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fox-guardian · 2 months

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[ID: An eight page digital comic featuring Sam, Celia, and Alice from The Magnus Protocol on a gray background. The characters are all colored with a single color each. Sam is red, Celia is green, and Alice is pink. Sam is a fat Arab man with short curly dark hair, a mustache, and a small goatee, and he is wearing small black earrings, a cardigan, a turtleneck, trousers and loafers. Celia is a taller Korean woman with short dark hair and she is wearing rectangular glasses, piercings including an industrial piercing, an x-shaped earring, and snakebites, a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a vest, trousers, and black wrist cuffs. Alice is an even taller white woman with long fluffy hair and crooked teeth, and she is wearing cat eye glasses, three pairs of earrings, snakebites, a flannel shirt, a hoodie tied around her waist, a patchwork skirt, bracelets, and a lanyard.

Sam and Celia are stood at a table covered in papers. Celia urgently turns to Sam. Celia: Alice is coming! She can't catch us researching, we need a diversion, QUICK! How can we make her think we're not doing what we're doing? Sam, shrugging really hard: UHHHH she thinks I have a crush on you?? Celia, sweating, turns back to where Alice is coming from, panicked, and turns back to Sam, shrugging and reaching for him. Celia smiling a bit manically: Yeah, that'll work, sure!

Sam, with Celia's hands grabbing his cardigan: Wait whaAAAA- He is pulled out of frame. Alice walks in: Hey Sam, working hard or hardly woOOOAA She leans on the doorframe as she holds a hand to her chest in shock.

The next panel is rendered with soft pink shadows and "shoujo sparkles" in the now pink background. Sam is sitting on the table holding onto Celia, whose face is buried in his neck as she wraps one arm around his back and the other holds up one of his legs under his knee. Neither of their faces are visible. The rest of the page fades back to gray from there. Sam and Celia look over at Alice, hair ruffled, Sam is now blushing. Sam: ALICE!! He pushes Celia away and they look at each other for a moment, panicked. Sam: It's- .... exactly what it looks like! Celia: Aw, you've caught us! He rests his hands on her shoulders and they both look in opposite directions as though embarrassed. Celia is also blushing lightly. There are red and green neon signs pointing to them reading "Totally Ham-Slammin'" and "GAY! (in an M/F way)" respectively.

Alice looks to be in shock with a vacant expression and a computer pop up over her forehead reading "Alice.exe has stopped responding". In the next panel she is fine again and back to smirking. Alice: WOW SAM, didn't know you had it in you! Now I'm no snitch, so I didn't see anything, BUT- you lovebirds should cut it out before Gwen catches you. Celia and Sam look at each other anxiously, cheeks pressed together as she speaks. Alice: You KNOW she'd tell Lena. Celia, pulling back and smoothing her hair out: Oh, for sure. Sam: Th-Thanks, Alice. Alice: Don't mention it! I'll give you crazy kids a minute to straighten up, TA-TA~ She waves as she leaves.

Sam and Celia listen to her steps fade before going "phew" and finally pulling away from each other, now holding hands at an arms distance. Celia: You alright? That was kinda sudden.... Sam: It's fine! Just a bit caught off guard. Celia: I can't believe she actually bought all of that! Sam: Me either! Works for me, though.

Celia: Did you want to get down- Sam, pulling away suddenly, blushing again: NO! He crosses his legs and looks away sheepishly, scratching his head. Sam: I wanna stay here another minute or so.... Celia, concerned: You sure you're alright? Sam: Yeah! Just, er.... Celia looks at him, confused. Sam, blushing increasingly harder: Ahem. (He folds his hands in his lap politely.) I am not immune to being thrown on a table. Celia, smiling and politely stepping away: AH! .... Noted~

She walks away casually, still smiling. Celia: I'll give you a minute to collect yourself. Sam, head down in his lap, embarrassed: Thanks.... He looks up after she leaves. Sam: Wait. He straightens up, slightly panicked, face entirely red. Sam: What do you mean by "NOTED"?!

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i am SO glad this episode didn't entirely debunk the silly headcanon that birthed this comic. initially i wasn't convinced sam actually had a crush so i made this like "well if he didn't before, HE DOES NOW" so.... here's this silly comic thing <3 i just think they're neat <3

#fg's art #the magnus protocol #tmagp #samama khalid #celia ripley #alice dyer #do sam and celia have a shipname yet. idk.#also i am REALLY proud of the expressions in this one #also also if you see inconsistencies no you don't <3 #also also also i hope the id is good!! still not used to doing comics and stuff but i hope it works!

