#the guy who made tobi wear that shirt

[kudzucataclysm]

bnuuy

[mouwrites]

Thinking thoughts about these guys again

Creepypasta/MH - Things That Make Them Think of You

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Nina the Killer, Tim/Masky, "Ticci" Toby

Jeff the Killer

Violence. Specifically, committing it

I know that sounds bad, but he gets so high off of that stuff

The adrenaline rushing through his veins, the wild smile that comes to his face, the noise, the sights... it's euphoria for him

And when he reaches his peak, endorphins at maximum saturation, that's when he thinks of you

It's almost like he subconsciously asks himself if there's anything in the world that could make him happy like this, and his subconscious responds by conjuring an image of you

As if he couldn't get any happier, thinking of you just pushes him higher

This happens a lot...

He'll be killing someone, already over the moon, then he'll blast to Mars when he thinks of you

And he starts associating you with violence; even if you're the gentlest person in the world

It's the happiness it brings him that links it to you

Though if you're a psycho (affectionate) like him, there might be another reason he associates it with you lol

It just gets worse over time; eventually he can't even see other people committing violent acts without thinking of you

He'll be watching a horror movie, and blood will splatter the screen and he'll be like: Nice. Y/n's nice too. Y/n... <3

Jane the Killer

Quite the opposite of Jeff; it's the quiet moments that get her thinking of you

(my reasoning is confusing but I'll try my best to explain T-T)

And there are two reasons for this

One, because whenever she gets a moment to think to herself, her brain always wants to think of you first

Maybe it's just hunting that hit of dopamine it gets when she imagines your smile, or the way your hands feel in hers...

Or maybe it's just that it's become a habit for her to think of you so often, so it's second-nature that she does so when she gets the chance

But the second reason is that she loves peace, and you are her peace :)

She's a vengeful person with a lot of turmoil inside, so when her environment is peaceful, she tries to follow suit

She's just taking what she can get before she has to go back to hate and obsession

So she imagines the peaceful things in her life

Namely, you

Even if you're not a very peaceful person, she feels at ease when she's with you

So, when it's quiet, she thinks of you to quiet herself

Memories of forehead touches and holding hands are more than enough to fill the silence :)

Clockwork

Literally everything.

I’ve mentioned this in a previous post, but Clockwork will find the most random things that remind her of you

She’s got a very creative mind; she can find the subtlest of things that make her think of you

Oftentimes they’ll be disturbing things…. Like a dead animal or smth

But she gets a little smile when she thinks of you anyway :)

She’ll probably send you a picture of whatever it was that reminded her of you

So you’ll just get a text out of nowhere like:

[picture of a dead wasp] “thought of you <3”

After a while you’ll learn to just not ask

Because you’ll definitely get one of these texts AT LEAST every other day, if not every day

Sometimes they’re actually nice things though! Like a song or a pretty sunset :)

Or something she saw while shopping that made her think of you; she always makes sure to steal …obtain those things

And ofc she gifts them to you 😌

Nina the Killer

I think it depends on your aesthetic

To me, Nina is someone who’s very in tune with aesthetics

Even if yours is super niche, or it doesn’t fit under a specific category like “emo” or “butch” or even “clowncore,” she’s got it DOWN

And so it’s always things that fit your aesthetic that make her think of you

Maybe it’s a view: a dark forest, a bright sunset in your favorite color, a sunny park, an eerily empty sidewalk…

Maybe it’s clothing: pants, shirts, dresses, jackets… always the exact kind of thing you’d wear :)

Maybe it’s music: she listens to music like. All the time. So she’s definitely at least dipped her toes into a genre that’s so totally you

Or maybe it’s something miscellaneous: a pop tart flavor, a blanket, a picture, the color on a soda dispenser…

No matter what it is, you’re guaranteed to love it

She always manages to surprise you with yet another random thing perfectly suited to your aesthetic

And she’s always on the hunt for more >;)

If it’s something she can physically bring to you, you best believe she will though

And if you decide you hate it (you won’t, but maybe later when your aesthetic changes), you guys light a bonfire and burn it together :)

Tim/Masky

It’s a Polaroid picture of you

He’s not in the picture; it’s just you

The flash is on, illuminating you and leaving the background in dark obscurity

He took it himself one night when he was just enamored with the way you looked

He did it casually, just telling you to look at the camera

The rest was all you; maybe you smiled, maybe you threw up a peace sign…

Whatever you did, he felt it captured your essence perfectly

He stared at the photo for a long time after it came out, and he still stares at it frequently

He carries it deep in his wallet where no one can find it

He’ll pull it out when he needs to think of you, usually when he’s especially down

Which is pretty often, my boy is troubled :(

He’ll trace his fingers around the edges, remembering that night

Your voice fills his ears, your scent fills his nose, and suddenly he’s aching to see you in person again

And he will; he’ll probably call or text you soon :)

“Ticci” Toby

Honestly? Probably something super obscure related to some kind of inside joke between you two

I’ll paint an example

Maybe you two were in the kitchen together, and you wanted him to get out the milk for you

But you ended up calling it a “mug of jilk” instead of a “jug of milk”

Toby, of course, bursts into laughter

He teases you for ages afterwards, calling milk “jilk” and always pointing out jugs of milk with a knowing grin

You’re in on it too though

You always snicker whenever he does those things

Maybe that’s why it becomes so special to him; it amuses the both of you

He gets to laugh and hear you laugh :D

So (in this case) he’ll think of you whenever he sees a mug of j (oh gosh oh no you guys got me too) jug of milk

And he probably takes pictures to send you too

You’ll just get a text that says “jilk mugs spotted ‼️” and a picture of the milk aisle at the grocery store

He likes to imagine your laugh when he sends texts like those :)

Thank you so much for reading!! Take care my lovey doves <33

(divider by saradika)

[hauntinglyhaunted]

Creepypasta Headcanons!

(Jeffery Woods, Eyeless Jack, Toby Rogers.)

Starting off with our crispy himself!

Jeffery Woods:

I actually believe he'd be moderately okay with self care (with the exception of showering, because he's gross 🧍)

Like, he def keeps different kinds of lotions to help hydrate his burn scars (I'm projecting ikik) and has a variety of different scents.

I actually think he doesn't have a strict preference for what kind of music he listens to, but tends to listen to heavy metal or older emo music.

Def listens to ICP. You can't change my mind.

I actually heavily headcanon him as someone that'll pick at his skin, specifically the skin on his fingers/hands. It's a bad habit that he has tried (and failed) to shake off.

Drinks monster/energy drinks like its WATER.

He's the type of guy to point at someone's concert shirt and ask them to name 3-5 songs

Eyeless Jack:

Out of any of the pastas, I believe he'd be the best when it comes to self care-- Considering the idea of him originally wanting to be a surgeon.

Carries hand sanitizer with him EVERYWHERE.

I believe he has a habit of over washing his hands and is constantly using hand sanitizer.

He has sensitive hearing from his heightened senses, so I believe he'd keep earplugs on him 24/7

Tried to prepare organs like someone would a sandwich, he regretted that.

The type of guy that doesn't pick up on humor. You quote something online around this guy and he'll just take it as you being dead serious.

Tried to eat human food so he could feel "normal" again, but it made him sick. Still tries it every now and then, but it can result in him just curled up on the floor. Think of how some people that are lactose intolerant will still eat dairy (you know who you are 🙄)

In some med schools, it's actually preferred to know a second language (that could also just be where I live, so 🚶) and I actually believe he knows bits of Spanish.

Parts of his life before the sacrifice is actually a major blur for him, it's like looking through a fog for him.

Hates the smell of mint.

I feel like he mainly uses echolocation. Or if he could "see" anything, it would probably be like seeing the temperature of something

Example:

Bro constantly cold. It could be the middle of July and he'd probably be LAYERED up. Long sleeves, hoodies, etc.

Toby Rodgers:

Chews. His fingers, the scar on his cheek, dead skin on his lips, he just chews.

Unironically wears socks and sandals

Due to high levels of stress, I like to think he'd have white steaks/patches in his hair. :]

Tried to give himself a piercing once, it didn't work out. It scarred.

Either Midwest emo or grunge, you can't change my mind!

Has listened to the front bottoms (father...) and the mountain goats.

Listens to Nirvana sometimes. 👏

Due to his trauma, he prefers to not drive or ride in the passenger seat. He either forces himself to sleep or zones out SOOOO hard.

Since he can't go get his hair cut professionally for obvious reasons, some of his hair is uneven since he doesn't know how to cut it properly.

Toby doesn't like sweetened coffee, he either drinks it black or eats instant coffee because "it works faster"

He regretted this.

Got my first ACTUAL post down! Hope you guys like it! Tried to keep it lighthearted since it's a starter. I take requests btw. :]

[fandomshifter]

hiii, i loved your writing!! 🫶

can i ask for hcs of toby x s/o masc who has a sunny personality but is very protective of toby? (srry for bad english, is not my first language! *-*)

TOBY X MASC READER - 🩸

I hope these are okay for you!! :3

⦻ You would share clothes and Toby would compliment you all the time say things like, "Hey handsome!" Or "Looking manly there babe!". He would make sure you feel loved all the time.

⦻ As for you, after you and Toby got together, you grew fairly attached to him. Wearing pieces of his clothes whenever he isn't home and sleeping in the same bed all the time.

⦻ When Toby was home you would be hanging out and doing things toghether like; Baking, cooking, drawing and other things. You would spend most of your time with him.

⦻ Your very sunny and cheerful personality would throw other residents in the mansion off but it was a nice change. If someone said something mean to Toby, you would become angry and your tone of voice would switch up. Now your not the kind of person to be 'all bark no bite' you would hit a bitch for your boyfriend.

⦻ Another thing you both have is alot of matching things: Necklaces, bracelets, shirts, piercings, tattoos etc. You constantly wear them and ontop of this alot of the things you guys match with are hand made!!

⦻ Slenderman letting you both go on missions toghether is a slim chance but when it does happen, the job takes longer than it should and sometimes it doesn't even get done right. You both mess around in the woods or in the parks near them and completely forget about the mission, too in love with your boyfriends antics to care.

⦻ You both love going down to the lake and messing around there in the summer, you both hate staying inside the mansion for days on end.

⦻ He write poems and draws you all the time, he has done it so much you have a space on you wall that just full of pages and pages of things he has written or drawn for you.

[yowyowyaoi]

Deidara’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Tobi:

How long do you boil water for hard boiled eggs?

How long do you boil eggs for soft boiled eggs?

Is there a thing like medium boiled eggs?

Do we have eggs?

Where are the eggs at?

Have you seen my cloak?

Have you seen my gloves?

Have you seen my sandals?

Have you seen Zetsu today?

You left your piece of pie in the refrigerator for 3 days can I eat it?

Do ladybugs have toes?

((early morning)) Do you ever think about how we’re all just wiggly spirits wearing suits made of skin and bones and teeth and hair?

From Hidan:

Fucking Kakuzu getting on my fucking nerves today!

Wanna go half on a pizza?

Ditch that mission with the puppet, it’s hot let’s go swimming.

My shampoo is half gone let me find out it was you who used it asshole!

Did u see how Uchiha limped outta the shark’s room 😏?

I accidentally took Konan’s bra from the laundry room n now I’m scared to give it back bc she’ll beat my ass like last time 😓.

From Itachi:

Did you take my face cream?

Did you take my lotion?

Did you eat my dango from the fridge?

Do you have the $20 you owe me?

Where did you put my sandals?

Are you the one who left that drawing of me and Kisame on the bathroom door?!

From Obito (using a fake number):

You’re so beautiful.

That puppet doesn’t deserve you.

I would treat you like a king.

I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you.

Every time I see your face my heart sings with joy and pain. Joy from the miracle of your existence, pain from knowing I will never have you.

What? No! Who is this “Tobi” you speak of??

From Konan:

Face masks tonight?

Made brownies you want one?

Can you come help me paint my toenails?

Did you borrow my leave in conditioner?

Quick come to my room I have some hot “tea” from Konoha !!

From Kakuzu:

Rent’s due.

You either kick in for your share of the utilities or I’m cutting your lights off tonight.

You and Hidan get your asses downstairs and clean up all this mud you tracked into the house!

Start picking up your food and drinks or I’m putting you outside. You are attracting ants. We can’t afford the bug guy again.

If I step in one more wad of clay I’m throwing it all in the trash!

Please cease your attempts to set Tobi on fire. We can’t afford hospital bills OR a lawsuit.

Fuck no. I can barely feed you little brats. A dog is out of the question!

I just got this months phone bill. STOP PLAYING ALL THOSE DAMN GAMES BRAT! That phone is for BUSINESS COMMUNICATION only!!

From Nagato: 

Where’s your mission report?

Mission report due IMMEDIATELY.

We need to talk about the grievances Tobi has brought to my attention.

Don’t lie: were you and Hidan the ones who put black hair dye into my shampoo bottle?

Stop giving our address to food delivery drivers. This is a HIDEOUT. We are supposed to be laying low.

From Zetsu:

The next time you decide to set off a bomb in a public place can you be considerate enough to ASK whether I was planning on eating any of the people first?! 

From Kisame:

Come help me scale these fish and you can have some when I cook them.

Like a double date? Sure. But only if you swear to be nice to Itachi.

No. Samehada is not a toy.

I don’t care kid, make Itachi cry again and I’m biting your head off.

Swimming?

It’s not chocolate it’s a protein shake.

From Sasori:

Already said No. Stop begging.

Dinner tonight?

You left your shirt in my room.

Stop asking me to rate your selfies. I’m a busy man. And they all look the exact same.

Only if you agree to wear a hairnet or something. I’m not spending an hour picking blonde hairs out of my sheets like last time.

Oh come on, please? You’d be the centerpiece of my entire collection!

No. Stop being lazy and write your own mission report.

I miss you. 

Did you spill juice on that puppet? It’s all sticky.

Kakuzu said No? What’d you do to piss him off?

