#trying to decorate completely out of my comfort zone

[ihatefrvits]

aced it

tutor!jisung x reader

genre: smut (minors dni 18+), college au, fingering, reader is bad at math but not that dumb, jisung is a bit manipulative.

wc: 2.1k

synopsis: since your finals were coming up, you desperately needed a tutor. so doing what every normal person would do, you asked the top student for help, but his idea of studying under pressure was far from what you had imagined.

authors note: tysm for over 1k notes on practice makes perfect!!! i never expected to get this amount on my first post, i couldn’t be more grateful…🥹 i’ll try my best to post more!! i hope you like this too hehe

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you tried your best to keep up in lectures, finish assignments on time, bullshit your way through the discussion boards, but when it came to exams, you were a lost cause.

"ugh, i don't get it at all!" you groan and drop your pen onto the notebook while pressing a hand to your forehead out of frustration. all the formulas you went over are slipping from your mind, no matter how hard you try to focus.

jisung exhales and shakes his head as he's closing his laptop that’s decorated in space and alien stickers. "no, this isn't working out." he says and leans back against the wall. "we need to try a different method."

as he opens the textbook which replaces the laptop and starts flipping through the pages, you flop backward onto his bed and sigh so loudly that the vibrations shake the empty glass of water on the table.

the noise makes his head turn towards you. at first, it’s like as if he’s studying you; his eyes on you, scanning, thinking, calculating.

you can feel the piercing gaze burning holes in your skin. you suddenly think of searching study methods online, but before you grab your phone, you feel the mattress dip under his weight.

he moves closer to you, so close that his thigh is pressed against yours and you can feel his warmth seep through your shorts. you almost freeze for a second. “jisung—“

he cuts you off with a “shh.” he’s acting like this between you is completely normal, like you two were always used to sharing such intimate contact.

while you’re confused, embarrassed and don’t know what’s going on, he’s focused, unbothered and calm. it’s like as if he has something figured out.

as you were staring into his eyes, you felt his hand move to your thigh, slowly, as if he was testing how far he could go. just below the hem of your shorts, his warm fingers press against your skin.

“…what are you doing?” you manage to blubber out, because you didn’t trust yourself to speak.

“trying something else,” he says and his thumb brushes, which makes you shiver.

this is new, dangerous and completely out of your comfort zone, but you make no effort to move away.

jisung is still studying your face, searching for any sign of resistance, and then he tilts his head. “i thought you said you needed motivation.” your heart skips a beat as you feel his thumb stroke your thigh again, “maybe this will help.”

your mind urges you to say something, ask what the fuck is he doing, tell him to stop, maybe laugh it off… but that would make you dishonest with yourself.

his fingers are still tracing circles slowly against you, still drifting almost beneath the hem of your shorts, never going too far, but never stopping either.

your pulse is pounding in your ears. you swear you can feel your heartbeat everywhere.

“you’re messing with me.” you say with your voice light, almost like you’re expecting him to deny.

he hums and slightly tightens his fingers. “am i?”

you turn your gaze from his hand to his face, but he’s already looking at you. he’s not grinning, not laughing, just watching, like he’s silently asking you, how far can i take this?

your thighs twitch at the sight of him. as your heart won over the small battle with your brain, you exhale and part your legs just enough to give his fingers more access.

jisung notices immediately and his lips curl into something that’s barely a smile. he doesn’t say a word, but his fingers trail further up your inner thigh, in such a measured way that’s enough to make you tremble. “still think i’m messing with you?” he murmurs.

“…no,” you swallow.

“good,” he leans in closer to you and turns your head to the laptop screen, “now focus.” he must’ve turned it on while i wasn’t paying attention, you think to yourself.

a new equation is in front of you, something basic, it’s something you’d usually solve in seconds. but your brain is empty.

“if you get it right,” he whispers, his fingers still massaging your thigh, “i’ll reward you.” his other hand slides across the sheets, pulling the laptop a bit closer.

“but if you get it wrong…” he hums and tilts his head slightly. you can feel his fingers pressing little bit harder. “then we try something else, okay?”

your legs shift as the heat is pooling in your lower stomach, you’re not sure whether you want to get the answers right or wrong.

you try to focus, but all you can think about is the way he’s pressing his fingertips into your skin. the question is simple, you just have to say what’s the derivative of 5x², but your mouth is dry.

you know the answer to it, you two have gone over this theme hundreds of times, but you can’t open your mouth, your mind is completely blank.

“uh—“ your voice is trembling. you need to answer. “ten x?” you finally breathe out.

for a second, there’s silence. you start to think this is some sort of joke, that he was gonna laugh it off any second.

but inside your shorts, his hand slides higher, his palm presses right over your panties, and he hums, “correct.”

before you reach out to the laptop to read the next question, you feel your underwear get pushed to the side. you don’t have enough time to react as he slides his ring finger inside, which makes your breath catch and your thighs clench.

his finger presses in deeper and your hips instinctively roll forward, chasing more friction, he chuckles at that and his other hand slides up to press against your thigh to keep you still.

“we…we’re supposed to be studying,” you blurt out. he tilts his head and slips his finger in fully, “should we stop then?” you try to reply, but the only thing that’s close to a response from you is the way your hips keep twitching, almost begging him to move his finger, and he curls his finger inside, touching your sweet spot, which makes you let out a small whimper. jisung hums, “thought so.”

you dig your nails into the sheets. yes—it feels good, but it’s not enough. “jisung…” you whisper.

“hmm?” he answers in a mocking tone as his other hand grips your thigh tighter so he keeps you spread for him.

his finger starts moving inside you, but it’s so slow it’s like he’s not completely giving you what you want. though, you can’t bring yourself to protest.

“now, next question,” his voice is low. your eyes are locked on the laptop screen, but your brain is too fuzzy to register any number. you can barely breathe, let alone think.

he must know the effect he has on you as he reads the equation out loud, “derivative of three x squared?” he asks and presses his finger again.

you tremble from the touch, “fuck—“

“that’s not an answer, y/n.” his voice is so calm, not like he’s fingering you, more like he’s genuinely waiting for you to answer him. like you’re actually supposed to focus on fucking math.

it’s not like you’re not trying. you are trying to answer, but the way his finger is pumping inside you so slowly, curving it slightly with each thrust makes you on the edge of craving more.

“come on, baby,” jisung coos and his lips brush your temple, “i know you know this one.”

your hands curl into fists, “i—six x?” you gasp.

he hums in approval and adds another finger, causing your back to arch. given how large his hands are, the stretch is perfect.

before you control yourself, your thighs snap shut against his wrist, your whole body is trembling and you’re completely overwhelmed.

he sighs like he’s disappointed in you. “don’t do that,” he says before using his other hand to pry your legs apart again.

his fingers push deeper and suddenly his thumb brushes over your clit. it’s barely there, enough to tease you, but not enough to satisfy you. it still draws noises from you.

“better,” he whispers and asks a question you don’t even bother registering. you blurt out a random number, hoping you’re right, gasping as you gave him the answer.

he’s silent for a second, until he answers, “wrong,” and presses his thumb down on your clit, hard.

your whole body jerks. a broken moan spills from your lips and your legs almost start closing on him again, but his grip tightens and locks you in place. “you’re gonna have to do better than that, baby.”

his fingers slam into you faster, more deeper. the slow pace he’d set earlier is gone. your body is reacting on it’s own, your hips rolling into his hand, your mouth letting small whimpers every time his fingers thrust in you. you can feel how wet you are based off the slick sounds and how easily he’s moving inside you.

“look at you,” he whispers as he’s watching the way your chest rises and falls, the way your lips part, the way your nails dig into the sheets, “you’re not paying attention at all, is this how you’re going to pass exams?”

you can’t even hear him. physically yes, but your mind is drowning under the pressure of his fingers curling inside you and his thumb massaging circles onto your clit.

it’s so perfect, so precise that you could almost believe he’s playing with your body like he’s been waiting to do this.

but how could that be? jisung, the top student who barely speaks to anyone, who hid his face in glasses when you practically begged him to tutor you for finals.

jisung, who side-eyed you every time you spaced out in lectures, who rolled his eyes when you’d rather scroll on your phone than take notes.

jisung, who sighed dramatically when you showed up to your first tutoring session completely unprepared, who scoffed when you whined about how you’d never pass if he didn’t help you.

jisung, who agreed anyway, who sat beside you for hours, patiently going over problems, reminding you of formulas, watching you struggle.

jisung, who smirked slightly every time you leaned in closer, every time your knee bumped his under the table, every time you chewed on your lip and complained that math was ‘so hard’.

jisung, who was always so calm, so unbothered, so normal.

jisung, who’s completely unraveling you now.

like he’s been waiting to do this, like he’s thought about it, like you didn’t catch up with it.

your thoughts quickly get cut off from the knot in your stomach coiling tighter. “jisung,” you gasp, your words barely audible, “i—i’m gonna—“

he presses harder, his fingers hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over. “you’re gonna cum all over my fingers?”

you nod quickly and desperately. your body is trembling, your stomach is coiling tighter, tighter, tighter—

until he pulls his fingers out. completely.

the loss causes your body to tense, a sharp gasp breaks from your lips and your hips roll down against nothing, chasing friction that’s no longer there. “what the fuck.” you cry out in desperation.

jisung leans back against the headboard like he didn’t just ruin you in the span of five seconds. his fingers, soaked, still dripping with you, lift lazily to his lips.

you stare at him as he licks them clean. you can’t even process the fact that he just left you so empty, so fucking desperate, so completely on edge.

“you wanna cum?” he asks while smirking, it’s not a question, he knows the answer.

your whole body trembles, thighs still spread for him, pussy throbbing, breath uneven.

“yes,” you say instantly, “yes, yes, yes, please, i need—“

“then ace your exams.”

your brain stalls.

your jaw drops.

“…you’re joking.”

jisung shakes his head, like this is just another normal conversation, like he didn’t just lick your arousal off his fingers.

“you don’t get to finish,” he says simply, “not until you earn it.”

your nails dig into the sheets, “you’re insane.”

“i said i’d help you,” he answers, “but i never said i’d make it easy.”

you shudder. you’re still clenched tight, still throbbing, still sitting at the edge of your orgasm, still waiting for him to slam his fingers back inside you.

he knows. he’s still sitting there, fully clothed, perfectly composed, like he didn’t just completely fuck you over and left you aching for him.

you can’t even say anything.

“better start focusing more,” he hums, stretches and goes back to his phone, completely unbothered.

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part 2 can be found here!!

[deminetly]

𓏵 YOUTUBE VIDEO IDEAS

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┆ FASHION RELATED

thrift flipping random items my friend chose me

styling clothes I no longer like

closet cleanout

personalising something (your purse, bike, car, etc)

recreating pinterest outfits

how to find your style/finding my style

clothes Id buy if l was rich

current favourite fashion trends

wearing clothes wrong (scarf as shirt for example

recreating met gala outfits

letting my followers/friends style me

styling my followers

my favourite clothing items

how to spice up a boring outfit

making outfits based on random theme suggestions

upcycling my old clothes

jewellery collection

thrift haul + try on + styling

predicting fashion trends

how to dress more whimsical

weird fashion trends that actually existed

the science hehind why certain colors look good on you (explaining undertones, color theory and how to find your best shades)

only wearing old trends

my favourite trends

letting strangers pick my outfits from a thrift store 

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┆ ART RELATED

guessing the prices of modern art

playing roblox speed draw until I win

drawing in weird conditions (in the dark/underwater/with your non doninant hand)

recreating famous paintings

trying out different art styles

guessing/making up the meanings behind famous pieces

turning random scribbles into masterpieces

can I spot the Al generated piece

trying to create a masterpiece with the cheapest materials

attempting to find my art style

drawing the same thing in ten minutes vs an hour

redesigning companies logos

redesigning cartoon characters (in my art style)

drawing how I think book characters/places look

painting scnenes from my dreams while telling you about them

making a piece of art only using materials from nature

turning my followers’ pinterest boards into characters/stories/pieces of art

reviewing my followers’ art

trying to draw random characters completely from memory

drawing a self portrait from memory

drawing a self portrait in different styles

rating my fanart

doing random art exercises

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┆ …EVERY DAY FOR A WEEK CHALLANGES

trying a new hobby...

getting of my comfort zone (doing something uncomfortable...)

going on side quests alone...

trying out new styles...

dressing like 90s movie characters...

doing something nice...

watching a different movie...

letting followers/friends control my life...

listening to a new genre of music...

turning into my favourite characters...

letting my followers/friends style me…

interviewing strangers about their weirdest dream (or any other topic)…

testing out a new morning/night/writing/etc routine…

only wearing old trends…

reading/writing a short story…

watching a horror film…

helping out a stranger…

doing 3 crafts a day…

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┆ JUST VIBES / RANDOM

trinket collection/favourite trinkets

trinket hunting at the thrift store

whats in my bag

whats in my junk drawer

movie/book/music recs

character customizing (dyeng hair, getting nails done, etc)

reading my old journals

redesigning famous album covers/movie posters

going randonauticaing

turning into my favourite character for a day (dressing and acting like your favourite character)

rating media Ive consumed lately (movies, books)

room/car tour

being productive for a week

reading my followers confessions

doing public dares (with your friend/alone with dares that your followers submitted)

my wishlist

things I want in my future home/things I love in houses

my (month) favourites

weird facebook marketplace finds (+buying them?)

decorating my purse

hobby ideas

weird girl hobby ideas

trying new hairstyles and makeup looks

reading reddit confessions/AITA stories

career ideas if you like…

24h without my phone

replacing my screentime with isolation

putting the same writing prompt in story writing generators and ranking them

opening mystery jewellery bags

short film / short film ideas

stop motion film

the history of literally anything (journaling for example)

what Id buy if I was rich / wishlist

how to take good pictures / picture and pose ideas for photoshoots

rating my old pinterest boards and playlists

playing cozy games

making my room more whimsical / how to make your room more whimsical

attempting to follow a reciepe in another language

random dreams Ive had (+why you think you had them, their meaning, did it predict something?)

guessing how magic tricks work + learning them

revisiting childhood (trying your old hobbies, watching old favourite movies, etc)

trying to write a poem with random words that a random word generator gives me

interviewing strangers about their weirdest dream (or any other topic)

creating my own religion

creating my own holiday and celebrating it

reacting to beauty standars from different countries (and trying to look like that)

trying to do my followers homework

analysing a movie/book

asmr

how to add whimsy into your life

what your … says about you

answering strange questions

journaling prompts/questions for deep thinkers

my thoughts on …

creating a soundtrack for my life

reacting to embarrasing stories

reacting to mandala effects

taking uquizzes

asking strangers “whats the most interesting thing about you?”

letting a yes or no wheel decide my fate for a day 

going out and collecting things for my junk journal 

inventing my own country and language

letting strangers write a story sentence by sentence 

testing creativity techniques for a day

designing my dream life

conspiracy theories that I believe in 

reacting to random conspiracy theories

romanticising life 

choosing 5 things from all of the bucketlists ive ever made and completeing them

taking random personality tests

journal tour

yapping about (specific topic) while coloring/drawing

trying to be more creative

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┆ RATING MY FOLLOWERS…

…letterboxd top 4

…style

…music taste

…instagram profiles

…rooms

…pictures as kids

…dreams

…deepest secrets

…crushes

…wishlists

…favourite (movies, songs,etc)

…journals

[zaynveir]

Doing Christmas stuff with the Lads boys ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺

Pairings : zayne/xavier/rafayel/sylus x reader

-its only november but i needed to write something festive

-So I’m new to tumblr and this is my first time writing a post like this so please be nice 😭 if you have any feedback please share!

🎐𓍼ֶָ֢⊹ ࣪ ˖

Zayne

- you guys would definitely go to the local Christmas markets together and spend so much money on overpriced food.

- Because of Zayne’s sweet tooth, you would be checking out the stalls that would offer pancakes/waffles/churros that would have lightly dusted sugar or tons of nutella dripping from it.

- While walking around you would spot something but not buy it, Zayne would notice this and get it later as a gift.