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justrustandstardust · 1 month

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i saw an incredible post on tiktok and i wanted to expand on it, because it's genuinely amazing. all the credit to @noesbf on tt for the idea that inspired these thoughts.

geto's character is threaded through with motifs of consumption. he takes things in, whether they be curses or daughters, and is spurred by intense empathy that ends up going in the "wrong" direction once he takes the entire jujutsu world under his wing.

when we're introduced to him in hidden inventory, our first glimpse is of him consuming a curse. he's also alone, in a dark alleyway, a symbolic image that parallels his journey throughout the story. he's a consumptive force, a facet of his being that ultimately leads to his undoing because he consumes the responsibility of "saving" the strong, who are burdened by the weak.

gojo, on the other hand, repels. he's an outward force, extending out a physical barrier that creates distance between his body and the world. where geto invites, gojo rejects. their abilities are constructed as diametrically opposed to one another's.

through the motif of gojo's abilities, this image captures their consume/repel dynamic in a singular shot. after riko's death, gojo leans into red, which repels. he focuses on growing stronger and in doing so, isolates himself from the world (and subsequently, geto). on the other hand, geto leans into blue, which aligns with the consumptive nature of his character. he harbours riko's death inside of himself and it festers, like a curse.

black holes are all-consuming vacuums. they subsume everything around them and create an inescapable vortex— once you're pulled in, you're never getting out. it will literally eat you and in doing so, makes you an everlasting part of it.

white holes, on the other hand, function in opposition to black ones along the same axis. where black holes pull, white holes push. nothing can enter them; they're doomed to a lonely eternity because of the force that holds the universe at a distance. nothing outside of it can affect what goes on within, yet it affects everything around it.

however, white holes can be subsumed by black holes. while nothing can enter them, if a white hole were to cross paths with a black hole, its consumptive force is so powerful that it would eat them too.

after geto and gojo experience a rapture in their relationship, gojo withdraws from the world, holding everyone at a literal and figurative distance. yet, even while he's alone, he's endlessly drawn towards geto. his eyes are bound but his soul isn't— it's tied to the piece of him inside of someone else, and gojo visibly feels the pull.

white/black holes also correspond to the colours associated with gojo and geto's characters (they align with their yin/yang dynamic, where yin (black) symbolizes darkness & the moon and yang (white) symbolizes light & the sun).

yin/yang are more than two halves; they form an indivisible whole. they become one another: light turns to dark, the moon replaces the sun in the sky, life transitions into death only to be born as life again.

if two celestial bodies exert oppositional forces upon each other, they function in equilibrium. geto's consumption was growing alongside gojo's repelling, reaching an event horizon when he took the lives of 112 villagers and forcing the two of them out of equilibrium. he continued to consume (curses, money, vulnerable people through his cult) until he died and took gojo's soul with him.

consumption can only exist if there's a repellant force pushing back. geto and gojo are not opposites, instead, they each contain the other— every yin has yang within it and vice versa.

they are borne of each other, they are unknowable without the other. they are more than matching; together, they are complete.

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solarmorrigan · 4 months

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For the angst prompt if you’re still doing it:

“Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.”

Please

Hello! I'm afraid this one might not have come out quite as seriously as the others (might be channeling all my Serious Angst Energy into my ongoing fic at the moment), but hopefully it's enjoyable, anyway??

[No warnings except maybe some unkind self-directed internal dialogue from Steve]

“Y’know,” Eddie drawls, looking Steve up and down where he’s standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the light of the front hall, “correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t look especially busy.”

Steve, caught out in a lie, clearly having been sitting around at home in his sweats when he’d specifically told Eddie that he couldn’t come over tonight because he was busy, does the only thing he can think of: he keeps lying.

“I am,” he says.

“Uh huh.” The way Eddie draws the hum of his agreement out says that he doesn’t believe Steve in the slightest. “And what, if I may ask, are you busy with, dressed in loungewear and sitting at home?”

Scrambling, Steve reaches for the first excuse that comes to mind, something he’d heard his mother say to someone over the phone years ago, when he was still a kid and she’d still made excuses to get out of social engagements and stay home with him.

“I’m washing my hair.”

Eddie bites down on a laugh so quickly and so visibly, Steve is surprised his teeth don’t go right through his lip.

“Are you?” Eddie asks, voice gone high and tight with mirth.

“Yep,” Steve answers.

“Well, damn, I don’t know why you didn’t invite me along to help,” Eddie says, grinning at Steve. “I feel like I’ve proven my skill in that arena before.”

Steve stares at Eddie, mouth working, feeling slow and useless and out of ideas. “Uh…”

With a sigh, Eddie lets his smile drop. “Look, can I come inside?”

The jig is up, so Steve just nods and steps aside to let Eddie in.

“What are you even doing here?” Steve asks as he leads the way back to the living room, where he’d been sitting on the couch and moping.

