and the fact that he included Tanjirou in that sentence makes him lean closer and nuzzle against the Pillar's cheek.

"I'd miss you too, Obanai-san," he whispers sincerely and even giggles a little when he notices that the hashira is blushing again.

Tanjirou is just glad he considers him a friend too.

Kaburamaru goes back to the Pillar's shoulders and Tanjirou realizes that he feels a lot better now; he turns around to thank Obanai, but the hashira surprises him again by taking one of his hands and intertwining their fingers together.

"You're really sweet, Obanai-san, you know that?"

"I'm really not..." the hashira protests, but Tanjirou can tell he's actually pleased at the moment.

They stay there for a while; some of the other slayers have noticed them, but they don't come close because they're a little bit afraid of the Pillar.

"If we don't... if we somehow manage to survive this," Obanai whispers, looking vulnerable again. "Would you like to live with me and Mitsuri after everything is over?"

Tanjirou doesn't have a house at the moment, so he's very much grateful for the offer.

"Can Nezuko stay with us too?"

"Yes," the hashira assures him. "We can take care of her."

Tanjirou always feels touched whenever he remembers how much the hashira's attitude towards his little sister has changed.

He's so happy.

"Then of course I'll move in with you two!" He beams right before kissing Obanai's cheek. "It's very nice of you!"

"In that case I'll try to make you very happy," Obanai promises, before pulling Tanjirou into his arms. It's only when he goes back inside that Tanjirou has the feeling there's something else behind those words that he's missing.

Or maybe it's just his imagination.

***

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[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 38: DANIELLE'S STATEMENT

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

Cillian took the phone from Nina, reading the article out loud to you both. His face grew grim as he absorbed the contents, his expression mirroring your unease. You exchanged looks, knowing this was going to be a problem.

"Well, there's no denying it now," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

You bit your lip, trying to decide how to handle the situation. You felt your cheeks heat up as you imagined the consequences of what this may mean for you both. Not only was this humiliating for Cillian just before the BAFTAs, but also did it jeopardise your relationship with him, especially since, until now, he did not know about how you made your money in the past.

Cillian looked conflicted, torn between whether or not to address the situation, but you decided to break the silence first. 

"I did not mean to hide anything from you, Cillian but I was and still am utterly embarrassed by this," you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

"So, it is actually true?" Cillian asked with surprise, thinking that the tabloids had made up a story to make you look bad.

"Yes," you said, and this statement took courage, given the secrets you had kept thus far especially in front of Cillian's 14-year-old daughter Nina who, too, had to hear why you did what you did at such a young age. "It started when I was 16 actually. Not when I was 18. It was illegal but, when I went to high school, my forester parents didn't support me. They used the money they were given by the state to buy drugs and alcohol, so I needed to find a way to finance my studies. I worked at a strip club to pay for my tuition fees. It's not something I am proud of, and I have been trying hard to forget about it ever since," you explained, causing Cillian to swallow harshly before cupping your face.

"I am so sorry Cillian," you began to cry, and Cillian quickly shook his head. 

"Don't be, Y/N. I don't care where you come from or what you did. You are smart, beautiful, and funny. And I love you. That's all that matters to me," he replied earnestly, making you smile weakly through your tears.

Cillian caressed your cheek with his thumb, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "But I am sorry that you had to endure such shit upbringings and now have to endure this rubbish as well," he went on to say, his voice gentle yet firm. "We'll get through this together, okay?" he suggested, and a lump formed in your throat as you nodded, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand.

"This will look so bad for you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Cillian winced, looking genuinely hurt by the mention of his age. "I don't care what it looks like," he assured you. "What I care about is who you are, not where you're from or what you've done. If people can't see that, then they're not worth worrying about," he then reassured you before he drew you into a fierce embrace, his words offering solace and reassurance. 

You hugged him back, feeling your emotions spilling over. "Thank you, Cill. This means a lot to me," you whispered into his chest, and Cillian squeezed you tighter, his own heart swelling with pride and protectiveness.

Nina cleared her throat, breaking the tender moment. "I'm really sorry for interrupting you guys, but we need to talk about this. You are not going to let this slide, are you?" she said, gesturing towards the magazine. 

Cillian reluctantly released you, allowing you to compose yourself before speaking again.

"Look, it doesn't change anything between us," he pointed out to his daughter, trying to put her mind at ease before turning to you.

You nodded, trying to swallow down the lump forming in your throat. Silently, you agreed hesitantly, still processing the newfound information.

Cillian wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. You took a deep breath, letting Cillian's warmth seep into your being.

"Can you say something back, dad?" Nina asked, her tone curious. 

"To the press?" he asked rhetorically, raising an eyebrow in response to his daughter's question.

Nina scoffed, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "They always do this kind of thing. You're just an easy target because of your age difference with Y/N. Otherwise, no one would have cared. You need to make a statement or something," she commented, crossing her arms defensively.

Cillian sighed, running a hand through his hair once more in frustration. He despised engaging with reporters and gossip like this, but it seemed necessary in order to protect those closest to him - including you.

"Fuck," he cursed before picking up his phone from the bedside table and making a call to his publicity agent.