- You would find a big Christmas tree and take a selfie with him and he would use it as the background for his phone.

- I would imagine there would be a street performer playing music and you would just stop and take in the beautiful song and just stand close to one another taking in the moment, hands intertwined.

- He would pick out an ornament to hang on the tree to remember that day.

Xavier

- okay so I think you and Xavier would go see the Christmas lights and walk through them.

- He would hold your hand the entire time and would wrap your scarf around you before giving you a warm smile.

- He would say things like “why does that reindeer look like that?” Or “that tree wasn’t decorated very well” which would make you laugh at how clueless he is.

- The different lighting would make him look even more pretty than he already does and you would capture it in so many photos.

- He would point out his favourite decorations and be so engrossed in the twinkling lights, that he wouldn’t even notice the cold air of the season. He would be so happy to share this evening with you.

- At the end of the night you would get hot chocolate and head back to his apartment, cuddle up in your matching pjs and watch some classic home alone.

Rafayel

- you can’t tell me that Rafayel wouldn’t take you ice skating in the winter months. He’d persuade you into going by saying things like

- “Cmon!…it will be an exercise to see how good your reflexes are from fighting all those wanderers.”

- He would try to be poetic and say “I would love to see you gliding around like a swan”

- You would be careful at first but you’d get the hang of it only falling on your butt 3 times, but Rafayel would surprisingly be clutching onto the side railings for dear life. You’d have to come over to him and teach him

- When you both got more comfortable it felt like the world melted away and it was just you two sharing a smooth dance

Sylus

- I think you and Sylus would do something like decorate the christmas tree together.

- “you don’t have a Christmas tree?! Do people in the N109 zone not have the Christmas spirit??”

“Sweetie I think people have bigger things to worry about than…a tree.”

- You would meticulously place ornaments only for him to place them somewhere else just to get a rise out of you.

- You would creep up behind Sylus and place the tinsel around him only for him to retaliate by chasing you to do the same to you.

- Mephisto would also take part placing the tinsel or decorations around the tree.

- At the end Sylus would lift you up to the top and you would place the star completing it.

[asce-of-hearts]

Can I request a Yandere Bakusquad punishing the darling since they attempt on escaping, which they fail but they're so close on escaping?

Gender Neutral please, and if possible can it be NSFW? Idk, up to you.

thanks!!

Proactive

Contents: Some non-con drabbles w yandere!bakusquad (separate)

more Bakusquad content here

TAG LIST

A/N: Just plain non-con bc I'm kinda tired of writing darling escape scenarios for this people, noncon still counts as punishment anyways enjoy

WARNINGS: YANDERE, NON-CON, MY GENERALLY BRUTAL DEPICTION OF SEX, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, EVIL FUCKED UP SEX AS USUAL, MANHANDLING, LITTLE TO NO PREP, DEGRADATION, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, OVERSTIMULATION, IMPROPER USE OF ELECTRICITY, PIERCINGS (YOU'LL KNOW ONCE YOU READ IT TRUST ME), STOMACH PUNCHING, OVERSTIMULATION, BONDAGE, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IF YOU SQUINT, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Bakugo Katsuki

"There's just no way of reasoning with you," He spits out, dragging you by the hair towards the bed, not caring if the irregularities on the floor bruise your already battered skin. "You're too fucking stupid to understand me when I scold you? Fine, I'll just have to use other methods."

He roughly throws you over the bed, with force that no man should possess. You bounce off the mattress almost comically, he takes off his shirt in one motion, erratic. Tears at your clothes and spits at your hole, not even bothering to prep you. Flipping you over, face down and ass up, he presses your face against the pillows, as if trying to suffocate you with the sheer strength he's using to keep you pinned down under him.

The tip of his cock, red and angry, parts your walls with little consideration for the sting the stretch brings, the muscle trying it's hardest to both accommodate and eject the foreign object. Your screams muffled under the weight of the expensive, goose feather filled pillows. He grunts, bottoming inside you, his balls slapping against the place where his pelvis meets your ass. He spanks you, bringing you back to your senses for a second.

"Loosen up, bitch. You're not letting me move." He growls, his fingers digging into your scalp as he brings your head up, allowing you to breathe. You let out a pathetic wail, crying as he starts to pump his hips, the sounds of wet skin against wet skin driving you mad. He's ruthless, uncaring of your state, of your cries as he presses your head against the pillows again, the darkness and the way if muffles the sounds almost comforting if you try and dissociate enough. When he's done, cum is oozing out of your abused hole, a thin thread of blood mixing into it. You're spent, your breathing irregular as he looks at you with cold eyes.

"Maybe more proactive methods it's what you needed."

Denki Kaminari

"You're taking it like a champ, who would've thought?" He sounds almost amused as he presses the tip of his finger against your most sensitive zones. Your body is already twitching sporadically, little spasms as the electricity tries to completely leave your body. He could grin, if he wasn't so fucking angry.

The electrical pulses are enough to hurt but not to actually fry the nerves in the area, enhanced by the little metal decorations he has scattered around your body. A strange taste he developed once he actually got his dick pierced, wondering how you would look with something similar. Armed with a piercing gun he had decorated you over the years: nipples first, a corset piercing set, over the clavicles and the curve of your back, all those places he was stimulating with the help of his quirk and the way the metal conducted it better.

"Mmm, but maybe it's not enough for you to learn your lesson. You need to understand my point, to know that you belong to me." He smiles, and searches for the piercing gun inside his cabinet. The chair he has you bound to not letting you escape your imminent fate as your already spread legs shake in anticipation and fear.

He looks at your intimacy, licking his lips as he flicks it, another electric pulse sent through your body, making you throw your head back and moan around the gag in your mouth. In a split second, pain hits you, your muscles tensing as the needle pierces through a place it shouldn't. He rests his head over your naked thigh as he puts the jewelry in place, mocking. His fingers touch the cold metal, and his eyes turn to look at you as the tip of his finger remains over there, a low humming sound emanating from his body as he charges the shock once more.

"Ready?"

Eijiro Kirishima

"This isn't right," He whispers, your skin is reddened. Your arms are bound to the nearest surface able to keep them up, your torso naked and exposed. His hands, oh so gentle for a moment, trace the red skin of your abdomen, the soft plush feeling of your tummy. He's crying, unfortunate for him but much more for you, because he isn't stopping, his chivalrous tendencies are doing nothing to prevent your suffering. "But I feel like I have no other choice, you leave me with no other choice." Is he talking to you or himself? You don't know, and neither does he, words are just leaving his mouth.

"Will you forgive me?" This time he asks you outwardly, he presses against the skin, making you feel a little pain as he applies more pressure. You don't know what to answer, and you can't either way since he has gagged you. You only let out a sniffle, a shaky breath as tears pool at your eyes, making his lower lip tremble in a feeling akin to guilt. "Then I'm sorry."

His open hand turns into a fist, and he hides his face in the crook of your neck as he tentatively presses it against you, again. No harm, only a slight discomfort. You close your eyes, tired, only to open them wide once you feel the air leave your lungs. You can't scream, any sound refuses to leave your throat. His fist has landed directly between your rips, the plush skin there receiving all of its hateful, brutal impact. Just how hard did he punch? Enough to bruise? Enough to make you vomit after a while? You don't know, he presses a kiss to your jaw, and looks at you in the eye as he prepares to do it again.

"I'm so sorry."

Mina Ashido

Mina believes in practicality over all things. If something has a practical solution she will use it.

And that is precisely what she's doing with you. Arms tied together by a pretty pink rope, with in turn connects to another rope that spreads your legs apart, giving her unrestricted access to your most intimate places and making you unable to move.

Her hand, pretty and pink, is already exploring the depths of your insides. With quick, rapid thrusts of her fingers making you cum undone in seconds, when she gets bored or tired, she resorts to a vibrating toy that she turns on and makes you obscenely cum around it and over the bedsheets.

"How many more until you understand? I don't think having you cumming blanks is enough." She asks, her voice high pitched and feminine as she continues to move her fingers inside of you. "Ten more? No... maybe one for every time you've made me mad." She grins, and curls her fingers inside you, making your body tense and orgasm once more. She smirks, her tone cheerful as she speaks again.

"Well then, it's decided, fifty more!"

anyhow ignore that i forgot sero i just didn't know what to write for him teehee lol

hope you enjoyed this

have a great day/night

TAGGING:

For Bakugo: @jessicainhell  @pasteldaze  @duchessofhell  @sunnymmoon @massivepenguinunknown 

@repostingmyfavs  @artist-in-training-wheels  @goldenglow149@hbk99450 @fierysplash213 @stranger00001

@delicatelycraftedbambi @rania200527 @kitzusune  @mizzhellsingsstuff @aki-sazuki

@stardustdreamersisi @coolnekochan9961 @skeletonblush @akirahyoshi  @lilyalone

@ayn-yurbestie  @lacey @hannas16 @mimihaitani @xxj0rd13xx

For Denki: @jessicainhell @pasteldaze @sunnymmoon @repostingmyfavs @artist-in-training-wheels

@mod-kyoko @rina-404 @goldenglow149 @hbk99450 @kitzusune 

@mizzhellsingsstuff @aki-sazuki @coolnekochan9961 @needylittleprince @ayn-yurbestie

@oliviathatgirl @hannas16 @mimihaitani @xxj0rd13xx

For Kirishima: @jessicainhell @pasteldaze @duchessofhell85 @kalopsia-sonder @sunnymmoon  

@repostingmyfavs @artist-in-training-wheels @rina-404  @goldenglow149 @hbk99450

@stranger00001 @rania200527 @kitzusune  @aki-sazuki @coolnekochan9961

@skeletonblush @akirahyoshi  @lilyalone @ayn-yurbestie @oliviathatgirl

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M!Zayne and F!Reader. "Fluffy Treatment" inspired.

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The day had took a - terrible - unexpected turn. A Wanderer appeared in a No Hunt Zone and the lack of personnel because of the seasonal flu had made it terribly difficult. All units that would otherwise be in their day off had to report for duty.

Zayne was also struggling with work. There was only a simple(r) surgery scheduled for the day, but Akso Hospital was brimming with citizens of all ages trying to get something akin to coughing syrup and fever meds.

You arrive home after sundown, tend to minor wounds and cook a very lazy dinner for two. The board of Kitty Cards you had promised to play on that day lay discarded in the living room table. The soft sound of yawning Evol kittens was your only company in the apartment.

A little over an hour later you hear the shifting sound of keys. The door opened and your doctor seemed worse for wear. Slight eyebags formed under his eyes, oily bangs dangled in his forehead and there were slight stains in his white coat.

"Hello, love. How was work today?" He gives a sad smile. Not a talking day, then. Zayne leaves his briefcase in your shared bedroom and comes back in a more comfortable attire. He heats up the food in silence, finishes his nightly routine and slams right to bed.

"I'm sorry we coudn't play Kitty Cards today. I haven't forgotten." He mumbles when you join him under the covers. "I also had a rough day at work. These things happen." He comes closer for a snuggle. "We can always do it tomorrow."

"I love you." Is the last thing you hear before drifting to sleep.

You wake with the first rays of sunshine. Your boyfriend, always the morning person, has already gotten up. It was time for his morning job, altough you could hear a sizzling sound coming from the kitchen.

"What is the special occasion?" You inquire as Zayne is terribly focused in putting a perfect pancake in your plate. There is a cup of tea across the table for him, and a generous mug of coffee on your side. Whipped cream, syrup and strawberries are scattered across the table as you decorate your breakfast. "Thank you for cooking dinner last night. I'm not sure, just wanted to make something this morning."

His face is positively glowing. That night's sleep must have made wonders for him. The eyebags are way less proeminent, he totally took a shower since his hair is silky smooth and the beautiful cat ears move to the morning sun.

Wait, what?

You stop your fork midway. Zayne, your lovely surgeon, is sporting cat ears as he walks across the table. When he turns around to flip the last pancake, you see a tail from the same shade of the ears move as if it was real.

"MY LOVE??" You ask, exasperated. With all precision in the world, another pancake is put before you. "Yes, darling?" How could you possibly tell him and not look like a lunatic?

"You have cat ears. And a tail." Zayne just quirks his eyebrows and sits down. "Is that so?" A mountain of whipped cream - one his dentist would complain about, no doubt - blocks your vision. "Why do I have cat features, my love?"

That was surely a mystery. You stand in silence while he devours his pancakes, completely oblivious to the movements of his own body. After your meal was finished in (un)comfortable silence, all the dishes were put in the sink and Zayne was looking for alone time to finish some reports.

"Oh God you were being serious?!" You hear a shout coming from his study table. This is the first time Zayne touches his new appendages since they appeared, looking bewildered. "I imagined this was another one of your pranks. How could this happen?" Initial shock gave way to interest. You come closer.

You run your hands to were his head meets the base of his ears. It was like any other part of his body. After that, you check his tail and find the meeting point. His back is turned to you, but you feel his body heat and mild shifting.

"Everything okay in there, babe?" He doesn't respond. You look at his face and there is a perceptible flush all over his cheeks and human ears. "Can you feel this?"

"I-I think it's better if I go back to work." And steps away. "I'm sure it's nothing dangerous and I will be back to normal soon, love. No reason to worry." With no further comments, he turns around and leaves the room.

Everytime you tried talking to him about it, he would blush profusely and diffuse your comments. He even called the hospital to say he was feeling terribly ill and coudn't come to work that day. His health was pristine, even with the feline feaures.

"I know there is something bothering you, Zayne." He looks at you like a child being scolded. After you began using pet names in the relationship, real names were signal to trouble. "Why don't you want to talk about it? Does it hurt?"

"No!" He shakes his head. "It's just... a lot is happening... and I don't know how to deal with it." "So you would rather bear it all alone with your reports? I am right here if you need me and you know you should ask for help with things that are bothering you."

His eyes soften and you can swear you see his breathing become more stable. Even then, he doesn't come closer to you. You leave the room and the confused doctor behind.

Around then minutes later, the door opens and a tall figure approaches you. Zayne firmly sits you on the couch and lays on top of you like a weighted blanket. "Can we cuddle?" You shift to a more comfortable position and begin petting his ears. The creeping blush returns and you hear his purr.

"Keep going." He request, and you move to pet his back. His breathing becomes labored and you notice him arching his back to meet your touch. When you touch his tail, he moans quietly.

You stop in shock. Your beloved doctor had trouble to voice his needs, so this was a nice change of pace. You decide to use both your hands to elicit more reactions from him. Not long after, you feel him grinding against your thigh.

"Do you want to take off your pants, my love?" He looks up at you. His eyes are glossy and his face is terribly red. "I want to take off your pants." He concludes.

You both shift in the couch to put your plans in motion. It was quite difficult when Zayne was hugging you so tightly, but it would make do. With a little bit of effort, both of you were undressed.

He slides down and puts his nose right above your clit. Kitten licks and small bites were distributed all around the area before he decided to dive in. Zayne moved up and down, alternating between your slick and the bundle of nerves above.

Moisture dripped down onto the couch, but you coudn't find it in you to care. Your boyfriend speeds up, and you know you won't last long under his ministrations. "Ah, ah, we're m-making a mess." You manage to say.

"Good." You feel his hot breath. "I want you to make a mess. Please make a mess on me." He goes back to work with renewed vigor. Waves of pleasure pool in your stomach and you know you're close.

"Z-Zayne, I'm gonna cum." That seemed like more of an incentive to him than anything else. You feel his tongue draw patterns on your flesh before setting on an onslaught of your bud. Using the little of what was left of your brain, you can distinguish a "Z" and then an "A". He was writing his name on your clit.

Your orgasm hits suddently. He helps you ride it, groaning in satisfaction as you grind your pussy against his face. After a few waves, the feeling diminished and gives way to overstimulation. "A break, please." Your voice is hoarse but Zayne doesn't look any better, his cat ears twitching and face full of your release.

Pearly-white beads of precum slide down his cock and the tip is red and swollen. You both look at it at the same time and then make eye contact. "Let me help you." You say.