“Steve, I knew you weren’t busy tonight. You’re kind of a terrible liar,” Eddie says.

And that isn’t strictly true; Steve is a great liar – as long as he doesn’t feel guilty about it. He’s never been good at lying to people he loves.

They sit down; Steve shoves the magazines he’d been pretending he would actually be able to focus on out of the way (more proof of his pathetic attempt at a lie), and Eddie—ever blunt, ever direct—jumps right in.

“So I kind of feel like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

Steve winces. “Not avoiding you, I’ve just been… limiting my time with you.”

Eddie looks stricken, and Steve would like to die, actually. Why did he phrase it that way?

“Did… I do something, or say something, or, like–”

“No!” Steve rushes to reassure him. “No, no, not at all, it’s nothing you did, you’re amazing, it’s not you, it’s…”

Eddie cocks an eyebrow at him. “It’s not me, it’s you?”

“I mean…” Steve sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Kind of, yeah.”

For a long moment, Eddie sits, brows furrowed, staring at Steve. Steve fights the urge to squirm under the intensity of his gaze.

“I’m trying super hard to figure out what’s going on right now, but I’m kind of coming up blank,” Eddie finally admits. “Are we… Are we breaking up?”

“No!” Steve blurts again, reaching this time for Eddie’s hands, as if he can keep Eddie from realizing what a goddamn idiot he is and leaving if he just holds on tightly enough. “Shit, no, that’s – I’m completely fucking this up, that’s the opposite of what I want to happen, that’s why I’ve been limiting my time with you.”

Though Eddie’s hands have turned in Steve’s grip, automatically holding onto him, he stares at Steve as though he’s lost his mind, which is fair. “Okay,” Eddie says slowly, “I admit you have a little more experience with relationships than I do, but isn’t the point to spend as much time as possible with the person you’re dating? Because you like them?”

“It’s… Usually, I guess, yeah.” Steve shrugs, suddenly wishing maybe that he hadn’t taken Eddie’s hands, because now he can’t get away, can’t duck out from under those dark, searching eyes. He settles for staring down at their joined hands as he speaks. “It’s just – I can be… kind of a lot? I like someone and I just kind of slam my foot on the gas and don’t look back and that’s too much, I know, so I’ve been trying not to, like, overwhelm you, because I really, really don’t want you to get sick of me, and–”

“Who the hell told you that?” Eddie cuts in sharply.

Steve’s eyes snap back up, finding Eddie looking so thoroughly offended that he’s not sure what to make of it. “Told me what?”

“That you’re too much,” Eddie presses, his hands going tighter around Steve’s.

“Uh,” Steve says, uncertain of what kind of answer Eddie’s looking for. The fact that Steve goes all-in too quickly is just common knowledge; the fact that it overwhelms and annoys people is kind of a general consensus.

Eddie shakes his head. “Never mind, it doesn’t even matter. Don’t listen to them. Don’t you ever listen to them,” he says, low and intense. “You’re not going to overwhelm me, Steve. I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you, but the only way I’m gonna know for sure is if I get to have you around as often as possible for as long as you can stand me.”

The words, for a moment, don’t make any sense. No one has ever wanted Steve around that much; no one’s ever met him where he is in terms of hunger for companionship.

“You… want me around that often?” he asks, eyes flicking from Eddie’s face to their hands and back again.

“I want you around all the goddamn time. I want you when I wake up and when I go to sleep and when I’m having breakfast and when I’m doing shit around the house and when I’m playing a show and when I’m watching TV,” Eddie rattles off. “I’m not even exaggerating, it’s honestly kind of a problem.”

“A problem?” Steve asks, brows coming together in concern.

“It’s a problem because you’ve been limiting your time, thinking that I’m going to get tired of you.” Eddie disentangles their hands and reaches up to cup Steve’s jaw, palms soft and a little sweaty from their combined grip, but gentle—almost reverent—against his skin. “Sweetheart, I am never going to get tired of you.”

From anyone else, that would be hard to believe, but the way Eddie looks at him, dead-on and so fucking sincere, Steve can’t help but take the promise in with a hopeful flutter in his chest. He leans forward, pressing his mouth to Eddie’s, keeping the kiss chaste and slow before he pulls back to murmur, “Promise?”

“Promise,” Eddie answers immediately. “I promise, I promise, I promise.”

He tugs Steve forward after that, pushing and pulling him until he’s managed to lay out across the length of the couch and has situated Steve over him, lying on his chest like a weighted blanket. He sighs and wraps his arms around Steve, like he still wants to pull him closer.

“Perfect,” he says.

“Yeah?” Steve asks, balancing his chin Eddie’s sternum so he can smile up at him.

