#shoot me why dontcha

[prismartist]

cellbit saying the reason he trusts jaiden 100% is because her correio elegante to him solidified her in his head as someone who would fight fervently for her loved ones and he trusts people like that rather than people who are nice to everyone all the time and im thinking about how similar they are in that regard a an.,. aa an d..............

[aquicksojourn]

once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?

fractured glass

no amount of orchestrated class is ever going to hide the fact that you’re doomed to be alone. you’re a puppet, you’re a weapon, but most importantly? you’re a fraud. your facade isn’t malicious, but that doesn’t change a thing. everything in your life is in your control now, and you chose to let yourself become stiff and distant. you’re guilty of everything you blame yourself for, and your misfortune is the fault of nobody but yourself. your selfish nature forges you into a man-made monster, so quick to blame and so desperate to escape consequence. i hope that you can become someone you’re proud of soon.

[sisyphus-prime]

I told a 35 year old coworker about cryptid cr.ush and how I like the battle mechanics and im realizing how mortifying that is now because I forgot it was a dating sim

Again

And he said he's gonna look into it.

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

"Energized with all the glory."

F!reader x FAMOUS!Satoru Gojo

♡ Tags. Female reader x Satoru Gojo, rough sex, drinking, uses of the words "princess", "my pretty", "my dear", and "Pretty girl", swearing.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. THIS IS SMUT.

Satoru is beautiful, and that's an understatement. Short, fluffy white hair, smooth fair skin, long white eyelashes, long fingers, a slim yet muscular build, a silky voice, glossy lips, and of course, his hypnotic blue eyes.

So, it's no surprise that a modeling agency came to him one day, or that he became famous in three days, and of course, it's not a surprise you saw him in every magazine, every post you see on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, TikTok, you name it.

But, the supermodel saw you once, and was obsessed the very second it happened.

He just saw one of your random posts, and needed to know more about you.

So, he slid into your dm's.

...

And now, here we are, in his mansion, sipping red wine while you sit on his lap.

It was such a sultry and soft vibe, dim lights, him wearing a black tuxedo, and you wearing a beautiful red dress he bought you beforehand. And if you asked him why he did all this, he wouldn't tell you. Mainly because he himself doesn't know.

"Hm. I think you look really nice in that dress, my dear. It fits you perfectly, dontcha think?" He asks with his cheeky grin, booping you on your nose.

You nod in response, a soft smile on your lips as you look up at him. The wine is clearly expensive, maybe a bit too expensive for your liking. You're just a normal girl, living a normal life. You didn't expect this supermodel to invite you to his house, one of his many houses.

But, it all made sense after his endless compliments on how beautiful you are, and of course, it made even more sense when his hand started to wonder down your body, gently squeezing your nipples through the thin fabric.

"S-Satoru, H-he—" You get cut off by him pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, and you can feel his smirk from the way you try to hide your moan. His other hand starts to slip lower, rubbing against your thigh as you start to feel a poke against your ass.

"Hmm... It's okay, princess. Just relax for me, yeah?" He says with that charming smile, rolling up your dress to expose your panties that are soaking.

How can you say no? The supermodel let you in his house, gave you a fancy dress, fancy whine, and—he looks gorgeous. And, not very many people can experience this, so why not enjoy it?

And that's how you ended up in his bed, head pushed into the pillows, him ramming into you with the meanest thrusts you've ever had. You scream for him eyes rolling back while both your bodies continue to collide in a back-and-forth motion, him whispering "You're doing so good, my pretty— fuck- not many can take me this well~" he slurs out, leaning down to bite your shoulder.

"S-Satoru, p-please, be gentle— nghh- y-you-" You cut yourself off with a streaking moan when he goes faster, and you can feel his smirk when he talks.

"D-oh, why would I be gentle when I h-have the best pussy in the world r-right here?" He asks in a low and breathless way, voice high like he's about to moan or cum.

You don't answer, you can't answer. You just keep babbling his name, the feeling of him pushing in and out of you, hands rubbing circles into your hips, and his whines, it's all too much.

"Pretty g-girl, I-I fuck, I'm g-gonna c-c-" But he can't even finish his sentence when you clench around him. He cuts on the spot, strings of long and hot cum shooting into you. You follow suit, with him still grinding against you through both your orgasms, leaving you overstimulated and shaking, not to mention out of breath and about to pass out.

But, he quickly lets go of you and rolls you over, smiling as he pushes the hair out of your face. How does he look so pretty even after sex?

"You okay? Did I hurt you too much?" Yes. He hurt you a bit too much. But was it worth it? Oh, hell yeah.

You fucked a supermodel.

[coffinwoodx]

“Just make sure you don't lose him. You'll not find another like him...” why don’t you just kill me instead, huh? kill me. stab me in the chest. shoot me in the head. drive a stake through my heart, why dontcha? cremate me, while you’re at it. i’d rather DIE.