"Liam, listen. There's an article in OK! Magazine that you need to address. Can you please call me back?" he spoke sharply into the receiver, leaving a message for him. 

"Cill, I don't care. Don't do this for me," you told him after he hung up, but Cillian seemed determined. 

"But I care Y/N. This entire article is nonsense," he insisted, holding your gaze with intensity as he brushed his fingers through your hair, giving you a reassuring smile.  

"Just trust me on this, okay? Please," he requested softly; his eyes full of sincerity and you hesitated before finally nodding.

***

Several days later, and much to your surprise, you found yet another article about Cillian and you just as you packed your bag for your impending trip to London.

This article held a much different tone, and you were sure that Nina had something to do with it. 

Title: Cillian Murphy's Ex Danielle Speaks Out: "I'm Happy for Him and Our Kids"

In the world of showbiz, love knows no boundaries. And when it comes to the mesmerising actor Cillian Murphy, the news of his blossoming May-December romance with dance teacher and performer Y/N Y/LN raised a few eyebrows due to their 22-year age gap and Y/N’s troubled past. But fret not, dear readers, as the acclaimed actress Danielle Murphy, is here to set the record straight and endorse their relationship!

In an exclusive interview, Danielle Murphy opened up about her ex-husband's relationship, highlighting the wonderful role that Cillian’s new love interest plays in their lives. As it turns out, Y/N not only teaches dance, but she is also the instructor to Danielle and Cillian's daughter Nina who has built a strong relationship with her father’s new and much younger girlfriend.

"Dance has always been a big part of Nina's life, and I couldn't be more thrilled that Y/N teaches and mentors her," Danielle shared with a warm smile. "When you're co-parenting, especially with teenagers, having a positive and welcome addition like Y/N is truly a blessing."

It's heartwarming to see the understanding and maturity that exists between Danielle and Cillian, as they manage to navigate their separate lives while focusing on their children's well-being. The ex-couple's unwavering support for their children's passions has ultimately created a harmonious environment for all involved.

In her statement, Danielle strongly emphasised her happiness for Cillian and the joy he has found with Y/N. "Cillian deserves nothing but love and happiness, and if Y/N is the one that brings it to him, then so be it," she expressed. "I trust his judgment, and I trust that Y/N is a wonderful person who will genuinely cherish him as much as he deserves."

As a mother, Danielle emphasised the importance of her children's well-being and happiness. "At the end of the day, my children's happiness is my top priority," she stated sincerely. "And from what I can see, Cillian has found someone who genuinely cares for them which, ultimately, is everything I could ever ask for.”  

Indeed, this supportive stance from Danielle shows not only her maturity but also her immense love and respect for her soon-to-be ex-husband as the couple works through their divorce. It is truly commendable how ex-spouses can put aside any grievances for the sake of their children's happiness.

As the gossip mill churns, it's important to remember that love seems to know no boundaries. With Danielle's blessing and Cillian's unwavering support, Y/N finds solace in knowing they have won the hearts of those closest to Cillian and the children. These two individuals have gracefully risen above public judgment and are committed to prioritising love, family and the happiness of their children.

So, let's raise a glass to this modern family and their ability to find joy and harmony amidst the prying eyes of the world. Cheers to Cillian, Danielle, Y/N, and their beautiful blended family!

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[miss-nandini]

Hiii, could you do a Riddle x reader angst where they are secretly dating, but the reader gets tired of being a secret and insists on meeting his mom. But when they do, she (obviously) doesn't approve their relationship and demands that Riddle breaks up with us. And for our surprise, he actually does because he's scared and still is chasing after his mom's approval? You can decide if it has a happy ending or not!!

Sorry if this is too long, I don't usually send requests💕

Hey there! I hope you are doing well. I really loved your idea 💜💜💜. It was a bit rushed, sorry!

Don't Want a Mama's Boy

You don't know when or how you fell in love with Riddle Rosehearts out of all people. It started after his overblot incident. At first, it was fixing your tie. Then he started inviting you to the unbirthday parties, sometimes he would ask you to go on a walk with him around the rose maze in Heartslabyul. Whenever you needed tutoring, he always helped you out. Not to mention he acted so softly around you. You don't know when his eyes started looking at you so fondly, you don't know when subtle touches turned more frequent, you have absolutely no idea about when his lips crashed against yours. Before you got to know anything, both of you were already head over heels for each other.

He decided to keep your relationship a secret. Well, at first it all seemed good. But, as time went on, you grew tired of hiding. You didn't understand what was there to hide. You loved him and he loved you, right?

The first one who noticed was Leona—well, of course he found out. This lion somehow figures out every single damn thing. Slowly, your other friends kind of found out as well. That's when you decided to come out. Because, well if people already figured out your relationship, that means you two really love each other, right?

Oh honey, just how wrong you were.

You met his mother and of course that witch ruined it all. What you didn't expect was, Riddle actually breaking up with you. Wow, really? It broke your heart. You were the one who was trying to heal him slowly, for heaven's sake!! After everything, you couldn't understand why Riddle is still seeking her approval.

"Herbivore, are you really going to be like this the whole day?"

Leona lazily leaned against you.

