#to play dont starve all of a sudden

[dubioushonour]

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[pr3ttylittleslutt]

TW: depression, SH, SA, ED, shitty ppl, suicidal ideation?

Being depressed with a hypocritical ass family is so weird. I’ve been depressed since i was 12 and only recently got diagnosed, all those years it’s “ur being lazy” “ur rude and disrespectful” “ur wicked” “ur dramatic”, but all of sudden it’s “omg I always knew something was wrong” girl Ill bitch slap u all the way to fucking Africa dont play wit me. The amount of times yall degraded me and making me believe I’m the worst person to walk this earth is ridiculous if u ‘always knew something was going with me’, you don’t tell a 13 year old whose by the way going thru puberty and learning to deal with her emotions that she’s ‘a burden’ or ‘too much to handle’ thats so wrong. I remember the first time I self harmed, I was so overwhelmed and when I blew up yelling n fucking screaming u would want to tell me “your a child what the fuck do u have going on to be depressed or have anxiety” have u not been a teenager? When I told u what the fuck was going on ur response to me was “how was I supposed to know that if u never told me” BUT I DID THO WHEN I WOULD REFUSE TO INTERACT WITH THE PPL INVOLVED? WHEN I WOULD SHUT DPWN EVERYTIME I WAS AT THE PLACE. But it’s not only that YOU FUCKING LIVED WITH ME HOW TF DID U MISS THAT????? When I finally admitted I was sexually assaulted for the first time when I was 6 for 2 years YOU DID NOTHING. All u did was cry to make me feel like u cared but he never went to jail. He is walking free as we speak. He is still allowed to interact with me and other little girls. WHYYYYYYYYYYY. When I told you ur friends kids were threatening to rape me when I was 10 YOU DID NOTHING. When I told u my cousin was blackmailing me to have sex with him IM THE ONE WHO GOT PUNISHED WHYYYYYYYYYY? When I told u ur boyfriend is asking me to send him pics in ur lingerie at 15 fucking years old u never spoke to him? And I’m supposed to be grateful for him? Im supposed to do shit for him? Im supposed to hang out with him like nothing ever happened? Ur a fucking hypocritic. U would hit me when I ate more food than usual I WAS A GROWING CHILD ITS A NORMAL FUCKING THING instead u made me have an unhealthy relationship with food. At 10 years old I stared starving myself NO 10 YEAR OLD NEEDS TO EXPERIENCE THAT. I STARTIED CUTTING MY SELF AT 12 EXCUSES MEEEEEEE?And when u found out ur reaction is “why are u doing that? Stop it”, hell my first suicide attempt I was fucking 11 but u didn’t know right? And when all the sadness turned into rage ur fav thing to do was berate me for being “a miserable angsty teen” “ur being rude” maybe if u paid enough attention it would have to get to that point. All the signs were there but u all ignored them. And after all that n I go out of my way to get my diagnosis Yall wanna act all sympathetic in my face y’all are fucking hypocriticals and that’s why I don’t like going to see y’all. At the of the day I was the child you were the adult. U should’ve known better. Go fuck yourself.

Sorry

[miupow]

NSFW, MDNI! sub!beomgyu, femdom!reader, puppy play, pup!beomie, mommy kink, extreme degradation, name calling (dog, mutt, pup), pillow humping, cumplay/cum eating, orgasm control, breeding kink, oral (f. rec).. this is genuinely so filthy and i'm obsessed with it.

written by @tigerhoshi25, sent to me in my inbox! all credits go to her <3 thank you so much for this delicious meal annie...

a teary eyed beomgyu sat in between your legs on the floor. his hands were resting on your plush thighs as you sit on the couch and glare at him. his lips pressed into a pout and his collar was perfectly tight around his neck. he wishes he could go back a few moments ago when he was eating you out like a starved man but no. dumb mutt couldn’t control his dick and he came over over his thighs and the cushion of the couch while eating you out. you laugh and make him feel humiliated, “dumb dog come just from eating some pussy? now look at you getting hard again just from me speaking down on you.”

his breathing is erratic, his eyes are pleading silently for you to ease up on him-- even though he loves the way you treat him- he leans and rests his chin on your thigh to look up at you with puppy eyes. you push him back and were about to scold him for touching without asking when an idea crossed your mind. “wanna cum again?” you switch up your tone from plain out malicious to sweet and tender but beomgyu heard ‘cum again’ and didn’t register the sudden change or the fact that you’re offering another orgasm.

he nods his head and you don’t respond since '‘good boys use their words." he finally speaks up with a shaky voice, “please, please can i cum?”

you pat his head a scratch behind his ears to give him a false sense of safety. “how do you wanna cum, pup?” you ask calmly and his ears perk up at the mere thought of you maybe letting him cum the way he wants. “i-inside, wanna give you your own pups.”

you chuckle evilly, “dumb dog wants to breed like it’s instinct?” you grin before continuing, “stupid dog, you wasted your cum on your thighs.” you glance to the creamy release on his thighs. “there’s not enough to fill me up.” you say with fake sympathy and beomgyu cries even louder. poor thing believes you even though you both know he cums buckets.

“please, please, please.” he whimpers and presses his face against your soft tummy, he just glares at it like it’ll make his situation better.

“you can cum…under my conditions.” you push his head away and he looks at you with a glimmer of hope in his glossy orbs.

“anything, ill do anything,” he breathes out. poor thing.

“i want you to humo the couch, like a stupid dog in heat.” your voice was far too sweet for such vulgar words.

beomgyu shakes his head, “nuh uh, wanna cum in you,” he starts tearing up.

“sorry pup, i already told you there’s not enough,” you lie again. beomgyu shuffles his body closer to the couch and whines once the sensitive tip rubs against the rough fabric.

“i dont wanna, mommy please~” here come the water works.

“no, pup. you cum on the couch or not at all,” you scratch his ears and scalp gently which makes him feel the need to obey. he lets a a pathetic whimper escape the back of his throat before he starts pushes his hips towards the couch and back again, dragging his weeping and aching cock across the cushion. every thrust against the couch makes him cry more. it hurts so good, so bad all at once. the friction burns on the underside and the head of his cock while the rest of begging to be touched. he even looks pathetic, tears streaming from his eyes to his neck, his bottom lips trapped in between his teeth and his nails dig into the couch cushion.

his hips speed up and little and he starts to beg again now that he’s close, “please, mommy im doing it, please let me cum inside.” if he got what he wanted he would stick it in and cum the second he met your warm walls.

“no, mutt. i want to you make a mess on the couch,” you pull out your phone to record him. he cries out but doesn’t stop his hips.

“mommy, no,” he sobs. he feels like a dog doing tricks to impress his owner… and it just brings him closer to spilling all over the cushions. he keeps going and even pushes his dick in between to couch cushions for more painful friction. his pink head keeps poking out with every thrust forward, still leaking with precum that barely aids in the pain of the fabric.

just a few more thrusts and beomgyu presses his hips flush against the couch, his tip starts spewing cum across the top of the cushion and even the back of the couch, it seeps down in between the two cushions that he’s currently sandwiched in. you, without missing a beat, tell him, “now lick it up.” Beomgyu looks up at you and sees your smirk, your phone still recording the shameful act. he knows if he doesn’t he’ll get in more trouble so the poor pup pulls his dick out and leans down to starting licking up his own cum. he whines at the salty sticky substance that he has to lick up but your words help him.

“such a good boy, cleaning up your mess.”

“good pup, looks so pretty with tears and your mess on your face.”

beomgyu can’t finish it all, he gives up and waits for you to punish him. “what are you doing, mutt?” you glare. “c-can’t mommy, I can’t finish it,” he pouts. it makes sense, you don’t even think you could since the brainless pup cums so much but you have to punish him anyways. “bad boy, you made a mess so you have to clean it up,” your tone drops and beomgyu’s heartbeat quickens. he just shakes his head, “can’t mommy…im’sorry.”

that almost makes you want to forgive him and let him fuck you but you instead grip a handful of his hair, while the other hand is still holding your phone that’s recording, you pull his hair tight to look at you. “stupid mutt, you’re a stupid dog that just wants to cum and can’t clean himself up,” you sneer and he cries out. you push his head down, pressing his tear stained cheek into the creamy mess on the couch. “dumb fucking dog.”

im going fucking feral. im going to turn into a werewolf and start howling at the moon or some shit.

[llsaltywoundsll]

A Sticky Situation - Vampire!Nigel x Alex Forbes

Word count: ~1k

Pairing: Nigel and Alex ofcc

Description: Alex and Nigel are closer than ever now, but Nigel still continues to his certain secrets. Alex walks in on him, and catches Nigel doing something he'a never expected.

Warnings: Implied ED, blood, lemon (almost smut), Homosexuals.

Nigel has always been somewhat odd when Alex first met him. Despite the fact he was into dissecting, taxidermy, and some other creepy shit. Something odd as in he constantly looked like he craved something. Alex caught Nigel looking at his neck once, noticing the stern stare along with it, too. Despite the fact it flustered him, it also confused him. He noticed the boy always looked so dazed around him, like he was lost in a train if thought. Not only that, he also felt Nigels presence in his dorm room at night, just standing there, breathing softly, and a soft sigh before leaving. Sure, Alex liked him, in a romantic way too, but this creeped him out.

Breakfast arrived, and they served oatmeal. He saw Nigel asking for extra oatmeal — which he thought was rather insane, since he never noticed him eat his food.

"How come you never eat?" Alex asked. It's not like he hasn't asked this before, he has, many times, but Nigel never really gives him a straight answer. He just sort of looks at him weirdly.

"I'm just not hungry." Was the raven-haired boy's response, his tone cool and soft. He knew it was a lie, he could hear his stomach growl like it was begging for food.

"Stop lying. You even asked for extra." When Nigel didn't respond, Alex sighed before trying to lighten the mood. "I mean are you insane? Who asks for another scoop?"

Alex chuckled a bit before it died down. Nigel looked at him like it was sort of uncomfortable for him to handle that topic.

It was silent for a few moments before Alex cleared his throat and spoke up, "Why don't you ever tell me why you don't eat?" It was a rather simple question, and he silently prayed Nigel would answer this one.

"I just simply dont need to, Jack.."

It was always the way he said it. Jack. He loved it when it came from Nigel, but hated it when others called him it. Maybe it was because he knew the meaning behind it, or maybe it was because it came from his beloved.

"Hm." Was all Alex responded, a simple hum. Of course, this made Nigel frown.

The fact Nigel wasn't eating breakfast, lunch, or dinner, worried Alex. He worried that maybe he was starving himself, or that maybe he had an eating disorder. However, he never wanted to ask him, because he didn't want to scare Nigel away. He loved him too much. As the bells rang for the end of breakfast, he put away his tray and walked to his first period.

The day flew rather quickly like usual, class after class, and it felt like it happened in a blink of an eye. Alex was in the middle of daydreaming when the bell for the end of the day finally played. It startled him, but he gathered his books quickly and walked out, and straight to his dorm. He couldn't wait to talk to Nigel again.

He grinned, feeling himself grow giddy. However, when he opened the dorm door, he dropped his books, causing a large crash in the room.

Alex saw Nigel drinking a vial of blood. He looked at him suddenly, dropping the vial and the rest of the blood on the floor. He had only gotten a sip, and looked at him with a shocked expression.

