#and brave to leave him at the end

[weaponizedmoth]

If requests are still open it would be awesome to see you doodle Christine or Roul, your style is gorgeous!

Thank you! Here you go:

#couldn't do Raoul cause I just don't like him as much cheers! #I struggled with this one because I wanted to do a drawing from reference #and nothing worked so I was like “ok how do I view christine as a character” and this came up #a sad girl #that's how I view her #like a sad girl who's going through something so strangely unique and no one believes her or understands the extent of her suffering #and she believes that if only her dad were here he would understand her but she doesn't have him #and to an extent she doesn't really have anyone #she keeps being pushed to do things by everyone and she's really brave to do them #brave to get engaged brave to face up to the phantom who kills without mercy and who she's still probably sort of in love with #despite it all #and brave to leave him at the end #anyway I love you Christine Daae mwah #christine daae #christine poto #poto #the phantom of the opera #poto art #phantom of the opera #fanart #wmp requests #my art

[sophsun1]

#britin #queer as folk #cinematv #cinemapix #filmtvcentral #userthing #smallscreensource #mlmsource #brian kinney #this whole scene is a blessing to me #it's not shown here but one of my fave bits is the end with the priest watching britin. one of the few times we see an outsiders pov #he's reconciling all the different sides he's seen of brian. the first meet in the baths the successful yet neglectful son from joan #their argument in church leaving him feeling brian is selfish. the kinder side in the club under all the cockiness #observing britin being sweet together clearly in love literally bouncing with happiness in the others presence #finally the fading smile to a sad wistful look that he cannot be like brian who won't be told who he is be it by faith or society #he does not have the same freedom and he kinda admires brian for being brave enough to live #2x09

[corallapis]

okay. see. the thing is. the cricketing gear isn't just a silly set of clothes the tardis picked out. it's to clue you in that we're dealing with posh edwardian man levels of repression here. that's who five is.

#and you gotta keep this in mind for every emotional moment in his era. calling tegan's departure unsentimental... like sure. ok. #bleak might be a better descriptor tho. #like they're literally standing in a room full of dead bodies. that's what they're stepping over. #it's quick yeah bc tegan's on the verge of tears and handling it like ripping off a bandaid. #bc if she lets the doctor speak she'll be convinced to stay and she can't bear it anymore! #the way five oh so slowly raises his hand to take hers and the look on his face? #the way he runs after her and says 'no no don't leave not like this!' #that's crazy!!! and then he compares it to the circumstances that made him leave gallifrey!! #an ep later he describes himself as 'obsessed and depressed' over it!! #there's a reason it goes [tegan's departure] -> [turlough's departure] -> [five dies] in the course of three serials! #donna voice it's like you're staggering along. once tegan leaves he's hurtling towards his end. #and tegan hasn't changed her mind when she turns back around the corner. she's watching the tardis dematerialize as a final goodbye. #'brave heart tegan' (the thing he always says to you) isn't what you say when you made a rash decision & are regretting it. #it's to steel yourself bc you know you made the right decision despite how hard it is. #and yes he takes her at her word bc five sees everyone on a countdown clock to the day they're going to leave him. he expects it. #:( #dw

[schmweed]

#Gerri Kellman #Roman Roy #I LOVE this scene so much. #The full gifs show it better but I want their faces up close on my dash #but I love the dynamic of the capable scary General Counsel who shows a wary but gentle tolerance for this Roy child in particular #The sweetest of Caroline's kids most of the time. and Gerri would know having pretty much watched him grow up #On the other hand we have his delightfully super flustered fidgeting which is saying something given that Roman is fidgeting on legs #I love her joke about being in America. who else would Gerri Kellman rib like that? No one but the tiny puppy yapping at her well-shod feet #I love her “Be brave” and Roman's body language in the last gif! With his “Yes Mommy”. #Pretending she's boring but he's soaking up her caring words and attention all on him. #She's literally the ONLY person on earth (apart from Logan when he's rarely happy with Roman) #who can encourage and comfort and cheer Roman up. unlike Logan however #Gerri's gentle demeanor doesn't leave Roman feeling like the other shoe is about to drop anytime. No bad taste in his mouth. #Succession #my gifs #Culkin and Cameron-Smith MUST both win. They were INCREDIBLE and only kept raising the bar until the end.