To be honest, no, you didn't want cry over the guy who wronged you. But, your tears just wouldn't stop.

"I-I just don't understand...? I thought our love is genuine and he-he just—

You couldn't finish your sentence. Leona sighed and snuggled closer to you, hoping that his warmth will bring you some kind of comfort. If Riddle couldn't do his job as a boyfriend then that's his fault. Leona wasn't blind or stupid. He knew how much you loved the red-headed boy.

Meanwhile, Riddle was doing no better. He absolutely regretted breaking up with you. Seriously, how did his mother even manage to convince him to do that? All he wanted to do was take you back in his arms.

So, that's why, that night he sneaked out of his dorm to apologize. He was willing to break every single damn rule this time, if it meant you will take him back. With that thought in mind, he knocked on your door. Ramshackle was as quiet as ever.

Well, you didn't expect him, that much was sure. You didn't want to see him either, that was also quiet clear from the look you were giving him.

"The heck do you want, Rosehearts?"

"My rose—

"I'm not your rose or anything anymore, so get to the point."

"(Y/N)... I-I'm really sorry... What I did was extremely wrong. I-I don't know what came over me... I was so scared. She managed to manipulate me...again... I—

"Well, guess what Riddle? I'm so done. You did it once and you will do it again if you were given a second chance. I don't want a mama's boy like you."

"No...No...! (Y/N), please...please..forgive me for just this once... Without you, I can't be me. You complete me my rose... I cannot imagine a life without you anymore. You are my light, (Y/N)... Without you, I'm nothing but shattered pieces of glass..."

He tears flowed freely. You could see the sincerity and fear in his eyes. He was hurt and guilty. Even though he dumped you just like that... for some reason... you juat couldn't stand seeing him like this... so broken...so defeated...

"Oh Riddle..."

You slowly stepped closer and he immediately threw himself in your arms.

You were probably making a risky choice there. But...you couldn't help but give him another chance. You will probably need a long talk with him. But, for now, you were going to let him hold you and cry his heart out. After all, love can be so forgiving at times...

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 1. 05 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

Quickly I turned around and to my surprise, I saw Hyun-su closing the door with a bang.

We were both taking deep breaths from what just had happened. His back was facing me, but I could tell that he probably had the same scared expression on his face as me.

Both too scared that the girl would hear us we stood there in silence looking at the door. A yelp left my mouth when his doorbell went off together with both of us jumping out of fear.

"Excuse me, are you in?" The voice sounded like the girl's normal voice again.

Maybe that thing wasn't her.

My legs were trembling while I tried to take normal breaths, but the only breaths that came out were short ones.

"Please help me. I'm so scared, please help me." Her voice sounded like she was genuinely terrified.

"Is anybody home? Please help me." Her voice pleaded.

"Hello, please help me." She cried hoping we would hear her.

My breath hitched when Hyun-su took a step to the phone that was on the wall together with the little monitor. I watch as he grabs it with a shaky hand, bringing it slowly to his ear. The screen turned on showing us that it was just the normal girl from earlier today.

"H..hallo? Are you okay?" Hyun-su asked shakingly.

A look of relief washed over the girl's face before she spoke.

"You're home." She said with a sigh of relief and a little smile at the end.

"Did something happen?"

I walked closer to Hyun-su looking over his shoulder at the monitor.

"I just came home, and the door was wide open, and it was a mess inside." Her voice was shaky like she was ready to burst into tears at any second.

"And my cat is gone." She let out a little cry before continuing.

"A...and the floor, it was covered in blood." That must have been the blood I saw in the hallway.

"Please, help me!" She cried out.

I felt bad for her and if that thing was still out there it could get her, but something felt off. The whole time she had been talking the knot in my stomach grew. I had sworn that the voice I heard, in the beginning, was her's. Yet if it was really her she had to look completely different than how she was now.

Hyun-su said that he would call the police to help because we both didn't know what to do about this.

"Can't you stay with me?" She pleaded desperately.

The moment Hyun-su put the phone against his ear a high pitch soon came through it. Quickly I took my phone while I heard him muttering 'What is this?' With shaky fingers, I dialed the number, but the moment I put it against my ear the same high-pitched sound came through.

With a scared frown on my face, I looked back up and saw Hyun-su looking at me. I shook my head, letting him know that I had the same results as him.

The both of us look back at the screen when the woman let a out whaling sound pleading with us to let her in. My heart stopped beating when I saw Hyun-su looking at the door, thinking he wanted to open it.

Quickly I grabbed his arm before whispering.

"Don't, something’s wrong."

For a few seconds, he looks at me with a scared look before turning back to the screen.

"Well....... Can you show me your arms?"

I was confused as to why he asked that, questioning what this had to do with this.

The girl's expression changed to a surprised one.

"What?"

"Your arms. Show me your arms." He repeated now a bit louder.

"What did you say?" My heart stopped beating for a second when she spoke with a more sinister voice than before.

"Your arms. Show me your arms. Show me."

Her whole demeanor changed when he was done talking.

"I told you to open the door! Open it!"

