#feedback is appreciated

[cookieshapedrat]

CW// Scopophobia!

Haven’t posted in a while, but I’m back with a little spooky art. Horror isn’t my specialty. Despite that, I went for it anyways. So here is spoopy boi Wally @:)

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[viburnt]

Divorcing Izuku Midoriya Headcanons

I'm on a creative rush, and this may make zero sense because I'm tired lmao. Anyways, have some angst <3

Tagging the babes: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot @trickster-kat @angelshimaa (babe, you've missed some very angsty posts) @xhieru @mimisxs @dabislittlemouse

Content Warning: Divorce, emotional abuse and manipulation, mention of baby-trapping, alcohol.

• As I said in my last post, divorcing Izuku is a nightmare. Think about the most energy-draining and mental health deteriorating process, and multiply it for a minimum of 6 months. Izuku won't make things easy for you at all, trying to drag and prolong the whole ordeal just to keep you close. I've divided this set of headcanons by key moments/topics to keep some order. I hope you enjoy them, I'm pouring my heart on these (also pay attention to detail because I'm working on something hehe).

Denial and confusion: the first days after you serve him papers

• Izuku genuinely doesn't understand why you want to leave, refusing to accept the fact that you're not happy being by his side. He's given you all there is to give: a comfortable house, nice clothes, expensive cars, etc. So when you serve him papers, Izuku's first reaction is confusion followed by fear. In that head of his, he's made everything a good husband has to do! So why? Why would you not be happy?

• If you were smart enough and planned your movements with care, you should be able to go through your divorce without depending financially on Izuku or having to live in the same place. You'd have to deal with his incessant calls and texts, often having to block unknown numbers to avoid hearing his whines, but it'd be less difficult. If you weren't thoughtful about the situation and proceeded without the right steps, oh, you're in for a treat: there's nowhere you can go besides the house you shared with him, no place where you can be at peace. You're at Izuku's mercy, like it or not, but that's another story.

• In addition to his denial, Izuku starts to (unconsciously) guilt trip you. Phrases like "Sorry for not being enough," and "I know I'm very pathetic" become frequent. It pains your heart to hear those things because you know Izuku loves you, you are just not compatible at all. You try to let him see it's not about being enough, it's more about effort; with much patience, you set things clear to avoid any misunderstandings, but Izuku just doesn't get it.

• "Haven't I done this or that for you? Didn't I buy you all these things? Am I not enough?" "Izuku, I didn't ask you for any of this, all I wanted was my husband..." Conversations like this occur during this phase, and they can only be held through the phone (when he is sober and not yelling/hollering how much of a mistake a divorce would be). He tries to gauge sympathy from you, telling you that his job is important but that he loves you so much!

• He becomes an empty shell of the bright ray of sunshine the public knew. It goes unnoticed by many, but the people who work around him can tell. It is then when he starts telling others about his marital situation, and you end up seeing faces you've met once or twice during galas or hero events. You "accidentally" stumble across your husband's colleagues, like Ochako, who try to convince you to give him a second chance. "I- I know we don't know each other a lot but please, consider it. Izuku is a great guy a-and I'm sure you guys could fix any problem!" It is embarrassing for you because no one wants people to know their issues.

• What's so ironic about the moment when you serve him papers is that he receives them at his office, the very root of all the problems in your marriage. It was the place where he had spent anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine's... those four walls witnessed the beginning and the end of your relationship. Izuku has a mental breakdown when he finally reads the documents but, hey, he was still pro-hero Deku, right?

Negotiations and lawyers: The first weeks and months

• If having to deal with Izuku's colleagues trying to change your mind wasn't enough, be ready for your soon-to-be ex trying to negotiate. Midoriya suggests couple's therapy to talk this through, and for a split of second, it almost sounds like a good idea! But then you remember all those times when Izuku had promised you he'd be there for you and failed. It didn't seem plausible after that... Besides, all things considered, it'd be hard to find a therapist who could see your side of the story. Who would dare to tell someone as charming and popular as Izuku that he failed as a husband?

• Once therapy is off the table, Izuku brings up children. It may be considered a low blow, especially if one of your dreams was to form a family with him, so his offer felt cruel. "W-we can have kids! Wouldn't you want that? We can be a big family, with one- No, two babies!" "Ouch, it takes a divorce for you to even think about it, huh? That's uh, slightly concerning. Besides, a kid needs a father too... I'm not planning on being a single mom in this marriage" Now, Izuku strikes me as the kind that would try to . to stay. I'm sorry if it sounds terrible, but considering how sometimes he acts on impulse, he really could try it.

• Izuku also tries to be at home more often; he "cooks" (it's takeout disguised as home meals), brings you coffee to the bed, and calls you all kinds of sappy nicknames... It saddens you, why couldn't he care like that before? Of course, this point only applies if you still live with him during this whole process. If you don't, he starts frequenting the places where he guessed could find you: cafeterias, plazas, shops...

• Finding a lawyer for you was a hard task, especially because everyone sees you as a "dumb" woman who is trying to divorce Japan's number one hero. Not to mention they were very expensive, and Izuku was certainly not giving you money for that. You tell Izuku that mediations need to happen to progress with the divorce, but he never shows up to the meetings. There's always an excuse for that man! No matter how much you plea, he refuses to sign the paper. Izuku also becomes very mean towards you, outright berating you for not understanding him. It's gruesome to see him turn into such a monster during these months.

• As an additional point for this part, Izuku hires a private investigator to follow you around. He feels bad for thinking of it, but the idea that you could be seeing someone else while you're trying to divorce him eats him alive.

Last resort: Mediatic battle

• The media is very quick to pick up your marriage's fall down. Time after time you visited your lawyer's office for them to put two and two together, and Izuku takes that to his advantage. Sensationalist articles had already been happening, a lot of them being cruel and demeaning towards you. Titles like "Is she a cheater?" "No amount of success gives you the girl!" And "Pro-hero Deku will be looking for a new wife soon" started popping up. You have to take down any social platform to avoid being targeted.

• It is when Izuku gives a public declaration that things get worse. "I'm sorry, my wife is just not happy with me anymore. Please respect her wish! Don't harass her, I failed as a husband." It may seem like a hearty and sorrowful declaration from the outside, but Izuku picked word by word to gain sympathy and pressure you into changing your mind. People in the street call you "heartless", and the stress simply keeps growing for you.

• To put it in simple words, you were David against Goliath, except Goliath was a glorified person who had all the resources and support of the people. You were nothing but a tiny mouse squeaking to be set free of a relationship that was suffocating you.

The aftermath: Supposing you haven't given up and he signed the divorce papers

• If you somehow manage to divorce him after all these problems, congratulations. You survived 5% of the drama that awaits you! Now you won't be able to date someone without people snapping photos for entertainment news or judging you for leaving "such a great man". Izuku will still try to convince you to go back to him, playing his "sad lover" role in front of the cameras so well! He'll try to send expensive gifts and tell you to keep the house, he'll call you drunk in the middle of the night, and if you're not careful enough, he may try to gaslight you into thinking nothing wrong was happening in your marriage.

• One particular thing I must mention is that Izuku only signed the papers after you yelled at him at one of the legal mediations, hot embarrassment tears falling from your tired eyes as you begged him to let you go.

• Anyways, the list could go on, but those are the main points of divorcing Izuku :')

"Please, just sign the papers..." You said through the phone, your voice tired of pleading to someone who simply refused to hear you. "I will, I will! I'm just a little under the snow with work. Can you reschedule?" Izuku said, apologizing for not being there for you. Excusing himself for failing you, but refusing to let go. "You know how many articles I've seen with my face saying how much of bitch I am for visiting my lawyer's office?"

Izuku's silence was deafening, you could only hear him sigh slightly, perhaps feeling bad for putting you in such a position. "I don't want this divorce."

"But I do, so don't make things more difficult for me, please." He heard you say, biting his lip to hold back the tears. Izuku was glad you couldn't see him, sitting alone in his office with a half-empty bottle of wine you'd gifted him for his birthday. "Do you remember what day is today?" He asked.

"I don't know, Monday? I haven't slept lately." You answered unamused. "It's our anniversary... we married 5 years ago, on this very day." His words came out as a slow slur, his breath hitching as he crumbled through the phone. "I miss you a lot, please-"

"I'll see you on Wednesday, if you're not there I swear to God..."

...

"Mr. Midoriya?" Your lawyer called, her voice bringing your anxious husband back to reality. "Ah, sorry, it's me. Is... is she in there?" He asked, pointing at her office. She just looked at him with little sympathy and nodded. "On time, as always. Maybe you should avoid keeping her waiting, that's the least you could considering how many times we've had these conversations."