He pretty much pounced at you, protecting your head from hitting the couch as he forcefully pushed you down. His lips are into yours in a second, and the gasps he makes are music to your ears. "Is this why you have been avoiding me this morning?" It takes a while for him to reply. "I want to be close to you. I want to love you and protect you every waking moment and hope to dream of you at night."

He uses a finger to prepare you for the stretch. You use your own hand to smear precum against his slick. He hisses. "But ever since this morning I... It's not enough." He adds a second one and begins a scissoring motion. You moan at the feeling. "I want to bite and lick and - I even thought about bringing you a dead bird this morning."

Zayne looks away in something dangerously close to shame. His tail is a black blur behind him. "I didn't want you to see me so needy. You also have things to do and I shoudn't be like this." He positions himself at your entrance.

"We don't know what happened to you yet." Your train of thought threatens to be interrupted once his tip begins teasing you. "It's okay to be needy sometimes, and it does make sense you would be feeling more catlike today." You wink and he gives a soft laugh. Such a lovely sound.

The stretch is not so bad as the first time. You both make sure the experience is less painful as possible. "Wh-what about the other things?" Your mind returns to his earlier comments. The licks and the love bittes he is holding himself not to do.

You bite his shoulder and he screams. You can feel is dick twitch inside your walls. He almost cums from the feeling. "I bite you and you bite me. Deal?" That sounds good for him, since in the next moment he is lowering his head and sucking your boobs.

There are bites scattered from your neck to the inside of your thigs, his hips moving the entire time. Your second orgasm is alredy approaching, and the way Zayne teases your breasts is clearly not helping.

He snuggles closer to you, almost as if he is trying to merge both your bodies together. He whimpers with the new angle. "I'm close. Wanna come inside." You enthusiastically agree. Always the safe sex preacher, it feels good to do it without a condom for once.

"Oh you feel so good please wanna feel you cum too." He starts blabbering and moves to play with your clit. You begin meeting his thrust halfway, and soon both of you are moaning each other's names. Your "Za-Zayne"s is everything he needs to release everything inside.

That feeling combined with him deftly playing with your bud makes you reach your peak too. "Thank you thank you I love you" Is what you can distinguish from his chants. A kiss is all you can give to tell him you love him too.

After the aftershocks of the orgasm have passed, the stickiness of the sofa and the sweat clinging to your body were starting to make you uncomfortable. "Wanna take a shower?" He was still nugding you. "I don't want to let you go."

"What if we take a shower and then cuddle in bed? We can deal with the destruction of the couch later." He stretches lazily, ears moving all the way down and then returning back up, his tail making similar movements. He nods and both of you dissapear behind the bathroom door.

Grayson was ready to check out, and Yvone's shift would end in about an hour. The movement of the hospital was finally starting to die down. "It's such a shame Dr. Zayne caught the flu." She commented.

"Truly. I can't imagine how he must be feeling, alone at home and sick." They both give an understanding look at each other and return to their tasks.

Maybe things aren't so bad as they seem.

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Cemetery Girl- Art The Clown x Fem!Reader nsfw. fem!reader; Use of Y/N; Bondage; Blood Play/Blood Kink; Cutting; Sharp Objects; Slight Religious-Imagery; Alcohol; Non-Con; Repeated Neglect of Consent; Predator/Prey Dynamic; Sex under-the-influence; Hatred for high heels(real); kidnapping/abduction; captive!reader; sadist!art; whipping/flogging- fem!receiving; Art is extremely manipulative; Hard Dom!Art; Spit?; Kinda Gross (he literally drinks your blood...sooo); Art loves tits; Rough Sex; He is NOT Gentle in any way; CNTW for everything (plot reasons); Dead Dove: Do Not Eat The playlist I listened to while writing this: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3PB2rUNCyFq9t793MlkJdL?si=55dfb6e7e7db4ddc ____________________________________________________ Original Kinktober Prompt: Coulrophobia ~Clowns~/Picquerism ~Cutting the Body with Sharp Objects~

After your douchebag boyfriend breaks up with you on Halloween, you make 3 rules for yourself to get through the night, dignity intact: 1. Don't get drunk -Failed... 2. Don't ditch your friends -Failed... 3. Don't hook up with some random stranger -Failed... ...The last one wasn't completely your fault, right? Word Count: 7,124 Note: All kinktober prompts that I made will be written all throughout the year since I missed kinktober! I will still label them as "kinktober" and put them on that masterlist (linked on my main masterlist)due to them mainly being more "extreme" kinks, or kinks I normally wouldn't write for! I'm trying to get out of my comfort zone with writing (especially nsfw stuff), so please feel free to recommend stuff!!

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"What the actual fuck?"

You and your friends were standing outside of some random house on Halloween night, drunk people, garbage, and decorations littering the yard around your little group.

"But like seriously. What. The. Fuck. Do I have to go back in there and beat his ass? Because I so will, Y/N," your one friend, drunk out of her mind, loudly said.

She started stumbling towards the front door, forcing you to stop her.

"It's fine. I mean, it's not, but I'll get over it, ya know?"

Your boyfriend of two years, since your freshman year of college, just broke up with you because you two were, I quote, "at two different places" in your relationship. Which was total bullshit, and he knew it.

Which is why you were standing in the front lawn of some Halloween party, in a stupid Angel costume, with tears running down your face.

You know, the perfect Halloween.

Now, however, instead of crying in someone's lawn, you were attempting to drown your sorrows with a milkshake and fries at a nearly empty diner nearby, your friends shit-talking your now ex-boyfriend.

The place was run-down, only two guys working there. The only other people there were a pair of girls in costumes -a scarecrow and a skeleton- and two dudes -also in costumes- who were walking out. The fluorescent lights were overpowering, which might just be because you had been attempting to get drunk enough to forget your shitty night before your friends dragged you out of there.

You were staring at the sticky table-top when you heard the bell attached to the front door ring, indicating another probably-drunk patron entered the diner. You looked behind you, towards the door, expecting someone dressed in some stereotypical shitty costume stumbling through the door, but you were actually impressed.

The dude who walked in was dressed as a clown, or maybe a mime? Or a mixture of both? You couldn't really tell, but it didn't matter. His costume, whatever it was, was impressive. His makeup was flawless, like his skin was actually paper white with black accents around his mouth, nose, and eyes. His costume looked handmade -only because you hadn't seen anything similar in any costume store you've been in recently- and he was carrying what looked like a big black, filled, garbage bag. He was also wearing an adorably small top hat.

You smiled to yourself. At least someone is taking the holiday seriously. Halloween had always been your favorite, even since you were a kid. You always went all out with your costume, even now. Yes, you were a stereotypical Angel, given the group costume you and your friends were doing was "Angels and Devils", but you had put more work into yours. You hand sewed your costume, using actual -ethically sourced- swan feathers for the wings, and a mixture of lace and silk fabric for the bodice and skirt. The halo around your head was also made with the feathers, and was attached with wire. It took you almost five months to complete, including the designing stages of the costume. Two of your friends -out of the five of you- bought their costumes before meeting to get ready at your place.

This guy looked like he took the same amount of care when it came to Halloween. You almost wanted to go up to him and ask about his costume. Almost. There was something...off... about him. The way he carried himself, maybe? Or was it the angry expression he wore as he sat at the table, staring at the girls in the booth behind you?

Whatever it was, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with him. Like, seriously wrong.

It felt like he was a predator, and everyone in this diner, in the world, was his prey.

Maybe you really were drunk.

You turned back around, peeling your eyes away from menacing clown, and focused back on what your friends were saying.

"God, I wish we could just skip finals. Maybe you could sleep with the professor and get us out of this, Y/N," Your friend to the left said, chuckling to herself.

"Screw you, she just got dumped, you ass," The girl across from you said, trying to defend you.

"I was just bullshitting, you know that, right Y/N? I wasn't being serious... kind of." The girl across from you slapped her in the shoulder.

"I get it. I know you're just fucking with me. I mean, Mr. Jones is hot, but if any of us were to sleep with him it would be you and you know it," You laughed, motioning towards the girl next to you.

Everyone laughed and agreed, and you finally felt like you were starting to get over this breakup crap. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal. Maybe your Halloween wasn't ruined, after all.

"Hey, what's that dude's deal? The clown," One of the girls across from you whispered.

A chill ran down your spine, all of your careless laughter being ripped out of you, your air being grasped from your lungs.

"What? What's he doing?" You whisper-yelled back.

"He's like, staring at us. No, he's staring at you. Oh my god I think he's staring at you!" She whispered, grinning as if this were funny.

"Wait, now he's getting up. Shit! He's walking over here," Your friend said, causing you to stiffen up.

All of a sudden you felt a tap on your shoulder, causing you to almost jump out of your skin. You whipped around, seeing dirty, black and white fabric. You looked up, seeing the clown staring you in the eyes, a large grin on his face, one that might ordinarily look funny or comforting on a regular clown, but looked rather creepy on this one.

"Um, hi? Can I help you with something?" You politely asked, trying your best to put on a comforting smile.

All of a sudden the clown pulled his hand out from behind his back, shoving a cheap, plastic ring in your face, startling you yet again. The ring was obviously for children, and you didn't want to take it, but the look on the clown's face, the mock eagerness, drew your hand to the ring like a magnet. Before you could grab it, he grabbed your hand, his grip strong, and slipped the ring on your ring finger, as though you were now engaged.

He jumped up, hand over his mouth in surprise. He began jumping up and down in mock excitement. Your friends began to laugh, the girl sitting next to you, now behind you in the booth, shaking your shoulders, mocking you.

"Already over that dick, huh Y/N?" One of the girls across in the seat across from you teased.

"Well, she's engaged now, so she better be!" The girl who was shaking you previously exclaimed.

Your face blushed. You didn't mean to make such a big deal about it. All you wanted to do was be polite, grab the ring, and go on with your Halloween. Now? Your friends were being obnoxiously loud. The guy at the counter was shooting your group, including the clown, dirty looks. And a clown was miming excitement and pretending to giddily giggle, towering over you. Literally towering over you. You hadn't noticed how tall he was, since when he came in he was hunched over carrying his bag.

The clown finished "laughing" and offered you hand, bending over so that his face was in front of yours looking you in the eyes expectantly. You flushed again, this time not out of embarrassment, but because there was a guy, a somewhat hot guy, staring you in the eyes after making you feel more wanted than your now ex-boyfriend had in a while. Fuck, were you falling for a fucking clown? Is this what your life has become, you blushing because a clown, a mime, was probably making fun of you and your friends by maybe flirting with you.

This is so pathetic.

Apparently you were taking to long to grab his hand, given he pretended to sigh in an expectant manner, pulling his hand back just to put it back in front of you in an overexaggerated manner, tapping his foot with impatience.

You giggled, in spite of yourself, and placed your hand in his, looking back at your friends, almost begging them to stop you.

This was the first time you had a genuine smile on your face all night.

Nobody stopped you from standing up, nor did anybody stop him when he lead you back to his table, sitting you down across from his booth at the table. He quickly ran over to the ordering counter and grabbed a flower that was sitting in a vase, running back to slide into the booth across from you. He, very exaggeratedly, offered you the flower, leaning over the table, grinning widely.

Your friends were laughing again, mass "aww"s coming from their table.

Before you could take the flower, which you were actually planning on grabbing, the guy from behind the table stomped over, yanking the flower out of his hand.

"Look, guys, I have been pretty lenient so far. You have been loud and obnoxious, and now you are treating the place like you own it, taking stuff that doesn't belong to you. I think it's time I ask your little group to pay for your food and leave," He sternly said, mainly in the direction of the clown.

The clown who's whole demeaner has switched in the blink of an eye. The clown, who was once giggling and offering you rings and flowers, now had a dark, terrifying look on his face. His eyes looked as though they literally darkened. His playful demeaner turned to a murderous one. It was almost... hot?

"Hey, sir? We don't want any trouble. We've been drinking a bit tonight, so we're a little rowdy. I'll pay for our food, then we'll get out of here, alright?" You said, trying to resolve the situation quickly.

Honestly, you were scared of what the clown would do if you didn't.

The man nodded to you, walking back to the counter. You got up, taking a small glance at the clown, noticing him following the man with his eyes. Until you stand up, then his dark gaze shoots to you, locking his eyes on yours. Even as you turn away to go and grab your purse, you can feel his gaze burning in the back of your skull. Yet again, you felt like prey before him.

This time, however, it was almost a good feeling, being his prey. This time, you were almost willing to be hunted.

Again, what the fuck is wrong with me? He shouldn't have this effect on me, should he?

You went over to your friends, grabbing your purse and making your way over to the counter. You could hear them muttering about how creepy the clown now looked, and that they probably shouldn't let you leave with him.

First of all, you thought, how dare they think they can just tell me what I am/am not going to do? If I want to go home with the weird, kind of violent-looking, clown, I fucking will.

You finally find your card, shoving it into the chip reader, glancing up at the guy and giving him an "I'm sorry my friends are shitty and loud and that the stranger clown stole a flower for me" look. The machine beeps, signaling you to take your card away, and you put it back in your purse, turning back you your friends, sparing a glace at the clown. He was still glaring at you, which almost made you hesitate. Almost. You, and everyone else in there, knew that whatever he was thinking while looking at you like that probably wasn't good.

"Ok guys, I think we need to get out of here before that guy throws a fit," You said, just loud enough for the clown to hear you.

Your friends grabbed their purses and coats, scooting out of the booths, and began to file out of the building, muttering their thanks for you paying the bill.

As you walked out of the building, you didn't even glance back. You knew that, eventually, he would catch up with you.

About thirty minutes, three pee breaks, and two "I can't find my phone we need to go back"s, you all finally made it to the two parked cars, one of which being yours, outside of the house party from before. You would have all probably spent more time talking if the late-night, fall breeze hadn't picked up half way on your walk. Everyone but one could fit in your friends car, so you always offered to take yours too. It fit everyone way more comfortably, and you could leave whenever you wanted. Win-Win.

"So who's going with who? Same as earlier, or...?" Your friend asked, glancing between the rest of you.

You began rummaging around in your purse for your car keys, "Um, that works for me. Just need to find my stupid keys."

You rummaged around some more, the lack of keys becoming more and more apparent the harder you tore through the contents of your purse. What the fuck? "I know I put them in here guys, hang on a sec," You said, getting more and more worried by the second.

All of a sudden, you crouch down, dumping the contents of your purse on the ground, looking for these damned keys.

Wallet? Check. Phone? Check. Chapstick? Makeup? Makeup wipes? Check. Literally every. single. fucking. thing. but my keys? Fucking check.

"I- I don't know guys. I don't know where my keys are. I must have dropped them at the diner when getting my card out? I guess? I'll have to go back," You said, shoveling your belonging back into your bag, defeated.

"Do you want us to walk you back? We probably should, it's really dark, and it's Halloween. And you're drunk, so," Your friend, the one with the car, asked, worried.

"No, guys it's fine. It's really not that far if I walk fast. Plus, I have my phone, so if I get nervous or anything happens I can call you guys, and you can pick me up. No sense in all of us going back with class in the morning," You reassured everyone, and yourself, that this would be fine.

Of course you were nervous. It was Halloween, for starters. Everyone around here was drunk or high or both. Drunk and high dudes mixed with a drunk-ish girl, all alone, on some random street in a revealing costume was a disaster waiting to happen. But given there wasn't any room, you would've had to ask someone to either wait out here alone while you were driven to the diner and back, which was a shitty thing to do and equally as dangerous, or asked someone to walk all the way back with you, which was equally as shitty of a choice in your mind. So, your friends waved goodbye to you as they climbed into the car and sped off, leaving you alone.

You began to walk back, stumbling here and there due to the remainder of alcohol in your system and the tall white heels you just had to wear. You would've taken them off and walked barefoot, but who knows what was on the ground of these streets.

As you walked, the chill of the wind forcing goosebumps to raise on your skin, you began to hear a second set of footsteps behind you. You stopped, freezing in your tracks, your heartrate picking up.

You whipped around. Nothing but an empty street, the flickering of the streetlamps lighting the way, and a few parked cars.

It's just my nerves. Nobody is following me.

Either way, you picked up your pace, every so often hearing the second set of footsteps following your path. You repeated the pattern of quickly turning around, scanning the street behind you, and continuing your progress to the diner quicker than before.

