#ahhhhh the clothing designs

[littlebluentebook]

Blitzo x Reader

Blitzo was drunk as a skunk.

You and him went out together to celebrate his fastest assassination attempt yet. You only had one drink knowing Blitzo would have more than yourself and someone still needed to drive.

"Blitzo," you said gently, "we've gotta get going. We still need to make it to the office in the morning."

"I knew you were going to make me leave the party you buzzkill bitch!" Blitzo was slurring his words and pointing over your right shoulder. The party consisted of you two, the last in the bar and and the cat man bartender who was glaring at your friend waiting for you both to leave, clearly impatient. "Plus Y/N, I knew you were going to make me leave early so I didn't even bring my house keys." At this point, he had a smirk on his face thinking he got out of having to go home early.

"Ugh you motherfucker," you sighed. This meant that Blitzo would be staying with you and you wouldn't be getting your bed to yourself tonight. You dragged a protesting Blitzo out of the bar and into the I.M.P van. 'Wow we really need a daytime car' you thought.

"AHHHHH Y/N NOOOOO!!!!" Bliss was yelling as you started the drive home. "YOURE KIDNAPPING ME LET ME OUT!" He was pulling on the car door handle but you were blasting down the highway and wouldn't let him out.

"Is it kidnapping if its my apartment that you have your own room at?" You and Blitzo had been best friends for a long time and he was over at your home constantly. He didn't actually have his own room in your studio apartment, but lots of his stuff was in your home as was yours in his.

Blitzo mulled the question over. "Hmmm I guess not. Can I have the horsie blanket?"

"Of course you can," you told him glancing at the right mirror before changing lanes and turning.

The horse blanket was a gift you got Blitzo for one of his birthdays. It was a particularly bad one for him. It was pouring rain, there was no one to kill, and nobody gave him a birthday wish. Not even Millie. You had knocked on the door drenched from the walk over in the rain. In your hands was a melted home made happy birthday cake, a horse stuffed animal and a matching blanket. The horse was at his house because he slept with it whenever he was there. But with you, he got the large comfortable blanket.

"Yay!" He cheered gently fighting sleep.

As soon as his eyes closed and breathing slowed you arrived at your apartment complex. You and Blitzo made your way up the building. He stumbled against you, it took time but you both eventually made it. As soon as you unlocked the front door Blitzo made a beeline for your bed.

"Horsie" he said making a grabbing motion with his hands. You moved to one of the drawers under the bed that held the blanket and his comfortable clothes to sleep in. You went to the bathroom to change and then to the kitchen to get water, medicine and the designated Blitzo Bowl for when he was hungover.

As soon as you placed all the items you laid in bed next ti Blitzo.

"Took you long enough"

"Yeah yeah whatever, you don't need me to fall asleep"

"yes I do" he murmured getting closer. "I love you." Your heart rate picked up and all you heard was blood pumping in your ears. You didn't notice Blitzo lean over and kiss you until his lips were on yours.

"Oh Blitzo," he looked so hurt you moved him off, you felt bad. "How about you tell me that in the morning and we try again?"

"mmmm okay" he sighed curling up into your side and laying his head onto you.

"I love you too." At that he flicked his tail and sighed contently into you.

Hopefully he would remember this in the morning.

#blitzo #blitzo helluva boss #helluva boss #helluva boss fanfiction #blitzo x reader

[ghouljams]

AHHHHH Ghoul please soap and moon are everything. God i love them so much, please let us see a soap POV of him realizing the moment he was in love with moon, i need to see a tired moon and a lovesick soap pinning over them in their PJ’s

(Side note i think it would be hilarious if moon had like the most random pajamas- I’m talking little duck design onesie type stuff that they got as a gag gift but it’s too comfortable to get rid off. Soap seems like the typa guy to see that and fall hard.)

-Lurk 👁️

More 1870s Soap and Moon. When Soap falls he falls hard.

Soap raps his knuckles against the back door of the saloon, loud enough to wake even the most devoted of sleepers. He's not usually a runner but telegrams are an exception for everyone. He's about to knock again when the door is pulled open. His gaze is forced down to look at you. You look like you're steamin' for being woken up.

"What?" You snap, and he has to readjust his brain a little. When he'd heard someone new had taken over business he'd expected someone else. Not pretty little you.

"Telegram," He says, holding up the paper. Christ, usually he's got more to say. You swipe the card from his hand and lean against the door frame to read it. Soap wonders if you're used to seeing people in your bed clothes. The soft white cotton drapes so prettily over you he really hopes it's just him that gets to see you like this.

"You better come in," You sigh, and he wants to hear you say it again. Wants to hear you sigh his name with the same tired sweetness. You wave him into the back room of the building and he's careful to close the door tight behind him. Eager to keep you away from any other prying eyes. "Sorry to have you do this, I figure you don't work for the post," You tell him over your shoulder.

"I don't mind," Soap responds. He really doesn't, anything to spend another minute with you. Anyone else and he might kick up a fuss. You open another door and wander into the empty saloon.

"Can give you a drink for the trouble if you like." He wants to ask what you'd give him if he didn't, but that seems ungentlemanly and you've already made your way behind the bar.

"Bad news?"

"No just," You press the heel of your hand against your eye to wipe at the sleep still clinging to it with a yawn as you pick coins out of your cash register, "annoying news," you hum, counting out pennies.

You grab a pencil and flip over the telegram, scribbling out a reply on the back. He sneaks a peak down your nightclothes as you're bent over, then curses himself for it. Soap is used to those thoughts, and they absolutely swirl around his head: what do you feel like under his hands, under him, around him? It's the softer ones that are new: what would it feel like to eat supper with you, to catch your eye while he's shaving? What it would be like to wake up next to you? Would your reluctance to wake up make you cuddle closer? How does your kiss taste first thing in the morning? You look so soft, he'd be a fool not to wanna scoop you up.

"That should do it," You say, yanking him out of his thoughts. You're holding the telegram card out to him, your hand outstretched with the required funds stacked neatly on top. He takes it carefully. He likes the neat tight loops of your handwriting. "You want that drink now or later Mister..."

"Soap- John- Johnny," He can't decide which he wants to hear you say more, your brows raise a little higher with each name.

"Soap," You settle, must not be the familiar type. That's alright, plenty of time for you to call him by his name when you're married. Unless you're already married. His eyes dart to your left hand. Bare. Thank the lord.

"I'd take that drink later," He decides, "gives me time to plan my proposal, Miss..."

"Moon." You fill in without missing a beat.

"That's the saloon's name."

"And it's my name too, what about it?" You ask, clearly annoyed by this line of questions. You must be waking up, some of the softness in your expression is gone, replaced by sharp intelligent eyes and a slight frown.

"Nothing, I'm just workin' it into my vows. Rich or poor, sickness and health, strange nicknames and better baby names." Soap grins, leaning against the bar. You glare at him.

"Says the man named after a cleaner," You point towards the saloon doors, "Out before I throw you out, it's too early for me to deal with flirts."

"Well when can you deal with them?"

"Out," You stress, walking around the bar to physically push him towards the door. Oh, you are so cute. He wonders if the lingering touch of your fingers against his back is appreciative or wanting. He's got a whole lifetime to find out, and a door slammed behind him certainly isn't going to stop him. No, he's made up his mind. One way or another, he's marrying you.

#cowboy!Soap #oc: moon #johnny soap mactavish x oc #johnny soap mactavish #soap x oc #johnny soap mactavish x reader #x oc #cod x oc #1870s!cowboy #God I love writing them and I know I say that every time but only because it's true #Soap and Moon's banter is everything to me #he always knows she wants him and she never believes he wants her #match made in heaven #lurk #👁️ anon

[misseviehyde]

PARENTAL OVERRIDE

Nervously sipping on the tea she had been given whilst she waited for Ms May to arrive, Emma looked round the luxurious school office and nervously stroked her dull brown hair away from her face.

She felt like a naughty schoolgirl again waiting to get told off for getting into trouble and she again questioned if this was even the right thing to do.

Lauren had begged her not to go to the school, but Emma was sick of seeing her step-daughter bullied and belittled by no less than one of the teachers.

Ms May was a cruel, manipulative bully. She seemed to have it in for Lauren and Emma had decided today it was finally time to confront the evil bitch and put a stop to the pain her step-daughter was going through.

Although Lauren wasn't her flesh and blood child, since Lauren's mum had died she had tried to be there for the girl and do what she could to help. She tried to avoid the wicked step-Mom stereotype and do what she could to build a bond with the girl.

That had brought her to this meeting. She would do what it took to stop this bitch Ms May. Lauren had told her some scary stories about the other woman but Emma was a grown up and she was sure she could handle this. If not she'd go to the school board.

There was a sudden clop of high heels and a woman strode into the office. She looked more like a super model than a teacher. Tall long black leather thigh boots encases each leg and a tight black leather dress hugged every inch of her perfect body. Wicked lips curved into a cruel but perfect smile as Ms May cocked a hip and folded her arms under her breasts.

Her hair was raven black, her eyes flashed dangerously with power and her makeup was flawless. Perfect manicured nails like sharp little claws extended from each finger. Everything she wore was designer. Emma couldn't understand how a teacher could possibly afford such clothes. She smirked and sat at her desk.

"Ahhhhh yes, you're that pathetic bitches step mother."

"I beg your pardon," gasped Emma - not quite sure what to say. She suddenly felt tired all of a sudden and her thoughts came slowly.

"I said you're the step mother of that pathetic bitch. The weakling I've been bullying. The runt of the class."

"You... you can't say those... things..." gasped Emma, her head suddenly spinning.

"But I can," laughed Ms May. "I love bullying your daughter. My role here at the school is to convert girls into superior bullying Alpha girls or crush them into weak servile betas. Lauren has presented a problem for a while as she could have fit in either camp. If only she wasn't so pathetic I might have made her like me."

Emma tried to get up, she even thought she might hit this evil woman - but Ms May just laughed as Emma slumped in her chair the tea spilling to the ground.

"The tea you've just drunk has robbed your body of agency. You're helpless to prevent what comes next."

Sitting on the deak Ms May placed a booted foot on Emma's lap. "Look at my boots bitch. So soft and supple. Each one probably costs more than you make in a year. So soft and supple, the boots of a super bitch."

Reaching down she began to unzip the boot.

"Poor Emma, so weak and pathetic. These boots are saturated with my evil. Once I force them onto your feet- you'll become an evil bitch. Good little step-mommy will become a nasty bully too."

Reaching down Ms May slowly unzipped the other boot, then reaching down she began to untie Emma's shoes.

"Think of this as a little parental override. Once I turn you into a souless mean bitch you'll help me break Lauren. You'll become her cruel wicked step-mother. You'll cuck her weakling father and take what you want. You're going to love being a bitch."

"Nnnnnnoooo," drooled Emma unable to resist as Ms May laughed and pulled off her vitims shoes.

"You'll love how my boots make you feel."

Grabbing Emma's left leg, Ms May slid her foot inside and pushed the heel onto her foot. Emma felt a contact like electricity and her nippples went hard. Laughing Ms May zipped the boot slowly up.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkkkk," drooled Emma. It felt so good.

"Can you feel it starting to happen? You're going to be just like me. My desires, my impulses are taking over your weak pathetic body. Soon you will crave luxury and desire sex and power."

Emma moaned, her pussy wet and the smell of Ms May's perfume filling her head as the bitch whispered in her ear.

"You want to be bad. You want to be powerful. You want to be evil."

Emma groaned, her breasts swelling and her lips becoming fuller as she started to repeat the words.

"Yesss that's it bitch. Accept my power. One more boot and then you'll become just like me," purred Ms May as she slid the other boot onto Emma's foot and laughing began to tighten it.

Emma moaned in ecsatsy as Ms May zipped up the boot and her body throbbed with dark power.

"Nooooooooo" she tried to gasp as her short nails suddenly shot out and lengthened. Bones cracked and shifted as her hair began to turn blonde.

The boots felt so good on her feet. Emma had never felt such dominance and power before. Her hair lengthened and turned blonde.

This wasn't so bad. The boots were making her stronger. She stopped fighting them and groaned as her flat chest began to swell.

