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sarascamander · 7 months

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I watched a horror movie last night and OMG it's better than I expected. So this movie have a romance subplot and normally I HATED romance in horror because they are done on surface level, and is distracting us from the real plot and generally not good.

BUT HOLY GOD I LOVE IT IN THIS MOVIE

The main characters have AMAZING chemistry with each other. Like AMAZING. They are so cute too like what the hell 😭

So this guy basically can see ghost and he found this girl who is a ghost and be friend with her. On the other hand there is another evil ghost going around killing people. And it's kind of funny to see the contrast because you'll see these two being sweets together and then it cut the the scene where someone is brutally murdered 😂

Here's a few scenes I love with them

1) when the guy, Rakka told the ghost girl, Windy to leave him alone and go away and don't bother him ever again. And so she did and yk what happen? Boy literally searched for her in the whole school the next day, and he tried to be so freaking casual about it like 'idc she's not here but where the fuck is she'. Like bro just admit that you missed her 😭😭 and he even searched for her in the bus stesen where they first met. Like. He really missed her and want her present even though he said otherwise. Then ofc he met her there and apologize (it was so cuteeeee)

2) So Windy can't see her reflection bc, well she's dead. And there's a scene where they took a selfie together and she realised that she have no reflection and she was so sad about it. She stared into a pool and see nothing and all sad then the guy came and HE DREW HER. He showed her his drawing of her and it was SO FREAKING SWEET the way she smiled at him for that. Her face literally light up and he was so giddy and happy that he made her happy and they are so precious PLEASE.

3) she came to his house while he and his uncle was having dinner and she started dancing to this song. And the guy literally stared at her with the most fascinated, adoring, in love face I've ever seen. THERE'S HEARTS IN HIS EYES. THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER OMG with that stupid goofy smile on his face. Like I melted. I melt like a popsicle. I don't know how Windy didn't fold when she have him looking at her like that. Even his uncle (who can also see her. It's a family thing) know that he have feelings for the girl. Takkan doesn't even bothered when his uncle remind him that she is dead. AND THEN THEY DANCE TOGETHER. They are so fucking goofy and cute.

4) the masked ghost attacked him so he drew the ghost and showed it to Windy . Windy get all into overprotective gf mode and literally tear out the drawing and start stomping on it while saying that she hated the ghost that tried to hurt him. HE LOOKED SO IN LOVE THAT MOMENT. Like he was so happy to know that there is someone that wanting to protect him and care about him. I swear, I have the biggest crush on Rakka especially when he smiled like THAT.

5) okay but the fact that the people at the school bullied Windy so BAD and it's the reason she die really pissed me off. Like I'm not even guilty that they die, IN FACT I'M HAPPY. Because Windy deserve so much better 😭😭 I hate bullies with all my heart. And she was so sad when she realised her past (she didn't remember anything before). I want to protect her so bad.

6) Rakka is a such a cool character. He gets bully constantly and he hate himself a little for always getting bully, for never standing up for himself when he's actually so wonderful. It's very sad to me when he get frustrated and said that why does he even bother defending other people and get bully for them when they don't even care about it. Like baby boy let me hold you.

7) When he found out about what happened to Windy and so he went to the guys who bullied Windy and ATTACK THEM with his back pack like a feral animal. Dude, you're built like a twig 😭 but he's so full of rage for what they did to Windy.

8) When he realised that he knew her when they were little and he drew her when they were kids 😭😭 they are soulmate okay. SOULMATE. Why did she have to die??? 😭😭😭

9) so no, they did not end up together. But they love each other SO MUCH.

10) forgot to mention that Windy is the masked ghost killer and she didn't realise it herself. And the reason why she wear mask when she die is because the bullies literally burn the lower part of her face 😭😭😭

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kikaikitai · 3 years

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Glitches [Apex Legends - RevFinder]

A/N: I'm just cranky and robohorny 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 -- Revenant is in a bad mood. Pathfinder would be able to tell from the fluctuations in his energy field alone. But the intensity of the simulacrum's grip, how hard he mashes their frames together, tells him everything and more.

Revenant growls on top of him, chasing the friction, not letting up even a little. They haven't established a cable link yet and the air is thick with electric tension.

Pathfinder wants to help him get whatever it is out of his system. His servos tighten on the other's waist, thrusting up into him with increasing force. He might not have much of a pelvis for the other to hammer into but it gives Revenant a good challenge.

Eventually the creature's head tilts back and his chassis racks with the gratifying expulsion of steam.

Pathfinder slows to a stop only to prevent either of them from redlining and burning something too soon. His audials take in the sound of the other's vents stuttering and kicking. Simulated panting.

As always, the MRVN takes his time observing, tilting his head curiously. Revenant notices, his optics flickering with annoyance as he regains his senses.

"What are you staring at?" he rasps.

Pathfinder's optic gleams in contrast. "You, friend. You almost overheated there."

Revenant cracks his neck and shoulder with something that might've been an eye-roll. It's his usual response to the bot's nonstop cheerful attitude. And to being called friend.

"Would you like to break for coolant—"

Revenant slams his curled hand over the bright screen on Pathfinder's chest, boring his gaze into that giant puppydog optic. His body arches, not dissimilar to how he moves when he's going in for the kill, and he drags his metal pelvis against the other hard enough to draw sparks.

Pathfinder doesn't mind the roughness. When you're made of metal, denting each other up is part of the appeal of these encounters. Oftentimes Revenant doesn't even want to fuck. Just sparring is sometimes enough to settle his circuits.

But not today.

"Plug in already," Revenant growls.

Path obliges, flashing a smiley face on his chest. Before he pushes the jack of his cable in, he enjoys the soft buzz his servos detect from Revenant's plating. His field only vibrates this way just before interface. His port is small, hidden away by protective panels under cloth. A delicate secret, the point of interface, the direct pathway into his systems.

"Now," Revenant demands, grinding impatiently.

Pathfinder clicks it into place. The connection snaps the static in the air, stilling Revenant for a long moment, the rush of energy and data dizzying. Before long he's grabbing the MRVN's servo to forcefully guide him to his own cable's hiding place. Path is happy to complete the circuit for him, taking his own moment to shiver at the crackling sensation.

They twitch together in silence for only a few seconds more before Revenant is slamming himself into him again. He snarls and rumbles like an animal so much so that Pathfinder wonders if his creators had mixed something up in his programming.

So focused yet so frantic—Path's voicebox is already glitching, something akin to moaning, from the intensity of the energy ripping through him. His screen cannot hold its image completely and blips to choppy flashes. It's always a scramble to package the charge up and send it back through their link at the speed that it hits him while still helping him maintain the friction.

What is he so upset about this time, Path wonders?

Revenant's optics burn in the dim light. He's leaving dents in himself and his smiling partner. If Path didn't have such a good grip, Rev would fall off of him constantly, the twig. But he's got him nice and secure, and gives it to him harder by the minute.

Eventually the swell reaches their inner systems. Revenant's assault does not ease up when he gets to Pathfinder's firewalls, who returns the gesture only to be met with more snarling.

Revenant is wild, almost daring him to try breaking down his defenses. They both know it's a bad idea, but a little teasing never hurt anyone. Right?

Path's vision is getting fuzzy but he can see the arcs of energy leaping from Revenant's skinny frame. Feel and hear the rattle of his plating.

One servo slides up and around, into Revenant's torso. The simulacrum lets out an anticipatory moan, and Path tugs on his inner cabling. He pulls hard enough to strain, to draw out more desperate licks of static.

The shrieks that follow are not of human code. Revenant's optics strobe, his body contorting through it all, claws scratching, scoring, digging into Pathfinder's plating as system overload tears through every circuit and node in his core. Path is swallowed into the crashing waves of static with him.

When it's over and his HUD blinks online again, his chemoreceptors note the smell of something burning.

He realizes his companion is out cold on top of him, a tiny trail of smoke rising from his back.

Uh-oh. He'd better move.

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When Revenant comes online, his response is nothing out of the ordinary. He behaves like an animal waking up in a cage, even though no one has trapped him. Corner to corner, gaze feral, until he sees the box with a smiley face drawn on it.

On top of it rests an unopened vial of coolant.

Right. They'd agreed two fucks ago to this arrangement. It's never ended well when someone else is around for his post-coital freak out.

He remembers, slowly, with a sharp pain in the center of his processor. He takes the vial and follows the sound of music into the next room over.

There Pathfinder sits, humming along to a song while working out some dents in his chassis. The deeper scratches and paint transfers will likely require a Bloodhound housecall to buff out.

(Do they know? Probably.)

Revenant stares, like he always does.

He remembers things in pieces. Path has never pressed him about it. Only asked what he could do to make it easier.

"Want some help?" Pathfinder asks, a glint in his optic.

Help? Revenant stares some more but this time follows the other's gaze to his own chest: completely dented up. His pelvis is worse.

Pathfinder waits for Revenant's silent answer, the smallest shift of his head that could barely be called a nod, and turns the music down, down, down, and off.

This part is always quiet. Only the sound of the vial being used, their ventilations, and dents being carefully popped out.

Pathfinder, being careful? And Revenant letting him be gentle with him?

His vocalizer grinds out a snort despite his fatigue and numbness, and he looks away when that big bright optic glances up at him.

Maybe both of them are just glitches after all.

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sgtjbbhasmyheart · 3 years

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Three

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1740

Warnings: Nosy (and well-meaning) friends acting like nosy siblings, angst, bad language words

A/N: After I originally posted this chapter on AO3, I got some comments that exacerbated the beginnings of a year long depression. Please be kind. I intended this chapter to come across as the gang being like siblings...always being in each other’s business. Is there a breach of privacy? Yes, but without the ill-intent.

DO NOT copy or replicate without permission

Bucky clutched his phone in his flesh hand as he made his way down a long hallway to the communal kitchen and eating area. A soft, crooked smile rested at his lips as he entered the space. Natasha and Sam were sitting at opposite ends of the rectangular table separating the kitchen from the lounge, enjoying a late breakfast. Steve was at a kitchen counter fiddling with the Keurig machine. He pulled another mug from the cupboard when he saw Bucky approach. “Mornin’, Buck. Sleep well?”

Bucky’s grin broadened as he leaned his backside against the countertop. “I did, actually. Thanks for asking,” he answered, looking to his phone at the incoming text.

(Y/N) Would you rather have skin that changes color based on your emotions or tattoos appear all over your body, depicting what you did the day before?

He missed the way Sam and Nat looked at each other in suspicion at his answer to Steve. He was too busy pressing the keys on his touch-screen.

Bucky The tattoos would be awkward, speaking from a male’s perspective, so I think color changing would be better. Not by much, though.

Bucky Would you rather have edible spaghetti hair that regrows every night or sweat maple syrup?

Bucky saw Steve slide the new mug, now filled with coffee, across the granite-top toward him from the corner of his eye. He glanced up quickly from the screen and nodded. “Thanks, buddy.” Steve answered with a smile.

“What, no grunted thanks or mumbled acknowledgment?” Natasha quipped, standing from her seat to place her plate in the dishwasher.

“Yeah, man. You have been using way too many words lately. I miss the grumpy dude that would brood in the corner,” Sam added, crossing his arms at his chest. “Are we even sure this is the right Bucky?”

Bucky’s phone vibrated again.

(Y/N) I love me some spaghetti! Can you imagine sweating sticky, gooey maple syrup during a humid New York summer?? Your clothes would be toast.

(Y/N) Mmmm, french toast.

Bucky chuckled at the reply, drawing the attention of three sets of eyes.

Sam wasn’t wrong; he wasn’t the same Bucky.

It had been five days since (Y/N)’s first drunken texts. Five days. He couldn’t believe so little time had passed. Somehow, (Y/N) had wiggled her way under his skin.

He had noticed after only a day or two; he was smiling more, less volatile. He felt lighter, happier. He wasn’t skulking about the compound like usual, trying to avoid the rest of the team. Some might go as far as to say he was friendlier than usual.

It felt good to have someone, a friend, learning about the real James Buchanan Barnes, for once, without the threat of The Soldier clouding their perception of him.

“You’re freaking me out, man. Straight outta Invasion of the Body Snatchers or some shit,” Sam declared, rising from his chair.

“Hold on, Sam,” Steve placated, lifting a hand to the advancing man. “I’m sure there’s a logical explanation to Bucky’s good mood lately.”

Bucky set his jaw in frustration, the muscles ticking. He wasn’t a Pod Person. He was just happy, for the first time in seventy-five years.

His phone went off again.

(Y/N) Would you rather sneeze once every hour, on the hour, or burp every time you saw an attractive girl?

A wide smile split his mouth as he scanned the screen.

Bucky Am I sneezing in my sleep or just when I’m awake?

When Bucky brought his gaze back up to his teammates, he noticed Natasha’s own eyes flick down to his phone. The slightest smirk curved the corner of her lips.

“It’s curious,” she said, a perfect eyebrow inched higher to her hairline. “All the people you text are in this room, yet, you haven’t been able to pull yourself away from your phone.” Her eye contact never wavered from Bucky’s face. “Don’t ya think that’s odd, fellas?”

“Natalia,” Bucky warned, his voice gruff. He knew she was fishing.

Sam laughed boisterously. “Yeah, I noticed that the other day. It’s glued to your hip nowadays.”

“It could be anyone from the team, guys,” Steve reasoned. “I bet it’s Tony.”

Bucky became increasingly agitated as the redhead slinked closer, passing his phone back and forth between his hands.

Natasha shook her head in the negative. “Nuh-uh,” she said, leaning against the counter directly beside Bucky. A hair’s breadth of space separated their shoulders from one another. Tipping back, with her elbows propped against the hard surface, she kicked her legs out casually and crossed her feet at the ankle. “Those two have barely said two words to each other since the good Sergeant here was welcomed back into the fold. It’s not Tony.”