“Mhm,” Eddie hums. “Now I just have to figure out how to keep you this close all the time.”

“Might be kinda tough,” Steve says, fighting to keep his smile from growing to ridiculous proportions.

“Eh.” Eddie shrugs, ducking down to press a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “I’m willing to take the time to figure it out.”

And somehow, Steve thinks that might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to him.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddiesteve #eddie is perfectly content to be smothered actually please and thank you #solar wrote #answers from solar #anonymous

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lustfulslxt · 5 months

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Only anon bc imma pussy…but like what if matt and them have been friends for a while and she find him like jerking off to pictures and shit. Or like pics that he took of her like bent over while she wasn’t looking🤭

Caught - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : slight masturbation, sex

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Matt’s POV

It’s currently Friday night and we have the weekend off, so Y/N is spending the night with us. We usually just hang out, eat, play games, watch movies.

Y/N’s been our friend for a good few years, and we’re together a lot. If I’m being honest, she kind of drives me crazy. She’s so perfect and the simplest things she does, quite literally, make me hard.

“Can I pick the movie?” Chris asks, jumping over the couch, landing right next to me.

I shrug, “I don’t really care.”

Nick and Y/N both round the corner, and my eyes are immediately drawn to her. She’s wearing a little baby tee and some booty shorts. It’s not weird for her to be like that, we’ve all been best friends forever now. I’ve just been having new urges for a couple of months.

The two sit on the couch opposite of me and Chris. It’s hard to pull my eyes away from her, but I have to when Chris holds his hand out to me.

“What?” I ask him, raising my eyebrows.

“The remote. Do you not listen?” He retorts.

I only roll my eyes and hand him the remote from beside me. Before my gaze can return to Y/N, I quickly force myself to stare at the blank TV. I don’t know what it is, she’s just got me in some trance lately. Taking a deep breath to push my thoughts away, I roll my neck and shuffle in my seat.

“You good, Matty?” I hear her ask me, causing my head to snap in her direction.

“W-what? Why? I’m fine.” I ramble, before closing my eyes in frustration.

“You seem tense, kid.” Nick calls out.

I just ignore him, a small groan leaving my mouth. Why am I like this? What is this sick shit? I can’t get the thought of bending her over, while she takes all of me, out of my head.

With another heavy breath, I remove my hoodie as I’m beginning to get hot, and place it next to me. I can’t help but adjust myself in my seat again, feeling hot and bothered.

Of course, seeing as I have the worst self control, my eyes slowly trail back over to Y/N. She sat against the arm of the couch, one of her legs perched up, her foot flat with her knee against her chest, her other leg lying beneath that one. The position she’s in shows off her juicy thighs and encircles her core that’s covered by the thin fabric of her shorts. I can feel myself growing harder, wanting nothing more than to drag her back to my room and rail her senseless. Quickly, I grab my hoodie and place it on my lap to cover my now obvious erection.

“Dude!” Chris whisper shouts at me, “What the fuck is going on with you?”

My head shoots over to him in a panic, eyes frantic, wondering if he knows what’s going through my head right now. I can’t even form words, my breath stuck in my throat, so I just shrug and wave him off. My attention is pulled from him when I see Y/N stand up and head into the kitchen. Without thinking at all, I’m on my feet and following her.

When I round the corner, my footsteps come to a halt. There she was, bent over in the fridge. I suck in a breath, gasping at the sight in front of me. Her shorts were riding up her ass, her cheeks being completely visible, her shorts pressed tightly against her pussy. I felt like I wasn’t in control of myself as I pulled my phone out, bringing up my camera and snapping a picture of her. Just as I bring my phone back down, she turns around and locks eyes with me, my face immediately flushing.

“Hey.” She speaks, her voice soft. “Are you okay?”

I nod, gulping, “Can you toss me a water?”

She does so, a smile gracing her face in the process. I give her a small thanks and head back to my room, rather than the living room with the rest of them. I needed space to think without having her consume everything around me.

Once I shut myself in my room, I spread out on my bed, closing my eyes and sighing, completely overwhelmed with my feelings.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been an hour or so since the movie ended, everyone else was in their rooms, presumably going to sleep. I’ve just been scrolling through my phone, not really paying attention to anything on my screen as my mind was occupied elsewhere.

I can’t stop thinking about Matt; he seemed off tonight. I want to make sure he is okay, but so far, he’s only been lying and saying he’s fine. I know him better than that, I know he’s bothered by something, I just don’t know what.

Part of me wants to get up and go to his room, forcing him to talk to me. Another part is telling me to wait until he’s ready. Surely, it’s not too serious. As if the universe is telling me to go to his room, the ‘low battery’ notification pops up on my screen. My charger is in his room.