"See... doesn't it feel good to be an evil bitch Emma? Embrace the darkness. You'll love being a wicked step-mother."

Emma gasped as her skin became softer and her waist crunched in. Cold blue eyes fluttered in ecstasy.

Yes. Ms May was right. Women like them were strong and pathetic weaklings like Lauren needed to be broken. Emma laughed at the thought of helping Lauren's bullies. It would be fun to destroy her own step-daughter.

"Nooooo I must fight," groaned Emma as the boots made her more and more evil.

"You can't fight - your body and mind love these changes. To go from a weak and pathetic housewife to a powerful dominant bitch... this is what you've really always wanted."

"Yessssss - the power... the power is mine," groaned the cold hearted bitch as she stood up and stretched her transformed body. Her clothing melted to become a tight black bodycon dress. Long lashes fluttered and perfect lips curved into a malicious smile.

"Yes! I feel so evil and strong. Thank you Ms May, this has been the best school meeting I've ever attended."

The tight black boots pushed Emma up so she towered even over Ms May. She now looked like a hot blonde bitch in her late 20's. She had become so evil - devoid of mercy. She and the teacher were now of one mind.

"Don't worry. I'll deal with my worthless step-daughter."

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*glug glug glug*

Lauren wept as she watched her step Mom sucking her Dad's cock and she fiddle with the badly fitting maids uniform Emma had made her put on.

"Stop snivelling," laughed Emma as her husband groaned in lust as she switched from sucking to pumping and using her hands skillfully made him cum all over himself.

Standing up in her evil black boots she played with the tip of the massive black strap on jutting obscenely from her crotch.

"Lube up my cock you pathetic little bitch. I'm going to ass fuck your Daddy with my strap on and then make you clean up the mess."

Grabbing her by the hair Emma forced her down to her knees. "But first lick Mommy's boots."

And as she cleaned the shiny black leather Lauren could almost hear Ms May laughing as if she were INSIDE the boots and watching...

THE END

#evie hyde #bitchification #f2f transformation #f2f corruption #bully

[writerblue275]

My favorite LoL skin (with photos) for each Heartsteel member (excluding their Heartsteel/Prestige Heartsteel and Base skins)

So I absolutely adore the Heartsteel skin line, and for Aphelios, Kayn, and Yone, their Heartsteel skins are arguably my favorite skins of theirs (especially Yone’s Prestige Heartsteel skin). HOWEVER. I want to talk about some other amazing skins too. Three of the ones I’ll mention come from the same skin line, but listen, it’s a beautiful line. Also note: These are based on the splash art. I know some of the aesthetics change when translated to a player model. Ok let’s GOOOOO!

Aphelios: Spirit Blossom Aphelios

I love the COLORS of this skin. I love Spirit Blossom Aphelios’ hair design (like damn Phel go off with the man bun/small pony I see you), outfit/accessories, the markings on his face, and how his horns are opposite to Alune’s. (Also can we discuss how Alune also looks so pretty here like omg. I’m so glad they made sure she fit into this as well.) But Aphelios just looks softer than some of his other skins and it’s an interesting vibe from him. I dig it!

Ezreal: Faerie Court Ezreal & Prestige Heavenscale Ezreal.

(Listen I genuinely can’t fucking pick between them so he gets two.)

THE OUTFIT (with all its wing motifs). THE WINGS. THE PINK HAIR. HIS expression!! I love the redesign of his gauntlet as well. Another thing that I really enjoy is how they managed to keep his face markings and make them unique. His face markings are a trademark element of Ezreal’s base skin so I’m glad they kept those here. AHHHHH HE JUST LOOKS SO GOOD. This is just such a fun reimagine for his character.

This might be one of his two newest skins but holy fuck it’s already one of my favs. His HAIR. MY GOD IT’S SO GOOD?? His pose and expression exude so much power and confidence. His gauntlet with the draconic claw and his horns is just so fun. Also that OUTFIT? His outfit genuinely looks amazing. The color combo of light blue, maroon, and gold is just EXCELLENT. Again, they also kept face markings of some kind, even if they moved from his cheeks to his forehead.

Kayn: Snow Moon Kayn

Kayn’s skins are always fun because you really get 3-in-1 with Kayn, his shadow assassin form, and Rhaast. I love a good black and red (with gold accents) theme and the Loki-esque horns, as well as the addition of the furs on his basic Kayn form are really cool. And the shaddow assassin’s hair. My goodness I do love a man with long white hair 😂 (this will appear again later). I love the color contrast between the shadow assassin and Rhaast designs as well. Also Rhaast looks badass. Terrifying, but still badass.

K’Sante: Prestige Empyrean K’Sante

This skin is so fucking cool. We get to see his face here unlike the original Empyrean K’Sante skin. I love the color scheme with the purple, gold, white, and pink as well as the designs on the clothes/his weapons. The little pink on his face also adds a really small but eye-catching detail that I very much enjoy. Also Lil Nas X helped design this skin and I think that’s so fucking cool.

Sett: Spirit Blossom Sett

Ok listen yes a bit of the reasoning for all these is that the characters themselves look fine as fuck. But holy shit look at Sett here. LOVE his long white hair (hehe what did I say it’s a pattern) with his ears here. That outfit and the accessories are stunning. And again the color palette for the spirit blossom line is just so pretty. Sett just looks so in charge and powerful here. He really is the boss. (Also shoutout to the [I believe] first instance of canon SettPhel which happened in the lore/voice interactions for this line.)

Yone: Spirit Blossom Yone

Look at him. LOOK AT YONE. There is something about Yone with longer white hair that is just so…right, even if it’s tied back or braided. All the beautiful shades of purple in his outfit too! I love. I also like how, besides the horns and his hands/arms, he seems almost human and he’s not stuck to his mask like in his base skin (though I do love his base skin). He also just gives off really pleasant vibes in this. I cannot explain it lmao.

These are my thoughts! These are just my opinions, and frankly so many of these champions have so many amazing skins. I’d love to hear your favorites if you have opinions!

#writerblue275 gremlin hours #aphelios #aphelios and alune #ezreal #kayn #shieda kayn #k’sante #sett #settrigh #yone #league of legends #league of legends opinions

[luvly-writer]

“You are my sunshine”

Part 19: Save me from this sorrow

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social Media Au

Status: Finished

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: AHHHHH!!! Seeing your feedbacks make my day so much!!!! Thank you so so so much for reading. Hope you enjoy!

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���Dime cuánto va a dolerme la verdad,

tampoco se muy bien si la quiero ir”

(tell me how much will the truth hurt me, i’m not even sure i want to listen to it)

You were listening to “Amigos” by Pablo Alborán and Maria Becerra on your way to Jason’s apartment.

Your nerves were going to kill you. They were almost suffocating at this point, oh how you related to the song. You wanted to get this over with, you wanted the truth and yet at the same time you weren’t sure if you ACTUALLY wanted to hear it cause it would confirm everything.

You had never gone to Jason’s apartment seeing as he was constantly at yours. Your gps was giving instructions of the pin he had sent you.

You finally get there and park your car. It’s a nice ass complex, you wouldn’t expect less of Bruce Wayne’s adoptive son.

“Aquí vamos, Yn, with your head held high”

you get out of the car and head to the lobby. You are buzzed in seeing as Jason had already announced you’d be visiting. The trip up the elevator was slow. You tug on your work clothes.

Today had been a good day so far, you had a meeting where it was announced that you’d be promoted to head architect and director of designs of the company. You’d wish you could celebrate in ways other than discussing your potential heartbreak with the cause of it.

The elevator dings and you walk towards his apartment. 27B.

Just as you raise your hand to knock, the door opens. Lo and Behold, Artemis Grace, stands there just about to exit his apartment.

Of course.

Because of your shock, you miss the way Artemis looks at you up and down, licks her lips and slightly smirks. If only you knew that she desired you more than she ever could Jason.

“If you excuse me, χαριτωμένο μικρό πράγμα, I have to take my leave. Please do enter.

(translation: pretty thing in Greek)

You are stunned for a sec and suddenly Jason comes into view, looking panicked.

He gulps and brings you inside.

You both are left standing there in an awkward silence. Not knowing what to do

Alfred’s lessons on manners suddenly come to Jason, “would you like something to drink? water? juice? wine?” he asks gesturing to the kitchen

“just water” you reply, knowing that you’d like to be as sharp minded as you can at the moment.

you both walk towards the kitchen and you sit in one of the seats in the islet/counter. You place your bag on the seat next you and face Jason, placing your hands on the table.

he hands you a water bottle and you both open your mouths to speak at the same time:

“I swear it is not-“

“Did i truly have-“

you both look at each other and laugh a little, easing them tension. You gesture for Jason to go first and he gestures for you to go first. Both look at each other exasperated and Jason clears his throat. “May i go first?” he asks and you nod.

Listening to him was going to be easier than sorting the mess you were feeling right now and putting it to words.

In a sense, Jason was relieved that you let him speak first, he had time to actually sort what he wanted to say and how. Even though he felt as if he somehow had an unfair advantage since he knew how you felt because of the drunk night in the car.

“It’s not what it looks like, it never was how it looked like and it never will be how it looked like” he starts. You raise your eyebrow at the cliche response and open the bottle. You gesture for him to carry on.

“Artemis and I are just friends, we always have been. Yes, there have been times where things have happened, but none of them have meant anything, just two friends.” You look at him skeptically and he noticed that the last part might have sound odd so he clears it up.

“Yes, she and i have slept together before but none of that matters, she and I have never wanted to carry out something other than a friendship. She’s one of my business partners and closest friends and I would never desire her in any way.” you nod and take another gulp of water.

“That and there are more chances that she would want to bed you right now than she’d want me”, at that, your eyes open wide and you choke on the water you were drinking and start coughing. Jason comes from the other side of the count and starts patting your back. When it subsides, you are breathing a little heavy and you stare at Jason,

“You could have told me that after i finished drinking, Jason, frankly i don’t think the surprise did any favors to my lungs at the moment” you say and both of you start to laugh.

He apologizes and waits for you to be normal again so that he continues.

“As I was saying, we met up and we posted that, thinking nothing of it. I would have never thought that it would be blown out of proportion-“

“-you both are ‘celebrities’, the fuck did you expect?”

he narrows his eyes at your response and you smirk lightly, “the point is, she is not a threat to us”

“oh there is an us? last time i checked, we didn’t wear labels”

“you can’t possibly believe that there wasn’t an us” Jason said. His eyes longingly looking at you wanting nothing other than to hold you and kiss you. You were sitting at the chair, your back to the counters and he was standing next to you, one hand on his hip and the other on the counter, facing you.

“that every caress, every date, every call, every encounter, every moment, every minute and second with you meant nothing” he finishes.

“i don’t know what to expect Jason, that is the problem. At the beginning, you made it abundantly clear that it was just for fun, so I took it for fun, then it started to get more intimate as time passed and you never clarified. I had asked a month after the first date, and you said the same thing. You treat me like your lover and your plaything at the same time, what was i supposed to believe?” you retort

“My play thing?!?!? Whatever made you believe that you were just a play thing to me?” He responds, getting slightly agitated

“Your siblings, Jason! Do you think it doesn’t fuck with the mind or raise any warning bells that they wanted to meet me before i met you? Do you think it doesn’t make it questionable? Could you honestly blame me for having assumptions at things i asked and you never clarified and stay paranoid?” Yn answered, finally letting her frustration be displayed. She had had it. Ok, fine. Jason wasn’t taken or interested in someone, but those were still things that troubled her and finally she was done and needed answers.

Jason stays quiet through her rant. He watched as Yn stood up and walked back and forth frustrated. He knew that before anything was further explained, he needed to let her say it all because even if he knew, she didn’t know he knew.

Yn passed her hand through her hair.

“I was fine playing the part of secret lover to the public but it’s no longer fun Jason. What do they want from me and more importantly, what do you want from me!?!” she said sternly as she stood in front of him looking directly to his eyes challenging him to respond.

“I want you. I want your time, I want your attention, I want to be the object of your desires and the focus of your love, I want to be yours wholeheartedly and completely, just as I want your heart to belong to me and only me. I want dinner dates and waking up in the morning, I want to see your night routine in person, i want to drive you around in my bike and take you anywhere as long as I’m with you, I want you only you.” he answers, taking you face in his hands and rubbing your check with his thumb.