"Alex, wait—" Nigel's sudden worried voice flustered Alex, surprisingly. It's as if knowing he was a vampire attracted him to Nigel more.

"I'm not scared, Nigel, if that's what you're going to say." He speaks smoothly, picking up his scattered books and setting them on his bed. Alex noticed the way Nigel relaxed at this.

"Can you.. help me clean this up—" Nigel began crouching down to pick up the glass shards.

Despite that, Alex's voice spoke up before he realized he was even saying it. "Are you still hungry?"

Nigel looked at Alex with a blank expression, and again glanced at his neck. "..yes. I am."

Alex blushed a bit before slowing his breathing to calm himself. He looked down at his feet before speaking up. "Are you fine with uh... Drinking off of me? Just of course don't drink too much—" Alex simply offered.

"Are you sure, Jack?" Nigel began to stand up slowly, his aura suddenly changing to something darker. He looked hungry.

"Yes. I'm sure, Nigel." Alex reassured Nigel. He felt his stomach churn a bit from anxiety, but he also felt a bit of desire deep down, too.

"..please." the freckled-boy added, his voice sounding a bit too desperate as it quivered.

Nigel took a few slow steps forward, his long strides allowing him to stand in front of Alex rather quickly. They looked at eachother, as if they were silently talking to each other. Suddenly, Nigel shoves Alex against the wall, earning a groan from him.

"Stay still." Nigel growls when Alex tries to stand up straight. He grabs his hips, and slammed him against the wall again, making sure he stays still this time.

Nigel leans in, merely inches away from Alex's soft, pale skin. He could smell the pure metallic scent of Alex's blood he so craved since he met him. The ginger could feel his warm breath against his neck, allowing his heart to race in anticipation. The desire Alex felt in the moment was surreal, squirming a bit.

"I said stay still." Nigel repeats, gripping his hips tighter — which was destined to leave bruises later.

"Yeah.. sorry" Alex mutters under his breath.

Finally, after waiting in such anticipation, Alex felt Nigel sink his teeth into his neck. He heard him moan, pulling away for a mere second to catch his breath before going back to drink his blood. Alex groans, feeling him lap up the dripping blood that eventually lightly stained his skin.

After a bit, Nigel pulls away, panting heavily as he stands straight. They made eye contact, and Alex could see the desire clouding his eyes like it was the plague. As if it was mere instinct, Alex pulls Nigel close, kissing his lips desperately. He didn't feel him react, but when Alex almost pulled away, he felt Nigel bit his lip, drawing a bit of blood. Nigel, of course, lapped it up like a thirsty dog, groaning from the sweet taste.

Nigel began kissing him once again, still keeping him pinned to the wall. After spotting a chance, Nigel slips in his tongue, humming a small moan from the euphoric feeling.

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[theemissuniverse]

“SOME DISTANCE” MILEENA X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You and Mileena can’t really have contact because of her disease so you find some other way to satisfy her

WARNINGS : MINORS DONT INTERACT. thigh riding, slight dirty talk, soft!dom

It was rare that you and Mileena saw each other considering she was Empress of Outworld and you were one of Earthrealm’s champions. The two of you made it work despite circumstances.

That was today. Liu Kang had told you that he did not need you for the whole week so you were staying with your girlfriend in Outworld for the seven days. Mileena was more than happy.

The one thing Mileena was irritated of was her disease and because of the tarkat, that limited to her touching you.

She was feeling touch starved. You always looked so good in anything you wore. She practically wanted to rip off any clothing on you.

It wasn’t just that. Mileena feared that your sexual desires were not being met and that you would leave her to go find someone that could please you.

Today was her worst day. It was almost like she was in heat. You were currently playing a game on your phone, trying to get past a certain level. You were already irritated because you lost for the fifth time. “Ugh. Seriously? They obviously put this on hard mode.”

Mileena had lotion her body. She was only in her bra and underwear with a pink robe on, exposing her body. She had watched you play and it was clear you were obsessed with the game. “Are all Earthrealmers obsessed with technology?”

“Yes.” You replied simply.

Mileena hated when you’d play the game. You were usually the most talkative person alive. No one could shut you up but you playing a game? All of the sudden you came up with one word responses.

She rolled her eyes slightly before climbing into bed. You kept playing the game, paying her no mind.

You were wearing a tight shirt that made your breasts pop out more than usual. Mileena had been quietly suffering for too long when just by your body being covered in the right clothing made her soak her panties.

Mileena rubbed all over your chest. You still payed no mind to it. She decided to see if you were paying attention. See if you could get angry at her. She tried to hit you where it hurt because she knew the thought of it would annoy you. “It’s a shame that you’re on the game. I guess I’ll just have Tanya attend to my needs.”

You waved her off, still not listening. “Okay, honey. Have fun.”

Mileena was officially done. She grabbed the pillow behind her and used it to hit you in the head repeatedly.

“Ow! Ow! Hey! What did I do?!” You yelled out. Then you sighed when you lost the level again. “Dammit! You made me lose the level.”

Mileena stood up from the bed and placed her hands on her hips. “Why did you come here if you were just going to spend time on that stupid game?”

You scoffed at the idea. “I haven’t been on the game the entire time.”

She gave you a look. Then she crossed her arms with a simple tilt of the head. “Oh really? What level did you start at when you got here?”

“Five.”

“And what level are you at now?”

You paused, now understanding what she had meant. “Two hundred seventy six?” Mileena rolled her eyes and started to walk away from you.

You got up from the bed and grabbed her arm, making her look at you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to not spend time with you. I’ll stop.” You turned off your phone. “See? No more distractions.”

Even though you were being incredibly annoying, Mileena sighed. She did not mean to be that mad at you. She was just frustrated. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.” You noticed that there was something that was bothering her. You held her hand. “Hey, what’s up? You’re a lot more…straight faced than usual.” Mileena bit her lip slightly. You knew that it took a lot for Mileena to talk about her feelings.

“Come on. What’s my Empress so upset about?” You bopped her nose a little and the action made her smile slightly.

Her eyes darted to the ground. She didn’t want to look you in the eyes. “I feel as though this relationship will not last.”

Your eyes go wide at this statement. Now you started to beat yourself up about being on the game. “Whoa. If this is about me playing the game - the game is not important. You’re important.”

“It is not that, darling.” Mileena walked over to the bed and sat on it. “I know that you have needs and I sadly can’t meet them because of my…condition.”

You were a little confused. What needs did you have that she couldn’t help you with? “What needs?”

Mileena felt embarrassed that she even had to say it. “You know…needs…”

The realization hit you. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. You didn’t mean to laugh at her. You just thought it was foolish. Mileena glared at you and you calmed your laughter down. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you it’s just…what the hell do you take me for? Do I scream ‘horny by the minute’ to you?” You sat down next to her and placed a hand on her thigh. “I don’t need to have sex with you to be with you. It’s cool. We’re fine. Don’t overthink. I’m with you because I love you, okay.”

Mileena smiled at your words. “I love you too, love.” Her eyes darted away from you. “But it is not just that. I…”

You knew she didn’t want to say it so you tried to put the pieces together yourself. You then chuckled when you realized she was sexually frustrated.

Then you examined that she was already in her underwear and you were in your sweatpants. The idea came to you.

You leaned back a little and did a head motion to your lap. “Sit on my lap.”

Mileena was a little bit confused. “Why?”

“You’re ten thousand years old and you don’t know what thigh riding is?” You questioned her and she shrugged. You let out a laugh. It was cute that she was older than you but was still innocent in some ways.

You grabbed her hips and placed her on your lap. She allowed you to. Wow she wasn’t kidding about wanting you. You could feel her soaked panties through your sweats. You gently held her hips and guided her back and forth.

Mileena was not familiar with this at all but when you moved her she instantly let out a moan. You continued to do so for some time until she did it herself. At that point, your left hand stayed at her waist while your right hand was at your side.

Soft moans came out of Mileena and you wanted to facepalm for not doing this sooner. She looked absolutely stunning while riding you.

Her nails gripped on your shoulder but you felt no pain. You continued to assist her when needed when she was riding your thigh.

“Oh, lovely.” Mileena wished she could go faster on your thigh but she sadly couldn’t. She wanted more.

You were probably pushing contact but at this moment you had just said fuck it. You unclasped Mileena’s bra, revealing her beautiful chest. You then started to play with her nipples with your right hand.

“Oh, please, (Y/N).”

“Please what?”

“Don’t make me stop.”

The constant pressure of Mileena’s clit being rubbed against your thigh made her feel dizzy. You noticed this and helped her move on your thigh. “Come on, pretty girl. I know you can do better than that.” You told her.

Mileena moaned at your words. Her nails dug into your shoulder more and she moved faster on you.

Your hands went behind Mileena. You gripped on her ass and smacked it, making Mileena let out a moan. “Oh, yes. I’m all yours, my love.”

“You’re all mine?”

“All yours.”

Mileena’s heavy panting was turning you on. Her hands started to play with her own breasts and you considered yourself to be the luckiest girl in the world. An Empress was riding you.

Mileena’s hand traveled down to your sweats and she tried to reach inside and rub your clit but you stopped her hand and placed it on your shoulder. “Why?” Mileena practically whined out.

“I’m more focused on your pleasure, doll.”

The Empress felt a tingly feeling rushing at her. “Oh my. (Y/N). I-“

“I know. Make a mess on my pants, baby.”

“Oh, (Y/N). Yes, yes. Yes.” You watched Mileena arch her back and cum all over your sweats. You felt her clit spaz on you and you wished you could eat her out.

You helped Mileena ride her orgasm until she was finished. When she was, she practically collapsed in your arms and you chuckled, hugging her back. “I didn’t know you were so submissive my Empress.”

Mileena hit your chest, causing you to laugh. “Shut up before I put you in your place.”

[pricegouge]

two for one wip wednesday for double the accountability:)

first another excerpt from that price x reader one shot I was working on which I might scrap cause I just can't seem to stick the landing but here's some silliness for you anyway:

of course, that's when things start to get a bit more social around the table, all your anxieties about the setting now playing out in the strangest way, the focus of the conversation dominated entirely by the couple across the way from you. they like being the center of attention, that's for sure, commentating loud enough to carry. you're not sure it's necessary, but the chef seems like he's seen worse so they carry on uninterrupted, that implacable bravado of cockiness and confidence unique to young men like them, too attractive for their own good and too smart to let it go to waste. it sets your teeth on edge, makes you understand why john had balked at the sight of them. you're determined not to let them ruin your night, but it gets a bit hard to ignore when their commentating begins to stretch itself across the gulf of the chef's pit to you, a bawdy 'things are really heating up, huh?' interrupting when john leans close to whisper something in your ear, the scratch of his beard against your helix not quite enough to cover it. of course, when you shoot them a disgruntled look they're innocently observing the sudden rush of flame across the grill when the chef sets the oil alight. (or perhaps innocent is a strong word, given the animal excitement in mohawk's eyes.)