[ashoss]

Did you ever watch Hamilton animatics?

shoot me in the fucking head why dontcha

[shallowseeker]

Pamela is not just a complex stand-in for Dean's desires in 14x10, she sometimes speaks for him. AS HIM.

When Sam & Cas get into the Michael illusions, Dean immediately handles the, uh. IPA beer.

Ahem.

He looks strangely shy here, busying his hands, having something to do, eyes downcast. He flicks his eyes up lightning-quick towards Cas, but only for a second.

///

He's acting a little...weird. Fidgety. Looking away-ey. Keeping busy-ey.

Enter Pamela, animated, coming right up to them.

At the beginning of the episode perhaps she represented the stand-in for Dean's not!partner, but now she's a stand-in for Dean's words and his emotions:

PAMELA: "Cas! Sam!"

TO SAM: I'm glad you're back safe. S'startin' to worry. (snap) Don't tell Dean.

TURNING, more flirtatiously towards Cas and with the SAME Dean-air of weird bashfulness:

PAMELA (becoming more breathless, more bashful and strange): He'll...(odd pause, steps closer)...(shakes her head weird) use it against me (giggling, touching Cas's left shoulder).

Dean is oddly unanimated in the BG, 'cause Pamela is moving in his stead.

What's she saying though? What's the coded message?

"Don't TELL (HIM). HE'LL USE IT AGAINST ME."

This is Dean, trying desperately to keep a wall of what he loves away from Michael. Dean's mind is steely, locked down, but he's fighting hard to keep his true feelings as locked down and he can make them.

(Perhaps he's even been successful hiding some of his feelings from Michael?)

NOTE: Pamela and Dean both have dishrags. Pamela: animated, Dean: unanimated. They're one-to-one here.

Next:

DEAN: Hey, what're you guys waitin' for?

Now that Pamela's "gone more neutral," Dean's the one who's animated. (And they'll trade back and forth for the rest of the scene.)

SAM: (frustrated) None of this is real. This bar, Pamela-- PAMELA: Scuse me? You've never met someone more real than me, Sam Winchester.

Dean going silent, pointing at her like it's her cue to talk.

CAS: You're just a complex manifestation of Dan's memories designed to distract him.

Pamela turns to DEAN, not reacting to Cas, but ...almost like she's...waiting on words. And Dean almost like he's...thinking of words to say for both of them.

The whole thing is easily interpreted as Dean simply considering Cas's words. But a more fun interpretation? Pamela talking FOR Dean.

His eyebrows do the jumpy thing they do when he thinks of something flirty and "wowza" to say, he opens his mouth and--

PAMELA (looking Cas up and down): You really know how to talk to a lady, dontcha? Cas seems a little taken aback.

///

Why Pamela? There's been so much made of Pamela.

Dean picks Pamela for his illusion because she's a psychic; that's comfortable to him

She's tied up with his first meeting of Cas and angels

Also: He's literally being possessed and suffering the effects of angelic possession. He's probably feeling guilty about Castiel's part in the whole system of possession and angel kills, making his brain reassess everything he know about Castiel.

//

Communicating with Pamela:

Dean doesn't have to tell her things.

She can read his mind and talk for him. She's a lampshade; she's even visualized near lampshades.

Her dialogue is contrived and odd because they're often Dean's words and emotions and worries, cloaked in the manner and style he remembers of Pamela.

Not only is Pamela safe/psychic/all-knowing, her manner of speaking is outlandish and "free," allowing Dean to direct that energy at...Cas.

///

And there are some other oddities in the scene I really like, too.

When they kill the vampires, Pamela is shooting the "drunk one" in the heart, where Dean had just been standing.

Then Dean beheads "raincoat vampire (name per script)," splattering both Sam's and Cas's necks with blood, as if they've been beheaded, too.

There's some hidden aggression here, I think, especially when paired with Michael's taunts, because although negative feelings don't paint a full picture, they're fleeting...and often a little bit true.

And sometimes, your family do feel like they're vampires, sucking all the life out of you. Sam is a burden, as children are, and they leave you. Cas is obligation and he does make mistakes, as spouses are and do.

Dean's understandably a little bitter about it all. He takes the bad with the good, sure. We all do. But AU Michael paints in black-and-white without nuance or 3D shape.

Pamela shooting the drunk vampire in the heart is a nod to that sometimes Dean's feelings go unverbalized as he sacrifices on behalf of others.

That's partially, I think, why his happy place isn't the kitchen or a library or whatever. It's not family or home-grown labor. (He loves laboring for his family, it’s a love language of his for sure, but this isn't about that. It's about escape.)

This is a small business that he owns and runs; he's sitting at a desk with paperwork!

He's a caretaker finally getting their own thing, even if it's floundering.