"There's no way I can fix this, is there?" Izuku asked as if the lawyer cared. "Wanna do something nice for her? Divorce her."

#my hero academia #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x reader #deku angst #izuku midoriya angst #divorced Au! Yeah I think Im gonna make a whole Au #I need a nap #Feedback is appreciated

[eddiebun]

puppy love • 18+

part one, part two

pairing ; eddie munson x fem!reader

summary ; lovesick y/n has fallen head over heels, complete infatuation with the scraggly-haired metal head who drops her off at school every morning and takes her home after.

genre ; angst, smut in later parts, slowburn?, smitten!reader has heart eyes for heartbreaker!eddie, !! flashbacks/memories in all italics !!

warning ; this content is 18+ only. explicit sexual content (minors away !! grrr) in later parts, family issues, drugs, insecure reader who pines for eddie who gets bitches and sleeps around. dumb, both reader and eddie are dumb but like does he really not know how reader feels? maybe he's being cruel.. yeah he's kinda a dick in this.

wc ; 2.5k

fairy note ; putting all my heart into this, feedback and interactions are greatly appreciated.

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7:15 am,

Friday morning and just like the day before you were once again knocking on Wayne Munson's trailer door, feeling your socks in your mary janes already getting soaked through by the downpour in Hawkin's today- was Eddie really going to make the both of you almost late again today too?

Ever since you had moved into Forest Hills Trailer Park with your Mom, Wayne Munson had been a pleasant neighbor though the only difference now was that your Mom could actually endure Wayne's nephew, Eddie Munson. At first, there were plenty of times she threatened to go scold the curly-haired boy next door for the screeching sounds of his guitar rattling the whole trailer itself, "That rowdy good for nothing boy! Does he have nothing better to do than make everyone else's nights hell." your Mother would complain but to give her the benefit of the doubt it was a bumpy adjustment moving here for your divorced Mother and you who had to choose between leaving Hawkins behind to join your Father in the big City or staying beside your Mother despite losing the nice things you could once afford as a seemingly once happy and put together family.

You stayed, you wouldn't leave your Mother alone, whether she insisted she was fine or not.

"Eddie.." you frowned, realizing you wouldn't even be loud enough to awaken him if he was asleep, luckily you heard some rustling in the trailer before the door finally opened to reveal a bedhead, drowsy Eddie rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"G'morning, did you even brush your hair? Eddie, we gotta go." you glance at the clock behind him before feeling him tug you inside by the arm, stumbling a little but he had you.

"You'll get sick," he spoke up, voice grumbly and laced with sleep, "just gimme a minute."

You didn't get a chance to say otherwise as he was already fumbling toward his bedroom to throw a shirt over his head and change into his usual black distressed denim.

It had been about a year since you had moved into the trailer park, recalling how worried your Mother had seemed with you getting to school and back from with zero transportation in a whole new neighborhood, it was when Wayne and your Mom had been talking out in the yard- initially just about the both of their jobs but eventually, she shared her worries with the man which was when he mentioned Eddie, "Ah, my boy has a van, m'sure she can hop in for school."

And he had been your ride ever since, even more than that, he had become your best friend and sure it took a lot of initial nerves to overcome the stranger stage, you knew he was an outcast at school- everyone made sure everyone knew of that, but you had come to find out that despite his demeanor and differing style and interests from all the other students, Eddie was a pretty timid guy who worried about the small things and everyone else was all just talk, but Eddie, he was genuine.

Your Eddie, he wanted to do better in his classes not just to get the hell out of Hawkin's High finally but to make something of himself, whether those achievements and plans of his included you, you tried not to think about too much. Even just after a couple of weeks of getting to know him with your short car journeys back and forth, you knew he would be able to do that and there was nothing you had grown to want more than to see him happy.

That big smile he wore that took over his whole features and made his eyes crinkle in delight, it's what made any doubt and hurt worth it.

You were wide awake at 6 am, rushing around like you didn’t have a whole hour to get ready. It was your first morning riding to school with Eddie, the first time you’d properly meet him outside of seeing him tucked away at the back of your classes or at his usual table with his dnd friends, you knew their club was called ‘hellfire club’ by the writing on his shirt he’d always wear.

Nervous, but it wasn’t just because it was Eddie, you weren’t the best around new people in general so you had to muster up the courage on top of trying not to have pre-assumed judgement- worrying thoughts wracked your brain, what if he was as weird as the other high schoolers said? Some devil horned freak who was terrorising the neighbour with his obnoxious music and unruly attitude, spreading his sinister agendas across Hawkins.

You were so absent in thought that the sound of your Mom tapping the door made you jump out of your skin, “Meet Eddie outside in 10 minutes okay? Have a good day and take some breakfast with you.”

You breathed, wait what?! 10 minutes. Luckily you had already thrown your clothes on and brushed through your hair, quickly rushing to the bathroom to freshen up your face and brush your teeth.

“m’kay, goodbye Mom.” you called out, stuffing some fruit into your bag, seeing her gather up her own things for work as you stepped into your shoes and she waved you off.

Swinging back and forth from your heels to your toes you waited by Eddie’s car, the sound of the front door opening, watching him step out of the trailer, giving you a somewhat awkward wave.

“Hey, hop in.” he gestured to the car before opening up the drivers door and settling himself behind the wheel, eyes scanning the dash and underside to make sure no remnants of any drugs were showing. Turning to face you he gave a reassuring smile, he could see how tense you were, “I’m not that bad at driving, don’t worry.” he laughed, starting the engine and pulling out from the grass and onto the road.

He wanted to talk but he didn’t know what to say to make you more comfortable, he just aimlessly tapped his fingers on the wheel, humming along to some song stuck in his head. You somewhat appreciated the silence, letting yourself turn your attention to outside of the window, watching the trailer park go out of view and towards the town on the way to school with Eddie Munson.

Eddie hurried out of his room once he had some clothes on his body, though his hair still looked like a mess. Gesturing for you to follow him like he had been the one waiting.

Sat in the passenger seat, you had recalled how nervous you once were around the boy. The difference between then and now, you were almost more than certainly in love with Eddie Munson.

Was it before or after you started going out of your way to bring extra snacks with you to school for Eddie or maybe it was when you started doodling in your notebook with Eddie’s tattoos in mind, as inspiration and he actually adored them, getting a couple permanently inked on his skin the next day.. you weren’t sure about the when or what but that devil-horned boy was shredding your heart to pieces the longer you knew him.

And the worst part? you’d never be able to tell him.

You see, Eddie may not have been popular or admired at school but he told you about his metalhead-loving friends he had known outside of school, apparently, he met them at one of his local shows he was putting on with his band called Corroded Coffin. You knew he was more than admired there and you knew he had pretty friends, they must’ve been just his type, ‘I bet they all hang out together and make out all night long with each other.’ you thought, and yeah, it was stupid, so dumb just speculating but you knew Eddie, he was obliviously flirtatious with anyone who got close to him. You were sure he just thought he was being friendly, didn’t know what he was doing or the effect it would have on someone, someone like you especially.

But those friends he met, they must’ve been much more confident with their advances than you would have been, when Eddie threw a wink your way, called you a pet name or did that thing where he rubbed his thumb at the skin of your waist and squeezed, you would just freeze, brushing it off with nervous laughter.

The music blaring in the van was loud considering it was 7 am but you didn’t complain, too lost in thought until you heard the passenger door swing open, noticing you had arrived at school already.

“After you, m'lady, or are you gonna keep daydreaming in my van all morning like you just took a giant hit? I smoke in here but it's not that bad.” he raised an eyebrow, watching you step out of the van, eyes rolling playfully at his comment calling you out.

“Wait, hey!” you felt the tug on your bag, halting your steps in the direction of your first class to turn back to Eddie, “Hellfire room, 2:00pm sharp okay?” he ducked his head a little, waiting for a nod.

You tilted your head in confusion but nodded, Eddie would spring things on you out of nowhere many a times, and of course, you'd follow him along no matter what, even if it was one of his worst ideas like that time it was his bright spontaneous idea that you both break into an arcade in town at a ridiculous time in the early morning and you almost got caught if it wasn't for Eddie hysterically laughing despite the dangers than you would've been stuck stiff with fear.

That was just the sort of friendship you both had, Eddie would include you in his wild or even the mundane ideas of his, knowing you couldn't say no to his big brown doe eyes and mischievous smile that would tug at the corners of his lips, enticing you to fall further and further into his love spell.