My hand grabbed the back of Hyun-su's shirt trying to hold myself up from my shaky legs. Acting crazier than before she screamed louder coming closer to the camera while blood came ozing out her nose. An eerie laugh filled the atmosphere together with a loud banging on the door.

I was hoping that the door was strong enough to hold her out. She kept on screaming while cursing at us when suddenly music was coming from above us. Apparently, she heard it too because she began to laugh again before creepingly walking away and kept saying she was hungry.

Whoever was playing the music just saved our lives.

"Oh no."

I breathe out after I recognize the melody.

"Ji-su!"

Without wasting any time I ran to the door.

"Hey, wait!"

Hyun-su grabbed my arm pulling me back before I could reach the doorknob.

"I have to go! My friend, she's in danger!" I said with an anxious voice and shaky hands.

"Yo....you'll die before you can reach her." He did have a point, but I didn't care I didn't want to lose someone else.

"I can't just do nothing!" I pleaded hoping he would understand and let me go.

With a scared look on his face, he looked down at me before letting me go. Grabbing a mop from the wall he smacked it against a corner breaking the mop part off. I was totally confused about what he wanted to do with it until he walked past me to the door.

I wanted to speak up, but before I could he yanked the door open letting out a scream, and ran into the hallway. For a moment I just stood there surprised and confused by his behavior with frown brows before shaking my head, following after him. I stopped walking when I heard him talk to someone before continuing to, making sure it wasn't the girl.

The moment I came from behind the corner I saw Hyun-su fall down onto the dirty ground.

What the hell?

My eyes traveled back up and saw a man standing there in a light brown suit, with one side of his face covered in burn marks. I opened my mouth to say something, but honestly, I didn't know what to say. The man looks up with an unbothered look.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"What?! No?! I just met him today! Besides, just because a boy and a girl hang out together doesn't mean their boyfriend en girlfriend!" I quickly rambled on shaking my head at him.

"He helped me escape from a crazy girl that wanted to kill me." I kneeled down next to Hyun-su making sure that he was still alive and didn't die out of shock and fear.

"He said something about crazy a woman as well." The man casually said.

I wanted to ask him who he was because I hadn't seen him here before when I remembered Ji-su.

"Shit!"

I stood up debating if I had the leave Hyun-su here and go to Ji-su risking my own life. My gaze went back to the man who was about to walk away.

"Hey, sir! Can you go upstairs and check on a friend of mine? I'm sure that woman went after her when she heard the music. I would go myself, but." I pointed at Hyun-su telling him I couldn't leave him behind.

The man looks up from him giving me a stern look before letting out a groan and turning around. I watch as he goes upstairs leaving me behind on my own.

Well, not really on my own.

I look down at Hyun-su's unconscious body letting out a loud sigh. Knowing I had to get him back to his room, I kneeled down and put my arms underneath his armpits trying to lift him up without letting him fall.

Jesus, this boy is taller than me and I'm here dragging him around.

With a few groans and curse words, I reached his apartment safely. First I dragged him inside before closing the door quickly afterward. I didn't want to risk leaving it open with that woman still running around here. Gathering my last strength I picked him up again and dragged him further into the room. After I placed him down, I took a seat on the ground taking deep breaths.

I'm not in shape like I used to be before. I looked up at the ceiling trying to see if Ji-su was okay or not. The music had stopped when I came back into the room, but it was oddly quiet up there. Maybe the woman went down instead of up. I was just hoping that Ji-su was alright. I know that she can take care of herself, but seeing how that woman looks I don't know if anyone can take her down without a few shotgun blasts.

I stood up looking around.

There wasn't much to do for me here, but I also couldn't just leave him here alone. Biting my nails, I began to walk back and forth thinking about what the hell was happening with the world. Was this really the end of the world? Honestly, I didn't want it to end this way, but then there is a part of me that would happen that it is.

I jerked back when there was a knock on the door.

Is the girl fucking back?

There was another knock making me more anxious than I already was. I grab the stick that Hyun-su had earlier from the ground, keeping a tight grip on it before making my way to the door. There was another knock, but a voice soon followed.

"Mi-na? Are you in there?"

Ji-su?

I wanted to open the door, but what if it was something else again? I looked through the peephole and saw her standing there with a baseball bat in her hands. Nervously she was looking around trying to see if something was there.

"Ji-su? Is that really you?"

Her head snapped back to the door when she heard my voice.

"Yeah, open up! It gives me the creeps standing out here with that crazy bitch on the loose." I let out a sigh of relief.

That was definitely something she would say.

Hurriedly, I open the door letting her in. I wanted to close the door behind her, but a hand stopped it, making me panic.

Quickly I looked up and saw that it was the man from earlier. Without saying anything I let him inside. The moment I had closed the door and turned around she threw her arms around me.

"Thank God you're okay."

I wanted to say something, but she was squeezing me a little too hard to breathe.

"Ji-su.....air.... please," I mutter out.

She let go of me saying a small sorry.

"I'm glad you are also fine. I thought that it would have killed you!" She quickly shook her head.

"She absolutely wanted to, but she didn't get in my apartment."

Thank God.

I have never thought these old doors would be this strong.

I turn around and see the man kneeling next to Hyun-su.