///

Back behind the counter with Dean, Pamela turns flirty again: "You guys got real messy on that ghoul hunt, huh?"

And Cas tries to set the record straight. It's not from a hunt. It's from the illusory loop.

Pamela and Dean get silly and ignore Cas and Sam.

SAM: Man, we were there together when she was blinded!

(angel noises)

[unconsiousppldontwanttea]

my favorite trope is when the main character and the other character are sitting and the other character suggests smt and the main character goes “I think I’d like that.” SHOOT ME IN THE HEART WHY DONTCHA

[shukufuyu]

[A3! Backstage Translation] Tasuku Takato SSR — BE.MINE Ver.Tasuku (2/3)

Tasuku: I thought I should firmly clean it so as to not catch a cold, but It’s harder than I thought…

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Izumi: Your setting for the “BE.MINE” photoshoot has been decided! It’s “The boyfriend that wipes your head with a towel”

As for the setting—during a date…you got drenched when it suddenly rained…

Omi: I see. It was totally different from our speculations.

Tsuzuru: Right.

Muku: I think it’s such a wonderful situation that suits Tasuku perfectly well! Azami: Eh, Muku-san?

Muku: Ah, I’m sorry. I happened to overhear and joined the conversation…

Tasuku: All’s fine, but is this ‘wiping your head with a towel’ kind of setting really that good? 

Muku: Yes! This kind of scene where there's sudden rain during a date often appears in shoujo manga!

Muku: In a panic, they went home, and in the end the heroine and the boyfriend got drenched together.

Izumi: I also saw something similar in a drama. The heroine thought the date got ruined, so she felt bummed out.

The boyfriend who pretends to not care at all, asks “You okay?” while wiping the heroine’s hair that made her heart skip a beat.

Muku: Right! The gap between being drenched and being shown such a refreshing smile.

His toughness being shown through skinship…and such a gentle consideration. It’s definitely a setting that earns tons of heartbeat points.

Tasuku: So it’s somethin’ like that… I still don’t really get it, but it looks like I could use it as a reference for the photoshoot.

Citron: You can rely on Muku when it comes to understanding a girl’s heart! [1]

Omi: I also learnt from it, thanks.

Muku: Ehehe, you’re welcome. 

If you could use a reference, you can ask me to lend you a shoujo manga, Tasuku-san!

Citron: It looks fun, so I’ll help you practice~!

Tasuku: Yeah, I’ll ask you when I need help.

Tasuku: (Alright. I’m drenched in sweat after a practice as a guest appearance, let’s wash up, and refresh well…)

Hm? Is that Citron over there?

Citron: Tasuku, you came at the right time! I was thinking of going to your room after this.

Tasuku: Is there anythin’ you need…hey, dontcha think you should go wipe your head with that towel first?

Dry your hair properly after a shower, or else you’ll get cold.

Citron: I drenched my hair to help you out for the photoshoot! 

You may use me to practice for the photoshoot and clean off my hair!

Whether you can properly clean someone’s hair in a boyfriend-like way, I’ll give you a strict examination!

Tasuku: Ah right, you told me you’d help me practice.

(It’ll certainly could be a practice, so I’ll try it out)

Got it. Hand me over the towel.

Citron: Yes, think of me as a girlfriend and gently clean my hair.

Tasuku: …Is this fine?

Citron: You’re too crude, my head hurts~!

Tasuku, you’re a hopeless boyfriend!

Tasuku: I thought I should firmly clean it so as to not catch a cold, but It’s harder than I thought…

Kumon: Nii-chan, I’ll wash your back today!

Juza: Aight, thanks.

Citron: Kumon and Juza, you came at the right time!

I’ll have you two practice on me after you’re done!

Tasuku: Why are you so aggressive about havin’ me practice for my photoshoot…?

But, it is true that I need practice for the shoot. So when you guys finish, I’ll wipe off your hair too.

Juza: Whaddya mean practice…?

Kumon: Hmhm? What’s up?

Kumon: Sorry for the wait, Tasuku-san!

I just finished—!

Juza: Me too.

Tasuku: Alright, just as I explained earlier. To practice for my photoshoot, I’ll be wiping off your hair with a towel.

Kumon: Understood! Can ya start with me?

Tasuku: Yeah.

…How’s this?

Kumon: It’s kinda ticklish, you’re probably a lil too gentle?

I guess I’d prefer it if you’re a lil more stronger with it!

Tasuku: So it’s too gentle this time.

I guess I should be changing my approach, and try to suit the other person.

Citron: Not only that, you have to be considerate of their feelings!

Tasuku: Do I really have to do that?

It’s far deeper than I thought…

Citron: Come on, the next one is Juza!

Tasuku: (Hyodo and Hyodo Jr.’s preference might just be similar. This time, just a little stronger…)

How’s this? If there’s anythin’, don’t hold back and just ask.

Juza: Nah, it feels just nice.