Before too long, you were practically jogging to the diner, the second set of footsteps following your pace to a tee, jogging with you. You were panicking, your eyes darting around until you finally saw the lights of the small diner pop up in your vision, not 100 feet ahead. Tears almost made their way to your eyes. You didn't give a shit if it was just "nerves", you were really fucking glad to be so close to a crowd again.

All of a sudden, the second set of footsteps stopped, and you heard a loud crash to your right, causing you to jump out of your skin. It sounded as though a large trash can was knocked over or something. Then the sound of glass shattering sounded behind you, causing you to start running towards the diner.

Next thing you knew, you were on the ground, your ankle throbbing in pain, small rocks and pebbles engraved in the palms of your hands and your knees from the fall. Tears pricked your eyes. Stupid. Fucking. Heels.

The sound of metal clanking together sounded ahead of you, causing you to look up from the ground. There he was, shaking his stupid fucking bag to get your attention. Then, seeing that you looked up, he slung his bag over his shoulder, waving and pulling out a small horn from behind his back, honking it in your direction.

Had he been the one following you? He had to be. He was fucking with you instead of helping you now, so it was the only explanation.

You tried to push yourself up off the ground, making your way to a standing-position before you fell back down, the stabbing pain in your ankle causing you to cry out.

You glared at the clown in front of you, "The least you could do is fucking help me, you creep!"

The clown made a point of looking all around him, looking for who you were talking about, before pointing at himself in a "Who? Me?" motion.

"Yes, you, asshole. This isn't funny, I'm really hurt and I can't stand on my own," You said, annoyance overtaking your rage at the situation.

The clown grinned, skipping- yes, skipping- over to you, before putting his horn back in his sack. He put his hand out, waiting for you to grab his hand.

You knew it was a bad idea, having any interaction with this clown, but you couldn't walk, and you certainly couldn't wait here with the clown while your friends drove all the way here to find you, so what other choice did you have? Plus, even though he was creepy, how bad could he actually be? He was just some guy, right?

You grabbed his gloved hand, which was warm and slightly... wet? He pulled you up, forcing you to lean on his shoulder, then started walking in the opposite direction of the diner.

"Hey, wait, I need to go back in the diner. I left my keys there, which is why I was walking in the first place, you know? So if you could help me that way, that would be great," You explained, panic rising in your chest.

You made eye contact, and he slowly began to shake his head no, walking faster, practically dragging you along the pavement at this point.

"Hey! Put me down! I want to go to the diner! I need to go to the diner. Put me down!" You screamed, pushing against the clown, trying to escape his grasp.

He made an overexaggerated sighing motion, shoving you to the ground, causing you to whimper in pain. Your arms, legs, and hands were covered in scrapes, and your ankle was throbbing. You tried to crawl towards the diner, yelling for help.

You heard him walking slowly behind you, rummaging in his bag. You, focused on the diner ahead of you, noticed the man from the front counter walk out the front door of the diner, spotting you. That's when you heard a loud crack, a sharp pain shooting it's way though your skull, and you fell unconscious.

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The light was bright, and you had to squint to see anything. Your head was pounding, and you could feel something dripping down your forehead. You tried to move your arms to shield your eyes, but they were tied down with something. Your vision was blurry, so you couldn't make out exactly what. Your legs were tied to the chair you were sitting in, as well. You could move your head, so you looking around the best you could with your vision the way it was.

You could see someone, it must be the clown based off of the black and white clothing, sitting at a table across the room. Or maybe it was a workbench? You couldn't tell. Ahead of you, there were bright lights, like the kind on construction sites, and a tarp covering the floor.

Your vision began to clear a bit, and you moved your head to the other side, seeing if you could make out any way out or anything that could help you. There was another tarp covering what could be a doorway, but who knew what was beyond it? You couldn't make any moves yet, whether it was an exit or not. You were in no shape to try and make your escape.

All of a sudden, a gloved hand gripped your chin, whipping your head to your left, towards the maybe-workbench. A sharp pain tore through your skull, causing you to cry out. It sounded more like a croak, however, due to your apparently-dry throat.

You could tell he was enjoying your pain, given his wide, toothy grin and the arousal pooling in his eyes.

He dropped your face, walking in front of you, then crouching down, eye-level with you. He was gripping a blade in one hand, an exacto-knife. He rubbed his hand up and down your bare-thigh, his finger tips brushing against the hem of your small skirt. Shame and arousal rushed through you.

How the fuck were you getting off to this?

He got a serious, dark look on his face, and gripped your waist with one large, gloved hand. The other hand, the one holding the blade, made its way to your thigh. The clown glanced between your face and the bare skin of your thigh. If it were any other situation, you would have thought he were asking for your permission, your consent to cut into you. But you knew better, he was waiting to see your fear. Your terror.

'Wait. Wait. Before you do whatever you are going to do to me, can- can you tell me your name? Why are you doing this to me? Why me?" You asked, tears beginning to run down your cheeks.

The clown nodded, then turned his gaze to your leg, his arm and hand moving before you had a chance to register what was happening. The exacto-knife pierced your flesh, slicing deep-not deep enough to do serious damage, but deep enough to scar- into your thigh. You cried out, trying to squirm away. The clown tightened his grip on your waist, slightly stilling your movements long enough for him to finish carving into your skin. Tears poured down your face, your makeup effectively ruined, not like you cared at this point. Warm blood oozed down the sides of your leg, pooling on the seat of your chair, staining the once-pristine white fabric of your costume.

You must have been taking too long to focus on the wound, given the clown gripped your chin again, forcing you to look at his work.

You hadn't noticed he was carving a phrase into your skin.

It read, "Art the Clown".

"Wh-what? Art the Clown? What does that- Is that you? Are you Art the Clown?" You stumbled over your words, connecting the dots, resulting in an ecstatic Art enthusiastically nodding his head.

Art let go of your waist and face, patting your cheek as though you were a child who had learned something new which was common sense to everyone else. His confidence, no, arrogance, filled you with a mixture of rage and arousal. How dare he treat you like a child? You fought, and you fought hard.

Abruptly, he stood up, excitedly walking back to the table of tools from earlier. He rummaged around, clanking tools around, seemingly searching for something specific.

You looked down at your leg, tears welling in your eyes, and prepared for the worst. What would he do next? Gut me? Slit my throat? He's obviously deranged so who fucking knows?

He pranced back over to you, holding a large pair of shears in one hand, and a what looks like a...whip of sorts... in the other. You had jokingly, or not so jokingly, tried to introduce your now-ex to floggers previously. He wasn't a fan, berating you for even thinking about the idea of whipping him with anything, which is why you played it off as a joke.

Art gripped the hair at the base of your skull, ripping your head backwards, towering over your face. He looked down at you, no longer grinning, and began to caress your face with the whip before dropping it to the floor, and letting your hair go, your head bobbing back down. Your chin hit your chest with a groan. You didn't even have the strength to fight against it anymore.

He walked in front of you, shoving your head out of the way as he grabbed the front of your tight, white shirt. He pulled, forcing a gap between the fabric and your skin. He slid the shears in between the fabric and your chest, beginning to cut through your hand-crafted costume. Your hand-crafted costume which, as you now realize was a fatal flaw, didn't have a bra underneath it. You didn't like the way a bra looked with the fabric, it was too thin, so you added some thin padding to the inside. A brilliant idea at the time, now, however, it was proving to be an oversight, to say the least.

As Art's shears slid through the last bit of your top, he pulled the fabric back, hesitating when he realized you weren't wearing anything underneath. Your head was angled towards his lower half, and you noticed he was fairly...excited. His large length was practically busting through his jumpsuit, the thin material clearly showing his twitching member. He was bigger than your ex had been, you could tell that much. To be honest, he was bigger than anyone you had ever been with. It was enough to make you question, for a split second, whether what he was doing was so bad. That split second of doubt happened to make your thighs rub together, just for a moment.

A moment was enough, enough for him to notice anyways. Your eyes met his, arousal pooling and swirling in his gaze. He dropped the shears to the ground with a small clang, rushing forward to rip the rest of your top off your arms and shoulders. His gloves were rough as they rubbed against your bare skin. Your breasts shook with the force of his movements, causing him to hesitate once again, seemingly enthralled with the way they moved.

He threw your top, or what remained of it, to the ground, leaning over to grab the whip. He stood back up, caressing your arms, your chest, and your thighs with the tasseled-material. You noticed that it wasn't just a whip. On the ends of each tassel were small, metal bits. Not sharp, but would sting, and probably bruise, if hit with them. As he brushed against the gashes on your thigh, you whimpered, subconsciously moving your body as far away from Art as possible. Which wasn't far enough.

Art, in a flash, drew his hand back and struck your chest, causing you to cry out. The whip alone stung, leaving red lines all over your chest, but the metal bits hurt. They were freezing, and significantly harder than the material of the whip, which seemed to be made of a slightly-thick fabric. Not leather, like you would ordinarily see, but still similarly painful. It almost looked handmade.

You were quickly torn from your thoughts as Art whipped you again, this time hitting your bare stomach.

"Fuck! Fuck you, you piece of shit!" You yelled, impulsively.

He tilted his head, putting his hand in front of his "O" shaped mouth, as if to say he was surprised or confused by your language. He then looked stern, waggling his finger in front of your face, teasing you.

He pulled back again, causing you to flinch. But nothing came. No sharp sting, no crack of the whip hitting your skin. Nothing. Nothing except a cold, wet tongue meeting your thigh. The wound Art had left over had began to bleed again, probably from a stray tassel hitting the bare flesh of your thigh, and Art was... lapping it up. Like a dog.

He met your gaze, his previously-stern expression turned to that of a submissive puppy, lapping up milk from its mother. It was pathetic. It was sick. He was slurping on your blood covered thigh, and it made you...aroused?

Seeing the man who was once so terrifying, so dominating, immediately become so submissive, so needy, was a switch you hadn't seen coming. Your body didn't know what to think. The thought of someone drinking blood made you nauseous, but the thought of someone needing you so much that they would drop to their knees in front of you, forgetting everything they were doing just to have a piece of you. Well, it was exciting. You could feel your face and chest growing hotter, your thighs clamping together. You couldn't break eye contact with him.

Your arms strained, attempting to fight the restraints. His tongue slowly licked its way towards your upper thigh, getting closer and closer to the hem of your skirt, which laid right below your core. Your hips bucked slightly.

Why were you getting off to this? Why was this so, fucking, hot?

All of a sudden, Art stopped, standing up and pretending to laugh at you. Hysterically. As if your pathetic display of neediness was the most laughable thing in the world. Fuck, maybe it was.

"Fuck you! You're getting off to this more than I am, you sick fuck! I mean, look at your tiny little hard on ripping through your pants before you make fun of me!" You yelled at him, glancing down at the hardening length on his thigh, which happened to be anything but "tiny" or "little".

He stopped laughing, glaring at you, before stomping over. He gripped your chin with his hand, tightly. You whimpered in pain.

Ok, good to know. Don't make fun of him.

He looked you up and down, hesitating on your bright-red chest, little welts beginning to form. He grinned, not in his big exaggerated way, but in a subtle, sly way. As though he just got an idea or had a realization of some sort.

He gently lets go of your chin, slowly crouching down in front of you his hands gliding from your thighs to your calves, where your legs were taped to the chair legs.

He glanced up at you before ripping the tape of your left leg, peeling it off your leg in one quick motion.

It stung like a bitch, but the one thing you noticed was how strong Art must be. You tried your hardest and couldn't get the many, many layers of tape to even budge, and he ripped it apart like it was nothing.

Before you knew it, a ripping sound and a sharp sting came from your right leg.

What is he doing? Is he letting me go?

You couldn't tell what was going on in the mind of the man thing in front of you. Did he trust you wouldn't run? Did he think that even if you did, you wouldn't stand a chance? Or did he want you to run? Or was there something else that wasn't crossing your mind?

He quickly gave you an answer, ripping off your little skirt, pulling it, and your thin, white, lace panties, down your legs in a swift motion. You were completely naked, save for your angel halo and, surprisingly, your wings. God's angel, dripping in need for a demon. What a sight.

He spread your legs apart as far as he could in the chair, before pushing them up, flush to your chest. He repositioned until he was able to hold your legs together with one hand by the backs of your knees, scooting your ass forward on the rough chair. Your thighs burned with the stretch, but all of your pain was drowned out by Art's rough, gloved finger shoving it's way into your core.

"Fuck!" You groaned, the mixture of pleasure and pain from the rough texture of the glove and his long, slender finger hitting a spot in you that you had never been able to reach on your own.

You could feel the sweat from your hairline begin to drip down your face, the rough wooden chair digging into your bare ass, his rough gloves gripping you, inside and out.

Your head tipped back as he forcefully shoved yet another long, gloved finger inside you. It went in smoother this time, your wet arousal acting as lubricant. You cry out, clenching around his fingers, and look down to see him mocking you, pretending to silently moan, his eyes rolling back in his head, bucking his hips. Somehow, it turned you on even more.

All of a sudden, his mouth was on you, licking and suckling on your clit, his fingers moving at an ungodly pace. Your hips bucked, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, tears filling your eyes. Your legs burned from the stretch, and the cuts in your thigh stung from the sweat coating your body. You could feel your pussy clenching around his fingers, your core tightening. Moans began pouring out of your mouth.

"I'm going to- I'm going to cum! Fuck!" You moaned, seeing stars as you felt yourself gush around his fingers, coating his chin in your arousal. He pulls his fingers out of you, moving both his hands to cup your thighs, holding you still as he continues to lap up your cum. His tongue inserts itself into you, his mouth sucking up your dripping arousal, overstimulating you.

Tears began to run down your cheeks, the once-nice feeling of his tongue lapping against your folds becoming painful.

"Stop, fuck, please! Please stop it hurts!" You whimpered, trying, and failing, to pull your body away from his.

He paused, glaring up at you before tearing his mouth away from your dripping core. He let go of your legs, letting them fall roughly, your feet painfully hitting the floor and the rough angle of the chair pinching your thighs, causing you to whimper.

He abruptly stood. You couldn't comprehend the look on his face, the look in his eyes. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of pale skin where white makeup used to be. It was almost intimate, like you were seeing a part of him that was truly him, that nobody had ever seen before.

Or, at least had never lived to see before.

He abruptly turned, calmly walking out of the room, through a plastic sheet that had covered an opening you hadn't seen before. You realized that you weren't tied up anymore. This was your chance to escape.

What if it's a trap?

But what if he's letting me go?

You decided to risk it, standing on wobbly legs, arousal and sweat coating your thighs. Blood coated and stained your leg from where it had dripped, your head still pounded from before.

Overall, you were worse for wear.

You were still slightly tipsy, completely naked, and were hurt. You needed to get out of here. You needed to get to a phone, to call the police or one of your friends.

You looked around, thinking of all the possible ways you could escape.

You could go out the way Art did, but that would almost guarantee you would run into him. Not ideal.

You could leave through the other exit that was covered with another tarp, but like you thought before, who knew if it was the exit? It could lead even further into the building. But it could also be an exit.

It was your best shot.

You started to stumble your way to the maybe-exit, your legs heavy and sore. Your head began to really pound, the arousal and adrenaline beginning to wear off. The cuts on your thigh began to bleed again, the stretch of the skin as you walked opening the wounds again. They stung, bad, bringing tears to your eyes.

You made it to the tarp, ripping it back to see what looks like a garage of some kind, filled with cars. That filled you with hope, if there were cars, that meant that there had to be some sort of opening, right? How else would they be able to get them in here?

You sped up, fueled with hope. The only sounds you could hear were your feet slapping against the cold concrete floor. You glanced around as you ran, trying to find either somewhere to escape or a phone to use.

Then you saw it, the wall at the far end of the building was actually a garage door. You only noticed it because it rattled as the wind hit it.

You booked it, running towards the large tin door. Closer and closer you got, closer and closer to salvation. Your legs burned, really burned, your feet sore, your body covered in sweat, grime, and blood.