"He hasn't woken up yet." His voice was stern and most people would immediately think he could be a gangster, together with his looks and intimidating gaze, but I didn't think he was.

In our town, there were a lot of gangs and bad people. Some even came over to discuss something with Miss Ward. I don't know what it was or why someone who runs an orphanage would make deals with people like them, but every time they came a bad feeling filled the house. So by now, I should know the difference. 

"Uhm, no."

The man let out a groan standing up before walking to the door.

"Stay here."

Was the only thing he said before leaving the room.

"He seems charming," Ji-su said looking back at me.

"Yeah totally prince charming," I mutter out, sitting down on the mattress with my back against the wall.

I began to play with my fingers looking up at the door.

"So what now?" She asked walking to Hyun-su, poking him with the bat to see if she gets a response.

"Just like he said. Stay here and wait. What else can we do?" She sat down on the ground next to Hyun-su letting out a groan.

"This is all so fucked up."

I chuckle looking down at my hands.

"Tell me about it."

For a few minutes, we just sat there in silence until groans came from Hyun-su's mouth.

"I think he's having a bad dream."

I moved closer to see if she was right and indeed it looked like he was having one.

Ji-su put her hand on his forehead feeling as if he had a fever, I think?

"Why is he so cold?" A frown came on her face and I quickly replaced her hand with mine to feel for myself. 

"I don't know," I whispered looking up at her.

The both of us looked up when we heard a door slam shut, followed by footsteps. To my surprise, Ji-su stood up and began to walk to the door.

"Where are you going?!" I hissed standing up.

"Stay here, okay? I'll come back if it's safe and with help for him." I didn't want her to go and put herself in danger.

Ji-su is an impatient person who doesn't like to wait around. I swallow thickly watching her walk out the door.

"Ji-su!" I managed to yell before the door was completely closed.

"Yeah?" She asked poking her head back inside.

"Please be careful."

She gave me a big smile nodding her head.

"Don't worry about me, you're the younger one I should be worried about you."

I smile nodding my head.

She gave me one last wave before disappearing behind the closed door.

I turned back around and saw that Hyun-su's computer had turned on. Jisu must have bumped into it when she stood up. I made my way to it ready to close it when my eyes saw the words appearing on the screen.

"Monsters? Stated of alert? Nosebleed?" I whisper out loud.

Previous Chapter ~ Next Chapter

[undercover-monsterlover]

Hello! I was wondering if I could please get a JJBA matchup? Any part is fine with me :) I'm a girl (she/her), and would like to be matched with a boy please <3

I’m 5’5, have dark brown hair with a blonde streak, and blue eyes that are always behind my glasses. I’m super extroverted and love to make new friends everywhere I go but I also like my quiet time at home! I’m told I’m really kindhearted and funny and I like to make jokes, especially sarcastic/witty ones. I’m super emotional and I feel everything REALLY deeply, I’m not afraid to cry over little things lol. I’m a total bookworm too! I’m definitely not adventurous and I love a good routine.

I look for partners that are genuine and I love tenderhearted people that want to do good in the world!

I hope that’s enough for a pairing🫶 thank you so so much!

Alright, I'd match you with...

Tonio Trussardi

It took me a while to think of who I would pair you with, because I feel people as friendly as you tend to get along with everyone. Everyone would be lucky to have someone like you, so I focused first on who you find appealing. And if you're looking for someone genuine, and tenderhearted, Tonio is your man. And as for someone who wants to do good I'm the world, Tonio hits the mark there as well. He may not be a world-saving hero, or philanthropist, but his dedication to not only providing a perfect meal, but a healing those he feeds, is even more genuine and reflective of his desire to help. It's just something small he can do to help, but he wholeheartedly dedicates himself to it.

I think Tonio would be very pleased to meet you at first, but only thinking of you as a very pleasant associate. I mean, you're so friendly with everyone, so extroverted, he's sure you don't think anything special of him, you treat him the same as everyone else. At first, at least. But when your gaze lingers on him for just a moment longer, or you take special care in listening to him speak, he starts to feel a little...conflicted. Is there something else there, beyond your regular sociability? Do you think of him as anything besides the owner of your favourite resteraunt?

I believe you would end up confessing to him first, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable by acting on something that isn't really there. But when you do confess, he's ecstatic. When you do begin to date, he's surprised to see you do seem to like your quiet alone time as well, he didn't think that extroverted nature of yours needed any downtime. But he certainly loves to relax with you, and the feels incredibly proud that he's one of the only people who gets to see that side of you. He feels like he's being let in on some cute secret.

Tonio himself is not much of a comedian, but he does find your quick wit and jokes quite funny, he has a good sense of humour despite not being a jokester himself. It occasionally takes him a moment to register your sarcasm, but when he does, he always finds it cute. You seem to be able to draw laughter from him more effortlessly than anyone else, wether that's due to your humour, or just how much he likes you specifically.

He's not entirely surprised you seem to be a very emotional person, you always seemed a very open and unpretending person. He's not put off or unnerved by tears, they're always simply met with a gentle smile and comforting embrace wether you're crying over something like a sad movie, or something serious. If it is something silly, he might be a tad bit amused, but he tries not to let you see it, he's completely content to hold you through any little fit of tears.