Tasuku: Really?

Citron: You’re getting better little by little! Tasuku, you should keep up at this pace!

Sakuya: Hm? What’s everyone doing?

Citron: Tasuku, I’ll also leave Sakuya to you.

Tasuku: That’s what I was about to do.

Until I get the hang of it, I’ll clean everyone who gets here.

Sakuya: Eh?

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[1] the term 乙女 (otome, lit. maiden or an unmarried woman) is used by Citron here to describe Muku’s understanding of girls falling in love in shoujo manga.

[radiosummons]

I ran out of arrows while exploring the Depths with Yunobo so I decided to teleport out of there to stock back up. I was not fucking expecting Yunobo to then turn to me with the saddest looking face and ask me why I was leaving him alone in literal Hell.

Just fucking take me out back and shoot me why dontcha, Nintendo!!!!

[itsyagurlchip]

٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭  ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Hell ofa Ride٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭  ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰

✰⋆⁺ warnings: crack(!) I'm mean full on (!) moxxie's pov(!) cussing(!) like some real vulgar things(!) singing(!) reader is aro/ace coded if u squint(!) Moxie being a theater kid(!) guns(!) blood(!) y/n is being used (😱)(!) gore(!) I probably gotta go to church after this-(!)

✰⋆⁺Maybe I just want to loose my mind, or possibly vent. Arentcha tired of bein nice? dontcha just wanna go apeshit?

✰⋆⁺ You may have been afraid before, but you aren't anymore. LETS FUCK SHIT UP!!! I wonder what caused you to snap? Better yet, how do we put you back together? hell if I know 🤷🏾‍♀️.

On the news Katie Killjoy announced:

"Welcome back to the news!!"

"Yes- and here we are! My name is-" Tom suddenly got pushed out of his seat.

"No one gives a shit you pussyfart!!" Katie lashed out, with her arm stretched out to Tom's direction.

"On this cockblocked day we have the weakest shit you can find! Nothing more than a shooting at Straight Pride Square!!" (I wonder who the hell named that) "Take a look!" she said, as the camera zoomed in on reader and Blitzø shooting up a candy store, stealing a many treats as they could.

The camera zoomed even more on (Y/N)'s face to show how hard they were laughing. The TV turned off.

"Oh dear! What's going on with them? They're usually so kept together- and, you know, peaceful! dare I say shy!" Millie had walked in the room, bringing a cup to her lips as her brows furrowed in concern.

"Id blame the boss" Moxxie says, "I'll be back honey" He sighed as he stood up and walked to the door.

"Love you Mox! Don't die ❤️" Millie cheered!

"actually do it fatty" Loona demanded.

And he was off! into Imp city he goes! Adventurous as he was, Moxxie did have to admit he was feeling some fear,

'but not onto the brink of cowardice!', Moxxie recited in his head. His finger erected (hehe) into the air as he thought to himself,

"I gotta keep moving!" The thought of finding his shy friend filled him with determination. Moxxie marched on forward, head up and feet dodging and sidestepping nasty liquids!

The walk was getting a bit boring- so why not sing a little improv?

I save dick by giving it cpr~

let's watch-

HOLY SHIT! A car zoomed past him at Max speed! phew! that was close...-!

*POW POW POW*

Dear Satan? is that-!?

*more gun sounds*

Unholy cow, it is!!!

"(Y/N)???!?!"

The demon was on a shooting spree, gunning left and right everywhere they could.

"Oh, hey Pussy 😁👋" They replied back, swinging the machine gun around. Moxxie brought his hands up immediately.

"T-thats n-not my-" *GUH GUH GUH GUH (please pretend these are gunshots) * "-name.." The imp cowered out.

"Don't give a fuck🙄. Anyways- look at what Blitzø taught me 🤪" (Y/N) said as they brought the bazooka to the sky, spinning in a circle as she kills off atleast 30 flying creatures.

"um- (Y/N)? w-we should probablygobacktotheofficebeforesomethingbad-"

*BOW BOW BOW*

The new gun they had sent powerful sounds, as well as blows, to anyone in a mile radius. Their hair flew back as the impact from the gun expelled as much air as the reader pleased.

"Uhhhh- yea, imma go-"

"OH NO YOU DOING YOU MAN WHORE! COME AND GET SOME ACTION!!!" Blitzø suddenly arrived, throwing a few shotguns at the poor man. *BANG BANG BANG*

"YEA 🤩 GET IN ON THIS ACTION 😝😝(PAUSE)" The reader added on, getting a double homicide as a couple died by their will.

"yo ass fat gurl! lemme get a piece" someone in the background, who definitely doesn't matter, slid unattractively. Man, where did he come from?.

It didn't really matter, they were gonna die anyway. You then mumbled to yourself in irritation, noticing you missed a shot to that cannibalistic grandma you hate.