Your classes thankfully went by briskly and before you knew it, that familiar black painted door with his Hellfire logo on it was in front of you, turning the door handle and stepping inside to see Eddie in his normal spot, perched up on that throne he stole from one of the school theatre sets.

"Hold right there heathen, state your name and reason for disturbing the dungeon master." Your eyes rolled in agony.

"Shut up, you're such a dork." You whined, throwing your bag down on the floor and sitting back against one of the other chairs at the table he sat at.

"Oh my, my, my, princess there's no need to be such a grouch." he smirked like he wasn't purposefully trying to make you wince at all his nerdish bantering all the time.

"What is it, Eddie? Are your grades dropping again in Ms. O'Donnell's?" you wonder aloud, bottom lip jutting out. "I don't mind helping you study again but do we have to do it here? it's so dark I have to squint to read anything." you complained.

"No, no actually! I'm doing great and Ms. O'Donnell has been very proud of me recently," There was that smile again, making your heart skip a beat. You wanted to jump across the table and smother him in affection. "I actually thought I'd ask for help about a totally different thing.." he sounded unsure, his hand coming up behind his head to rub the back of his neck.

His gesture and tone suddenly had you a little apprehensive, head flinching as you signalled for him to continue.

"Y'know Lori, Lori Fisher.. think she's in your math class," he pretended to think about it, eyes drifting off to the side before settling back on you, "she came to our show the other night at the diner but didn't even talk to me after." he snickered.

"Okay.." you trail on, unsure of what he was saying or implying. You knew Lori, she sat in the same row as you in your maths class, conventionally very pretty and she was sought-after by a lot of guys. You had to say you were surprised, what would Lori be doing at their show? You never knew she had any interests like that.

Eddie tutted like it was obvious what he was asking of you but he was just trying to avoid how silly he was sounding, "Like, can you talk to her, she must know we're friends so what if she wants to hang but doesn't know how to talk to me here."

You stared blankly at him, expression void of any emotion. Was Eddie asking you to set them up?! "y/n?.." you saw his hand waving in front of your face.

You jolted back, pushing his hand away, "I'm not playing wingman for you." you grumbled, stomach churning even at the idea.

"No! Not wingman.. like, it's not that serious." He scoffed, "Y'know I was just hoping you'd help me out, she could be pretty cool no? You were a lost little sheepy like her once, she might be looking for new friends.. or something." he mumbled the last part after rambling off some excuse to persuade you.

Oh, Eddie Munson was going to drive you crazy. He was going to rip your heart in two and watch you bleed right in front of him!

You hated how he couldn't just be upfront, say that he just wanted to sleep around with her, it wouldn't make you feel any better if he did but acting dismissive and like it wouldn't benefit you was bullshit.

You are a good friend, Eddie would call you an angel because you're so very good to him but wasn't this too much? Sure he'd never been a prude when it comes to talking about girls but he'd never ask for your help in this way before.

"It's not a big deal if you don't wanna I guess," he shrugged, "thought it would be nice for you to make a new friend too since you're stuck to me." Ouch, that one hurt, your lips twisting into a frown.

For someone who just wanted to just get into a girl's panties, he was sure doing a lot to convince you it was for your good and it gave you the ick, were you becoming unbearable? So much so that he conjured up this idea, hitting two birds with one stone, he'd fool around with her and get you off of his back. You'd hope you were just overthinking it like you always did.

It was silent in the room and the way he had turned his eyes to a stray dice on the table, fiddling and acting like a kicked little puppy was pulling at your fragile heart strings.

If you talked to her for him, eased up a little on the hold you had on your friend that never showed any real signs of liking you in any way other than platonic, playful gestures and flirting here and there.. would that make him happy?

"I guess I could say hi to her.."

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[rainbowmilk]

Don’t Forget Me

I’ve never written anything before, but I’m so obsessed with tbosas I couldn’t help myself.

Warnings: Mentions of death

Treech x Reader

“The odds were never in our favour.”

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Your name echoes in the square. Everything goes silent, so dreadfully silent.

Please let this be a dream. Please let this be a dream. Please.

You stand there trying to remember how to breathe, totally stunned. The blood in your body is frozen. The minutes tick by, but you cannot bring yourself to move. You can faintly hear the crowd murmuring, but the ringing in your ears overpowers them. It isn’t until someone nudges you that you are brought back to your body and slowly start to walk through the crowd. It feels like you are walking to your grave.

Once you find your place by the mayor, your eyes begin scanning the boys' section, hoping to find Treech. As if by just looking at him, everything would somehow be okay. When you spot him, he’s already staring at you. His eyes were full of what you can only describe as pure heartbreak.

You’re too distracted to notice when the mayor walks to the second bowl. Until the second familiar name of the day is called, it feels like someone’s punched a hole in your chest as you watch the blood drain from Treech’s face. The shock of the moment barely registers in your mind. How can this be happening? Out of thousands of slips, your names get drawn!

The boys stir and make a path for Treech as he walks robotically towards the stage. His eyes never break contact with yours. As you watch him ascend the stairs, you fear you might start crying, the tears burning the back of your eyes. Before you can stop it, a soft, choked noise escapes you.

The pitying eyes of your district make you want to scream. An hour ago, you still had a future, and now you were a dead girl walking. You feel weightless like the slightest breeze will whisk you away. Part of you wishes it would. Your only anchor is when Treech reaches out and firmly grips your hand, a silent promise to stay by each other's side no matter what.

#feedback is appreciated #treech x reader #tbosas x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #treech #treech tbosas

[vale-writes]

i’m on a roll with these smutty bg3 thoughts, so here’s shadowheart.

tags: gender neutral reader, tiefling!reader, dom!shadowheart, sub!reader, teasing, bondage

shadowheart would be such a fucking tease. through some handsy make out sessions, she’d realize that the base of your horns and tail were sensitive spots that she could abuse to get you weak for her.

she’d mess with you at random times to keep you on your toes, but she’d especially love to trace a finger or two along the base of your tail after an intense battle. just to see you shiver from her touch. another one of her favorite times to tease you would be when everyone was sitting by the fire. she’d slowly reach her hand into your hair, gently running her fingers through it and scratching your scalp, lulling you into a dreamy, relaxed state. then, once you had leaned into her—maybe her shoulder or neck—she’d slide her hand forward and knead the skin at the base of your horns with a mischievous grin on her face.

she’d know exactly where to press and touch to get you bothered. she’d love to see you get all surprised and embarrassed, shooting daggers at her when you inevitably have to excuse yourself from the group. she’d lazily trail along after you, that same shit-eating smirk carved into her face as she called out to you, asking where you were going.

once you were in a more secluded spot, she’d get you down to your knees and tie your hands behind your back. she’d then undress her bottom half and open her legs for you, beckoning you to crawl on your knees and put your mouth to work. the restraints wouldn’t let you touch her or yourself at all. all you could do is please her while she toyed with your horns and ran her fingers along the ridges in your neck. her moans would envelop you (much like her legs around your face) until all you could think of was her pleasure. she wouldn’t even give the lightest brush against your groin until your face was coated in her cum and your throat was hoarse from begging her to touch you already.

she’d never liken herself to a god, no. but with you on your knees, obeying every command she gave, taking her teasing and toying with you like a good pup.. well, she supposed she could consider herself an empress. just in your little pocket of the woods.

#vale writes #feedback is appreciated #bg3 #bg3 smut #shadowheart #shadowheart smut #shadowheart x reader #bg3 imagine

[iforimaginary]

May I entice the masses with the concept of a Will Wood Jukebox Musical?

Around a month ago me and a good friend of mine were listening to Will Wood’s discography and they offhandedly threw “Wouldn’t it be cool if someone made a Mama Mia equivalent with his songs?” into the air.

This thought stuck with me for a while until I found myself incredibly bored during a 3 hour-long road trip and decided to kill some time.

Preface aside, I present…

[ Welcome To Suburbia The Musical ]

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Brochure Designs:

Narrative Summary:

A young couple attempt to escape the hardships of life by moving to a far-off picture-perfect town known by locals as ‘Suburbia’. Despite it’s shining appearance, the couple are troubled by unsettling peculiarities bursting at the suburb’s seams- but what’s a village without a little cooky culture?

Character Breakdown:

• James Campbell - An alcohol-dependent horror writer down on his publishing luck.

• Dai Lu Lee - A doctor specialising in the care of farm animals with an unfortunate talent for disappointing her parents.

• Cassie Logan - James & Dai Lu’s next door neighbour with an unsettling sense of humour.

• Morgan Logan - Cassie’s reserved wife working as a forensic investigator for the local PD with a predisposition to bad first impressions.