“That still doesn’t prove anything,” Steve replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I bet it’s a girl,” Sam said in a sing-song voice. “But, where would Ice Man here meet a girl?”

Natasha smiled while looking at Sam as he stepped closer to the trio. “Let’s find out, shall we?” She nodded to Sam and, without batting an eye, lunged at Bucky.

She tapped the underside of the hand holding the phone, causing the device to flip up into the air.

Though he hadn’t seen the attack coming, Bucky’s reflexes were cat-like, and he easily caught the phone in his opposite hand.

Unfortunately, Natasha was just as quick and knocked the phone from his hand again. She effortlessly swatted it out of the air and into her hand. As Bucky clamored to retrieve the cell phone, she swung her arm behind her back and tossed it into the waiting hands of Sam.

By looking at Sam’s broad smile, Bucky knew he was having a field day at his expense. He pounced on his teammate, grappling for possession of the device. He wasn’t sorry for elbowing the other man harder than he ever would if they were sparring each other. He needed his fucking phone back!

Sam managed to flick the phone over his other shoulder in the process of Bucky grabbing ahold of Sam’s wrist and twisting the same arm behind his body. It clattered to the ground at Steve’s feet.

As everyone stared at the cell phone lying prone on the tile floor, Sam backed Bucky into the cabinets, trapping him with his body. “Let me go, Bird Brain!” Bucky huffed.

Steve bent to pick the phone up, holding it in his hand. Bucky could see the war playing within Steve’s blue eyes as he struggled against Sam. Steve was just as curious as the other two but didn’t want to betray his friend.

Natasha quickly snatched the device from Steve and started thumbing at the screen.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Steve protested.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you to put a passcode on your phone, Barnes?” Natasha tsked as she navigated to the messaging app.

Bucky knew the exact second she found what she was looking for because her eyes became comically wide. A feral, shit-eating grin crossed her mouth as she raised a brow again.

“Tell me about (Y/N).”

“What?” Steve questioned, crowding the red head. “Lemme see.”

Bucky felt his cheeks go aflame as Natasha angled the screen so Steve could see the message thread. They burned hotter as Steve looked up with his own shit-eating smirk.

“Well, well…” Sam piped up. “If your faces are anything to go by, Vanilla Ice’s still got game.” Bucky twisted his arm back further in retaliation causing Sam to grunt in discomfort.

Bucky watched as Natasha’s thumb skimmed along the screen to delve deeper into past messages. Her thumb stopped as she read a passage; her green eyes rapidly followed the lines of text.

“I always kinda figured you’d be into someone that would call you out on your BS. She sounds fun,” Natasha said as she continued to scroll.

“No one’s into anyone. We’re just friends,” Bucky murmured.

Steve’s head shot up to stare at his best friend, sorrow painting his features. He edged away from Natasha. “Does she know who you are?” he asked.

Bucky shook his head no. “And she never will.”

“Aww, but you guys sound so cute together,” Natasha pouted. Bucky frowned at the insinuation. It couldn’t ever happen.

“There aren’t any rules saying we can’t date,” Natasha mentioned. “Hell, you know how many times I tried to set up this big lug?” She motioned to Steve with her thumb.

“That’s different,” Bucky said after a few moments. He eased up slightly on Sam’s arm.

“How so?”

Bucky rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, the blush starting again. “He’s Captain America, and well, I’m not. Not exactly everyone’s favorite.” He downcast his eyes to the floor.

“Buck, you know that’s not true,” Steve said woefully. “It’ll just take some time.”

“I know, Stevie. Until then, though, I’m still a pariah.”

The super soldier serum couldn’t have been given to a better person, but Bucky always felt like he would be trapped in Steve’s shadow, no matter the amount of good he did. He would still feel weak for what Hydra did to him, or not good enough to be labeled Captain America’s best friend.

Feeling the room take a considerable turn toward somber, Natasha called out, “Holy shit, Barnes! You used Wilson’s toothbrush to clean your toilet?”

“What?!” all three male voices cried out.

Sam rushed forward, trying to see the proof for himself. “You’re a dead man!”

Freed from the weight of Sam’s body, Bucky leaped forward toward Natasha and Sam. Slamming into Sam’s back, he snaked an arm around the other man, reaching frantically for his phone. He was done with them spying on his non-existent personal life.

Bucky smacked against Sam’s hands and arms, trying to dislodge the device.

“Stop!” Sam bellowed. “You’re hitting me like an eleven-year-old girl!”

“Gimme back my phone!” Bucky shouted.

Suddenly, the sound of ringing filled the small space of the kitchen. The scuffling stopped in an instant as everyone tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. Sam glimpsed down at his hands and jumped apart from Bucky as if he’d been burned. He looked horrified!

“Oh, shit!” Sam exclaimed, shoving the phone back at Bucky.

“What did you do?!” Bucky screeched when he realized the ringing was coming from his phone on speaker.

The sound ended abruptly, only to be replaced with the gentle tinkle of a woman’s voice.

“James?”

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jawritter · 4 years

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Dean Winchester One Shots

Happy Birthday Dean pt. 1

It’s Dean’s birthday, and you realize something about yourself you never knew before… Until now…

30 Minutes til Midnight (Happy Birthday Dean pt. 2!)

Sequel ot Happy Birthday Dean, will you finally tell him how you feel?

Middle of the road

Can you keep pretending your just friends, or will it all come out in the middle of the road.

Lonely as the grave

Dean struggles with his reality visiting the graveyard in his hometown of Lawrance, Kansas

The Fool

The reader comfronts Lisa, based on the song The Fool by Leanne Walmack

The Meeting

A secret releationship getts heated during a meet up

Waiting…

Waiting on your hero hunter to come home can be one of the harderst things you ever do.

Finally Yours

Alpha!Dean is in Rut, and only one Omega can help him through it!

Home

Six years ago Christmas Eve Dean made the biggest mistake of his life under influence of the Mark of Cane.

It Was Fifteen Years Ago Today

Haunted by the past tramas even Dean needs a little comfort sometimes.

I Did It Because I Love You

Dean’s been a complete and total asshole, what happenes when the reader finally has all she can take.

Happy Valenties Day Sweetheart

Dean shows the reader a little bit of his softer side….

I Kinda Like The Disease…

Your search for your demon boyfriend takes you to New Orleans during mardi grag…

Challenge Accepted..

Requested: ok so here is a request(idk if you do these)(also it’s smut) so dean talks about how good he is in the bedroom and the reader says something along the lines like “i bet you can’t make me come” Dean challenges this. In the bedroom and you know they doing the dirty or whatever. Dean edges her and edges her and just when the reader had enough of the teasing Dean finally takes her over her edge and the reader is left with the most hot shaking orgasm ever. I hope this makes sense! ❤️ur stories!!

Your Perfect

Request: the reader is always willing to go down on Dean but when Dean goes to return the favor the reader stops him and always finds an excuse. No one has ever offered to go down on her before so she’s insecure about it and doesn’t want to look weird in from of dean. i Hope this makes sense!

Curves

Requested: Can I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader, where she really shy and dorky but believes that she really bad at sex because she is bigger? And dean shows her that she not 😊💕 I hope this make sense haha! I know this sound awkward turtle 🐢

You Deserve Better Than Me

Requested: Dean winchester x pregnant Reader. Dean feels the reader deserves better than what he can give her in his life, what will he do when he finds out that she’s expecting his baby?

Quarantine

Summery: Everyone is stuck in quarantine right now everywhere, and your stuck alone with Dean, who really needs to blow off steam… Oh what has your big mouth gotten you into now…

My Best Friend

Request: hiii i have dean x reader request! the reader and dean are friends with benefits but recently she’s just been down in the dumps and just wants some platonic affection and not sex. as the writer you can do what u want but could you add Dean playing with the readers hair? i have a weakness for it lol thanks!

Just A Dream…

Part 1

Part 2

Winchesters Fantasies 1000 follower Challenge…

Daddy’s Home

Request: Hey I know this is odd, but I really enjoy your writing and I was wondering if you could possibly do a little smutty Dean thing? Maybe using the name Lyn, and really anything is on the table, I mean, it’s Dean Winchester. (Or if you want, some daddy kink and maybe just rough stuff :o) Thank you dear!! You don’t have to if ya don’t want to, no pressure 💕💕

Like Pulling Teeth

Request: Okay, so I was just watching few recent spn episode and saw Garth episode. Which gave me an curious idea, can you write dentist reader x dean? They’re in a relationship, one day when dean eats something, it pains and reader has to look into it? and then reader says wisdom tooth extraction? Also the fear of dentist which dean already has (shown in the episode, I found it very funny) I know it’s a weird request but I also think it would be very funny🙈

Little Details…

Request: Could I maybe request a Chubby!Reader x Dean story? She’s super sweet and kind of laid back, just going along with the boys as a research partner, but she’s also super artsy and loves to draw Dean while she researches. Maybe some sweet and soft smut, oh! And maybe he plays with her hair? :) Thanks dear!! 🌻💛

Age Is Just A Number…

Request Hello :) How do feel about an age difference, post sex one-shot? Alternate universe (no hunting), consensual, not underage but quite a big age difference (like at least 10years) where Dean is like freaking out because he’s Dean and doesn’t want to destroy the girl’s life?

Mine…

Request: Could you do a one shot where the reader lives with Sam and dean they are best friends. The reader and dean have a secret relationship and dean gets jealous of the reader and Sam hanging out all day. So dean shows the reader who she belongs too in the bedroom.

Right In Front Of You…

Request: Dean x Reader. Reader is hunting with Sam and Dean, and she is constantly getting annoyed at every single thing that Dean does. And she always acts very bad with Dean with this making dean think that she hates him. And that makes mr very sad because he has feelings for her but when Dean save her sacrificing himself from a hunting gone wrong. She stars to develop feelings for him.

Jealous Of My Demons...

Requested: Dean get’s jealous of the reader’s former boyfriend Brady, who is now posses by a demon and working as a stable boy for the horseman pestilence. Who will they work this out?

Princess...

Request: Thank you for answering my question love!💕 can I request a Dean x plus size reader where she is super shy and it drives dean crazy? Fluff, smut? I’m sorry to bother you hahah and that this sounds awkward turtle 🐢 🖤😻

My Girl...

Requested: Hola! request for dean x reader: the readers current boyfriend always puts her down and one day threatens to breakup with her if she doesn’t lose weight, even though she’s not even plus sized or anything. She constantly pushes her body to the limit to lose the weight and dean notices. it ends all fluffy and protective!dean comes out and has a “talk” with the boyfriend. side note for anyone reader this: YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL MAMA 💗🥺

Your Dean...

Request: Heyy! I'm sorry to be a bother. I was wondering if you can do a one shot where the reader is prone to severe panic attacks and her husband Dean is the only one who knows how to calm her down? She gets a really bad attack but Dean for some reason ain't there, and no one is able to help her but eventually he comes back and takes care of her. Sorry if this is a lot haha.

Safe. Warm. His...

Request: Are you taking requests? If so would you possibly write a one shot with Dean where the reader is in little space and just wants to cuddle and nuzzle her head in his neck and give him lots of little kisses and play with his hands? It’s just superrrr fluffy 🥺🥺🖤

One Hell Of A Thank You...

Request: Can I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader, where the reader is really quirky and dorky and goes on a date but turns out her date is a vampire and kidnapped her and dean saves her and falls in love with her, maybe some angst, fluff and smut 💕

Voices..

Request: Can I request? Dean x reader were she has an Eating Disorder and she’s recovering but today was an off day for her and starts to go back to her old habits and Dean notices and helps her through it.

His Girl...

Request: May I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader where the reader is very shy and she at a bar and some dirt bags are picking on her about her shortness and weight and dean stands up for her? Some smut and fluff ?? Also want to say you are a bop of a writer my love! ✨💕🥰❤️

Happily Ever After...

Request: Hey beautiful! May I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader where the reader does all the research for the boys and she is very shy,she a huge Disney fan, one day demons get in the bunker and make fun of her and dean stand up for her and confess his love for her (smut)? And after they cuddle and watch lady and tramp? Fluff and smut you are a gem my dear! 💕

His New Toy...

Request: Hai can I request dean x reader smut with breast bondage and nipple play?? plot (if there is any) is up to you ;)

His Heaven...

Request: Heyy I love your ABO fics and I have a request for you. You can always say no to this if you’re uncomfortable. I’ll completely understand and I’m very sorry. Can you do one with Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader. Where the reader is on a supply run and she gets assaulted and tortured by a monster and when she gets back to the bunker somehow, she only allows her Alpha anywhere near her and refuses help from anyone else. Dean takes care of her and helps her heal.

Something Worth Fighting For

Request: Hi love! Your writing is amazing and I was wondering if you could do a Dean x depressed!reader? Like dean finds the reader about to jump off the roof of the bunker after reading the note she left him and sam saying goodbye. He had never suspected anything cause she hid it so well. Dean saves her and tells her his feelings for her? You can also add any details you want or anything like that! There is no rush! Thank you!

Unlikely Places

Trigger Warning: Non-Con

Request: Hi! I love your work! Can you do a ABO? One where the reader is Beta, and Dean Alpha, and she’s his true mate/soulmate, but they don’t know it, and he gets possessive and goes into almost a feral rut where he tries to claim, and it almost kills her but Sam and Rowena save her and give Dean his Omega back? You come up with the plot because you’re amazing at that!! Please! I’d be forever in your debt!

I Hurt Too

Request: hi there! I have seen loads of fics and one shots where Dean is sleeping around/having a one night stand and the reader gets jealous and upset, but I was wondering if I could request one with the other way around? or maybe one where they sleep around equally? as smutty, fluffy, or angst as you want!!