Alright. Be safe. Love you ❤️

[rosemaryblossoms]

Warm 𝔼𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖

Poly soft yandere husbands x (whatever your pronouns are)reader

(Y/n)=your name

(Ex/p/n)= ex partner name

(T/ex/p/n)= Toxic ex partner name

(R/n)= random name

(N/n)=nickname

You woke up to the sounds of rain, you got up carefully to not wake up your sleeping husband,Elijah next to you; his skin was peaches and cream, freckles decorated his arms, shoulders, and cheeks,(both 😉) his wavy ginger bangs covered his eyes like an english sheep dog, his pretty pink lips were curled in a small smile. God was he cute, you went down stairs to the kitchen, the smell of breakfast was in the air. Your other husband, Raffiel or Riff-raff you like to call him after you guys watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show on movie night two years ago, was making breakfast, the mood lighting complimented his beautiful chestnut skin, he was wearing a indigo sleeveless turtleneck with a black satin waist corset and black jeans, black cross earrings.He wore his braided raven hair in a half up half down ponytail. He was humming lonely angel by Lauren Synger, he stopped when you walked closer he turned around and gave you a forehead kiss. (I forgot to mention you were already dressed to start the day)

“Hey baby”he said with a smooth deep voice, “slept alright” you nodded your head. “Well breakfast is ready, want me to make you a plate?” "𝚗𝚘 𝚝��𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗." You made your self a plate of your favorite breakfast foods and gave your husband a kiss as a thank you for the delicious food. “Your off today right?” You nodded. “Good cause I want to snuggle my babies after a long week of work.” He said as he poured his coffee and took a sip. Riff-raff began to fix a plate for Elijah, which speak of the devil stepped in the kitchen; he was dressed in a tie dye shirt that says “peace” (I know how original) with Jean shorts and ankle cut socks. Elijah went to Riff-raff who happily gave him his plate and a kiss, he then places his plate across from you then gives you a kiss for sitting back down on the booth seat and began digging in to his breakfast.

(Few hours later cause I’m running out of ideas)

You were on the couch cuddling until the news came on. . .

“ex/p/n, t/ex/p/n, and r/n had went missing, they were last seen at green star park, if you see them please call the numbers below.”

“Oh dear those poor things.” Elijah’s emerald green eyes went dark. “I hope they’re alright.” A smirk twitched on Raffiel’s face. You stared at the screen, you changed the channel, it was souring your mood. They noticed your behavior changed, “hey y/n are you ok?” Elijah looked at you with a concerned look and Riff-raff petted your head gently and cuddled you closer as a sign of comfort. You told them them the news made you bitter and that you would rather listen to something else. They just nodded their heads in agreement and then continued to pamper their sweet baby, their angel, their bride/groom/partner, their snuggle bunny. Oh it just feels so good in their warm embrace.

Bonus: he’s home. . . Finally! After a long plane ride! He’s pulling into the drive way to finally be in his babies’s arms.

“Oh my pretty babies!! I’m home!!”

[jrmytxt]

Bandages

Fandom: Metal Fight Beyblade Characters: Masamune Kadoya, Kyouya Tategami Relationship: Masamune Kadoya/Kyouya Tategami, Masamune Kadoya & Kyouya Tategami Summary: 5 times Masamune saw Kyouya bind (and 1 time he didn't) Warnings: Binding with bandages/Unsafe binding Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2221 Notes: This is supposed to be shippy, but nothing much shippy happens until the end and even then it's not that explicit, so, really, if you'd prefer this as a platonic story, you can read it as such! Happy pride month, enjoy my Trans!Kyouya fic!

I'll post the entire story after the cut, so I don't have to make multiple posts

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On TV

The first time Masamune ever saw Kyouya was on TV. Battle Bladers was popular enough to get a single time slot on an American channel. It wasn’t prime-time but that worked, because Masamune didn’t need to split his time with Zeo or Toby.

Kyouya was powerful, he could admit that. Powerful and maybe even a bit intimidating. Watching him battle never got boring, and he had to say he was always glued to the screen whenever he was on.

One thing that perplexed him about the other was his style of clothing, though. Everything seemed torn and ripped, but not in a natural way. Not like regular wear and tear, and Masamune wondered of the guy ripped them on purpose to seem cool and edgy.

The bare midriff wasn’t necessarily doing him any favors either, even if it wasn’t a bad view. Especially when, during one match, the wind made his shirt ride up and revealed… bandages? A frown had spread over Masamune’s face when he’d seen that. Was the guy hurt? And yet he was still battling? That was peculiar, and probably not very good, but Masamune had to admit that he was a bit impressed. He had to meet that guy, and he had to battle him.

2. During Battle

When Masamune did finally face Kyouya in battle, it was a tag team match. He was a little bit disappointed, if he was being honest, but he’d make do with what he got. During this championship he’d long since realized that there were much stronger opponents out there, and that he had to take any training he could get, especially regarding situations he still needed to master.

After all, what good would it be to be a Jack of all trades, but master of none?

The disappointment did however persist, when that Kyouya fellow pretty much completely ignored his existence in favor of screaming at Gingka instead. Not that that seemed entirely unbelievable, but still, he was there too after all! He knows he did tell Gingka that he could take on Kyouya and that he’d have his own rematch with Nile. It would have been nice to get recognized, though.

A frown spread over his face and he glanced over to Gingka and then to Kyouya. Both of them sank to the ground, still very much exhausted from their last match against each other. He looked at Nile, who was similarly distracted, and another glance at Kyouya made him notice, once again, the bandages underneath the other’s shirt.

His brows furrowed in confusion (and concern), and he wondered how badly he must’ve hurt himself in the last battle if he needed that many bandages. Sure, he seemed a bit bruised and beaten up, much like Gingka, but that seemed unnecessary. Maybe this tag team battle had been a bad idea. Neither Gingka nor Kyouya were in any condition to fight.

Those thoughts were quickly wiped from his mind, though, when he had to focus back on the battle and he pushed them away.

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3. In the hospital

The final battle against Nemesis cost everyone. A lot of them sustained injuries bad enough they had to go to the hospital, Gingka especially. Amongst those people had been Kyouya as well, and Masamune debated whether to pay the other boy a visit or not. He was already there for Gingka anyway, and so far he still hadn’t really had a chance to just have a regular conversation with the other. The few times they’d seen each other was during the championships and world-ending catastrophes, and that didn’t really leave any time for bonding.

Following the directions a nurse had given him, he stood in front of the hospital room and debated his decision. It would be weird, right? To just go in there, and exclaim he was here to see Kyouya. The other probably didn’t even remember his name. Or maybe he thought him annoying. The last thought didn’t matter, he decided, because when had that ever bothered him? So, with as much bravado as he could muster, he opened up the door to the room and came face to face with a horrified Kyouya.

“Idiot! Don’t you know how to knock?!”

The other huffed, and underneath the disgruntled and angry expression on his face, Masamune noticed a slight blush, that got hidden when the other hurried to pull a shirt over his head.

This time he’d seen the bandages clear as day, but it wasn’t surprising. Not this time. He’d sustained pretty serious injuries, and Masamune didn’t doubt that he’d broken a few ribs.

“Your chest always gets it the worst, huh?” “What? What’s that supposed to mean?!” “Well, whenever you’re injured you’re always wearing bandages around your chest. How often have you broken your ribs at this point?”

Kyouya’s expression was not what Masamune would have expected. Instead of a scowl, or a glare, the other seemed surprised, and almost a bit worried. He averts his eyes and crosses his arms in front of his chest, almost as if to hide it.

“You noticed?” “Well, yeah. You wore bandages after your weird exhaustion battle with Gingka. And when I saw you on Battle Bladers you were wearing them, too. By the way you really shouldn’t fight when you’re injured.”

Kyouya seemed alarmed, his eyes widening.

“It was on TV?!” And before Masamune could respond, Kyouya took a deep breath, very obviously forcing his expression from alarm to an indifferent scowl. An expression Masamune had gotten used to seeing on Kyouya, but never before had he noticed how fake it looked. “You watched me on TV?”

Masamune decided he wouldn’t push the matter any further, because it simply wasn’t his place. Him and Kyouya barely knew each other. Instead he grinned and nodded, taking a seat on one of the chairs close to Kyouya’s bed.

“Sure did. Battle Bladers might not have been a prime-time event in America, but I watched all of it. And I was rooting for you.” A grin. “You were pretty powerful. Still are. You impressed me, and I’m not easy to impress!”

Kyouya’s lips tugged up into a smirk and Masamune realized that it was the right thing to say. After all, that was exactly what he needed. A good conversation starter. And who didn’t like listening to other people praising them?

“I thought ‘Wow, I have to meet that guy’. And even if you didn’t win, you still left an impact. The same thing can be said for the world championships. You know, I was pretty disappointed that I didn’t get to properly battle you. I’d been planning on that.” He stuck out his tongue. “So I’m challenging you to a battle whenever you’re feeling better.”

That, too, seemed to be the right thing to say, because Kyouya’s smirk widened.

“You got guts, coming in here when I’m injured and challenging me to a battle. I’m sure I could kick your butt even with all my injuries. You’ll see!” “But that wouldn’t be any fun, would it? I want you at full strength!”

With that the ice was broken, and Masamune spent a lot longer talking to Kyouya than he’d originally intended. They’d hit it off, surprisingly, and Masamune had to admit Kyouya did seem like an alright guy to hang around, and he hoped the Leone blader thought the same.

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4. In the Dungeon Gym

In hindsight, Masamune really should have realized it sooner.

Right from the start it should have been obvious that those bandages Kyouya wore, were not to treat injured ribs. If he’d been paying any closer attention he’d have realized sooner that they were crude and not professional. They weren’t even wrapped the way they should be to actually help. Hell, they barely even covered all his ribs.

But, in his defense, Masamune didn’t intent on dedicating a lot of time staring at Kyouya’s chest. Sure, the sight wouldn’t have been bad, but it would have been weird regardless. Even now that they’re friends (acquaintances? Masamune wasn’t sure how close they really were, though Kyouya at least liked him enough to pay him a visit when he was in America), he wouldn’t just stare. It was rude and he wouldn’t even know how to explain himself when Kyouya inevitably noticed.

Now though? Standing in the changing room of the Dungeon Gym, Masamune noticed clear as day that those bandages Kyouya wore were not because he hurt himself. He knew Kyouya hadn’t even intended for him to notice, because he hadn’t even intended to change, but his shirt got dirty, and there was really no way around it, especially when Coach Steel had so graceously offered the other boy a shirt.

“You’re binding.” “What?!” “Those bandages. You’re not hurt, you’re binding.”

Saying it out loud now, somehow, it seemed like the most obvious thing in the world. With the way Kyouya’s voice occasionally cracked. The secrecy with his clothes, the coats that hid his hips. His features. Suddenly everything made sense.

Kyouya, on the other hand, was not at all thrilled with Masamune’s sudden realization, and he glanced around quickly, seemingly making sure they were completely alone.

“How did you find that out?!” Masamune scoffs at the question. “The way you bandage your chest. It’s crude. It’s not even reaching your ribs!” He sighs at that. “Do you know how unhealthy that is? Why don’t you use a binder?!”

The realization that Kyouya was trans really didn’t shock him as much as the fact that Kyouya was completely reckless with his binding.

Immediately Kyouya assumed a defensive position, pulling his shirt over his head and crossing his arms. He had his back turned to Masamune now, and Masamune felt frustrated by the simple notion.

“It’s not that easy when you don’t have someone that can get it for you,” Kyouya huffed eventually and Masamune quickly got the hint that Kyouya’s family probably wasn’t the most supportive. It’s not as if Kyouya could just randomly order one, either. A frown spread over his face and he thought for a moment.

“Well,” he began, a little sheepishly. “There’s a store nearby. We could go and get you one.”

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5. In the store

Masamune stood by idly, waiting for Kyouya to be done with whatever measurements the clerks needed to take. He was glad he was able to convince the other after all, Kyouya having been skeptical about Masamune’s intentions, because, apparently, Kyouya didn’t understand basic human decency. Not that it surprised him, from what he’d heard about the other, he had a tendency to be a douche.

He wondered if the other’s constant fight response was due to some underlying insecurities. Whatever the case, Kyouya had definitely internalized toxic masculinity. Masamune hoped, maybe a bit selfishly, that this experience would be a formative one for the other, and he’d grow. Just a bit.

On their way there, it became apparent that Kyouya did not have any money. Or at least any valid American currency, and Masamune, naive, and kind, and wanting to impress him, proudly boasted that he’d pay for it. And while, yes, his own parents had more than enough money, he only had so much as his monthly allowance, but he supposed he’d just have to cut back on the snacks this month.

When Kyouya finally stepped out of the changing booth, though, Masamune decided it was definitely worth it to see the smile the other wore.

It was the first time he’d ever seen Kyouya give a genuine smile. Not a smirk, not something condescending. But a real, proper, genuine smile. He couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face when Kyouya stood in front of him, moving a bit, letting him look at different angles.

“How does it feel?” “Way better than bandages. How do I look?” “Way better than with the bandages.”

That got a laugh out of the other, and Masamune’s grin widened impossibly.

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+1. In the hospital

Kyouya was awake when the nurses moved him back into the room, and Masamune let out a breath of relief he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Sure, this was a standard procedure, obviously it was, but still, it was a surgery, and surgeries were something big. It seemed, though, that the other was fine and Masamune gave him a smile, moving to sit at the other’s bedside as soon as the nurses would allow him to.

“How do you feel?” he asks, taking the other’s hand in his. Kyouya gives a tired grin in return, squeezing his hand and closing his eyes. “Like a new man.”

Masamune couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him and gently he kissed the back of Kyouya’s hand, making the other join into his laughter. It felt wonderful, seeing Kyouya so carefree and happy. So genuine and real, something that almost seemed impossible during their youth. But things had changed. They’ve grown up, they’ve gotten older, wiser, and mellowed out a bit.

Masamune wasn’t the hyper-energetic whirlwind he used to be (although he had his moments), and Kyouya had actually learned how to be a decent person (for the most part).

“I prefer you like this,” Masamune said with a small grin, and Kyouya rolled his eyes, though the smirk on his lips was fond. “Titless?” “Happy.”

He’d happily accept the slap to his arm if it meant seeing Kyouya blush.