With a small huff, I remove my blanket from me and stand up from the couch, immediately heading towards his room. I figured he was probably sleeping like Nick and Chris, so I just quietly walk in. However, I couldn’t have been more wrong as he was definitely not sleeping.

His back was turned towards me, but I could see his right arm moving up and down as his head was slightly tilted back. It didn’t take a genius to realize what he was doing, so I just step backwards in an attempt to leave. As I’m about to turn out the door, his bright phone screen catches my eye. You would think he’s watching porn or something, but he’s staring at a picture. More so a picture of me. A picture of me from not even two hours ago.

“Matt!” I whisper shout, bewildered at the fact that he was jerking off to a picture that he sneakily took of me.

He jumps, flinching in embarrassment as he locked his phone and covered himself up. It took him a minute before he finally turned around to come face to face with me, his cheeks bright red.

“What are you doing in here?” He asks, his voice frantic as his eyes dart all around.

“I came to get my charger. What are you doing in here?” I reply, emphasizing my question. When he doesn’t answer, I continue, “I saw you, Matt.”

His mouth begins to open and shut, unsure of what to say. He closes his eyes and inhales, “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You took a picture of me.” I state, as if it wasn’t blatantly obvious by now.

He nods, licking his lips nervously. I could see that he was anxiously anticipating my reaction, but I didn’t even know what to do. What do you do when you’re turned on by your best friend touching himself to a picture he took of you?

I walk over to the bed and sit next to him, “Is this the first time you’ve done this?”

He avoids eye contact with me and shakes his head from left to right, indicating he’s done it before. He opens his phone up, and immediately scrolls to the next picture and, once again, it’s of me. I was wearing a bralette and a mini skirt that barely covered my ass. One of my legs was perched up on the table as I leaned forward to put on my shoe. My asscheeks were out and you could clearly see my lace underwear beneath the skirt.

“Damn, I look good.” I smirk, pleased with the photo.

“Yeah, you do.” He chuckles, immediately stopping and looking back at my face, trying to read my emotions.

“So, you’re fantasizing about me?” I question.

He bashfully nods, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Why didn’t you just come to me?”

He shrugs, “And say what? Hey Y/N, so like, I kind of want to fuck the shit out of you.”

I blush, as if it isn’t obvious by the fact that he was jerking off to me, and mimic his shrug. “What if I wanted you to fuck the shit out of me?”

His eyes widen, thrown back by my statement. After taking a moment to recover, he scoots closer to me and softly grabs my face with one of his hands, bringing me closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, looking into my eyes for confirmation.

Instead of responding with words, I close the gap between us and press my lips onto him. The kiss is short and sweet, more so testing the waters. It only takes a second before we meet again, our lips lapping one another’s perfectly. He placed his free hand on my back, pulling me impossibly closer as my hands make their way to his hair. A soft groan erupts from his throat as I give his hair a nice tug, the sound of his sultry voice going straight to my core.

Gaining a new found confidence, Matt swiftly pulls me onto his lip and shoves his tongue in my mouth. He’s licking and sucking everything, swapping saliva. I can feel his dick bulging between my legs, fully rock hard. His hands meet my hips, grinding me against him, eliciting a moan from my lips.

“I want you so bad.” He groans into my ear as his lips work on my neck.

“Then take me.” I say, allowing him more access with a tilt of my head.

Like a flip switched, Matt quickly removes my shirt, leaving me topless in his lap. He groans at the sight of my bare chest, his hands bringing both of my boobs into his palms, squeezing them tenderly. He pinches both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, kneading them. Soft whimpers left my lips as he did so, his wet mouth also leaving kisses all over my neck.

My hands grab the hem of his shirt and I pull it over his head, connecting our lips once more after. His arm wraps around my back and he turns, laying me flat on his bed, taking position knelt above me, his mouth never leaving mine. His fingers hook in the waistband of my shorts, lingering as if waiting for approval, so I pull away and give him a nod when we make eye contact.

Within seconds, the rest of my clothes are on the floor and I lay bare in front of him. He’s on his knees, in between my legs, and his eyes are boring into me, his pupils blown out with lust. I can see his dick protruding from his boxers, begging to be released from its restrictions, eager for any kind of stimulation. He swiftly removes the piece of clothing, before laying down right beside me.

He pulls me into him, one of his hands on my face, the other on my bare ass. He slams his lips into mine, his tongue instantly swiping against my bottom lip, asking for entrance, to which I gave him. Our tongues battled for dominance, Matt shoving his in my mouth, exploring as much as he can while our teeth clash together. With every touch, I feel my arousal pooling between my legs, drenching my folds. Matt squeezes my ass, kneading it before his fingers trail closer to my opening. He reaches down to my pussy and swipes his fingers between my folds, emitting a moan from me.