"Damn hag...Also- to whoever said that, your mom's a hoe 😌" They said, instantly piercing a bullet into the exact person who said that. His body fell from a roof with a splat, with some of the blood landing on Mox's face.

so that's where he was hiding. huh.

"YEAH, THATS THE SPIRIT (Y/N)!!!" Blitzo yelled as he strategically headshot 10 people in a row. He threw a few more bags of ammo at you, to which you caught, as he cackled and crankled at the chaos surrounding this part of the city.

"so, why are we killing people? I mean- we weren't payed for it, so-" *POW* Moxie just barely missed the opportunity to duck as a thick bullet slightly grazed his striped horns.

"SAY SOMETHING ELSE MOX POX 😡😡I DARE YOU 🥸🫵 SAY ANOTHER WORD AND YOU GONNA SEE A NEW LIGHT, AND YO WIFE IS GONNA SEE A NEW SPOUSE 😏😼😼" You shouted, pointing your weapon at him and thrusting your hips at the air.

"But I thought you were-!?" A gun from the background aggressively clicks. "I- ok..." Moxie fearfully replied, getting the dirty work done before he lost the love of his life as well as his own.

bullets pierced the air, as well as bodies, into the red sky, and onto the deep red ground. no one was safe from the reader's wrath. which is ironic because they're in the pride ring.

A few hours later, the 2 imps and the demon finally started their treck on home. that is if you can count shaking in a petrified way while being carried by your boss as walking.

Moxie started to theorize on why you had such a change in behavior, especially one like this! Did you have stinkmeaner's essence within you? were you perhaps a relative of the hateful spirit??? Have you unlocked something truly destructive to this hell???

And somehow you figured out how to speak with emojis? What the hell!!? That's a theory for another day.

Because that's just a theory. He couldn't prove anything even if he wanted to- Heck, Lucifer himself wouldn't even believe his words!

Man, it was a helluva ride. A ride Moxie never wanted to go on again.

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[backwards-blackbird]

Gotta go with my husband Amon for the ask game!

LET'S GOOO-

Sexuality Headcanon: On the spectrum of homosexual/demisexual

Gender Headcanon: He/him/his

A ship I have with said character: Lieumon (Amon/Lieutenant). Of course. ❤️

A BROTP I have with said character: Amon and Tarrlok. I want nothing more than these two to work out their shit and grab a drink together. Preferably not on a motor boat. (Although can't defend Amon taking away his bending - that was a douche move.)

A NOTP I have with said character: Amorra. I know a lot of people dig this one, and in all fairness, I understand why. But it doesn't jive with me personally.

A random headcanon: Amon has a quiet home life and is an avid reader. He and Lieu will frequently read two different books while entangled on the same settee.

General opinion on said character: Goodness gracious, I love Amon. There are things I have issues with in the finale - namely the strange lightening of his skin tone, his betrayal of Lieu (shoot me straight through the heart, why dontcha) and the fact that he was not legitimately scarred/didn't at least have a better failsafe for his facial situation? I think given his dark backstory, it wouldn't have been too far-fetched to have him deliberately scar himself for the sake of his image and cause. It would have been extremely fucked up and extremely in-character.

I like how Amon's motivations are at least somewhat justified. His extremism comes from his cruel upbringing and how bending pulled his family apart, not from some villainous thirst for power. I also think his character design is an absolute BANGER, his voice is sexy as hell, and he's by far the best villain the series had to offer. I would have loved to have seen so much more of him. ❤️

[strange-calathea]

Owwww I rewatched I saw the TV glow now that I fully understand it and just OW??? SHOOT ME IN THE HEART NEXT TIME WHY DONTCHA??? IT WOULD PROBABLY HURT LESS!

[asterkiss]

Prompt: ‘I thought you loved me’

I’m in the mood for some angst ^_^

"I thought" prompt list Oh anon coming straight in with the juicy request... I like it. Afraid this took on a weird life of its own and didn't turn out as angst so much as just "wtf Bill".

- Not Even You

Mabel ran through the trees in the twilight, eyes wide and frantic as she allowed twigs and branches to scrape her skin without care. 

She had to find Dipper. She had to warn him!

The teenager was running so quickly, she barely saw the figure step out ahead of her in the darkness until it was almost too late. She gasped as she met his eyes, lurching to a stop so abrupt she stumbled over.

‘Well, well, well, what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ out this late?’ Bill teased, watching her playfully. ‘Dont’cha know this is when the monsters come out to play?’

Mabel let out short gasps of breath as she backed away, staring at him frantically. 'Why are you doing this?'

Bill blinked. 'What do ya mean?'

'You hurt my friends!' she yelled, face flushed and eyes shining with tears. 'You almost killed Grunkle Stan!' She sniffled, shoulders deflating as all energy left her. Eveything had been fine before tonight. And now it was all wrong and awful. She felt empty. 'I thought you loved me,' she whispered quietly, looking on him with imploring eyes. 'Why would you do this?'