[sylvxters]

Let’s get it done, fast. |OPEN ROLEPLAY |

My muse: ticci Toby

Your muse; character, or OC

Contains: drugs, slurs, $H, drinking, smut, etc.

plot: enemies to lovers (with a twist )

After being told around that you had to show the new guy the ropes of the mansion, you were grumpy, you weren’t in the mood to meet someone new, wondering why the hell slenderman picked on you and forced you to show the ropes to the new Creepypasta. The new Creepypasta was a teenage boy, 19, around 5’5? Maybe 5’6? Brown, wavy almost curly hair. Pale porcelain like skin, scars all over his body. Something was different bout this boy, maybe it was the way he walked or talked.. shit– speak of the devil.. the boy walked out of his room, wearing some black jeans that were hella baggy, a paramore shirt, in black.. a zip up hoodie that has brown, and black and some blue accents around it. His shoes were some old busted converse. The boy looked around, having a bandage on his cheek to hide the gash. You simply walked over to him, grabbing his wrist and dragging him around to show off the place, tryna make this quick and get it done, fast.

“Hey! Who..who! Are you..!”

The boy spoke hoarsely.. his voice was breaking from all the screaming and crying he had done, the boy was shaking. He yanked back his wrists. He snarled under his breath. You stared at him as if he was crazy.. well simple, he looked like he was crazy, those dark circles under his eyes, almost like a raccoon. You tried to explain on who you were, giving him a description and where he was.

“The fuck..? A mansion.. slender’s mansion..”

It was clear to tell the boy was confused.. you stood there, not bothered of his sudden burst outs as you watched him. The boy was terrible in eye contact, maybe not always but.. maybe right now due to how anxious he is. You wrap you arm around him, already hating this, hating how much of a big deal the boy made it seem.

“I can tell your not.. proud of, what you are doing, ya know.”

The boy said as he pushed away; he followed from behind, he stared at you in the eyes, glaring almost. You were lost of words, but.. he wasn’t wrong, you really weren’t in the mood to show off around so.. he was correct on one thing. You rolled your eyes as the boy growled.. you grinned at his reaction. You were already getting on this boy’s nerves, and yet you don’t know his name, the brunette pouted, taking matters into his own hands and deciding to show himself around the mansion.

[doopy-n-loopy]

Yan!Tobi/obito × reader headcannons

I've been thinking about these scenarios all friggin week, I just GOTTA make this post

// Obsessiveness, yandere, sexual stuff, also some noncon

Some backstory:

After being recruited by the Akatsuki, you noticed a certain... Someone paying special attention to you. You started noticing it when you went on missions with them and hung around the base why they were there. That person was Tobi

And of course, what they do differs on who you know... Do you know Tobi or Obito?

Tobi

[Sfw]

Tobi giggles whenever he sees you and hides behind a corner like a schoolgirl

Tobi gets all flustered under his mask when you talk to him

Tobi constantly compliments you

When Deidara is bullying Tobi, he'll hide behind you

Tobi took a whiff of your hair once, like, audibly. You could fucking tell this mfer sniffed up your hair and you just shiver kinda hot tho ngl

Gets all giddy when he's assigned a mission with you

"Yayyy Tobi gets to go on a mission with y/n senpai!"

Brings you some dango and snacks at times how sweet

When you take a break on a mission he'll sit next to you

When you go to sleep on a mission he'll wait till you're asleep to curl up by you

You know he does this but you're always too tired to make a fuss

It also helps when it's cold, he's surprisingly warm

B a b y

He's just so adorable

Will nuzzle your face with his mask

When you two are alone he'll use the honorific "chan" with you

Always seems very protective over you, whenever someone is talking to you he'll interrupt and find a way to get you to himself

[Nsfw]

Tobi will make semi sexual remarks to you

"Tobi like Y/n chan's cute body!"

Makes you a bit flustered

Tobi will ALWAYS find a way to have his hands on you

He's being chased by Deidara and he runs into your chest and just snuggles up in there pleading for you to save him

When he hugs you, it's fast and tight and he picks you up so you don't have much time to react, this way he secretly grabs your ass or thighs

Sometimes he'll say something sexual and play it off like he didn't know what it meant just to see your flustered face

Imagine: you're making salad and he walks up and goes "I knew y/n senpai likes having their salad tossed!" Which makes your ENTIRE FACE turn red because he ALWAYS does it when someone else is around, that time Kisame was around and he cracked up

Whenever someone makes a sexual remark towards you he'll always make sure he calls them out on it

If you're in a deep sleep you will not wake up for the life of you, and Tobi knows when you are. So he'll usally come up to you and dry hump you lightly, moaning quietly

He usually tries to refrain from kidnapping because he doesn't really have a private house where he can keep you but if it comes to that point he WILL take you, then his Obito side will come out

Obito

[Sfw]

Obito comes up behind you and hugs you whenever you're doing something

He rests his head on his shoulder

He usually also says sweet things into your ear like "you're mine" and "I love you"

Or he stays silent which is good too

He's much more touchy than Tobi poor touch starved bb and his hugs are way deeper, to the point where you can feel his heartbeat

He plays with your hair, twirling it around his finger

Plants soft kisses onto the back of your neck or anywhere he can get tk easily

Also sometimes licks you

If you ever make out with him, he'll go rough with his tounge to make you moan

Nibbles your ear at times

So.many.compliments.

His voice is quieter and smoother around you

Sometimes uses his sharingan to make you uncomfortable or to threaten you

You start talking and if you say something he doesn't like, he'll peer at you through the mask

Any guy who talks to you better pray they die quickly

[Nsfw]

Doesn't do much sexual stuff to you before he kidnaps you, the most he'll do is stare silently at your ass or check you out and smirk

Or when you two are alone, he'll stay a certain distance from you and put his hand through the other dimension and out to your dimension just to reach to your ass and slap it hard enough to leave a red mark so it stings for a couple days

But when he does- oh boy

When you're alone you better hope he's at least a little gentle

Because if he's not he'll go all out

He'll wake you up in the middle of the night with his dry humping and moaning

"y/n..."

His smooth seductive voice will send shivers down your neck as he moans out your name

He usually will wait for sex but if you deny it for too long, he will force it onto you

And because you made him wait, he won't go nice

He will absolutely destroy every hole in your body

It turns him on when you cry

He gives you hickeys during sex

He will take you on any surface ne finds- ANY.

If he can't find a clean surface then he'll pick you up and hop you on his dick

If you piss him off during sex he'll slap you across the face hard enough to leave a red mark

He loves to hear your whimpering and he'll make sure you know that

Sometimes forces you to look into his eyes

Uses his sharingan to cast a genjutsu on you at times to make you feel more pleasure or cum if you're having a hard time

Usually will cum in you but other times will cum on you, especially in your underwear and he will make you wear that underwear for the rest of the day no matter what you say

Bites your toungue while making out with you at times, but only lightly

Rough make out session, sessions that make you drool and pant

If you rip a shirt he'll usually leave you shirtless for a week

Lord help if you rip pants or your asscheek slightly shows

He'll go feral and probably destroy you every day

Make you praise his cock

He bought some sexy stuff for you to wear once, he likes seeing you in it from time to time

Just so fucking horny holy crap

Into chains and stuff so he'll handcuff you to your bedframe or tie you up using rope

Honestly couldn't think of anymore, if I do I'll make a part 2

Requests are open! Pop into my ask box to ask for a story

Song that reminds me of them:

[mitamicah]

Spoilers from both Trollhunters the book and Trollhunters the series!

While reading the book I was really impressed with how many differences there were between the character so I have worked on giving my take on six characters from both media, book vs series, and how they differ from each other :3 

I should mention that while there was illustrations in the book I tried for the challenge not to copy those but follow along the describtions in the book - when possible - to give my own interpretation of the characters ^v^ 

Steve

First up we have Steve. Starting out as the stereotypical bully in both version their paths seperates quickly resulting in two different ending for the musuclar blond Jorgensen-Warner is the book version of Steve. Here's how he is described from our first encounter with him: "He was handsome but in the oddest way- He eyes were too small and his nose piggish: he had a ridiculous amount of hair and a couple of teeth that looked like fangs. Yet somehow in combination these features were sort of mesmerising. His unnatural muscular bulk and odd way of speaking -crisply, politely, as if he were a foreign student who had learned English in class - completed the strange package." page 21-22 For his outfit I went with the description of him on page 224 "[my clothes] ... didn't cast me in the best light when compared to Steve Jorgensen-Warner, who looked rather rakish in blue jeans and a shirt - definitely not a blouse - opened to the third button. He dribbled the ball casually with his left hand." The bold passages is added by me   This Steve is later revealed to be a changeling aka a troll   Before we go on: can any of you explain to me what a "ridiculous amount of hair" even means :'D? I had a lot of trouble with this prompt because isn't this so darn subjective :'D? and the official art look way less ridiculous than I'd figure it'll be :'D x'D Palchuk is the series version of Steve. His facial appearance being way less specific (I'd say he has normal sized eyes, a big roman nose and some more or less normal teeth) and his way of speaking is definitely not polite. Like book Steve, this Steve starts out with pushing smaller guys into lockerrooms yet after that he becomes way less of a terrifying bully and much more of a silly goose who brings a lot of the comic relief in my opinion Douxie says it best in Wizards when he calls Steve the "village idiot" x'D I do not recall seeing Steve being that sporty in the show, he is much more interested in becoming homecoming king  no basketballs around x'D While book Steve is revealed to be the enemy (a troll) series Steve joins the "good guys" creating the creepslayerz with the character Eli Pepperjack

Blinky

Blinky is just called Blinky in the book  Here's a bit of description of him "The third [troll] had scarlet eyes, eight of them on long stems. (...) The thing from my house glided toward me with a surprising grace for something with an indetermined number of legs, all of which were hidden behind a patched kilt scaled with layers of medals, prizes and trophies and award ribbons. An incalculable tangle of tentacles twined around one another as if dying to squeese something to death. As it passed the oven, the firelight revealed olive-green skin, reptilian texture, and lacquer of slime lubricating its undulating appendages Its moth a horizontal gash.. " The bold passages is added by me   So yeah this Blinky is quite something :'D I stopped caring to draw tentacles after a while but overall this was silly but fun to draw  since his teeth later is described as big as traffic cones I believe he must be very tall :'D Also he's close to blind   Has a bit of a dirty mouth but in a very "read" way if it makes sense :'D cannot seem to stop calling Jim dimwitted and tiny and Tobias big :'D Blinky's full name in the series is Blinkus Galadrigal  he has six eyes instead of eight and they are all working just fine, thank you very much x'D His tons of tentacles and legs has been replaced by four arms and two legs and while he is still olive-green he is now made of tone like texture just like the other trolls  the kilt turned into shorts and he is quite a bit smaller now not even as tall as Jim  He still has this very academic way of speaking yet he is way nicer to Jim calling him "Master Jim" instead of "the short one" x'D

ARRRGH!!!

Book ARRGHHH!!!s full name is Johannah Mmmm ARRRGH!!! and she is a pretty big deal warrior among the trolls in the book - she's so badass in fact Blinky has decided to call her by her last name to honor her for her deeds for trollkind   Here's a qoute from the book describing her appearance   "The goliath emerged from the tunnel as comfortably as a dog from a doghouse, coarse black fur pouring into the chamber before I could make out any actual arms or legs (...) Even beneath the fur I could see loops of muscles flexing. (...) ARRRGH!!! was built like a gorilla but three times larger: Two arms, two legs, and, thankfully, just two eyes. Horns, curled like those of a ram (...) The thing's orange eyes cast about with animal perceptiveness, and it used its snout and sniffed. Its jaws fell open to reveal a purple, slavering mouth armed with haphazard daggers of teeth." Page 75-76 The bold passages is added by me   (Also worth mentioning: the qoute is from before the protagonist knows of ARRRGH!!!'s gender which is why he calls her an 'it') At other times in the story we learn that ARRRGH! has quite scarred arms and really wishes for better tooth hygeine; so much so that Tobias actually end up making her a brace out of chicken wire :'D Idk I find it quite adorable :'D Now unto the serie's ARRRGH!!! - first up he is male, his name is Arghaumont and he is famous for another reason than Johannah: he was a general of Gunmar but retreated from the war making him a traitor to his people yet a hero for the good trolls in the series. Series ARRRGH!!! is likewise built like a gorilla but made of stone and having a mane long and green like it is moss  his horns is way smaller and less curvy and his teeth hygeine is never brought up  also his face is way less dog like x'D 

Tobias 

Book Tobias' full name is Tobias M. Dershowitz yet he is going by 'Tubby' or 'Tub'. Here is a describtion of him from the book: "You could call Tobias Dershowitz chubby, if you were being cute, or husky if you were being diplomatic. The fact is he was fat, and that was only the beginning of his problems. His hair was a thick, orange, out-of-control hedge. His face spilled over with the kind of freckles that make kids like Tub look like overgrown toddlers. Worst of all were his braces, marvels of modern torment: whips of stainless steel crisscrossing each tooth seperately and lashed to a dozen silver fasteners. The braces clicked so much when he spoke, you expected sparks. At least he was tall..." page 27 The bold passages is added by me   The outfit I went with is described on page 259 like this: "He stood in the driveway decked out in his best approximation of a ninja: black tennis shoes, black sweatpants, a black hoodie, a belt made from a red curtain sash, and an oversize fanny pack holding his gear (...) It was unfortunate that the fanny pack was lime green..." To describe Tub is a bit difficult because sadly he is not much in the story as I'd liked - mostly he is being quite serious and let us know he is not happy by being sidelined not speaking troll nor being invited on hunts which I completely understand tbh :'D What I do find interesting is how Tub and series Jim has seem to have switched roles a little bit: In the series Jim is the one giving a speech about how he is insecure about his place in life and how he wants more - in the book this is Tub in more than one occassion: "We have to accept who we are. And before you ask, I'll tell you. We're nobody. We have no life. We have nothing to look forward to. We're not special. I just want it to go away. All of it. The stupid being scared. Doesn't it seem we've been scared forever?" page 37 "Jim, you're wrong. We were meant to do this. This is exactly what we've been waiting for. They've chosen us. Of all people! Us! (...) Jesus, Jim, take a look at my life! You know what I'm worth! To anyone? Zero! Nothing! I'm a fat loser and will always be a fat loser. Until this. This is like a present. Full of, man, I don't know. Hope?..." page 196 (talking about trollhunting here btw) Oh yeah and book Tobias gets this badass scene where he uses his dentist's tool to kill trolls I loved that   Now series Tobias is way different :'D first up his name is Tobias Domzalski and his nicknames are Toby and Tobes. He is way shorter and has more neat hair (what is it with the series neating up the hair :'D? x'D). He also seems way cheerier and pretty happy with his place in life more or less  Unlike Tub, Toby is in it from the start being an important player in the story   He doesn't have the same drive to be something more than he is as Tub has instead Toby is going with the flow starting out quite afraid of everything troll and ended up being as brave as the rest of the team *tbh Jim's scared out of his wits too so they mimic each other x'D* Where Tub has dentist tools Toby gets a badass hammer so I'll say its an upgrade  