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 5: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

The winning option of yesterday's poll was that the adventurer should choose a suspicious egg as his gift ….

"He carefully plucks the egg from the gift pile, wrapping it in spare fabric and tucking it away inside a small wooden box within his backpack for safety. Not really wanting to stick around and get accidentally pulled into scary underground tunnels or something, he shakily bids the Well Creature farewell, and continues on through the forest, just following whatever he can find that looks vaguely like a path.. He makes an occasional stop to pick up a cool rock, harvest berries, or let the cat play in the grass, but mostly just wanders aimlessly, lost in daydreams and contemplations of how his New Fun Life Of Spontaneous Adventure is going so far......

Eventually, the forest tapers off into a more open area of land, hosting what seems like a humble little village. By this point, it's nearly nightfall, which reminds him that he's actually quite afraid of the dark, so he scrambles about town for a moment until finally finding the local Inn. After nervously stumbling inside, he rents the cheapest room available, then sits alone, snacking on some free leftover food scraps and plain water. It's been a tiring day, but in the spirit of becoming an adventurer and pushing himself to have as many experiences as possible, he figures he could hang around downstairs a little longer, perhaps get one more thing done before bed -- What should he do?"

#paventure posting #polls #choose your own adventure #Sorry I have the opposite problem to people who make characters who are too overpowered and good at everything lol #Everyone has to be fumbling around in roles that are not actually suited towards them that much (like a wandering #adventurer who is also afraid of the dark . not generally all that brave. instead of a trusty steed or something useful #he has like 5 coins and a piece of bread and a little cat. etc #) but that's the point! He wants to get out and try. He doesnt' actually know much what being an adventurer entails but he still wants to #go and adventure and see the world. leave whatever his old life was behind and just let himself be led by whatever paths happen #to present themselves to him - in the hopes that at some point along the way he'll end up with something fulfilling or know #where he actually belongs. blah blah generic adventuring stuff. so on and so forth. He can't have too specific of motivations really #just by the nature of everything he does being randomly voted on lol. So just 'generally seeking to be on a journey' works. #I wonder if that's the fantasy world version of a mid-life crisis. People reach a certain age and are just like 'I'm going to leave #my village and wander around and see what happens!!' and sometimes it works out and they become a famous #cartographer or a well known knight or work their way into a job in castle or etc. etc. and then others just return home after #like a week or something with no money and a broken arm lol #ANYWAY #I wanted to have so many options since an Inn is a good place where many branching paths could come from like. there could be such a #variety of people to talk to and things you could do there. but I'm still trying to limit it to 6 or less options each time #I wanted to have a second mysterious hooded figure described as trying very hard to look much more mysterious than #the first hooded figure but there isn't room for that with the text limits lol. but I thought it would be funny with like.. the fantasy #trope of there always being some shadowy guy in a corner in a tavern or something. but then you look and there's another even more shadowy #guy. then you look in the next corner and there's an even MORE shadowy guy. and sometimes they all stare at each other from #across the room. one of them pulls their hood down a bit and the other does it and they keep doing it until their faces are so covered they #cant see anymore. etc. etc. ANYWYA Ghbjhb #yeah! day 5!

[eorzeashan]

Eight has a lot of facets, but I'm still fascinated by his role as the shepherd to Jadus' flock--or the iteration of him where he accidentally becomes cult leader for the remnants of Jadus' followers after the war with Zakuul. In a meta context, he sees himself as the person necessary to test and guide all servants of Jadus in an effort to gather them all in one place and create a united understanding of the will of their master, though he initially is reluctant to even associate with Jadus' other underlings. Even as a retired 'Hand', he makes it his life's mission to interpret what Jadus left behind, becoming a sort of paranormal investigator for the life and works of this mysterious sith lord, as well as de facto leader of his followers who lacked guidance after Jadus' disappearance into seclusion.

One could call him the missing link to Jadus himself.