"soaps's a bit of a pyro," john says by way of explanation when he catches you staring a beat too long. "should we get that cart away from him, then?" you ask, nodding toward the bottles of cooking oil and grain alcohol which sit much to close to soap (soap?) for your taste. john just smirks. "don't worry, darling. he's a professional." you struggle to picture that man as a professional anything, but john said he was a co-worker, so you keep that bit to yourself. "what's the other one's name?" you ask instead, and grin when john gives you yet another terrible nickname. "gaz? no wonder the pyro likes him then, huh?" you think you say it quietly enough but to your horror, the pyro in question winks at you. "nae, that'll be on account of his good looks," he imparts before swooping in for a kiss which leaves his handsome partner all soft.

once the conversational gate opens between the lot of you, there's no closing it. gaz asks john what he's drinking and then orders one for himself. soap asks how the two of you met and then lights john up when you answer truthfully, the tips of the older man's ears growing pinker by the minute. when the chef starts tossing bits of veggies into peoples' mouths, john gets his revenge by volunteering (a perfectly willing) soap - says that big mouth of his will be perfect for it. when you make the mistake of chuckling, they decide you must be fair game, leveling john with a leery sort of good-for-you grin when you open your mouth wide to let the chef shoot sake down your throat. it isn't the stunt that makes you choke.

You can't stop watching it, that steady tide of melt. It flows freely over the grit of the concrete slab, loosing gravel catching from beneath like sandbars, spreading the stream wide and weak before it spills down the side. You're almost hesitant to hope, caught in that dismal slog of winter when you have to satisfy yourself with what you can get - when you learn to appreciate the stark contrast of bark, the silhouettes of baren trees reaching skyward with gnarled fingers. Two dimensional, flat color on a depthless sky. You wonder how Eyvind Earle ever made money off of this, realize you might be forgetting how color works, starved as you've been.

and then the next one i hesitate to name drop just because i dont want people getting too excited considering i only had inspiration for it for the first time in nearly a year yesterday, when i saw the sun - unseen since november. but now it's back to snowing so... make of that what you will

But it's here now, maybe, iridescent oil swirling as the melt parts around your boots, red as the dogwood shrubs that vein the outer edges of wooded thatches, bloodied switches serving as warning for the children beginning to succumb to cabin fever.

They'd said any color you wanted, after all.

[celestialbruise]

Hello! I saw that you were doing drabble requests so I wanted come by and ask for one. It's for and Ever After High PIDW AU! Here's a link to the post>>>

https://www.tumblr.com/afsosville/762244543880003584/ever-after-high-but-make-it-a-pidw-au-imagine?source=share

I'd be great if you wrote the drabble to be like those EAH miniature episodes. The ship I was going for this is a cuter version of Bingjiu. I dont even know if you've seen EAH so I'd get it if you didn't wanna do it! Just putting this in here in case you did jdflhbtjddjf

I was so, so excited to find this in my inbox! I adored ever after high as a child, and so combining my two loves was really too much fun! and, like, this is such an original, fun idea?? yeah, I really am obsessed XD I hope I was able to do it justice<3

(also, just have to say I may have visited your acc and started fangirling a bit, because your art is AMAZING🤍🤍 your bingjiu erha art gave me life! so I feel so very honored to be trusted with your prompt)

Shen Jiu, trembling, holds an ink brush in between white-knuckled fingers. It creaks in his hold, threatening to snap. Shen Jiu hopes it does.

Shen Jiu should have been used to this, others’ hatred. Sudden, unexplained cruelty. But there is something uniquely sick about fate’s tapestry, its threads being woven around your throat like a noose, when all you wish is to breathe like the rest. Shen Jiu never asked for this - of course, he didn’t, because then he wouldn’t have gotten it. The gods have never answered his prayers. No, they laugh at his pleas, their mocking, smiling faces demons skulking in the burning wreckage of all of his dreams. 

The blank, open-faced book sits before him, begging for his name. Begging for the script to be written in his blood. 

The sins of the father become the sins of the son. What a ridiculous, cruel curse. Shen Jiu barely knew his father - this ‘Shen Qingqiu,’ this scourge - and yet, he is meant to follow in his footsteps? And for what? Petty glory? Fleeting satisfaction?

Shen Jiu resents this so-called destiny, resents the fact that it reads like a macabre play. He refuses to play the fool, to be a mere puppet pulled along by its strings, dancing to the beat of war drums and jeers. All around him, mirrors play out sick scenes from his life, predestined and ordained by vicious vultures starved for blood. Shen Jiu watches himself be beaten bloody, battered and bruised, relentlessly, endlessly, night after night with no reprieve. Watches himself cheat and lie and steal just to get by, just to survive another harrowing day. He beholds the monster the mirrors dictate he becomes, that he is. A jealous, spiteful, cruel man who hurts in the way he was hurt, knowing nothing else and never bothering to learn. And then he falls, and his fall from grace is slow, and terrible, and agonizing. He is put on trial before the world, his sins laid bare, flayed open, left raw and shaking as greedy eyes entertain their malaise with the horror of his suffering. And then he is thrown in prison to rot. And rot he does; losing his limbs, his tongue, his eyes, every little piece of himself, his very soul damned to an abyss that this time, will disgorge no survivors. 

No. No, Shen Jiu will not resign himself to this. He refuses it. 

This world has turned its back on Shen Jiu. Why should Shen Jiu agonize over turning his back on the world? Shen Jiu drops the ink brush and steps away from the book, lifting his head to stare defiantly out at the slavering crowd, resisting, unrelenting. Daring the gods who made him this way to contort his body to fit into that ghoulish shape. Shen Jiu will offer no assistance. Shen Jiu will not be a part of digging his own grave. 

The crowd is confused, their bloodlust left unfulfilled. They begin to shout more viciously, cursing Shen Jiu to the heavens, their cries like the howling of wolves. Shen Jiu weathers it, his glare sharpening until it could cut through flesh, to the bone.

Let them curse me, Shen Jiu thinks, biting his tongue bloody. I will not doom myself to this destiny. 

This is a story that will not be told; Shen Jiu refuses to write the words. The hand that held the inkbrush as if it were a weapon slowly curls into a fist.

And then his fingers are being uncurled slowly, carefully, gently. A hand slips into his, their lifelines colliding, fingers fitting together in an embrace. Shen Jiu turns his head to find that it is Luo Binghe who has come to stand beside him, Luo Binghe who is holding his hand, defying the ravenous crowd with a glare of his own. 

Shen Jiu no longer stands alone. 

Luo Binghe raises his other hand, but only to knock the book away, sending it falling down, down into the mob below. Shen Jiu watches this all in a stupefied haze, wondering what the punchline is, when the rug will be pulled out from under his feet. Why would Luo Binghe do such a thing? The boy Shen Jiu is meant to torment and cast into hell? His destiny, unlike Shen Jiu’s, is as bright as the sun, bestowed by the very same gods who have spit in Shen Jiu’s face. 

“It’s all bullshit,” Luo Binghe whispers, because he must be able to see the confusion roiling in Shen Jiu’s eyes. Shen Jiu is hardly trying to hide it. “Why should I resign myself to someone else’s meddling? Why would I want my father’s destiny? He’s always been too overbearing. And just look at where singing that stupid book got him - he’s utterly miserable.”

“Without the book, what do you plan to do?” Shen Jiu asks, attempting to sound disdainful because by all rights this is a hopeless situation - but he can’t suppress the tremor of hope that cracks through the ice in his tone.

“We’ll make our own destiny,” Luo Binghe shrugs, lips curling into a smile that is as ruthless as it is earnest. “It can’t be that hard.”

[firstdivisiongirl]

hii can i get a male match up please for tokyo revengers :) im a she/her - sorry if theres quite a bit here D:

- i like animals especially red pandas and i also like bugs too. i also sometimes like to read both manga and actual books, i like any theme but when it comes to manga i either like shonen or stories like goodnight punpun/ a girl on the shore

im very enthusiastic towards music, i listen to any genre. i can go from heavy mental and rock, to goth, to something like lana del ray where i feel like i need to be in the rain with red wine, to calm/ smthin indie, sole crushing, and then scene. theres a whole lot more i could add. lemme also add in midwest emo.

- i cant exactly pinpoint what i dislike aside from the wind because it messes up with my hair, i swear if the wind was a solid id have it knocked down immediately. though I also tend to get annoyed by people that don't use common sense.

- my hobies incule art, i have a lot of sketchbooks and majority of my lessons are done by doodling and getting told off by my the teacher cause i dont pay attention, but i still carry on. i also like to make jewelry such as bracelets/neclases, their mainly beaded but their still cute to wear and i like to make bracelets for close people

- (just for extra info here →) im mentaly unstable and have severe attached issues as well as issues with family on every aspect. id like to get better, however i just end up going down a loop hole so i cant/dont which makes everything much harder than it needs to be.

- my energy gets drained QUICK so im mostly a listener rather than a speaker when it comes to social interactions, however i do have my days where i can be jumpy and almost euthoric and talk like my life depends on it with a lot of excitement

- also i can get sudden motivation that i end up reorganising my room, one day it'd look that then after 4 months itd look like this. i tend to do spontanious little things here and there when im in a good mood and that includes in dying/cutting my hair. also ive pierced myself 6x with thumb tacks and their all healed very nicely. i have 9 ear piercings in total.

- never was much of an academic person in school, but i tend to be smart outside of it and i find enjoyment in observing people and using my own thoughts rather than finding sources

- i wont call myself shy, maybe at first sure but as i get comfortable i can go all out and i dont mind in making the first move as long as i get the same energy back, otherwise if that energy isn't given then ill forget all about them.

- i can be extremely clingy when i want to be, i hold back in latching onto someone on a daily basis. i wanna hold someone's hand, be on their back like a bag, and just overall connect soles. im touch starved and overall I can be very affectionate physically, though I'm awful at using my words for affection.

Hello! There isn’t too much. It’s actually a good thing. That means it’s easier to pick because I know more about you. It makes the match more accurate. So let’s go!

You Got…

Izana Kurokawa!!!!!

Boy is all about loyalty and keeping those he loves around!! So you wanting to be clingy, is perfect!!!

He’s a leader so he would do all the talking for you

Very patient (we saw his like 8 year plan to take down Mikey lol) so if you are struggling with anything, he’s there for you.

Would play music for you on his guitar. I think indie rock probably.

Idk why but I also called him a human red panda. The reason his because he looks cute but is a menance like red pandas.

At home dates or concerts! I hope you like the matchup!!!

[quintiliusheartripper]

6, 11, & 14 for the Twin Kodan maybe??

@commanderfloppy

Oh my! Didnt expect a ask for Suns Resolve and Veiled Moon! Unless your thinking of other kodan but regardless

6. I like to imagine the twins as being great for a kodan starter area.

Suns resolve helps train the new gaurds and gives self defence lessons to cubs so I can imagine him asking you to show them your techniques for fighting. And they dont do it in game as far as i can tell but i can see sun being a mini boss you can fight that adds to the heart. Think the training grounds in seitung.

As for Veiled Moon shes a voice attendant and is a cultural perserver. So i can imagine it involving books and being questioned about them, playing instruments, stopping fights, repairing art/sculptures, antique weapons, fabrics, by finding the repairing equipment. All while a lot of this talks about prejormag life.

11.

As for their image and reputation they mostly match it a lot. Sun is a very energetic, friendly, bright kodan who is just happy to have a second chance at life. Despite being considered dumb in many thing he is brilliant at military planning. As bad at cooking as his reputation says

Moon is as stoic, serious, and formal as one can get. She takes her job seriously and it is her life. But what most dont see is behind closed doors with her lovers where she sheds that seriousness- or atleast shes more freaky than most think she is since she seems to have a stick up her ass. She used to even switch with her brother when be didn’t feel like doing certain things as kids so she was very mischievous untill her father, Jaded Sky disappeared. Then she had to quickly put that away and be fully serious.