“Mmm. You’re so wet for me.” He groans into my lips.

Without another word, he slides two fingers through my slit, immediately entering my hole. He swallows every moan that comes from my mouth as he kisses me, hard. His fingers continue pumping in and out, getting me ready to take him. My hand envelops his throbbing dick, squeezing as I pumped my hand, causing him to shudder and buck his hips.

“I want to be inside of you.” He groans, still bucking his hips.

“Please. I need you so bad, daddy.” I moan out as his fingers thrust back into me.

He swiftly removes his hand, shoving his fingers in my mouth as he rolls me over so that my back is against his chest. I suck on his fingers, cleansing them of my juices. He takes his hand from my mouth and wraps it around my throat at the same time he sinks himself into me. I can’t help them lewd moans that erupt from me. His hand moves from my throat to my hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling my head back, making me arch my back. His opposite hand grabs my leg and lifts it up to the side, giving himself better access as his thrusts pick up.

“Oh fuck.” I moan, my face scrunching up in pleasure.

He picks up the pace, railing in and out of me. He leans forward, his mouth meeting the side of my neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin. I can hear his low moans right in my ear and it was turning me on so much more.

“Shit. Feels s-so good, Matt.” I gasp, reveling in the way he’s making me feel.

His thrusts turn more aggressive, my legs now shaking and my breath catching in my throat. His grip on my hair tightens, pulling my head back even more. His eyes meet mine and he’s got a devilish smirk on his face.

“Nah, baby. What’s my name?”

With the way he’s pounding into me, I can’t even think straight. His hand reaches under my leg, using his forearm to keep it up, his fingers meeting my clit, and rubbing in fast, tight circles.

“What’s my name?” He repeats, his tone more demanding and aggressive.

“Daddy! Fu - fuck, daddy! Nghh.” I whine out, my body convulsing.

“Such a good girl. Cum for daddy, so I can fill you up.” He groans, keeping the exact same rhythm with his hand and hips.

My mind is hazy and I can’t hear anything but the sound of my rapid heartbeat as I let go. I shake and tremble, unable to keep my composure as pornographic moans leave my mouth. A moment later, I feel his hot cum shoot into me, loud moans escaping from him. He continues fucking into me, letting us ride out our highs.

He pulls out and drops my legs, immediately rubbing my hip and thigh, as if sensing the incoming charlie horse. After a minute, he flips me over to face him, staring into my eyes. He doesn’t say anything, just gazing at me, intensely. Suddenly a grin pulls to his lips and they’re meeting mine in a sweet and tender kiss.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?” He asks, brushing the sweaty hair out of my face. “Then, maybe spend the night in here with me?”

“Sounds good.” I grin back, pulling him in for another kiss.

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a/n : mixed feelings ab this, sorry if it’s not what you had in mind! hope you enjoy:) send in reqs 🫶🏼

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justawriterofthings · 1 month

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Paying Pet a Visit

TW: 18+ pure smut. some degradation at the end. the king of overstimulation.

word count: 2,240

Author's note: I don't think i'll ever know when to stop. sorry it didnt turn out to be just a one shot.

*this is a second part to Mater's Little Pet but can be read alone.

Sukuna kept you in his domain for much of your time and it was just as much your choice as it was his. Though he’d like to think it was only because he “commanded it.” You weren’t mad at this either, he kept you quite entertained. Since your creation he spoiled the shit out of you, he wanted to make sure you never had a dull moment. The man was glued to your side when he wasn’t off doing whatever the hell it was he did as King of Curses. You never questioned; it didn’t matter to you. However, you did question occasionally if he had made you that way or you somehow developed your own thought process. These thoughts only ever lasted for a moment though, you were too content to think about the why. You thought best to live in the moment.

“How’s my pet?” Sukuna strolled through the doors, commanding the attention of the room right away was his style. He never had to make much effort in it. He exuded power, so one couldn’t help but look.

“Master!” You jumped from you spot at your little desk, meeting to greet him. He showed you a new book before casting it aside. He clearly had other plans today. “How were your travels? Thank you for the gift. Master, I was practicing what you taught me yesterday-“ You paused, unsure of how to actually explain any more. “Just look!” You held out your small slender fingers, red energy slowly started to flow from the tips down to your wrists then up to your elbows. Focusing on the doorknob behind him, just barely visible behind his broad frame. You flicked your wrist out in its direction, then melted it clean off the door, the wooden frame getting charcoaled in the process.

“Look at that.” He praised, with a smirk not paying any thought to anything you’d said up until then. Giving you a slow clap as he sauntered over to you. The man was practically undressing you with his eyes. He definitely had something on his mind, and it was making your core flutter in anticipation.