Claire

First off we have Claire Fontaine, a foreign student from no other than Scotland with a taste for military clothing and liqourice   Here's how she's described in the book   "She tucked her long dark hair behind her ear and left ir with an adorable smudge of white dust. I thought she was beautiful, though she wasn't in the classic sense. The popular girl would say she wasn't skinny enough. They would also point to the fact that she didn't wear makeup or do anything to tame that hair. And her clothes -well, what could be said about her clothes? Her boots were not sexy and knee-high: in fact, they were ankle-high and rubber-soled and looked picked from military surplus racks, an array of pea-green coats and multi-coloured slacks, all of which looked as if they'd been through actual World War II combat. And that beret she wore before and after school wasn't of the look-at-me-I'm Frensh variety: it was more in the style of I'm-going-to-invade-your-country-and-be-your-new-dictator. Only one thing didn't make sense: that bright pink, exceedingly girlish backpack that inexplicably hadn't one anti-establidh patch sewn onto it (...) Oh, I forgot to mention that Claire Fontain came from the UK. That's right- the girl had an accent. I think you are starting to get the picture." page 30-1 The bold passages is added by me It is hinted at that Claire is quite tall and a great deal taller than Jim (more when I get to him) and she is actually a whole year older than Jim since they both have birthday May 2 but Claire is 16 while Jim is 15  Since Trollhunters in this story is not a "protected title" (aka the chosen hero type) Claire ends up being one herself even though nobody even herself didn't know: AND. SHE. KICKS. BUTT! She's even better than the guy that had 40+ years experience so yeah safe to say she's badass :'D Even before that she has a hilarious scene calling out Steve in the wildest shitstorm of Scottish slang I lived for it x'D She's described quite a few times with lots of bracelets, sometimes made of wire so I gave her a bit of both   She's not really a part of the popular group but has her own thing going on   Now onto Claire Nuñez the series' version of this badass   Here Claire is hispanic and pretty much one of the most popular girls seen around  her style is way more ... I've called it punk rock in purple but Idk exactly what to call it x'D she's shorter than Jim and slimmer looking than her book counterpart   She enters the story not as a trollhunter but as a victim of having her brother stolen by changelings and as time progresses she becomes a fastlearning and quite competent sorcerer dealing in shadow magic   Unlike Fontaine, Nuñes is seen wearing make up, shorter hair with dye in it and hair clips instead of bracelets  

Jim 

First up we have book Jim. His full name is James Sturges Jr. and lives with his single parent, his dad, after his mother went away the day before his birthday in start May and never returned. Sturges Sr. had been traumatized loosing his brother to trolls although none of the characters didn't know this yet - only Senior had seen the creatures making him paranoid and in turn making Jim very embarrased about his father. At the same time Jim seems to honestly worry for his father and his behavior too makes Jim very cautious and fearful a character. Book Jim is pretty much a typical teenager for the most part  He is seen to be a tad clumsy and not exactly brave really. And the author's choice of basically not describing him anywhere made my job way harder trying to be book accurate :'D So I've mostly inspired him of the official illustrations in the book   Here's what I could find about our little trollhunter   First off: he's a short fellow  that is first mentioned on page 14; "Sunshine is important for growing boys." (...) "I am not growing" I took after my dad when it came to size and was still waiting for that growth spurt everyone kept raving about. "In fact I think I'm shrinking." This is brought up most of everything Jim through the movie from him not being able to reach a point of a chalkboard (page 32) to people's dissapointing sighs taking meassurements when he is chosen as Romeo (107) and him wearing super high heels for the same reason (224) but also Blinky directly calling him a "little fellow" (page 127) On page 27 we learn that he is getting a bruise on his chin after being slammed into his locker by Steve  Lockers he has been thrown into enough to have learned to open them on the inside :'D He is a skinny fella which Tobias so politely call "lack of muscletone" due to "glandular" at page 120 He is not very good at anything describing his room full of stuff from hobbies he tried and failed at (page 63) The longest describtion about his appearance is probably page 105: "I lowered my eyes and regarded the chewed, dirty fingernails holding my script, thes scuffed shoes on my feet, and realized that these were the symbols of my pityful life: worn-out, insignificant, ready to be thrown beneath Dad's industrial mower" It pretty much says it all when this is the longest quite I could find :'D For the outfit I mostly went by the small describtion on page 89-90: "I tucked the medallion beneath my shirt. After a full day of wearing it, maybe the rest of the suffocating fear would go away too. My plan was to dart into the kitchen, grab my sweatshirt and be out of the house. " I added jeans since he is said to wear jeans on page 283 - the medallion sneak out beneath the sweatshirt/shirt on page 97 which is why I added it on top here as well   Now since there's a bit more to both versions of Jim due to their role as the protagonist I've added in a little extra features here being the medallion in the book vs the amulet in the series and the weaponry given to the characters   For Sturges we have the medallion who's described like this: "It was a bronze medallion conntected to a rusty chain. It was engraved with a foreboding crest: a hideous, snarling face; indecipherable markings of a sevage language, and a magnificent long-sword across the bottom." page 9 The medallion is treated like it is a common artefact if a bit rare in the book - its purpose is to translate trollspeak for the wearer. Jim is giving two swords in the book; a rusty longsword he calls Clairesword (do I need to explain this one?) and a cutlass he calls Cat #6 after the one cat at Tobias' house that liked Jim  x'D For Sturges' personality my feeling about him is that he is a bit more ... passive than his series counterpart. He is not really standing up for himself that much and would rather blend into the background. This qoute from Claire sums him up pretty nicely I believe   "You're a good person, Mr. Sturges. A bit gloomy, but good" page 246 I do like that Jim in this version is a Taurus  (I am a taurus too x'D) born on May 2nd so that's a plus   It is probably also worth mentioning that in this world trollhunters aren't a chosen hero type like in the series: trollhunters or paladin was once a title held by many warriors yet now there's very few left. Sturges was a proud paladin family making Jim a chosen candidate for the honor of becoming a trollhunter but he is not the only one - or even the best - in the book. In fact out of the three trollhunters we learn about I'll say Jim is the weakest (and he is not even the least trained; ouch :'D) Jim doesn't get a nice armour like his series counterpart either but is seen in the illustrations wearing a blue hoodie (like the one in the little doodle)   The full name of Jim in the series is James Lake Jr. He is the child of a single parent and lives with his mother whom Jim "mothers a lot" (Tobias' words in the first episode) This Jim is pretty "tall for his age" (Jim's own words uttered quite a few times across all three series) yet with quite skinny legs (he is called out for this by multiple characters). He is much more competent in life than his book counterpart being an exceptional cook, good at Spanish, seemingly alright in PE and at school he seems to stand pretty good if only holding himself back. Unlike book Jim, series Jim seems much more active and longing to be something more than he is - he is seen to be quite brave and protective of his friends, very kind and selfless. Also even from the start he seems much more nimble than his book counterpart being able to climb the robe (a feat book Jim didn't do before later) and with his training as trollhunter he becomes even more badass   Trollhunter status in the series is way more important since the title is given to only one chosen warrior of Merlin chosen by the amulet of daylight (the medallion in the book). This also makes the amulet way more special and important in the series which probably explains its shine up from rusty bronze thing to silver and blue. While Lake Jr doesn't have named sword he does have a magical armour and sword made of daylight   We do not know the exact birthday of Lake Jr but the creators have replied to a fanquestion saying it would be around fall especially October so by that estimate Jim is probably a scorpio  pretty far from the before mentioned taurus in the book   While Jim Lake Jr isn't seen with long lasting bruises in the original series he does get two more permanent scars in Wizards  

[ladykissingfish]

On A Cruise with the Akatsuki

Done at the request of @deaththesyd ((I hope I’m spelling that right)) thank you for such a unique ask! This was fun to write😊

All work and no play makes a bunch of killers very dull, indeed. A vacation is absolutely necessary sometimes, and Pein comes up with the brilliant (?) idea of sending them all on a relaxing cruise.

Konan

When Konan hears that there’s a full spa on the cruise, that’s it, she’s sold. She heads out of her cabin early in the morning and spends an entire day basking in much-needed luxury and relaxations. While she chooses to indulge in any and everything, some other members of the Akatsuki choose to drop in and join her for certain elements. For example, Deidara shows up for the face masks (he’s surprisingly fastidious about his skin and almost spends more time on his face than Konan does hers). Itachi comes to join her when it’s time for massages, becoming so calm and relaxed that he falls asleep mid-sentence (and Konan admonishes the workers to be as gentle and quiet as possible, because, obviously, the kid could use the rest). Hidan surprises her most of all when he pops up in time for the manicure and pedicure portion of the treatment, but he makes it a point to say over and over that “I’m not a wimp or nothing; I just like clean nails.” At the end of the day, after being pampered and preened and made even prettier, she finds Sasori sitting on the deck, and joins him to watch the sunset and see the first stars appear in the night sky.

Deidara

Deidara has a mind that goes a mile a minute, and finds it immensely difficult to stick with doing one thing. Therefore, he’ll try to fill his days on a cruise doing everything that there is to go. An on-board pool? He’s the first one doing a flip off the diving board. A mini casino? He’s “borrowing” money from Kakuzu and playing until he goes bust. The thing that appeals most to him, however, are the complimentary breakfast, lunch, and dinner buffets. He, along with Hidan, will strike fear into the hearts of all the other passengers, as they load plates higher than the ceiling and scarf down more than seems physically possible. Because Deidara spends so much time eating and indulging in various merriments, towards the end of the day he’s more than likely to sit down in a deck chair to “rest a second” — and end up sleeping there until Sasori comes to look for him and make him go lay down properly in his cabin. Then the next day, Deidara will be the first one up, and his antics will repeat themselves.

Kakuzu

Kakuzu is very much against the idea of the Akatsuki going on a cruise, because you know, money; but Pein offers to pay to send everyone out of his own pocket ... and Kakuzu isn’t one to turn down anything free. Once on board, he really doesn’t intend to do anything other than nap in his cabin ... but that’s before he hears about the on-board casino. A hidden (but profitable) talent of Kakuzu’s is the ability to count cards, making him a veritable nightmare to the dealers working at the blackjack table. But he’s smart; he knows that if he wins too many hands the proprietors will become suspicious and likely kick him out. So he wins just enough to make it worth being out of bed. Other than the relaxation and the gambling, the others can convince him to join them when they eat at the ships buffets or small restaurants, although, as he does on land, he’ll always go for the cheapest thing on the menu. Shockingly, a cruise is one of the few places in the world that he can really get along with Hidan; something about being on the sea brings out more of the calm and quiet side of the Jashinist. The two will spend some time sitting in the deck chairs and having avid, whimsical conversations about life, likely enjoying a glass of wine or two as they do so.

Zetsu

Zetsu goes with at the behest of the others, but doesn’t really want to be there. An endless body of water? Over-bearing sunshine? Happy people? No, thanks. He’ll likely stay in his cabin and sleep ... during the day, that is. Nighttime is a different story. He’ll use his powers of infiltration and camouflage to find his way into passengers rooms, and have himself a midnight snack or two (or six, but who’s counting?). When he’s done with the bodies, if there’s anything left he’ll toss them into the ocean. It’s one thing if a passenger goes missing, but another if they’re found dead. He’ll clean the cabins out too, getting rid of the blood and evidence, so as to lessen the alarm raised when others notice the dead’s absence. He also likes to spend a bit of time with Obito and play cards in one or the other’s cabin.

Tobi (Obito)

Unfortunately (or, in another light, hilariously) Obito gets horribly, horribly seasick. The rocking motion of a ship, or even seeing the water move around outside the ship, has the guy running to his cabin’s bathroom (or if he’s outside of his room, the deck) and puking his guts out. He didn’t really want to come in the first place, but the others insisted and besides, Obito likes to spend time outside of typical Akatsuki businesss with them. Deidara, in a surprising show of kindness, will visit Tobi’s room with seasick medicine he buys at the on-board store, and this will help Tobi to at least get vertical without feeling like he’s dying. After he’s feeling better he sticks to low-impact activities so as not to trigger a relapse, and will likely spend more time with Konan at the spa than anywhere else. He’ll also join Kakuzu for a bit at the casino; like the old man, Obito has a knack for gambling and predicting good odds. Poker is his specialty; the mask he wears makes reading his face impossible to his fellow players, and his goofy demeanor pulls others into thinking they can take this guy … and lose their shirts in the process.

Hidan

Ah; the sea. Being out in the open waters, feeling the sun on his face and the most of water, brings out a side of Hidan that nobody’s ever seen before. He’s calm, he’s quiet, he’s downright friendly. Kakuzu comments that maybe he was a seaman in another life … although “pirate” seems a bit more accurate for him. No matter where Hidan is, however, his competitive spirit never dies. There’s several exercise and game rooms on board that offers table tennis, volleyball, golf, basketball, and a variety of other things, which Hidan takes part of. There’s even a small rock-climbing wall that he challenges Deidara and Itachi to, which he (gleefully) beats them at. When not playing games he also loves to eat, and will join Deidara at the ship’s buffets to stuff himself silly. Normally, as a follower of the way of Jashin, Hidan doesn’t drink. However being at sea seems to be cause for bending the rules, and Hidan will enjoy a stiff cocktail or six while relaxing in his cabin.

Itachi

Whereas the rocking motion of the ship makes Obito feel sick to his stomach, it effects the other Uchiha in another way entirely; it relaxes him. Getting someone who’s as stressed as Itachi to relax is no small feat, but a cruise is one of the rare things that can do this. The first few days on the cruise will likely see the young brunette sleeping as much as possible. He’ll put up the Do Not Disturb sign on his door and nap away his worries. Around the third or fourth day, he’ll wake up feeling wonderfully reinvigorated, and actually have the energy to join the others in their activities. He’ll share a meal with Hidan, he’ll wander into the spa that Konan’s practically made her home and indulge in massages and facials. He’ll even take up Kisame’s offer to participate in the ship-offered scuba diving lessons (although Kisame has been teaching Itachi how to dive for years and neither really has the need for professional training, they find it fun to be around the others who are just learning). Deidara even seeks him out join him in the game room to compete against him (although he accuses him of cheating with his sharingan every time he wins). At night, he enjoys sitting on the top deck with Sasori, and the two have deep conversations about life and culture and art. Sasori doesn’t sleep so he can literally sit up with Itachi all evening until the stars disappear from the sky and the sun comes up over the waves.