Another slow and deliberate blink. 'I did those things because I love you, Shooting Star. Cm'on, dontcha get it? They were in our way.' There was no trace of sympathy in his expression, only annoyance that she didn't seem to understand him.

What had happened to the redeemed Bill? The one who forsake his earlier persona and demonself for her sake? Had the last six months been a lie?

'You're crazy,' she whispered, eyes wide as her heart broke. 'What do you- do you expect me to be okay with that? What the hell!?' She was screaming by the end of it. She felt distressed, she felt betrayed, she felt angry that she'd fallen in love with him only for this to happen! It would almost be better if he cackled in her face and announced he'd been tricking her all along but the fact he seemed to believe what he was doing was for her own good in his twisted love just felt worse.

Bill clicked his tongue.

‘Haven’t I said it before? I won’t let anybody get in the way of us being together, Shooting Star,’ he declared, gaze growing dark beyond human ability. He took another deliberate step towards her, and Mabel's eyes dropped to the shadow beneath his feet as it began to stretch out across the ground and creep in her direction.

‘Not even you.’

With those words of finality, the shadows leapt forward, lurching out of the ground like vines and grabbing her. Her yell echoed through the woods before it was abruptly cut off.

[gl00mystarz]

Ah, that's superb! Well then, I would like to request a Sean with a Male!Reader who learns about the Readers chest scars (you know, because he's trans :0) but if you don't feel like you are able to do that, then a Male!Rrader who has cheesy one-liners, is getting flirt back by Sean and Reader is learning on that day that they are very easily getting flustered by a silly scottish accent :]

Yes!! I myself as a trans man love writing trans readers!!

Plus I love Sean, Sean is amazing and the love of my life <3

CW; swearing, mentions of scars and transphobia (not from Sean<3), injury, Micah (/hj)

WC; too tired <3

Battle Scars, sorta ya know?

See, Sean was a rather nosy fellow, at least that's what he'd often say about himself. So of course, he had heard many stories about some scars you kept hidden on your chest, and no one knew the real reason they were there. So he was a little curious, taking it upon himself one late night at the camp, while you were off by yourself fixing up your latest wound. He asked you "Oi, how'd ya get those scars if ye don't mind me askin'?" you of course sighed, a little too caught up in your injury to want to answer, but of course, your little crush on the Irishman got in the way, so you figured why not. You knew he'd blab to the whole camp, but you didn't care. You knew the gang would love and accept you anyhow. It was just Sean you wanted to still love you.

Despite everything, and how the Irishman may act, you loved him dearly, Sean made you feel whole in a way you couldn't quite understand, but nonetheless, you trusted him. So you turned your attention to him, looking at him skeptically before sighing "They're crude top surgery scars, Sean, I wasn't ya know.." you began to trail off, unsure of how to word the next part in a way you were sure the; probably drunk, Irishman could understand. "I wasn't born a man Sean, I'm just as much a man as you.. or Arthur, just born different." At this Sean seemed to think for a moment, only to open his mouth and be cut off by Micah. "What she's sayin' ya drunk bastard is she's a fake man."

You had chosen to ignore Micah's crude commentary and went back to tending your wound, becoming completely turned off from the conversation. You expect Sean to laugh, but instead, he seemed to get.. angry? "Whatcha talkin' bout man? He's jus as much a man as you or me. 'Fact, thinkin' he's more a man than you, ya dirty rat." Giving Micah his normal smile he spoke once more "Why dontcha scram now fore I bust ya ugly fuckin' face in, yeah?" You could see the look of shock on Micah's face, and it made you laugh a bit as the aforementioned man skulked off to somewhere else in the camp, probably to bother another poor soul. Though your heart beat wildly in your chest; giving Sean an appreciative smile "Thanks Sean, means a lot to me."

Sean looked at you almost bewildered "Why wouldn't I protect ya? You means a lot to me ya know. Wouldn't want that nasty ol' bastard to ruin how you're feeling." He looked around a bit before a cheeky smile popped up on his face "Does that mean ya have the lady bits like the other girls in camp? or would they be your man bits?" Of course, Sean had to end it off with you laughing, shaking your head, and almost wincing at the pain shooting through you from your injury, but you're glad he always knew how to keep your mood light. If anything, you wouldn't trade your spunky Irishman for anyone in the whole world, you were glad it was him you ended up falling in love with, and you always would be.

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so scarlet (it was maroon) ✧ sokeefe

✧ ship: Sophie x Keefe

✧ what to expect: it all went down went a book went soaring across the classroom but sophie never expects it to end the way it does. acrylic smeared on cheeks, pigment-stained clothes, and a whole keefe sencen later, maybe she never despised him as much as she thought she did.