14.

For sun its that he chose to go on jormags side but can you really say its chosen when your starved, sleep deprived, and tortured by svanir for weeks? Another misconception that he himself is trying to untangle is that he wasnt loved by his father

A misconception with moon is that she is weak and doesnt know how to fight but her father had noticed that she seemed to have too much elemental magic while her brother had almost none. She was trained personally by the claw of koda at the time and none of her elemental magic, other than making fires for cooking, is defensive. Its meant to kill as she wields two swords, her moves dance like.

Taught where to push the lightning into a body to stop the heart, sudden combustion, blood elementalism, filling ones lungs with sand, finding a small crack with water in a icebrood and causing them to shatter from the inside out. whatever it is it kills. She was trained to protect the voice of koda and that means killing any icebrood or svanir who dares try- that is if they happened to get to the voice while she is around.

But no one but her husband, whose own magic is all defensive and healing, has seen her fight. And thats only because it was training.

[someonechaotic]

I got no images but loads of sims drama

as I am still unable to access the online world upon my computer, I’m stuck with no images once again. However, this save is chaotic enough that if I didn’t talk about it I’d regret it,

so introducing My Saved Game 40, with the household Big Oh No, I need to introduce al the sims but that will be under the cut to prevent me from accidently bombarding your poor page

Alright, so I started with 7 sims (this is important trust me) my sims being:

Zaidan, also nicknamed hot werewolf dilf for reasons that would be obvious if I had a picture but for now you gotta trust me on this, always punching punchbags or working out or bullying monochrome motherfucker Ron

Dumbass, I introduced him already in my first blog along with photos, he’s human, he’s stupid and he’s back for more

Vito, comedic genius with a love for food, would actually probably try to marry ice cream, human (was) and yea

Angel, literally does fuck all in this save except get extremely jacked and I mean JACKED his piss would probably break the moon in half

you know where I got that from

Ron, Vampire that also does nothing except be bullied, a few things I’ll tell later and play the violin, and go literally insane over hip hop music what is this guys problem

magdaleno, also does nothing, alien, yeah

And Ainsley, yeah you can tell which two sims I focused on this save huh… Vampire rockstar yeah

My save starts of pretty normal, Clemente frost asking my sim if he wants to go to Batuu, zaidan and Ron arguing as dumbass is in the background playing video games, nothing much really happens within the first few days other than dumbass getting a job and me adding a pool,

it’s only until a sim week? Is when all the sudden, magdaleno decides he’s a mermaid just like Angel and tries to sleep in the fucking pool.

let’s just say he definitely didn’t wake up from that sleep. But I don’t know if his death cursed my household or not, because all the sudden my sims started dropping like flies,

after I had gotten Magdaleno’s ghost into my household I saved my game, a couple of uneventful minutes go by, or what I thought were uneventful minutes, because I realise that some time between now and retrieving magdaleno I’m back down to six sims

I check my sims, Zaidan… Dumbass… Magdaleno… Ains… Vito???? WHERES VITO?

So I start panicking and searching through the house like it’s home alone

Eventually I go into vitos room and find a fucking urn, no death scene, no camera movement, he just died without a warning from laughter

after that panic is over, I start panicking again, because now my stupid fucking vampire Ainsley has drank from dumbass and is now running across the sunny streets possessed

so now they’re dead too I’m screaming grabbing vito and getting him to plead for Ainsley but it’s too fucking late and the grim jeeper already has their soul in hand probably sick of seeing my household

anyway, 3 ghosts in household later and it’s werewolf time, during all this, dumbass has been befriending the werewolf in the household, me and my friend then decided that werewolf dumbass is just what this world needs, one cursed bite later and dumbass nearly starving to death and now we have two werewolves feraly roaming the household

Now, this is where I find my new found love for werewolves, I always doubted werewolves in this game cause idk I didn’t like how they looked, but finally playing them, I really enjoy them, gotta play a wolf who does nothing but terrorise sims still….

anyway, also found out werewolves and possession dont mix….

for some reason, what I thought would be a goofy mess also turned ot wholesome, because my Veteran werewolf Zaidan ended up mentoring Dumbass through it in a way, and in no time Dumbass was already a uh WHATS the fucking rank called the one before veteran I forgot but he went up in the ranks pretty darn fast

and then my other dumbass vampire sim drank from him, became pissed, then became possessed and then also proceeded to die in the same way my other vampire did

I swear these fucking vampires don’t Leeann a Fucking lesson

a couple of sims days go by pretty uneventfully, dumbass becomes more celebrity I guess, but that’s all, that is until my ghost, Ainsley, gets FUCKING ABDUCTED by aliens

and this is where I say “oh for fucks sake that was for dumbass, you can’t get impregnated by aliens”

little did I know. I guess dumbass’s alien luck is only passed down to werewolves who decide to make him one of them, because next thing I know my hot werewolf dilf Zaidan is up in the sky in a UFO

I didn’t think that much of it when he came back, just thought “oh for fucks sake that one was for dumbass too you bitch”

but when I click on the spaceship with him accidently, I find out too early that he’s FUCKING PREGNANT!?!

so this is where I REALLY panic, it was already tough enough fitting seven sims in the house, let alone a fucking eighth

also I was not fucking prepared for a fucking child on the way, and neither was zaidan

so he gives birth to a boy that I forgot his name but quickly became obsessed with zaidan and his child because I noticed that zaidan would only sleep on the floor next to his child’s crib and I have way too many photos of this on my computer because it’s fucking adorable

nothing much really happens after that, my ghosts are afraid of ghosts, zaidan raises a surprisingly great child, dumbass continues to be a pain in the ass with his werewolf temptrements can’t fucking spell the word but SERIOUSLY THEY GAVE MY TECHIE SIM WHO WORKS AS A TECH GURU FUCKING EASILY EXCITABLE, GRUMPY WOLF AND I FORGOT THE OTHER ONE BUT HE CANT BE INSIDE FOR LONG TIMES I swear I’m gonna put his fucking computer outside

if you don’t know easily excitable is when the werewolf gains fury by being playful, watching TV and, get this, playing video games

this has ruined my geek tech guru techie sim this man’s life literally runs on video games come on

grumpy wolf is where they need to sleep more times else they also gain fury which also happens right when dumbass needs to go outside so good job I got him Wolf Nap while I did

and I think his last one he got given was Prideful which wasn’t too bad I don’t think but these are a pain in the ass already

[marfsnok]

The cold harsh winds soared and roared as the ground coloured itself in white by the flakes of snow that fell from the dark clouds above. The overall scene of the city was dreary due to the raging snow storm, everyone was forced to stay inside, cuddled comfortably in their homes as they wished for it to end. Months had already went by since the start of it and food was starting to get scarce. Things weren't looking good. People prayed and hoped for someone, anyone, to help them in this crisis.

"Can I play outside?'' A child asked as she clung onto the woman, ''Deji, sweetheart, I'm busy calming down Julian. Why don't you go back to your brothers and sisters and play with them?'' The woman said, saying soothing words and praises to the boy in her arms as she tried to ignore Deji's nagging. ''I'm hungry..'' another child said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, rubbing his eye's as he walked over with his stuffed bunny and a blanket over him. She flinched, shocked by the sudden appearance of the boy, looking down to Julian who she sucessfully managed to calm seconds ago. Luckily for her, he didn't, relief showing on her worn out face, giving Julian a small peck on his forehead. "Jabari?" she called out, a new head appearing soon after, unlike the three who currently were at her side, Jabari was much older than them. He immideatly understood the situation by just a quick glance, grinning as he walked over. He took julian into his arms and managed to convince Deji to let go of their caretaker. ''Jabari, thank you, please take them back to the room.'' "Yeah.'' He said, turning to his siblings and trying to convince them to come with, ''Deji, Orval. Come.'' the teen commanded, but in return the two only complained. "I want to go out.'' ''Can I eat?'' The 14 year old didn't know how to respond at first, patting Orval and then Deji as he then responded with a quick and short response. ''Can't'' the response earned more complaints from the two, whiney 'why's' and the like coming from their mouth. " You have to wait, if you're not babies anymore, you don't complain.'' the two quickly shut after and the woman who watched the scene unfold before her chuckled softly, despite seeing the teen help with the kids many times in the past, she couldn't help but stay to see how he would handle the situation. Seeing him somehow managing to control the two toddlers put her mind at easy a little, slipping away to head for the kitchen.

she felt a sense of unease when she approached, expecting to smell food only for it to be opposite. "Danielle?'' She knocked on the door a few times before entering, ''what should i do? Oh no, no no..'' she approached the other, closing the door behind her and calling her name again.''Danielle?'' "M-Mackenza!'' shocked by her co-workers arrival, she fidgeted, fumbling with her words as she tried think of things to say. Especially after seeing her friends frustrated expression, expecting for the other to yell at her. However, Mackenza didn't yell at her. Much to tired for it and she knew Danielle mustve had her reasons. "Elle, why did you go outside?'' she asked, pointing out/ higlighting some of the oddities within the room. Like her change in clothing or the snow thats on her and the ground. She had trusted Danielle to get started on making dinner, yet the other decided to go outside

''There's not enough.'' Mackenza opened her mouth to speak, but closing it right after. hearing her out more before speaking. ''There's not enough for everyone, I-i-'' ''did you check the warehouse? can't we just lessen everyones portions to make it more even? hell danniele, i dont mind starving if its to-'' "I checked! but this is all we have, we can give them even less Mack but what about tomorrow? the day after? and after? what bout next week?'' there was obvious pain and anguish in her voice when she revealed the situation, the stress getting to her. letting her worries show. mackenza moved past her to look at the ingridients on the counter, her heart sinking even further down.

''Why? why didn't you say so earlier?" ''I dont know.'' Danielle sobbed. Mackenza already knew why, after years of working with one another, she could guess on why. She couldn't, not when the children were there. mackenza knew this wasnt just danielles fault, but both of theirs, if she was in Danielles shoes shed have acted the same way. it was their mistake to not have noticed earlier. "Carmille should've stayed.'' mackenza mumbled as she looked blankly at the few ingrideants in front of her. The two stayed still like that, the only thing that could be heard being Danielles soft sobs. Minutes pass, the one who broke the silence was the one whos face is leaked tears, ''what do we do? Mack? what do we do? what do we tell the children?'' mackenza didnt answer and as much as danielle wanted to repeat herself, she didnt. her sobbing lessening after each few seconds pass.

"We have to go outside.'' Mackenza said, making up her mind. With the fear that help may never come their way, that was the only plausible solution in her mind. "what?'' Danielle was astonished, at this point, she lost all hope. the thought of trying something as dangerous as that never crossed her mind. ''we have to go outside for more food elle.'' Aside the storm outside prolonging itself on for months, it seemed to grow harsher and harsher after each passing day. doing that is suicide. "i'm staying.''' danielle said, ''we cant both go.'' Mackenza nodded, although danielles decision on staying was logical, deep down Danielle just didn't want to die. she cant bring herself to go out and get herself killed. she knew mackenza could get killed herself though she herself cant risk her own life for something that would most likely not work. She cursed at herself as mackenza moved past her to the door, unsure whether to think the other as brave or idiotic for this decision.

when mackenza opened the door, she did not expect for jabari to be there. ''Jabari! how long have you been there?'' "jabari?" danielle peaked from behind her friend to see the teen standing there. giving him a weak smile. His eyes glanced from one caretake to the other, staring at the one in front of him. ''Uhm, yeah i heard.'' mackenza bit the flesh inside her lip hearing that, gripping onto his shoulders, ''don't tell-'' ''I know.'' jabari said curtly, cutting her off. ''i'll come with you.'' mackenzas grip on the other tightened, jabari winched at the pain but he didnt pull or push away. "Jabari. Stay with danielle, okay? you cant go outside. its dangerous.'' he stayed silent, making mackenza worried. though, she let go of him and walked past him. Earlier the better, the children need to eat. Jabari turned around and straightened his posture, putting his hands behind his back. opening his mouth to speak again, the next few sentences making mackenza beyond just upset.