You wanted to accept that answer, yet you couldn’t because there were still other questions to be answered. Most of the time this is how he got you to forget them, romancing you into his arms, but you needed to know.

You take his hands of your face, “What about the rest? How did they know me before you, why are they searching for me? Make it make sense, Jason. Was it a challenge? Did you pick some random person to toy with, is that why you’re so desperate? Get a kiss out of me, lead me to your bed, fuck me and leave for your next conquest?”

Jason was hurt at the accusations. He swears that he will fucking give them one hell of a earful tonight in patrol for not understanding simple boundaries.

“you know that’s not it-“

“oh! I KNOW?!?!? I KNOW!?!? DO I JASON!???”

your frustrating was beyond limits, Why was he avoiding it so much

“Yes, Yn! You know damn well that my fucking feelings are not fake! Or did you honestly think that i place so much effort and time and i give so much love and attention to ANY person that comes to my life?!?”, now Jason was frustrated as fuck. When did this get so complicated? The original plan was she comes, they fix the misunderstanding with Artemis and everything would have been fine. Since it was a drunk confession, he through he had more time to come up with a well thought of explanation for her accusations and his siblings actions, yet she didn’t come to simply talk about that, she wanted to know everything and he short circuited.

She closed her eyes and said, “we should calm down and breathe for a moment. We are getting too riled up and we aren’t fixing shit if we both can’t think straight” as she breathed heavily.

Jason agrees and gestures to the living room. They both walk towards the sofa and sit down. Jason at one end facing her and Yn, at the other facing him.

Yn speaks first, “I feel like a plaything and a joke to all of you. You treat me as your girlfriend and give me exclusivity, yet you refuse to admit that there is a romantic relation in any of the things we do until today. Your siblings treat me as a rare species in need of investigation and find me a challenge. You all seem to know me before even meeting me and took me as a target before speaking to me. Finally, one day you fill me with love and champagne and the next, you are seen with another woman that media confirms as your girlfriend. Tell me, am i insane for feeling conflicted?”

Jason shakes his head no and answers, “Not at all sweets, frankly, if it had been the other way around, I don’t think I would have had much class dealing with it.” he validates your feelings

“but, I would love for you to let me speak and explain everything, can you let me, my love?”

and you nod, getting more comfortable in the sofa.

Here comes nothing

“You are my soulmate.” he throws it out the and you swear you feel the air leave your lungs. You stare at him dumbfoundedly….you are his soulmate?? you knew that soulmates existed in this world, but weren’t both people supposed to know? Like at the same time?

“Like legit? you ask and want to scold yourself for sounding stupid. He nods in response. “How do you know?”

fuck

the one explanation he was waiting to avoid.

He stayed quiet for a moment, thinking and calculated. Finally, he opens his mouth,

“A few days before the Scholar’s Charity Gala, we were….at…an activity, yeah, and encountered some strange light blue beings-“

“-the Anima populi?!?!?”, Yn interrupts mesmerized, “they are real!?!?”

Jason nods and she continues, “That’s impossible! I thought they were only a myth to make kids believe in love”

“Well, sweets, turns out they are very much real and the legends are true. One of them had contact with me, and suddenly all of my family and I black out and images and memories of you flashed before our eyes. Once we regained consciousness they explained who you were to me. And coincidentally, you appear at the gala. Their excitement to getting to know you and the bet are a result of that” He finished, looking at her uncertainly, hoping she’d believe him.

Yn stayed quiet, processing everything. Suddenly, she looked at him, eyes wide.

“We haven’t kissed” she says and Jason, not understanding where she’s getting with this, raises an eyebrow and nods

“According to legend, once the two souls kiss they are bound to be sealed as one. Meaning that if we had kissed, I would have known it was you. I had feeling it was you and all but….wait wait wait, how did you encounter the Anima populi? They are not easy to be found!” Yn questioned and Jason swore he was fucking sweating in his seat. Yn please for the love of everything, stop asking questions.

He clears his throat and looks anywhere but her. He tries to avoid the answer by asking her a question, “You had a feeling it was me?” he smirks and looks at her. She flushes and opens her mouth to speak yet she can’t, she looks anywhere but him and he can’t help but huff out a laugh. He moves to sit closer to her, trapping her between the sofa and her body, and takes her face gently with one hand and turns it towards him, forcing both of them to make eye contact.

you want to look anywhere else, and you try, but this blue - green eyes keep on pulling you back to them, almost hypnotizing you

“Maybe once or twice, don’t let it get to your head”

He places his hand on you waist and pulls you on top of him. you sitting in his lap

Both of you, comfortable in your position, his hands on your waist, yours on the sofa on each side of his head staring down at him

“I feel like your lying to me, love” he smirks looking up at you.

“is that so, Mr. Todd”

“Yes, because you see, that’s the thing about this whole ordeal. When one person gets lost in their imagination about one person, the other is bound to do the same” he answers as he grabs one of your wrists and kisses the inside whilst looking at you through his eyelashes. Fuck me, Jason Todd is a beautiful man and there is no room to argue.

“Have you gone crazy thinking of me?” you ask leaning down a little

He huffs and rolls his eyes, “Have i gone mad thinking of you! the audacity of you to ask such question” he uses the same wrist he is holding and tugs you so now your faces are inches apart, “i’ve thought about you so much my head can go dizzy with just a whisper of your name. I’ve thought about you alright, so much that it is impossible not to” he brushes his lips to yours, barely touching them, and yet you can feel a small spark in you chest.

“i’ve thought about you in the morning, noon, and night, in my bed, here, in my bike, i’ve though of wanting to wake up and go to sleep with you, of going anywhere with you, i’ve thought of cooking for you and taking care of you, i’ve though of surrendering my entire being is yours so much that if you were to need for the moon, the moon you’ll get, you see what you don’t get is this, i knew we were soulmates but i felt that we were when you first looked at me. I have known for so long that i understand you are the ruin of my restraint, the object of my downfall and the lighter of my revival. You are that flame that never ceases to end and that breeze that cools the burn. Yn, what else do i have to say for you to understand, I burn for you, most ardently” he says softly and you have to pull back to look at him in the eyes.

Those are not words to be taken lightly and you want to see, you NEED to see if it’s true.

You take his face in your hands and look into his eyes. In return, you found sincerity, vulnerability and complete, utter, raw honestly and emotion.

“I have opened my heart and soul to you with only hopes that you do that in return” he says and his eyes water a little

Jason felt his chest tighten. He entertained a thought that never had crossed his mind, where the Anima Populi wrong? Her silence was killing him.

Instead, knowing that words had failed her and emotion was too much to express with them, she took one look at his lips and decided.

She smashed her lips to his and it was almost as if something exploded and bloomed inside of her at the same time. Her chest was filled with warmth, and almost as if someone had injected something, a cool sensation ran through her veins. It felt as if she had died and been born again.

One of Jason’s hands hugged her waist instead of just holding it whilst the other held the back of her head.

The kiss was passionate and intense, leavening them truly out of breath after it. As they tried to catch their breath, they look up and noticed that each had a faint almost transparent flame above their heads, one red (Jason) and one blue (Yn) and both started to twist around the other leaving a purplish trail behind. They finally connected and created a purple fire heart, that glowed and then vanished into thin air. Yn looked down at him and smiled, nuzzling her nose to his.

“Looks like you are stuck with me now, Jason” she remarked lovingly looking at him.

Jason couldn’t keep his eyes of her. Their soulmate connection had been established and their souls were bound to one another. He had a soulmate, a legit soulmate. Someone destined love him and only him even with the darkness he brings, a darkness she had yet to encounter. At that thought, a small amount of guilt became present in his heart. His beautiful girl, soon you’ll find out, as for now, the only thing he could respond with was:

“Wouldn’t have it any other way” and pulled her in for another kiss.

“tu me curas esta soledad, soledad

tu me curas esta soledad”

(you cure this loneliness of mine”

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Author’s note: INTENSE CHAPTERRRR!!! But Fret not, it isn’t the last one. I kinda want to write a smut chapter but i’m nervous toooooo

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where a spring break trip ends with snow. And an unexpected rut ends with Felix.

Or the eighth installment of the SKZ!pack prequel series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, stay, skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz!pack prequel, pack!prequel, prequel series, Y/N, Seo Changbin, Lee Minho, Bang Chan, Han Jisung, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin, Fluff, smut, Poly!skz

Genre: Fluff, Non-explicit Smut

Title: Snowed In

“I can’t believe you guys are going on a trip without me.” 

Changbin hoists another suitcase into the back of the rental car, grunting a little under the effort, and turns to look at you where you’re pouting from the curb with a slightly guilty expression in his dark eyes. 

“Sorry, baby. But you did say you needed to stay and take your late finals. And that we weren’t allowed to talk you out of it.” 

“I know what I said.” You huff under your breath, crossing your arms over your chest against the early spring chill, the weak sunlight barely warming your skin. “But it doesn’t mean I have to like it.” 

“Ahhhhh.” Jisung appears at your side, reaching out to pinch your cheek, even as you swat his hand away, eyes bright and heart shaped grin pulling his lips back to reveal white teeth. “Sweet baby alpha. Poor noona. Gonna miss out on all the spring break fun.” 

“I hate you.” You pout, even as you let him gather you into the warmth of his embrace, resting his chin on the crown of your head, the tip of your cold nose brushing against the juncture of his jaw, just enough to get a faint whiff of detergent. 

Your wolf whines plaintively. 

“Oh my god, Hyunjin.” Changbin groans with annoyance, as he heaves the omega’s telltale floral print suitcase into the trunk, and slams the hatchback shut, huffing and puffing for air, even though you know he’s in perfect shape and most of it is just for show. “Did you pack your entire apartment in that thing? Good lord, man, we’re only going to be gone for five days!” 

Hyunjin pushes his designer sunglasses back on top of his head and regards the alpha with an air of offended superiority. 

“I can’t help it if this-” He motions to himself, down the length of his body, to everything. “-takes more than a little work and high end product, hyung!” 

Minho appears then, suitcase in one hand, iced americano in the other, and wraps an affectionate arm around Hyunjin, tugging him to his side with a crook around the omega’s neck and a smirk in Changbin’s direction. 

“Don’t waste your breath, Jinnie. A meathead like him wouldn’t get it anyway.” 

“Hey!” Changbin protests, hackles rising, and you hold back a laugh, Jisung grinning beside you. 

There’s been an uneasy truce between the two alphas the last few weeks, their jibes and taunts getting less pointed and hurtfully serious, and more all encompassing, bordering on almost teasing. 

It’s more than you thought you’d be able to say, and you’re happy with the progress. 

Minho arches a brow and lowers his sunglasses, staring down the other alpha over the black rims. 

“Seo Changbin. Show me your suitcase.” 

Changbin opens and closes his mouth, like he’s trying to think of a retort, and then, the tips of his ears going red, reaches into the back seat and proceeds to pull out an overly stuffed hiking backpack. 

“That’s all you’re taking?” Hyunjin practically screeches, looking entirely and utterly appalled, and Minho looks smugly vindicated. 

“Checkmate.” 

“Hey, listen-” Changbin starts to protest wildly, tossing the backpack unceremoniously back into its spot in the back seat. “I brought changes of clothes and a toothbrush-” 

“Oh my god.” Hyunjin wails dramatically, like it’s the end of the world, and Minho pats him sympathetically on the back. “Hyung, you’re going to kill me. Where’s your moisturizer? Or your hair products? Or-” Hyunjin gasps, like he’s just thought of something too heinous to say out loud, and his voice drops into a horrified whisper. “-what about your facial wash?” 

Changbin looks entirely and utterly confused now. 

‘I mean, I brought a bar of soap-” 

“Oh my god!”

“Hey!” You interrupt Hyunjin’s obvious crisis, waving your hands to get everyone’s attention, and Changbin looks more than a little relieved to have the focus off of him for a moment, even though you’re sure he’s going to hear it for the entire three hour car ride to the mountains. “I’m the one who should be dramatic here. My entire pack is leaving me for five days to go spend spring break in the mountains-in a freaking cabin-while I have to stay behind and study cell mitosis!” 