“I’ve also been reading more; I think that’s what I really needed to get these damn words out instead of them all just jumbled all up in my brain. It feels good to finally have a conversation with you, master.” You sighed, falling back onto the small sectional sofa you asked to be put in the room you shared with him.

The long red silk robe you wore fell open and exposed your breasts slightly. Sukuna went rabid. He was straddling you, either knee pinning you in place. His hands ripping open your robe completely. The sound of a small tear of the ties caused you to frown lightly.

“I’ll get you another.” He waved it off, it was a casualty of living with him. You couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t literally ripping your clothes off of you. Your tits free, he was on them instantly. His hands kneading your tender mounds, he leaned his head down and started to bite and lick one, and then the other. Making sure to pay equal attention to both. When his bites started to get rougher you gently guided his head up so that you were facing one another. Your warm hands cupped either side of his face as your thumbs outlined his markings. “At this point you owe me a few.” You chuckled, leaning in and kissing him gently. The energy you emitted, the completely opposite of his, you didn’t need to be so harsh and needy with your advances, after all he wasn’t going anywhere.

Your gentle pace was rejected though as he pressed his lips to yours, teeth crashing as his tore his own clothes away. “Always so rough, master.” You giggled when you could get a breath in. Your hands flew right down to his throbbing cock the moment it was free and he couldn’t make you speed up your pace even if he tried. You were very much into taking your time after he so eagerly showed you he felt the opposite. He knew this about you, it drove him mad. When Sukuna fucked you it was always deprived and rough. A few times you attempted to get him to slow his pace, just to see if he would enjoy, it but he never slowed long enough for it to even count as trying. When he wanted something, he took it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, watching you closely with a hunger that made you shudder in anticipation. “Showing you how much you mean to me, master.” You cooed, sliding down off the sofa and on to your knees, motioning for him to sit in front of you. “Don’t you dare try to speed up either. Just let me do my thing, okay?” You asked, with all the seriousness you could muster, and knowing full well he wasn’t going to listen. But he simply nodded in response, his hand gesturing to his impressive member, twitching and waiting for you.

“Get to it.” He commanded, propping his chin up with his hand waiting patiently.

Maybe he will listen to me this time. You thought as you pushed your hair back, not wanting it to get in the way. Sukuna’s had was fisting it up in a mess on your head before you could try to actually pull it back. His fingers digging in a little to make you wince. His sadistic smile plastered on his face told you he was indeed not going to listen to you again.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you did as you were told and stuck out your tongue to lick from his base to his tip, ever so slowly. Once your lips were near his tip, you swirled your tongue around a bit before suckling just the tip again. His hips jerked up to try to get you to fully take him but you pressed your hands down on his hips, stopping him. He let out a frustrated growl at your action, but didn’t try again. He let you continue with a moan of defeat.

You gave him a light pat on the thigh to show your gratitude for not trying again and sucked him down to the base as a reward. You felt him forcefully suck in a breath as you did so. Letting out an exasperated “fuuuuck” on his exhale. His little noises and grunted curses drove you wild. You in turn let out a whimper of your own at the sound of his pleasure. Just hearing him make those noises because of you could make you come undone almost instantly.

The hand fisting your hair tightened as he pushed your head down, guiding you at his own paces with a maniacal chuckle. As you suspected, it didn’t last long. You eagerly took all of his cock with every thrust . Gurgles and moans of ecstasy muffled through your drool and precum dripping lips.

He didn’t let you continue however, before he was pulling you up and bending you over the back of the sofa, your most intimate parts exposed. His fingers not taking any time before they were inside you. Curling to hit your spot every time, he knew exactly where it was and he loved overstimulating you that way. It didn’t take you long before you were on the edge, he was so in tune with you, the slightest clench made him pull back.

“Not yet.” He snarled, giving you only a second to register his comment, then his fingers were three knuckles deep again. “If you fucking cum, you’re going to regret it.” His voice was dripping with venomous arousal. Adding another digit, he did not relent until you were trembling again. Right on that edge he pulled his fingers out of your wet cunt with a slick pop. You whined at the loss, wiggling your ass in hopes that’d be enough of a bribe to give you what you wanted. He simply slapped it in response. The loud smack definitely left a mark. You let out a yip at the unexpected contact.

“Not going to work.” He tsked. You thought for a moment that he probably knew your plans before you even did.

Before you could make any sort of comment, his fingers were back inside you, but now you felt the hot tickle of his breath. “Pulling out all the tricks, my king?” You purred at the thought of him greedily eating you out. You clenched tightly around his fingers again at the thought. This time though, he didn’t pull them free but continued to increase his pace and pressure. “Ah ah, don’t you dare fucking cum.” His words vibrated against your throbbing pussy. The arousal in his voice sending you over the edge, screaming as hot liquid flowed into his waiting mouth, his fingers still working your desperately sensitive bundle of nerves. “What did I just say?” He asked between licks, cleaning up every last drop of the mess you just made.