Tonio of course loves to cook for you, but he's almost annoyingly adamant about keeping you out of the kitchen while he does. He wants everything to be a surprise, and it's difficult to focus when you're trying to steal a taste of something while he's making it, or just being in his general vicinity. You are very distracting to him, after all. But hey, you'll certainly save money on healthcare a doctor's appointments. He's very attentive to your health, and anytime he notices something, wether it's actually an issue or not, he's making a meal fine-tunes to help you. He's even considered making a meal to reverse the astigmatism of your eyes, but he finds your glasses too cute to actually go through with it.

[pineappleciders]

can you do a scenario with stan walking in on the reader engaging in sh? and also one with wendy please

TRIGGER WARNING: self-harm, wounds, blood, blades etc.

STAN and WENDY walking in on reader s/hing

A/N: i like doing these types of asks, they are very comforting :D platonic as always. sorry if wendys is too short, i got a bit lazy

•••

stan marsh

"mr. garrison, can i go the bathroom?"

you scurry down the hall, snagging your backpack to bring to the restroom with you. today hadn't gone so well.

you close the door and enter one of the smaller stalls, locking it and sitting down on the toilet seat. you didn't typically enjoy sitting on it with your pants on, but it'd have to do.

time passes, and you feel yourself get a little light-headed. you lay your head on the wall to catch your breath, and you jump when you hear the bathroom door open.

"Y/N? dude, what's taking so long? we have to start the test soon!"

"sorry, i'll be out in a minute!" you begin to gather your things and zip up your bag, sighing of relief when you hear stan walk out.

you sling it over your shoulder and leave, meeting face to face with stan in the hallway. "jeez, what were you doing in there? mr. garrison told me to come get you so we could start the...." his voice starts to trail as he catches sight of your arm.

it suddenly hits you that you didn't roll your sleeve down, and your heart sinks to your stomach. you rush to pull it down.

"dude, are you okay? how did you get cut like that?" there's a look of concern on his face, and it kind of hurts to look at.

"oh, uh, my cat..-"

"what cat?"

"..... my friends cat scratched me the other day. it didn't really hurt, nothing to worry about."

"those are still bleeding though, are you sure?"

you honestly can't tell if stan it catching onto you, or if he's just genuinely curious about this said cat. you don't know where to go from here, so you opt to flee from the scene

"yeah, yeah, c'mon we oughta get back to class. everyone's waiting for us." you rush past him, speed-walking to mr. garrisons classroom, but you're abruptly stopped when stan grabs the handle of your backpack

"..?" you look back at him, growing even more nervous.

"dude, you know you can talk to me right? i mean, i know i'm not the best at feelings, but i'm still here if you need advice or something." you can tell stan's getting a little anxious. he's never been in a situation like this before!

you can almost feel a physical sting in your heart when he says that, and you can feel a few tears prick your eyes.

"no- no, i'm-" you try to say something, but your throat begins to hurt and you can't keep a tear from gliding down your cheek.

stan's mouth opens a bit, and he quickly places his hand on your back, giving small little rubs and pats of reassurance. you're scared, you didn't want anyone to find out like this.

his face is scrunched with concern and what appears to be sympathy. he's quiet as you sniffle and try to clear your eyes.

"no.. no i'm..." you get the words out a little clearer now, but you can't seem to lie. your throat stretches and hurts.

stan flinches in surprise when you quickly engulf him in a hug, grabbing onto his coat and he awkwardly pats your backpack with one hand, the other still on your back.

"stan... i don't.... i'm sorry." you want to talk. to tell him everything that's been going on and all of your pains. but, you truly can't get the words out.

and so, you opt to cling onto stan as hard as you can, sobbing into his shoulder and getting snot on his brown jacket. he doesn't say anything. he simply holds you, patting your back and occasionally ruffling your hair gently.

it's nice, you think. there haven't really been a lot of opportunities whereas you just got to cry in someone's arms, let alone one of your friends. you can only imagine the ridicule you'd face if eric saw you hugging stan like this.

stan is patient, and waits for you to calm a bit before speaking.

"hey... i know it's really hard.. and, um.. i'm proud of you, OK?" his words are awkward, but you can tell he means it with his facial expressions. "seriously. i don't really know much about this kinda stuff, but i'm here if you wanna explain it. sorry."

you're not sure why he apologized at the end there, but you can only assume he feels somewhat responsible for your state. or perhaps that he wasn't always the best listener, or greatest friend... you know he tries though.

you give a small smile and pull back a bit. "yeah, thanks. it's fine. thank you."

he gives you a small smile back. "do you.. need to see the nurse? i can tell mr. garrison you had diarrhea."

chuckling at the word, you shake your head. "haha, no it's alright. let's get back to class, yeah?"