• Lin Lee - Dai Lu’s headstrong traditional father.

• Ming Lee - Dai Lu’s passive narcissistic mother.

• Mayor - Confident and charismatic front man of Suburbia with a messy past who’s always ready to offer a helping hand.

• Barkeeper - Eccentric and off-putting owner of a local bar that appears to be a front for a darker business.

• Therapist - Patient woman tending to Dai Lu’s psychiatrical and psychological needs.

• Secretary (Non-singing ensemble role) - Nerdy and shy assistant of The Mayor who is desperately enamoured, head-over-heels for her employer.

Act Synopses:

[Act 1]

James and Dai Lu, freshly engaged and already exhausted from life’s baggage, strike a ‘too-good-to-be-true’ deal on a down payment for a quaint home in the unmarked town of Suburbia. After being warmly welcomed by the ever so charming Mayor and their next door neighbours Cassie and Morgan, the couple begin to unwillingly face some of their fatal flaws as Dai Lu is forced to stare her regretful decision making right in its ugly face.

[Act 2]

James may recognise his now hard-to-hide attachment to alcohol, but he is far from apologetic about it. Frequenting a newly discovered bar on the outskirts of town results in his fiancée finding herself in a rather unusual predicament. Forced to work for a sleazy underground cabaret bar, she preforms a number detailing The Mayor’s dark and unfortunate past. All the while, The Mayor himself is trying to seduce her partner into a life overflowing with sin and dubious spiritual ties. Upon being reunited through the brilliant detective work of Morgan, the couple have yet another handful of complicated feelings to sort through.

[Act 3]

Decades of pious work from The Mayor’s hands finally come to a head as he no longer attempts to hide his servitude to a being he was never quite sure how to please. The town descends into uncertain insanity as every individual is consumed by their corrosive and abandoned insecurities. Dai Lu never quite moves past her disagreements with her parents, James never quite makes peace with being an utterly unremarkable writer and Morgan never quite solves the case that’s been scratching at the back of her mind for years. All those lives are, however, lost in vain as The Mayor misinterprets his Patron’s asks. The town of Suburbia stands desolate, bare, and belonging to a man who’s greatest desire is to be rid of it’s burden.

Songs By Act:

(Act 1)

Suburbia Overture (Mayor, Ensemble)

The Main Character (James)

Marsha… (Lee Family)

Against The Kitchen Floor (James)

Momento Mori… (Morgan)

Well, Better Than… (Dai Lu)

(Act 2)

The First Step (James)

Willard! (Mayor)

Front Street (Barkeeper, Ensemble)

Venetian Blind Man (Dai Lu)

Black Box Warrior (Therapist)

Your Body, My Temple (Mayor, Ensemble)

Sex, Drugs, Rock’n’Roll (James)

Cover This Song (Cassie)

Outliers (Mayor)

Love Me, Normally (James)

(Act 3)

Vampire Culture [S.O. Reprise] (Mayor, Cassie, Morgan, Ensemble)

Lapce’s Angel (Mayor)

Hand Me My Shovel (Cassie, Morgan, Ensemble)

Dr Sunshine (Dai Lu, Ensemble)

Cotard’s Solution (James, Ensemble)

Song With Five Names (Mayor, Ensemble)

2012 (James, Dai Lu, Mayor, Ensemble)

Naturally there is a much larger and in depth plot summary, thought-out blocking for musical numbers and some in progress character designs that I have crammed into my Master Doc for this behemoth of an original work.

Keep in mind this concept is far from finalised, more characters may be added and more songs might be written into the narrative.

I’d be more than happy to go more in detail about it and accept any form of suggestions or feedback if the users of Tumblr happen to find this interesting :)

In the mean time, if you find yourself interested in this work and would like to listen to the songs in chronological order I have compiled a playlist you can find bellow… ↓↓↓

#will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #jukebox musical #original work #original musical #work in progress #shamless promotion #welcome to suburbia #calling all will wood and musical theatre fans #i sincerely hope more people are going to be into this than just me and my bf #feedback is appreciated #Spotify

[koishiro]

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 : this was a quick drabble I left to die in my drafts, I need help deciding whether to finish it or not •=•

☆◦ 。2:25pm┊ 僕のヒーローアカデミア

"She said I was pretty?"

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : when Bakugo finds out you like him, he starts to act differently, suspiciously different…

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Bakugo x fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff

masterlist | bnha masterlist

Bakugo sat in his high school classroom, trying his hardest to focus on the lesson at hand. But it wasn't easy - his eyes kept wanting to close, struggling to stay open after another sleepless night spent tossing and turning in bed. His eyes starting to burn from the sheer force of trying to keep them from closing and head bobbing back and forth as if a brick was tied to his forehead, keeping him from sitting upright in his chair.

Just when he felt himself start to doze off, he felt a familiar vibration in his pocket. Groaning inwardly, Bakugo pulled out his phone to see what was so important that it couldn't wait until after class.

It was a message from Kirishima, one (if not only) of Bakugo's closest friends. He opened the message, expecting to see another meme or inside joke that Kirishima had sent his way, which started to become a daily occurrence.

But upon opening the red-head’s message, his eyebrows knitted in confusion when he found that it was a video instead - and the subject of the video was you.

Bakugo's heart began beating painfully faster as he wondered why Kirishima would send him a video of you, let alone even have a video of you. He didn't understand what was going on, but he wanted to find out.

Quickly, but discreetly, he put his headphones on and pressed play on the video.

—

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

#‧₊˚🖇️ #⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆ 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒂 #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugo fluff #mha fanfiction #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha x reader #draft #rough draft #pls help #feedback is appreciated

[squicksquak]

character.ai bots....

Jason Todd learning your native language (inspired by that episode of brooklyn 99 with Pimento and Rosa) implied fem user just by the fact that his tutor is a woman but the greeting can be edited!

The "Accidentally" calling him your husband tiktok trend with Jason Todd gn user

Girldad Jason Todd doing his daughter's hair gn user

Girldad Jason Todd meeting his daughter's s/o gn user

Jason Todd has a problem with his girlfriend's 3am singing fem user

Lucifer (Obey me!) enjoying a rainy day with you. gn user

(still adding more!)

#feedback is appreciated #if anyone's got requests i can do that too lmao #too lazy to make masterlists foe my other stuff but since I'm starting this just now i thought id just do it #id be embarrassed if i hadnt posted wdw fanfiction on wattpad at one point #anyway #jason todd #jason todd x reader #c.ai #jason todd c.ai bot #obey me #obey me lucifer #om lucifer #om lucifer c.ai #omswd

[sunny-porridge]

A something I drew for the LU discord server prompt (Bird)

Bunny Legend design is from @linkeduniverse

#if it looks like I just learned how to draw #that’s because it’s true #uuh #my art #i guess #feedback is appreciated #but I WILL cry #linked universe #lu legend #lu sheerow #loz fanart #albw sheerow #albw link #alttp link #bunny legend #bunny link

[sockiestupidity]

Reader having a depressive episode and Miguel helps them out of it 👀👀👀👀

Also can I be 🕸️ anon 👁️👄👁️

AH OKAY SO FIRST IF ALL. RLLY SRRY IF THIS IS BAD😭 I LEGIT DIDNT KNOW HOW TO WRITE THIS🧍‍♂️

ALSO MY SECOND REQUEST???😭 FREAKING TF OUT LITERALLY TY 🕸️ ANON

I JUST WANNA STATE THAT I HAVE NEVER HAD A DEPRESSIVE EPISODE EVEN THO IM CONSTANTLY SAD SO A LOT OF THINGS MIGHT BE INACCURATE BUT JUST LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS LIKE WRITTEN RLLY BADLY AND ILL TAKE IT DOWN🥴

Warnings-lowercase intended, bad writing and grammar as usual, depression/depressive episode, ooc miguel?, use of the word mijo, forehead kiss👁️

nonverbal/mute reader again (might decide to make this my thing?? bc nonverbal/mute reader fics do be hard to find)(srry if u wanted reader to talk 😬😬😬)

reader uses hq housing as usual🤩(U CANNOT TELL ME THAT HQ HOUSING DOES NOT EXIST I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT😤)