#do you ever inherit your boss' mission to change the empire while he haunts your narrative #do you also end up inheriting everything he ever owned with not even a footnote on what to make of it #do you spend your life braving the darkness of his mysteries to make use of it for the betterment of mankind #are you determined to face unimaginable terrors and questions to use the power of someone long gone and change a galaxy that has forgotten #both you and him #are you prepared to question why he left you behind #swtor #ooc #i'm just restating what i said about the bride of jadus #but his role is so important. in a way he does inherit his authority (what remains of it) to make lasting change #but not in the way he imagined #ALSO CRYPTIC INTERACTIONS WITH OTHER HANDS #when jadus leaves you high and dry and the mysterious other servant you didn't know about asks if you wanna solve jadus mysteries together #he's his lorekeeper the shepherd to his flock the caretaker of his life #he patiently waits for his return--even if that never comes #whatever. whatever #it's just. he's willing to lead others by the hand if they share something. but he's incapable of that without that connection #to this greater mystery that they all call jadus #or maybe. it's because he knows naught else in the absence of 'fear'

[feline-evil]

I have like 5-6 months before i have to navigate an airport and fly solo for the first time, and fly for longer than 2 hours for the first time AND fly to the states for the first time and Brother. You may think from the sound of this that i am some sort of "brave" man or at least "put together enough to navigate the world" but i will tell you straight up i donot even leave the house, i haven't gone out on my own in years, i do not take public transport anywhere; this is a flying by the seat of my pants situation and hoping i can utilize anxiety to fuel me instead of making me find a crevice betwixt tsa scanner and wall within which i can shove my malleable body

#jay talkin #I DONT KNOW WHAT IM DOING BUT IM DOING IT #BECAUSE MY BOYFRIEND IS ON THE OTHER END OF THAT FLIGHT #AND I *NEED* TO BE ABLE TO DO THIS BECAUSE I *NEED* TO BE ABLE TO GO BE WITH HIM GRAAAAAGH #its sort of um. a jump into the deep end situation i thought i was gonna build up to it by starting to go out solo more and then i Didnt #but to be fair that was moreso bc my leg started to go and now walking kinda hurts so im not motivated to leave the house lol #ive told myself if i can brave Oblivion and The Smiler at Alton Towers i can be brave enough to do the airport

[mechawolfie]

who is this guy........

#smudgy.png #he lives in a spooky castle and the #locals of the nearby village say hes a ghoul who sucks ur blood or steals ur children or hes just Really Scary #(they cant decide on one) #& one day a brave hero shows up to defeat this menace he's heard so much about #and he shows up to fight this guy #but finds out hes just this very socially anxious weird guy who refuses to leave his castle because there's People Out There #but also sometimes ppl who need a place to stay will just show up. & he'll give them his nicest room & warm food #& let them stay for as long as they want #until they can get back on their feet again #in exchange for keeping up the rumor that hes actually Really Scary and Evil #to keep everyone away #TERRIBLE plan that does not work but he's not very smart <3 #plus deep down he rly does enjoy some company #anyway yes him & the hero DO end up falling in love. you know me #but i havent figured out the hero's character yet 😩

[llycaons]

I’m not a huge fan of wn/wxx or wx/wwx/lwj but I don’t have anything against it. I am nodding respectfully as we pass each other but I don’t think it’s very in-character

#I blacklisted it even tho I'm sure the fics are fine. this one is just down to personal taste. I salute the few and the brave #I just think lwj and wwx are too insane about each other not to be exclusive #even though I buy wn loves wwx and I definitely see wwx having a little crush and flirting w him in CR #it was fairly important to wn's arc that he leaves wwx at the end even though obvs they'll be friends for life #like you could say the same about wwx leaving but the point was that he came back #also wwx canonically forgets about wen ning all the time :( sad but true. both him and the narration treat wn weird #even though a big part of the story is 'dont treat wen ning weird he's a person' #ficblogging