“Must suck.” Jisung quips offhandedly, and you reach out to cuff him on the side of the head, but he dodges your attack easily. 

“I can’t believe I agreed to go to a cabin in the first place.” Minho gripes halfheartedly, rustling Hyunjin’s hair before releasing him, tossing Changbin his suitcase like he’s a waiting chauffeur, even as the other alpha fumbles to catch it on the fly. 

“I can.” You smirk, and the other alpha glances at you pointedly, as if daring you to go on. You do. “It was Jisungie’s idea, and we all know you’re whipped for him.” 

Minho points at you with the iced coffee in his hand, eyes unreadable behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses. 

“Watch it, sweetheart.” 

“Ahh, hyung.” Jisung teases in an overly sappy tone, throwing his arms around his boyfriend’s neck from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder as he gives him a dopey grin. “That’s so sweet. I never knew you were whipped for me.” 

“I’m not.” Minho deadpans, shaking the beta off, as he opens the passenger side door and slides one foot into the car. “That’s why I’m making you sit with Hyunjin in the back for three hours.” 

“Damn, hyung, you’re cruel.” 

“And you’re a masochist.” Hyunjin quips lightly, skipping up to Jisung and putting a long finger beneath his chin, as he leans in to kiss him briefly on the lips, before sliding into the open backseat. “So we all know you like it.” 

“Guilty.” 

Jisung shrugs and slides in to sit next to the omega in the backseat. 

“Guess this means I’m driving.” Changbin mutters beneath his breath, even as he shuts the back door  and steps toward where you’re still pouting on the curb, arms folded tightly across your chest. 

He puts a finger under your chin, and you resist for the briefest of moments, just to wallow in self misery for at least a second longer. 

“Baby girl. Look at me.” 

You sniff and meet his gaze, the smell of warm, wooded campfire filling your nose. 

He smiles at you, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from your forehead, and then leans forward to bump his nose gently into yours. 

“I’m sorry you have to stay behind. Promise we’ll make it up to you when we get back.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” You wave him off, but not before fitting your lips to his for one last, lingering, farewell kiss. 

Okay, so maybe you’re being a little dramatic.

He tastes like chapstick, and the workout shake he drank this morning, and underneath it all, the tang of smoke. 

“Seo Changbin. Get in the car. We need to get going if we’re going to make it before lunch.” 

Lips still pressed to yours, Changbin rolls his eyes at the commanding tone of Minho’s voice, making you giggle into his mouth, before he gives you one last kiss and pulls back, glowering over his shoulder at the other alpha hanging out the passenger side window, phone in hand. 

“Do I have to do all of the work around here?” 

“Yes. Otherwise, what are all those muscles for?” Minho quips back quickly, making your two pack mates in the backseat cackle. “I’m navigating.” He waves his phone impatiently at Changbin, brows rising. “It’s arguably the most important job.” 

“Next to literally driving the car.” Changbin mutters for only you to hear, and you swat his ass affectionately as he turns to leave, earning yourself a halfhearted glare. “Be good while we’re gone, yeah?” 

“No promises.” 

You grin and wave as he finally slides into the driver’s seat, Minho already leaning over to critique him on his hand position. 

“Ten and two, meathead. My god, did they teach you nothing in Yongin?” 

“Minho, I will literally murder you.” 

“I’d love to see you try.” 

“Hey, hyungs? I’m hungry, can we stop for food soon?” 

“We haven’t even left yet, dumbass.” 

“Don’t call me dumbass.” 

“Don’t touch my sunglasses.” 

“Don’t touch my side of the seat then.” 

“Pups. Don’t make alpha come back there.” 

“Yes alpha. Sorry alpha.” 

Changbin sighs heavily, shoots you one last helpless look, and lurches the car into motion. 

Jisung and Hyunjin wave wildly to you from the backseat, alternating between blowing you kisses and flipping you off, and you return the farewell motion vigorously until your wrist is aching and they’re long gone out of sight. 

A headache is starting to pound behind your eyes, and you realize, as your wolf whines-long and needy-that it’s going to be a long ass week. 

******

It’s on the morning of your second final, when you wake up hot and sweaty and aching all over, that you realize just how long the week is going to actually be. 

“Shit.” You mumble beneath your breath, your mouth feeling like it’s full of cotton, the sun hurting your eyes, even as you blindly fumble for the glass of water you’d left on your night stand the night before, after hastily downing painkillers like they were going out of style. 

You manage to knock the glass off onto the carpet, the water splashing onto your arm-cool and refreshing compared to the burning of your skin-and swear again under your breath, collapsing back onto the bed, fully out of breath and energy from just the limited motion. 

“Shit.” You repeat, more vehemently this time, as if maybe saying it again will take the edge off of your misery. 

It doesn’t. 

The headache is back-pounding insistently behind your left eye-and it takes every last ounce of strength you have to find your phone and type a quick email to your professor. 

It probably sounds something along the nonsensical lines of ‘hey sorry my pack (unofficial) is out of town and it must have triggered something because I’m having a surprise rut and honestly I’m probably just going to die, so I won’t be able to make the final, might as well just fail me now, thanks, good wishes.’

You don’t know, because you barely look at the screen of your phone as you’re typing-the lowest setting still hurting your eyes-and hit send without even proofreading, because your professor will get the gist, and if he doesn’t, honestly that’s on him. 

He can see you weren’t lying when he attends your funeral. 

You groan and flop back on the bed, letting your arm go limp across your chest, the familiar, heavy weight of your phone clenched in your fingers. 

God, has it always been this bad? You don’t remember it being this bad. 

As if on cue, your phone starts to vibrate in your hand, and with herculean effort, you manage to lift it to your ear and hit the answer button, it must be the answer button, because almost immediately, Jisung’s excited, loud voice is echoing through the speaker, making you wince and hold the phone a considerable distance from your ear on reflex. 

Meanwhile, your headache chips away at the inside of your skull, and your mouth is so dry you feel like you’ve been in the desert all night, not your tiny, campus-issued, temperature controlled dorm room. 

And beneath it all, the persistent urge to vomit. Or jump the bones of anything that moves. Either or. 

“Noona, are you listening?” 

You focus back in-with effort-on the beta’s ramblings, and force yourself to swallow down the bile rising in your throat, ignoring the hot, firelike itch that is creeping like flames across your skin, making you desperate for relief. 

“Yeah, Sung. I’m listening.” 

“It snowed so much last night! Minho-hyung hates it, he’s wearing a winter coat inside, but Jinnie and I dragged Changbin-hyung sledding this morning and it was so much fun!” 

You know Jisung is excited, can tell in the tones of his voice, but all you can hear are the low notes of his words, the way his timber scratches over the g’s and t’s of his consonants, almost a growl, but not quite, and god, has Han Jisung always sounded this sexy? 

You can almost smell the harsh, clean, chemical scent of laundry detergent, and saliva pools in the corners of your mouth, puddling behind your teeth.

Beneath the misery, your wolf growls. 

Our beta, make him beg for it, for you. Tell him he needs to come back right this instant and take alpha’s knot and beg to be bred like a good boy-

God, you really need to go to horny jail. 

He’s moved on to talking about something else now, something about hot chocolate and Hyunjin’s apparent aversion to marshmallows, and you clear your throat, regaining control of your senses just enough to scratch out, “Hey, Sung?” 

A pause. A breath. 

“Yeah, noona?” 

“Can you-” You clear your throat once more, trying to ignore the shiver his voice sends down your spine, and push back down the insistent itch. “-can you put Changbin on the line for just a minute?” 

“Yeah.” You don’t miss the disappointment that’s clear in the beta’s tone, and you make a silent promise to yourself to make it up to him later, but right now, you can’t focus enough to trust yourself to talk to anyone beside Changbin. 

He’ll get it. He’ll understand. He’ll know what to do. 

There is a brief moment of silence on the other end of the line, the sound of rustling and muted voices that you can’t quite make out, like an itch of something familiar that you can’t quite place in the back of your hazy mind, and for just a second, you worry that Hyunjin will pick up the phone, and god, if Hyunjin-if he-if the omega-

Omega, your wolf latches onto the word like a life saver, frenzied now, and you fist your hand, biting down-hard-on your knuckles to stifle the slight whimper that wants to break through your lips at just the thought of Hyunjin. 

Our omega. Tell him. Tell him he needs to come back and-

“(Y/N)?” 

Changbin’s voice comes through the phone, and it’s like a breath of cool air against your heated skin, just for a moment, just for enough time that you break away from your wolf and resurface for air, into the realm of human thought, long enough to manage to form a coherent word, maybe even a sentence if you’re lucky. 

“Bin.” Your voice is low, hoarse, a stranger even to you, and you have to work incredibly hard to keep your words from wobbling. 

“Baby? You okay?” 

You groan, long and low in your throat, and shift around aimlessly in your sheets. They feel too rough on your overly sensitive skin. 

“Not really.”

 You hear the sound of Jisung yelling at Hyunjin for something and then the noise of a door shutting, and the voices in the background fade out of earshot, and all you can hear is Changbin’s slow and steady breathing, and god, if it doesn’t make you clench up. 

Focus, (Y/N). 

“What’s wrong?” 

There it is, the alpha timber creeping into his words beneath the concern, and though he’s phrased it as a question, you know it’s not. 

It’s a command. 

You have to tell him. 

You shuck off your blankets, the air of the room feeling too hot against your molten skin, and throw an arm over your eyes to block out the morning sunlight sneaking past your blinds. 

God, your head is throbbing. 

“I started.” A pause, silence from the other end of the phone. “My rut, I mean.” 

There is the sound of a harsh exhale, and when Changbin speaks next, his voice is urgent, hushed, like he doesn’t want anyone else to overhear. 

You’re grateful. 

“When?” 

“This morning.” The words come out on a shuddered sigh, and you curl your fingers into a fist against your forehead, praying the pressure will help your pounding headache. 

It doesn’t. 

You feel like you want to cry. After absolutely destroying someone sexually of course. 

“You’re not on schedule, right-?” Changbin falters slightly, and you can hear the clear worry in his tone, and it helps to clear your head, if only for a moment. 

“No.” You shake your head on reflex and instantly regret the motion, groaning as it jostles the thundering ache behind your eyes. You take a moment to breathe through the pain, the heat, the persistent itch, and then you say, “It caught me off guard. Maybe you guys leaving triggered something. I dunno. Shit.” You breathe the swear out harshly, leaning down to grab the hem of your t-shirt as you rip it over your head in one frantic motion. “God, it’s so freaking hot.” 

“I know.” Changbin sympathizes, and you hear him rustling through something, maybe a suitcase, or a drawer. “It’s okay, baby.” A pause, and then his voice, dropping in volume once more, hesitant now. “Do you want me to stay on the line while you uh-you know?” 

“While I what?” You huff out, already reaching for the drawstring of your sweats, your body literally boiling alive. 

You know, even through the rut haze descending over your cognitive functions, what he’s insinuating, but some part of you wants to hear him say it. 

Changbin clears his throat and pushes ahead. “While you touch yourself or something? Would that help?” 

“Oh my god.” You manage to choke out an entirely unamused, slightly embarrassed laugh, the blush descending across your cheeks only furthering the heat creeping across your skin. “No.” 

There’s the sound of a door opening, saving you both from further embarrasment, and then Changbin murmurs hurriedly, quietly, into the phone, “Hold on, Minho’s here.” 

“Great.” You quip back, but maybe Minho can help, maybe he can come up with something that will just stop the burning long enough to-

There’s the sound of a rushed, muted conversation in the background, far enough away that you can’t make out any of the words, or maybe it’s just the hazy cloud that’s decensed over you the longer the suffering continues that’s made you incapable of functioning, but Changbin’s voice comes back on the line after just a moment, farther away now, as he says breathlessly, “Okay, baby? You’re on speaker phone. Minho knows what’s up.” 

“Tough luck, sweetheart.” Minho’s voice now, still slightly sarcastic, but a lot more serious than you’ve ever heard him before, echoes through the speaker. “Are you dying?” 