50 feet away, 40 feet away, 30 feet away. Closer and closer to escape. To fresh air. To your future.

20 feet away, 10 feet away. Almost there. You were actually going to make it.

5 feet away. You made it, your hands slapping against the thin metal door, causing it to shake. You got on your knees, seeing if you could lift up the door, even slightly. Your fingers pried against the metal, slowly opening it, inch by inch, until it was open enough for you to be able to squeeze through. You laid on your stomach, the freezing cold concrete scraping against your breasts as you began to drag yourself through the door to the other side.

You head was through, the cold outside air refreshing. A breath of fresh air, literally. You tried to pull yourself through further, but your wings were caught on the lip of the door, which was just too short for you to be able to fit them through. Your arms flailed behind you, trying to reach the clasp on your back. You had needed help to put them on before you left, given you hadn't been able to reach. Now, you were ripping at the wings, trying to force them off. Hours, days, spend on making these wings, all for you to destroy them in minutes.

Just another thing Art the Clown had taken from you that night.

You, and the ground all around you, were covered with feathers, but the frame of the wings was still too big for you to fit through the door.

You began to cry, tears and snot pouring down your face. You decided to wiggle back through the door and flip onto your back, you might be able to fit more that way.

Flipped onto your back, you began to slip through the door once more. This time, you were able to pull yourself further, your chest completely out of the door into the open. The cool breeze blowing over your face, your chest, reminding you just how vulnerable you were.

You began to pull yourself further, pushing against the ground beside you, the gravel from the ground outside the building digging into your back, into your palms, stinging. You were almost free.

Until you felt hands on your ankles, rough, gloved hands.

"NO! No, please, please let me go! I just want to go home!" You cried, tears pouring from your eyes, attempting to kick your feet away from the clown you knew was gripping them. He held fast, beginning to pull you back. You flailed, shoving against the ground. It was no use, he was pulling you closer and closer, ripping freedom out of your hands like it was nothing. As he pulled you past your chest, you head the only thing left outside the building, you gripped the door above you, the metal slicing into your palms.

As he pulled you all the way inside, tearing your hands away from the door, you felt warm blood running down your hands, your wrists, your arms.

You gave up. You gave up fighting, you gave up trying to escape. You laid there, your arms outstretched above you, blood pooling from the deep gashes in your hands, dripping from your thigh and now from the scratches in your back from the gravel outside. You were grimy, dirty, sweaty. You were a wreck, and you had given up. You had given in to whatever the man, the demon, in front of you wanted to do to you.

You looked up at him, blinking away the tears that blurred your vision. He was looking down at you, towering above you. He looked...disappointed. Disappointed that you decided to escape? That you didn't make it? You couldn't tell. You didn't care. He walked around to your head, nudging you with his boot, waiting for something.

You just stared up at him, completely drained. You had had fun for a moment, before everything became so... real. So terrifying. For a moment, you had thought he would let you go. That you would be able to go home, see your friends, your family.

You were so, so wrong.

Art crouched down, tilting his head as he looked at you, seemingly in thought.

He fixed his makeup, you thought.

He stood up, looking bored with you, like you were a toy that was broken or that he had outgrown.

He leaned over you, pulling something out of somewhere, maybe his pants? Or from behind his back? You couldn't tell.

Next thing you knew, there was a loud bang and a flash. Then nothing.

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Author's Note- THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU MADE IT TO THE END!!!! This took so much longer to finish than I wanted it to, and is, as of now, my longest ever One-Shot! I went a little out of my comfort zone with this one, and yes, you did die at the end. Sorry babes</3

I was also going to add a cannibalism ending, but decided against it since this is supposed to be a smut fic... if you want that tho, please let me know (he literally eats you after you die, and talks about how delicious you and your blood is... yes I'm a freak, I know).

love <3,

urfavsimpingfanficwriter :)

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Weeping Angel

From author: I'm in the mood for ayayui angst, so here's a short story I pulled out my ass

A gush of wind flew past her threads of gold, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. The night wrapped around her frail frame like a velvety cloak, studded with iridescent stars, decorating the darkness into something that could only be described as straight out of the palm of God.

She clutched her rosarie, blue fingers wrapping around the red gems on the cross. She silently prayed for forgiveness, for repentance, for survival. God wouldn't answer, he couldn't hear her over her screaming cries. As her fingers brushed past the stone walls of that oh so cold mansion, she could only think of all the horrible atrocities that she'd been through, of the vile acts that have been committed in those very walls to not just her, but to hundreds of women alike.

Her footsteps quiet and swift as she took off, shoes nowhere to be seen. Her bare feet crunched the leaves and pebbles under her as she muttered quiet prayers. Vampires were nocturnal, they were built for the dark, molded by Satan himself to hunt any creature that dare show its face in the pale moonlight of the earth.

Wrists were bruised blue and black from the chains Ayato had put her in. She can't remember what led to the argument but she did remember how he threw her to the floor and choked her almost completely lifeless. She woke up bound to the dungeon's walls for who knew how long until Subaru set her free. His eyes filled with guilt and disgust as he watched her from the balcony, waiting, lurking, for the right time to leave.

Yui's heart raced as the creatures of the twilight zone all started to harmonize, singing, begging for her to turn back, go back to the only home that would accept her as she was. She shook her head and ran further into the forest, randomizing her directions so it'd be harder to track her down, or at least that's what she hoped for. Could she truly outrun a vampire? Outrun Ayato?

Why was she even running? She's only endangering herself with a false paradise, her dream to make it out of there alive was just that, a dream. No- no, she had to keep running, she had to keep moving. The reason doesn't even matter now, what mattered was that she made it back home. Home... What a strange word. After everything, did she even have a home anymore? If everything she's learnt about her father- NO! She kept doubting herself, doubting even those around her. At that rate, she'll never hear the chatter of strangers on the streets again, or smell her father's cooking, or see the way the sky lights up for the Nagasaki lantern festival, she'll never feel the safety of her bedsheets comforting her after a scary movie.

She can't give it all up, she can't lose her sanity, she can't lose herself. The path in front of her was pitch black, she couldn't even see her own two hands. Snap. Her body froze as her breathing came to a halt. Yui's feet were glued to the ground below her. Her heart pulsed beneath her supple flesh, trying to burst through her chest. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on its edges as this beastly abomination lurked closer to where she was. She didn't have to guess, she knew it was Ayato, she could feel his predatory gaze stalking her. After living with them for so long she grew accustomed to the sound of his movements, of his footsteps.

She held her breath and in an instant she made a run for it in a random direction. Taking off with as much stamina as her body could siphon. Before she could take two steps in front of her, she felt her wrist get twisted as it was yanked backwards, almost popping her arm out of her socket. The injured female cried out in pain as the aggravated red head wrapped his arms around her body, her back pressing into his stomach. Ayato buried his head in the crook of her neck as tears flowed from his prey, almost choking on them.

"Let me go Ayato- Stop it! You can't do this to me anymore!" Yui screamed as she thrashed about, trying to free herself. Ayato slapped his hand over her mouth, refusing to look up from her neck. "Just shut up! I get it! I fucking get it! You want to leave-to run away with some other man and live some kind of fantasy! Well too bad.... I'm all you get.... All you have so you better-"

"ENOUGH AYATO!" Silence drowned them both as neither decided to take reign of the conversation. Yui decided to speak up knowing that Ayato would just turn this whole thing around on her. "I don't want other men- sometimes I don't even want to leave, all I wanted was you..." Ayato spun her around, clutching her bony shoulders, holding her still in place as he watched the expression on her face.

"Wanted?" Ayato repeated. If his heart could beat, it would be going crazy right about now. A cold sweat overtook him as his panicked gaze scanned her lifeless one. "I thought that maybe if we met each other under different circumstances we could've actually been friends, but..... Holding onto thoughts of 'what ifs' is only making me more miserable day by day." Ayato's grip on her began to falter as his body convulsed and shook.

"We can still-" Yui covered her ears and shook her head. "Just stop it Ayato, please! I'm not done." Yui said as she began to tear up once more. "It's gotten to where it isn't just me this is affecting, i- we can't live like this and it's become apparent that you're not going to change." Ayato gulped as a small stream of tears made its way down his face. Her heart aches as she wished she could just wipe his tears and make this all go away, but this isn't something that she can just make disappear, not this time.

"Heh..... Even when you're in so much pain, you're still thinking about others, after everything I've done to you. God you stupid woman, why can't you just be selfish for once!?" Ayato shouted out at Yui as a flood of emotions enveloped him.

"I am! I AM!" Yui retorted back almost violently. "I am being selfish Ayato... I'm not talking about you." The desperate vampire blinked away his tears. "Well who the HELL are you talking about?? There's no one else but us!" Yui's throat grew dry as she tried to figure out how to word her thoughts. Ayato grew impatient and began to shake her shoulders, demanding an answer.

"I'm pregnant! I'm.....oh god-.........I'm pregnant." That last part came out as a whisper as she fell to her knees and began to sob into her hands as Ayato stood there dumbfounded as the world around him began to spin. He crouched down next to her and wrapped his arms around her once again, taking her into his chest. "Yui-" His words were cut short as blood began to pool in his mouth.

Yui sat there as her hands clenched Subaru's knife. She split his flesh open and watched as the crimson liquid dyed her hair and clothes. His limp body fell with a thud as she wailed like a ghastly banshee, screeching into the night sky, as she held his pale face in her equally pale hands. Tears poured onto his bloodied body, coating him in cold mourning. She couldn't fix this, she couldn't pretend that she was ok anymore. Ayato was simply irredeemable.

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Don't Blame Me, Love made me Crazy (if it Doesn't You ain't Doing it Right)

Based on Tumblr posts by Ventique18 concerning Malleus and a father's day joke.

I am a bit late but here is the promised fanfiction of Malleus's response.

First of as much as I like Malleus's character I'm not ( in my personal opinion) very good at writing him. However I decided to wing it since I said I was gonna do this story anyway.

Credit to @ventique18 on Tumblr ( I forgot your AO3 name I apologize).

Malleus x Yuusona even though I'm no good at those type stories.

Likewise chapter 1 of this fic is short and has no NSFW content. But chapter 2 will have sexual content so be warned.

Inspired by: Father's Day tease by Ventique18

Alternative Response here

STORY:

"Good morning Tsunotaro... Happy Father's Day!" Andromeda smiled at him. Her cinnamon brown skin, especially her hands, looked like it had golden glitter on it. Today she was wearing her birthday gift from last year: a dark indigo dress with bishop sleeves and a asymmetrical mermaid style skirt that trailed on the floor. The rounded, puffy cowl layer at the waist also had the pale green vine detail. She sat on a chair and made herself comfortable.

He paused as if mentally saying "MalleusDraconia.exe has stopped working due to an error. Would you like to restart?"

It was a meaningless joke, even given they were in an intimate relationship. But they loved each other enough to appreciate each other's efforts to be ~~shameless~~ a playful tease. She was about to drop her punchline, when she was stopped by his astonished face.

Correction: astonished face decorated with a single tear down his cheek.

"oh-- No, I-- I didn't intend for you to tear up-- It's--only" she started.

Malleus knelt in front of her clasping her hands: "Are you pregnant?"

'Ah fuck…'

She began chuckling awkwardly: "Haha, Now listen, I--"

"That's good! I'm not alone in the world anymore. Though I have my grandmother, there has always been a nagging emptiness inside me that I could not fill."

Well, that was heavy. Panic welled in her chest. She felt completely torn, so much, she was sure she had a headache. Because she was, in fact, not pregnant.

"Perhaps it's simply overcompensating for being orphaned, but I've always wished for a family of my own. Wished, and despaired. Despaired that no one in this world would actually want to be with me." He continued.

"Umm. Tsu- Tsunotaro," she blushed. Now that he poured out his feelings she felt the joke was cruel.

"But now, you're here with me. I would have been content with just you and me."

"Oh But you..! Today You're telling me... A product of our love..." He carried on over her comment.

"Funny story about that, Malleus…." She tried again.

'Finally... Another blessing in my wretched life…' he nestled against her breast quite comfortably and she sweatdropped.

"-alleus!"

"Malleus!"

Alarmed at the concern in her tone he snapped out of his reverie.

"Ah!? Yes, what is it?" He startled, then collected himself.

" I've been trying to get your attention for ten minutes, I'm surprised you zoned out so quickly," she said, pushing a a lock of her curly black mane of hair off her shoulder.

"Tsunotaro... Darling... Love of my life..." She started nervously.

"Yes? Is there something you want? You may have it of course, anything for you and the child's happiness," he responded without batting an eyelash.

She startled. "I'm. Not. actually w-with child," she breathed and he hugged her tighter before letting her go. She blinked tearfully at his disappointed expression.

He dried her eyes. Not many tears had fallen but she had gotten worked up wondering how he'd react.

Gulping silently she tried to put the conversation on a lighter note.

"But! but–! You know my Roar Roar Drago? The one we bought and paired as your Tamagotchi's wife?" She grabbed her tamagotchi off her desk.

He inclined his head to show he still heard her. "Um, it just so happens that she's pregnant, even though I am not."

His expression was oddly neutral as if trying to settle an emotion to be for the rest of the day and coming up empty. She laughed nervously. "Sorry for getting your hopes up, I'm really bad at jokes you know…."

The heavy silence was only broken by the beeping of their duo Roar Roar Dragos asking to be fed.

Finally Malleus had a response.

"Ah I see it was one of your jokes." He commented and she went rigid.

"Y-yup one of my poor jokes that aren't actually funny, you're welcome to get even as you see fit," she rambled as she fidgeted with her engagement ring.

Malleus had an unnatural momentary glint in his eyes. "Indeed. I shall think about my response," he said smoothly.

"Well…There aren't any clouds in the sky…" she noted looking out the window. "I'd say that went over pretty well,"

Endnotes:

Andromeda [formerly known as Redacted]

She shares her height with Azul and Cater (176 cm)

Her concept is a conglomeration of Vanessa (both 1959 Little Mermaid and 2023 Live-Action adaptation), Belle (Beauty and the Beast), Tiana (Princess and the Frog)

I was gonna put Andromeda in a recolor version of Maleanor Draconia's dress.

(I hate that I fucking struggled to spell that. And TwstEN added more letters….) But I looked again at ALL the details of the silver parts and quit.

I still did the dress, just… budget version.

Before you go!

The fic is also available on Ao3 under my pseudo name YourGildedCage, similar to one of my Tumblr alternate accounts. That way the fic can be downloaded if desired (when it's complete of course).

The link is here:

Chapter 2 will be up soon!

[aettuddae]

hole in one — chapter 58.

⌕ synopsis: at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, where everyone is battling to be the center of attention, yu jimin is just a regular. people want her because of her beauty, but all she cares about is sharing her freaky stuff with her friends and passing her subjects. although there's one thing that might push her out of her comfort zone, revenge. when nakamura kazuha, one of the richest and most well-known students of NCU, starts to spread gossip about her for thousands of followers to see, jimin decides to get back by taking away the thing kazuha cares about the most: her perfect girlfriend, the young golf star, kwon haru.

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"how are you coping with being completely ignored for about two hours?" minhyuk asked karina as he popped another fish cake into his mouth.

"i'm fine." the appointee folded her arms, acting exaggeratedly nonchalant. "as you guys told me the four times i threatened to leave: she's with her girlfriend, and i respect that she has a girlfriend." she reiterated.

"exactly, my friend. besides," seungkwan paused to take a bite of his hotteok. "you said you'd take distance from her and that's what you're doing now." the addressed and minhyuk nodded. "in a healthy way where you can still have good times together."

"but we're not having good times together, we're just being around each other!" the girl exalted, shouting in a whisper so as not to be heard by who was the center of the conversation, who was walking a little ahead of them, holding her girlfriend by the waist.

"stay calm." the golfer pointed the thin stick with food on it towards her. "you were mad at her first." he reminded.

"yes, but i have a reason to be, meanwhile she's ignoring me just because."

"not 'just because', she's with her girlfriend who hates you." reasoned his best friend.