•••

wendy testaburger

wendy had always been known for being incredibly progressive and understanding. especially in the more recent years, when you couldn't help but notice her kindness and general personality improved.

you'd always thought she was nice, but it seems that those little smiles she gives you in the halls are more genuine now.

it'd been a hard day for you, and you've retreated back to your room after a long day of school. you didn't exactly want to do this, but you needed to relieve the pressure.

you sit on your bed after closing your door, a razor blade in your dominant hand, and your wrist bare. you were kind of disappointed in yourself for losing your sober streak.

a few minutes pass, and you nearly hit a vein out of fear when your door swings open and wendy bursts through, looking very excited and holding something in her hand.

her smile quickly transitions into a horrified look when she sees you, a blade pressed to your arm. you share the same look, and you two just stare at each other.

"Y/N?" she's in shock for a moment, before regaining her senses and rushing over to you. "oh my god, Y/N, what are you doing?"

she almost sounds like a mother scolding you, but the compassion and worry in her voice reaches your ears.

she takes the razor from your hands and sets it aside, returning her gaze to you and kneeling down, clasping your hand within hers. the look in her eyes makes you want to cry.

"Y/N, why... that's right over a vital artery. god, don't- don't do that, okay?" her voice is shaky, and she seems really panicked. her eyes dart around the room, landing on yours, staring you down deeply.

she takes a few deep breaths, before standing up and sitting next to you on the bed, still holding your hands. "Y/N... why didn't you tell me you were hurting?"

wendy's eyes are full of desperation, searching for an answer from you. tears blur your vision, and everything starts to turn grey.

"i... i'm sorry. i didn't want to worry you."

this seems to hurt her, and she pulls you into a warm hug, before pulling away again.

"Y/N.. i really care about you. i.. this seriously isn't good for you, you could seriously injure yourself! please, we can- you can talk to me. i try to let you know all the time, but i really do care, so please- just tell me next time."

her voice is a bit less panicked now, but you can still tell she's incredibly anxious.

"here, let me patch you up. stay here."

she gets up to leave to get medical supplies, and you can't help but notice that she takes the razor blade with her.

wendy tries to be serious a lot of the time, but her composure always crumbles when someones hurting or in danger. she doesn't get nervous often, but it can completely wreck her when she does.

so, in a way, you've both seen a secret side of each other tonight. sometimes you smile to yourself thinking about it.

[monstrous-fusion]

*appears* hello hi may I please be enlightened about 2 and 8? :D

*squints* I feel like number 2 is a targetted attack /lh

Honestly/?? Tune and Zonau are the hardest for me (I know you're REALLY shocked). I've gotten more used to drawing Tune, but goodness gracious Zonau is DIFFICULT. Zonai motifs are a pain in the butt

Oh yeah, and this guy is hiding the most deranged tattoo ever, thank you for giving me an excuse to post that reference;

I'm genuinely surprised by how tough the second question is, but I am always up for a good challenge! The low hanging fruit here would be to point out that Zonau is based around Tears of the Kingdom revealing that the 10k hero was actually Zonai all along (I just changed his design up a little bit because....yikes /lh)

but I wanna say the one most influenced by an event/dialogue in the games is Engie! Near of the end of the game before the final fight, Zelda asks Link what he wants to do after this whole thing is over. You get three options; Knight, Engineer or I don't know. I chose Engineer of course, and Engie's character would reflect that choice. I.e not liking fighting as much and being far more book smart than street smart.

[danganronpadedication]

DAY 1 & DAY 2: DANGANTOBER

Day 1: Favorite Protagonist Is it really a surprise on this one? Hajime Hinata is my favorite protagonist, by far. Don't get me wrong, I love the other protags as well, but Hajime will always have my heart. He is my husband, he is my girlfriend, and he is me. If I were a combo of two Danganronpa characters, I'm Tsumugi and Hajime.

During my first playthrough of SDR2, I didn't expect to really like him all that much. Makoto had been such a great and impactful protagonist, and I didn't think Hajime would be able to top that. How wrong I was. I could write essays about this man if I had the time and the patience. There's just so much rattling in my brain about him. He's so baby girl.

First of all, he reacts just like I would in that kind of situation. Because, let's be real, if I thought I was about to start a semester at my dream school, only to somehow be teleported to a remote, tropical island with a robotic rabbit magical girl for a teacher, I'd have to take a moment to crouch down in the sand and have a bit of a breakdown too. He's so real for that. There would be moments in game, where something would happen, I'd make a joke, and then Hajime would say the exact same thing, almost verbatim.

He is my favorite character to project onto. He's a burnt out gifted kid, that's why he wants to be special so bad. He wants to feel like he still had potential and value. He just like me frfr. He's got that dog in him, but depending on the day, that dog is a loyal German Shepherd, or a sopping wet chihuahua. He's such a sweetie, but also so sarcastic. He's the kind of person that I actually want to be friends with or date in real life.

I really like his dynamics with everyone in-game too, and that includes the dude who shares this post with him. He was a bit more assertive that Makoto, but honestly, Makoto's more assertive and Hajime's less confrontational than people remember. But Hajime's always talking mad smack in his mind when anyone does anything, and in all fairness, he's the least freaky on an island full of freaks.

His relationship with Chiaki, whether you think it's romantic or not, is also really heartwarming, and heart breaking at the same time. Tears were shed when she died (both times), and when she shows up for some life advice from beyond the grave (both times). Their friendship in both the game and anime is just so real, and wholesome, and I really wish we could've seen more of it.