Pein

Nagato makes the decision not to send his Pein-body on the cruise. Nagato, like Obito, gets very seasick, and this isn’t a sensation he wishes to experience through the Pein-body. He utilizes Pein’s time alone at the hideout, however, by gathering the other Pein’s together to practice sparring and different fighting techniques. They’ll get the house quite messy, and will have to work together to frantically clean before the others return.

Kisame

Kisame is in his element on a cruise. As could be expected, Kisame tends to stick solely to the activities on board that are based around the water. He’ll be one of the first ones in the ship’s pool when it opens, in fact going so far as to strip completely naked until somebody else comes in and ruins his fun. He participates in the deep sea fishing offered by professionals, although Kisame’s tips and tricks for catching fish far outshine those of the instructors. There’s even a chance for him to be heroic; one day a woman slips and falls over the railing and into the waters below. Everybody panics, but before anyone can make a move towards rescuing her, Kisame is diving into the water and pulling her to the surface as easily as one would pull a sack of feathers. He stays with her until she’s stabilized, and the woman thanks him by hugging him and kissing his cheek, which will have him blushing from head to toe. Besides his water activities, he also enjoys spending time with the others, in particular Itachi and Konan. One thing that these three do together (to the delight of Kisame) is play pranks on the others. They manage to get into Deidara’s room and steal all of his shirts, they sneak black hair dye into Hidan’s shampoo. One particular funny feat involved then going into Kakuzu’s room safe (Itachi was able to use his sharingan to see into the old guy’s mind to get the combination) and replace all of his money with IOU slips. It was funny … until Kakuzu burst into Hidan’s room at 3am and threatened to strangle him as “the most likely fucker who did this”. Kisame loves cruises and wishes the Akatsuki could afford to go on one every month.

Sasori

Another soul who really didn’t want to go on a cruise. He ends up going because (and only because) Deidara pestered him relentlessly until he gave in. Eating, games, swimming, gambling … none of these things hold any appeal for the puppet master. One day he’s walking along one of the lower deck and happens upon a group of ship staff taking a mandatory CPR/basic medical training class. Being somewhat of a medical expert himself, he goes in and offers his expertise, as well as some tips that not even the instructors thought of. Sasori also spends some time with Deidara, as the blonde was the one who made him go in the first place. They find an art class and it offers painting, a medium that neither are familiar with. The subject is a bottle of wine. The instructor is somewhat horrified when he finds that Sasori has painted the wine bottle being smashed into someone’s kneecap; and Deidara has painted it exploding and sending glass fragments into innocent bystanders. On one of their nights, Deidara falls asleep while the two are sitting in deck chairs under the stars, and Sasori manages to pick him up and carry him to his room. Sasori also likes spending time with Itachi; he never passes up an opportunity to get into Itachi’s head a little, as he thinks he has one of the most fascinating minds in the Akatsuki. Sasori comes to enjoy his time on the cruise, and will actually find himself a bit melancholy when it’s over and they return to land.

[izzyspussy]

Word game: tits, handle, mouth, worst, and swallow ~ blackhannet anon

LMAO naughty

tits

The bright white of spotlights isn't kind to most, but Zinon's dark olive skin glows in it. He wears his shirt halfway open to show off the jewelry he wears - chintzy cord and bead necklaces made by his daughter, and his baba's dogtags - and his chest. His tits, he'd said, in an interview that Toby had thought about for days.

from Encore draft 1.0, currently 1k

handle [ALCOHOL ABUSE]

The top drawer on the left has a bottle of Jack in it. Eddie's fingers alight on the drawer's handle, dancing along to the tune the whisky sings from inside. The tinkle of piano keys, of ice in a lowball, promising to bounce anything and everything else at the door. Or at least to charge it a few details to get in.

from Curse The Messenger draft 1.2, currently 7k

mouth [SUGGESTIVE]

So for tonight, Eddie decides, he's not that guy. He's nobody, in fact. Nobody except for the person who is tugging Richie in by his hair and sucking his tongue into his mouth in the back of a stranger's car.

from gold rush (IT fic), currently 26k I do need you to know that this ONE document had this word over forty times and I picked the first one because I didn't want to read them all lmfao

worst

"When Mike called me I threw up," blurts Richie. "Like the worst stage fright I've ever felt. Feels so much better now, here with you guys." "When Mike called me I-" Eddie starts to confess, but then cuts himself off. When Mike called him he was lazing around by Richie's pool, in a women's one piece, wasting the time until Richie's show was over so that he could call him up and goad him into Skype sex.

from gold rush

swallow [IMPLIED SUICIDE ATTEMPT]

With a Herculean effort, she manages to say, "You're at [hospital]. They said it was really close," she pauses to swallow, her throat clicks, "but you're going to be okay." Stan just stares at her for a long, airless moment. And then he says, "No."

from summer birds (IT fic), currently 2k

haha oops not sexy answers for your sexy words >:3

send me a word and I'll search my WIPs for it

[uhhhhsmut]

Tobirama

You had been fresh out the shower, it was a chilly night and you always went out of your apartment late so you could avoid Tobirama. For some reason he hated you and your whole family. You’ve heard how bad he treats his women and you’d be scared to even be around him.his brother hashirama tries to keep him in check but he still finds away to do what he does.

your father had killed his father, you come from a bloodline of gang leaders so you were always brought into mess. Tobirama wasn’t so into your family, just you. a while back he took you from your brothers, forcing you to stay with him, you did everything for him. the things you got in return for doing so just made you wanna stay more and you felt so guilty about them.

you went to school with him, he’d just mess with you. he’s the one who put that scar on your cheek, your father had been especially mad about it so he took you out of school, so doing online was all you knew.

you left your hair in it’s fluffy state. your skin was a light brown, color. like caramel. your eyes were different, one was a greyish black and one was brown. it had run in the family.

you put on your glasses and put on some grey biker shorts, that fit tight and were a little too short but it was all you had at the moment. your dirty clothes bin had been full and mostly all your clothes that were appropriate had been worn. you don’t like going out of your apartment during the day because of tobirama but even then you were still scared to go out at night.

you grabbed a jacket that fit like a cropped jacket and rubbed coco butter all over your body. the jacket showed a bit of your under boob but nobody would see, it was like 3 in the morning so you guessed no one would be out.

you grabbed your dirty clothes bin, knowing you’d have to take 2 trips. you headed out of your apartment room, the atmosphere was empty almost and it was very cold. you didn’t have on any shoes, just socks because you didn’t feel like wearing shoes.

you couldn’t help but get the feeling as if someone was watching you but you shook it off pressing the elevator button. it opened and you stepped inside going to the last floor. once you were there you walked into the laundry room finding a washing machine to go to. you put your clothes inside of it. you carried your bucket back up to your room.

you placed the rest of your clothes in the bucket going back downstairs, putting the rest in another washing machine. you headed back to the elevator, waiting for the doors to open. the doors opened and there stood tobirama.

you dropped your bucket, he looked so much older. his grey hair much longer, his muscles were showing through his navy blue turtle neck. when did he become so buff? you hadn’t seen him since forever. he looked at you and sighed.

“get in.” he told you, his voice deep. “why are you here?” you asked and he leaned from off of the wall of the elevator, “get in and i’ll tell you. i won’t hurt you. i promise.” he stated, staring at you with those red eyes of his.

you picked up your empty bucket, the doors were about to close and he stopped them before you could even walk away, he grabbed you by your arm, pulling you inside, leaving your bucket. he examined your body, “you knew i was coming over.” he stated referring to what you were wearing.

“i’m- i’m not yours anymore.” you told him. when he kidnapped you he told you that he wouldn’t kill you just teach you a lesson about “being in his way”. he did umm...teach you a lesson but it wasn’t that.

“i still didn’t get to teach you a lesson. and yes you still are mine-

“hashirama wouldn’t like that.” you told him and he looked at you angrily, hashirama hated how he treated you. “you have no control over me so just leave me alone. you know hashirama won’t let you get away with-

he stood in front of you getting closer and closer until you heard your back hit the elevator wall. “i need your help again. stop acting like you don’t know what i came for.” he stated and your mind wandered off to the things you used to do when you were his. that’s what you had really wanted to end. you’d try your hardest avoiding because you knew how wrong what you guys had been doing. you thought about what your father would think.

the elevator doors opened and he followed closely behind you. you knew not to yell or scream cause you’ve tried getting away from him before and it wasn’t so pleasant. you used your key to open your door and you walked inside your apartment turning on the lights.

you turned around to look at him, “can you go back and get my bucket?” you asked and he walked past you, looking around your living space. he walked back towards you leaning on the edge of your couch.

“when you give me what i want, yes.” he stated. you sighed, “i’m not giving you anything. this isn’t what i want.” you said.

“are you sure?” he asked and you looked down at his sweatpants seeing how hard he was. you figured you you could use that to your advantage. for some reason, you talking back and being smart to him was a turn on. he hated it but loved it.

you ignored his question going to make yourself a cup of tea. you grabbed the already made tea from your refrigerator, grabbing a cup from the top of the cabinet, your nipple got exposed but you didn’t care, he had already seen your naked body countless times.

you poured you some in a wooden cup and you knew he’d be mad if you didn’t bring him some. you poured him a cup, walking back to him, handing him a cup. “i taught you well.” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“i don’t like you to say the least. you should be grateful that i even thought about you.” you said calmly and he sent a stare your way, his eyes were so intimidating, looking at him face to always scared you, keeping eye contact with him was hard but when you and him did what you did, that fear turned into lust.

once he was done drinking you sat your cups down on the little table you had in your living room. you stood at the arm of the couch again. “i’m getting impatient.” he told you and you sighed.

“well keep waiting, cause you not getting anything from me.” you told him as you watched him go to your room. you just let him do him. your older sister had been staying with you for a while, she had been in love with hashirama, he didn’t care about your father killing his but tobirama on the other hand...he hated you for it, he treated you as if you were responsible then fucked you as his way of saying sorry for treating you like it’s your fault. sometimes he’d just fuck you just because. you knew you were just being used, that’s why you hated everything.

he had his way with females but always came back to you and you always wondered why. you weren’t anything special. he came out of your room and walked back over to you. “Why me? Why do you keep coming back for me?-

he wrapped his hand around your neck and kissed you on your lips. his hands traveled down to your butt grabbing it, your lips parted in shock, he then pulled back kissing you on your neck, “they don’t do it like you. i can hate you all i want but-fuck- you’re addicting.” he growled in your ear. you moaned softly at the feeling of his lips on your neck. you didn’t realize how much you missed this. you needed him as much as he needed you. he lifted you up and you straddled him, he raised your jacket and smiled when he saw your nipple piercing and he looked up at you, “when’d this happen?” he asked, “ right after we stop-stopped having sex but i figured they were pointless though.” you said truthfully.

“why?” he asked and you turned your head as your cheeks went pink embarrassed to say why, “i realized i had nobody to show anymore but now that you’re back-

he took your breast in his mouth, his arm wrapped your waist making sure you didn’t fall. you placed your fingers in his hair, making it messy. you hadn’t had this from him in so long. he took your nipple between his teeth and moaned out in pleasure. he pulled your jacket back down and started to kiss you on your lips, you brung your hand to his cheek, his dick was pressing against your pussy, it was probably the hardest he had ever been. you moved your hips against it, moaning as he kissed you. he groaned as you could feel yourself soaking through your shorts onto his pants.

you pulled off his shirt, examining his body, you licked your lips grazing your hand over his chest landing at his pants. you started to untie his sweatpants, “fuck. look at what you did to my pants.” he said angrily, “it’s your fault.” you told him placing kisses along his neck, “your dick is making me wet, deal with it.” you told him placing hickeys on his neck, still slowly grinding against him, you felt his grip on your waist tighten and his hands now moved your hips against his length, making you even more wet.

“Tobi-Tobirama. fuck. i need it. i need you. i need to feel you inside.” he picked you up aggressively bringing you into your room. he let you go on the bed. he unzipped your jacket and he spread your legs looking at your soaked shorts. he pressed his print against your private area, his thumb brushing over it lightly. you moaned softly and he took out his dick, it was very hard and long. the veins showed clearly. you could feel your pussy start to throb.

he pulled off your shorts and shoved himself inside you and instantly started to pound his dick into your pussy. his hands gripped your waist tightly not letting you move. the feeling of his dick moving against your walls made you moan out in pleasure as you tried your hardest not to wake everyone in the apartment complex up. you tried to adjust to his size since he was so big but there no way you could get used to something this big.

“look at how you take my dick. such a fucking slut.” he told you picking up the pace of his thrust. you were so used to him talking to you rough. in fact you liked it, loved every part of it. your walls tightened around him and he clenched his jaw going harder, “and you wonder why i keep coming back to you? you have no idea how hard it’s been living without feeling this tight pussy of yours. nobody else is enough. nobodytakes me like you. nobody but you gets me like this.” he stated. you had never heard him say things like this so you figured you edge him on. “mhmm?”

“at first i thought, i have too much pride to fuck you but you started teasing me with the shit you wear. i noticed how perfectly curved your body was and how fucking pretty you looked in anything. i blame you-“ he panted wrapping his hand around your throat, fucking you senseless. you were so overwhelmed with everything.

“i blame you for making me so fucking tempted to fuck the shit out of you. i blame that smart mouth. i blame this tight ass pussy. i blame those pretty ass tits. i blame that perfect fucking face of yours and those pretty ass eyes. so fucking enticing.” he says, his hand on your neck getting stronger as he pushes himself inside you over and over again.

“Tobirama-“ you whine out too stuck on what he was saying to even see that you were about to cum. your walls clenched around him and as soon as you came a clear liquid came from your pussy, pouring onto his dick. his dick started to twitch inside you and you felt a warm liquid cum inside you. he pulled his self out of you. his cum spilling out of you onto your sheets. you opened your pussy lips with your fingers watching it come out. you rubbed some on your pussy before he flipped you over.

you arched your back and he rubbed your butt and opened up your pussy lips in the process. you felt his dick push inside you. with him being larger than last time you had no clue had to handle this, especially since this position allowed every single part of his length inside of you “i-its too big.” you told him and he grabbed your waist positioning himself inside you, not caring about what you said. he grabbed your hair roughly. forcing himself inside you further , your moans slowly turned to whimpers. this had felt so good. the sound of your ass clapping against his hips could be heard from outside but you didn’t realize that you had had your window open. you moaned into the pillow taking in his shape.