ALSO MIGUEL AND READER ARE AGAIN IMPLIED TO ALREADY HAVE AN ESTABLISHED PLATONIC/FOUND FAMILY DYNAMIC (sorry for the long intro 🕸️ anon, pls still lob me🥺)(that second part is meant to be funny lol)

it was around 1:00 pm the time you and miguel decided to set up as a designated lunch time as the both of you had not been able to get together because both of your schedules had been busy lately. although you had claimed to have been occupied with missions, he hadn't seen you completing any of those missions. he shrugged it off, thinking that maybe he just was preoccupied with another matter when you had completed your missions. (A/N: miguel i lob u but sometimes ur rlly serving idiot😔)

his oblivious mindset soon turned into worry when it dawned 1:30 and you still had not shown up. "what trouble could that kid possibly have gotten into that made them this late?" he thought to himself. you were usually a punctual person, and often arrived to your lunch meetings with him earlier than he did. as he waited another ten minutes he decided that he needed to take action, it was out of character for you to be this late, especially with your history of punctuality.

miguel headed over to your room at hq housing. in his mind, he thought that it was a possibility that you were just tired and had just layed down for a nap, forgetting about your meet up with him.

as he knocked on your door and patiently waited, he noticed that there was a lack of noise. he knocked on your door, and proceeded to hold his ear up to the door, wanting to confirm the lack of noise. you had naturally always been a quiet person, contrasting with many of the eccentric personalities most spider people had.

miguel felt something odd about the quietness, and decided that he had no choice but to investigate further. surprisingly, the door was locked, despite the fact that you had always locked your door, no matter what. as he entered the room he was met with an unsightly mess.

all of your belongings were strewn across the floor, if he wasnt worried before then he was definitely worried now. your stuffed animals had always been your most prized possessions, he remembered how you always furiously typed about them. hell, he wouldnt be surprised if your stack of communication cards were so thick because you made a special card for each stuffed animal.

as he entered where your bed was located, he noticed an increasing amount of clothing piles, as well as more misplaced stuffed animals, he frowned at this. where could you possibly be? and how could you let your room get this bad? he trudged through the piles of clothes. he looked at your bed, there was nothing there but a lump. he assumed that it was more of your clothes, or maybe your pillows. he was about to back away when he suddenly saw the lump move.

"kid is that you moving right now?" he asked, waiting for a sign of some sort that it was infact you, and not just his imagination. he suddenly heard a tap.

miguel took that as a sign that it was you, "can you please show me that wonderful face of yours?" he asked softly. he wanted to make sure that he wasnt accidentally pressuring you to do anything.

when there was a lack of response he decided to go a slightly different route, "may i flip the sheet over just a bit for you? i want to talk to you face to face." he wasn't really expecting a response, as it seemed like you didn't want to acknowledge him. he was taken aback when you responded with another tap.

he slowly lifted the covers, and was met with your face, but something was off..

you had a dead look in your eyes, they also looked red, as if you had been crying. he gave you a concerned look. if he had known that you were struggling this much he would've visited you sooner.

he ran his fingers through your hair as a form of comfort, attempting to give you some sort of comfort. "im going to try to get you out of this mess, you wont have to worry about being alone anymore, alright?" he watched you as you slowly nodded.

miguel started to get to work on your room. he made sure that all your clean and dirty clothes had been separated accordingly, and had folded all the clean clothes neatly into your drawers, which he had also taken the liberty to organize, he then placed all your stuffed animals in the correct spots that were assigned to each of them, collected your trash, and finally ended with a good scrub. he decided to not only clean your whole bathroom, but also scrubbed down any other hard surfaces that had been covered in grime. (A/n: this might be a bit extreme for just a week but trust me, it doesn't take that long for hard surfaces to get musty)

once every item in your room had been neatly organized and accordingly cleaned he approached you once again. you still had yet to move from your position.

he sat down on your newly cleaned floor, wanting to make sure that he looked less threatening to you, he then spoke up once again, " everything will be fine kid. do you think you could get up?" you slowly nodded.

he helped you slowly stand up and embraced you in a hug. you were caught by surprise, as the only time miguel came in contact with people, it was mostly violent.

after the hug ended he spoke up again, "you're going to take a shower and get dressed, ill wait for you." you slowly nodded once again.

you still felt so much dread, and misery but you wanted to show miguel that you could be strong and that you really did want to get better for him.

you headed to the shower, clothes and towel in hand. you slowly took your clothes off after the water was to your liking and slowly began your shower. you mostly just focused on rinsing your body, the thought of doing your hair seemed as too big of a task for yourself. you finished your shower and dried yourself off, then got dressed.

you then opened the bathroom door, your face meeting miguel's as you gestured to your hair, "you want me to take care of your hair?" you nodded in response to the question.

he knew exactly how to take care of your hair, as he used to take care of gabriellas hair.. he started running the sink, and then grabbed your hair products and a hairbrush. he ran his fingers under the water, "alright, this is going to be weird but i need you to tilt your head, just like you're at the hair salon, it might feel uncomfortable because we don't have a stool but i promise you that you'll feel so much better later." you nodded and placed your head in the sink.

"let me know if it gets too hot." you blinked your eyes in response. he started massaging in your shampoo, after rinsing it out he lightly brushed your hair for a bit, before continuing with conditioner. once he was done with conditioner it was easier for him to brush out your knot's.

once all the knots were properly detangled he turned the sink off and spoke once again, "would you like your hair dried?" you nodded, he grabbed your drier and got to work, making sure every part of your hair dried evenly (if you have curly hair he used the diffuser attachment). after your hair was dried he brushed out your hair once again.

you turned to face him with a soft look in yours eyes. you reminded him of gabby so much that it hurt his heart. he couldn't even imagine his little girl having to go through this by herself. "thank you" you signed.

he felt a pang in his heart, "of course, you know that im always here if you need my help, mijo." he gave you a small forehead kiss.

"we should get some food now, kid." you nodded. he guided you towards the cafeteria that most spider people ate at in the society. you smiled at the miguel themed burger. maybe everything would finally be okay with miguels to support you through your toughest times.

A/N: this might be long and confusing bc im rlly sleep deprived(sorry😔)

ofc theres more to depression but i rlly wanted to at least incorporate some sort of fluff😭

#across the spider verse #atsv #miguel o'hara #spiderverse x reader #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #platonic!reader #platonic relationships #angst #miguel o'hara fanfiction #angst with a happy ending #i think #hope u like it #feedback is appreciated

[pizzaronipasta]

Computer Cursive

Okay so, I've had an idea. Y'know how the reason why the world's writing systems look so different is often because they were developed for writing on different materials? Well, to my knowledge, there hasn't ever been a writing system developed from the ground up for handwriting on a computer using a mouse. Which is a shame, because other writing systems are so ill-suited to mouse handwriting.

The Latin alphabet was originally carved into stone. But then a cursive script came around so it could be written on paper more easily. Who's to say the same can't happen with mouse handwriting?

So I tried my hand at making my own "computer cursive." Since precision with a mouse is much harder than with a pen, chisel, or stylus, I tried removing as much fine detail from the letters as I could while keeping them distinct and recognizable. Specifically, producing strokes of precise shapes is especially hard, so I prioritized making the arrangement of strokes recognizable, no matter how the strokes themselves ended up looking. Also, since long continuous lines are less than conducive to digital error correction (ctrl+z would remove a whole word instead of just a single letter or less), and because the risk of making an error gets quite high after only a short while of continuous marking, the term "computer cursive" ended up being something of a misnomer. It was best to keep letters disconnected from each other, thus not fulfilling the definition of a cursive script. However, "computer cursive" makes for a convenient shorthand that's reflective of the thought process behind its creation, so I'm sticking with it.

Anyway, here's what I came up with:

So first of all, it looks cool as shit if I do say so myself, though that's probably just because of the calligraphy pen brush I used (and I recommend you do the same if you ever try using this). But in seriousness, I'm very happy with how easy it is to recognize most of the letters here, and the rest are easy to get used to.

Some usage notes:

the letter c should start going diagonally down and left, and gradually curve further downwards. it doesn't matter how far it ends up curving, as long as the curve is noticeable

the letter k needs its bottom-right stroke to be curved as seen in the image, or it'll look too much like an h

yes, the letter o is a triangle. deal with it

p and q are distinguished by the lengths of their rightmost strokes: p's is longer (roughly as tall as the other stroke) and q's is shorter

r and v are distinguished in the same way: r's is longer (taller than the other stroke by a noticeable margin) and v's is shorter (more symmetrical). also, r's stem should technically be vertical while v should technically be completely symmetrical, but that isn't a feasible distinction to reliably make in practice, so don't worry about it

the letter s should start going diagonally up and left, and gradually curve down and around to start going diagonally down and right. it doesn't matter how far it ends up curving, as long as it fits this description

the letter u should start going straight down, or down and slightly right, and gradually curve further right. it doesn't matter how far it ends up curving, as long as the curve is noticeable

In general, don't worry too much about it looking tidy—it's specifically meant to be serviceable despite inevitably looking sloppy from time to time.