Towards the end of the game, he's especially engaging, because that's when the glory that is Johnny Yong Bosch's voice acting is on full display. By the time he's being confronted by AI Junko and the Future Foundation members, he's lost two bad bitches he had chemistry with, found out he's been inside a simulation this whole time, learned that he went through a procedure that fundamentally transformed his identity, and that he's associated with the group that was a big part in the end of the world, all within twenty-four hours. The way it's acted is with such genuine turmoil and anguish, it's so amazing. Once again, if that were me, I'd be tweaking just as much. In fact, he's not tweaking ENOUGH.

Finally, the Izuru plotline. Once again, this was something I didn't think I'd like. ''Oh really? So the dude we were playing as this whole time is the mastermind and he didn't even know it? What a cop out." But actually, it's very engaging. I have fixated on it, send help, I've spent too long analyzing every moment of this L'Oreal model known as Izuru Kamukura. Izuru could honestly be a whole post on his own, so I won't harp on him for too long. All I'm saying is that the fic "Made Perfect" by Lexichae on Ao3 is on my to-read list, and I don't usually read fanfiction.

Hajime deserves all the hugs and kisses and cuddles in the world, and I am happy to deliver unto him. <3 PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

Day 2: Favorite Antagonist These two go hand in hand (hehe), so it works out that I forgot to do yesterday's Dangantober prompt and had to make up for it today. Out of the three main antagonist characters of the series, Nagito is definitely my favorite. I want to be able to hang out with him, I feel like it'd either be the calmest, or wildest hangout ever. Something will go wrong, but the caliber of tragedy is what will shake things up. I want to hold his frail hands and give him a self-care night, and I also know that after he's all cleaned up and relaxed, he's going to probably blow something up.

I love how, in the beginning of the game, Nagito's just the most chill guy ever towards Hajime. He's kind of a weird ally to start with. He walks around with Hajime, introduces him to everyone else, and gives him a guided tour of the available areas. He dogs on him too, but let's be honest, Hajime's the kind of guy who would be really fun to annoy. Nagito's also really silly in his own manga, such as the scene where he wakes up Hajime by pulling on his ahoge. But his chill demeanor doesn't last too long, because by the end of the chapter 1, there's already such a change to his personality that makes him so engaging.

He plans a crazy and well-thought out murder plot, which shows just how calculated and manipulative he can be. The part where he starts genuinely tweaking in trial 1 is hilarious too, and Bryce Papenbrook's acting there is so iconic. They paid that man the big bucks. He is so smart and conniving in chapter 5, anticipating factors for his little plot that'll happen after he's dead, and that showcases just how intelligent he is.

But beyond that chapter, he manages to be a big help in the trials, while still being a little scamp and a freak. No matter how condescending he is, let's be real, their chances of surviving trial 4 would've been much lower if he wasn't there. On the topic of chapter 4, I also really love how his entire mindset shifts upon the discovery of everyone being the Remnants of Despair, it really helps explore the psychology of Nagito Komaeda, which is a probably an enigma to even himself.

His backstory is so tragic, that it's almost comedic, I want to give him the biggest hug that would probably crush his frail bones into dust. The best part is that he's still chill. even after he's shown to be batshit insane. For example, in the chapter 5, when the group basically jumps him and tries to subdue him again.

"There's no use struggling!" "...But I'm not struggling." It's not his first rodeo, we all know that he got knocked unconscious by Kazuichi and Nekomaru in chapter 2, but he just rants and rolls with it. I'd listen to him rant, as we work on drinking the MOUNTAIN of Mr. Hopper he got in the anime. As a Dr.Pepper fan, he's so real for that. Speaking of the anime, he's a sweetheart and his voice is so comforting. He knows how to be a character that goes from 0 to 500, and look good doing it.

I know he's supposed to be a big, bad, scary Remnant in UDG, but they made Servant a little cutie pie. I may be biased because I just love the Remnants of Despair, but he's just a sweetie who was unjustly used as a punching bag the whole game. He didn't really even do anything in-game that was threatening. He was more of a threat in SDR2. The others were off committing war crimes, and he became a single father of five. Though, the lines he says in that game are extremely sus, I can't tell if Bryce Papenbrook was paid too much, or not enough to say those things. They held my guy at gunpoint in that recording booth.

The hand thing is freaky, I'll give him that, but it's very good insight into the psychology of the Remnants versus the psychology of Nagito as a Remnant, since he's vastly different. His love for hope and hatred for Junko and despair remaining core personality traits, even while in despair, is so interesting. SPEAKING OF LOVE FOR HOPE, THAT MAN IS GA-

Was it casual when you said "From the bottom of my heart, I am truly in love with the hope that sleeps inside you."

He's quotable too, many of his lines are things that go through my head on a daily basis.

I want Nagito, I wanna give him hugs and kisses and self-care nights, and maybe commit a crime or two together <3

PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

Me to Hajime and Nagito frfr.

Wish I could draw for dangantober, but alas, I am not confident enough in my art yet to do so. Maybe next year. I have no mouth and I must type rants.

-Mod Tsumugi