“hear how fucking wet your pussy is? see how much of a mess you’re making? i don’t care about anything but fucking this pink pussy of yours. ” he said holding your arms back with his hand, pulling you up by your hair. he started going faster and fucking you harder than before, your lips parted in awe of how fast he was going. all you could do was take it. you couldn’t moan or cry. you just had to take it.

“now that i’m back this pussy is mine and always will be. i wanna fuck your forever, wanna cum in you forever, wanna hear those pretty moans forever.” he stated as soon as you started to cum. “fuck. t-tobirama.” you cried as he continued to fuck you. he came inside you and you laid down in your bed out of breath.

you stood up and he grabbed your arm pulling you on top of him. “we’re not finished.” he stated placing his dick back inside you. you could never get used to the feeling. his back was against the head board. “i want you to ride me.” he stated and you placed your hands on his shoulders slowly moving up and down his dick. you started going fast, moaning breathlessly as you did. his hands stayed at your waist and he watched you as you did. your tittles bounced up and down as you rode him, cum dripped out of your pussy as you did so. everything was so messy.

he stared at you as you did this, and you could feel yourself coming, your walls tightened as you moaned out carelessly, tobirama placed his hands on your breast rubbing them gently as you rode him. you moaned out his name loudly, placing your head in his neck. “my legs hurt.” you told him, “let’s hurt them some more.” he stated placing your hands behind your back holding them, he started thrusting hisself inside of you and you started to tremble instantly. you were overwhelmed mentally and physically but still, he wanted to fuck you. your mind went blank, only moans came from your mouth and throaty groans coming from tobirama along with the sound of you getting fucked messily. your legs started to shake and his dick became unbearable, he started fucking you harder, getting deeper each stroke until finally both of you came. cum dripped out of your pussy onto his dick. you were filled with 3 full loads of his cum.

he kissed you on your shoulder, gently as you started to go to sleep. “come on. you can go to sleep after we take a shower. i know you’re tired.” he stated. you rolled off of him lifting up your leg to show him that it was still shaking.

“i can’t stand up.” you told him and he smiled, putting on his sweatpants rummaging through your drawers, “What the fuck do i get you to wear?” he asked and you smiled, “just a t-shirt and a pair of panties. i’ll be fine but what about you? i kinda sorta messed up your sweat pants.” you told him. “you still have my clothes from the last time i was here?” he asked and you shrugged your shoulders. “no but i uhh...bought you some clothes in case you ever came back.” you told him embarrassed.

“so you push me away but somehow still hoped for me to come back? so what was the point in you even avoiding me?” he asked and you threw your jacket at him, “to show you that you can’t always have your way with me and i felt guilty for a long time letting you fuck me because you always made it a big deal before we even started having sex. you hated me-

“i still do. i will always hate you but my way of hating you works.” he said grabbing the clothes you left for him and you rolled your eyes. “i’m kidding. you’re way too good of a fuck and calming to be around for me to hate you.” he stated as he picked you up off the bed bridal style.

“we probably made a lot of noise.” he stated and you sighed burying your head into his neck, “i know and i don’t care.”

[talesofarcadia78]

Sorceress of Arcadia || Becoming Part 1

Summary: Y/n Lake is Jim Lake's older sister. She discovers  that she is sorceress and her brother is the Trollhunter. She and the Trollhunters go on adventures together, they save trolls and humans. Along the way, a friend becomes more than just a friend and discovers their secrets.

Warnings: Bruises, mention of blood, pain 

Word count: 3,514

Tags: @lunariasilver​

N​ext >> Becoming Part 2 

Beep! Beep! Beep! 

UHH! 

My stupid alarm clock woke me out of my perfect slumber. You rolled over to your side and glanced at your alarm clock. 6:30 AM. You groaned, today was Tuesday, which meant SCHOOL! 

After another minute of groaning, you got up and walked over out of your bedroom and into the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and took a quick shower and got ready. You looked at yourself in the mirror. 

“Looking good, y/n!”, you thought to yourself and got out of the bathroom and rushed downstairs to the living room. You saw that Jim was already up and making what looked like breakfast but you might wrong though. 

“Good morning Jim! Your dear old sister is very hungry! Have you made anything for her?” you asked, walking through into the kitchen. 

“Morning y/n! You’re only 18, three years older, not that old. But yes, I have! Here”, he handed you a plate with an omelette and a glass of juice. 

“Thanks!”, as you walked out of the kitchen and sat at the dining table. 

You quickly finished you’re breakfast and ran upstairs to grab your bag. You noticed that Jim was in your mom’s room, leaving breakfast there for her. You smiled. Jim took so much care for our mom. She was working double shifts lately, and she wasn’t getting enough rest and ‘me time’. 

Jim closed mom’s room’s door, and headed downstairs with you. 

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As the garage door opened, you saw that the garbage bin was laying on the floor with rubbish spilling out. 

“Uh. Raccoons!”, Jim said, annoyed. 

He picked up the rubbish, when Toby (Jim’s best friend) rides over to us from him house across from us.

“C’mon Jimbo, y/n, we’re late for school”, he said, buckling his helmet on. 

“I know. I was busy with the lunches. One for mom, y/n, me and you”, he said walking with his bike to him and handing him a brown paper bag. 

Toby peeked into the contents of the bag. 

“I can’t, I’m on a diet”, handing the paper bag back to Jim. 

“You’ve been on a diet for 14 years Tobes!”, Jim argued, pushing the Toby’s hand away. 

They continued bickering, when I got my bike and ringed it’s bell, catching the boys attention. 

“Well I’m heading to school. See ya later!”, you said, riding off

You took in the morning view of the beautiful mountains and canals. You would never want to leave Arcadia. As you rode your Vespa through town, you saw many people driving to work and walking to school. Some people were at the cafe or at a shop. You noticed a guy turn a sign from ‘close’ to ‘open’ for GDT Arcane Books. He was tall and skinny, wearing a black shirt and jacket with black jeans and black shoes. He had raven black hair with blue dyed tips. 

Hmm, I’ve never seen him around town before. You knew practically everyone in town except for the students at Arcadia Oaks High, other then Jim and Toby. I rode until your school came into sight, Arcadia Oaks Academy. You didn’t go to the same school Jim because your mom, Barbara Lake, couldn’t afford both of us going to Arcadia Oaks High, so I went to the other school, since it was cheaper. 

You parked your bike and hung your helmet on one of the handles. You walked through the entrance and were quickly greeted with your best friend,  Rachael and Izzy. 

“Y/n! Guess what happened!”, both of them squealed. 

“What?! Tom Holland is coming to Arcadia?”, you asked, jokingly. 

“Nope! I wish! But I got you-know-who’s Instagram!”, Izzy said, jumping up and down. 

You looked over at Rachael, she nodded. 

“Wow! Good job Izzy. Now you just need to become friends in the real world, not just the Instagram world”, you said walking over to your locker. 

“Uhh....maybe”, Izzy said. 

You grabbed your books and shoved them in your backpack, it was an urban backpack, so there weren’t any zips, just weird looking strips that magnetically connected. So you were having a hard time, zips were way more efficient. 

You slammed your locker closed and headed to our first class of the day, HPE theory. You were walking to class while talking with Rachael and Izzy when, you saw Jim calling me. you stopped and picked up. 

“What’s up, I have my first class in 5 minutes, so hurry”, you said quickly. 

“Sorry y/n! I found something in the canals, that was calling my name, strange. But I’ll tell you after school. Bye!”, he said and hung up before you even had a chance at saying ‘bye’. 

You put your phone in your pocket and were about continue to class, when you tripped over your feet and descended to the ground. You were ready for the impact but you never felt it. 

Huh? You looked up, and saw the same guy from the bookstore. He had grabbed you by your arms. You quickly got up and faced the guy. 

“Thank you! I can be very clumsy sometimes. Oh sorry, I’m y/n”, I said, stretching out my hand to shake.

“No problem! I’m Douxie. Nice to meet you y/n. Oh and...”, he said, then ruffled through his pockets and took out two cards. 

He handed them to me, GDT Arcane Books and Mr. Benoit’s cafe business cards. 

“I work there. It’ll be great to see you around there”, he said, not meeting your gaze.

“Sure! You look new, you just came here?”, you asked. 

“Nah. I just don’t really show my face to the public other then at school”, he replied. 

“Oh okay. Well, I’ll see you around, bye”, you said turning around to go to class. 

“Bye”, he said heading the other way. 

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The whole day was exhausting for you. After your last class, you left and went to your brother’s high school. 

Jim rode over to me, as well as Toby. 

“Hey Jim! How was your day?”, you asked, as you rode your bike along side him. 

“It was good, I kinda got into a fight with Steve, cause he was bullying Eli, so yeah...”, he said, trying to sound like it was normal. 

“Yeah! Did you see how I chanted ‘let him out! let him out!”, Toby exclaimed, proud of himself. “Good thing your mom’s a doctor”, he said, while mom drove up to us. 

“Hey kids”, mom greeted us, rolling down the window. 

Toby tried to stop in-front the car while he said,

“Looking sharp Dr. L”, as he stopped and came into mom’s view. 

“Thanks Toby. You’re looking sharp yourself”, she complimented him. 

“Oh really! It shows?”, Toby says, showing his ‘muscles’. 

You chuckled. 

While Jim and mom were talking, you waved mom bye and rode to your house. You put your bike in the garage and walked upstairs to your room. You dropped you bag on the floor, and took your laptop out and started doing your homework. Then you heard the front door open, must be Jim. 

You ran downstairs, finding him sitting on the edge of the couch and looking at what looked like an amulet. 

“I have a feeling that this is what you wanted to show me”, you said, sitting next to him. 

“Yeah. Toby and I found it in the canals in the morning. It was calling my name. Strange right?”, he explained. 

You nodded. You then looked at the amulet, it looked ancient. Jim suddenly, started talking to it. When the amulet didn’t say anything, he got frustrated and told it, 

“Come one speak up or else you’re going up on eBay!”

He sounded stupid at this point, he was talking to an inanimate object for God’s sake! Then we heard something from the basement. We glanced at each other and headed to the basement. 

“Uh! Must be raccoons!”, you said, getting a broom for Jim and getting yourself a metal stick.

We headed down the stairs and then saw....nothing. We went further in when you heard something behind you. You tapped Jim’s shoulder and turned around. 

A blue creature that had 6 eyes and 4 arms came out of the shadow’s. 

“Master Jim!”, it said. 

Jim started screaming, when another creature was behind us. It was bigger, had green hair and grey skin, well stone. 

“Hi!”, it said. 

You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. Then you looked at the creatures and backed away terrified. You couldn’t hear what they were saying since you were in your own thoughts.

How did they get in? What do they want? What are they? How do they know Jim? 

Then you snapped back into reality. The creatures were introducing themselves. The multi-eyed guy was Blinky and the brute was AAARRRGGHH and they were ‘trolls’. Then Jim passed out. You looked at the trolls. 

“Don’t go near my brother!”, you shouted at them and stuck your metal stick out at them.

“Do not worry sister of Master Jim, we will not harm him”, Blinky said, trying to calm you down. 

But that didn’t work you felt very scared, but you had to look confident, the complete opposite. Then suddenly, aqua coloured sparks started to flare out of your hands and onto the stick you were holding. Then a ball of aqua looking sparks shot out and towards the trolls. It hit them, making them stumble back. 

“Hmm. Master Jim’s sister is a sorceress. Who knew?!”, Blinky whispered to AAARRRGGHH. 

“I-I’m a what?”, you asked, lowering the stick. 

“A sorceress. In simpler words, you have magic”, Blinky explained, “We should make our exit. Lovely meeting you sister of Master Jim. We-”. 

“My name is y/n. So call me that”, you said, introducing yourself. 

“Oh okay. Lovely meeting you, y/n. Well, goodbye, we will be seeing you soon”, Blinky said and AAARRRGGHH waved. Then they were gone. 

You looked down at Jim. 

“What have you gotten yourself and me into Jim”, you said, as you picked him up and took him back to the living room. 

You set him on the couch, and went upstairs to sleep. 

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You had gotten up a bit more early and got dressed. It wasn’t the best outfit but how cares?

You grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. You looked at the clock, it was 7. You then looked at the couch were Jim was sleeping, he was snoring very loudly. You quickly wrote down a note for Jim: 

Morning sleepyhead, I’m out, since you were asleep, no one was going make breakfast, so I’m grabbing something for Mr. Benoit’s. See ya after school. 🤪

You rode you way over to the cafe and placed your bike near a window. You walked inside and was about to order, when Douxie walked up. 

“Hey y/n. Were you going to order something?” Douxie asked. 

“Hey Douxie, actually I was just going to get black coffee,” you replied. 

He help up a coffee cup. You smiled and thanked him as the two of you settled at a table. You drank your coffee quietly, while Douxie ate his muffin. 

“Wanna go to school together?” he asked. 

“Sure” you replied. 

You grabbed your bike while Douxie grabbed his. You both rided along side each other and talked. When the school came into view, Douxie asked, 

“Wanna race?”

“Why not!”, you replied. 

You both start peddling faster. When thought you were just about to win, Douxie peddled a bit faster. You pressed the brakes, but you didn’t stop. It did not end well. You skidded on the concrete, scraping your hands, making them bleed, and you ankle landed the wrong way when you fell to the floor. Douxie was just about to rush over and help you when a bunch of girls came up to him and started oooing and ahhing over him. He tried to go over to you but he couldn’t. 

You looked at your hands, there were bleeding a lot. You tried to stand up but as soon as you did, you fell back onto the floor, screaming in pain. Your ankle was not okay. Douxie had heard your scream, making him loose his patience. 

“Excuse me girls! I need to get to a very important person, so please,” he shouted, sprinting to you. 

“Y/n! Your hands...”, he said, worriedly, looking at your hands. 

He took your hands in his and inspected the scrapes. As he touched your wrist, you winced, he had touched a bruise. He saw you wince in pain, so he quickly apologised. He looked at your ankle, it was turning to a purple shade. Since you couldn’t walk, he would carry you. He placed one of his hands under your knees and the other behind your back and lifted you up. 