"but why would she inv-"

"oh, crystals!" squealed haru excitedly, distracting the three people from their chat.

the girl stopped next to a small stall filled with handcrafted accessories and decorations, especially things that included various crystals. she nodded her head politely to the woman who was tending and began to look at what it was offering. the group a few steps behind the couple moved a little closer to wait for her as she picked something out.

"love, look!"

she pointed towards some models of couple necklaces. they were simple, just a lace holding a beautifully stylized metal, which held a stone of your choice inside. the fun of these was that the material that held the crystal detached from a small magnet, so that if both necklaces were brought close enough, they would inevitably come together.

haru took two and began swinging them in the air, playing, watching them stick and peel off, causing her to laugh, and thus the others as well.

"what do you say?" she turned to her partner and raised her arms, still holding the two objects in her hands, as these were connected, bringing these up to her face level to properly show them to her.

"oh, you really want to buy those?" questioned kazuha with surprise, the joy leaving her face.

"don't you want to?" kwon dropped her arms.

"baby, i don't like them." she confessed, guilt showing all over her face. "they look..." she thought. "i don't know, cheap." she mumbled trying not to let the lady manning the stall hear.

"they have magnets." she lifted the product again, making both pieces collide, as if she wanted to prove kazuha wrong.

"sorry." she shook her head, trying to maintain sympathy.

haru turned around spiritless, her face dull, and put the necklaces back in place, dedicating a few apologies to the owner for wasting her time.

"i've never liked a person less." opined the short boy and took another bite of his dessert.

"she's the nicest person in the world!" added minhyuk wryly.

"guys, i can't. it's the barney effect." blurted out jimin suddenly as she watched the golfer apologize.

"k, you have to get away from her." warned the athlete, putting his hand on the girl's shoulder to stop her as she started walking towards his friend.

"jimmy, kazuha hates you!" murmured seungkwan in exasperation, trying to grab her jacket to pull her back.

"you tried to kiss her and you don't know why! karina!" the taller one tried to talk some sense into her, but she was already by the stall.

"how pretty those rings! hello!" she greeted the woman behind the table cheerfully, then linked her arm with her trainer's to keep her next to her as she pretended to analyze the options in front of her.

seeing her friend's action, the two males who had been left behind moved in quick strides, trying to remain unnoticed, and stood on either side of kazuha. just in case.

"i love those necklaces, are these the ones you liked?" she gestured toward the ornaments, then she turned her head to look at the woman, who wasn't even surprised by her abrupt actions, as she was still slumped over.

"yes." she affirmed, jaundiced. "they have magnets." she reported.

"do you like crystals?"

"yes, they're nice." she looked at the ones on the table. "i don't really care if they have properties, i just think they're very beautiful."

"which one did you want?" jimin took her eyes off haru, trying to look casual as she scanned over the stand.

"that one, it's my zodiac's" she aimed her finger at a specific stone. "and i was going to ask for the peridot for zuha, because i read that it's leo's birthstone." she smiled shyly. "zuha is a leo."

karina felt her heart squeezing, she couldn't help but feel compassion and annoyance at the same time at how much it thrilled the older to simply share with her partner something of their own, like their birthstones, and that the latter still hadn't accepted.

"could i have a pair of these, please, with this stone?" jimin suddenly asked the seller, pointing to the gem haru had told her she wanted. "and which one relates to aries?"

kwon was moving her head all over the place in confusion and surprise, looking to understand what was going on, also to find her girlfriend's reaction and avoid anything that might happen. but she seemed to be calm, serious, but calm.

the professional couldn't guess if it was because her friends were guarding her like two bodyguards, or if it was because she knew that if she wanted to have avoided the reaction of her couple's new friend, she should've accepted the necklaces in the first place.

"oh, the diamond." the woman replied excitedly to the question jimin had asked. "it's strong and brilliant, like aries." she described as she began to prepare both personified pieces.

"then, the other one be with the diamond." she requested happily after hearing the description. "did you hear? she said i'm brilliant." she boasted confidently to her companion, causing her to laugh.

they stood in silence for a few minutes, waiting for their new acquisition to be ready, karina still with her arm wrapped around haru's. minhyuk and seungkwan started chatting to pass the moment, trying to include kazuha to distract her and keep her from losing the patience she was surprisingly keeping.

once ready, the younger one thanked the woman and paid, not allowing her teacher to spend money, and then passed hers to her. they each tied the one that belonged to them around their necks and immediately began to joke around with the function of the magnets, graciously moving their heads and bodies to cause the accessories to flutter and see if they could get them to join.

"oh!" they shouted in unison vivaciously once they got it to happen only to burst into laughter after by their reaction.

"thank you." haru said sincerely once she stopped laughing and separated both stones. "i really wanted them." she looked at her friend tenderly.

"i didn't do it for you." the said raised a judging eyebrow and with her hand pushed her hair back. "they're awesome, i wanted one for myself." she averted her gaze, faking disinterest.

but her act of indifference was not very helpful nor did it last that long, as haru abruptly jumped in to wrap her in a hug, resting her head on her shoulder and squeezing her tightly, but not hurting her.

"thank you, jimmy!" she claimed again before quickly pulling away.

"you're welcome, haru." she replied looking at her lovingly before she walked away to show her new accessory to her girlfriend.

[sleepingdeath-light]

winged s/o hcs ; golden cheese cookie

requested by ; anonymous (04/11/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; golden cheese cookie

outline ; “if it’s not too much trouble, could I request golden cheese with a winged reader ?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

you having wings wouldn’t impact your relationship with her too much — in that you’re still just as likely to be spoiled rotten and waited on hand and foot — but there would be a few distinct differences in how she’d approach physical affection and your dates as a couple

of course preening and mutual wing care becomes a big thing for the two of you once your relationship is official (she can’t have her beloved consort going out with their wings in such an unsightly state, after all) and it becomes something of a nightly ritual for the two of you to massage and preen and fluff each others wings until they look just right

it’s a slow process and done exclusively in private: delicately and slowly removing any damaged feathers, carefully washing each wing to make sure they’re as clean as possible and all debris and detritus is gone, smoothing out every feather until everything is in its proper place, gently pat each wing until they’re completely dry, and then turn around so that the process can be repeated on you

she buys you so many products and ornaments to help care for and decorate your wings safely — you will never be without something to make your wings look, feel, and smell nice so long as you’re with her (and she might even buy you matching decorations to go with all of your matching jewellery just to further emphasise the face that you’re in a relationship with the golden sovereign herself)

if you never learned how to fly then she’s more than happy to teach you — and despite her reputation she’s nothing short of patient and encouraging when it comes to you, which is exactly what you need when you’re trying to leap out of your comfort zone

you two go on random flights together all of the time — whether that’s just to take in the glory and beauty of the golden cheese kingdom, to visit her friends abroad, or just to clear your heads after a long day of doing your royal duties — and whilst they’re mostly very calming and filled with laughter and lightness, occasionally she’ll make it into a sort of friendly competition about who can go the fastest, who can perform the most impressive tricks in the air, etc.

really they’re just another way for her to show off to you and earn your awe and respect, but she’s more than happy to fawn over you in turn if you manage to win those friendly competitions (even if she’s a bit of a sore loser at times)

in addition to her usual collection of pet names she uses with you, she’ll also occasionally use some that allude to your wings — e.g. ‘my precious little bird’, or something more specific to your person whilst still being along those lines

if you wrap your wings around you whilst you’re hugging or sleeping in bed together then she’ll get the cutest little smile on her face as she pulls you closer and wraps her wings around you in return — of course by then you’re either already asleep or have your face buried in the crook of your neck so you’re unlikely to ever see it, but you don’t need to see her smiling to know that she is because she’s so very easy to read

[roguelov]

Imagine Dream and you watching a scary movie and you being terrified even though you know it's not real. Dream comforts you by holding you close and snuggling with you.

Yes!!! This one for all my scaredy cats (me included!)

Why?

Why did you think this was a good idea?

You thought you would step out of your comfort zone and watch a scary movie, one everyone recommended and praised about.

However, your body was on high alert. You clutched a decorative pillow from your couch tight to your chest. It was your only comfort. You wanted to tear your eyes away from the unfolding scene, but you couldn’t. You had to know what happens, despite the fear you were slowly choking on.

When a rather intense scene popped up, you whipped your head away wincing. A whimper almost bubbles out of you.

Dream peered over at you. While you were curled into a ball, clutching a pillow with wide eyes, Dream was sitting comfortably unbothered.

His heart broke at the sight.

Dream spoke softly, “Come here, my dear.”

He didn’t wait for your answer. He immediately wrapped his arms over your shoulders, drawing you towards him. Dropping the pillow, you fell into him and nuzzled your face into his chest.

“I feel so stupid,” you muttered quietly. “It’s just a dumb movie.”

He rubbed your back. “A movie whose purpose is to frighten you, so no it is not stupid.”

You grumbled.

A loud bang followed by a scream made you jump. Your whole body tensed up frozen in fear.

Dream tightened his arms around you, whispering, “It’s okay, I would never let anything harm you.”

You exhaled slowly, trying to calm yourself.

“Here.” Dream waved his hand, shutting off the tv. “Now, nothing should scare you.”

“… thanks.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Shall I put on a different movie? Something more lighthearted?”

“No, this is fine.”

“Perhaps, I can tell you a story instead.”

A smile tugged on your lips. “Please?”

“Of course.”

Taking a deep breath, his hypnotic voice wrapped around you. He trailed his finger along your back drawing shapes as you completely relaxed into him. He instantly weaved a story of adventure and most of all of love.

And in seconds, you were fast asleep.

Dream smiled. No nightmares will bother you. Only sweet dreams for his sweet mortal.

[gina103]

Christmas Break Part 1!

Ember and Jamie are back, and it's Christmas in July! it's been such a long time since I posted anything with them. I'll try to get part 2 out this next week or so. Enjoy!

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Ember felt absolutely sick to her stomach.

Winter break had finally begun, and the excitement in the air was tangible. Now that finals were over, which had been a grueling experience for both Jamie and Ember, Jamie doing the studying and exam taking, and Ember being the tutor/study buddy, they were now on the way to Jamie’s family home for the break.

Whether it was the carsickness or the fact that she was going to be spending the entire break with Jamie, Ember’s stomach was flipping like an Olympic gymnast. She was excited, of course. This was her first time being so far from home, and she was going to experience Christmas with someone else for the first time since the death of her family. She imagined Jamie’s house, all decorated with lights just like in the movies, with a beautiful Christmas tree, lavished in ornaments and twinkling lights. There would be presents, music, laughter, and most importantly, there would be Jamie.

It would be an amazing opportunity to see where Jamie grew up, and to overall, get to know him more on a deeper level. Because one thing that Ember had realized was that she cared for Jamie in a way unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. In spending more time with him, hopefully, she could figure out what her strange new feelings meant.

Slowly, she snuck a glance at Jamie in the driver’s seat. Ember was situated in the passenger seat, wrapped up in a bundled-up scarf. Jamie was obviously driving, one hand was gripping the steering wheel, the other in his lap tapping to the beat of the music playing. His eyes were fixed on the road, but Ember could tell he was excited, she could see the smile worming in and out of his facial expression, he loved his family so much. He had told her about his little sister and how he couldn’t wait to see how much she’d grown in his absence. Her name was Sarah, she was seven years old and according to Jamie, the cutest little girl you’d ever see.

Ember knew it wouldn’t be wise to reveal herself to any of his family members, so they mutually agreed to keep her a secret from them. He didn’t have any pets so there wasn’t anything to worry about on that front, thank God.

“You ok?” Jamie asked her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Just a little nervous,” Ember replied.

“About what exactly?”

“Well, everything,” Ember gazed up at the car’s ceiling, “I don’t know how everything’s going to go, and this whole idea is just so completely out of my comfort zone…”

She trailed off, feeling Jamie’s glances at her.

“It’ll all be fine. Don’t worry, it’s totally normal to be nervous. You’re actually doing better than I thought you would,” he said comfortingly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I thought you would’ve thrown up by now.”

“Gross!”

They both laughed for a moment before Jamie continued.

“But seriously though, you might be nervous right now but when we get there, it’ll all melt away. I mean, when I first moved into college, I felt exactly the same as you.”

Ember briefly remembered move-in day, it all felt so long ago. That was before everything, before she’d ever met Jamie. Life felt so different than it did now. Before Jamie, life used to pass by in a blurry haze, with nothing to remember it by and nothing to live for with nothing to do but survive. Oh, how far away that was now.

“Did you? I didn’t think humans really got nervous about things like that,” Ember observed.

“What did you think we got nervous about?”

Ember thought for a moment. She didn’t really imagine humans being nervous at all, they were so big and seemed so impenetrable that she couldn’t really conceptualize what they would have to be nervous about.

“I don’t know, maybe your little gadgets not working?” she finally said.

Jamie let out a laugh, “Well, you aren’t wrong on that front.”

They continued to pass the time with their small conversations, each one working to melt away Ember’s nerves a little bit at a time. The scenery outside the window flashed by too quickly for her to comprehend. Fields dotted with cows, trees still clinging to the last of their leaves, an overcast sky, it all had it’s own beauty in a way. Jamie mentioned that he would make a ‘hot chocolate’ drink for her to try once they reached their destination, and Ember was very much looking forward to it, but the thought of reaching their destination also made her palms sweaty. She was glad her hands were too small for Jamie to notice.

At last, Jamie pulled up into the driveway of a pleasant looking suburban home.

He looked down at her after he put his car in park. “You ready? It’s gonna be a little bit crazy until I can get to my room.”

Ember took a deep breath, puffing up her chest a pit to emphasize whatever slimmer of confidence she had. “I’m ready.”

“Alright.”

Jamie laid out his hand for her to climb on. Once she was settled, he moved her to a pocket on the inside of his jacket, closest to his body.

“I wore this jacket specifically for this,” He joked, “no chance anyone will notice a lump.”

“How clever.” Ember agreed playfully. She slipped into the pocket, immediately noticing how warm it was, Jamie’s heartbeat thumped loudly, she could hear and feel his lungs expanding and contracting. A blush spread on her face, why did this feel so intimate?

The last thing she could clearly see was the cloud-covered sky as Jamie got out of his car.

“Mom!”

-

He saw his mother almost running towards him, his father following close behind.

“Jamie!” His mother called, getting ready to wrap him in one of her bone-crushing hugs.

Jamie’s eyes widened. This could spell disaster for his little passenger. He stuck his hands out frantically.

“Wait, Mom don’t!”

His mom stopped abruptly in confusion.

“Y-you remember how I told you my allergies were really bad right now? Well, my chest hurts pretty badly so it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to hug me.” Expertly handled.

“Oh, your chest hurts?” Motherly concern bloomed across her face instantly, “do you need to go to the doctor?”

“Honey! He’s fine, he’ll tell you if he needs the doctor,” his father interrupted, “Mom has been nonstop worrying about your drive.”

Jamie gave a lighthearted laugh. His mother was notoriously worried about everything.

“Well, I saw there was an accident on the highway, and I didn’t know whether you got stuck in traffic or anything,” she responded.

“The drive went fine, we- I didn’t run into any bad traffic,” Jamie said. His father was busy grabbing his suitcases out of the trunk.

“That’s good. Sarah is so excited to see you.”

“Speaking of Sarah, where is she?” His father asked closing the trunk.

Jamie was wondering the same until he saw the front door fly open once again, and a head of wispy blond hair belonging to his little sister darted towards him.

“Jamie!” Her high-pitched voice echoed. She almost slammed into him. Evidently, she inherited bone-crushing hugs from their mother. Thankfully, she didn’t quite reach his chest height-wise, therefore posing no consequences for his little passenger.

“Oh wow! You’ve gotten so big!” Jamie said enthusiastically.

“No, I haven’t!” She replied, “I’m still shorter than a lot of my friends!”

“Your friends must be giants then!”

His parents watched on fondly until his father coughed. “Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here.”

“It’s only 45, honey.”

“You’re from the Midwest, of course you would say that.”