[sungwoonha]

actually a walk can’t fix me

#just got attacked #dad walked in and asked what i was doing (my back wasn’t feeling well so i was laying face down and told him i was waiting for my laundry #to finish drying so i can go get it and then he switched and started yelling at me about some random ass shit so i just said ok u can leave #now that u said what u wanted to say and he was like I’m Not Leaving blah blah and i was like ok well i don’t want to hear u yelling like u #can leave… and normally when he yells i just don’t answer back bc then they get mad i’m talking back but today i rly am just sick of it #all so i tried to explain myself and he just said stop w the excuses blah blah IDC stop using ur sickness as an excuse #like K :) #was so close to telling him i’d k*ms soon so he didn’t have to deal w me but i know that would send his rage even more #anyway what’s parents deal w wanting to be in ur room all the time?? like how exactly does that bother u….. i could b out all day and you’d #hate that too so what exactly… do they want frm me…. #anyway x2…. yea…. i’m just not going to speak for the rest of the day and avoid them all as much as i can for idk.. the rest of the week #i rly wish i’d just be brave enough to end it but well. #p

[thekitsunesiren]

Dc x Dp #46

"I'm transferring you all to another branch to focus on your teamwork." Batman announced to the Young Justice League out of nowhere.

The news surprised the whole group. They've been together for quite sometime and had gotten alone just fine. Sure, they had disagreements here and there, but that wasn't enough for them to need more training, was it?

"We've been officially working together for a long time. Why do we need teamwork training now?" Robin asked, being brave enough to talk to the well feared vigilante that many were fearful to speak against.

Batman said nothing as he scrolled through the tablet in hand, obviously searching for something.

"Because you still have problems with your teamwork. You need the help of another team your age to get a better view point of what you're doing wrong. And hopefully you'll be able to learn about the different type of enemies

"Wait, wait, wait! Our age? You mean there's another team that we didn't know about?" Kid Flash asked, the news obviously being a surprise to him.

This news was a surprise to everyone in the group. All of them thought that they were the only young heroes that worked under the Justice League.

Finding what he was looking for, Batman opened a file and the team looked at the large photo that appeared on the screen. The photo contained four teens, just around their age if not older or younger.

One was a black teen with a red beanie, and Robin was surprised to see the bulky tech in his hands that he was using. What kind of outdated tech was this team using?

Next to him was a goth looking girl with raven black hair wearing a black short with a black and green plaid skirt. Her face was concentrated into a stern glare that gave Wally the shivers. The gun that she held in her hand didn't help either.

There was another girl as well. Her black hair down and resting against her shoulders. Said shoulders and the rest of her body covered by a black and red suit with a hoverboard against her feet and another strange weapon in her hand. A gun maybe? Red Arrow was curious to see her aim when moving on that board.

And the last kid wasn't standing. He was floating. With snow white hair and green eyes that seemed to glow everytime they looked at the photo. He looked to be around the same age as the other three, but he wore a black jumpsuit with white boots, gloves, and belt. On his belt rested a thermos? Superboy didn't see how such a scrawny thing could be of any threat.

One thing was similar was that how all of the humans eyes seemed to glow. Almost as bright as the- metas'? Aliens? -did.

"These are the members of Young Justice: Dark. They have been under the Leagues employment for three months, but they've been working on their own for almost two years and managed to stop several world ending disasters dealing with the supernatural."

The statement from Batman shocked the team. Them? On their own for two years fighting against the supernatural? Surely he was joking?!

"But-how? We've never heard of them, and they were world ending, we should've known about it." Robin argued.

"Because they've never left the threats leave their town." Came Batmans clipped reply. "There have been a few close calls, but all of them have been handled. As for why the League wasn't aware, there was interference that stopped the League from knowing about Amity Park. This is the team that took our place."

This was the team? Two years unsupervised against supernatural threats that they didn't know about and they still remained uncovered? Just how strong was this team?

"I'm assigning your next mission to work under them. For the time being they will be your superiors and you will follow their instructions if you come into contact with any enemy. Do not go against their orders or else it will be dire. With this, you will learn about threats stronger than you have faced and better yourselves as a team. Do not mess this up."