“Douxie, this isn’t necessary. I can pull my own weight,” I protested. 

He had pulled you close to his chest, so you wouldn’t accidentally fall. 

You noticed that he was pretty tall, so you wrapped your arms over his shoulders and clinged onto him for dear life. 

“You can’t pull your weight, clearly and this was the only way. Plus I don’t think you have a lot of weight to pull,” he said. 

He was clearly referring to me being light. 

He carried me across the school, getting everyone’s attention. We were about half way to the nurses office when Izzy and Rachael came rushed over to us. 

“Y/n! What happened?” they both asked. 

“My brakes were not working, so I skidded on concrete and my ankle landed the wrong way so I can’t walk. I told Douxie that I could pull my own weight but he didn’t listen and so he now carrying me to the nurses office,” you explained. 

“Well look at the bright side! You’re getting carried by Douxie! Douxie!” Rachael said. 

Douxie and you blushed. 

“It’s nothing. I can do anything for y/n,” Douxie said calmly. 

Izzy and Rachael eyebrows shot up at his statement. Douxie realised what he had said and tried to explain, when you tightened your grip on Douxie. Your ankle started hurting a lot. You winced in pain. Douxie looked at you and apologised to your friends and continued to the nurses office. You whimpered in pain, as it got worse. 

“It’s okay y/n, I’ve got you. Nothing is going to happen,” Douxie whispered to you. 

Douxie tried pushing the door of the nurses office open with his foot but it didn’t work. A person in the office, noticed you and Douxie and quickly opened the door, letting you in. Douxie laid you down on the bed in one of the room’s. The nurse ushered him out and the nurse examined your ankle. 

After you were examined, the nurse told Douxie that she will be fine by the end of the day, and that he could pick her up after last period. 

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You had been sitting on the bed all day, having an ice pack around your ankle and bandages on your hand. The whole day was very quiet and boring. Then, you heard the bell ring, school had ended! You didn’t have to wait long, your black and blue haired friend came as soon as the bell rung. 

“Hey Douxie!” you said, as he came into the room. 

“Hey y/n! How are you feeling? Can you walk?”, he asked, shooting you questions. 

“She can’t walk fully yet, she can limp. You’ll have to support your friend home”, the nurse interrupted. 

Your eyes become wide when the nurse said that he had to drop me off to my house. Douxie nodded and walked over to you. 

“Let’s see how you can walk”, he said. 

He offered me his hand for support and you took it. As you put weight on your ankle, it started to hurt. 

“Ouch!”, you exclaimed, squeezing Douxie’s hands in pain. 

“Yeah...you can’t walk. I am sorry for doing this again,” he said, then lifted you up again. You got out of the nurses office and out of school, were your bike was. 

“Hmm. If you can’t ride your bike to school, then you’ll need a lift. Do you have a brother or someone that can pick you up?”, Douxie asked. 

“I have a younger brother. He goes to Arcadia Oaks High. I can call him-”, you said when you were cut off by Douxie. 

“I can call him. What’s his number?”, he asked. 

You told him and then he called your brother. 

“Hey, is this Jim? Okay, so I have got your sister, can you pick her up? She can’t ride her bike, I’ll come with you guys since her bag is with me. Bye,” he said over the phone. 

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“Hey Jim!” Douxie waved at Jim and Toby, making him come over to you. 

“Y/n! What happened? Are you alright?” Jim asked, worried.  

“I’m fine Jim, I’ll tell you about it at home,” you said, reassuring him for now. 

“Okay let’s go, before it get’s dark...” Toby said, looking at the sun setting. 

Douxie looked confused, but he pushed the thought away. He helped you over to Jim, where he his hand stretched out for me to take. I took it and looked confused. 

“Jimbo, where am I going to sit?” you asked, gesturing to his bike, where there was only one seat. 

“You are going to sit on the seat, while I ride,” he explained. 

You nodded. You sat on his seat and he started peddling through town, while Toby and Douxie were following behind.  

“Douxie, thank you for helping my sister, it means a lot,” Jim said, as we rode through the town and onto the bridge. 

“It’s nothing. I can do anything for her,” Douxie said, but then he realised what he had just said. 

You blushed. 

“Well I um mean that I can do anything um...” Douxie stammered. 

“Anyways! Toby why were you at the dentist?”, Jim asked, trying to start a normal conversation. 

“I’ll explain later. Anyways, let’s talk about you, Jim,” Toby said, changing topics. 

“What about me?” Jim asked, panicking a little. 

“You know, the LOYL,” Toby smirked. 

“Yeah Jim, who is this girl? Wait, is it Claire Nūnez?” you teased. 

“Uh...um..well...”Jim stammered. 

“Oh! Jim you have a crush? Have you spoken to her yet?” Douxie teased. 

“Well I did yesterday, during gym class,” Jim said. 

“Please don’t tell me you said anything to her in Spanish,” you said. 

When he didn’t give you an answer, you knew the answer, he did. 

“What’s so bad in talking in Spanish?”, Douxie asked, curious. 

“Jim starts talking in Spanish when he get’s nervous, which is usually when he talking to girls, more specifically, Claire,” you explained. 

Then your house came. 

“Well that is it for the day, see you guys tomorrow,” Toby said, riding to his home across from ours. 

You got off your brother’s bike and limped over to the front door and opened it. You collapsed on the couch, tired. Douxie came in and dropped your bag onto the floor next to you. 

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow, love,” he said, walking out of the door. 

Jim came in and dropped his things on the couch. 

“I’ll make sandwiches, you rest,” Jim ordered. 

You sighed, you limped over with him and then sat on top of the bench. You looked at you brother, he chopping and looking at the amulet. 

“Why don’t you try looking into it?” you ask. 

“Maybe I should,” he said, taking the amulet and walking outside. 

You followed him outside and sat on the stairs. He looked at the amulet and spoke the incantation. 

“For the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command,” he spoke, turning the amulet. Then the wind suddenly picked up, and you saw that the rocks started to levitate. Then, blue magic orbs appeared out of the amulet and into Jim heart, then he levitated and armour appeared. Then the pieces clicked together. At first it was very big, which you started laughing at, then it shrunk and fitted him perfectly. He looked like a knight, but without the sword. 

“This is so freaking cool!” Jim exclaimed. 

“Now you just need a sword to go with the armour,” I commented, when a few more orbs appeared out the amulet and drifted to his hand, which then created a sword. 

You were amazed. This was magic! 

“Wow!” you said. 

Then Jim started to do some ‘cool’ moves with his sword, but when it got stuck into a a rock behind him. You bursted out laughing as you saw him attempt to take it out. He eventually did, but then he got it stuck again. He tried again, and it got out a lot faster. He chuckled when he got it out. 

In having discovered all this, on the other side of town, Mr Strickler and Bular were planning to take it from him. But the amulet had found it’s champion, would it be that easy? l

[innocent-chris-evans-slut]

Sunday BBQ

My Masterlist ✨

Requests are open.

Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2,5k

Type: smut

Summary: Lisa had hosted a barbecue at her house, her four children and some close family friends. It was a hot August day in Boston, and you were wearing your fav skirt and a simply white crop top, which highlighted your tan. Chris couldn’t take his eyes off of you and you noticed it. He was wearing a blue t-shirt, which tightened around his muscular biceps.

Warning(s): dirty talk, daddy kink, spanking, rough sex

A wave of heat had hit Boston that day. You couldn’t go to the beach -it was too hot-, neither could you stay in for the entire Sunday. Then your mother had called, saying that Lisa Evans had organized a barbecue at her place, and you took the chance almost immediately.

You wore the first thing you had caught in your wardrobe and got in your car, never living behind Toby -your dog. You jumped in your brother’s red Jeep and in less than fifteen minutes you were parking in front of Lisa Evans’ house.

It wasn’t the biggest house you’ve ever been in, but Mama Evans knew how to take care of her garden, in fact you loved how it was arranged and the beautiful and colorful flowers on the grass. Not by chance Lisa hosted almost every Sunday a big barbecue with family’s friends and her children’s families and friends. Since when you were a child, you’d always waited the Sundays only to go to the Evans’ and have fun.

“Mum and dad are already there”, Tom told you while you were getting out of his car. Together you crossed the road and reached the Evans’ front door, “Aideen and Cristal are coming”.

Toby barked as soon as the door was opened, and you watched him disappearing into the crowded living room. You panted and turned to greet Shanna, who had welcomed you in her mother’s house.

“The guys are in the backyard”, she informed your brother, who crossed the living room and made his way to the yard. Instead you followed Shanna in the kitchen, where you met your mother and Cristal, your younger sister. “So, how is it going at school? Do the children already love their new teacher?”

“It isn’t that simple”, you answered, thanking Lisa as she filled a glass of lemonade for you, “But…they trust me and laugh at my jokes. That’s my biggest achievement so far”, all the women in the room laughed at your statement, including your mother, who had heard that story a couple of times before. “It’s been a while since last Sunday at the Evans’.”

“I know, my dear. This summer I’m determined to re-establish the tradition”, Lisa caressed your back and sent you a reassuring smile, before being interrupted by her husband.

“Ladies, lunch is almost ready.”

You, as all the women in the room, headed out the kitchen and followed Mr. Evans in the backyard, where you brother and other men were grilling meat. You approached Scott, who had been waving you since you had stepped out of the house, “Hey, man!”

“Hey, stranger. I haven’t seen you in ages”, Scott, being a child, as always, teased you and poked your nose, “What’s going on?”

“I’ve been busy with kids at school. I’m officially a teacher!” you cheered and made a quick happy dance, just like when you were a child and happy danced basically for everything, “I’m so…uuh” you stopped talking when you felt something slimy on your ankle. You looked down and saw a tiny white dog licking you, “Hi, baby. Already tired of playing with other dogs?” you grabbed him in your hands and petted his head, just as he liked it.

“He’s a hairball and he’s lazy. Prove me that I’m wrong”, a strong, deep voice said, and you knew who was trying to make you angry, “Just like his owner”.

Chris Evans stood in front of you, one arm around his brother’s shoulder and a cold beer in the other hand. “Hi”, he stuck out his tongue at you and it reminded you how much a child he was.

“What are you doing here?” you asked in a harsh tone, succeeding in not let your excitement to show up, “No movie? No Hollywood Star appointment?” You let Toby rush to his food as you saw Shanna reaching out for him

“Nope, unfortunately for you”, his attention was completely on you, once that Scott had excused himself and ran away from the two of you, “Free for my family and friends”, he took one last drink from his beer and threw the bottle in its proper can, “And you, of course”.

“Good luck with that. Last time didn’t go so well”, having said that, you left him alone, with his thoughts, and made your way back to where your mother and brothers were. “Is that anything left for me?” you took a plate and filled it up with chips, grilled vegetables and an infinite amount of sauces.

Basically, everything that was on the long buffet table, except for the meat -which was being grilled by the men. Logan, your older brother, dragged you in front of the grill and made you wait there with a huge, ceramic dish in your hands. You looked at how all the men were focused on their portion of the grill, but only one caught your attention and it was Chris.

He had his sleeves rolled up and his broad biceps fully on display for everyone. His pecs tensed underneath the think material of his blue shirt and you could clearly see them.

“D’you like what you see?” his tease snapped you out of your thoughts. He saw you blinking and gasping, before, eventually, addressing him an annoyed face, “What? You’re basically drooling over me”, he flipped the grilling meat, interrupting your exchange of gaze, “I have eyes, Little One”.

“Stop calling me like that!”

“It’s not a nickname, it’s a matter of fact” Chris pierced various steaks of meat and nodded you to get closer to him, which you did -even if reluctantly, “You’re ten years younger than me, if I’m not wrong”, he started filling up the dish in your hands with steaks and hot dogs.

“Yeah, you’re right”, you rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue, “And I hate you”, you saw as he put down the big fork and the spatula and grabbed the plate from your hands -which was becoming hotter.

“Nah, you don’t”, he nodded towards his beer -the second of the day- behind you and you got you had to grab that, “You secretly love me”.

“And that’s such a secret that I didn’t even know it”, you stated and look at your feet as you got down of the area where the grills were. “Thank you for enlightening me, by the way”.

After placing the dish down on the buffet table, you gave the beer back to its owner. While you were handing it to him, your fingers slightly touched, but it was enough for you to shiver.

You couldn’t deny that; Chris had been your first serious crush and being friend with him didn’t help you cause. Moreover, being him very friendly with quite everyone, he’d never missed the chance to hug you, kiss your cheek, or touch your thighs while laughing together -and you loved him being touchy with you.

But that, damn, that wasn’t something you looked for, it came and brought butterflies to your stomach. You taught to kids in elementary school, yet at that moment you felt like a teenager, inexperienced with guys.

You raised your eyes and found him already looking at you. It was like a movie scene; with the two characters whose lives changed once their hands touched. But it was real life, and, in the real life, things didn’t go as in a movie. Your special moment was ruined by your mother yelling your name and searching for you in the yard.

“I gotta go. That’s yours”, and without saying another word, you rushed across the garden and disappeared, leaving Chris speechless and jammed.

You were stuck with your mother and sisters for three hours. You ate with them and told them how your teaching life was going that far, which had been exciting for the first fifteen minutes, then it annoyed you, too. You found yourself often searching for a pair of blue-green eyes which had your knees tremble not long before.

When you could no longer listen to your mother talking about your happy childhood and how your parents had been crucial in your academic choice, you excused yourself and got up, heading to the bathroom. It was occupied at the first floor, so you made your way upstairs and quickly found the room you were looking for.

“Sneaking in my bedroom?”

You flinched when you heard a male voice coming from behind you, and you knew whose voice was that, “You’re unbelievable”.

“Nah, I’m incredible”, Chris put his phone in his back pocket and lowered his gaze at you, “And you’re really cute today”.

You shook your head as the grip on the door handle tightened, “Cute?” you lowered your gaze, looking how you were dressed and looked back at him, “Are you noticing it only now?”

Chris didn’t reply to you, he had a quick glance at your surroundings and wrapped his arms around your waist, pushing you against the door behind you, “I did notice it”, his hand reached the handle and pushed it down. Chris pulled you inside and locked the door once inside, “And I’ve thinking about one-hundred ways to get you under me”.