Jamie walked into his childhood home and was delighted to see it decked out for the holidays already. The 7-foot-tall Christmas tree stood in the living room, ornaments covered it from head to toe, some hand-made from his and Sarah’s kindergarten days, some gifted to them by friends and family. Their four stockings hung down from the mantle, and a fire was already roaring. The movie Home Alone played on the TV, and Jamie felt his body decompress, the house felt so cozy, he had missed home dearly. He wished Ember could see everything he saw at the moment. He had scarcely felt any movement from his pocket since he got out of the car.

“I can take your jacket from you, your dad’s turned the house into a space heater,” his mother said holding her hands out for his jacket.

“Oh no, it’s fine, I’ll take it off in a little bit. I’ve got to start unpacking anyway.”

“Well ok, dinner should be ready in a little bit, I’ll call you when we’re ready to eat.”

Jamie nodded, grabbed his suitcases, and started upstairs to his bedroom. Ember had to be getting uncomfortable at this point, he couldn’t imagine being trapped in a pocket for this long, it had to be claustrophobic. He opened the door to his room and sighed in contentment, it had barely changed at all.

His bed was made, that was different, and the carpeted floors were freshly vacuumed, his mother’s doing no doubt. He set his suitcases down on the floor and closed the door, locking it in case Sarah barged in unexpectedly, she’d always had a habit of doing that.

He sat down on the bed. It was so much softer than his dorm bed. He felt a rush of excitement at the thought of going to sleep in it tonight. Slowly, he peeked into his inside jacket pocket, he hadn’t heard a peep from Ember yet since they’d been alone, and he found out why.

She was curled up inside his pocket sound asleep.

His heart warmed at the sight of her, how was she able to sleep with all the racket surrounding them? Jamie had no idea, but she looked absolutely adorable like that.

“Jamie! Dinner!” He heard his mother call.

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he reached down into his pocket as gently as possible, slowly gathering Ember into his grasp and lifting her out of his pocket. He delicately placed her on one of his pillows. Somehow, that movement didn’t wake her up. He grabbed one of his blankets and arranged it so she was covered up to her head. Staring down at her tiny form, he felt a surge of fondness in his chest, he really wished he could give her a kiss too, but that would wake her up for sure. Instead, he rose from the bed, took off his jacket, and left the room as quietly as possible, taking one last look at her miniscule form on his pillow before heading downstairs to eat.

-

Ember slowly opened her eyes.

Taking in her surroundings, she realized she was in Jamie’s bedroom by herself. Listening quietly, she heard faint voices coming from downstairs and the sound of plates clattering.

They must be having dinner.

She sat up, she must have nodded off to sleep in Jamie’s pocket somehow. Her borrowing instincts must have decayed severely, she’d always been a light sleeper. Well, she’d barely slept the night before the road-trip. That may have caught up to her, also the fact that Jamie’s pocket had to have been the most comfortable place she’d ever slept in. It was just so warm, and the sound of his heartbeat was so close, she’d felt sleep clawing to take over her body as soon as she’d gotten settled. She couldn’t blame herself for giving in.

Now that she was in Jamie’s room, she felt her curiosity take over. This was his bedroom in the house he grew up in. She stood up on the cushy and uneven surface of the pillow. making her way across the bed towards his nightstand, she could see a desk across the room, cluttered with books, cups full of pens and pencils, and small picture frames containing photos that were too far away to make out the people in them. Besides his desk, there was a good-sized window right above it where Ember could see the sky had darkened quite a bit, it must’ve been late in the evening by now. The walls were a soft beige color with framed pictures and posters of various kinds littering them, a small TV was mounted in the corner, the floor was clean with vacuum marks, no clothes in sight, quite opposite from his dorm room. His navy blue and plaid duvet was cleanly arranged as well. The last thing Ember noticed was a certain picture frame directly to her right on the nightstand. Taking a closer look, she felt a smile spread across her face. It was a picture of Jamie. He couldn’t have been more than ten years old in the photo. He was holding up some kind of fish, with a huge proud smile on his face. An older man stood beside him, with one hand on Jamie’s shoulder and the other pointing at the fish. This must be his dad.

Ember felt her heart swell ten times. Little Jamie was just so darn cute.

At that moment, Ember heard human footsteps getting closer and closer to the door. Her borrowing instincts kicked in heavily, sending Ember scrambling back across the bed and diving underneath the blanket fully. She heard the door open and close softly.

“Ember?” Jamie’s voice whispered.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Ember poked her head out to see Jamie standing there with a plate in hand. He smiled upon seeing her right where he left her and sat on the bed.

“I brought you some dinner, I figured you’d be hungry.”

He put the plate down on the bed next to the pillow.

“It’s grilled chicken and some vegetables. I grabbed the smallest plate I could find.”

“Thank you so much, I'm actually starving,” Ember said gratefully. She made her way off the pillow and began eating the tiny portion he had gotten for her. She made a soft ‘mmm’ noise upon taking a bite, the meat was so juicy and flavorful.

“This is delicious!” She stuffed another bite into her already full mouth.

“My mom’s cooking will do that to you,” Jamie replied. He watched her amusedly.

They were quiet for a moment while Ember continued eating, and Jamie began opening his suitcases to unpack.

“So, how was your little nap?” He asked, putting clothes into his dresser.

Ember blushed in embarrassment. “Oh, it was alright I guess.”

“Just alright? It seemed more than alright to me.”

“I barely got any sleep last night. I was bound to fall asleep sooner or later.”

“Sureee.”

Ember's blush intensified, “stop smirking at me! I was sleep deprived!”

“I’m not smirking.”

“Yes, you were!”

“No, I wasn’t! Maybe you’re still sleep deprived, do you need to go back in my pocket?”

“Jamie!”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Jamie laughed.

Ember was sufficiently flustered now, and it didn’t help that Jamie definitely seemed to enjoy winding her up.

A soft knock was heard at the door, sending Ember’s heart to a screeching halt. She looked at Jamie who was frantically motioning for her to hide. She rushed to dive under the blanket once again just as the door opened a crack.

“Hey, do you want to come down? We’re putting a movie on downstairs,” Ember heard a woman’s voice say. Jamie’s mom.

It was pitch black underneath the blanket. “You guys can watch without me, I’m really tired from driving today,” she heard Jamie respond.

“Oh, okay…” She could tell his mother was disappointed, “Get some rest then, honey. Hopefully your chest will feel better tomorrow.”

“I will, Mom.”

The door closed softly.

“She’s gone,” Jamie whispered.

Ember crawled out from under the blanket. “Your chest is hurting?”

“No, I only said that to keep her from hugging me earlier,” Jamie looked at her suddenly, “you were asleep the whole time I was trying to keep you from being crushed.”

Ember laughed. “That means you did a really good job protecting me then.”

“Go me, I guess.”

It went quiet for a moment before Ember spoke again. “You don’t have to stay with me the entire time. You should go spend time with your family.”

“And leave my honored guest by herself? No way. I spent plenty of time with them at dinner.”

“But your mom said- “

“I want to hang out with you, Em. I didn’t bring you home out of obligation. I did it because I want to spend time with you, ok?”

Ember blushed. “O-ok…”

He smiled down at her, in that fond way that he always did nowadays. He reached out and took her hand in between his two fingers, warmly caressing it in a reassuring way.

“So, how about that hot chocolate?”

[orchestratedemotion]

The lovely @glasscushion tagged me to talk about 2024 books and I'm all too happy to oblige!

In this essay you will learn that I've never known peace... anyway. If you'd like an unedited ramble about books, please read on!

University completely ruined my ability to read for fun. Books were my first love, prior to high school I easily read 50+ books a year. In high school this dropped to 30-ish, and post high school, well. I was averaging maybe 5 books a year.

2024 was my first year of post-grad, full-time work and I finally remembered that books are a thing that you read, they're not just decorative. I started with a goal of 12, made that 25 when I smashed that in May, and finally finished the year on 30.

Working in public policy put me (a non-fiction fiend at heart) into an environment full of well-read people with great recommendations, so my 2024 reads were mostly non-fiction. I have a background in public health and genetics, this is definitely reflected in my reads. There was also some political commentary in there, a lot of critical thinking about the future of AI, and a handful of F1 releases.

My top 5 non-fiction reads:

Empire of Pain - Patrick Radden Keefe. A delve into America's opioid crisis through the lens of a New York Times journalist. It's 500 pages but didn't feel like it, I flew through it like it was the most gripping novel. I would recommend to anyone who loves long-form or investigative journalism.

Code Breaker - Walter Isaacson. This is an accessible yet interesting look at the long history and development of the CRISPR-Cas9 gene editing technology and explores it's incredible potential and the surrounding ethical considerations.

The Coming Wave - Mustafa Suleyman. What will the future of AI look like, and what do we as a society need to do to prevent the worst case scenarios that people love to throw around? A call for guardrails and effective AI policy.

Maybe You Should Talk To Someone - Lori Gottlieb. I really do love a memoir. The story of a therapist and her therapist, overlaid against the stories of her own patients.

Shortest Way Home - Pete Buttigieg. The memoir strikes again, and what can I say? I'm a sucker for an eloquent man with a brain and a moral compass.

Bonus: My Brother's Ashes are in a Sandwich Bag - Michelle Brasier. You HAVE to listen to this one as an audiobook. Michelle is a comedian, using comedy to process the death of her father and brother to genetic cancer which will almost certainly impact her at some point in her life. I've never laughed and cried so hard simultaneously. Her storytelling style is so me, I've never felt so seen.

My fiction reads tend to be mostly literary fiction, in 2025 my goal is to diversify the voices I read. I only read 7 fiction books in 2024 so a top 5 seems ridiculous, but I loved:

The Work - Bri Lee. I am fond of Bri as a non-fiction writer. I've devoured all of her work and love her Substack, so couldn't wait to get my hands on her debut novel.

The Pairing - Casey McQuiston. Anything Casey releases I will love, this one is no different. I yearn for Europe with good food and wine, so this was always going to be the book for me.

Open Water - Caleb Azumah Nelson. I'm late to the party on this one, but this tiny little book gets under your skin and packs a punch.

I've already finished 5 books for 2025, I'm trying to get back to my roots and finish 52 - I'm excited to give it a go. I've joined the reading challenge of my local book store and a few different book clubs, mostly to try and increase my fiction intake and get out of my comfort zone. (I'm reading Pride and Prejudice rn! She's a classics girly now!)

Wish me luck, see you for the 2025 wrap up. If you've made it this far, please talk to me about books! Follow @ caitrambles on Storygraph!

[seb-reads31]

Request: None technically?? But this is a sort of part 2 of the Diavolo x tsundere!reader head canons though

Part 1

Tw's - None

Type - Fic

Genre - Fluff

Comments - I'm excited for this lol, my 2nd fic 💪 Dia may be slightly off character? I apologize beforehand if he is ;-;

Tsundere Cuddles

You and Diavolo had been dating for nearly a year now, about 7 months after the start of the exchange program, and he was slowly but surely getting you more used to physical affection.

It was.. rough to begin with, but over time you got a bit more warmed up to things. Dia would push you out of your comfort zone little by little, until you started seeking out affection from him on your own, which melted his heart.

And today, Diavolo was ready to try something completely new for the both of you.

Cuddling.

Neither of you had done it with a romantic partner before, and he felt as if you were ready for it, so, with slightly shaking hands, he picked up his D.D.D., and messaged you, asking if you could come over to the castle today.

You were slightly surprised he had messaged you so suddenly, but you were happy nonetheless. And so, you quickly started picking out the perfect outfit to wear, but in the middle of you grabbing your clothes, you heard your D.D.D. go off again. It was, Diavolo.? He sent a other message saying to get dress comfortably, like pajamas??

Was he not so secretly inviting you over for a sleepover again? ..possibly, he's done it before. You shrugged slightly then walked over to your dresser, grabbing a slightly oversized t-shirt and some sweatpants, tossing a hoodie on top then head to the front door.

Luckily, none of the brothers were out and about to question where you were going, so you were able to "sneak" out easily.

When you arrived, you had just barely reached your hand up to knock when the doors suddenly opened, revealing Barbatos, Diavolo's personal butler.

"The young master has been expecting you, please, come in." He spoke in his normal calm but slightly sweet tone of voice, moving to the side to led you in.

"Oh, uh, thank you Barbatos.." You replied with a surprised look, but quickly shook it off, walking inside the castle that had yet to take your breath away at the decor of it alone.

Barbatos just nodded, then led you to where Diavolo was, and more than likely where he was planning a ton of fun activities for the both of you to enjoy.

After a small walk, Barbatos had taken you to Diavolo's room, knocking on the door. "M'lord, MC has arrived." There was rustling on the other side of the door, then a slightly shakey voice responded. "Come in," was all that needed to be said before Barbatos opened the door, and stepping to the side and let you walk in, and see Diavolo in... a dragon onesie..?

"Ah! MC, you're here! I'm so glad you could make it, come come! Sit with me," he patted the spot next to him on his bed very excitedly. You agreed with a small blush spreading across your cheeks, matched with a pout forming on your lips as you sat down on the spot Diavolo was patting.

"So.." You started, fidgeting with your fingers nervously as you avoided looking your boyfriend in the eyes. He caught on to your slightly flustered state, starting to answer your question. "Ah! Yes, right, well, you know how I've been helping you get used to affection and such, right?" You nodded, slowly looking up at Diavolo with a curious look, telling him silently to continue.

"Well.." Diavolo began, but hesitated with a small blush adorning his cheeks as well. He took a deep breath then gave you a confident look, despite his rosey cheeks, "I invited you over to my castle today to ask you if you would like to try something new!"

You tilted your head to the side curiously, wondering what this 'something new' could be. "I read online that couples often partake in cuddling when they feel comfortable enough with each other. And I was wondering if you wanted to give it a try!" He looked at you with such child-like excitement, he was so precious, you found it hard saying no to him. Not only that, but because you knew he would stop immediately if you felt uncomfortable.

That didn't stop your face from turning into a deep shade of crimson at the thought of being so close with him however. You had gotten used to the random questions regarding affection from him enough that you were able to think about this thoroughly. And after a few moments of thinking, you gave him a small nod, silently telling him that you wanted to give it a try too.

"Yay!" He exclaimed with stars in his eyes, quickly pulling out his D.D.D., and going to his gallery to show you a few pictures. "I went ahead and looked for different cuddling positions that you might like, pick whichever one you would like to start with MC." He handed you his D.D.D. so you could look at the different photos. There were only three, which you silently thanked Dia for. You didn't want to be overwhelmed with a bunch of different cuddling positions, so you greatly appreciated this.

The first one was a half spoon position, where your head would be resting on his chest, and his arm would be wrapped around you slightly. (Like this)

The second one was called the embrace, where your face would be nuzzled against Diavolo's chest as his arms wrapped around you, hence the name.

And finally, it was just you laying on top of him, head resting against his chest. (This was the best one I could find-)

(Because all of them end up with you laying your head on his chest, pick your favorite <33)

You picked the one you wanted to try first, and showed Diavolo, handing him his D.D.D. back at the same time. He gave you a quick nod, laying down and waiting for you to cuddle up to him at your own pace.

You slowly but surely got into your position, but laid there somewhat stiffly, unsure of where to put your arms, where to put your legs, where to put your head, anything.

"MC, is it alright if I guide you a bit? You look a bit stiff there." Diavolo gave you a curious, yet caring look, waiting for you to give him permission before doing anything. Because you were so unsure of what to do, you gave him a small nod, trying to ease the tension in your arms slightly as Diavolo gently grabbed them, guiding them to where they need to be for the cuddling position you picked out.

"Is it alright if I wrap my arms around you now?" His voice was soft and gentle, almost like a fluffy cloud in the sky. You gave him another small nod, trying to relax a little as his arm(s) slowly embraced you, one of his hands started to rub up and down your back in a soothing motion.

He was so warm.. and surprisingly soft. With the combination of Dia rubbing your back and his warmth soaking through his onesie, you started to relax against him, your eyes starting to flutter shut as you finally let yourself fall asleep against Diavolo.

He had noticed you falling asleep, but didn't say anything so he wouldn't ruin the sweet moment you two were sharing, instead, letting his own eyes flutter shut, joining you in a wonderful land full of dreams.