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom crossover #dc×dp prompt #dp crossover #Young Justice x Danny Phantom #Danny and the gang are Young Justice: Dark Amity

[blue-eyed-giant]

i am Stressed i am Excited and i am Scared this is too much on my heart

#i never thought i would be so conflicted on leaving this goddamn country behind #but the reality is creeping in and i grieve not being able to touch my family for a long while #i am excited dont get me wrong #but i am scared of the last images i will see of them i hate seeing people grieve over my loss #i am scared especially of my father because if he wont be brave enough at the airport on wednesday morning then i will break down with him #i can stand strong for mom but dad is my last comfort here #i am also scared of loneliness so much for years i have been doimg everything to always have company #even when i had no one i had my brother #and if go to a silent room at the end of the day i feel like i will lose my mind #i feel like those characters that haunt the narrative with their absence but i can see the narrative #i feel like a living ghost everyone acts like i will never come back #like bro i will literally bite you if you dont come visit me i have already planned everything we will do #i am looking up pizzerias and gelaterias i am on the lookout for the shows at the historic theatre #i will buy tickets in advance to the historic sites

[screampied]

gojo had a dream you died.

it was partially the reason why he woke up in a cold sweat… it was horrid.

he could still hear your screams, the life leaving your eyes, but more importantly, he remembered your final words that were murmured to him. “satoru, don’t… cry, i’ll be okay, it’ll be okay.” and he believed you, that everything would be okay. despite tears filling his eyes, labeled the strongest at that moment, he couldn’t have ever felt so weak.

the dream felt so real, that was the scary part. he remembered each and every detail. from the feeling of you giving his wrist a light squeeze, the sweet smell of your natural scent.. the eerie sounds of your irregular wheezes as you were clinging on your final moments.

“don’t leave me,” he mutters, he remembers saying that. three simple words, yet his dilated pupils spoke a thousand. he started to repeat it. again and again as if it was a mantra. his words, his tone broke the more he spoke to you. that cute smile of yours never left your lips, it remained there. regardless of your inevitable incoming fate, he sobs, “you’re…you’re all i have left. i don’t wanna be left alone again, just stay. please, baby.”

“i’m not going anywhere, ‘toru,” you’d reassure him, a single tear drop of his falls onto your cheek.

after that moment, gojo wakes up. trembling, yet the dream wasn’t that feared him the most. it was him waking up with you not next to him..

cold, everything felt cold.

he shot up immediately from his dream. the cold sweat that forever continued to race down his back as he panted.

he was so used to your warmth taking up part of the bed. albeit, in this case though. it felt empty,

isolated.

it was near the middle of the night, gojo was drowsy, rubbing his eyes to blind his vision with imaginary stars. feeling for the bed, it was frigid.

“baby?” he’d grumble, white lashes partially open. silence called back to him, if it was anything about gojo, he hated being alone.

oh, he loathed it,

yet whenever you came into his life—he didn’t have to worry about that. you were always besides him, no matter what.

until now.

it takes him a split second before it dawns on him. your fatal death, it wasn’t another one of his silly surreal dreams. it was nothing but mere reality.

a breath gets caught in his throat once he realizes, being brought back into harsh realness. you were gone.

it’s been years, speaking of which…

it was your anniversary with him. the same exact day he proposed to you. he remembers it vividly, getting down on one knee with the goofiest grin. he didn’t even say, “will you marry me..?” instead, he snorts a sheepish, “let’s get married, heh.”

“i always forget around this time,” gojo sighs to himself with a soft tone, his voice was a bit raspy from abruptly waking up. intaking a sharp inhale, he goes towards your side of the bed and he reaches into his pocket.

“it should have been me,” and he doesn’t even care he’s talking to himself, it’s like for whatever reason, your presence was near him. “our marriage,” and then with a brief sniffle, he glances down at the ring you once wore proudly. he strokes it with a thumb before huffing out a shaky, “our marriage, it was supposed to last us for infinity…”

but it didn’t.

with hot tears streaming down his face and stuck a power he wished he’d never have, in the end, it couldn’t save you.

he couldn’t save you.

and now…

the strongest, the most brave to ever live and walk could easily be mistaken as the weakest.