You weren’t surprised, not at all. To everyone’s eyes you and Chris were just friends who liked hanging out together whenever it was possible. The truth was that you two had history, behind everyone’s back.

You felt his biceps flexing under your hands and you smirked, “And which one is you favorite?” you placed your hands at the base of his neck, “C’mon, tell me”, you encouraged him when you saw he wasn’t going to answer your question.

“We’re in my parents’ house, what makes you think I’m gonna fuck you here?” his grip tightened around your waist and that made you gasp, “C’mon, tell me”, he mocked of you when you didn’t reply to him immediately.

“You become ruthless when it comes to fuck”, you moved your hands behind his neck and pulled a string of hair too long. You brushed his cheek with your lips, and you heard him groaning. Not completely satisfied with yourself, you pulled closer to him and crushed your hips against him.

“Bend over.”

His firm and harsh tone made you shiver. It had always done. When talking like that with you, Chris knew he had you wet, trembling, and throbbing for him. He knew you would have begged him until you were no longer capable of speaking.

You did as he asked, and your face met the cold marble surface before you could hear an abrupt sound and warm spreading on your left ass-cheek.

“Did you just-?” you lifted your head and looked straight at him, startled by what he had just done.

“You can bet you ass I did”, having said that, Chris let his hand fall on your ass once more and the vibration of that spank went straight to your throbbing clit, “Now…tell me what I wanna hear”.

You heard metal noises coming from behind you, acknowledging what he was doing, “Please”.

“I’ll show your ass to the word if you don’t say the magic words”, his big, callous hands went raising your baby blue skirt up to your hips, and soon after they automatically found their way to your chest. Chris dangerously shoved his hardening cock against your core and hissed in pleasure.

You couldn’t endure it anymore; the pleasure growing inside you was too much that it was becoming painful and you knew he wouldn’t let you come if you misbehaved. Your clit was hurting, and it was a matter of time before you would drip yourself wet. You closed your eyes and gave up: “Please, daddy, fuck me”, Chris’ hand went down on your ass-cheek abruptly once more and encouraged you to go on, “Pleeease. I’ve been craving you all day”, you pushed your ass towards his hips, and you heard him cursing under his breath.

“You’re acting like a brat”, he set his buckle next to your face and you shivered, “Do you know what brats get?”

You didn’t reply to him, not because you didn’t want to, but because the pain was becoming too much that you couldn’t assemble a sentence.

“What-”, spank, “-do-”, another spank, “-they-“, Chris changed side, “-get?” one last spank.

“T-they…don’t g-get to c-come”, you were a trembling mess. Your weight was completely on your chest as your legs caved in when he’d started spanking you, “B-but, please, make me cum, daddy”.

“If you keep it quiet and low, I can consider making you come”, Chris’ hands searched for your underwear and, once found it, he pulled it down to your ankles, “Quiet and low, remember”.

You closed your eyes and prayed the God as Chris pushed himself inside you, stretching all your inner muscles. You moaned when he pulled out, only to go back where he left and boost his entire length inside your channel. You arched your back as you felt his thumb teasing your asshole, “P-please”.

“Oh, God…” Chris groaned as increased his pace. Thrusts became quicker and fiercer, leaving you breathless, “Keep it low”, he warned you not a second before adopting an ungodly speed.

You couldn’t form a word anymore, the only things coming out from your mouth were moans -which you had to hold on. You could only beg him for your own release, which wasn’t far away since the familiar warm had already formed and was spreading in your stomach.

“As much I want to take my time with you-“ Chris lifted your chin and made you look at him while speaking, “-I’ve thought of taking you like this the whole day-“, he kissed your forehead and left a trail of sweet kisses from there to your mouth, “-after this, we call it a day and leave”, as he pinched your clit, you both came and you had to repress a scream.

You were out of breath, bent over the furniture in the bathroom of Lisa Evans’ house, and at the mercy of her older son. In less than fifteen minutes Chris had transformed you into a whimpering and sweating mess, you were sticky between your legs, and you back hurt for the countless times you had arched it, “Chris”, you called him, who didn’t appeared better than you, “You gotta help me”.

The man behind you giggled, but helped you standing back on your feet, he re-dressed you and rested a kiss on your collarbone, jaw, nose, and, finally, lips, “Have I ever told you how much I actually like you?” he rhetorically asked, looking straight at your eyes.

“Only every time you fuck me. And before fucking me another time”, you wrap your arms around his waist and rested your head in the crock of his neck, inhaling his strong, musky, after-sex scent -the one you loved so much, yet you weren’t brave enough to tell him that.

“Don’t fall asleep. We have a long afternoon and a long night in front of us”, Chris rub a thumb on your left cheek, and you closed your eyes, wallowing that sensation, “Let’s go, Princess”.

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Music club AU Chap2 (Sanders sides Human AU)

TL;DR: What if you just wanted to play music in peace but the autor sayed “chaos twins :)”

POV: Virgil

Relationship: Creativitwins, Prinxiety, Logicality parent to Virgil, (later in the story) Dukceit.

TW: Play fighting

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God loves to mess with little old Virgil, do they?

The teenager just wanted to play music and have a good time, for ONCE!

But nooo, couldn't have that did he?

Virgil just opened the door to the classroom where the music club took place, standing at the threshold, staring at not one but both of yesterday's idiots staring back at him from their seat in the classroom.

He closed back the door. A laugh exploded inside the room followed by rushed footsteps.

Virgil practically ran through the corridor and was at the other side of it when someone flew the door of the classroom open and yelled.

"WAIT, COME BACK!"

It was a good thing that it was lunchtime and everyone was out, eating because Virgil would not have been able to handle the embarrassment.

The guy took the chance to run through the corridor while Virgil was still stunned.

He reached him breathless.

"Wait... don't go.... just...one second" He took a few deep breaths "Alright... Let's start again."

The tall boy corrected his posture and fashed a 100-watt smile.

"Hi. I'm Roman. And you are?"

Virgil looks at the hand his schoolmate was extending to him like it was going to electrocute him. Wich he was seriously considering could happend.

  The unconvinced emo took a long look up and down the dramatic boy who was growing more uncomfortable and nervous every second.

He was a head taller than Virgil, His hair where a stylish mess, he was wearing an outfit stolen straight up from a model magazine and not to be gay but he was so jacked that Virgil could see his pecks from under his shirt.

"Sooo..." The much to jacked teen continued when he saw that Virgil was not going to answer "Should I be worried by this elevator look or..." He left the end of the sentence hanging in the hope that Virgil would tell him something, anything.

But he simply rose an eyebrow.

Roman finally let his arm fall to his side, starting to be tired of holding it up for so long.

"Look. I got it. Using you for a challenge was not cool. I'm dumb and my brother is even dumber.

 But still, give me chance. I really want to get to know you. So, how about we get back to the classroom before the teacher arrives and you can decide my fate after?

Please?"

His dramatic schoolmate had quickly shot the sentences one after the other, making big movements to accentuate his point.

  Alright, Virgil was starting to get second-hand anxiety from this interaction, let's just go back to the classroom and get it over with.

He sighed and reluctantly got past the nervous mess in front of him to make his way back down the corridor, causing a disbelieving grin to appear on the face of the other boy who started trotting behind him.

If only he knew that he just threw out the window his only chance at peace for that smile.

Once in the classroom, Virgil was immediately greeted by a whistle coming from the other member of the dumb duo who was now sprawled over two chairs and tables. His hair was partially white and his outfit looked like he stoled Roman's close and made them voluntarily look as terrible as possible.

Virgil looked back at Roman who was joining his own hands together over his mouth, silently praying to Virgil to not back out. 

Puppy eyes had always been the emo's weakness, his dad used them constantly against him, so when a pretty face was giving him those hopeful eyes he was unable to refuse.

He reluctantly walked into the classroom only to realize that the only seat left was the one right in front of the brothers that none took due to being the closest to the teacher. 

Great.

"Wow, Ro! I can't believe you managed to get him to stay, that's a new record!"

Roman's brother claimed, throwing his arms for emphasizes and almost hitting Virgil in the process.

"Not thank's to you. Now scout over I wants my sit."

"Make me"

The strange twin challenged with a smirk. A challenge that was apparently accepted immediately judging by the wicked smile appearing on the face of the other twin.

"Gladly"

The dramatic boy took the ankles of the chaotic one and all but dragged him to the floor, getting a laugh out of his brother. Everyone was looking at them like they were insane and Virgil couldn't agree more.

Roman sunk in his sit, behind Virgil, completely unbothered by the chorus of confused laughter from the other students.

This was the scene playing when the teacher entered the classroom. Everyone when as silent as possible, a few of them had to hold their laughter with their hands. The embodiment of chaos looked up from his spot on the ground with an innocent smile.

The teacher took silently a sip of his coffee and walked past the teenager to reach the front of the room before sitting on his desk.

  "Sup, everyone. Glad to see a lot of familiar faces. For those who don't know me, the name's Remy. I'm a music teacher and I'll babysit you all an hour every week for this club. You're welcome."

At the word 'babysit' he looked through his sunglasses at the trouble maker who was sitting back on his chair.

It took barely a look to know which student already knew the men, smiling and snickering like it was their wired uncle or big brother. And the ones who discovered the strange character, blinking and staring in confusion.

Two girls started whispering to each other a few rows behind, causing the teacher to snap his fingers to get their attention.

"Sorry, Sir! We were just wondering if Remy was your last name"

One of the girls quickly apologized.

"Don't sir me and no, that's my first name. My name is Dorme. Any other question?"

After a silence, he continued.

"Good. So I'm going to take the same call from last year and cross out everyone we lost during the summer break. Toby!"

Someone with orange hair and a skeleton hoody rose their hand.

"Hi Toby, last year right? Think you can go to the club and study at the same time?"

"No problem, Remy"

Remy nodded and looked back at his list.

"Amely!"

A tall girl with a flowery dress rose her hand from the back of the class.

"Hey girl, how's the transition going? Want to stay with the altos or do you want to try and go soprano?"

"It's going great but I'd like to stay alto if possible"

"Of course. Next, Mike!"

There was no answer so he crossed them out. It continued like that for a few more minutes before he put the list down and took an empty paper.

"Ok, now time to cheek the newbies. Just say your name, pronoun, and any instrument you can play.  We start from the front and make our way back from left to right."

Meaning Virgil was first. Too much pressure.

He looked up at the teacher who was waiting for him to speak. Everyone was looking at him it was awful. He went to say his name but his voice refused to cooperate.

The teacher handed him the empty sheet where the anxious boy wrote 'Virgil Adams, he/him, base'

"Quick question, do you think you'll be able to sing or-" Mr. Dorme posed mid-sentence when he looked at the paper. "Never mind. Steve, good news, we have a base. You can play the guitar now!"

Steve, a boy with a plaid shirt and dark curly hair, made a 'woohoo!' of victory.

Remy looked back at Virgil.

"Don't worry about singing if you don't feel like it. Want to start tuning the base?"

The high schooler noded quickly and practically ran to the back of the classroom where Nat, one of the older students showed him where the material was.

The teacher called for the next student to introduce themself.

There was a noise of a chair being pushed back followed by an obnoxious voice.

"Greetings! I'm Roman Poquelin, he/him, and I can play any string and wind instrument except the base, the violoncello, and, god forbid, the kazoo."

"The kazoo is great! You don't know what you're talking about!"

The other twin defended

"The kazoo is an atrocity made by people with no taste!"

"You just hate fun!"

"This is not fun it's torture!"

Remy intervened before the kazoo debate blows up to far.

"That's enough you two, Roman sit down. Next."

"Remus Poquelin, he/them, I play every percussion as well as the trombone, accordion, bagpipe, otamatone, and KAZOO"

The chaotic twin insisted on the word 'kazoo' just the get a reaction from his brother who growled at him.

"Hey, that makes two Rems!" Toby yelled.

"You're right one of us got to change their name it ain't me" Remy added with a joking tone.

Remus thought about it for a moment before screaming proudly "DUKE!"

There was a confused silence cute only by a little "what?" from Steve.

Remus anwserd with a big dramatic mouvement.

"Everyone! Call me duke, or duky, or D or Di-"

"We are not calling you that." Roman interrupted with a tired sigh.

Virgil was starting to wonder if they were going to always be like that because it was starting to be exhausting.

Remy probably thought the same since he downed all his coffee before pushing on with the rest of the introductions.

 Luckily there were only the two girls left who didn't make a scene out of it. Named Branda and Harley. Two sopranos, none playing any instrument.

Steve had joined Virgil with his guitar and they waited for Remy to explain the year's program. 

Apparently, he had planed a few small concerts around the school during the year and 3 big ones including a competition interschool, and two concerts not taken in charge by the school as extra scholar activity.

That made a lot of concerts, and no matter how much Virgil liked to play, he still hated being under the spotlight.

They then made some vocal exercises and while everyone was reading the lyric of the song they were going to work on today, Remy explains how to play the song to Virgil, Steve, and Remus who got asked to play the drums.

The song was rather simple and except for Virgil, everyone was singing. They had to start again multiple times due to Remus somehow managing to never sing the note right while still playing the drums perfectly.

"Remus, can you sing me a 'la'?" Mr. Remy asked probably starting to wonder if he was doing it voluntarily.

Remus sang a 'mi'

"Try again?"

a 're'

"No, that's worst. Again?"

a 'si'

"Ok, you're just messing with me now" The teacher sighed

Roman rose his hand.

"He's not messing with you. He actually can't do it. 

He knows what note your asking of him he just can't sing it, but he can still play."

The music teacher looked confused at that.

"Do you want to be exempted from singing little duke?"

He got answered with a big nod. 

So now they were two not singing.

On the other hand, Roman grew more and more comfortable with the song and his dramatic personality slowly took over until they riched the last song and he couldn't help but hold the last note for almost a full minute. 

Virgil and Steve had stopped playing by now but Remus kept a drum roll for his brother with a straight face, apparently knowing that it was going to happen.

When Roman finished the bassist exchanged a look with the drumer and somehow he just knew they were thinking the same thing.

Remus grinned and suddenly they were both laughing.

  Nate joined in, hiding his face in his jacket, then Remy, Amely, and in seconds everyone was laughing, Roman included.

  The bell rang. Warning them that it was time to go back to class.

While cleaning everything up Virgil heard Branda comment.

"It's going to be a weird year"

Never, truer words had been said.

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(Virgil : Not to be gay but *proceed to be very gay*) XD