About an hour later Barbatos had come to "check" on you two as you napped. That's what he claimed at least. In reality, he knew this was going to happen, so he decided to take a photo of the two of you resting peacefully for teasing purposes later.

Notes - AAAAAAA, this took like, a week or something. I loved writing this, but it took me a solid like, 10 minutes looking for photos of cuddling positions on Google. ;-; it was worth it however in the end ᕦ⁠(⁠ò⁠_⁠ó⁠ˇ⁠)⁠ᕤ

[ashecampos]

WEB HEAD SEVEN

(TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM, PTSD, DRUG MISUSE, FLASHBACKS⚠️you have been warned)

Sweat and blood stains my suit as the rugged man drags the knife across my skin again. All I can think of in this moment is my family, tessa, Emily and Kate. Thankfully Tessa is with me in the room. Yet unthankfully she isn’t responsive at all. Through all of my screams and pleading all I can see is the man’s face. Black slicked hair with a taper fade, a few strands falling onto his cold face. Thick eyebrows, one with a scar running through it much like my own. His piercing black eyes, his defined cheek bones and large nose. His small lips and his tidy beard. The tattoo that runs up his neck and the uniform that reads HYDRA. He swings the hammer to my face as I scream once again. Darkness.

-

My body shoots up. Sweat covering my body, a cold feeling lingering as I take in my surroundings, assessing the potential dangers. With heavy sharp breaths my eyes dart around the room, a mixture of dark purples and blacks decorate the walls.

A warm hand reaches for my shoulder as a light is flicked on. I prepare myself for another slash to the face but it doesn’t come.

The person instead positions themself in front of my face. One of their hands fall onto my waist as the other reaches up to caress my cheek. I wince in pain as their finger traces the newly stitched cut on my jawline. A lavender scent fills my senses and it hits me. It’s just Kate. Looking up at her she gives me a lopsided smile. Concern evident on her face.

She speaks but I cannot hear what she says, her lips move but I cannot listen. I’m zoned out completely.

I try to concentrate on her face. The raven haired girl, comforting blue eyes, full lips, a cute nose and shaped eyebrows. Her hair is down and wavy. She is wearing my purple sweater. One of her favourites of mine.

Once again she speaks but this time I listen “Milo, I swear to god if your high again I will murder you in your sleep with a pillow. I mean I’m not saying you’re not allowed to get high of course, but you are completely out of it right now. It’s getting bad, Nat and Wanda are staring to ques…” she pauses suddenly as my arms wrap around her waist and my head falls into her shoulder. I let out a small sigh which is a mixture of relief and pain. I can’t let her know that I’m having nightmares, I need to ‘be a man’. I need to ‘man up’ as Tessa’s father would tell me when Tessa and me where playing with one of his guns and she accidentally shot my in the arm.

I take deep breaths, breathing in as much of Kate’s lavender scent as I can to calm me. She strokes her fingers through my hair, slowly to not trigger anything but fast enough for me to count how many times she’s done it without getting distracted by something.

“time?” I mumble not knowing if Kate even heard or understood what I was asking. Without missing a beat she turns her head and replies “it’s 6am Milo, remember you have to go meet your brother at eight, then you have training with Natasha at ten.” She starts to list off things in my new/forced to do by the avengers daily routine.

-

I grab a pair of black chucks, I make quick work of lacing them up and webbing one of Kate’s many bracelets onto my wrist for safe keeping. She had left for training with Clint half an hour ago now. I check the clock on my phone and it is half seven. Fuck. I stumble out of the room putting my phone in my pocket and walking straight into someone.

Just as their body moves to hit the floor I web their waist and pull them up to their feet. “Fuck shit I’m so so sorry I wasn’t looking at what I was doing I’m sorry” I say flustered and rushed, I look up toward the victim of my clumsiness and it’s none other than Wanda. A sigh of relief escapes my lungs, Wanda lets out a laugh at my actions before shaking her head and telling me to run along.

-

Luckily my brother Brogan had a first class pass into Tony Starks school for the future geniuses of the world. Is my little brother a genius, absolutely not, however his big brother is and got him a scholarship to the school, he is safely accommodated in a private mansion built specifically for the students who attend the facility, meaning he is no longer than a five minute stroll away.

Walking across the hallways of the building I hear gasps and chattering, students gawking at me like I’m iron man or something better. The next thing I know a weight is rested on my shoulders, looking down I see legs dangling from my shoulders, a pair of black and white high top Jordan’s on those legs. I don’t even need to look up to know that brogan has safely planted himself on my shoulders. A low laugh escapes his throat as he jumps off of me. We walk around campus for a few hours, I help him improve on a new mode of weaponry for hero’s he’s been working on. Before I leave I give him a long needed hug which weirdly he reciprocates, wrapping his arms around my nearly healed shoulder blade.

-

Now for the worst part of this travel. The walk home, yes I know I can just web my way back to the compound but why do so when walking is so much more fun.

Reaching into my pockets I search for my favourite thing. Eventually finding it, my weed pen. I know Kate said I have training in like 20 minutes but just a few little drags won’t hurt. It helps with everything, the pain, the anxiety, the flashbacks. Everything.

A tall brown haired man walks into me, brushing past my shoulder, he has a beard, slicked back hair and is wearing black work out gear. I don’t take another breath before taking off, my legs taking me as fast as I can. Before I know it I’m back at the compound. Running up the stairs and collapsing into my room I don’t even turn back to greet Tony or cap who both say their hellos to me.

Once in my room I see Tessa. Thank god it wasn’t Kate. “Milo” Tessa screams while looking up from her phone as she throws something at me, before my mind can comprehend what she threw I catch the it, looking down at a pillow. I look up giving her the ‘seriously’ face before we both burst out laughing. “Your tingle is getting better” she says between laughs. Groaning I throw the pillow at her, not looking at where I aimed, the pillow goes flying into her face, earning another laugh from the both of us. “you wanna come train with Natasha?” I ask knowing either way I’m going to make her take self defence classes now that hydra knows she is associated with me.

My brain fuzzy and my vision fuzzier, Nat lands another punch to me. Sparring was never my strong suit in the first place. “Seriously Milo you have to try” she shouts as she goes for another punch, I swerve my body so she barley misses my ribs, then i sweep her off of her feet before walking over to my water bottle. Tessa sits there observing me and fangirling over Nat.

I pour some water into my hands then rub my face with the ice cold liquid. A hand grips my shoulder and spins me around. It’s Nat, I can sense it is but why is she attacking me? I’m out of the ring. She pushes me back to the ring.

We go a few more rounds before she stops randomly midway through a segment. “Milo” she says using her intimidating voice. “Look at me milo” she demands. Fuck. I keep my head down, avoiding eye contact with the older widow. She takes a few steps towards me and grips my chin moving my face so I have no choice but to look her in the eyes. “for fuck sake milo” she mutters before letting my chin go and stepping out of the ring, grabbing her phone and typing something. “Sit down right now” she orders, I follow her order like an obedient puppy. I stare at the clock on the wall trying to act normal. Nat and Tessa converse for a few minutes before someone else storms into the gym. Probably the hulk. A hand grabs my arm and guides me out of the gym, leaving Tessa and Nat to talk or train. looking around I see who the culprit is, Wanda looks at me, sadness in her eyes. Panic engulfs my brain as I think the worst. She takes me into her own room and sits us both down.

“When I was younger, around your age actually, me and my brother joined this family, fresh out of HYDRA’s torment. My brother struggled with his new found powers and the new environment” she says in one breath, confused I nod allowing her to carry on, she takes a deep breath before starting again. “He started associating with the wrong people. Started taking substances, he was suicidal. He died on a mission while he was high, tried to grab Thor’s hammer while it was flying through the air” she finished before holding my hand. “I’m so sorry Wanda” I say genuinely, she shakes her head. “Milo me and Natasha have noticed you’re acting weird, coming home later than curfew and Kate has informed me that you have been struggling with sleep” she looks me dead in the eyes. Shit. “Wanda I’m fine, nothings weird about my behaviour. Even ask Tessa” I say praying she won’t ask Tessa. I’ve just got this avenger job and I can’t loose it now, I need to protect everyone.

Wanda stays silent and nods letting me off with a warning, I leave her room and head back to my own, not risking going to Kate’s as Nat has probably already told everyone now.

-

(TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM)

I run straight to my bathroom, my back hitting the cold tiles of the wall, I slowly slide down it and press my knees up to my chest, trying to take deep breaths. Without thinking or even hesitating my right hand shoots a web onto a set of draws attached to a vanity, I open the drawer and pull out a small metal box with my ‘shaving’ tools in it. I make quick work of grabbing my chosen weapon. A small razor blade, the silver glistens against the harsh light coming through the windows from the suns rays. I pull my hoodies sleeves up to my biceps and look at where to start. Angry red lines mock me as I stare at them. Ignoring the pain I slowly and harshly drag the blade across my wrist making a multitude of lines ranging from my wrist to my inner elbow. Then the same on my other arm. It’s only when my vision starts to become blurry that I realise how much shit I’m in. My eyes start to close and darkness.

A knock on my bedroom door startles me awake, with spotty vision I manage to make out that I am on the bathroom floor, not sure why though. I hear the bedroom door click open then a few seconds later I hear it click closed. That was a close call. “Hey Milo I noticed you haven’t been out of your room in hours I decided to bring you some food” I hear a woman’s voice, a hint of sokovian dripping off of the American accent. Footsteps come closer to the bathroom door and then another knock. “Milo? I can see you have to light on in there, please let me know your okay” she says quietly. Another few seconds passes and for some reason I can’t bring myself to answer. Maybe it’s because I know if I speak my shakey voice will give it away or maybe I’m frozen in fear and confusion. “Milo I’ll give you three seconds to either come out or say something or I’m coming in” she says a little louder. “One” fuck she must be bluffing she wouldn’t actually come in, right? “Two” say something Milo or she is going to find out, I grab a towel and press it to my arm, grabbing another and doing the same to the other arm. The once white towels turning red. “Three” she twists the door knob and starts to open the door, fuck she wasn’t bluffing.

Once the door is fully open she scans the room before lowering her eyes to meet my own. Not even a second passes before she is running over and knelt down beside me gripping the towels to my arms. “Fuck fuck fuck what the fuck Milo” she whispers while caressing my cheek with one hand “bandages, where do you keep them” she mumbles while standing up and opening all of my drawers. Without needing an answer from me she finds a first aid box, one that every room has, kneeling back down and opening the box she starts placing things on the floor, alcohol wipes, bandages, and scissors. She opens the wipes and takes the towel off of my left arm, looking me in the eyes, her own turning a hint of red, she’s using her powers. She quickly disinfects my wounds and wraps both of my arms before letting me out of her mind control.

She does as she intended and escorted me to Kate’s room, first making sure I pulled the sleeves of my hoodie down and had eaten some food so I didn’t end up loosing consciousness on the way to the room next door to my own. Kate is none the wiser to what had happened. Me and her cuddle until we both end up asleep.

-

Kate wakes me up with breakfast in bed while informing me that tonight we are attending a stark party. I eat a little bit of the breakfast before giving her the majority of it, I then make my way to hang out with Tessa, kissing Kate on the cheek before I leave of course.

-

Me and Tessa stay in her room most of the day gossiping about our time and what we have seen in the compound, she scolds me for showing up to a training session high before realising we need outfits for the party tonight. We always match for these things, this will not be an exception.

After searching for what seems like forever, Natasha agreed to let Tessa borrow one of her dresses and Tony handed me one of his vintage suits a simple yet elegant black suit with a black dress shirt, I pair these with my favourite pair of doc martens, then to complete the outfit I tie my hair up into a slick man bun, combing down any loose hairs. I get pushed into the bathroom by Kate and Tessa to put it on while they put theirs on. I stumble out of the bathroom before straightening my posture and looking at the two most beautiful girls in the multiverse.

Tessa is in a floor length satin gown, a modest yet revealing slit runs down the front of the dress revealing a glimpse of her legs. Her hair and makeup is done, not too much but the perfect amount.

Alike to Tessa, Kate picked out a Lilac coloured satin dress with a lavender glitter on the top of the sweetheart neckline. Kate’s hair is half up, half down, she has mascara and a winged liner on. Both of their dresses are paired with heels making them a little taller than me.

While walking into the party me and Kate loose Tessa on the way in while we greet people, Tessa probably just went to the bathroom to freshen up Kate reassures me.

Looking into my eyes as a slow dance song plays, she wraps her arms around my neck, mine take their respective place on her waist, she smiles. A gentle, genuine smile. You don’t see many of those these days. I smile back a goofy one, earning a chuckle and a slap on the shoulder from her.

As if on que a loud bang is heard throughout the party hall. I wasn’t planning on this type of workout tonight but I guess it’ll have to be done. All of the avengers look between one another and sigh, running to the noise. A few of us are commanded to stay behind and keep the guests safe and entertained. Those people being me, Kate, yelena, Clint and some woman named Jennifer, she has some relation to Bruce but I haven’t really met the whole extended team yet. What better time than in the present though I guess.

[colleencrossingg]

So this happened.

I apologize for my inactivity, school and work has been absolutely insane. I have been playing New Leaf every day though to get as much as I can before the servers shut down. Yes, this includes exchanging 100 visits with randos on Reddit for unlimited hacked Sanrio items. I decorated the bottom floor of my house, so I’ll post that later. I also started the Beautiful Town ordinance, because I am SICK of watering flowers.

I finished funding for both the Roost and the Dream Suite (with the help of friendly Redditors), so my main focus has been trying to visit others and get to 500 dreams. If you want me to visit, leave your Dream Address!

Things in my personal life are not going as well. My dog passed away yesterday at 6 years old. We have no idea what happened, but it seems as if he had severe organ failure. He was always very sick, even as a puppy, but this was very unusual and he declined very quickly. I don’t want to get into it, but this was the third major health scare in less than 9 months where we thought we’d have to put him down.

I am struggling to get things done because I am having POTS flare ups and I have been dealing with depression-related fatigue. I am trying to keep going, but it is hard. I am also dealing with a lot of stress because of my fiancée, because we might have to move in June so he can start grad school. He is stressing me out with financial talk and trying to convince me to enter a mortgage on a property I’ve never even seen in a city we’ve never been to. The FAFSA delay is screwing us because we don’t know how much in loans we’ll have to take out, so this affects which school he chooses to attend. I also don’t know what I’ll be doing until I can start my MA program. I may try to take Chinese or Vietnamese courses as a nonmetriculated student at the university my fiancée is going to, or I may be ambitious and try to do it at the Ivy League school nearby…

I recently won two awards for my thesis as well as my service to the department I belong to. I am dealing with major impostor syndrome because of this. I don’t feel like I deserve to win, and I even consulted my favorite professor to make sure that he didn’t influence the decision in any way because he is the department chair. I’m not sure if I want to even attend the ceremony because I am dealing with intense body image issues and if anybody tries to take a picture of me, I’ll go insane.

I will try to post occasional updates if I can. Animal Crossing is my main coping mechanism through everything going on. I have so many other games I want to play, but so little time.

I want to try the new Stardew Update, but I have such minimal progress in my main save file. I’m horrible with getting through the Skull Cavern mines, and it’s really holding me back. I haven’t played Stardew in a very long time, so I may just play from a completely different save file and start over.

Another game I’ve been playing more lately is Minecraft. I wouldn’t say it’s been a full-on intense Minecraft phase, but I started a new "Survival" world (I play on Peaceful until it’s not convenient for me - I have been playing for 12 years and beaten the game numerous times, I know what I’m doing!) and I’m trying to exit my comfort zone by building in biomes I would usually skip over.

Sorry for my inactivity, shit is rough right now. I don’t know what else to say. I deal with grief really weird for someone who is extremely mentally ill and emotionally unstable. I’m oddly fine. He died in such a traumatic state, so maybe it’s me knowing that he’s at peace now. I don’t know.

Also this has been me every morning sitting in my office at school high as FUCK listening to Strawberry Switchblade/Rose McDowall and getting absolutely nothing done. I have absolutely cooked my Spotify Wrapped and it’s not even April.

Ok I’ll update you in another month. 🫡