“Feels like it.” You groan out, desperately wishing you hadn’t spilled the only cup of water within reach, as your throat and mouth continue to fill with cotton and sand. 

“ Unfortunately, sweetheart, I’ve got more bad news for you.” 

You whine. “Of course you do.” 

Minho’s voice softens a little, dropping into more of a soothing tone, as if he’s coddling you, trying to wheedle and appeal to the snapping, impatient wolf that must be evident in every misery filled word you utter. 

“It snowed last night. A lot. I’m sure Jisung told you, but that also means the roads are impassable. And we won’t know when they’ll make it up here to clear them.” 

“So I’m screwed.” 

“For the foreseeable future at least, yes.” 

“What happened to breaking it to her gently?” Changbin hisses, and you can almost picture, in your fevered brain, Minho shrugging offhandedly. 

“I offered you a solution, and you shut it down, so-” 

“Don’t, Minho.” 

Changbin’s voice has dropped into a growl now, low and threatening, but Minho doesn’t waver. 

“Okay, your call. But she’s just going to suffer more, and it’ll be because of your weirdly possessive selfishness.” 

Their hushed arguement catches the attention of you and your wolf alike, and you manage to push yourself up on one elbow, long enough to look for another glass of water as you complain into the phone, almost a pathetic whine, “Seriously? Just tell me your idea. I’m desperate here.” 

Changbin growls again, but reluctantly acquieses. 

“Minho-” He hesitates over the word, as if fighting himself, fighting his alpha, and his voice is slightly choked, strangled, as if he really doesn’t want to say it out loud, but knows he needs to. “-Minho says that if you’re suffering that much already, and it’s just going to get worse, and you need help before we can get out of here and get back, that he can ask-” Another pause, another intake of harsh breath. “-Felix. To help you out.” 

Your wolf readily agrees to the idea-to the omega-even as every inch of your human body and heart balks immediately, violently at the other alpha’s words. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Well then-” Minho sighs, long suffering and annoyed, as if he’d already been through this exact same reaction and scenario with Changbin previously. “-guess you’ll be taking lots of cold showers and getting very well acquainted with your fingers this weeked, eh, sweetheart?” 

“Shut up.” 

“Hey, I’m only trying to help.” 

“I’ll be fine. I’ve done ruts on my own before just-” Your words cut off, and you bite back a gasp as you force yourself to sit up, the room instantly spinning, the nausea stampeding to the forefront. 

You sit on the edge of the bed, fingers digging into the thin mattress, until the black spots start to disperse from your vision. 

When you think you can form words again without instantly vomiting, you continue. 

“Just promise you won’t tell Jisung. Or Hyunjin.” 

The omega’s name, rolling off your tongue, makes you clench up with repressed need, and the heat is back, insistent, itchy, infuriating. 

You try very hard not to focus on thinking about your omega boyfriend at all. At least not until you get into the relative soundproof, private safety of the alpha dorm showers. 

God, you’d forgotten about the miserable horniness of all this. 

You hate it. 

A brief pause, and then Changbin agrees in a hushed, careful tone. 

“Okay. We won’t tell them. But promise me you’ll do something-” His voice drops, and there’s an edge now, dangerous, but also deadly serious, to his words, and you instantly catch his meaning, even if he doesn’t say it out loud, can’t say it out loud. “-anything-if it gets too bad before we can get to you.” 

“I’ll be fine.” You grate out between clenched teeth, as you force yourself up from the edge of the bed onto shaking legs. “Promise.” 

It’s a lie, and you all know it, but you’re grateful Minho and Changbin don’t call you out on it. 

*******

You’re considering if it’s worth it to make the trek to the showers again-you don’t know if your legs can take another trip, let alone the rest of your body-when there’s a timid knock at your door. 

You ignore it, bundled under the blankets, hot and sweaty and absolutely miserable, until the knock sounds again, louder this time, more insistent. 

You growl in irritation, throwing the blanket off of you-the soft one, that Jisung always sleeps with, because it’s the only thing you can stand against your skin right now-and squint, making your way to unlock the door. 

Cracking it open, the smell hits you before you even catch sight of the unwelcome visitor, and it instantly has you floundering backward, away from the doorknob, like you’ve been physically burned. 

“Felix?” You manage to croak out, already putting measurable distance between yourself and the omega, who enters your room without so much as a backward glance, quietly clicking the door shut behind him. 

“Hey.” He offers the hint of an unsure wave, lips trembling into the start of an awkward smile. 

You try not to count the freckles that crinkle across the bridge of his nose because of it. 

“Hey noona.” He repeats again, still slightly unsure, and another wave of baked goods and slightly spiced vanilla hits your nose with his words. 

God, he smells heavenly. 

You force your suddenly frantic wolf deep, deep down and try to ignore the sudden ache in your teeth, the almost instantaneous pool of saliva gathering around your gums. 

“Felix-” You repeat, dumbfounded, because between the haze of rut and the unlikely visitor standing hesitantly in your doorway, you’re not really sure what else to say. “-you really need to leave.” 

You know, know Felix isn’t stupid, know by the way his nostrils flare and his pupils dilate that he can instantly tell what’s happening, is instantly aware of how badly you want to pounce him, like a predator finally cornering its prey. 

And yet, he doesn’t back down in the slightest, swallowing hard enough that his adam’s apple bobs, before he says, deep voice vibrating in every core of your being, “I can help you know.” 

The words bounce around in your head like the screensaver on a microsoft computer, and it takes you a moment to form a response, takes you a moment to catch up, to realize what he’s offering. 

Your wolf eggs you on, wills you to take it, staring down, unblinking, unyielding, the pretty, perfect omega standing before you. 

Omega. He’s willing. You want him. Take it. See how well he handles your knot, how easily he takes to being bred, like a good little boy, good little omega-

Something inside of you clenches, nauseous, at the thought, and when Felix takes a step toward you, you instinctually back up, running your back into the windowsill with a painful bump. 

“Felix, I can’t-” 

Can’t what? Can’t accept him? Can’t handle this right now? Can’t control yourself? Can’t, can’t, can’t. 

Something in Felix’s face grows resolute, and he reaches out a hand, even though he’s nowhere near close enough to touch you. 

“Please let me help. Alpha.” 

The reverently uttered title has every muscle in your body shaking, the saliva gushing in around your tongue, canines clicking together sharply in frustration. Your fingers curl around the windowsill behind you, just in one last futile attempt to keep yourself grounded, and the sharp scent of wisteria blooms in the air between you-heady, intense, distressed, desperate. 

“Felix-” You pant out, shutting your eyes for a moment, trying to focus on anything but the sweet smell of butter cookies slowly filling the small room. You can feel the way the sweat is starting to drip down your forehead and into your eyes, salty and stinging, keeping you grounded, only slightly, in reality. “I can’t. It’s fine. I’ll just-” 

“You’ll just what?” Felix demands, and the suddenly sharp tone to his usually soft, demure voice has you blinking at him owlishly, trying to keep up with his sudden change of emotion. There’s a spark in his eyes now, angry, frustrated. “You’ll just what, noona? Handle it yourself? Stay locked away and suffer through it?” 

You bite down so hard on your tongue that you taste the coppery warmth of blood against your teeth, and when you speak again, your voice is as shaky as the rest of you. 

“Please, Felix-” 

Please what? Please help me? Please go away? Please don’t leave me? Please, please, please. 

Felix’s eyes soften into dark pools of warmth, and he takes another hesitant step toward you. 

Your wolf practically keens with need. 

“Hyunjin texted me.” 

The words are slow to render, as if they have to travel through percolated molasses in your head before you can comprehend them, and you feel yourself floundering. 

Beneath it all, the persistent itch grows to a dull ache. 

“Yeah?” You ask stupidly, your words slow, even to your own ears, and Felix nods, offering you the hint of a soft smile. 

“Yeah.” He tilts his head and watches you, curled against the window like a scared animal, and then he closes even more of the space. 

You’re salivating so much now, the taste of cookies on your tongue, that you’re surpised you’re not openly drooling. 

“He said it’s okay. It’s all okay, noona. They don’t want you to suffer through it on your own.” 

“Yeah?” You repeat again because it’s the only thing you can think to say, the only word you can form in your slow downward spiral into insanity. You sound exhausted and pathetic, even to yourself, but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

If Hyunjin and the others said it was okay-

You feel your shoulders relax marginally, and it finally feels like you can suck in a full breath of air for the first time since your rut started.

Your fingers itch to touch Felix’s skin. 

Something nags at the back of your mind, and before your wolf can pull you under, before you give in to instinct and lose all humanity and ravage the omega standing before you whole, you have to ask. 

“Felix.” 

Felix’s pupils blow-large and dark-at the drop of your voice into alpha timber, and the air is chilled with the scent of frosted pine, heightening the spicy undertones of vanilla. 

“Yes, alpha?” 

“Do you want to help me?” 

“God yes.” Felix breathes back, lips parted slightly, already drawing closer to you, and you know it’s the rut strengthened pheromones, because he looks slightly out of it already. 

A dam inside of you breaks as he closes the distance between the two of you, something you didn’t know you were holding back in the first place, because now, now it’s all okay. 

Felix is here. And your pack knows. And everyone is okay with everything and god, you really don’t want to do this on your own anymore-

And yet, as your fingers trace over Felix’s scent gland and he leans into your touch, you’re still hesitant, still unsure. 

Inside, your wolf growls impatiently. 

“Felix.” You say again, for what feels like the hundredth time, and he looks up at you, all doe eyes and black pupils. You swallow down the excess saliva coating your tongue and try to breathe through your mouth, filtering out the sweet, slick smell of baking cookies. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“You won’t hurt me.” He assures immediately, hand going up to cover your own where it rests against the base of his throat. His pulse is fluttering beneath the palm of your hand. He tilts his head and offers you the hint of a wry smile, freckles rippling as he does so. “I’m an omega. I was made for taking knots.” 

Something about his words make your hackles rise, wolf at sudden attention, ears pricked, and you take a deep breath in, before sliding your fingers up the slender column of his throat, letting your thumbs rest in the indents beneath his jaw, gently, insistent, against the cool of his skin. 

“Do you actually believe and more importantly, want that? Or did society just teach you that?” 

Felix’s eyes widen subtly, dark eyelashes fluttering against his skin. 

“Does it matter?” 

You nod, letting your fingers trace upward, across the plush, pink bow of his lips, the high, delicate arch of his cheekbones, the constellations of freckles dotting his skin. 

“It does to me.” 

Something akin to surprise flashes across the omega’s expression, and you don’t know Felix well enough-not yet-to read him completely, but you note the way his shoulders relax at your statement, the way his body seems to melt into the space of your own. 

“I want it.” He murmurs, looking up at you through impossibly dark lashes, expression serious. 

“You want it?” You repeat back, and you let a little alpha slip into your tone now, growling as you capture his chin in your fingers and tug him toward you, snagging his bottom lip none too gently between your teeth. “You want to be a good little omega for alpha, is that it?” 

“Yes.” Felix stutters out, whining against your lips as you lick into the hot recesses of his open mouth. “God, yes.” 

Felix tastes just like he smells-like a bakery full of the sweetest confectionary you could possibly ever hope to eat-and he’s all too willing and pliable as you lead him to the bed. 

Rut, and more importantly, rut sex, is never romantic-it’s frantic and biological and honestly a pain in the ass-but Felix is also undeniably pretty, and so after you’ve stripped both of you from your clothes, you take the moment to admire him, straddling his tiny waist, fingers curled around his wrists. 

“You’re pretty.” You remark offhandedly, cocking your head as you appreciate the view. 

Beneath your weight and the pattern of his freckles, Felix flushes. 

The smell of bakery in the air grows. 

“Thank you, alpha.” 

“I don’t want you to thank me.” You purr, leaning forward into his space now, running your nose first across his scent gland and then up the column of his throat. 

Beneath you, Felix whines. 

You smirk against his skin, sucking open mouthed kisses back down the path you just traced up his throat, and lick a stripe across the hollow of his collarbone, before you assuredly drag your teeth across the same spot, making him squirm and whine again-low in the back of his throat. 