#feedback is appreciated #computer cursive #linguistics #calligraphy #handwriting #conscript #cursive

[tsumus-babydoll]

FAMILY TRIP - ATSUMU MIYA

wc: 1.3k  l fluff ᓚᘏᗢ l gn!reader

tw: reader and atsumu have a child, lots of fluff

a/n: this is my first ever writing on tumblr. i hope it’s alright, if i missed anything please let me know. i would kindly appreciate any kind of feedback! thank you for reading!

sighing you take your hat off of your face. being on vacation with your husband and your chubby little toddler, of course meant, that your husband decided to visit the beach before it’s time to leave.

atsumu loving the beach was nothing new to you, so you were fine with it. even though you hate getting sand stuck everywhere, let alone the amount of people, and having to bear the sun all day long. for him you’d suck it up though, knowing he loves a good opportunity to play beach volleyball while his family is watching, and getting a tan to drive every single fan – aiming at you though - even crazier, (you could see the edits coming, please, you weren’t complaining though). so here you are; laying on a big blanket with an umbrella protecting you and your little family from the sun.

you looked to your right where you saw the great grand miya atsumu laying on his stomach with his hands tucked under his head fast asleep. cute – you thought to yourself, not that you would ever mention it in front of him. on his back laid your one-and-a-half-year-old son, kaito, sprawled out into a starfish position, resembling just his father.

it was about time to leave, the radiant sun setting in with its yellow pinkish lights, but before you just needed to admire the sight in front of you for a few more minutes. a few minutes more wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?

gazing at the father son duo you couldn’t help but coo at them both drooling, one more than the other. you decided to take a few pictures of them. seeing your son with his baby hat, a piece of fabric over his back and his favorite little giraffe doll held onto with a strong grip in his tiny soft hand, made something inside of your heart bloom, you couldn’t be any happier. while you were in awe of your little troublemaker unknown to you your husband was awake watching as your focus was on them.

the sound of giggles fills the air. looking down you are met with the most beautiful pair of eyes you had ever seen, the kind to make your stomach fill with butterflies. “mornin’ baby,” speaking with his groggy voice, you could see, that he’s looking at you like you are the source of beauty.

“mornin’ tsum’, did ya have a good nap?”. a hum and a slight nod are all you get before you let him rest his head in your hand. while closing his eyes you tell him “we should get going, ya know. It’s gonna get dark and you need to drive carefully, sumu”. he opened his eyes “I know, I know. can’t we just enjoy the last few minutes watching the sunset, angel?” he pouts. knowing you cannot resist atsumu you turn, sitting up so you can look at the ocean reflecting all those pretty colors of the sunset.

you feel big arms engulfing you from behind, he rests his head on yours. looking to your side, you realized your lover boy somehow managed to put your still sleeping kaito into his baby seat.

you let yourself relax in his touch, as strokes your arm. feeling his chest with your back, rising and falling, you sink into the of comfort he is providing. both of you sit there, swaying side to side, enjoying the birds chirping in the silence of your toddler’s nap.

“I love you,” he says it like it’s an obvious statement. not like he’s confessing, but like it’s a fact. turning your head, you kiss his bicep acknowledging the love and care he holds for you “I love you too, sum’”. smiling to himself he takes your hand, kisses it and goes ahead to ask you, “why the hell are ya so gorgeous?”

laughing you spin and cradle his lap. he’s grinning at the sound of it, because for him it’s the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.

you gently hold his face like it’s the most precious thing in your palms and realize how warm his skin feels compared to yours. “what?”, he asks looking like the innocence that’s lacking in his personality (smh). “nothin’.”, you say, though the dorky grin on your face tells otherwise. losing yourself in his chocolate brown eyes you murmur, “so pretty.” he flusters, of course he does. no matter how much of an act atsumu puts on to impress you or how tough he acts around you, you simply know he will always be your dear husband, whose age shrinks to teenage boy atsumu, when you’re flirting with him.

he takes your face into his hands and looks down before looking up again. he slowly approaches your soft velvety lips, and you seal the kiss. it’s messy, but surely full of love. you heavily breath out of your nose, grasping onto him while moving your lips to the rhythm he has set. breaking apart you lean onto each other’s foreheads, trying to steady your breathings.

hearing him let out a breath before smiling he asks “let’s get going shall we, baby?”.

before you know it, kaito is awake. groaning you stand up and take kaito into your arms, “hi baby, did ya’ have a good nap? yeah? are ya’ hungry? c’mon let’s getcha something ta eat, huh?”your husband watches you and laughs wholeheartedly. he would’ve never imagined seeing you this swoon over your little family. he grabs the baby bag with the backpack, to pack the blanket in it, after shaking the sand off.

after finishing doing so, he picks up the baby seat and walks towards you, where he sees the love of his life showing his son the birds. he gives your shoulder a peck, “let’s get into the car, hmm?”. you follow him to the parking lot.

once you arrive at your car, he opens the door for you and kaito. putting your toddler into his seat and handing him his play doll you go to sit into the passenger seat. watching atsumu get in as you are ready to go, he puts on his seatbelt and starts the engine. he takes your hand, kisses the top of it – a habit he has made over the years - and puts it on the gear so he can hold it throughout the entire ride back.

the plan for now is to return to the hotel and get ready to fly home to osaka. the car stops at a red light. you see atsumu admiring you. “I’m so lucky to have you as mine, doll.” laughing you respond, “it wasn’ luck sum. you were making a fool out of yourself. I needed to stop you.”. the top of his ears change into a red color recalling all of his embarrassing moments trying to ask you out. you hear you toddler letting out a giggle. surprised you both look back. kaito’s biting his hand and grinning ear to ear, “pwaah...pahahh” is all you hear before atsumu parks the car and starts celebrating due to the first word his son just gave from him. you’ll do your best to make sure you won’t miss your flight; after the celebration that is of course.

 ⇒ back to m.list !!

© do not steal, repost, or translate anywhere. do not share or recommend my work on other platforms. reblogs are appreciated <33

#atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu fluff #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #haikyuu msby #msby atsumu #haikyuu dads #haikyuu!! #feedback is appreciated #thank you for reading #:))) <3 #have a wonderful day #miya twins #miyans #tsum tsum #sumu #tsumu

[warmbottles]

The day is warm and bright, and sun shines through the big windows of the house. It's late afternoon and a happy little kiddo is on the floor of their playroom, surrounded by toys. Toys of all kinds, from figurines and action figures, to soft rattly ones, and toys that make a lot of noise. However they choose to play, they have such a fun time. Giggling and talking to themselves as their plushies watch in the corner. What a creative and imaginative little one! They are so loved and cared for, and they feel happy and content in this great big room.

#mine #words #sfw age regression #agere #sfw agere blog #agedreaming #i hope this isnt too similar to my other post; i wanted a similar vibe but not the same #i hope this is ok! #feedback is appreciated #and if anyone needs a specific tag please let me know!

[seungly]

Until I Found You | Lee Minho

pairing: Lee Know x f!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint, idol!verse

wc: 2k words

warning/s: mutual pining, the author has no idea how these things work so this is a big hunch pls roll with it.

a/n: I’m craving milk tea so bad. I beg for mercy, pls don’t attack me JANDIUHD I tried my best TT

© seungly 2022

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Love at first sight. 

The feeling of an instant connection one gets after laying their eyes upon someone who just walked through the corridor, how ridiculous.

It had always been absurd to Minho. He always thought it was something only written in fairy tales or a statement made to make someone’s heart flutter, but the moment you entered the room with that bright smile of yours, he felt it. 

Minho was a shy guy, but certainly not this shy. Hyunjin always teased him about it, telling him how cute his little crush was. You’d expect tissues in his mouth, but Minho would only laugh and slap his arm.  It’s been months since you worked in the company yet he still couldn’t talk to you without his ears turning red and the little flutter that he felt. There always seems to be a lump caught in his throat every time he tries to talk to you.

He thanked their comeback for giving him more time to spend with you. From afar of course. Minho’s eyes sparkled with adoration as he stares at you from his seat. You’re always pretty in his eyes but beautiful when you’re laughing. Minho smiled while you laugh with your friends, your eyes disappearing as you laugh too hard, earning a slap on the arm by one of your friends. 

He saw you pout at your friend which made him chuckle, and for a moment your eyes met. You smiled at him. Minho panicked, looking away as his heartbeat raced out of his chest. Was he too loud? 