What’s Left Of Me

Summary: Who know one little woman could have turned his whole world upside down? He had done so good alone for so long. Then here you come along, and ruin everything

Elf

Summary: Maybe being stuck at home alone with Dean for Christmas isn’t so bad after all.

Save Me

Summary: It’s not always easy being the hero, especially when no one is ever there to save you.

Saving Grace

Summary: Some things are worth fighting for, even when they think they’re not. You can either roll over and die, or you can pick yourself up off the ground and go get what you want. That’s the place Y/N now finds herself in.

Living With Regret

Summary: Death can be hard to deal with in any aspect, but when you’re in the life, it's something you deal with all to often, and carry with you until it's your turn to burn.

Happy Halloween

Summary: It’s Daddy’s favorite holiday. So what’s a good girl gonna do, but let him blow off some steam after a successful hunt?

I’ll Wait For You

Summary: Sometimes when we’re angry, hurt, or scared we say things wrong. Say things that hurt the ones we love. When Dean takes things a step to far can you find it in your heart to forgive him?

An Alpha And His Omega

Summary: Sometimes Alpha’s aren’t the assholes, sometimes words Omegas say things that can hurt too.

No, Screw You Sweetheart

Summary: You HATE Dean Winchester, I mean you really, REALLY hate Dean Winchester.

30 Minutes In Heaven

Summary: Your life, like many hunters before you, was cut short. You had no idea at the time the Fates that were at play in the universe were really those of dick angles and egotistical assholes with massive god complexes. And you also had no idea that they were really the reason you lost your life, and you had no idea why… Until around 30 minutes after you made it to Heaven.

The Devil And I

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Summary: What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right? You survived after you thought your mate had died, but how will you survive finding out he's alive, only different.

Don’t Let It Show...

Summary: She’s had enough of him, just like every other woman always seems to, and normally, he doesn’t care, but this time...this time it hurts.

Don’t Fear The Reaper

Summary: They took him from her, her knit, her king, her Dean, “cured” him, and now she’s going to get him back, she’s going to set him free.

Scars And All

Summary: You and Dean have a strange, mutual relationship, but that’s all it is, physical. Until an almost bar fight brings some things to light that you thought you’d never hear.

I Almost Lost You

Summary: Sometimes, monsters aren't always monsters...sometimes they're people.

Touch Starved

Summary: Sometimes when the hunt is hard, and his mind is loud, Dean just wants to be close to someone he loves, but is to scared to say it out loud. Thankfully, she knows him better than he knows himself.

I Wanna Be Your Everything

Summary: After a huge fight, and a week away from Dean, he’s finally decided it was okay to have the ending he’d always wanted.

One More Sunset

Summary: Dean just wants the pain to go away...

#jawritter masterlist #Dean winchester one shots #jawritter

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Softer

(A sequel to “Painless”)

Pairings- Thomas Shelby x son, Shelby family x Shelby!reader(you get it)

Word count- 1,319

Warnings- Mostly fluff, Tommy being a cute dad, bullying, self-harm

A/N- So... a little bit ago I saw a post that inspired me to write “Painless”, and today I saw that @zerosinner (the person that made the post that inspired me) wanted more peaky blinders x kid reader, so I wrote this. Also, as the original post called for some fluff, this is fluffer. Hope you enjoy!

About a month had pasted since the incident between Liam and John’s feral army. Tommy was reluctant to trust anyone that went near Liam, as usual, but especially now. His heart still hurt whenever he thought about Liam letting people hurt him. He was glad, however, that he’d stopped, and that he had two really great friends.

As bad as it sounds, he didn’t like the kids when he first met them. He couldn’t help but worry that they could be the same as the kids that bullied his sweet boy. But they weren’t. It took Tommy far too long to realise, but he did.

Liam was outside playing with Ashley and Brendon, Tommy was watching them from his office window when three other kids showed up. Tommy had seen them before when he’d taken Liam to school. Knowing Liam said only Ashley and Brendon were nice to him at school, made Tommy head out to see what was happening.

“You’re just a freak!”

“Yeah, what are you? Some government experiment?”

“A failed one!”

Tommy felt anger flood his veins when he heard what the kids were saying. He was just about to step when-

“Hey! Leave him alone, you’re just jealous,” The girl, Ashley, said.

“Why would we be jealous of a freak, huh?” One of the other kids retorted.

“Because-“ The boy, Brendon, began. “-you know no matter who tries to fight him, he’ll always win. That’s why you call him names, ‘cause you know he’d kick all of your asses!” The three kids-arseholes, Tommy decided- looked between each other before fleeing. A smile tugged at Tommy face.

“You okay, Lee?” Ashley asked, placing her hands on Liam’s shoulders.

“Yeah, thanks guys.” Ashley and Brendon enveloped Liam in tight hug. Liam tried to hugged them both back. Tommy’s heart warmed as he looked at the three of them. It’s one thing to have lots of friends, most people can do that without a problem, but to have two friends that care so deeply for you? Only some people are lucky enough to have that.

Tommy’s thoughts were interrupted when he felt a small hand tugging on his trousers. He looked down to see the his boy.

“Yes, Liam?” Liam let go of his trousers.

“When’s dinner?”

“In-“ Tommy looked at his watch. “-Fifteen minutes, Why?”

“Ashley needs to go home, can I walk her?” The boy pleaded with his father through his eyes. “Please? I want to make sure she gets home safe.”

“How about this, we’ll both walk her home, eh?”

“Okay!” Liam run across the street to tell his friends, Tommy followed slowly after him.

They took the long way to Ashley’s house as it passed by Brendon’s. Liam and Ashley hugged the boy tightly before continuing on their way. Tommy was certain that nothing could make him happier today, but he was wrong.

Liam had a problem whenever he needed to rub his eyes, he couldn’t tell when he was putting to much pressure on them. When Tommy noticed Liam was rubbing his eyes too hard, he was, again, about the step in and, again, Ashley beat him to it. She gently grabbed his wrists and pulled them away from his face.

“You’re being too rough, Lee,” She spoke softly. Liam looked down at his feet, embarrassed. “It’s okay, Lee. Sometimes, when I’m drawing, I forget to take my pencil off the paper and end up ruining my drawing. Everyone does things like that.” When Liam looked up he a slight smile on his face. Ashley clearly didn’t think that it was a good enough smile, as she started making silly faces and didn’t stop until Liam was laughing uncontrollably. She beamed at her best friend, continuing to walk to her house.

Just as before, the two hugged and bid each other farewell. Tommy felt his heart warming even more as he heard Ashley warning Liam to “not do anything stupid” when she wasn’t there. After Liam agreed to her terms, Tommy and Liam headed home.

“You okay? I heard what those kids said.” Tommy spoke up after a few minutes.

“Yeah, I’m getting used to it,” Liam replied. That wasn’t the answer Tommy wanted to hear. He didn’t want his son “getting used” to people bullying him.

“Do you want me to talk to them?” He offered but Liam shook his head.

“Nah, it’s fine. Plus, Brendon’s right, if they do try to fight me or something, I’ll win.” Liam giggled.

“Liam, that’s not funny. If someone’s trying to fight you, you come to me, okay?” Liam nodded, biting his lip to try and stop laughing. “Good.”

“Oops...” Liam murmured, quietly.

“What did you do now, eh?” Tommy asked but didn’t stop walking. The way Liam sounded then, was the same as when he spilled a glass of water or something, so Tommy thought nothing of it.

“I bit my lip too hard.” Without thinking, Tommy picking the boy up, placing him on his hip so he could get to the house faster to deal with it. He gave Liam his handkerchief, telling him to put it on his lip, and hurried home.

“Where the bloody hell have you two been, eh?” Polly snapped. everyone else was sitting at the table, waiting for Tommy and Liam before they ate. “You were supposed to be here at-“

“Yeah, well, Liam wanted to walk his friends home, and now he’s bitten through his lip. So dinner is going to have to wait, okay?” Tommy snapped through gritted teeth.

“Bloody hell.” Polly took Liam out of Tommy’s arms so he could get the needle and thread ready, and placed him on the counter.

“How did you manage that, Lee loo?” Ada asked, trying to smile reassuringly at him, but it was hard when his lip was gushing of blood.

“I bit my lip too hard. I was trying to stop laughing,” He mumbled.

“You’ve got to be more carefully, little man,” John spoke up, ruffling his hair.

“Right, Liam, stay still. This won’t take long, okay?” Tommy said as he thread the needle he’d just sanitised.

“Okay, dad.” Tommy carefully took hold of Liam’s lip; he didn’t want to make the wound any worse than it already was. There was a slight upside to Liam not being able to feel pain. He couldn’t feel it when he needed stitches. Tommy carefully stitched his lip up. It always hurt when he had to do this.

As a baby Liam would bite his hands and mouth constantly. The doctor down the road was a close family friend as a result of being there all the time. It was hard enough seeing his boy needing stitches, but it was ten times harder when he did it himself. Tommy was positive it would never get easier, especially knowing the boy didn’t mean to do it.

“There. All stitched up. Just don’t bit your lip anytime soon, okay?” Tommy said, standing up and ruffling Liam’s hair.

“Okay, thank you, dad!” Liam beamed up at him.

“You’re welcome, Lee. Now, dinner.”

After dinner, Tommy gave Liam a bath before putting him to bed. After searching for Peter, a teddy of a horse that Polly got Liam for Christmas, Tommy tucking him in and started to leave.

But the soft “Dad?” That Liam murmured stopped him.

“Yeah, Lee?”

“Can you read me a story? A happy one?” Liam’s voice was strangely timid, but Tommy just nodded and grabbed Liam’s favourite book and started reading. No one would ever believe that Tommy Shelby sat and read stories, doing voices for all the characters to make his son laugh, but he did. Whenever his boy wanted him to.

As the story came to a close, Liam cuddled into Peter letting out an adorable yawn.

“Goodnight, Lee,” Tommy said softly, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“Night, dad, love you.”

“I love you too, my boy.”

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The Fourth Book I Read In the Dark: Of Expectations and Other Relatabilities

Of Gryphons and Other Monsters by Shannon McGee

Hey, guys, sooooo...this is aaaawwwkward. I wrote 95% of this review when I wrote the other Books I Read in the Dark series for the blog, but the ADHD hit me and COVID was still you know...a thing! So I am gonna post this review, finished of course, OH, but also pay extra close attention to the conclusion alright! Hmm...this is a bit like a time capsule...here are my concentrated thoughts from 6 months ago while I was slightly delirious on books and darkness. So go forth and uh yeah this one is...you can just feel the feral “I haven’t had access to proper internet so I’ve been curled in the corner like Gollum with my books” energy coming off it so...enjoy?

Okay, so yeah, I really didn’t have a reason to end my last review that way I just wanted to, so sue me for injecting a little excitement into a series of posts about me literally sitting in my house reading nonstop for 2 ½ days, my reviews my rules. Back to manufacturing my own excitement shall we!

It’s Day 2! I’ve just finished my last library book, whatever will I do! I could always reread The Neverending Story for the 1,273rd time, but I have a need. A need for GAY! I rack my brain, there has to be a solution. My town is without power, my local library won’t be open, but then it hits me. It’s so simple! It’s meant to be really! Like the universe knew this was coming and it made sure I was prepared! Like a prepper stockpiling mental SPAM for my stimulus needing ADHD riddled brain! I have an entire shelf of books that I haven’t read yet! Way back in Clexacon 2019 my best friend (Lookin at you @justalifelongphase) gave me way too much money from missed birthdays and Christmases all at once before the con started because the world has deemed it impossible for us to live geographically close to one another. Anyway, I went a little book-buying-crazy and have not had the time or opportunity to read any of them since then. Their time has finally come!

I figured after going full whimsy with The Lost Coast and sci-fi superhero with Dreadnought and Sovereign why not take a dip into more traditional fantasy, also this one was first in line on the shelf, yay for not having to actually make a decision! No more dawdling, let's get right into the review!

Unicorn Rating:

Blurb: Taryn always loves and hates gryphon season. She finds the lesser gryphons more cute than anything but the ever present fear that a greater gryphon might be just out of sight is terrifying, and this gryphon season proves to be the one that will change her and her families lives forever! Just let a girl herd her sheep in peace!

Disclaimer: I will try my best to not spoil anything from the book, but my book loving rambles may give more away than a traditional review. Here we go! Ramble time!

Review:

I genuinely enjoyed this book. It took me a bit longer to get through it than the others, but I think that was a combination of three things: A. I was starting to feel the fatigue of reading so much in such a short amount of time. B. Our local Wal Mart had power restored on Day 3 and our entire household went on a trip to buy non-perishable food stuffs and I was like a solitary confinement prisoner being let out into the yard for the first time in months when my phone picked up a wifi signal and it was a bit hard to get back into the swing of reading after talking to other humans, even virtually, that weren’t imaginary or in my head. C. Our power was finally restored on the afternoon of Day 3 so yet again I was inundated with the draw of technology and all of my friend-os I hadn’t talked to, but the book had drawn me in enough I did the most unmillienial thing and left my phone in a different room to charge while I finished this book before going back to the land of technology and interwebs. That should tell you something.

McGee was able to write this story in a way that pulls you in so you care about what happens to these characters and this little mountain town. You learn just enough about the world to understand where they fit within the overall weave of it, but you aren’t given a Tolkein-esc dissertation on the world lore. I felt the worries and the fears. I was concerned when the routines had to change. I mean she made me care about the freaking sheep! Sheep, people! One of the reasons I think this works so well is we are so firmly rooted in the head of our protagonist, Taryn. Imma use that lovely bridge I just built to skip right on over the plot section of the review to get to the characters first, don’t worry we’ll circle back round to the plot. I always do, but I just wanna talk about my newest set of brain babies.