#★vegasbaby. #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo angst #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk fic #jjk drabbles

[criminalamnesia]

ok but price and simon could give such tolerate it vibes.

him with a younger partner. he finds your naivety and youth charming. you look up to him, and you can’t believe someone older and wiser is with you.

you met him when he was on leave, and things started getting serious after a few months, but then he was facing deployment again. so, with teary eyes and a broken heart, you watched him leave and promise you’ll write every day.

he chuckles and nods his head, placing a chaste kiss to your hair before slipping away.

you do write him everyday, and at first it’s endearing how worried you are. you don’t know what’s happening, and you’re so concerned— and he appreciates that. find it charming, even.

he comes home from that first deployment and you’re there, waiting with a battle hero’s welcome. streamers and balloons and a fucking cake you baked yourself on the dining room table of his flat. you, beaming brightly and clutching your hands together in glee, waiting by the door.

he laughs it off, tells you he appreciates it, but it was unnecessary. you tell him you think he deserves more.

time passes, and the charm of your naivety and doting loses its shine. you’re boasting to all your friends about your man, how amazing and strong and brave he is. and he tolerates it, laughs it off.

the next time he comes home from deployment, you’ve decorated your now shared flat. the whole nine yards because it’d been a longer deployment. his favorite meal, hot and fresh on the table. a bottle of his favorite liquor.

he can’t help but be annoyed. it was cute at first, and now he doesn’t understand it. he doesn’t care for the festivities— he’s done things no man should be proud of, yet here you are, celebrating him.

he doesn’t want to fight, so he tolerates it. puts on a smile, eats a few bites of dinner, and slips away for the evening. you frown but don’t question it.

soon it’s like you’re living with a shell of the man you loved. he’s quiet. gone a lot. barely affectionate. when the two of you talk, it usually ends in an argument. he won’t introduce you to any of his friends.

you still shower him with love, talk his ear off about plans and your day and whatnot, and he nods along absentmindedly.

your friends tell you he doesn’t deserve you. you’ve basically become a live-in housemaid that he occasionally fucks. you don’t believe it at first, but you come to realize it’s truth.

your love should be celebrated, not tolerated. you should be with someone who loves you as much as you love them.

the next time he’s on deployment, you move out. pack all your shit into a u-haul and move in with a friend for the time being. leave a note stained with tears on the dining room table.

he gets home from deployment, expecting what’s become normal. you, waiting anxiously by the door, jumping into his arms as soon as he’s inside. the smell of dessert or his favorite dinner wafting from the kitchen. balloons and streamers and confetti.

the house is dark when he steps through the door.

part two here, part three (ending version 1) here, part three (ending version 2) here

#tell me i’m wrong #simon riley x gn reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #john price fic #john price x reader #john price #captain price fic #captain price x reader #captain price #tolerate it #tolerate it by Taylor swift #cod mw2 fic #ghost cod #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #john price drabble #john price oneshot #ghost oneshot #ghost drabble #ghost x y/n #ghost x gn reader #ghost x you #ghost angst #price angst

[yanderenightmare]

TW: noncon/dubcon, bullying, reader wears glasses

gn reader

Thinking about jock bully hunting you down after the bell rings...

You hurry – haphazardously shoving your books and pens into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder – ready to get out before the chimes are even done singing.

Thankfully, it seemed fine for now as you couldn't hear the roaring of buzzing students in the hallway just yet, only your own class packing up their belongings with movements rather lazy compared to yours. 

But you couldn't afford to take your time – even with the free period following the end of your class. You needed to leave before he could find you.

"Where’ you off to in such a hurry, Specs?"

You ought to have knocked on wood before finishing your thought – you admonished yourself with eyes squeezed tightly shut and a punishing bite to your lower lip.

It's funny – you winced – how his voice is so casual, so breezy and laidback, all cool and friendly – funny how it sends such spiky goosebumps down your spine.

You ignore him, trying to squeeze past him – quick and dexterous as you attempt to slip away and disappear out the door – maybe be so lucky to lose him in the crowd.

"Whoa, whoa- you tryna run off on me?" He joked. His large hands held up to block your way. 

You watch the rest of your classmates leave – leaving you to fend for yourself. But you couldn't really blame them… none of you wanted to explain new bruises to worried parents at home.

He was like a shark circling, and if he smelt blood in the water, you were as good as done for. And you were like an open cut.

"Now, what did I do to deserve a disappearing act, huh?" He pouted. His head tilted, blocking out the lights in the ceiling, shadowing his already scary face. 

You nearly squeaked instead of speaking. "Please- I- I-"

"Calm down, will yah?" He dismissed. Flashing you a wide smile – the one that nearly fooled you into believing he was a good and decent guy. "I ain't come to pick on yah…"

You didn't listen. Once again, you bravely tried to push past him with your bag squeezed tightly to your chest – trying to rush to the door.