You pull back to look at him, flushed and impatient beneath you, and your mouth waters at the smell of slick starting to pervade the air, barely noticeable beneath your own twisted concotion of wisteria and vanilla. 

You put your lips to his ear. 

“I want you to beg.” 

Felix chases your lips as you pull away, and you let him win, slotting your lips with his, teeth bumping and tongues tangling, hot and wet and messy. 

“Please-” Felix pants out when you separate, and you reach up to rub the tip of your finger across his spit swollen lips, red from kissing. 

“Please what?” 

“Please-” Felix digs his fingers into your waist, rolling his hips up into yours for friction, and you drop your head into his neck, lips parting, at the sudden contact, even as the omega lets his own head drop back against the mattress, gasping for air, as he forms the words. “Please let me have your knot.” 

“Good boy.” 

Felix is responsive, and sensitive, and altogether way too pretty for anyone’s good, and maybe it’s that fact, or the fact that he’s practically the picture perfect omega-all soft angles and flawless skin and lithe lines and sweet scent-but whatever it is, by the end, as you’re both gasping into coming, you feel the immeasurable urge to bite, to mark, to claim. 

You pin Felix down beneath you, stopping his movements abruptly, and even though he’s still panting, trying to reclaim his lost breath, coming down from the high, he stills, staring up at you with wide, surprised eyes. 

“Alpha-” 

“Felix.” You grate out, clenching your teeth, swallowing hard, as you try to force the urge back down into the pit of your stomach, clenching your eyes shut and biting back against the sudden, violent ache in your teeth. “Felix, just, I need you to-” 

You suck in a hiss of breath through your teeth, and will yourself to remain in control, try to ignore the saliva gathering beneath your tongue, the way Felix’s saccharine scent has seemed to heighten suddenly. 

You do everything in your power to not look at the weeping scent gland marking the side of Felix’s throat. 

Your teeth hurt and your jaw spasms. 

“Felix.” You repeat again on a huff of air, finally meeting his gaze, muscles trembling, as you hold yourself above him, connected by your knot. “I need you to do something for me.” 

“Anything.” Felix breathes out, and he’s got that post knot glow that only omegas seem to get. You try not to focus on that thought too much. 

“Tell me not to bite you.” 

Felix’s eyes widen, dark and swirling, and then he swallows, throat bobbing, before he whispers out haltingly, “Don’t-bite me.” 

“No claiming.” You go on, even though you know it sounds absolutely insane, seeing as how you don’t even really know each other. 

You wait silently for him to repeat it back to you.

“No claiming.” Felix parrots obediently, the confusion on his face giving way to open curiosity. 

You manage to force yourself to listen to his words, and with a frustrated click of your canines, force your wolf back down. 

“Shit.” You roll both of you onto your sides, so you’re staring at each other, and manage the hint of an exhausted smile. “That was intense.” 

Felix nods, reaching out to touch the sheen of sweat still on your forehead with a gentle poke of his finger. 

The air smells like warming cookies. 

His lips quirk into the hint of a wry smile as he continues to stare at you. 

“So. I guess I should say, nice to get to know you?” 

You chuckle tiredly, and nod. 

“Nice to get to know you.”

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[the-kr8tor]

My internet dropped out for a bit so sorry if I'm late with this! Also...card anon got my attention with that headcanon hehe.. Daily Hobie HC! I think he'd be all up for handmade gifts. Whether he's doing it for you, you for him, or perhaps both of you guys for the rest of the group. At first, it'd probably be pretty average. Just chatting about ideas and designs for whatever you guys are doing. What would suit who, perhaps even joking around about just saying 'screw it' and dumping specially colored glitter on them. However, this peace never lasts long because one of you always manages to start something. Whether it's you putting a sticker on Hobie's cheek, or him doing a little hand imprint of paint on your shirt (don't worry, it washes out), something will always manage to happen leaving both of you looking more like a crafted gift than the actual gifts. Maybe, Hobie possibly decides to just press a silly sticker onto your forehead, which in turn gets you to retaliate with showering him in glitter... Which results with you also being showered with glitter from him since Hobie will tackle you and rub the 'excess' glitter off onto you, as well as definitely stealing a kiss from you. Sometimes, you'll even draw/paint on his face, at the cheap price of 'decorating' his face with kiss marks before you draw/paint on his face. Afterwards, Hobie will come out with multicolored whiskers and a red triangle nose, with the background of your kisses all over his face, but hey, he'll absolutely own it. And sometimes, Hobie will do the exact same, putting on the reddest/most vibrant colored lipstick on and brutally murdering you with kisses as revenge for managing to make a ball of glitter and throwing it at him. The others never seem to ask any questions when both of you guys looked as if you went into Willy Wonka's factory but instead of chocolate it's bloody glitter... at least they appreciate the gifts though. You worked hard on not letting Hobie dousing them in hot pink and green glitter. Also, yes. I have made a glitter ball before and WHEN I SAY USE THEM AS A LAST RESORT... TAKE ME SERIOUSLY BECAUSE THOSE ARE DEADLY. Glitter balls contaminate your whole country if you're not careful... - 🐦‍⬛

I've been looking for you, 🐦‍⬛ anon!!

YAYY DAILY HOBIE HC!!!!

Crafting time = create a mess in Hobie's mind lmaoo 🤣🤣 it would be so fun tho! There'd be so many smooches in between!

Him wiping paint on your clothes is so real tho 😂 you stand up and he just chuckles to himself and you have no idea what there's a handprint on your shorts 🤣🤣

Ahhhhh at the end you're both covered in bright purple and neon green lipstick kisses!! 😍

A glitter bomb?!! I imagine it's like that one scene in Peter pan where Tinkerbell does that lol

I bet you're still finding glitter in your house 😂

#ask answered #chatting with lovelies #hobie thoughts #hobie headcanons #🫶🫶🫶 #🐦‍⬛ anon #ly

[onejellyfishplease]

Jelly, help, I’m already letting this au consume me LOL

K so translating my notes(cause my writing sucks) and then a breakdown of each doodle. This is just some ‘testing the waters’ doodles to see what ideas I like and what I don’t.

This isn’t actually finished yet, but I ended up loving the Sketchpage that I wanted to show, so here we are lol

“Lantern/light clan cult gang thing, tried to get Donnie to join by sending an oozesquito after him.”

So yeah, there’s a gang of moths that worship light and they wanted somebody smart in their ranks. They wanted Donnie to join because he was known all over the hidden city for his intelligence during the krang invasion. They uhh… They kinda kidnap him during a mission ig lol. He escapes but not before getting turned partially into a moth. They weren’t really as smart so they didn’t even think that maybe the mutation would only take partial transformation so uhhh mission failed-

“Tiny hairs as per many insects”

I liked your idea of the hairs that allow Donnie’s hands to stick to stuff, so it was kind of a no brainer to add that here too, since moths stick to stuff all the time.

“Common Crimson & Gold Moth (an attempt at keeping sorta purple colors)”

Yeah no, it’s more red and gold than anything but dang these things are pretty. Could be a nice design.

“Luna Moth (mostly here for the green, but an iconic moth too)”

Yeah, I wanted a nice green match for the wings as a potential option too, and I also figured when you think of moths, a lot of people think of Luna moths.

“White Ermine Moth (fluffy Dalmatian vibes)”

Kinda thrown in for the recognizable reason again, since a lot of people tend to think immediately of fluffy snowy white moths like white ermine moths or poodle moths.

I kinda like the first two a bit better tho, ngl.

“Eyes go black when pissed or scared?”

Yeah, so, I had an idea where his eyes would invert so his eyes were black with white pupils, but I kinda dropped that idea, but then I picked it up again and thought maybe his eyes look more moth-like when really stressed or enraged or smth?

“So meticulous but I love the detail ngl…”

“Mini moth man”

So yeah, I learned I liked the more meticulous antenna style. Also yeah, even if I don’t use it I’m totally making a Mothman version of him lol

“Smth like this ig??”

Me trying to figure out the wings and she’ll mix. I had the idea that the wings would sprout out from inside, sorta like your idea ngl, but I think it’d be less like… Under, and more through, so the wings would kind of be impossible to hide at that point.

“Donnie Day 1

‘Everything’s fine ✨’

‘W a t ?’”

“Donnie Day 5

‘isaideverythingsfine~’

‘Wat.’”

A stupid silly comic I made for an idea I had where Donnie starts out kinda like a moth caterpillar, looking and feeling normal, but the more days that go by the bigger his wings and antenna grow, becoming impossibly to hide, and he just can’t really pretend that he’s a full turtle anymore lol

Also definitely not motivated by me wanting to implement an idea about how apparently the reasons you get holes in your clothes is because caterpillars are eating through it (and not fully grown moths usually) so maybe he’d be hoodie biting excessively during that time lol

I have a few more snippets only written on Google docs right now but gosh I am loving this au, I totally see the fun of formation swapping Donnie now LOL

Eventually, all the important info will be on one sheet though (hopefully) and I’ll tag you then about it lol

OMG i actually love this so much!

i love how the transformation is a slow one.

And he eats his clothes as a nervous habit??? love it. glorius. amazing.

Also the eyes going black? that would be so creepy to see, it would definitely terrify villians. and his brothers (the first few times lol)

AND HES FLUFFY AHHHHH

#also i love the cult bit at the beginning #how they wanna capture donnie and make him #one of us one of us one of us #but arent really competant enough to do so lol #rottmnt #rottmnt au #moth donnie au #?? #idk what u want to call it #rottmnt donnie #asks

[doodle-pops]

ahhhhh i’m so excited this made my day!

fëanorians reacting to their s/o loving to cross stitch/embroider and stitching little designs into hidden spots in their clothes for them to find later? 🫶🏼

It's a joyous activity they look forward to whenever they wear a new piece of clothing or one that's been torn. Rushing to the area that's been ripped, their eyes would fall upon the happy stitches you've left in the form of the sun or flowers, or even a heart. Not the type to purposefully tear their clothes and then rush to have you fix them, but the ones who attempt to reduce tears, because they understand constantly stitching, is tiring.

Maedhros, MAGLOR, CARANTHIR, CELEBRIMBOR

They are surprised by the little patterns they come across on their articles of clothing one day as they try on their usual torn-up apparel. The little glimmer of brighter colours on their monotonous garb shocks them but also makes a smile form. When they go through all their torn-up apparel and realised that you've fixed them all with patterns, they won't brace you or anything. Instead, they would constantly get their clothes torn up to have you fix them.

Feanor, CELEGORM, Curufin, AMROD, AMRAS

#reactions #maedhros x reader #caranthir x reader #celebrimbor x reader #feanor x reader #maglor x reader #celegorm x reader #curufin x reader #amras x reader #amrod x reader #feanorians #silmarillion imagine #doodlepops responds

[journalsouppe]

My Breath of the Wild Spread!! Only one week until Tears of the Kingdom!! I had such a fun time playing it last year but I would change my rating on the game after playing more of the Zelda games and watching the Tears of the Kingdom trailers. It's a gorgeous game but it definitely lacks elements that Tears of the Kingdom promises to provide. It's still a great game nonetheless!

I'm currently playing through the DLCs and will post that spread later on! The official BOTW stickers can be found here on amazon and the dragon stickers were a limited run by KellCarr!

Writing typed below!

Rating: 9.7 Played: Spr 2022 Port: Switch + DLC

Comments:

Encountering the dragons is so beautiful

I beat all 120 shrines!

The architecture is so well thought out I hope to study it more

I hope to tame the Lord of the Mountain -> I did!

The paraglider is so fun :)

The music is so incredibly beautiful

Exploring the new land was a unique experience that I am excited for in TOTK/BOTW 2

I wish there were more varied enemies

FUCK the colosseum

Ganon was so hard, once again I wanted to cry (my friend told me it was so easy that she beat phase 1 without clothes and that messed me up so bad lol)

One of my favorite memories is encountering Kass for the first time outside of Zora's Domain

I can't believe the fairy clothes are TINGLE AHHHHH

I really love the new zora designs

I like how the gorons are genderless

I don't love Zelda's design because her hair is so solid. I love it when she cuts it [in TOTK]

<3 you Sidon

I hope he's in BOTW 2...