Taryn is a character that, if the title of this post is anything to go by, I found very very relatable. Now I know relatability can be pretty subjective, some people can latch onto something with the all consuming, “It me!” While others just stare on dead eyed not understanding the appeal. I feel like Taryn could be that kind of protagonist. You are either going to really relate to her or you won’t understand where she is coming from at all. I obviously fall in the former category. I was the quintessential middle child, still am really, though my relationship with my parents has shifted now that I’m an adult. More mutual respect and friendship than parent to child. I always did my best to pick up the slack, if ever there was any, and just tried my best to be as little of a burden as possible to my parents. I see so much of that aspect of myself in Taryn and how she sees her place at the farm and even in the town, she has her place and her role, but those expectations are heavy. One of those expectations being that she will inevitably get married and help take over the farm from her parents and have kids to continue the line. The fact she finds the lesser gryphons that flock near the farm far cuter than any of the local boys that she will eventually have to choose from to fulfill that inevitable expectation is just...sad at best and down right tragic at worst. And her family doesn’t help matters either. They won’t let her forget that she will have to settle down with one of these local boys, a boy who would make a good husband and take good care of her and the farm. She knows that, logically, but she also wants to be in love, like her parents, and she just doesn’t feel like that for any of the boys in town. She doesn’t know how to make those two things line up. It’s a struggle between her head, the obligation of what she has to do, and her heart, what she really wants for her future, to be happy in doing what she has to do. Wow, I went off a little bit there, but this was my long winded way of saying I have never read a protagonist that really captured the utter confusion of being raised in a heteronormative environment without it being drenched in internalized homophobia and fear. Protagonists like this seem to always know something is off but just don’t have the words for it so they just hide it because they know it’s “different” and out of the norm, but Taryn is just livin’ her sheep herding life and ain’t got no time for these boy crazy fools. She knows her mom wants her to find a good boy to court her so she can marry someday but she’s still young. She’ll think about that tomorrow, and she just repeats that ad infinitum. The thought that maybe she doesn’t fancy any of the boys because well...girls...never even occurred to her. It's not how things are done in this small mountain town, not because of homophobia reasons, but just stubborn tradition reasons. We are even told there is a gay couple living in town who are staples in the overall dynamics in town, instrumental even, but the idea of having a lineage, being able to pass your land down is so ingrained no wonder poor Taryn was so in the dark about her own probable gayness till it slapped her in the face. As someone who was raised in a medium sized Oklahoma town...girl I feel you. I was 22 and in the middle of Appalacia, way up in the mountains for college when my gay awakening popped up and said “Hello!” Everything that never quite made sense in my life came into perfect clarity. Not quite what happened with Taryn, but the arrival of Aella surely helped, as pretty girls are want to do. Oh look a segue, good, cause I could talk about Taryn for literal hours and I’ve already gabbed about her too much for this review.

Aella, you smooth motherfucker. Like I wish I could possess a quarter of the smoothness that you do. Like I’m lucky to string sentences together around a pretty girl, but here you are just strutting about being the smoothest of smooth. Honestly, I just...I can’t with you Aella. On a serious note though Aella is a character that served as showing Taryn a glimpse at the world beyond her small mountain town, as much as she had no desire to leave, unlike her brother. Nope, sit down, we’ll get to you, Michael! Oh, we’ll get to you. She’s traveled and has stories from all over and she is fairly open about the fact that she only likes girls, but she doesn’t have land, responsibilities, and a family line to continue. She just gets to live her life the way she choses. And y’all know I am a sap for the hard dark characters that are totally softies underneath that rough exterior. I think Aella was a great foil to Taryn and great at showing her what she could have if she was willing to leave, to stretch what she was allowed to wish for, but of course the biggest issue with her wishing for anything was...Michael.

Michael was such an interesting character. I loved him. I hated him. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to punch him. Again as with the town and the people of the town I was so deep seated in Taryn’s head and feelings that her conflicted feelings about Michael and how he was acting became my feelings on the matter. Not enough to not separate a tad and see what was coming or at least try to predict it as I always do when reading, but emotionally I was right with Taryn the whole way. The one thing that really pushed Michael from just a character I was conflicted about to one I really wanna give a swift kick in the nads to, is that he knew. He knew all about Taryn’s absolute lack of romantic inclinations toward any of the boys in town and her doubts that she would ever find someone to love and marry to take over the farm. He was the only person she confided these fears in and he still selfishly followed his own pursuits with little regard to her or her worries. You sir, are a terrible brother and overall a shit human, so sit your ass down and shut your mouth.

The plot for this book was so embroiled with the characters and their journeys that I can’t talk on it much but the twists at the end and the final climax was very satisfying for me and left me excited to dig into the next book. Also something of note that I didn’t talk about in the character section cause I felt it was dragging on a touch, I really only talked in depth on our three biggest players but there is a very colorful cast of side characters ranging from Taryn’s nervous pony to the boy-who-cried-gryphon neighbor no one can stand to the troupe of hunters led by Aella’s mother to Taryn’s best friend Nia, all of whom play important parts in building that sense of caring about the people of this town and the town itself, which in turn made me deeply care about the outcome of the plot at the heart of the story. And the sheep! The god damn sheep!

One thing I do want to say before my final thoughts is that whoever designed the cover of this book in a genius because as I dug into the story I found myself constantly closing it to spout off about theories of what I thought was happening on the cover and what it all meant, I was kind of reader fatigue delirious for most of those theories but some of them I was right! I might have reenacted the Captain Holt “Vindication” gif IRL just because it felt too good not to. I just love when a “cool” cover turns out to be so much more than that once you’re “in the know”. So yeah, now y’all know to pay attention for that.

My final thoughts on this book are pretty positive. I can tell the author is building us toward so much more, hence the name of the series, Taryn’s Journey, and it feels like it. This is only the beginning and I honestly can’t wait to take the next steps with her.

Queer Wrap-up:

Hey it’s me from the future...present...whatever...so, this is when I stopped writing the review six months ago and there is a reason for that. I, kind of, agonized over what to rate this book on the scale. Multiple times having to call my brother and go back and forth just to then repeat the same arguments with myself as soon as I got off the phone. Now why was this such a hard terrible no good awful back and forth well...SPOILER WARNING...seriously anything past this point will be spoiling some character beats for the majority of the book...okay? We understand one another. DANGER ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE...or you know scroll on.

So, Taryn is never confirmed to be queer in the text of this book. Now you would have to be wearing the tightest hetero goggles in known history not to see the heavy HEAVY subtext saying THIS BITCH GAY! It’s basically a full grown elephant painted sparkly rainbow trying to hide behind a dead shrub aka not hiding at all. I so desperately wanted to give this book four of those darling unicorns but in this rare case I just don’t think I can justify it. We have a protagonist that is still figuring herself out, which is amazing that we get to see that and go on the journey with her. Some of the things Taryn does and thinks are queer coded as hell, especially if it involves Aella who is explicitly gay on the page, but Taryn herself never express whether she herself is queer. Which, fair, other really important and traumatizing things were going on and I love that about her as a character, she didn’t meet Aella and suddenly that was all she could think about. Aella, of course, is representation who I’m counting because even though she shows obvious interest (you smooth motherfucker) in Taryn she is so much more than just a love interest and her character isn’t just boiled down to her sexuality. Now in this wrap up I’m also including the doctor and his husband in the town. They are very minor characters but they give us interesting insights into the town and the people. They are accepted and treated well in town even if some do almost, pity isn’t the right word, but they seem sad that they won’t be able to have any kind of legacy or lineage. As I said in the review it’s not homophobia it’s being stuck in your ways and it’s an interesting take.

Links:

Shannon McGee Website

The Storygraph

Okay so this one is a bit of a mess. Pieces of it were written 6 months apart and most of it was written while I was kind of delirious but hey at least I can say it’s honest. I still stand by everything my past self wrote and I still really enjoy thinking and talking about this book and am excited for whenever I get around to reading the sequel to continue on Tayrn’s journey with her. This is a book I probably would never have known even existed without ClexaCon and trolling through artist alley for literally every table that had books on them. I guess, moral of the day is maybe you won’t just find great books on library shelves but on unassuming convention tables too and it never hurts to look. Trust me, I’m a lesbrarian.

Oh bet you thought this post was over. I did the sign off and everything but oh no no! I have some info and such to impart. I am WELL AWARE these reviews have been fairly inconsistent to down right sporadic. Well, this is just a little info dump letting you guys know I am gonna be putting up one more review after this one that I wrote ages ago and I mean AGES (think years, as in multiple) and just never got around to posting and then the old blog is probably gonna be going through a PLANNED dormancy while some pretty big stuff is coming down the pike. You may notice visual changes and other stuff before anything else is announced but just keep an eye out. To quote the Fates from Hercules, “It’s gonna be big!”

Okay now for the actual sign off, I got shit to do! No one look behind the curtain, it’s a surprise!

#Of Gryphons and Other Monsters #Shannon McGee #resident lesbrarian #3 unicorns #questioning girl #lesbian #heavy wlw romantic subtext #ya novel #ya fantasy #go to your local library #but wear a mask #and wash your hands #and stay 6 feet apart #be safe out there guys gals and nonbinary pals

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Karasuno VS. Animal Crossing Villagers

Not an ask, but my own idea! Like most people I’ve been neck-deep in animal crossing during these trying times. I wanted to write how haikyuu characters would react to hearing you gushing about someone, only to find out it’s just your favorite villager!

Sawamura Daichi

Usually Daichi is a very reasonable man.

Somehow that all goes careening out a nearby window when he overhears you on the phone with one of your friends.

“Marshal is perfect and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind. Love of my life. Ideal man.”

He’s so caught off guard that he doesn’t even register the volleyball hitting him in the back of the head. The love of your life? Oh nononononono. No one else was gonna be stealing away your attention.

He pushed the roaring beast of jealousy back down in his stomach and smiled as you waved him over.

“Daichi loooook! He’s so grumpy!” You turned your phone around to show him a picture of an adorable little white squirrel. “I love Marshal!”

Ah.

“Well, he is pretty cute.” Is all he can muster as a reply, feeling rather silly.

Sugawara Koushi

Suga would see you smiling at your phone like an idiot and scootch over to tease you about your silly expression.

His own smile would suddenly fall when you told him just what you were mooning over.

“I made Avery into my new lock screen background! He’s just the cutest!”

Luckily Sugawara is a smart man, and would ask to see your background before drawing any conclusions. He’d breathe a silent sigh of relief upon seeing that your lock screen picture was of a goofy looking cartoon eagle.

“Whaaaaaaaat? You think he’s even cuter than me?” He’d tease, squishing your cheeks with both hands until you broke into giggles. Good. Crisis averted. For now.

Azumane Asahi

Poor baby gets so nervous when he hears you gushing over your villager.

“Kyle is so cool! I’m never ever gonna let him leave I’ve never been this happy in my life!!!”

Daichi and Suga get to watch him melt into a puddle of misery on the floor.

“Kyle?” He whines, scandalized. “Cool?” Of course you liked cool guys. Guys who were tough and aloof and didn’t let anything bother them. He was none of that.

“Asahi! Asahi! Look at my new villager! Isn’t he cute?”

Then you bounded over and showed him the Kyle in question, a hyena in a leather vest. He whined out your name, blubbering as he hid his face in the top of your head. He’s just a big, silly fool.

Nishinoya Yuu

“Okay but Genji is actually perfect though? I’ve never loved anything so much in my life.”

Nishinoya’s head snaps in the direction of your voice so fast his bones cracked. Genji? Who is Genji? He doesn’t glean any information from staring at you, but his teammates can already see the storm clouds brewing above his head.

Who did this Genji guy think he was, stealing away your attention? Hogging your attention was his job.

After landing a particularly impressive receive, he’d look over to you and holler, “Can Genji do that?”

“Well he’s a rabbit and also in a video game, so I’m gonna say no!”

Ohhhhhh, the shame he feels. He must turn red up to the tips of his ears.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

“Papi was singing yesterday! He’s just adorable, I can hardly stand it!”

Tanaka is already growling like a feral dog. He heard ‘He’s just adorable...’ come out of your mouth and it wasn’t directed at him. Your boyfriend.

Clearly he’s gotta challenge this guy for your honor, or beat him up, or, or-!”

Or almost turn into a blubbering mess the second you asked him if he was okay. You’d start panicking when he asked if you still liked him, until he asked why you thought this Papi guy was so cute.

“Ryuu...” You sounded exasperated but painfully fond as you pulled up a picture of the horse on your phone. “He just moved into my Animal Crossing village.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“So I’m still your favorite?”

“Of course you are, Ryuu!” “Ah. Heh. I knew that.”

Ennoshita Chikara

Easily the most sensible of the entire team.

“Whatcha looking at?” You’ve been staring at your phone for a good long while with the silliest expression on your face, and he can’t help but be a little curious.

“Wade! He’s so adorable I can’t stand it!”

“Oh? Do I need to be on guard? Is someone gonna try and sweep you off your feet right out from under me?” He jokes, leaning over your shoulder to get a peek at your phone.

“Only if you think a penguin is worthy of wooing me.” You respond.

“I dunno, he’s pretty cute. I might be swooned!”

“Chikara!”

“Joking! Joking!”

Kageyama Tobio

“Apollo is perfect. He’s all gruff on the outside but so sweet and gentle on the inside.”

Externally Kageyama didn’t show any immediate change in expression, quietly focusing on his drills.

Internally, boy is panicking. Who is Apollo? Why was he perfect? Why did you like him so much?

It isn’t until he misses a set and it hits him directly in the head that you realize something’s up with him. He grumbles over and grabs your hand, pulling you out of sight of his teammates.

“Who’s ‘Apollo’?” He asks as soon as you’re out of earshot. “-! D-Don’t laugh!”