"Moms it's my fault the food ran out so quickly.'' Mackenza stopped, her back still facing him. ''While we ate, I gave some of my food to the others even though you both said we had to eat only our own portions and nothing more. My stomach was grumbling alot, it even started to hurt.'' Jabari spoke of what he did with a straight face, knowing full well that what he will say was wrong and whatever the coinsequences may be, hed take them head on. ''Sorry, I couldn't help it anymore and I started to eat more than I shouldve. i'm sorry.''

Daniella gasped and put her hands in front of her mouth, not from what jabari said, but because of something else. Mackenzas hand came across Jabari's face, the distance between the two closed immidetially. Neither of the mothers were one for violence, but after hearing jabaris confession and herself having reacher her limit or near, she couldnt help it. he shouldve known better, hes old enough to know better. Mackenza looked at her hand and the spot she struck him, feeling regretful by her impulsive action. ''Jabari, im so so sorry I just...''

''You cant do it alone,'' Jabari hadn't expected that, noone did. Though Jabari moved back his eyes and head forward and looked his mother in the eyes. He didnt seem like he would stop. if Danielle isnt going then I am. It's my fault to begin with.'' Mackenza stared her son back in the eyes, there was no hint of fear in them. Despite knowing the dangers, Mackenza gave in to his request.

''Jabari, don't wander off from me okay? and if you plan to, tell me. we cannot seperate.''

Jabari nodded, grinning innocently.

The two prepared themselves, getting into their snow gear and finding bags or other objects around the building they could use. Danielle observed the two as she busied herself with the children, majority were asleep, if not, they looked to be like they could be at any moment. "Mackenza did you do this?'' Danielle asked in a low tone, though Mackenza was able to hear it. ''No? jabari's work.'' ''No its not'' Jabari said, ''Most of them were still awake before i went to the kitchen.''

The three exhanged a couple more words before Mackenza thought it was time to leave, the three standing at the backdoor of the kitchen. ''Well be back.'' ''yeah won't take long.'' jabari chirped in, Danielle laughed wryly, nodding, ''Okay.'' Unable to say more even if she wanted to, she had no hope or confidence to do so.

The door opened and then closed shortly after. the duo began to walk through the thick snow. Mackenza knew the layout of the place she lived in, relying on her memory to guide her to the neareast supermarket. The snow almost reached their knees, if it wasnt windy, it wouldve gone way past that. It's cold, as only a few minutes passed by and the weather started to affect their entire bodies. Though luckily, they were able to reach the building. The doors to the store werent functioning, noone was there to operate it. Mackenza knew that and brought something with her in advance. Reaching for something on her back; a lightly rusted metal pipe. The thing was fairly heavy and when she first found it she was suprised, though she pinpointed it to Jabari's hobby of tinkering with old vehicles hence why it was even within the orphanage home to begin with.

Mackenza and Jabari walked to the side of the store, where they knew all the bicycles were placed. The area having a small roofing where the two shielded themselves from the snow and wind, Jabari pushed his goggles up. Wiping some of the snow off his body, he called out to Mackenza who walked further into the area, though his words werent able to reach her. Mackenza positioned herself at the window, getting into a swinging position and eventually swung. ''That went smoothly.'' Mackenza mumbled, the breaking of the glass only took her two tries, though she had to enlarge the opening so that a person could actually fit through. Using the cracks from her swings to her advantage, mackenza used her thickly gloves hands to punch the glass or pick away at it and at the bottom she used her feet to kick.

After she secured the entrance, the two head in and began to take as much as they could. Stuffing trashbacks full of food and jabari even went as far as strapping crates to his back. ''Jabari, you wont be able to take that all with you," she sighed, "its to heavy." Jabari shook his head.

"I'll be fine," he said looking back. his hand moving his goggles down. "it's not that heavy."

Mackenza could practically sense the others grin after he said that, chuckling. "Youre right." Mackenza knew the boy lied by the way he struggled to walk, though she didnt force him to drop some of what he carried. In fact, she joined him in on this. Filling her load more than what she originally thought was enough and as she complained to him on how he wouldn't be able to handle it, Jabari voiced that same complaint with her. "You can't carry all that!"

Mackenza laughed, "What? It's not that heavy, right?" She says, repeating his words to him/ using his words against him. It made the teen stunned and he didnt say anything back. The two go through the opening, both standing outside and it seemed like Mackenza would take the lead again in walking to their destination. Though, before the two began to move, Mackenza had one more thing to say.

"Jabari, and im being completely serious with this, if it starts to get hard, just leave some of that behind." The boy was able to eha Jabari seemed hesitant to agree, he however did after a few seconds of thinking, nodding. "Good, I know you wanted to do this, but dont overdo it."

With Mackenza leading the way once again, the two start to move back to the orphanage. This time, the speed they were going at was much slower due to their extra load, though they still made progress. Mackenza couldn't help but keep looking back to see whether or not jabari was still behind her, Jabari of course noticed this, giving her a thumbs up and she swore she coul feel him grinning when he did. This did however put her mind more at ease, as the time between each glance began to grow longer and in one of the glances, she found jabari gone from behind her. She began to panick, feeling dreadful.

Mackenza began to scan around her, eventually finding a silihoute ways off which she assumed to be him. "Jabari!" she yelled as loud as she could, beginning to move over to where the figure is. Once closer, she could see that it was indeed him, yet seeing as he is down to his knees made her thoughts go rampant. She yelled out towards him again, then again as she drew closer and closer. The splotch of a bright red near him did not ease her worries whatsoever, but once she stood close enough, she could make out the red to be apart of another person. Their hair. This person seemed to be a child, a toddler. She felt more calm now, realizing nothing had happened to the teen. However, now that she knew why he stopped all of a sudden, she could also guess what he intents to do. She admired his courage on wanting to save and she imagines if she was the one who found the child, she would do the same.

That is, if they were actually alive.

To her, the child seemed to be deceased. Their body is awfully thin, their skeletal structure showing through their skin easily, almost hollow eyes and their skin sickly pale matching the snow around them, though discoloured in some parts showing bruised. The childs pale skin contrasted Jabaris dark hand which he wrapped around the childs wrist, thumb on its nerve to check their heartbeat. If not for their bright hair colour, noone would have ever found them.

"Jabari! " She called out, repeating his name a few more times since she wasnt sure whether he could hear her or not. "Jabari! Jabari, leave the-" "Im taking her with me!" "-m here!" The two both shouted, though both didnt seem to hear each other, both repeating themselves until Jabari eventually stood up from the ground with the small figure in his arm, partly stuffing them under his jacket hoping this would somewhat warm them up. "what are you doing! Youre being ridicilous!" jabari didn't respond, waiting for Mackenza to continue leading. Mackenza however didnt, continueing to shout, "Theyre dead!" It took possibly minutes till Mackenze realized jabari didn't seem to falter, groaning out of frustration as she began to move again. jabari following right behind her, barely keeping up as the cold and weight started to effect him greatly.

Their walk took longer than expected, most likely due to their little stop in between. "Danielle! Danielle!" Mackenza shouted, banging her fists against the metalic door, "Jabari stay here, Im going around to the front." she said, signaling for him to do so. Jabari nodded, watching Mackenza walk away as he slumped to the ground with his back against the wall. The freezing could surrounding his body made him numb, he couldnt even tell his body is shivering and his teeth were clattering until he looked at his hand. He felt weak and so did the small child he held onto. "Vermillion," he muttered softly, that being the colour of the childs hair. A red, almost crimson colour, vermillion, "if you dont have a name, ill call you that." he could feel his eyes beginning to grow heavier and heavier, body growing weaker, hugging the small frame closer to him as he eventually fell unconscious.

[After thoughts? Notes?] A chapter of a story i want to write, could be the first or could just be one of them. i shouldve written in alot more details or fixed some grammar up in some places. Like how Jabari and Mack stayed within the store a little more to warm up, but hey, just a rought draft, so ill add it once i ever make a more finished version of this. I really love jabari and how i wrote him here, despite the rougness of this story. I love charachters with a cheerful attitude or view on life so of course i love this little guy as well.

[exhokai]

heyy if u write for the group iluna from nijisanji en, may i request an dom!aster x gn!reader where the reader is touch starved but aster is streaming so they ends up wearing smth (u can decide) and barges into asters streaming room and sits on his lap and tries to distract him while hes playing some sort of fps game or league and it makes him stop focusing?

AHAHAHA ASTER ARCADIA HEHEHEH

didnt have a photo sorry bookie

this was more of a switchy aster sorry

switch!aster (sub to top), slight grinding, facefucking, deepthroat, nearly getting caught, cum swallowing, enna breaking the 4th walk

a/n: it took me SO so long to work on this im SO sorry

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oh aster dearest aster. aster was playing his silly little games (i didnt know what to put) and actually playing with kyo, enna, and fulgur. well- more like kyo was listening and the others were playing BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT

he was chillin vibing fuckin (hehe fuckin) around when you pop into his room. unnoticed. and wearing his sweater. no pants. just underwear. ya nasty- (gets bonked)

you waddle up to his chair and lay your head on his shoulder. he notices you and gives you a little ‘hello’ expression than whispers ‘im busy’. but you dear reader. dont give a shit. you slide down and get under his arm to than slide onto his lap. hes suprised (FLABBAGASTED) as 1.) you’re wearing his sweater. with only some underwear. thats all 2.) you put your arms around his neck to sit fully on his crotch. moving (purposefully may i add) to get more comfortable. he whispers a hurried “what are you doing?!”

kyo heard it. and so did enna. “yo aster you good?” kyo asked (MY LOVE UHHHGHHHHHVHHGGGG) “o-oh im fine” “are you sure my guy you sound a bit off” goddamnit enna. now your gonna make the narrator haunt you with what aster and the reader are doing-

wait. thats my job hehehe- anyways. fulgur takes notice and says “cmon aster even if theres a cute cat climbing in front of you, we need to win. cmon”

yeah. cat. sure. he looks at you. frustration and anger since he could loose his job. but that doesnt matter that you got food on yo table now does it 🤨. you start moving your hips side to side. slowly. slowly enough so its agonizing for aster. he grips you with one hand. signaling to stop. you dont. you kiss his neck moving down so you slide off his lap. he looks down and gives you a warning look to stop as you pull down his sweats

you pull his dick out of his boxers, fascinated even though you’ve sucked his dick before. you instantly put the head in your mouth as he gasps. you can hear the faint sound of fulgur laughing. “AHAHAHA MY BOY ASTER YOU OKAY?” he starts to speak so you suck on the head hard so it comes more as a strangled “i-im okay!!” hes ashamed as you everyone laughs at him. even chat. “you getting your dick sucked my guy” enna asks. you laugh slightly as you move your head down further on his dick “n-no!! just-“ he cuts himself off as he looks at the chat. sudden anger fills him as one of his hands is taken off of the keyboard and grabs your hair to shove you down his dick. a sound of surprise leaving you

“im fine” he says with sudden composure. he has one hand on the keyboard and one on your head loosing focus yet still playing while you gag so hard on his dick. he moves your head a bit and starts thrusting. quickly and hard as you make gagging noises, surprised at this sudden switch of energy in aster

he gives you a look of “dont move” as he shoves you to the base of his cock. tears well up in your eyes from the suddenness of his thrusting. you grip his thighs so your hands aren’t awkwardly sitting there in your lap. his abuse to your throat is painful yet if feels like your head is reeling from it.