Summary:

An unbelievably beautiful game and story. I think it is a game that illustrates the weight of duty and the harm that can put one under. Both Link and Zelda faced different symptom of depression after Fate and the world dictated who they should be. I am so glad in the end Link and Zelda try to become their own people in these roles and rely on each other as friends. The exploration aspect was truly magical. The music, the art, the architecture, the memories, all of it cultivated in to such a special game and I am so excited for its sequel.

I also want to say I played this game when I was going through the some of the worst experiences I've ever had and the summary reflects that. To this day I still view this as a very tragic but hopeful game. I have very strong interpretations of this game that contrasts a lot with how others view the game as a result of what I went through, but I don't necessarily think that's a bad thing. I'm very grateful I decided to play Zelda when I did because it really helped me understand what I was going through and led me to start journaling. Although I still have opinions on how this game could've been better, I do appreciate what it's done for me. (And don't worry I'm doing a lot better now ^_^)

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #tloz #legend of zelda #loz #the legend of zelda #Zelda journal #botw #breath of the wild

[clover-color]

I want to do this...

Crossover...Them in their birthday outfits...anniversary...

ahhhhh

I want to cross over with someone else..but..I don't know.

They're in other people's style or they're in other people's clothing designs..

#kg milgram au #milgram au

[cixrosie]

AHHHHH IM SO CUTEEEEE

i made it on here : https://designer.microsoft.com/image-creator?p=Funko+figure+of+%5Ban+activity+or+role%5D%2C+%5Bfemale+or+male%5D%2C+called+%5BName%5D%2C+wearing+a+%5Bspecific+clothes+and+glasses%5D%2C+%5Bspecific+hair%5D+and+has+%5Baccessories%5D.+Holding+a+%5Bsomething%5D.+The+Funko+is+displayed+inside+a+Funko+box+with+%5Btext%5D+text+and+%5Blogo%5D+logo+for+the+box%2C+allowing+visibility+of+the+figure%2C+typography%2C+3D+render

#nhl #new jersey devils #hockey #autumn talks hockey 🏒 #AHHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

[midnightmah07]

Hi, hello, it me, yeah I’m back. Before I get started talking about what I drop in for I just wanted to say, I absolutely love your art😍 every day I look forward to seeing your posts. You have change my POV on oc x cannon with Daggie. They are just so cute and silly I want to put them in a pancake. But anyways, your art has inspired me to make many twst oc of my own(and by many I mean 2 maybe three idk yet) but I only have a design for one of them

This is Grayson, he my baby and I love him. I’ve only drawn him a couple of times but idk where I put them 🤷🏻 whoops-

From this picture(it’s like two months old) his design has changed a bit. But still somewhat like that.

but what I came here to talk about is the super silly friendship he has with some characters👏

just to be clear these friendships I’m going to write out are still under development, lots of things are gonna change as I finalize his character!

Okay, to start off,

-Ruggie: they are like best friends, since they are in the same class they’ll study and work together. Grayson likes to randomly visit Savanaclaw and bring snacks and donuts and just food in general. I see them teasing the first years a lot(it’s a normal thing) and overall having a very wholesome bond.

-Floyd: somewhat the same with Ruggie but a bit more silly. Grayson and Floyd have been friends since childhood. They grew up in the same area and went to the same schools. But Grayson being a new addition to the group (Floyd, Jade, and azul) he was a bit overwhelming for them, except Floyd, they matched each others energy. If one of them did something bad so did the other.

-Epel: Epel is Grayson’s favorite first year and he makes that very clear to the others. So clear that Adeuce gets jealous. But Grayson took a liking to epel, 1) because Grayson likes small colorful things, and 2) Epel told him that he was having a had time fitting in, epel didnt really know how to act proper, or wear fancy clothes. But Grayson didn’t know so well either but having 4 sisters he had a few tricks he knew so he offered to help. And thus they became friends👏👏

okay last one

-Kailm: They are an equation for disaster. When Kailm is planing a party, Oh well, Grayson gonna make him take it a step further. “Hey Grayson what do ya think ‘bout the balloons?!”

“Hm, how about you take that ballon arch over there, get more of it, and line it all up along the path. Oh and we need some pyro effects!”

yeah that’s how it goes and them Jamil has to child lock EVERYTHING from both of them.

but anyways, Grayson still has some construction that needs to be finished. But yeah, he’s not my oc x cannon oc I’m still figuring that one out. But I hope you enjoyed listening to me ramble about my child. I will see you in the comments of your posts 🫡

bye bye!!!

AHHHHH HE'S SO SO SO SILLY I HAD A SMILE ON MY FACE THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS READING THIS...

First of all I'm so so happy you started liking oc x canon more because of my OCs, that makes me so happy to hear!! Especially bc I was exactly in your place and a dear friend of mine changed my mind with her own oc x canon; I'm so glad you like my art and my content, especially my babies daiggie<33 it warms my heart!!

Also, I love the little interactions Grayson has with everyone, especially bc I'm a huge Ruggie and Kalim fan!! Seeing him being silly with them is soooo cute and fun!! I look forward to seeing him more💙

#💙! mah's answers

[herbrattybaby]

𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓(𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐)

Goin shoppin with wainbow and pinky I wuv them" Y/n singed as she walked in the middle of the two of them holding on to each of their hands. Akaza wore a long sleeved hood with the hood up so nobody could see his face while Doma wore his usual attire.

"We're here angel!" Doma said as they stopped in front of a small store. It was a little store. Y/n looked inside to see onsies, plushies, sippy cups, anything a little would need. Doma picked her up and twirled her around and headed inside leaving Akaza to trail behind them.

"Hello! Welcome to the little boutique is there anyway I can help you today?" The worker greeted. She was rather short with long brown hair and beautiful green eyes.

"Y/n just got classified as a little and we aren't for sure what to get for her" Akaza replied and handed her the identification card. She pulled out a pair of large round glasses from her pocket and read the card.

"It seems like her regression will primarily been in baby and young toddler years. So I'd recommend getting her a couple bottles and a sippy cup, pacifiers, and a crib with adjustable bars AND don't forget about the toys of course" she smiled and looked at Akaza and then at you.

"Well then what are we waiting for! Come on angel let's get your stuff" Doma exclaimed and led Y/n to some toys leaving the worker and Akaza alone.

"You can take off your hood I know your a demon" whe said kindly leaving Akaza in shock. How did she know.

Akaza took off his hood to reveal his face.

"How did you know?"

"You see im a witch. And whenever a demon is around I get a really awful smell. And let's just say my cards already predicted this whole thing"

They both look over to see you holding a snake plushy hugging it close while Doma laughed.

"Please protect her shes far too innocent for this world"

"I won't let anything happen to her. Not while I'm still standing"

30 minutes later Y/n got all of the things she needed which was a LOT. Becasue Doma kept pointing stuff out that he thought she'd like.

"Bye! I hope to see you guys again soon" She said as the twin carried all the items out of the shop. When they were out of the store Nakime teleported them back to the fortress.

Daki and Gyuataro looked at all the things they bought that was taller than akaza and Doma put together.

"I guess good littles get spoiled don't they" Daki laughed and started tickling you.

"HAHAHA AUNTY STOP" Y/n laughed.

"Awwwww you called me aunty! You're the cutest little to ever exist" Daki put her sash around her and made her fly in the air. Doma was cheering it on while Akaza felt like he was gonna pass out.

"Me and Kokushibo have finished the nursery" Nakime announced.

"I wanna see aunty!"

"Then let's go"

"PUT HER DOWN FIRST"

"WOAHHH I WUV IT" Y/n started running around the room and looking at things. It was HUGE! Everything she could have possibly dreamed of.

All the excitement of the day must have tired her out becasue Y/n yawned and rubbed her eyes sleepily.

"Looks like it's nap time for you. Can I help you get changed sweetie?" Daki asked. She nodded to tired to say anything. Daki looks through your wardrobe of outfits and sees a cute white onsie with pink sleeves with cute pink designs on it. She takes it off the hanger and then gets a pink paci out of a pacifier box. She figured you might need a diaper so she grabbed one of those too. 

"Alright cutie let's get you changed!"

Daki helped you get your clothes off and slipped the diaper underneath you making sure to tape it tight but not too tight of course. She guided each one of your arms and legs into the correct holes and buttoned it up.

"Say ahhhhh" Daki cooed as she held out your paci.

You opened your mouth and she put the pink paci in your mouth watching as it bobbed in and out of your mouth.  Daki tucked you into your crib and put the gates up.

"Goodnight cutie" Daki whispered as she shut the lights and closed the door .

"How was she sis?" Gyutaro asked.

"She was good! Poor baby was too small to even get her pajamas on by herself" Daki replied to her brother.

"Aren't you the cutest little thing!" Doma cooed at you as you were sleeping in your crib cuddling with your stuffed bunny he got for you earlier.

He carefully picked you up from your crib causing you to stir a bit but he shushed and bounced you to calm you down.

"Shhhh you're okay"

Doma snuck you out of the infinity fortress and went to his temple where his followers were quick to greet him.

"Lord Doma who is that girl?" A male follower asked.

"This is my little friend Y/n! All of you better treat her nicely or else" Doma replies with a threatening smile. His followers shivered and quickly nodded. Doma sat on his throne with you on his lap sleeping peacefully. Doma can't remember the last time he felt emotion but when he looked.at you he felt his heart rate increase and warm by how precious you were.

"I'll always keep you safe little one" Doma whispered and held you closer.

"DOMA!!!"

Doma heard Akazas yell before he kicked down the door waking you up in the process.

"Akaza you woke up the little one! That can't go unpunished can it" Doma smiled but Akaza could tell he was mad. He placed you on his throne before he charged at Akaza attacking him. Doma was slicing him with his fans while Akaza kicked his jaw off.

Y/n was crying not wanting her friends to fight. The two were so focused on beating the others ass they didn't notice her running out of the room. She made her way out of the temple and ran into the forest.

Kokushibo appeared and slammed their heads in causing each of their skulls to Crack.

"Where's is Y/n" Kokushibo asked ready to kick the shit out of the two again.

"Shes right th-" Doma pointed but stopped when he realized you weren't there anymore.

Kokushibo grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into a wall breaking it.

"You idiot! Muzans child could be anywhere by now and it's entirely your fault"

Akaza stepped in.

"Kokushibo I'm sure I can find her leave it to me"

He nodded and threw Doma across the room.

By now you made it to a small town where you could smell delicious udon. You followed the smell until you were infront of a delicious udon restaurant.

"UMAI"

'dat noodle must me nummy!' Y/n thought and waddled her way into the restaurant. Looking around she saw a man with orange and red hair eating what looked to be his third bowl of udon. Before he could shove more noodles in his mouth he saw you staring up at him in fascination.

Rengoku has only met one little before and their little age was 8. But he figured your little age was really young based on your onsie and paci.

He got up from the table and walked over to you crouching down to your level so you'd feel more comfortable.

"Are you lost little one? Where's your caregiver?" Rengoku asked worryingly. Y/n started to cry, scared she'll never see her caregiver or her aunts and uncles again. This moment made Rengoku so happy he was a classified Caregiver.

"There's no need to cry little one! I'm sure your caregiver is looking for you right now! Let's see if we can find them" Rengoku held out his hand for you to take. You were a little hesitant but he understood it must be hard for you to trust a stranger so he was patient. Eventually you smiled through your paci and grabbed his hand.

Rengoku asked nearly everyone in the town but nobody knew who you were or who your caregiver could possibly be. By this time you could hardly keep your eyes open. You held your arms out to Rengoku wanting him to carry you. He happily obliged and held your form in his arms.

"I'll take you to a friend that can look after you until we find your caregiver"

You nodded and drifted off to sleep



~

𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒐 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔



•Gyutaro and Daki think of you as a baby sister

•Kokushibo was secretly really worried about you

•Akazas hate for Doma grew

•Doma originally wanted to get close to you to piss off Akaza but ended up getting attached

#fandom agere #agerereader #little!reader #little space #knyagere #kny agere #demon slayer agere

[yourslashersfinalgirl]

A New World | Prologue

Masterlist | TTMJWRAADL Masterlist

Key:

Japanese: regular text

English: bolded

Thoughts: in italics

So here you were, lying in bed sulking over the Demon Slayer ending. It sucked knowing that Gotouge had to rush the ending of the series but hey you were glad that at least there even was an ending. "Ahhh this is so sad... I'm gonna miss reading new chapters every week." Burying yourself deeper in your blankets effectively creating a makeshift cocoon, you're lulled to sleep by the Demon Slayer soundtrack quietly playing on the phone that was placed on the side of your bed. 