“Tobio, look. This is Apollo.” You bring up your Switch and scamper over to a bald eagle and begin talking to him. “He’s gruff on the outside, but sweet on the inside. Just like you. That’s why he’s my favorite.”

“That’s-You!” He stammers, face exploding into a burning blush. “Wh-Whatever! I’m way cooler than some weird bird anyway!”

Hinata Shouyou

“There he is! The light of my life! My most perfect boy!”

Usually that’d get Hinata excited, because you’d be talking about him. Not today.

“Jeremiah! The cutest in the whole wide world!~”

And he definitely wasn’t sulking because of it. No siree.

You wouldn’t stop staring down at your phone, even when Hinata was doing his amazing freak quick. Yeah you’d probably seen it a few hundred times at this point, but still! You said it was always amazing! What changed?

At the end of practice he’d holler your name out to you.

“I only want you to watch me! Not whoever this weird Jeremiah guy is!”

“Shouyou, baby, he’s a frog.”

“...Eh?”

After you show him your Switch he buries his face in his hands, cheeks burning. “Waaaaaaaahhh, this is so embarrassing. I’m gonna die.”

You laugh and wrap him in a hug. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay more attention at your next game. No frogs allowed.”

Tsukishima Kei

All day long, whenever you’re in earshot, Tsukishima can hear you rambling about this ‘Erik’ guy and frankly? It’s starting to drive him a little bit insane.

“Erik gave me some flowers!”

“Erik said he liked my outfit today!”

“Erik invited me to his house!”

By the time you pick up on his sour mood Kei is practically simmering, and looks at you with a bitter glare.

“Why don’t you spend some more time with Erik if you’re going to be drooling all over him?”

Boy does he feel a fool when you show him a picture of the little elk in your village.

“Kei, were you jealous?”

“Tch.”

Yamaguchi Tadashi

“Rowan is so cool. And so cute! He’s definitely my absolute favorite.”

Yamaguchi’s attention snaps to you, wide-eyed. Who is Rowan?

“W-Who is Rowan?”

Yama’s a pretty shy guy, but he’s not really the type to jump to conclusions either. So if he was nervous about something you said, he’d ask right away instead of stewing in it.

Which is good for him, because now he knows that you aren’t going all mushy over another boy, just a particularly cool cartoon tiger. You’d show him the character on your Switch screen and shoot him a smile so infectious he can’t help but mirror it.

I also think Yama is the most likely to become interested in Animal Crossing after you show him! He’d want to see all your other villagers too, not realizing how far you were leaning into each other’s space as you gave him a tour of your town.

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu imagines #karasuno #karasuno imagines #sawamura daich #sugawara koushi #azumane asahi #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #ennoshita chikara #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #headcanons #long post

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manicr · 3 years

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Coming out, Pride month

I thought I'd talk about coming since it's still the last days of pride month, and how different that can be for some kids, using myself as an example.

For some kids there's no dramatic Moment™ but a life lived and sometimes unknown, with pockets of 'outness' and places where the closet exists but only as a polite fiction.

To make some sense of this, I need to go way back for myself. I was always a queer kid; in all senses of the word. Undiagnosed autism was a factor but so were others.

W were many kids in my family, I grew up with 4 of my 5 siblings, a mix of boys and girls and I was the second youngest. In effect, my older brothers helped raise me and my sisters, and my parents had little time for me. They kicked us out to play to get some peace and quiet during the days, and I frankly became somewhat of a feral child, spending time in the woods and playing by myself a lot. Now, this might sound weird when you have 5 siblings, but we were a motley bunch, fought a lot, and played too, and I was autistic af. Being without them was easier and I could do what I wanted, which was usually play with dinosaurs, explore the woods and draw a lot.

I had few friends, who I was intermittently clingy and distant towards. Typical ASD. And I can in hindsight say that by the age of 10-11 that I was queer: Xena Warrior Princess was an awakening -- in my case, it was the villainess Callisto, but Gabrielle and Xena were obviously in love with each other even before it was canon. But it wasn't an 'aha' moment to me. No great fanfares that I wasn't straight or panic about it. I hadn't understood homophobia, and I didn't much care about kissing any 'real' people, even though I was a big shipper of Hercules/Ares and Xena/Gabrielle. I understood slowly that my parents didn't approve of homosexuality or gnc stuff. So I just chalked it up to them being them and hid all that. Though I could never do feminity right. I was often mistaken for a boy as a pre-teen

When I was 12 I had my first kiss -- with a girl. It was on a dare and I didn't think anything of it. I was THAT friend then, with the few friends I had, the overly perverted verbally and clingy physically. Kissing a girl was nothing, but it was also natural. I played at liking boys at this age. Tried to like those snotty prepubescent boys in my school and tried to perform the obligatory boy band fawning. It was Backstreet Boys for me. But I felt nothing, I enjoyed shipping boys more than I did them. Nor did I want a girlfriend really. But my sister pointed out that I was too 'dykey' with my friends. Repeatedly.

When I was 13 I got depressed. It lasted all of 'high school' (sweden: högstadiet 13-15). It was bad. I was self-loathing, suicidal, and hated how I looked and felt. I explored my gender, my sexuality, and tried to find why I felt so wrong. I escaped into fandom. I lost friendships slowly, but I started to realize that they weren't all that good either. I started to realize that I probably wasn't straight, but still cis, and that I wanted to live differently than I did.

In gymnasium (swe: 16-18) I swore that I'd be happier. I came out as bisexual to my friends and school in my first year. I only chose to call myself bi because I liked looking at adult men, but fuck if I didn't like girls my age too. I was outrageously outspoken, without any borders. I dressed like in long leather coats, embroidered shirts, and cargo pants, pseudo-masc flamboyance, or full corsetted loli goth style - feminity taken to the max until it became unattractive or drag.

I let my friendships be intense, physically and emotionally, but never crossed the borders my straight friends set. Though they probably should have set them a little harder so I'd notice. I was no stranger to making out with my friends, and I had fits of jealously even -- leading me to 'share' boys with them when we made out. But despite this, I was never their girlfriend. Just an overly clingy and perverted friend -- but I was still happy. I felt loved. I kissed with one of my friends who's come out as a lesbian. It was her first kiss. No strings attached, as she said, and there weren't. I went to Pride every year after I turned 16. But I never said a word about myself to my family.

The closet was there, if barely. A polite fiction. The unspoken.

My family had all the chances to know: a gnc daughter who was too 'dykey' with her friends who went to Pride every year and was outspoken in support of queer rights. Who never brought home a boyfriend or said a word about dating. My sister sneered at me and called me a homo and a freak. But we never spoke about it. My parents stopped talking about boyfriends with me.

I left home when I was 19, to study in another city. I did, and I partied too, kissing boys and girls, loving dancing and touching, but I didn't date. I tried, a little but no one interested me more than to touch. I was out at uni. I was out online - I joked that I liked fictional men and real women. At work too. But I never spoke to my family about it, until my little sister had a gay panic moment since her bff was in love with her. I outed myself as she cried and talked her down. She's the only blood family member who I've literally told it to this day. My middle brother asked me if I like girls, I said both, and he gave me ecchi manga. Brothers.

When I was 21 I met the love of my life. The first and only man I pursued seriously. And I really had to pursue him since he thought I was a lesbian bc I was so damn queer and liked looking at women's breasts. After some comedy of errors, we got together. He always knew that I was queer and accepted it, enjoyed it even, since we could ogle at women together and he was fine with me looking/commenting on pretty men too. He had queer friends (pretty much half ), had tried it out, and decided he liked women, and he was also on the spectra of autism. I feel a kinship with him, love, and friendship. His family was queer (gay granpa and lesbian step-sister) and I was pretty much introduced as bi together with my name to them, as a matter of fact.

I married him. We've been together for 12 years. I was the first of my sisters to get wed, much to their surprise.

I'm out to the world; except for my older gen of family. But there were no dramatic moments of outing. No TV moment and teary confessions. Even as a child, to my friends, it was a bi by the way and they pretty much guessed it. My siblings, barring my older sister and oldest brother, got it in casual circumstances or guessed it. I think the rest know, but the closet is there as polite fiction so that they don't have to face it.

I don't feel like I'm in the closet. I've never really felt like it. I know my parents' and my older siblings' homophobia, and I know I'm a freak in their eyes, despite being married to a man. I don't care. They don't deserve to have a heart-to-heart with me about my identity, they don't deserve to participate in my joy, and I don't meet them more than a couple times a year.

I'm happy and bi. I love my husband, I love my friends, I love my new family; it's all queer. Coming out was never something that mattered to me. I lived my life and people with eyes saw it as it was. Those who refused had to look at me being queer af regardless. Naturally, I was drawn to queer ppl bc of this and they to me. There's only so much gnc queer shit straight ppl who aren't super queer-friendly can take. Sometimes all you have to do is live your life.

#personal #pride #coming out

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delimeful · 5 years

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the shapes in the silence (1)

aka the tiny dragon virgil au you never knew you needed

warnings: fear, hunger, feeling trapped

Chapter 1

Virgil paced through his room in agitation, measuring pros and cons in his head. He didn’t want any of the other Sides to see him like this, for a multitude of reasons, but he’d put off eating to stew in bed for too long, and hunger had come back with a vengeance.

Normally, this wouldn’t be too much of a problem. He would slink out of his room, use the well-worn shadowy corners of the mindscape to get to the shared common area, and lurk until he could find a moment where nobody was there.

Those moments were far and few between, what with Patton’s insistence on cooking at all hours, as though trying to impart some of his culinary skills upon their host through persistence alone. Still, worst came to worst, he could always bluff through it. Patton knew when to back off most of the time, and the others were clearly more than happy to avoid contact with him whenever possible.

That was normally, though, and now definitely wasn’t normal, he thought to himself, tail lashing behind him.

Yeah, a freaking tail. Because he was currently in the form of a deep purple, chihuahua-sized dragon.

He’d worked himself into a panic attack the first time he’d woken up like this after a bad night, nearly drowning in his suddenly huge blankets, but by now it was just an unfortunate fact of his miserable life. If he got too worked up, he would change, and be stuck like that, no access to most of his normal abilities, until he’d turn back at seemingly random. He’d managed to wait every transformation out safely in his room so far, but after three days of little sleep and all his hoarded food gone...

His small, leathery wings flapped a couple of times with his irritation, and he snorted, forcing the extra set of limbs to lay flat on his back. Of all things to become when he was sufficiently stressed… Well, it wasn’t like Thomas’s nonsensical mind was anything new to him. He should have expected this, really.

...He couldn’t even have been a normal-sized dragon. At least then he’d be able to scare others off. Unbelievable.

He paused for a moment at the door, pressing one of his deer-like ears against it. It was… fairly quiet. At the very least, if Roman or Patton were out there, he’d be able to hear them. Plus, at this size, it’d certainly be easier to hide in the shadows. His stomach reminded him of how empty it was with a grumble, and he grumbled back at it.

Fine, he’d risk his scaly skin trying to get something to eat. Everything could go terribly wrong, but that wasn’t anything new for him anyways.

He glanced up at the locked doorknob to his room, and then focused on wanting out. His room very thoughtfully provided a cat-flap, so well blended with his door that he almost missed it. He hissed petulantly at the indignity, and then pushed through it anyways. Better to have a quick way back into his room if things went south.

He started down the hall at a swift jaunt, confident that nobody would come down this hallway since his room was the only one connected to it. Once he reached the stairs to the common area, he slowed considerably. He’d never seen the area while in this form, and it all felt so… large.

He shook himself. No time to stall.

Carefully, he slunk down the stairs, keeping away from the bannister so he could slide right into the more shadowy corner at the foot of them. He crept along the edge of the wall. If he followed it, he would end up at the doorway to the kitchen eventually-

A small movement, and he froze.

On the padded armchair, Logan was sitting, back straight as he paged through a book. He’d almost missed the logical side with the way the chair was angled to the rest of the room. He berated himself.

Roman was certainly the worst of the three he could run into here, but Logan was a close second. The Side had shown he was quite persistent in attempting to understand anything that confused him, and a cat-sized dragon sneaking around was sure to catch his attention. He shuddered. Definitely didn’t want to give Logan the opportunity to break out the mad scientist tools.

Slower, he continued moving, thankful that Logan’s attention was focused on the words in front of him. He made it to the kitchen entrance and peered in. No sign of Patton or any in-progress meals in sight, which made him almost sag with relief. He drew his claws in, careful to make as little noise as possible against the tile as he stalked over to the cracked-open pantry door. A full meal was impossible to make, so he’d just have to take as much as he could carry, and sneak out, preferably taking the other wall to be behind Logan’s line of sight.

Unfortunately, as much as he could carry was… not a lot, at this size. Not only that, but he craved meat in this form more than anything. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, though, so he carefully sized up the jump and crouched, before leaping to the bottom shelf with a light thump. He froze, but heard no sounds indicating that Logan was getting up. Okay. So far, so good.

He pushed himself up onto his hind legs, and gripped the shelf above with his claws, pulling himself up with an effort that strained his shaky muscles. His wings automatically started beating to give himself a boost, and he hurried to fold them back down yet again. Damned things. They were a lighter purple on the thin flesh that stretched between each wing joint, and ridiculously eye-catching.

Still, his slip up didn’t seem loud enough that it would draw attention. Luckily, he’d left some of his stuff on the shelf second from the bottom, meaning that he didn’t have to do any more climbing. His food was mostly devoid of crinkly wrappers, so that his stealth kitchen runs were as quiet as possible.

Before he could properly grab a protein bar, which was massively oversized in his little clawed hands, he heard footsteps on the tile. He immediately scurried back, pushing himself into the back corner of the shelf. In his rush, a bag of unpopped popcorn slid halfway off the shelf. He silently willed it not to fall, and then the pantry door was pulled fully open, letting in the ambient light. A pleasant humming was audible above him.