“You okay, Hyung?” Changbin nudged him. “Your face is red.”

“Look at his ears!!” Han chimed in laughing. Hyunjin quickly took a peek and laughed along with him. 

Minho bit his lip, stealing a glance your way only to see you still looking at him. “Ah, I know what’s got him like this~” Changbin teased. 

“More like who.” Seungmin’s sudden appearance startled everyone, almost making Minho jump out of his chair.

“Where did you come from?!” Han slapped his shoulder, fake sobbing as his other hand clutched his chest. “Don’t creep up on people like that.”

“Right, but it’s okay when Lino Hyung stares at Y/n from afar. Not creepy at all.” Seungmin pouts, leaning his head on Hyunjin’s shoulder to rest.

Minho wanted to disappear right then and there. Taking one more glance at you- it was a mistake. 

You were walking to him.

Minho’s breath hitched, he covered his ears and looked down at his shoes. He could hear his heartbeat become louder with every step you took. 

“Minho?” you tap his shoulder. He cleared his throat, looking up at you hesitantly. 

The members watched in anticipation. Changbin smirked, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the armrest a little too hard to contain his giddiness. You smiled at Minho, tilting your head slightly. You didn’t know what you were doing to him and it shows.

“Yes...?” Minho managed to reply. His voice slightly shook when he saw how pretty you looked with the dim purple light against your features and the soft smile on your face as you stared at him.

“Are you okay? Are they teasing you again?” you chuckled at his face. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

“Mhm yeah, uhm. No no, we’re fine!” he laughed forcefully. “Just playing around.” 

“Hey, aren’t you gonna ask the rest of us??” Han pouted. “Why is it only Minho?” he teased.

“You guys look fine. Minho seemed like he was gonna explode.” you laughed. “Oh right, we’re just waiting for Chan then we can go. Bye, devil bunny.” You pat Minho’s head before sticking your tongue at Han and walking away. 

Minho blushed at the nickname. It was supposed to be a tease, but it felt like the greatest compliment ever when you said it. His heart fluttered, trying not to smile.

“Ask her out later!” Changbin nudged him. “Take her out for ice cream or something.” 

“She probably has plans, you know.” Minho shook his head but the thought of asking you out lingers in his head.

“Only one way to find out...” Changbin smiles. “Y/n!!” 

Minho’s stomach dropped 6ft under, glaring at Changbin as he continuously called you. Maybe one of these days he’ll be successful in making one of their heads explode.

“You guys missed me already?” you rolled your eyes. “Chan’s not yet done.” 

“Minho has something to ask.” Changbin smiled cheekily at you.

“Oh?” you were taken aback. Minho doesn’t usually talk to you, it’s you who talks to him. The thought of him asking you something unexpectedly made your heart flutter. “What is it?” you land your gaze on him, staring ever so softly into his eyes.

“I-Uhm...” Minho swallowed the lump in his throat, glancing at Changbin. Changbin nodded and motioned for him to continue. “I was just wondering if you- do we have coffee, still?”

“What?!” Han screamed, slapping his hands on his mouth quickly.

“Ah...” you laugh. You try to push away the disappointment but what else could you have expected, right?  “Yeah, there’s still some. Want me to get you guys one?” 

“Ah no no, It’s okay. We’ll get it!” Minho smiled at you. “Thanks.” 

“No problem!” you were about to walk away when you remembered something. “Do you guys maybe wanna go out for some milk tea later?” 

Hyunjin laughed, waking the resting Seungmin on his shoulder. 

“Did I say something wrong?” you laugh nervously. “It’s okay if you guys don’t wanna come, but tell me if you change your mind!” you hurriedly walk away, embarrassed. 

Minho felt his heart shatter at the drop of your mood. “Now what was that for?!” he glared at Hyunjin.

“I’m sorry, it’s just- you were supposed to do exactly what she did.” Hyunjin chuckled.

Minho sighed, watching you walk back to your friends. He wanted to apologize but he couldn’t move his body. Maybe he will ask you out one of these days, but for now, he remained admiring you from afar.

-

The next day, today, you had to come early for preparations. You were asked to help with the set due to the lack of employees. Your coworkers greet you as you walk in, a tired smile on their faces. 

“Y/n, you’re helping for the background!” you hear your manager yell from afar. You nod at him and went to get ready. 

You wish you bought coffee but you were in a rush to meet your time and unfortunately, they ran out of coffee earlier this morning. You looked at your partner who was busy fixing a sign on the fake wall. You wonder if they had their coffee.

“Good Morning, Hoon!” you greet the guy brightly, walking closer to help. “I guess we’ll be working together this morning!”

“We work together all the time, Y/n.” he chuckled. “Now your job is to fix the broken light up there.” he takes a look at the sign he fixed before handing you a new bulb.

“Can you help me with the ladder?” you ask him nervously. 

“I would but I have a lot more to do. Don’t worry, it’s sturdy and safe!” he pats your shoulder before walking away.

You frown as he walks away. You can’t do this alone, you could try. Wasting no time, you grab the ladder that was sat across from where you were supposed to be. You cursed Hoon as you climbed up the shaky ladder, a bulb in hand.

“Y/n?” you jump at the sudden voice, clinging to the ladder as you tried to catch your breath. “Are you okay?!” 

You slowly move down the ladder to talk to him. Smiling nervously when you reached the ground. “Ah yes. Oh, this is embarrassing, Minho.” you laugh.

“No! not at all, do you want some help?” he smiles. “Also the power for this thing isn’t switched off. Do you wanna get electrocuted?” 

“Oh fuck. I didn’t even realize!” you laugh. You genuinely wanted to hide, this was over the moon embarrassing. “I-I guess I could really use some help.”

Minho laughed with you before unplugging the prop. “Here, you’ll be safer now.” he held the ladder as much as he could to keep it from shaking. “I’m sorry, I should’ve offered to do it.” he chuckled.

“Oh shush. I’ll get in trouble, this is not your job.” you giggle, twisting the old bulb off. “Why are you here so early though?”

“Chan said you guys ran out of coffee so he practically jumped out of his chair to buy you guys some. I tagged along!” he chuckled.

“There’s coffee?!” you sighed in relief. “Oh thank heavens for you little angels, really.” you laugh as you twist the new bulb in one final time. “Ta-da!”

“Good job. Now get down from there so I can get you coffee.” Minho smiled while you start to climb down. He held his hand out to help you off.

You had no idea where this side of him came from. He wasn’t usually like this. The feel of his soft hands made your skin crawl, you could hold it for hours. “Wait.” you run to plug the prop back in. The light flickered before finally opening for long. You sigh in relief, feeling triumphant in your mission. “So...you said there was coffee?”

Minho smiled, his heart warming at the sight of you. He wondered how you could look so pretty at seven in the morning. He led you to the table where Chan sat as he chatted with the manager. you grab yourself a cup of what seemed to be a latte, bringing it to your lips to take a sip. Minho couldn’t help but stare in awe, mesmerized by your 7 am beauty with your light- almost unfinished -makeup and slightly disheveled hair.  

“So uhm...” you cleared your throat. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong yesterday.” you chuckled, turning your head to him.

Minho almost forgot about it. He thought about going but Felix asked for help in cooking and the moment Felix brought up the puppy eyes, Minho lost all his strength and helped the guy. Dinner didn’t help at all when the guys kept teasing him about asking you out until he snapped and told them he will the next time he saw you. 

Well...

“Minho...?” you tap his shoulder. “I have to go back soon.” you giggle.

“Oh okay.” Minho didn’t mean to but his tone came out uninterested, regret quickly washing over him. “No wait!” you quickly stop on your steps, turning so quickly you almost fell. 

“Mhm?” you chuckled, head spinning. 

“Would you...” this was it. Everything he prepared for the night before comes down to this. “I felt bad for yesterday so maybe I can take you out tonight?”

You shook your head, smiling sadly at him. “No need. It’s okay, I promise.” 

“Fuck no, I didn’t mean it like that.” he laughs nervously, walking a step closer to you. “Let me try again, sorry.” he swallows the lump in his throat.

You stare at him with a wide smile, this man was feared by most people, and here he was in front of you, a blushing mess. You weren’t exactly oblivious, you knew him crushing on you was a possibility but it was fairly very hard to believe. 

“Date. I- would you like to go out on a date?” he smiles at you, his little smile that you found incredibly adorable when he’s nervous or flustered. “with me...” he continued, eyes looking at you expectantly.

“And this is not because you guys seemed like a bunch of jerks yesterday?” you purse your lips.

“Of course not, I’m sorry about that, but I swear I really really like you.” his gaze now focused on his fingers.