✧ genre: romance, fluff, humor, sarcasm - enemies to lovers trope, human au, and a love triangle to torment you guys 😈

✧ word count: 1.77k

✧ warnings: fluffy moments. be prepared to scream.

✧ link to masterlist

✧ link to chapter five

✧ A/N: I had so much fun writing this, I really hope ya'll like it!

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CHAPTER SIX

“Hey.”

Fitz slid into the seat next to her with his tray of lunch, happily snacking on a waffle. Sophie couldn’t help it; she grinned, moving over to make room for him.

“Hey.” From afar, she felt herself getting hypnotized by his teal eyes. Sometimes it was like Fitz could see into her soul and look at her deepest desires.

“So, I was wondering.” Fitz fiddled with his fork. “Do you wanna go to the movies with me tonight?”

“Oh!” Sophie blushed, looking down. “Fitz, I’d love to, but–”

“She has a tutoring session with me.”

Keefe sat down beside Sophie, sharing a secretive smile. Yesterday’s events rewinded themselves in her head, and she chuckled aloud, nudging him with her elbow.

“Okay, is there something I’m missing here?” Fitz asked. In unison, Sophie and Keefe burst in laughter regardless of the weird looks they were getting.

“Imagine Kelly actually–”

“I still can’t–”

Fitz calmly waited for the laughter to pass, gently taking Sophie’s hand afterwards. “What happened?”

“We pranked someone yesterday,” Sophie explained. “It was hilarious, you should’ve been there. Oh! I forgot.” She gestured to Keefe. “Fitz, this is Keefe, he’s helping me with the art elective I’m taking. Keefe, this is Fitz, my boyfriend.”

Keefe’s smile faded. “Yeah, we’ve met.”

“You have?”

“Mhm.”

For some reason, both the boys avoided looking at one another. Fitz scooched closer to Sophie, and she leaned into his warmth.

“No PDA, guys!” Biana exclaimed (for the thousandth time) as she sat in the seat across from Sophie. Dex, Tam, and Linh made themselves comfortable in the remaining spots.“I don’t need to see my best friend and brother snogging in public.”

“Biana, who even says snogging anymore?”

“Me!”

“I agree with Biana, coming to school is torturous enough as it is.”

Keefe broke into a smile. “Hey! Bangs Boy!” Biana jerked her head up, eyes widening. Sophie suppressed a smile, remembering all the times Biana would talk about Keefe’s “gorgeous curls” and his “wonderful blue eyes’. Her best friend’s dreams were basically coming true.

But Tam looked at Keefe like he was so done with him already. His eyes narrowed into thin slits, though you could barely see them because of his bangs. “You. What are you doing here?”

“Just because you hate making new friends doesn’t mean I have to.” Keefe whispered in Sophie’s ear, “That’s my science partner. He’s a lil grumpy, dontcha think?”

“And that’s Keefe Sencen,” Sophie heard Biana whisper (more like yell) into Dex’s ear. He, in return, put on a fake smile and replied, “Yup. That’s him.” Poor guy, she thought. His efforts were never enough for Biana’s attention.

“One lunch. One, peaceful, quiet lunch is all I ask for,” Linh muttered under her breath. 

“Tell me about it,” Dex said in agreement, shooting wistful side glances at Biana while she devoured a chocolate chip cookie. Sophie looked around at her friends, then at Keefe.

“Are you okay? I know it’s a lot.”

Keefe shot her a smile, but instead of lightening his face up it made him seem more weary. 

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

***

Keefe was walking with Sophie to art when Fitz tapped him on the shoulder. “We need to talk,” he said.

“I’ll catch up with you in a minute, Foster,” Keefe called, then turned to face his ex-best friend. “What do you want, Fitz?”

“I want you to stop getting comfy with my girlfriend.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.” Fitz crossed his arms, his chin lifted in defiance. “You think I can’t notice when you get all comfortable with her? There need to be boundaries; she has a boyfriend.”

“Okay, first of all, this is fucked up. You can’t tell her who she can or can’t be friends with.” Keefe emphasized the word so loudly, Bianca turned to look at them strangely before heading down the hallway with Linh.

“All I’m saying is she’s my girlfriend.”

“I’m pretty sure I heard you the first time.”

“Good.” Fitz opened his mouth like he was going to say something else - an apology, Keefe hoped, for the fallout they’d had over Alden, but he just closed it again and jogged the other way, his jacket fading to a black blur.

As much as Keefe grew to dislike him, Fitz was right. Sophie was happy with her relationship as it already was; he couldn’t just waltz in and demand Sophie’s heart when it already belonged to her boyfriend. No matter how much he hated it, he had to let them both be.

Ironic, isn’t it? His ex best friend and his crush. What a pair.

But for the moment, he shook his head and ran ahead to the head of blonde hair in the distance.