He stared at the blue shirt, his vision of the rest of the Side cut off by the shelf, pupils blown wide with fear and webbed ears pressed flat against his skull. Don’t panic, he told himself sternly. It was just Patton, probably grabbing something to snack on or trying to figure out what to make for dinner. Don’t panic. He just had to stay quiet and wait it out. Don’t-

Patton’s leg bumped the edge of the popcorn bag, and he paused in his humming.

“Oh, who left this out?”

His heart stopped as Patton crouched down, grabbing the errant bag and scanning the shelf for where it belonged. Soft brown eyes locked onto his own, and for a moment they were both frozen.

Patton dropped the popcorn with a thud. “Oh my stars…”

This was bad. Virgil tried to shove himself further back into the corner, barely seeing Patton’s starstruck expression. This was bad, this was bad. Patton lifted a hand and Virgil’s eyes snapped to it, his wings flaring out like a bird trying to make itself look bigger. He bared his teeth, a low growl rising up from his chest.

“Woah, woah, easy little guy! I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise,” Patton hurried to reassure him, leaning back and tucking his hands underneath himself. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

The motion of sitting on one’s hands was so quintessentially Patton that some of the cloying fear faded from his mind. He immediately cut off the growling and made himself smaller, tucking his wings back in. What was he thinking, acting like some kind of feral animal? If it had been anyone but Patton, they’d have seen him as a threat for sure, and disposed of him accordingly. This form was so small, he wouldn’t even be able to fight back.

Patton’s gaze seemed to brighten as he saw Virgil ‘calm down’, an awed smile crossing his face. “Well aren’t you just the cutest! What are you doing in our pantry, kiddo? Are you hungry?”

Virgil was thankful that he couldn’t blush in this form, because this was utterly embarrassing. His ears flicked back and forth for a moment, wondering how he was going to get Patton to let him go, when his stomach made a groaning protest at even the mention of food. He resisted the urge to disown it. Patton gasped in surprise, and then nodded firmly, determination in the set of his brow.

“Don’t you worry, little guy. I’m gonna fix you up something great!”

With that, the moral side reached into the pantry with both hands, gently maneuvering Virgil out of his corner and into Patton’s arms. He tried to scuttle backwards, but Patton made soothing noises at him, and it wasn’t like he could actually bite him. The side clearly hadn’t figured out who he was; he had to depend on that if he wanted to make it out of this unscathed. He had to act timid, harmless. It was a jarring change from his normal persona.

Still, he couldn’t help but dig his claws into Patton’s skin as he found himself high up in the air, suspended only by Patton’s arms. Sure he had wings, but it wasn’t like he’d ever practiced using them!

Thankfully, Patton seemed content to set him down on the counter, smiling at him cheerily before opening the fridge to search its contents, beginning to list out possible food items he could use. Virgil eyed the drop to the ground, still a little dizzy from being lifted so suddenly. If he ran, would Patton chase him? He’d still be hungry, either way. Patton was treating him kindly, if a little patronizing, so would it really hurt to play the role long enough to get a meal...? So long as the other sides didn’t find out-

“Patton? Who are you talking to-?”

Logan’s voice cut off sharply as Virgil whirled around, nearly slipping off the counter. No, no, no, no, no. Of course all the commotion had been audible from the living room. He turned tail as Logan approached, but before he could attempt to scale the fridge, a hand carefully seized the base of his wings, pinning them together the way one would hold a captured butterfly. His feet slid against the slick countertop uselessly. Trapped. Oh god, Logan was going to figure him out immediately and they were going to call Roman to slay him for being a monster and-

“Is this a… miniature dragon?” Logan asked, curiosity coloring his voice. Virgil’s tail lashed back and forth desperately as he ineffectively tried to wriggle out of the hold.

“Logan!” Patton greeted, “Yeah, I found him in the pantry! I’m trying to figure out what to make for him, poor thing’s half-starved!”

“Curious.” He curled in on himself as Logan ran a critical eye over his form. “Starved seems like a mild exaggeration. What did you have in mind?”

Patton hummed for a moment in consideration. “I’m not sure! What do you think, Lo?”

“Well,” Logan shifted his grip, and Virgil suddenly found fingers prying open his mouth with relative ease, “going by its molars and canines, I would estimate it follows a mostly carnivorous diet.”

He shook his head free of Logan’s grasp, growling lowly despite himself. Thankfully, Logan seemed unperturbed, simply turning away from him.

“Beyond that, Patton, I find it likely that this creature escaped the Imagination. It would likely be happier to be returned to its natural habitat.”

Virgil froze at the words, panic seeping through like ice in his veins. He already had a hard enough time defending himself in the Imagination when he had access to all his abilities. Like this, he didn’t stand a chance.

“Aww, c’mon kiddo, I want to make sure he’s properly fed before anything else! I’m sure Roman won’t mind if we keep an eye on the lil’ guy until he gets back, right?” Patton turned his pleading gaze onto Logan, who managed an admirable ten seconds before admitting defeat with a sigh and adjusting his glasses.

“Very well. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Don’t worry about it, Lo. I’m not the,” he lifted a package of sausages from the fridge, “wurst at cooking, you know!”

Logan groaned in admonishment at the pun, and then looked at Virgil consideringly. “In that case, I will keep an eye on our… unexpected guest.”

Virgil’s stomach dropped unpleasantly, but he forced himself to focus. Patton had bought him time, so he wasn’t doomed just yet. They still thought he was just a dumb animal. He only needed to find an opportunity to get away.

Despite his inner pep talk, he still shied away when Logan reached out for him, lifting him off the counter like one would lift a scruffed kitten. It was much less supportive than Patton’s carry was, and he started shaking in the hold, nerves getting the better of him. He’d been trying to suppress his instincts as best he could, but what was the point? It wasn’t like they knew it was him.

Logan didn’t pause as he walked past the array of furniture in the common area, heading upstairs, and Virgil felt his heart enter his throat. Where were they going? Was Logan taking him to the Imagination after all? Did he already know who he was, and was simply waiting until they were alone to get rid of him, to spare Patton the trouble? A distressed warble came out of his throat as he twisted in Logan’s grip.

“Stop moving,” the grip on him tightened, “I am not going to harm you.”

Like he could trust that. Still, his thrashing slowed once he realized they weren’t, in fact, headed toward Roman’s side of the Mindscape. They were headed towards Logan’s room. He barely refrained from shooting a longing glance back at his own hall, trapped by Logan’s firm hold. So close, and yet so far.

Once they’d passed into the logical side’s room, he found himself deposited on Logan’s desk. He couldn’t help but take a moment to stare around, having never been in any of the others’ rooms before.

There were a surplus of books piled around, unsurprisingly, but also a large, slowly revolving globe and an oversized telescope in one corner. A whiteboard took up half a wall, the air smelling faintly of dry erase marker. There seemed to be star maps charted out on the ceiling, and he wondered if Logan had drawn them by hand or simply willed the room that way.

Before he could take in any more, there was the sudden sensation of cold metal against his front leg, and a simple clicking sound. He jumped, waving his leg as though to shake the foreign object off. It remained steadily in place, and he stared at the small, metal band, heart racing in his ears.

It was a cuff, inscribed with small glowing circuits.

“There,” Logan said with an air of satisfaction. “with that, you won’t be able to wander off while we aren’t looking.”

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #g/t #dragon au #does this count as g/t....#the shapes in the silence #tiny dragon virgil #poor lad cant catch a break #ask to tag #My writing

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shy-marker-pliers · 4 years

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High school AU thingamabob

Dark

17 year old senior

class president and is kinda high and mighty about it tbh

“yes i know student council can’t really make any changes without the input of the superintendent but IM THE PRESIDENT AND YOU’RE NOT SO SUCK MY DI-“

does sound/lights for all the shows the school puts on

dating wilford and no one knows how or why they’re together

had a deep as hell voice and a beard the second he hit puberty

takes every ethics/psychology class he can

wants to be a lawyer

that one kid that everyone fears but is actually kinda chill if not a little surly

wears a collared shirt and tie to school every day and would totally get made fun of for it if he wasn’t terrifying

listens to classical music unironically

“oh my god i’m so going to fail this test” *proceeds to get the highest grade in the class*

protector of the gays™️

person: *says something mean to a student because they’re lgbtq+*

Dark: *teleports in front of said student* omae wa mou shindeiru

Wilford

19 year old senior

Yes he still has the mustache

doesn’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks of him

deadass wore a dress to school after one of his friends got made fun of because she wore a suit to a school dance

b u f f a s h e l l

could bench press a teacher if he really tried

on the cheer team

“no i’m not wearing pants, this miniskirt makes my ass look great!”

everyone’s bodyguard

usually attracts a crowd of nervous underclassmen

has mild dyslexia

tol

gives his friends piggyback rides

president of the drama club

works hard enough in school to pass his classes but that’s pretty much it

sleeps in class

Bim

15 year old freshman

vice president of the drama club

wilfords shadow

first freshman to help run the drama club and shoves it in everyone’s face

shouts his gayness from the rooftops

secretly super insecure

loves plants and helps out in the schools greenhouse

named all of the plants but if you tell anyone he’ll stab you

gets mostly B’s and C’s

has mild ocd but not enough to affect him severely

talks like a game show host cause he thinks it makes him sound attractive

it doesn’t

Google(s)

16 year old juniors

identical quadruplets

they have to wear different colors every day or else no one knows which one is which

they’re called the googles because their backpacks match the colors of the chrome logo and they’re super smart

straight A 4.0 GPA students but Oliver has to try a little harder than his brothers

all of them are in the robotics team except for ollie

Blue works on programming and red and green are on the build team

Ollie is the sweetest day of sunshine to ever exist and everyone loves him

he’s basically adopted Eric as his lil bro

tutors people in the library every tuesday and thursday

the other googles disapprove of his relationship with bing but he makes ollie happy so they don’t do anything about it

they all work in a supermarket and they’re saving up for college

ollie wants to be a vet, red and green want to be engineers, and blue wants to be a web developer

Bing

17 year old junior

mostly A’s, a few B’s.

his full name is zachary bing but people call him bing because he’s always trying to one up the googles

dudebro

was pining after ollie for months before chase finally felt sorry for him and told ollie how he felt

they’re dating now and it’s adorable

so soft for his boyf

a really good skater and wins a lot of local competitions

doesn’t study but still gets p good grades

wears sunglasses all the time because he has light sensitivity

Has ADHD

s t r o n k

always challenges people to arm wrestle him

can sing really well and plays gitaur

shares a youtube channel with chase where they skate and to challenges and stuff

Dr. ipiler

18 year old senior

Everyone calls him doc because he helps the school nurse and takes every single biology and health class there is

all A’s

really wants to be a surgeon

best friends with Schneep

huge star trek/harry potter nerd (ravenclaw if you’re wondering)

almost always at schneep’s house studying or just chillin’

kind of a control freak

thinks he’s charismatic but he’s actually kinda annoying

but annoying in a funny way

has a pet ferret that he sneaks into school

feral

espresso and sugar flows through his veins

“i actually got a good sleep last night.” “oh really?” “yeah bro i got a whole half hour!”

super dark bags under his eyes

Host

17 year old junior

all A’s except for in gym class

he has eyes in this

his real name is Simon Charles Teller (there are specific meanings to those names btw look them up) but he’s called The Host because he does morning announcements every day.

has gold eyes and a lot of people find it unnerving

“hey i have a podcast you should totally listen to it”

nocturnal

spends all of his free time in the library

always reading in class but the teachers don’t really care bc his grades are good and he does his homework

wants to be an english/poetry teacher

crushing on the cute shy kid from his english class

doesn’t talk much but he’ll still be nice to you

that one kid who’s always correcting the teachers

Runs the D&D club (he’s the dungeon master)

Eric Derekson

16 year old junior

Mostly high B’s, a couple of A’s.

lives with his uncle mark after he ran away from his abusive dad and is living a happy life

the guy that always volunteers to take care of the class pets over the weekend

animals love him

has anxiety, mild paranoia and autism.

animals, harry potter, and pokémon are his hyperfixations.

he also really likes gardening

crushing big time on hostioli

spends his entire english class staring at him and blushing

is seriously considering joining D&D club just to be able to talk to him

he’s in the art club

wants to be a vet and maybe do some freelance art stuff on the side

Ollie keeps yelling at him to just ask host out already but he’s too nervous

my poor bb boi

Wears sweaters all the time

wears headphones to block out noise if it ever gets too loud at he goes into sensory overload

disaster bi

Yan

18 year old senior

gets C’s

non-binary

has a makeup tutorial channel on youtube and has a pretty decent following

That one weeb

dyes their hair a new color every week

also has a new crush every week

everyone knows who their newest victim is because they never stop watching them

draws anime or cute animals for every art class

wants to be a a fashion designer

does MMA

everyone kinda stears clear of them

writes their first initial along with their crush’s on every notebook they own

has gotten suspended for beating kids up on multiple occasions

doesn’t really have that many friends but they don’t mind

spends their lunches watching their crush

in the drama club and the art club

Randall Voorhees

18 year old senior

C’s and D’s

Eric’s cousin/bodyguard

they have a lot of the same classes and walk everywhere together

loves animals and has like 10 pet rats

he doesn’t really care about his grades because he knows that he wants to be a woodworker/construction guy

makes little houses out of scrap wood for his rats and Eric thinks it’s adorable

always sneaks his rats to school and lets them have play dates with dr. iplier’s ferret