“yo aster what the fuck why are you lacking so much” enna asks. he mutters out a sorry as he lets his hand off your hair and back to the game, letting your head fly around a bit without support.

a few minutes go buy. your throat is sore and his hand is back in your hair. and hes close. he looks down at you, and everyone saw it, his chat starts flying

“HELP IS HE GETTING HIS DICK SUCKED”

“ayo aster why you lookin down like that”

“my guy just looked at his crotch oh nahh 💀”

he panics and makes an excuse “sorry guys i felt something fall. lemme get it” he leans down completely as he pushes his chair back and gets on his hands and knees, still facefucking you. “in close. and you better take it. all”. you oblige. you start crying from the insane speed he has with his hips. god was he always like this? he starts whispering ‘im close im close’ till he presses your face against him. making you take his cum down your throat. he pulls out once hes finished

“dont do that again or it will be worse”

(and enna thinks to herself when she wakes up why she had to open her mouth during that collab. as the haunting image of her coworker fucking someones mouth stays branded because of me lmao)

[mxttellion]

*coughs* whens more paul and pat hcs coming.. *cough*

OH I HAVE. I HAVE A LOT OF THEM it's just that I cannot like. Put them in an actual cohesive post so I'll just. Dump whatever I can think of right now. Welcome to the pilots headcanon dump (everything i remember right now)

Now. Let's see if I manage to rememeber all i wanted to write....

actually, let me divide them between Paul and Pat, yeah

- Patryck

He LOVES birds!! He would totally have a little companion for himself, they're just silly creatures like he is! Like a little cockatiel. Despite his uh. infamous nickname. That everyone gives him (chicken wings), he still loves chickens. I honestly have this little idea that maybe his relatives have a bunch of chickens he loves taking care of. You might find him holding them gently in his arms.

He is a complete mess. His room is just straight up impossible to talk into in somedays, he needs to have everything he needs nearby or else he forgets where he even put it in the first place. He definitely eats and drinks in there too. You might even find a few bottles lying in there. Despite his messy behavior, he takes GREAT care of his appearence. Especially in his clothing and hair. Dont touch his hair. Do NOT even try to do so.

I mentioned how he has notebooks where he notes stuff down for his memory. Well, one of his hobbies is writing! He writes. a lot. About pretty much everything: Thoughts of his, opinions on other people he met, little notes about said people and his friends, about his hyperfixations...and speaking of those, he owns a bunch of binders where he writes all the information he could gather about it. He probably has 2 binders just for aviation alone.

He also likes photography! He usually takes pictures of places he has been during his travels, as he loves travelling a lot. However, he usually travelled alone, so photography and writing were his ways to feel less lonely. He hangs the photos he makes on the walls of his room aswell.

He has had an hyperfixation with planes and dreams of becoming a pilot ever since he was a little kid. However those dreams were shut down pretty quickly by his parents, who prefered if he had any other occupation in his life. Or thoughts the schools were too expensive. That never truly stopped Pat from still dreaming to become one someday, though.

I honestly wanna talk about childhood headcanons I have in a separate post, so let me just say that he was just as chaotic as he is as a kid. He didnt have many friends, though. His college years were definitely the loneliest. He was alone in his apartment, with no roomates, and tried a few flings to feel less lonely. That didn't really work out, and he would usually end his relationships within a few weeks.

...He gets flustered pretty easily.....He's touch starved....Just one compliment and he's out of commission. He just lacked a lot of affection in his early life, I suppose. Even though ..

HE IS SOOO CLINGY. Like. This man jumps on you constantly. He attaches to your back like a baby koala. He strong holds your arm and doesn't intend to leave. He launches onto you when he sees you. He is just an incredibly affectionate guy. Oh, he uh. he stims by. slapping. his friends. a lot. Just slaps them across their face. or poked their cheek. or plays with their hair. yea. Also don't forget that he's soooo patethic. He cries over spilled milk. He drops his lunch and starts sobbing. Also that one saga on my blog is all canon to him. He is that kind of guy.

OOOOH He tends to be such a people pleaser. He needs people to like him. And well, if he thinks you're his friend, he doesnt stop staring at you. Or follow you around. Especially follow you. You might just find him behind you all of a sudden.

I've talked about how chaotic he can be, just let me say that this guy shouldn't be trusted around weapons or explosives. at all. You know. Penis Blast. 20 injured. No one knows how he even owns a switchblade, however he's quite good at close combat. He CAN take you down despite looking like a fuckin stick

I have a few more for Pat, but I feel like they deserve their own separated post aswell because. Paul deserves the spotlight too!!

-Paul

I'm so obsessed with the headcanon that he had like. 40 different jobs before the army or even after it. So of course I yoinked it for my own interpretation. Even though I see him as more of a mechanic kind of guy? Like. He works with motors and shit. He knows how to fix those. Truck Freak (/j) (is he into cars..maybe...mayhaps....thinks hard) Like. I just see him as a manual jobs kind of guy

He is REALLY strong physically, if that wasn't obvious. He could quite literally chuck Pat into space if he wants. He probably did it a few times not gonna lie

I also really like the idea that he has a twin, and that twin is Mike. (the moviemakers guy, you know). Like yes it's obvious but I like it nonetheless. I also think he had a single parent aswell. I can't honestly decide who, but probably a single father. Loving father and all, of course. But maybe still left his house early to like. help his family financially. He still wanted to give an hand in the house, probably out of not wanting to be a weight on his parent's shoulders.

I looked at him once and thought. Oh, you have the worst anger issues known to man (/hj). What do you mean he's screaming? that's his normal voice tone. He isn't angry HE IS INCREDIBLY CALM. If only he wasn't paired with a guy who constantly makes him go nuts over the tiniest thing. and takes actual pleasure in doing that too, just making him scream at all times. He is very quick to just grab someone and shake them profoundly. OH, his dead pan look is the default face he has. I mean, you've seen the uno animatic.

His sleep schedule is a complete disaster. He probably sleeps for like, 3 hours at best. Don't worry, he has tried everything he could to help with this. nothing has worked. no wonder he looks 50 despite being barely 28. Single divorced father looking ass

Yes, He still has his smoking habit. It became less with time, if that is something, honestly. He still smokes two packs a day though, which isnt really much better

He's secretely a softie despite his outside personality. Oh he cares a lot about the people close to him, wanting to protect them and stuff. He'd die if something bad was to happen to any of them. But he has also built 40 different emotional fortresses in order to not let that even slip. If you find out about that, your days are numbered. He really doesn't want to be seen as weak or vulnerable because of his feelings.

Yes, he still is the brawn to Pat's uh. uhh. brains. Nevermind. they both exchange roles honestly, they shouldn't be having ideas together constantly. They're both chaotic together. Maybe he also wants to see the world burn and Patryck will help him with that.

This also was taken from a rp I had with a friend, but I like to imagine that he's a coffee addict. Probably even tea. Then he wonders why he doesn't sleep at night. I mean, at least he stays awake enough to do stuff, the daily grind or something, He doesn't want to waste time or anything....

AAND that's all I have for this post, and like I said, I probably forgot some stuff once again, but because I have sooo many of those that unless i write them down, i'll just forget about it. Yeah that's on me this time around, feel free to ask or something if youre interested- wow that sounded weird JDGLKSDGHS plus this post is long enough.

[sukisdeliveryservice]

hello!! could i kindly request for a student campus crush! wonwoo hehe and you’re best friends and have unrequited feelings but u dont know if he feels the same so over a sleepover u tried confessing and you can continue from there hehe -🐼

let me hear you say | j. ww

✎ pairing: best friend!wonwoo x female reader

✎ genre: collegel!au, friends to lovers!au, mostly fluff

✎ warnings: none!

✎ wc: 2.40 k words

✎ notes: hi 🐼 anon! i got a little carried away with this one because soft, cuddly wonwoo makes my stomach do flips but i hope you like it! i'm not sure how i feel about my portrayal of yn here because i wanted them to be really supportive of wonwoo but kind of having a hard time because of their feelings towards him. i hope i was able to express that without portraying them as kind of eh :/

“Don’t you ever get tired?” You take a quick glance at your best friend as he folds up another piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

“Of what?”

“Of everyone in this school falling head over heels for you,” You say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, proceeding to look back down at your notes. In reality, you were trying to prevent yourself from looking at the cute (albeit, confused) way your best friend was staring at you over your abrupt question.

“Well I can’t say I’m not flattered, but there aren’t really that many people yn,”

A total lie, you think to yourself. Every time you two walked around campus, your best friend attracted the adoring stares of all your classmates like some hotshot celebrity. Yes, he was popular, and yes, he totally deserved it, but if everyone knew how dorky he was, maybe they wouldn’t be so quick to hand him their number after a single conversation.

Another lie, if everyone knew what a nerd Jeon Wonwoo actually was, they’d probably fall for him harder. You would know of course, first hand experience taught you a lot of things.

It taught you how endearing it was when Wonwoo wore oversized clothing, so that he could pull the sleeves over his palms when sipping on a hot drink at the local campus cafe. It made you realize his habit of pushing his glasses up his nose, because he was too stubborn to get the bridge adjusted. It made your insides melt whenever he was nervous because he had a habit of fiddling with his fingers. You were certain that if anyone was completely head over heels and absolutely smitten by him, it was definitely you.

“Not many people my ass,” you scoffed, “you spoke to her once, just once! And now you are holding her number.” Wonwoo laughs at your poor attempt at hiding your annoyance, “For your information, we were talking about a group project, and exchanging contact information. Nothing more, and nothing less.”

You gave a little huff before going back to pretend-studying, you definitely couldn’t focus when he was sitting right across from you. You knew you were more prone to jumping to conclusions nowadays, and you hoped that Wonwoo didn’t notice your shift in behaviour. In reality, you couldn’t help but feel a little pang of worry whenever your best friend was asked out on another date. And while he rejected the offer every time, you worried that one day he might say yes and you could lose him forever.

Not that you were against Wonwoo falling in love someday. If he found a good person that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, you would support him in a heartbeat. It was just the selfish feeling that blossomed in your chest that prevented you from feeling any true happiness for these kinds of situations, and you hated it.

You knew that he would never abandon you completely, because Wonwoo was the best friend you could ever ask for. But you also knew that it would kill you inside to see him sweep someone else off their feet.

You’ve known Wonwoo since high school, and you definitely harboured a puppy crush on him all of first year. This was back when he was still trading pokemon cards in the gym stairwell and poking at you to buy him something from the milk vending machine. The crush went away eventually and you found yourself enjoying the rest of your high school career with your closest confidant by your side.