But his size was like the door itself. Big and squared. Muscly and tough as he blocked your way effortlessly. Though, no less bothered with your insistent attempt at running away from him.

"Now, when I tell you to do something-" He laughed passive-aggressively as his hand reached out to clutch the handle on your bag, yanking you back. "You should perk up and listen, yeah? Use that head of yours for something useful for once."

His knee rode up between your thighs – making you whimper where you stood, caged between his thick arms and the desk behind you.

"Wouldn't wanna make me angry now, do yah?"

His breath tickled your face, and you bowed your head under his gaze – unable to take your eyes off of the veins flexing along his beefy arms as his large hands gripped the table’s edge, sleeves rolled up like usual – the sight of his knuckles whitening, making you queasy with unease.

You tried ducking away once again. "Please, I need to-"

But he just clicked his tongue at the measle effort. Cutting you off yet again. 

"You don't need to do anything but stand here and entertain me." He decided with a voice a bit more biting than before.

You jolted, your eyes round and wide as you looked back up into his glare.

He laughed out a lighthearted chuckle before his hand broke off from marring the desk – scratching the back of his neck with an apologetic smile – serving a small effort at easing your worries where you stood tense and rigid in your place in front of him.

"Thing is…” He started once again, his tone back to normal – or whatever he wanted you to think was his normal. “Coach is gonna kick me off the team if I don’t get my grades in order.” He explained. “So’s thinkin’ since you’re such a good little nerd, you wouldn’t mind helpin’ me out.”

His hand reached out to tickle your chin.

“M’sure havin’ a cute little nerd-tutor like you is exactly what I need.”

Your throat was so tight you thought you might just choke. “I don’t-”

“Good!” He boasted over your pitiful protest. “Since y’got nothin’ better to do, how ‘bout we just head straight for my dorm right now?” He asked – though you knew better than to think it was a question. “Le’me carry that for yah-”

He yanked your backpack from your chest, ripping it out of the tight hug before throwing it over his own shoulder.

“I can carry you too if yah want?” He posed – smirk loud on his face as he placed his large paws at your waist – followed quickly by you shooting your arms forward to shove him off in protest.

But though you thought you’d put in some strength behind it, the boy in front didn’t budge at all. 

He just arched a brow as though asking if that was really all you had. And you hoped dearly he couldn’t see how the stiff muscles of his shredded chest had actually strained your wrists instead.

“What do you say, short stuff?” He leaned in, his breath foggy on your glasses and hot on your cheeks, as his hands clawed themselves into the fat of your waist, pulling you off your feet just a bit.

“N- no, thank you.” You stuttered out, stumbling a bit as you braced yourself against him. Your eyes squished close as you bowed your head away from him in a mix of fear and embarrassment while you suppressed the mortifying feeling of nearly pissing yourself.

But the tall boy realized little of your inner turmoil – rather enjoying it as he scoffed out an amused laugh at you. “A'ight then, come on.”

He yanked you along – his large paw gripping your arm as you struggled to keep up with his long strides. Nearly needing to resort to jogging where you otherwise tripped when the gap between the two of you became so large you had to skip a step or two to catch up – and before you even realized it, you were already standing outside the boy’s dorm waiting for him to find his keys.

He unlocked the door and welcomed you inside with the same grace of a warden showing a prisoner to their cell – with the weight and breadth of his warm hand on the small of your back as he nudged you inside.

The room had an overwhelming dank scent of both bodyspray and sweat and other things you’d only expect to smell in a boy’s locker room.

“Yo.” Came another voice from inside.

“Sup, roomie.” Your bully replied lazily. Grinning at how you gripped his shirt, all but jumping into hiding behind him. 

You’re cute…

“Who’s that you got there?” His friend arched a brow at you, where you peaked at him from behind your bully’s sleeve.

“I’mma need the room.” He announced, not really answering the question.

The roommate then scoffed with a grin, beholding you with slim eyes for a moment, then scoffed once more before he got up to leave.

“Don’t hit the books too hard – Coach’ll have your ass if you don’t bring your A-game later.” He warned, pulling his gym bag up on his shoulder as he excused himself.