“nO IM NOT RELATED TO JASON VOORHEES HES NOT EVEN REAL SO SHUT THE HELL UP-“

used to live in nyc in queens and still has a pretty strong accent

completely incomprehensible when he’s excited or angry bc of the accent

everyone is jealous of his hair

spends like 100 dollars on shampoo and conditioner and stuff but it’s worth it

acts like the straightest guy in existence but could not be more gay

his boots are always muddy

Yancy

16 year old sophomore

his name is Yancy Bird

g...get it? like jailbird? ahaha...ok i’ll stop

permanent resident of the detention room

but he gets to just chill out and read for an hour so he doesn’t really mind

mostly gets detention for beating up kids that bully others

fuck the system

always wears a leather jacket and blue jeans

“hey, the 50’s called and they want their-“ SMACK. “shut up.”

takes a lot of criminal justice and psychology classes ironically

in the botany club but if you tell anyone they’ll never find your body

everyone is surprised when they find out he’s friends with Eric and ollie

pan but in denial

“i’m not gay guys, that ain’t me, i’m just comfortable with my sexuality. so i can admit when i see a guy with a handsome face and pretty eyes-“

that song is great btw you should listen to it

anyway

always makes really dark jokes and everyone is like “are you ok?”

except for his friends they just laugh

“lmao wouldn’t it be funny if everyone like...died”

#markiplier #markiplier egos #darkiplier #eric derekson #the host #wilford warfstache #yancy iplier #randall voorhees #bim trimmer #high school

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lonelyapprehension · 4 years

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I'd love a matchup for Undertale or an ut au please if that'd be okay! I'm a female and I like girls but a skeleboy is also fine since this is just ut

I'm a gemini and I am 5'5 with shoes on

I like music, animals, crafts and memes

I dislike loud noises, yelling, crowds

I'm surprisingly pretty quiet and shy, I tend to be stuck in my thoughts a lot so I usually have no idea what's happening around me. I don't have a lot of friends so I get very excited when I meet people!! I'm a little sassy and I'm always joking around, I'm rarely serious unless I'm helping other people. I try my best to be selfless and outgoing bt

people do make me incredibly nervous. I'm usually in my room with music on and I've been doing lots of art lately! It makes me very happy but I have little to no confidence about what I draw so I tend to keep it to myself- I've been told I'm very creative but I tend to suppress it because I don't want to disappoint people with what I make. I take naps a lot and I like giving people hugs.

I'm a bit weird with letting people touch me? It makes me VERY uncomfortable but if I trust someone enough to date them I'd be fine curling up on top of them to take a nap 👉👈 I'm big anxiety and depresso but I forget I have social anxiety or convince myself I'm over it and throw myself into social situations and then go "o h n O how do I do this???????????"

into making art and into my relationships, I try to do things for my friends and talk to them about stuff that's bugging them as a distraction. I always seem to know when something is bothering someone and it tends to freak people out. If I feel someones upset or something is off I'll sit with said person and let them vent or just chill with them and being able to help makes me so happy! I have 3 geckos and would like to get snakes, tarantulas, and fish in the future ! I don't have fish rn though because I'd need Big Tank and filtration and heat and trying 2 clean a fishtank would MURDER my spine right now (scoliosis gang)

I do a lot of stuff to fuck with people. I have a list of stupid and feral things I've done that can be acquired. But one of them was that I made a meme themed monopoly 4 business class when I was in high school and managed 2 look my business teacher in the eye with a straight face as Barry b Benson sat there on the board. I had made little Pepe players n everything.

I went to his board a lot and wrote a good chunk of the bee movie script there

OK lastly I'm a science nerd (specifically biology and chem), I wanna be a nurse to help people and hopefully make a very stressful time a bit easier for people

I believe that nothing is permanent and I believe that with a bit of love and care anyone can be a good person 👉👈 I just think it's really important to be there for people and I hope I can make people feel loved. I make ppl friendship bracelets,,

I'm sorry this was so long!! I do be rambling

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it's fine i type like the adhd person i am!!! rambiling is perfectly fine on this blog. we support rambling here

for undertale i match you with...hound! (swapfell? fellswap? my aus are mixed up my guy)

this,,,himbo. you have anxiety? he knows how it feels and will listen to you for hours man. legit anything. you wanna recite the bee movie script you madlad? go ahead. you wanna talk about your gekko gecko babies? he's there to listen. you just wanna ramble about nothing? about character arcs? about how annoying loud noises are?? he's there 4 u

and he's a not loud papy! so you get tall AND chill... sorry, tall, chill and knows memes. ooh baby a triple

he's perfectly fine if you don't wanna b touched at the beginning of the relationship. like he's understanding and will show you affection in other ways.

for percy jackson i match you with...piper!

look. we been done know she's super fine with the memes. she knows leo for heck's sake. she will wear whatever you make her. "but it might clash with your outfit" she doesn't care you made it for her and she will die with it on.

if she catches just a glimpse of your art she won't shut up about it for the next week. like on god. she wants you to know that it's awesome!!! art takes a while!!!! be proud of the grind!!!

she'll also be fine with the touch thing, and will also show affection in other ways. like those compliments? never end. ever. she loves you and wants you to see her how she sees you. she loves the babbbabbies too. she went to wilderness school of course she's fine with animals

#real talk tho can i buy that monopoly board #hound x reader #swapfell x reader #piper mclean x reader #pjo x reader #undertale x reader #app writes #submission

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inexchangeforyoursoul · 4 years

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Hey... hey @transhawks ,,, happy afterbirthday :D

(I “finished” something,,, the DabiHawksTwice thing. The one that is spicy. Something that’s positively not for small beans’ eyes, shoo, little ones.) Also it’s one of the v few things I have that are of this nature and the first I’m legit publishing, so sorry if it’s awkward (not a single beta has seen this either asfasfds)

(And to anyone who may not know, this is to go with the art I already have on my blog, but especially the one that I had to put elsewhere bc of the policy lmao: dA tweet) (babies don't click is2g)

Hawks' consciousness phases back bit by bit, blissful oblivion turning into the itch of drying tears in his eyes, the press of warm bodies against his, and the rhythm of their soft panting. The perfect peace after a cascade of wonderful, wonderful feelings, noises and sensations. He could stay like this forever.

"Welcome back, angel," purrs Dabi's gravelly voice next to him; Hawks can feel every vibration underneath him and his fingertips as he lays on top of the man. The golden irises slide into focus and look upwards to meet smoldering blue ones. Another pair of lips brushes against his cheek, tickling his face with the surrounding stubble. He turns to have them press against his in a deep kiss; his holes twitch at the sensation, and even more so at the fingers tugging at his hair. So full… so filled. So whole.

"You are all ours now," the fire user continues as Hawks lays his head back down panting, Twice doing the same on his shoulder while his hand slips back down from the blonde feathery locks to caress both the hero and Dabi's sides. "All mine and Jin's. Nobody else's."

Something blooms in Hawks' chest upon hearing that while Dabi's fingers replace the previous ones and rub into his scalp. Something dangerous, terrifying, awe inspiring, something that cannot be anything else but his heart singing in utter joy.

His sex and anus twitch around the half hard dicks again.

Claimed.

"Really?" Is it really true?

He's been claimed.

Dabi shifts to pull him into a kiss of his own, excessively hot and wet and all kinds of right. Whether he's humming into it in pleasure or as a way of agreement is questionable; perhaps it's the reason why he reiterates upon breaking apart. Twice's arm has slid in meanwhile and is supporting their heads, making sure that they don't lose each other from sight. "Really."

A small, but all the more genuine smile appears on Hawks' exhausted face; this time around, it's his wings that want to flutter, smushed as they are under the comforting weight of Twice. "I'm glad," he squeaks in a small voice, earning him another kiss on the temples as he basks in the sensation warming his chest.

Dabi sighs as the sandwiched bird's hips sway a quiet minute later in an attempt to get him balls deep in again. "Eager for more, aren't you."

"Need you… deeper," Hawks mumbles through a pleased sigh as the blonde behind him accommodates the voiced need to be filled proper and kindly shifts him lower to have Dabi bottom out as well. He could… he can go again.

"Dabi… you ready for round two? I have a couple more in me," Twice says as if reading Hawks’ mind, pulling out halfway only to slam into the hero, making him whimper into the crook of Dabi's neck. Hawks would love to have him fill his heated cunt with his own cum as well, but doesn’t want to waste time with cleaning up, and neither does he want to do something unsanitary. "Need a timeout?"

He’ll also gladly take another load of Twice's up the ass, though. And a clone’s down his throat, if it comes to that.

"As long as you two stop using me as a chaise-longue, I'll be fine," moans Dabi as Hawks pushes himself on shaky elbows (was sex always meant to be so exhilarating?), minding the staples that came loose somewhere down the line, a few of them still bleeding. He can feel stains of fresh rust on him, too.

He sighs a soft “oh dear” and leans back down to kiss and lick the wounds better, relishing the metallic taste he laps up. It satisfies another, entirely different carnal need of his- he can practically feel the invisible shackles inhibiting him snap off by the dozen as his heart starts racing again. Warm, sticky liquid pools around Dabi’s cock inside him as his walls tighten around it once more. The man acknowledges this with a shaky sigh, a tentative hip roll and one of those thigh squeezes that drive Hawks mad for more.

It's then that Twice starts moving to set a slow pace; oh, he’s just so good to him… knows exactly what his body needs. Hawks lifts his ass a little so they can return to the intoxicating rhythm of pounding into the hero in quick turns of never ending pleasure, just like they did a couple minutes ago. The fact that his legs fell asleep in the awkward position and he cannot actually feel them apart from the prickly needles of blood pressing into his veins doesn't bother him in the slightest; the boys can just take the reins if he can't keep up.

He can feel everything that matters, anyway; this includes the piercings of the fire user that are escaping in quick succession until barely more than the head remains.

The eyes of a predator meet a ghastly, pristine sea again. “Your blood is so sweet,” Hawks says with a smile that is way too sharp to be taken lightly. “I could eat you right up,” he clicks away then, impaling himself on the game ready villain with a lewd smack. Just in time for Twice to pull out and ram the monster of a dick he sports back inside, making that pierced wonder escape once more- almost out, but never entirely. The push and pull of bodies, working in wonderful tandem.

“With a look like that in your eyes… I’m certain you would,” grunts Dabi, slamming him down by the thighs himself this time around; it pulls Hawks’ feral grin even wider. “You look as fucking gone as the little freak does when high on blood.”

His initial answer is a trill of a giggle that is stopped by a throaty little moan when Twice hits a sweet spot, bumping him forward into the pyro’s face. "Then you better make sure I can’t move an inch afterwards,” he breathes in an airy voice, then plants a butterfly kiss on Dabi's lips. Not having anything to say, the fire user slams him back down which is much appreciated. Yes, all Hawks wants is this. His brains to be thoroughly fucked out of him. Wants to be bred into an incoherent, twitching mess filled with bodily fluids. Suppose the fact that he is even thinking of such things is proof of them doing a damn good job already. Maybe this round will draw out an even higher note of him as he screams out in orgasm.

The world is already becoming little more than static background noise and he’s beyond excited to find out.

#Kate writes #TouKeiJin #DabiHawksTwice #I ain't tagging anything else fam #I'm certain anyone who's into this knows where to find it #and yes in case I wasn't clear enough this is v much NOT sfw #rina's bday has been framed by my bs.... you're welcome

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yanderetua · 5 years

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Yandere!Kai Parker

Requested by; @yandereforyou

smt prompt 9, 13, 19, one-shot, TVD, Kai, manipulation, obsession

9; “smile baby, you’re on camera.”

13; “should I time you?”

9; “do you need a break baby?”

“Hey! Watch it!” you jerk back in surprise, a choked whimper leaving your mouth “I-I’m so sorry!” you whisper hastily dabbing at the growing stain on the strangers jacket “I didn’t m-mean to, I’m sorry!” you mumble your apologies over and over until the stranger grabs your wrist “Hey, hey, calm down, It’s no big deal.” you look up at the man, eyes wide “It’s fine, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” He smiles and leads you to a table off to the side “Here, sit down, relax,” you nod, clasping your hands together “I’m Kai.” you blink up at him “I’m gonna grab another coffee, wait here okay?” you nod again “Yessir.” a flash of something unrecognizable flickers across his eyes “Good girl.” he pats your head softly, making you blush as he walks away, weaving in and out of the crowd.

Your leg bounces nervously as you watch Kai chat with the barista, his head constantly swiveling back towards you and grinning each time he makes you blush. You finally look down, shyness overcoming you.

“I got you caramel mocha iced coffee, is that okay? You don’t seem like the type that would like black coffee so I took a chance.” He chuckles “Yeah!” you perk up “That’s what I always order!” he takes a sip of his own cup “Drink up babydoll.” your whole face turns bright red at the petname, so you direct your attention to gulping down the iced coffee “Do you have a ride home?” you shake your head “I walked here,” you yawn softly “oh, excuse me.” He grins and waves me off ”Don’t worry, I’ll give you a ride,” he stands and offers you his hand “Wouldn’t want you to fall asleep on your walk home.” he flashes his pearly whites at you “C’mon, let’s get going.” you take one last big gulp of your coffee and gently toss it in the trash can, careful not to spill the ice. You shiver a bit as you follow Kai down the sidewalk “Sorry, I parked a ways down to avoid the traffic.” you scurry closer, unknowingly huddling closer to him, seeking his heat “You cold doll?” you nod, your nose slowly turning pink, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer and you yawn again, your tiredness overriding your rational thought.

“Here you go.” he unlocks the passenger side of his car and opens the door for you “Thank you.” you mumble sleepily as you slide in, your head immediately resting against the window as soon as Kai shuts it “What’s your address sweetheart?” you mumble something, barely forming words before light snores slip through your parted lips. His finger traces the curve of your jaw before starting up the engine “Finally in my grasp.” he whispered.