Once you both entered university, Wonwoo had a sudden growth spurt that now put him a total head taller than you. He no longer lurked at the stairwells during lunch and instead made lots of new friends that he went out for coffee with. He started dressing nicer, and once he exchanged his old glasses for a pair of round silver ones that rested on his nose so perfectly, he instantly transformed into someone straight out of a kdrama.

Now, you have caught feelings again. And you’re scared to admit that this time a puppy crush doesn’t even encapsulate everything you’ve been feeling lately. Of course Wonwoo’s sudden change in appearance didn’t spark anything new in your feelings towards him. It was the fact that he had a new air around him that was just completely different.

Wonwoo in high school was shy, and you loved him for who he was. You two had your own small circle of friends and you would spend all your time reading or playing games in his bedroom. Wonwoo in college however, was breaking out of his shell and being the first to approach people and make new friends. He was still introverted of course, shyness and introvertedness were two different things after all. But you were proud to see Wonwoo take the initiative to make plans more often and reach out.

Wonwoo has also gotten a lot more comfortable around you. He’s grown fond of resting his head on your shoulder after a long day of classes, and wrapping you in his sweaters whenever you came by his flat. In conclusion, everything about university student Wonwoo, was driving you, (and probably the entire campus) crazy.

“Hello? yn? Don’t you have a class soon?”

You swat away the hand that was waving in front of your face to meet the eyes of the cause of all your heart troubles. One smile from Wonwoo and you were in shambles. You had it really, really bad. “Right, right, sorry I was just...distracted.”

“We’re still on for tonight right? You can just head straight to my dorm after your last class.”

“Of course Won, did you really think I was going to miss out on another rewatch of Extraordinary You?”

“Of course not,” Wonwoo chuckled. You were met with another one of those soft gazes from him, and you immediately tried to break your stare. Something in your heart tells you that you should just confess right now, and that Wonwoo was a sensible individual who wouldn’t let go of your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Hey Won, can I tell you something after class later?”

“Of course.” There was that smile again. If you weren’t so busy trying to slow your heart rate down, you would have caught the way his eyes brightened at hearing your question, and the way he looked down to twindle with his fingers.

You give Wonwoo your own smile before heading off to your last detour of the day.

Sleepovers with Wonwoo always consisted of a mountain of blankets, a never ending pile of snacks and a show to watch before eventually both of you fell asleep. When you arrived at his flat just as he was adding the finishing touches to a home cooked dinner, you realized that sleepovers with Wonwoo also consisted of another thing: Your tragic inability to keep your heart rate down.

“Dinner will be ready in a bit, you can just wash up and get changed for now,” Wonwoo turns to greet you before adding some pepper to the tteokbokki.

You nod and head over to his bathroom, where you already find your change of clothes resting on the counter. Any outsider would have been under the impression that you and Wonwoo lived together, considering that pieces of you were scattered all over his apartment. From the matching toothbrushes that were kept by the sink, to the drawer reserved only for your clothes in his bedroom.

The only reason that you and Wonwoo didn’t room together upon entering university, was the fact that your parents were wary of you rooming with a boy you weren’t even dating. Not that it mattered now, considering that you at least spent two nights at his place away from your own dorm.

After you showered and changed into your pajamas, you realized that Wonwoo had given you one of his sweaters to wear, instead of the usual shirts you slept in. Usually you would have raided his bedroom after dinner to steal one (you slept much better when you wore his clothing) but this time it appeared that he had taken the initiative for you.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw that Wonwoo was already sitting at the dining table and was on his phone. It looked like he was texting someone, and you felt your heart sink a little when he laughed at a message. No, you are not going to be jealous. You are going to be happy for your friend because he deserves all the happiness in the world.

“Is that the girl from your group project?” You sat down across from him and started piling the tteokbokki and rice onto your plate. “Yeah, she said that the professor just sent out a mass email to our class, saying that we were going to be given an extension. Turns out that email was meant for another course, but everyone is already celebrating the new deadline.”

Wonwoo shuts off his phone and turns to you, “Was there something you wanted to tell me today?”

Right. You were going to confess your feelings. It was now or never, and you weren’t sure if you could hold it in much longer. “I can just tell you after dinner, I’m starving.”

Tragic. Tragic. Tragic. Why couldn’t you just say the words, “Hey Won, I have feelings for you, do you feel the same way?” Must you be in a spiraling paradox of questioning the presence of unrequited love in the relationship you had with your best friend? Yes, most definitely yes. Since the world likes to make everything difficult for those in love.

Dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence for the most part. You liked that you never felt the need to fill the air with more conversation whenever you were with Wonwoo. There were days where you would just sit in each other’s presence and do your own thing, and those days left you with lots of time to ponder on your feelings for him. Tonight was the night that you were going to say these feelings aloud for the first time...you just needed a bit more time to procrastinate.

After you both finished your food, you relocated yourselves to the couch. You fidgeted with the end of your (his) sweater while Wonwoo searched for the show on Netflix. You figured that you would let him know in the morning, since there was a chance that you two would fall asleep before the episode ended. And you didn’t want to confess beforehand either, in fear of having to endure a brutal one hour of awkward tension if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Who would have thought that out of all the days the wifi could have chosen to bail on us, they chose the day where we were going to find out whether Haru belonged to Dan-oh’s story or not,” Wonwoo fiddles with the remote some more, while you panic in silence at the thought of spending the night with no distractions from your feelings.

“It’s not like we don’t already know how it ends,” You take deep quiet breaths to calm yourself down, you can definitely make it through the night, “We can just do other things.”

“What do you have in mind?”

You couldn’t answer him right away. The only thing you had on your mind was the fact that Wonwoo’s hand was now resting on your knee and that it was baffling how good he could look in pajamas. Wonwoo, sensing your inability to form words nervously glanced up at you before moving the conversation in a different direction, “Look, I know you had something to tell me today yn, but I realized that I wanted to share something with you too. I am in love-”

“I am in love with you Jeon Wonwoo!”

There. You blurted out a long-awaited confession before the anticipation consumed you whole. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands in fear of seeing the look on Wonwoo’s face.

“Let me hear you say it again.”

“What?” You turn to Wonwoo, who no longer looked nervous. Instead, he wore the biggest shit-eating grin on his face that made you want to both kiss and strangle him. “Say it again.”

“Not when you look like you just won the lottery you nerd, you didn’t even say-”

“I am in love with you too yn.”

Well, you were never one to complain about the fact that your feelings were returned. But the way Wonwoo was cooing at your adorable expression of shock only made you want to shove him off the couch.

Which you proceeded to do.

“Hey! Aren’t you happy that I like you too?”

“Of course I’m happy! You didn’t have to try to beat me to my confession though, tonight was going to be my night!”

“You didn’t seem like you were going to say anything for the rest of the evening! You were going to wait until the next day weren’t you?”

Absolutely yes. “No!”

Any remaining tension in the atmosphere washed away as you and Wonwoo made fun of each other on the living room floor. You were beyond relieved and a little giddy that your best friend in the whole wide world saw you in the way that you saw him.

“But on a more serious note Won, were you also going to confess tonight too?”

“Actually no, but once you came out of the washroom wearing my sweater, I just had to say it before I tackled you with cuddles or something.”

“You gave me your sweater instead of my clothes to wear!”

“I know!” Wonwoo was holding your hand now and rubbing circles into your palm. The idea of cuddling the entire night didn’t sound so bad. “But you looked all nervous and shy and I was hoping that you were going to be the one to say something first.”

“Can we just agree that we confessed at the same time?” As the adrenaline from the confession began to slip away you suddenly became very tired, and you were hoping to just spend the night in the arms of your favourite person.

“Deal. So can we cuddle now?”

[akaashioppa]

Promise Me?

pairings: baji keisuke x reader

summary: Baji promised you that you would have a great night. You, him, and Toman. He was out to have a good time too until the drugs came into play.

warnings: baji using drugs, curse words, angst, mentions of blood and teeth pulling. DONT DO DRUGS!

w/c: 1.6

a/n: Baji is a sweetheart and i know he’ll never do anything like this ☺️

A boy’s night was meant for the boys and only for the boys. The roaring sounds of the motorcycles, the blasting of the music did not go well with the anxiety that was soaring throughout your body. Baji being the crazy person he was, decided to bring you out to the club where all of the members of Toman would be.

You were standing near the game room with Baji’s hands firmly gripped around your waist. The sharp canines in his mouth were pressed against your delicate skin. The feeling of him kissing your neck all the way up to your ear was making you weak. 

“Hey, I’ll be over there with the boys. You stay here with Emma.” He muttered into your neck, His husky breath invaded your personal bubble. The scene was making you intoxicated with him and you didn’t care. All of the worries about coming here tonight with the gang completely washed away once you saw that smile. He was actually happy and not grumpy for once. Usually, he was a pain in your ass with his sudden outbursts of rage or the way he’ll set something on fire just because he wants to. 

“Okay baby.” You tried so hard not to stutter but Baji’s hand would accidentally slip into your inner thigh. The haze you were caught in finally came to a halt when his warm aurora left you. He stood by your side with his arms draped lazily around your shoulders. 

“Yo, Emma, Watch my girl will ya?”

“It’s okay, I can watch myself, babe. Let her enjoy herself on the dance floor...Go with the boys.” You pushed him gently in the direction of the boys. That particular grin on his face caused your heart to skip a beat. It was the same grin he gave you when he first told you that he was in love with you. He also showed that grin when he was ready to rip someone’s head off of their shoulders but you didn’t mind. It was hot either way he showed it. 

“Okay...I got you...remember that.” 

“I trust you.” He walked off into the distance towards the bathrooms where two other men stood. It was quite odd of a scene since the other boys were in the arcade playing pool and cards. He was the only one in the dark part of the room...No, he would never do anything that could make you uncomfortable. He promised since the first day you guys met that he would never lay a hand on you or show you the demons within him. Baji always wanted to protect you from any danger that awaited and tonight was no different. He made sure that there was a member in every corner of the club so nothing would happen to you.

Emma’s cheerful scream broke you out of your thoughts, “Come on (Y/N) let’s go grab some food from the food bar I’m starving.”

“I could go for some sushi.” 

You walked off from your spot with Emma’s hand in yours. There was a creepy feeling in the air, it’s been there since Baji left your side. He wasn’t with the boys which caused you to feel tense. Another reason was that he was still back there with those boys who now had something shoved up their noses. It looked as if they had tiny shovels in their noses.

‘There’s no way’

“Hey, Emma, Do yo-” 

The sopping feeling of dressing on your clothes helps you come to a rest. You looked down to see that there was a big stain on your shirt. The person who did it stood in front of you with a look of fear.

“I’m so sorry, let me help you!” The man in front of you launched into action, he fearfully began to wipe your shirt down with the paper towel in his hand. The crowd around you only grew from curiosity. You tried to speak, you tried to get him to stop but the words that were processing in your head wouldn’t allow you to speak them.

Emma grabbed you from the scene. She caught the signal that you were giving out. It wasn’t hard to miss since you stood there in complete shock. “We might need some water. Here there’s a family restroom. maybe we can use the water there.”

“Don’t I know you from somewhere? I think we went to the same middle school.” The man asked, you took a long look at him before you realized where you had seen him from.

“Yeah...Aren’t you Haruto?”

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m still as clumsy as ever.”