“Okay, then tell me why Hyunjin laughed at me.” 

“I was supposed to ask you out but you did it before me.” he blurted out quickly, now looking at you. You scrunch your nose, giggling about it. 

“How cute. Then it would be just right if I go out with you.” you hold out your hand. “Do you still have time before getting ready?” Minho only nodded, slipping his hand in yours. 

“For you? of course.” His stomach fills with butterflies, watching you lead him somewhere along in the big dim-lit room. 

-

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i’d drift away and you’d pull me in, but the waves are deep and i’m wearing thin (deep end, part 2)

A/N: continued content warning for this mini series, suicidal ideation, domestic violence, and excessive consumption of alcohol.

Simon spent the second half of the day looking for Juliana, but couldn’t find her anywhere. By noon the next day, Simon had looked in every possible place he could think of, with not a single sign of her anywhere. 

“Damn it…” Simon mutters. “Where in the fucking hell is she!? If she’s not here, then where in the hell is she?”

Simon was running out of ideas. He’d looked everywhere he could think of on base, and he couldn’t find her anywhere.

Then it hit him. If he couldn’t find her anywhere on base, maybe it was because she was no longer on the base. 

She must have gone home.

“FUCK!” Simon shouted. She had to have gone home. And… hopefully stayed home. At this point Jules had been gone a full 24 hours, which meant that she could be anywhere if she hadn’t stayed home. She lived an hour away from the base. If she had gone home, but then left, she could be anywhere, and Simon would have no idea where to start looking.

Simon took off back to his room to retrieve what he would need before leaving the base to look for Juliana. He was anxious to know what had happened to her in the past 24 hours. It was all his fault. He should have never yelled at her like that, he should have never laid his hands on her. He should have known better.

His heart sunk further into his stomach the more he thought about it. It was his fault she was hurt, it was his fault she had run. And if anything happened to her, it would be Simon’s fault. 

He had to get to her, and soon. Simon drove faster than he should have to get to her apartment, almost cutting the usually hour-long drive in half. 

Finally arriving at her apartment building, Simon parked the car and sprinted up the stairs to the entrance. He rang the door buzzer, hoping that Juliana would answer. Instead he was buzzed in without so much as a question about who it was.

Going through the front door and into the elevator, he tried to calm his nerves while he waited to get to her floor. His heart was pounding as he stepped forward to knock on her apartment door.

“Juliana?” He knocked on the door, waiting. He could hear music pounding through the hallway, and he was starting to wonder if anyone could hear him from inside the apartment. “Juliana? It’s me, Simon. I’d like…to talk to you for a bit…about what happened yesterday.” He said a little louder, hoping someone would hear him.

The volume on the music went down significantly before the lock clicked and the door was slowly pulled open.

“Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riiiiiiilllllllleeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy.” Juliana slurred. “Come to finish the job?”

Is she….is she drunk!?

“Juliana…” Simon was surprised at the state she was in when she opened the door. She was definitely drunk. The way she spoke, her demeanor, all of it pointed to being drunk.

He felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He had caused this. He’d never seen her like this before. He’d seen her tipsy, maybe a little drunk, after a fun night out with the team, but never… wasted. Absolutely, utterly, wasted. 

He reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, and felt his heart sink when she pulled back away from him. 

“...I came to apologize.” He said as he entered and shut the door, his tone of voice serious.

She ignores his statement. “If you’re gonna kill me, keep it clean.” She slurs. “I don’t wanna lose my security deposit.”

“What!?” Simon asked, his eyes widening in shock. “What are you talking about? Jules, I would never hurt you!” He said, his voice cracking. “I swear, I’m here to apologize. I never meant to hurt you.”

“S’not what you said yesterday when ya smacked me.” She slurs. “Ya shoulda been rougher with me. Oh, harder daddy!” She moans sarcastically. 

She looks at the bottle in her hand. “Ya know, my daddy was right, four bottles in, and I agree that the black label is better than the red label.”

Simon felt a pit of guilt open up inside him as he listened to her. She was right, he had hurt her. He shouldn’t have done that. And now, she was determined to hurt him back. 

“Jules…” He said, trying to keep his tone calm and even. “What do I have to do to get you to forgive me?”

She chugged a few more gulps of the whiskey before answering. “Whatever you want, baby, I can take it.”

“I want your forgiveness, what do you want me to do?” He waited for her response, but he wasn’t sure what she’d say to him next. 

Jules holds up a finger and chugs half the bottle. “Ooh, that kinda burns.” She hisses.

“Juliana, be careful with that.” Simon says, a flash of concern burning in his chest. He was still trying to act tough, but what he really wanted to do was just help her. He stood where he was, waiting for her to say something else to him. 

“Are you going to say anything?” He asked, his tone starting to grow firm.

She ignored him and wandered off, reaching for another bottle on the kitchen island.

“Jules, you need to slow down…” He said, concerned.

“Slow down? Baby, I’m on the highway to hell! There ain’t no slowing down here!” She grinned, popping off the cap.

“Juliana, listen. Don’t drink anymore. You’re drinking too much. You need to slow down. Don’t make yourself sick.” He says, his concern beginning to turn into panic.

“Don’t make yourself sick.” Juliana mocks. “What’re ya gonna do, hit me if I don’t stop?”

Simon flinches, feeling another flash of guilt. He couldn’t really blame her for what she was saying. “I never meant to. Jules, please, just listen to me.”

He took a couple of steps forward, just to try to take the bottle from her. 

But when he stepped forward, she stepped back, pushing him back with a hand against his chest. She then proceeded to chug a couple of gulps from the bottle.

She is most definitely drunk. 

“Stop… Please, Juliana. You need to stop drinking, please.” Simon doesn’t know what to do. He’s never seen her like this before.

She gives a slight cough as she lowers the bottle. “You ever got alcohol poisoning before?”

“Alcohol poisoning?” Simon froze. “Juliana… are you–”

Simon didn’t finish the question, but given the state of the apartment, he could assume she’s been drinking for hours.

“Juliana, what are you doing!? You need to stop!” He says, trying to keep the panic out of his voice as his tone escalates. “You’ll drink yourself to death!”

“That’s the plan.” She shrugs as she raises the bottle up again.

“Juliana, please, stop!” Simon shouts as he tries to take the bottle from her. But she refused to let go of it. Simon didn’t want to hurt her, so he was having a hard time getting it away from her.

“Stop! You’re hurting yourself! Why are you doing this to yourself?” He pleaded, tears starting to gather in his eyes.

“BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE DOES IT TO ME.” She screams. “FOR ONCE I WANT TO BE IN CONTROL OF WHO HURTS ME.”

“Juliana!” Simon shouts. “You’re not in control! You can’t make it stop by killing yourself!”

All the hurt he’d caused her came flooding back into his mind. He just wanted her to not be in pain. “I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry!” He cried out. “Please, I’m so goddamn sorry!”

“Then get the fuck out.” She sneers.

“Jules, please, you don’t mean that.” He said, voice pleading. The guilt Simon had been feeling was starting to hurt. He was angry. He had hurt Juliana, and had been one of the things that drove her to do this. “Damn it, Jules. Look at me!” He snapped. “You’re ruining your life by doing this! You have to stop, or at least slow down!”

“THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO BE RUINED.” She screamed back.

“YES THERE IS!” Simon shouted, a lump starting to form in his throat. “You have your life! You have a whole life ahead of you! You can’t give up like this!” Simon was filled with panic now. This couldn’t be happening. He cared about Juliana, he couldn’t lose her. There had to be a way to fix this. He had to fix this. He had to make things right.

“I GAVE UP A LONG TIME AGO. I HELD ON FOR YOU, AND YOU ENDED UP BEING JUST. LIKE. HIM.”

“Then why are you still here!?” Simon shouted, throwing his arms up in the air. “You’re still alive!” He exclaimed, before pointing to himself. “And don’t tell me I’m anything like him.”

“You’re still here, you’re still alive!” He screamed, pointing at her. “And I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. But please! Please! I’m sorry for everything! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I really didn’t!”

“Can you please forgive me?” He asks, his voice cracking.

“TO QUOTE YOU FROM YESTERDAY: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT.” Juliana screamed at him.

“Fine.” Simon stared at her for a moment.

He felt hurt, angry, and upset. But most of all, he felt guilty.

“Fine.” He repeated, before turning and leaving, slamming the apartment door shut behind him.

He hoped she would be alright. He hoped she would stop drinking. He just hoped to God that she would be okay.

But he had a feeling all his hope would be in vain.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated!

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