You looked around once he was gone, spotting dumbbells and other equipment – and quickly realized how there must be many more muscles beneath his shirt than what you’d already borne witness. 

“So- uhm-” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you awkwardly turned to the boy. “Where're your books?”

Your bully smiled, taking a casual step toward you. “My books?” He asked, nowhere near even trying to sound the least bit genuinely confused.

“Your- uhm...” You paused, feeling uneasy. “Textbooks?”

His smile sharpened. “That’s cute.” He mocked sweetly while buttoning up the small black buttons of his white uniform shirt, giving a flash of those muscles you’d been anxiously anticipating. “You actually thought we were gonna study?”

BNHA – Bakugou, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks

JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji

HQ – Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Miya twins, Tendou, Ukai

AOT – Eren

DS – Akaza, Sanemi

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Love and Deepspace men x fem!reader slightly unhinged HCs

I started Love and Deepspace yesterday so please have my slightly unhinged HCs for the men so far. And minors don’t you dare interact

Part 2

Rafayel

He’s a biter. Leaves you covered in marks from your neck all the way down your thighs.

Plans a date where he’s laid out a huge canvas on the floor of his studio, puts your fave color paint on your hands and his favorite color on his hands, plus several globs of the two colors across the canvas, and then proceeds to have the wildest three rounds of sex on that canvas as it gets progressively more covered in paint. Sells the painting for 6 figures a few weeks later and uses it as an excuse that you need to make more of them.

Tells you his best masterpiece is painting your body with his cum—got really into it once and dipped the paint brush into your cunt to collect his cum and then painted it across your breasts

Has a secret sketch book that’s nothing but pictures of you. Lots of them are of you sleeping when he can study your features but there’s still quite a few he drew from memory.

Made you lay down naked with your legs spread and be still so he could draw the most detailed image of your pussy you could possibly imagine. It’s his personal fave that no one besides him will ever see.

Sees shibari as a beautiful art form and likes to practice with you—has a whole album in his phone just of pics of you tied up all pretty for him

Rarely gets soft in a serious way, he much prefers the teasing back and forth you two usually have.

Xavier

He’s definitely broken into your room Edward Cullen style and watched you sleep

His favorite dates are taking you into the forest at night to watch the stars and moon together. Bonus points if you come across a wanderer and get to fight together.

Clingy after you become his, always wants to be touching you and doesn’t let you out of his sight (and yes that means sometimes he’s following you but it’s just because you’re brave and reckless and he worries)

When he eats you out, he holds both your hands in his for you to hold on to and does it with no hands—makes you cum more times on his tongue than you could fathom (and yes, he’s eating you for his pleasure)

Downloaded a tracker into your watch so he can know where you are at all times

Gets horny when he watches you fight and has def pulled you aside during a mission for a quickie in which you end up having your cunt stuffed with cum for the remainder of the mission

Such a cuddler but like a cat where he only wants to cuddle if he wants to—falls asleep nearly instantly in your arms like the cute sleepyhead he is

Zayne

Finds it so cute the first time he comes to your apartment and sees all the little snow creatures he’d made you sitting in a windowsill together. Makes you so many more after that. Sends you a bouquet of flowers made from his ice too (#Elsa)

Has food delivered to you at lunch on days he knows you’re super busy so you don’t forget to eat since you often forget to take care of yourself (he doesn’t mind too much since he likes that you let him take care of you)

Prefers kisses over hugs, except when he’s sad because of a patient (then he likes the warm comfort of your hugs)

Moves his glasses to the top of his head and rubs the bridge of his nose when he gets really stressed

Brings you a mild painkiller after blowing your back out, a smug but tiny smile on his lips, and tells you, “I was a bit rough so humor me and take this medicine. I don’t want you in excess pain because of me.”

Loves when you want to lay on his chest when he’s reading through cases and medical journals at night. He’ll read them out loud until you fall asleep and then finish them quietly as you snore softly into his chest

Calls you before a difficult surgery because your voice instantly calms him down

Into bondage—specifically he likes to tie you up so you can’t escape when he starts to overstimulate you. He really can’t help it, you just make such pretty noises for him when he gets you to that point that he has to keep going

Tags: @adaurielle @luffysprincess @seraphofthesimps

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