“It was a complete accident. You don’t have to worry, I'm sure Emma has a spare top in her bag.” You waved him off, he seemed much calmer now that you were almost clean.

Bang

The bathroom door was kicked in. Baji stormed through the door with two unfamiliar guys with him. He completely ignores you so he can grab Haruto by his collar forcing his head into the mirror behind him. “So you’re the culprit huh? What the fuck is your deal?”

“Baji! Put him down, it was an accident.”

“An accident huh? Look at you, you’re covered in shit.”

Baji threw Haruto across the room. He scanned the room until he found the perfect weapon, pliers. He snatched the tool from under the sink making sink water spray out everywhere. You watched in horror, the laughter from the other guys encouraging him to continue his menacing antics, it did not make the situation any better.  

“Can you please stop? You’re creeping me out.” Your voice was barely a whisper but it came out the stern. He seemed to have heard you cry out for him. His whole demeanor changed...he has more of a sinister feel to him.

“Why do you want me to stop? He needs to be taught a lesson. If not, then he will think that he can do it again.” He stood over Haruto with the pliers in his hand. He gave him a few kicks in the ribs just to toy with him. Emma tried to drag you out of the restroom but you stayed to face him.

He wiped his nose for the third time since he’s been here. This time a drop of blood followed behind it. You have been counting, ever since he left your side to be with those boys you have been observant of him. His sloppy posture, dilated eyes, his erratic behavior, and now he was having more mood swings than normal.

You tried to force the pressure that was forming in your throat away. You had to be strong, there were too many people out there that wanted to test you because they thought you were too weak to be Baji Keisuke’s girlfriend. So you put some bass in your voice and took a step forward. 

“Are you fucking high right now!?”

He smirked, “What does it look like, baby?”

“You son of a bitch” You scoffed, you marched your way over to him giving him a firm slap across his face. A gasp could be heard from the background. You and he both knew that all of Toman was here to see what was going on. 

“You promised me that you wouldn’t go to the extreme when it came to drugs! Look at you! You look like a fucking junkie, your fucking nose is bleeding and you don’t even care.”

He said nothing.

You reached down to grab the pliers only to be stopped by him. His strong grip from his hand wrapped around your wrist. “Get the fuck away from me”, he snarls.

You stare up at him and say nothing. The disbelief of him grabbing you and saying you engulfed your entire state of mind. He promised. You could only look into his dark orbs to see if he was actually being serious. It was no use, that demon he told you about was consuming him for the worst.

“You promised me that you would protect me tonight and yet you’re doing the most harm.” You placed a hand on his chest to feel his erratic heart beat. You knew what the white substance could lead to. His could actually burst if he got too excited.

He snatched your hand away from his chest,“I am protecting you! If only you’ll allow me to do my fucking job!”

Your hand was ripped away from Baji’s. It wasn’t him nor you.

Mitsuya pulled you into an embrace back from Baji. “The fuck is your problem Baji! Don’t you ever yell at a female like that! What the fuck!? Is this how you treat the woman you claim to love!?”

“What? You’d really think I’d hit a woman? I’m not your dad Mitsuya.” He stuck up his middle finger towards him with that annoying smirk on his face. “I’ll fucking kill you. Give me my girl.”

“I’m taking her home.”

You stood behind Mitsuya far away from Baji. You could see how badly he wanted to ruin Haruto. The blood lust in his eyes couldn’t fool anyone.

“Fine then. If that’s what she wants, take her home.”

“Don’t hurt him Baji. He didn’t do anything. Can you please just listen to me for once?” You were so emotionally drained from the situation that your words came out in a mumble. You knew what he was about to do. Your pleas would never get him to stop once his mind was already made up. 

He chuckled, turning his back towards you. The walked over Haruto again screamed that he would murder someone who got in his way. You sat there with a blank expression watching your boyfriend shove the pliers into Haruto’s mouth. No one dared to stop him, some watched out of pure enjoyment. 

 Mitsuya pulled you out of the bathroom before you could see your boyfriend in that state but you could hear his disturbing laugh and Haruto’s pleas for forgiveness.

“He’s too high to comprehend what’s going on right now. You’ll have to talk to him tomorrow.”

“But he promised me…”

[smutsonian]

Dark!bucky X pregnant reader with someone else’s baby

dark!bucky x pregnant reader with someone else’s baby

warnings: darkish, smut, obsession, possessiveness, some violence, stalker!bucky, manipulation, asshole ex, i dont do crack but i was on crack when i wrote this but i dont do crack, not prrofread 

word count: 1.4k 

an: so i have no idea how to make a headcanon so this is an attempt pls go easy on me im a lil bitch

masterlist

- Dark bucky with a pregnant reader having a baby that’s not his will probably be an obsessed dark bonky barnacle

- Like fresh out of hydra bucky who’s so lost but then he sees you, a pregnant woman all alone, carrying bags of groceries.

- He’d be so mesmerized by your glow that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from walking towards you and helping you.

- It’s like he’s never seen something so pure but then there you are, walking around with this light surrounding you. Like a goddess in Bucky’s eyes.

- He would be a terrific actor because you wouldn’t even notice his accent and how does this guy able to speak a lot of words just like that? He’s suddenly a friendly dude. Far from the assassin described all over the news.

- He won’t ask about the lack of a partner by your side but he can easily manipulate the conversation to that topic. 

- “How come a lady like yourself is all on your own?”

- And just like that, you tell him your life story. Maybe it’s because of the hormones that you just wanted to rant about your horrible partner that left you the minute you told him the news or maybe it’s because you felt so safe with this hot stranger… A big mistake on your side, to be honest. Or is it?

- Bucky would listen to every word you’d say while he memorizes every single detail about you. The way your lips move when you talk, the way you would lick your lips when you’ve been talking nonstop. How you smell; he’ll inch closer to you just to get a whiff and he’ll be so intoxicated.

- He’ll be walking you back to your home and that will be the start of something…

- Bucky would be watching your every move. He’d call it watching over you but dark bonky is bonkers.

 - And he’ll see you interacting with children at the cafe, at the bakery, anywhere and his heart will melt at how you’re so good with children.

 - Then he’ll see how your stomach will grow bigger as the child inside grows and this guy’s protectiveness will grow as well…

 - Obsessed and protective bucky is a lot to take in

 - BUT obsessed, protective, jealous, AND horny bucky will be the death of all vaginas.

 - He’d watch as your asshole ex-boyfriend comes back, trying to win you back and bucky would just wait for how you’ll react while his whole body heats up with anger, hungry for murder. Preferably your ex-boyfriend.

 - But then bucky would be all giddy and would wear a grin all the time when he sees you reject the asshole, telling him that you’ve fallen for someone else.

 - That grin would soon fall when this asshole of an ex of yours calls you names such as a slut, whore, and whatnot.

 - That grin comes back when bucky finally deals with that ex-boyfriend.

 - Would you look at that? Bucky answers your call the next day, crying your heart out because your asshole ex came back which hurt your feelings and a very hormonal pregnant woman can’t just go through all that.

 - Bucky is there to the rescue because he’s at your door in a blink with a lot of comfort food.

 - Your heart melts at that and you’d fall for him deeper every moment he’s with you.

 - How can a guy be so perfect?

 - You’d secretly wish he’s the father of your unborn child.

 - That wish wouldn’t be much of a dream because bucky would confess his love to you and dadadada would you look at that! You’d fall even MORE because of how he kissed your bump, promising you and the baby that he’ll take good care of you.

 - Could you be more in love? This man would always talk to your bump and will always be at your service.

 - You whine from back pain? This guy will give you the best massage ever.

 - Cravings? No problem because this guy will fill your pantry until the whole grocery is moved into your home. The home that became bucky’s as well.

 - Of course, due to pregnancy hormones, you’d be hungry for some action and you best believe that bucky will not let his girl wait.

 - He’d give you everything.

 - He’d see you whining, noticing how you’ve been grumpy the whole day and he’ll act oblivious but he exactly knows what’s happening. He can practically smell your fluids, duh.

 - “What’s wrong, doll?” His voice would be extra sultry and you would just blame it on your hormones but this mf is doing it on purpose.

 - You’d try to play it cool but this man will do everything that’ll make you so very hot and bothered.

 - “How about a massage?” He’ll over, already running his hands over your stiff shoulders and earning a moan from you.

 - He only smirks as he plays your body like a fiddle.

 - Then all of a sudden, you’re naked.

 -  He’d cloth you with oil, claiming that it’ll feel good and lord have mercy it does feel good.

 -  He’d start from your back, going lower and lower until his focus is on your ass. 

 -  Bucky’s pants will get tighter as the smell of your arousal invades his senses and how about that? Now bucky is naked as well.

 -  He spreads your cheeks before inhaling your scent more.

 -  He’d admire the sounds you’re making as he devours that pussae.

 -  Cumming once will not be enough because he wouldn’t stop until you’re begging for his cock.

 -  “PLEASE BUCKY! I need it!” You’d scream out but that’s not enough for this fucker.

 - “Tell me what you want, baby…” He’ll be sucking on your neck, continuously pulling moans from you.

 - “I need your cock in my pussy…” You finally whisper, breathing heavily and squealing in ecstasy as his cock finally enters your begging cunt.

 - “AAHH fuck!” Bucky would be having visions inside his head as soon as he gets that magical pussy skkskksks because he’s never felt this way before.

 - He’d be rutting into you like a starved caveman and you’d be rutting your ass back against him, just as hungry as he is.

 -  You just feel so good around his cock. Your walls are so snug and so wet, bucky would fucking die for that pussae.

 - After a few minutes, or maybe hours idk y’all are a different type of horny… 

 - You’ve cum a lot of times and bucky has spilled his seed inside you over and over…

 - You’d be cuddling and this man is wrapped around you like a fuckin’ koala.

 - He won’t let you get away unless you’re in an uncomfortable position. He’d let you adjust but then he’ll be back to cradling you.

 - He’s palm would be stroking your belly.

 - “I can’t wait for our baby to come,” he’ll whisper in your ear and you know you’ve already fallen in love with this man but fuck it. You’re deeper in it so gluck.

 - You’d let him kiss your face and you’d tell him how thankful you are that you’ve met him.

 - Then he’s like ‘no IM thankful for YOU’ kind of shit.

 - “You know… After giving birth…” You’ll trail off, making bucky wait in anticipation but he already knows what’s coming.

 - “I would want to have your baby…” You’ll say shyly but bucky’s having none of that. He’ll be peppering kisses all over your face, almost crying in joy at the words you just said.

 - “I fucking love you. I love you more than you’ll ever know.” He’ll stare at you and you’ll stare right back at him.

 - “Marry me.” He’ll say suddenly.

 - Bucky almost feels guilty when you start to cry but you assure him that those were tears of joy and you’d just keep nodding your head.

 - “Yes, I’ll marry you!” You’d share a kiss before going back to cuddling.

 - Bucky would be watching you as you doze off and he’ll be admiring you as you start to fall asleep.

 - “I love you,” he’ll say before he lets his cheeks fall on the top of your head.

 - “I love you too, bucky,”bucky’s heart melts at your sleepy voice as he sleeps peacefully which he was only able to do when he’s with you.

 - Bucky would be proud of himself for being able to orchestrate everything and he’s not even guilty about it because, in the end, he was able to have you.

 - And soon enough, you’ll be having a big family with him. He’ll make sure of that.

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an: i think i fucked up at some point lol sorry

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