***

And so their sessions continued. Sophie slowly learned to draw, and Keefe kept a respectful distance from her as he taught her the basics of art. They eventually passed the strange-each-other stage, and soon they were actually really great friends, to Sophie’s surprise. She found herself knowing exactly when her tutor was nervous, when he was forcing a smile, and when his mind was completely elsewhere.

Which was why, when Keefe was in the middle of telling her all about perspective and shading, she interrupted him with her hand on his shoulder.

“What’s bothering you?” Sophie asked as she brushed the stray hair out of her eyes. She gazed at Keefe, who was fidgeting with his apron, noticing the cerulean paint streaks on his cheeks.

“Nothing. I’m tired, I guess.” Lips turning up gently, he picked up a paintbrush with his messy hands, covering it in pigment. Sophie didn’t budge. The slight crease between his eyebrows told her everything she needed to know. That, and subtle frown that would appear on his lips as he got lost in the purples and blues of his painting: a breathtaking sunset behind the tall grass of a prairie. 

“No, you’re not. What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s ‘going on’, Foster,” he snapped. “I’m just exhausted. End of story.”

Sophie reared back, slapped by his words. She turned back to her own canvas, which wasn’t nearly as good as his, but a good effort nonetheless. They worked in silence for the next few minutes. Keefe seemed to finally notice she was hurt because he said, softer this time: “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lash out like that.”

“I know, it’s just—“ She sighed. “I wish you would tell me. Is it school? Is it your family? I’ve never seen you this worried.”

“It isn’t either of those things.”

“Then what?”

Keefe finally tore his eyes off the canvas before him, gazing at her with an intensity that bore holes through her skull. Instead of their usual hard shine, his irises were soft, reminding Sophie of how ice melts under heat. The way he looked at her alone had her cheeks turning pink. But no matter what, she didn’t break eye contact. Keefe had gone through a lot, as she’d come to know over the past month. She needed to know he was alright, and not having an internal mental breakdown.

“It’s about you.”

“Me? Did I do something?”

Sophie waited impatiently, expecting an answer, but instead Keefe stepped closer and pressed his pigmented finger against her nose. She felt the cold acrylic seep into her skin as she said,

“You didn’t.”

“You sure about that? ‘Cause your nose is looking like an overripe blueberry right now.”

A silent staring contest began—and Sophie had to grudgingly admit she knew Keefe was going to win. So she dug three fingers into a container of green paint and smeared it all over Keefe’s face in squiggly lines.

“Oh, you’re so on!” Keefe slowly crept closer until Sophie could detect a hint of—was that cologne? He never wore cologne. It smelled somewhat spicy, but...also like vanilla? Whatever it was, it caught her completely off guard. Which gave Keefe just enough time to reach out and—

“Keefe!” Sophie yelped as he began to tickle her. She clawed at her neck but in turn he held her arms above her head, smirking villainously as his hands traveled to her stomach. She could do nothing but cackle and shriek as she wiggled under his touch. 

For the first time, Sophie glanced down, only to see that her magenta crew neck was soon stained with blue fingerprints. “Keefe, this is my favorite sweatshirt!” She whined. Lunging for the nearest two bottles of acrylic, she tackled him to the ground and dumped the yellow and pink paint all over him, from his perfect hair to the varsity jacket he wore. Keefe sputtered and coughed as Sophie laughed in glee above him, pinning him down with her knee against his chest.

Keefe couldn’t help but join her. They said to make a girl fall in love, you had to make her laugh. But every time she laughed, he was the one who fell in love, deeper and deeper each time.

You’re going to be the death of me, Sophie Foster. 

She was so close he could see her glistening lips, her perfectly-curled lashes, the flecks of gold in her irises so they shimmered in the fading daylight. There was only so much he could do to resist doing something that would jeopardize their friendship, so he tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, watching in satisfaction as her cheeks, once again, bloomed with a scarlet hue.

“Sophie,” he breathed in all seriousness. “We’re friends, right?”

“Of course,” she replied without hesitation. Those two words were so sincere that Keefe’s heartbeat automatically slowed down.

A silence came over them like a cloud, but it wasn’t awkward. In fact, Keefe sort of enjoyed it. He watched the way Sophie’s eyes flickered back and forth between his own; how her lips parted; the way she blinked innocently while she stared at him.

But as much as he would’ve liked to, they couldn't stay there forever. With a sharp inhale from Keefe, Sophie scrambled to her feet, offering him a hand. He took it, and looked into the mirror, gasping.

“My hair!” He exclaimed, trying to wipe the pink out of his hair, but he only spread it more. Sophie snorted, swatting his hand out of the way.

“C’mon, you can wash your precious hair in the bathroom. I’m not letting you get in my car with all that paint on you.”

“Whose fault in the first place?”

“Yours, because you started it.” Sophie gestured to the bathroom, smiling uncontrollably. It lit her face like a lightbulb. “What are you waiting for? Go clean up, Sencen.”