While trapped in his own personal hell, he had a vision, just a few years before his escape. His head tilts back as he remembers the delicious feeling of your pureness radiation from the vision.

It doesn’t take long for him to reach home, a small cabin just on the outskirts of town, his room already set up for their bonding. He picks you up, cradles you to his chest and carries you to his room. Once he sets you down he began undressing you, then ties your hands to the headboard with the silk ties already hanging from the wood above you. He leaves you there as he prepares the ritual, lighting a circle of candles around the bed, pouring out random herbs and oils here and there. You shift, bringing his attention from his spell book and up towards you “Darling?” you jerk upright, fear clouding your thoughts as you thrash “Pl-please! I wanna go h-home!” You whip your head back and forth before your gaze settles on the man kneeling at the end of your bed with his book balanced on his thighs. Pure adoration coating his features “Hello my love, You slept for awhile.” He says softly “I’m almost ready to bind us,” you tug at your restraints again “Please, l-let me go.” your head drops to your chest, exhausted “Wh-where are my clothes?” You squirm, dragging your knees up, trying to cover as much of yourself as you possibly could.

He smiles and stands up “It’ll make it easier to bond fully after the ritual.” He strokes your cheek “Don’t worry though, you’ll be able to watch the whole thing later.” he says and opens his book again “Watch it?” you jerk as he tugs your legs down flat. He tilts his head towards the bookcase behind him “Smile baby, you’re on camera.” you shake your head, tears welling up “No! No! Please don’t!” his smile drops “Baby, it’s just for me and you, I’m not some sort of freak,” He rolls his eyes “I would never let anyone else see what’s mine.” He cups your face “Now don’t squirm, I need to make sure I get these symbols correct.” he picks up a marker a starts drawing across your stomach. It only takes a few moments for him to finish and cap the marker “Are you gonna sacrifice me to Satan or something?” you choke out, on the brink of sobbing “No! Of course not!” His eyes are wide as he presses kisses all over your face “You were made for me, I would never hurt you! That’s why I’m binding us together!” his face contorts into the most melancholy look I’d ever seen “We are meant to be together, soulmates.” his voice quivers, shocked that your heart goes out for this sad boy before you, that’s all he is, just a small child in the body of a man. You find yourself relaxing, still hesitant and nervous but slightly calmer now that you know he wouldn’t harm you.

He steps back and smiles softly before beginning to chant, his words barely audible. A moment passes before a searing pain ignites in your chest, he falters, his eyebrows dipping in anxiety over watching you squirm in agony “Do you need a break baby?” He hesitates before shaking his head “No, no, I gotta finish, I’m sorry babydoll, it’ll be over soon.” he continues, his voice growing louder as the candle flames flare higher, sparks jutting out from the tips of his fingers.

It happens in the blink of an eye, Everything turns a rosey pink and the pain fades “Kai?” your voice doesn’t sound like your own, breathy and dripping with honey “Yes baby?” he sounds hesitant “You’re so handsome.” your lids drop in a lengthy blink as you stare up at him dreamily.

He lets out a tiny giggle “Oh baby, I’m so glad you’re here.” you squirm “Kai,” you let out a whine “Please?” your hips raise, a different kind of fire igniting in your stomach “Anything for you my doll.” Kai sheds his clothes quickly and settles between your thighs “So pretty.” he mumbles, eyes fixated on your silky folds. Everything he ever wanted lay beneath him, begging for him.

“Should I time you baby? See how fast I can make you cum?” you squeal as he nips at your thigh, him laughing in response “So happy t’ have you here,” he nips closer to the place you need him most, your hips jerking up again, seeking friction “So needy too.” his tongue finally meets your heat and you release a pleased sigh, a strange prickling at the back of your mind as he laps at you, his own moans following yours. You push the feelings aside, desperate to chase your orgasm as it inches up quickly. God his mouth. Everything about this moment makes you feel lightheaded, pleasure coursing through your veins “K-kai, want you inside me.” you would normally feel embarassed by how desperate you sound but your mind is clouded, words slurring together when he kisses his way up and slowly rutting against your entrance “Don’t worry babydoll, daddy’s here, gon’ make you feel real good.” he says, dipping his head to leave pretty little bruises all across your throat. He nudges the head of his cock against your clit, making you gasp sharply “F-fuck!” you yelp as he continues his assault on your sensitive bud “Now now, no cussing, you gotta be a good girl,” you choke out an apology and he easily sheathes himself in you, his cock throbbing deliciously as you clamp down around him, drawing out an almost feral growl from him “Y’sound so pretty, moaning all for me.” his praise making you mewl happily.

Kai’s movements quicken, his palm pressing down on your abdomen, making you really feel every single inch of him “I love you so much.” he gasps out, a bead of sweat dripping down his throat, you lean up, capturing his lips with your own “l-love you too.” you reply, another twinge of something in the back of your mind as you unknowingly sign yourself over to him completely.

Neither of you notice the candle flames rise higher and higher with each snap of his hips, your orgasm washing over you without any warning, toe curling jaw dropping bliss. His head is thrown back, your pure white light radiating so deep inside of him that he almost black out. The flames finally flicker before dying completely. Kai pulls you as close as possible, burying his face in the crook of your neck “All mine, my pretty baby, all mine.”

Do not reblog without my consent

#yander kai #yandere kai #yandere kai parker #yandere vampire #yandere tvd #tvd #the vampire diaries #yandere vampire diaries #yandere the vampire diaries #yandere witch #yandere warlock

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spectralreplica · 4 years

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So I loved your response on who would be most likely to witch out in the PMMM/DR v3 au, but id love to ask, what did they all wish for? (Bonus: Also did those wishes backfire?)

So, these are my thoughts for right now, but if I actually planned more of the “story” for this AU, some of them might change. For some of them I kind of cheated and came up with the power first, but in my defense it’s hard to come up with wishes without having planned more of the plot, since Kyubey tries so hard to get people to make spur of the moment wishes during times of stress.

Kokichi: I see him as totally paranoid (rightfully so) over how Kyubey’s trying to trick him but still obsessing for weeks over the perfect phrasing for a wish just in case, and then suddenly a witch traps him and DICE in a Labyrinth and he ends up contracting with a totally spontaneous wish. Something like “saving my friends” or “being strong enough to protect my family.” For maximum irony, he’d end up with powers that get stronger when fighting with/to protect others but keep trying to fight alone anyway due to not trusting other magicals and not wanting to put DICE in danger. He’d also tell people he wished for other things like, “to rule the world from the shadows,” or “an infinite supply of scarfs.” As for backfiring, he does save everyone that one time, but they’re in more danger since other magicals end up targeting them when Kokichi poaches from their territories, plus they’re in the line of fire if/when he witches out.

Kaito: Like in the game, Kaito is terminally ill and wishes for something along the lines of “being healthy enough to achieve his dreams,” but he totally lies and says he wished for something like “being strong enough to help others.” He gets the power to temporarily boost other people’s powers and/or make their bodies regenerate from wounds. He kind of avoids using the healing part at first because it’s a little suspicious with his alleged wish and then pretends it’s a thing he’s been practicing. It doesn’t really go bad for him, and I don’t think he’d regret making the wish, even when he finds out about the Soul Gems controlling your body thing. Maybe when he realizes there are no witches in space? But even then I think he’d be in denial…

Shuichi: Shuichi ends up involved in a really serious case and just can’t find the piece that ties it all together even though everyone is counting on him. At the height of his anxiety, Kyubey approaches him, and he wishes to find the truth. He basically gets super intuition/lie detection with a (mental) visual interface sort of like the DR trials (truth bullets plus the mini games). This creates drama with certain other magicals who are hiding something (cough, Kokichi and Kaito) and makes him doubt his skills since he’s relying on magic to cheat.

Maki: Still an orphan, still approached by a cult, but then approached by Kyubey. She wishes that the cult would never bother anyone at the orphanage again, and they all end up arrested, dead, or mysteriously vanished. She basically gets the power to make things/people “go away” to a pocket dimension only she can access, and this makes other people sort of forget those things/people exist while they’re inside. She sees her wish as a necessary sacrifice, like her becoming an assassin in canon, so she is Not Happy when Kyubey approaches some of the other orphans.

Kaede: Honestly not sure???? She doesn’t really have anything in her backstory that would be a catalyst for Kyubey to approach her, so I see it as more of a random chance, situation-based thing, like Madoka healing the cat. Maybe she was trapped in a Labyrinth and wished for the power to fight survive, or to save a friend? Just know it’s not related to her piano playing. That’s all practice, and she likes it that way.

(Joke answer: Kaede gets super mad at someone from a distance and wishes she could slap them across the face for being an idiot. She gets the power to telekinetically smack anything around from across the room.)

Himiko: Intrigued by the idea of real magic but not intrigued by the idea of having to fight witches. Ends up wishing for her mentor to be more popular. Not as mind-controlly as Kyoko’s wish; basically, people just find him really cool and talented and can’t look away from his shows, but they don’t like, form a cult? Sort of derails her own career as a magician (both because the audience likes her mentor more and because she has to sneak off and fight witches) and doesn’t really fix the problems in their relationship, but he doesn’t leave and never return. Anyway, she gets the power to make herself and anyone she touches more or less noticeable/popular. Really good for stealth or drawing aggro. Also for convincing people to do her favors.

Tenko: She recently moved to the city after living in a temple since she was a child, and is finding it hard to adjust. One night, when she’s out acting as a “hero of justice” like her Master taught her and preventing a suicide, she ends up trapped in a Labyrinth and saved by Himiko. She ends up really, really attached and sort of accompanies her on hunts for a while until something goes wrong, and she ends up wishing to protect Himiko. She ends up with sort of a sense when Himiko needs help and is really good at putting up shields/barriers.

Miu: Still in a bad car crash leading to a coma, butthe surgery doesn’t go as well. Kyubey approaches her in the hospital right after she’s been told she’s facing permanent brain damage. She almost wishes to put her brain back to normal but then decides, why stop there? She wishes to be a genius with a super-brain that can solve any problem, and ends up with super inspiration, mostly aimed at turning any materials around her into an invention that will help her. She can use magic to substitute for missing materials and speed up the development time, but this uses a lot of magic at once, and the finished product won’t work for anyone else. Freaks out when she learns her body is now essentially hardware, but then she realizes the possibilities for improving things… Then everyone else freaks out.

Gonta: Still a feral child who got lost in the woodsand was sort of raised by wolves (not reptites, sorry), but this affects his ability to learn language and social skills much, much more severely than in canon. Wishes for the ability to understand others, which makes him fluent in all languages and sort of an empath. Also, because he sees animals as sort of on the same level as humans, this extends to animal languages in addition to human ones. Being able to speak and mimic “good manners” improves others’ opinions of him and his intelligence, but being able to feel how his birth family really feels about him is so upsetting that he eventually ends up running away and staying with Miu and Kiibo.

Kiibo: Lives with Miu. Does not remember his wish, but he has powers, so he has to have made one? Probably human. I’m still sort of torn over his backstory, but I’m kind of leaning towards a Hijiri kind of situation, where he was created by someone else’s wish. Or magic (cough, Miu.)

Ryoma: Wishes to get revenge on the mafia that killed his family and girlfriend. Basically gets enhanced strength and a sort of sense of where all of the members are. I sort of went over how his wish ends up in the other post…

Korekiyo: Wished to cure his sister’s illness and got healing powers. Currently traveling the world to observe other magicals. Like the other cult members, offers to use his powers for a price (usually Grief Seeds or information).

Angie: Starts out living on an isolated island andacting as a priestess/oracle, but begins to doubt her own abilities/connection to her god because natural disasters are getting worse and more people are leaving. She sort of interprets Kyubey as a messenger from her god and wishes to know what’s really going on/get a better sense of her destiny. She gets the power to predict the future as long as she is personally involved. She has to actively focus on a question (What happens if I do this?) or a goal (I want to achieve this) and she’ll see the most probable path. This really elevates her sense of self-importance, and makes it much easier to make others see things her way. It doesn’t prevent a tsunami from destroying her home and making everyone leave, at which point she meets Tsumugi and Kirumi.

Tsumugi: Her life isn’t bad, but she doesn’t like herself that much and feels empty and unfulfilled until she comes across the existence of actual magical girls (well, one in particular). Like an anime come to life! Tsumugi wishes for the ability to become someone else (yes, I know this was Rena’s wish too…) and gets the power to transform into other people. If they’re a magical, she can also copy a limited, weaker version of their powers.

Rantaro: Wishes to find all of his sisters and gets the ability to track people. He has an inherent sense where each of his sisters is and their general emotional state, but he can also apply this power to other people if he focuses. It works from anywhere in the world and can be based on a photograph, but it works best when the person is close by (from a country away he knows they’re alive and northwest from him, from a building away he knows they’re sitting in a chair in the back corner of the back bedroom and feeling excited but a little nervous) and he’s met them in person. He quickly discovers that tracking a sister down once doesn’t mean she’ll stay “found” and go home. Some of them also want to travel, others have bad senses of direction and always get lost again, some find his new knowledge of where they are and how they feel super creepy and avoid him, and at least one became a magical girl already… He probably finds out about the witch thing first…….

Kirumi: Part of a family that’s been serving animportant, rich family (maybe Rantaro’s? for maximum irony?) for generations. She’s been trained to dedicate her whole life to serving others and has no real prospects outside of eventually becoming head maid and training her own children to replace her. Meets Angie and Tsumugi and is immediately drawn in by Angie’s message. Wishes for the ability to instantly transport herself and others and gets the ability to teleport to any location she’s seen (photos count). It gets harder the more people she takes along, the longer the distance, and the less detail she knows about her destination. She tells everyone—and herself—that she lives to serve and wished for a convenient power to better serve the group’s needs, but she secretly wanted to escape really badly for her own sake too.

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