I wish I could meet everyone from Demon Slayer, I'd do everything I could to save them from dying...

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Finding yourself shivering due to the cold, you awaken to find that your blankets were missing, and more importantly, you were on the snow-covered floor of a forest.

Okay, what the fuck?

You wrap your arms around your torso resulting in futile attempts to preserve your body heat.

God, it's so fucking cold.

Squinting your eyes a bit to try and take in your surroundings, you push your back against a nearby tree for a small sense of security. You were afraid. I mean, who wouldn't be? Waking up in the middle of the forest with hardly any clothes while it was snowing would be pretty frightening for anyone to experience.

Where the fuck am I? Why is it snowing? It wasn't snowing at home, was it? It's still dark... Wait, where's my phone?"

Frantically, you try to search the area around you, although it was quite difficult since there was snow everywhere and the moon barely shone from behind the thick clouds. You eventually decide to give up, clutching your freezing hands in a pathetic effort to warm them up again. 

God damn it, I don't even have my phone with me. Where the hell even am I? How the fuck did I get here? How do I get back home? Should I stay here or go look for help? I don't wanna die in the woods ahhhhh-

Deciding it was best to find help as soon as possible to avoid freezing to death, you venture out in the direction you hope leads you out of the woods.

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After walking through the woods for a couple of hours, you can finally make out the sun's warm rays slowly rising into the sky from behind a neighboring mountain. With the sun now out, the snow around you begins to melt ever so slightly. 

Finally the sun! Oh, how I missed you so much, you beautiful ball of flames!

Stumbling out onto a dirt road, you look around for any trace of another person. Your eyes seemed to focus on a figure out in the distance heading in your direction.

Normally I'd be nervous to even approach anyone... but today I am terrified. Fuck it, nothing's made the slightest of sense today.

You jog over to them, your whole body still shivering and quite possibly about to become an ice pop. 

"Uh- um, excuse me? Can you please tell me where I am? And where I can find the nearest transportation system?" You keep your eyes trained on the floor, afraid of looking a random stranger in the eye whilst looking like a complete mess. The stranger shifts in place, an audible "Eh?" escaping the boy's mouth. "I'm sorry miss, I don't know what you're saying. Could you repeat that?"

Sumimasen? Excuse me? What the fuck?

Finally gaining some confidence, you tear your eyes off the ground to look at the boy in front of you, you take a step back while a small gasp leaves you. Standing in front of you stood a boy around the age of twelve or thirteen, with tanned skin, and burgundy hair that was combed back nicely, exposing his forehead that had a noticeable scar on the top left side of it, his wide eyes were also filled with the same shade of burgundy as his hair. His outfit consisted of a white robe with black pants, covered by a checkered, black, and sea-foamed green haori. Hanging off his ears were a pair of hanafuda earrings with a beautiful white-and-red flower design on them. In his arms was a beat-up basket with some bamboo and straw.

"What- Why do you look like-"

Woah, why does he look EXACTLY like Tanjiro? Is he a cosplayer? That scar looks way too realistic though- But maybe he's good with makeup? Also, his hair looks way too real.

You begin to feel quite self-conscious and uncomfortable under "Tanjiro's" stare, considering you were extremely undressed for the weather and you had no idea what he had just said. Plus, you looked like a blizzard just barfed on you. "Ah, could you maybe say that a little slower? And in English?"

He tilts his head in confusion, then shakes it with a confused smile adorning his features. "I still don't know what you just said. Oh- but you look cold." After saying whatever he said, he places the basket with his supplies down and takes his haori off to drape it across your shoulders, "There! I hope that's better for you... Oh, I should tell you my name! I'm Kamado Tanjiro."

Giving him a grateful smile, you instantly pause as he introduces himself.

Did he just... Say his name was Tanjiro? THERE'S NO WAY, IF HE'S ACTUALLY TANJIRO THEN THAT MEANS I'M IN DEMON SLAYER? WHICH IS NOT GOOD! 

You fall to your knees and Tanjiro visibly panics, "Are you okay miss? What's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?" Your vision blurs as tears begin to slowly drop from your eyes, "I don't know what you're saying, all I could understand was you said your name was Tanjiro- but- that can't be possible... There's no way you're actually the Tanjiro from Demon Slayer." Rapidly wiping your eyes from the tears you weakly point to yourself, "Not that it matters too much but I'm [Y/N]- ah, but you guys say your last names first right? Uh- I'm [L/N] [Y/N]."

"[Y/N]? Is that your name?" Hearing him repeat your name, you nod your head, clutching his haori closer to your body. Tanjiro's eyes soften as he grabs a hold of your hand, helping you up. He picks up the basket that was beside him and starts your walk. You let him lead the way, unsure of where the two of you were going, although you weren't too troubled with this, considering you knew Tanjiro would never do anything to hurt you.

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Reaching a small opening in the side of a mountain, Tanjiro lets go of your hand and places the basket on the floor. "Nezuko," Tanjiro calls out into the opening.

Oh, that's right this is where Nezuko dug that hole, and then she got all tiny to fit into the basket!

Looking into it, the two of you see nothing besides a hole that was dug into the ground, "Huh? Nezuko! She's gone!". Right as Tanjiro finishes his sentence, Nezuko conveniently pops her head out with a worried expression resting upon her gentle features. You hold yourself back from fawning over her and settle with just giving her a smile and wave. Tanjiro turns to you with a bright smile on his face, "Ah, [Y/N]! This is Nezuko, my little sister." Without needing to understand Japanese to know he was introducing her to you, you happily nod your head.

Tanjiro then shifts his attention to the basket and gets to work in an attempt to make something good enough to transport his sister.

Wow...Tanjiro really is amazing!

You would've offered to help but you had no idea how to so you left him to do all the work. Not knowing what else to do, you turn back to Nezuko and talk to her, although it was definitely a one-sided conversation considering she had a muzzle over her mouth. Although she couldn't reply, Nezuko still seemed interested in what you had to say, so you eagerly told her about where you came from, not exactly specifying that you weren't from their universe and things you were interested in.

Finishing up the basket rather quickly, Tanjiro enters the "mini cave" urging Nezuko into the basket to continue their journey to Urokodaki. Switching your attention from Tanjiro and opting to just stare at Nezuko, what can you say? She's really pretty, she crawls into the basket leaving most of her body protruding from it. Stifling a laugh, you approach the siblings and pat Nezuko's back, "Nezuko, you should shrink down! Be tiny, be even more adorable than you already are!" 

The two of you watch as Nezuko shrinks herself down to a smaller size, "Ah, Nezuko, you shrunk!" 

"Yay, good job Nezuko!", both you and Tanjiro proudly pat her head, as the younger girl lets out a content hum. Tanjiro gives a slightly dejected smile as he faces you, "I'm sure you can tell by what you just saw but, Nezuko isn't human. She was turned into a demon recently and I'm trying to find a way to turn her back." 

You tilt your head in confusion and reply, "Tanjiro, I'm pretty sure you just told me some really depressing backstory or something, and I’m sorry for that, but I don't understand a thing you just said." His eyes turn into dots and you try hard not to lose it.

THEIR EYES ACTUALLY DO THAT HERE? DOES THAT MEAN I CAN DO IT TOO?

"That's right, you don't understand me since you don't speak Japanese. It's kind of weird... If you don't speak Japanese then what language are you speaking right now?" Shaking his head with a determined look on his face, he positions the basket that was carrying Nezuko onto his back and gently grabs your hand once again.

His hands are surprisingly soft...

"We should probably find you some new clothes on our way too since you could get sick wearing so little in this weather..." He trails off looking at your unique attire with a bit of red tinting his cheeks.

Ahh, he's so cute!

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The two of you had been walking for a few hours now as was evident with the sun slowly setting in the distance. Tanjiro had wavered away from the trail and was now conversing with a woman who had her child close to her side. You didn't care enough to listen in on their conversation since you knew he was asking for directions for the mountain Urokodaki lived on. Awkwardly standing there, you notice the three of them turn to look at you. The woman swiftly gives a nod of her head and goes into her home. "Bro, Tanjiro, what was that? Why'd you all look at me like I did something wrong?" Thinking that was the end of it, you turn to face the road and take a few steps forward, "Ah, [Y/N], wait! We need to wait for the lady to come back out with your things." Stopping in your tracks after hearing your name and the word "wait", you give Tanjiro yet again another confused look.

Shortly after, the woman comes back out with some fresh clothes. It consisted of a black kimono with delicate pink roses patterned onto it, a sash (you think it's called an obi or something) a couple of shades darker than the roses, a white haori with matching flowers, and a pair of sandals and socks in her arms. Tanjiro gives you a warm smile and nudges you gently, urging you to take the items. The woman once again begins speaking, "Here's your change of clothes. You can get dressed inside. If you need assistance please just call for me and I'll be there right away." Trying to understand what she said, you just nod your head with a grateful smile plastered on your face, "Ah, thank you."

Tanjiro seemed to almost do a double-take, his eyes widening a bit.

He's probably surprised I spoke a bit of Japanese, heh.

The woman leads you inside her home, taking you to what you assumed was her bedroom. Getting dressed you realized you had no idea how to properly put on a kimono resulting in a considerable amount of struggle. Eventually giving up, you open the door a crack and call out for the lady, "Uh, how do you say it again? Uh, Excuse me?"A few seconds later, the woman peeks around the corner and notices the door. She enters the room and chuckles, "Here, let me help."

Once you're finally properly dressed, the lady hands you a small bag with your clothes neatly folded. You thank the woman awkwardly "Oh, uhhh, thank you..." In return, you receive a warm smile, "You're welcome!"

You meet Tanjiro outside and notice him attempting to pay the woman for her kindness. She shakes her head trying to give the money back, but Tanjiro grabs your hand and runs away while waving his free hand in goodbye.

Bro, now I feel bad- Tanjiro really just bought me some clothes cause I was under-dressed here. Well, at least I won't be freezing anymore...

As it gets darker, you begin to wonder how long it will take to reach Urokodaki.

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Once the sun had fully set, Tanjiro let Nezuko out of the basket. She was quick to hold onto her older brother's hand and glance at you before setting off once again.

The three of you spot a temple in the distance and your heart begins to race.

Oh shit, the temple demon.

"Look, a temple!" Tanjiro exclaims, "There's a light on so some people must be inside. Let's go see-" He suddenly cuts himself off and you try to mentally prepare yourself for what's to come. "I smell blood! Someone might be hurt!" Tanjiro begins rushing up towards the temple dragging Nezuko and yourself with him.

Holy fuck, I'm not prepared for this.

#kny x you #kny x reader #kny x y/n #platonic kny #platonic tanjiro #platonic nezuko #this is for my aro-ace peeps #demon slayer x reader

[genshinboys]

I feel like a princess 🤭

1. Some of my favorite colors to wear are black, gold, and baby pink, and white ( you can choose whichever colors to design with)

2. I will never wear anything brown or yellow. Since I have a darker completion they do not look right on my skin tone at ALL blegh.

3. I enjoy wearing skirts I absolutely adore them

4. I don’t like loose fitting clothes, I’m more of a tight fit gal

5. Oh geez I’m very indecisive so this is a hard choice…let me flip a coin! … Preppy it is!

6. I do love me a good floral/nature pattern so if you could incorporate anything like a vine patter or like a flower pattern that would be nice! If doable of course!

7. Ahhhhh time to flip another coin….Gorou!

Thank you so much for agreeing to do this for me Love! 🤭💕

Omg Yes?

This whole request screams an extra cute outfit in my head! When you say you like wearing skirts does it also mean I can design a dress? I'm not sure yet just brainstorming for now 😂👌

Thank you for requesting it ❤️😭 you're the best!

#[🌸] moots #[💖] annette's mail #[🖍} designing for my followers