You had no words, only incoherent babbles as your face heated in embarrassment and pure bliss.

When he finally pried his face off of you, his fingers went back to work. His other hand firmly gripping your hip. “For not listening.” He growled, his pace just as fast. He wasn’t giving you any time to rest and this had you melting into oblivion.

It didn’t take long to be right on the edge again. This time he did pull his fingers away but it was only for a second and then he was balls deep with a grunt. You let out a surprised and very lewd sounding “fuuck” through a wince, having no time to adjust to his girth.

Three hard thrusts was all it took before you were seeing stars and coming undone beneath him again. “Pet, what did I tell you.” He started up his pace, not giving you any moment of rest as you came around his cock. Trembling and mumbling on incoherent curses as he continued his onslaught on your slick hole. Weightless in his arms he was able to flip you on to your back on the couch, his hands pinning you down at the hips as he continued his onslaught on your pussy. “I wanted to see your pretty eyes roll back into your pretty skull.” His voice being what sent you over this time; cumming again, this time almost pushing his cock out from the force of your release. His fingers ground into your hips as he continued, not letting up on his pace. “You think you can try to push me away?” His fingers were gripping so deep his nails were drawing blood. “I’m not fucking done.”

You tried shaking your head no to answer him, the only sounds escaping you now were moans and screams of pure bliss. “Yes, fucking scream for me. Louder now, little slut.”

Your eyes flew open, that was new. You liked that. Your grinned like a god damn fool at the new, albeit degrading nickname.

“You like that? You are a slut, only suits you’d like being called one.” His merciless pounding of your overstimulated cunt paired with the new dirty talk was really doing its number on you. Exhaustion creeping in over the pleasure. “Ah, not until I’m finished. Then you can sleep all you want.” He slowed then, that got you focused on him now, pushing back any hint of exhaustion you felt.

“That got you.” He laughed, his thrusts now deliberate and hard. Balls deep every time, hitting your g spot. They weren’t fast but they weren’t painfully slow either. He was truly going the pace you strived for. One your love struck brain compared to “making love” and not just the ruthless fucking he was so in to.

Your cunt so tight around him, he was being just as loud, if not louder than you now. “Milk my fucking cock.” He grunted, continuing the pace that had you trembling beneath him, “that’s it. Fucking cum for me again.”

You did, screaming his name as you gripped him arms and rode out your release on his cock. This action sent him over the edge. The act of you using his cock, grinding on him that way had him cumming inside you. Gasping as you felt his hot thick load coat your walls. The pair of you moaning as your releases synchronized.

He stayed inside you. “Not wasting a drop.” He murmured in your ear nibbling your ear lobe and down your neck. He thrusted lazily a few times before pulling out completely. You sighed at the loss. Though now exhaustion hitting you like a freight train you were ready to pass out right there. Sukuna saw your eyes drifting and decided to pick you up and place you in bed. To do this though, he threw you over his shoulder then threw you back first on to the mattress. With a nod that he had done his job sufficiently, he left you to rest. You heard the door lock behind you as he left. He fixed the doorknob just to lock it. You snickered and shook your head at the albeit controlling action. You knew it was so no one could get in, rather than you not getting out. The thought of the sentiment plastered a grin on your face as you drifted in to a well-deserved nap. Post release bliss and fatigue knocking you out like a light.

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Scarred Love - Chapter One: You Look So Perfect Standing There

A/n: part one of a series that has an undecided amount of chapters

word count: 700

cw: Ghoap x reader, soulmates, lots of talk about scars, reader(21) is 10 years younger than Simon(31) and six years younger than Soap(27)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7~ Masterlist

You had never liked the idea that the world had already predetermined who you were eternally connected with. You especially didn’t like the fact that whenever your soulmate got hurt, you got hurt too. They got hurt to the point it’d leave a scar? That scar stays on your body just as it would on theirs. By the time you were ten, there were already little scars decorating your arms and legs. You thought maybe your soulmate was just very clumsy or needed surgery.

At fifteen it seemed like the amount of scars had doubled, and gotten more spread out. There were now a number of scars on your neck, chest, back, stomach, arms, legs, and even a few on your face. You were in high school. Kids aren’t the nicest, at some point your scars had become a sense of shame for you. You hated your soulmate for giving you the scars.

After becoming homeschooled and going to therapy, you started worrying less about your beauty and more about what kind of job your soulmate could have for them to get this many scars. You hoped that they weren’t in the mafia or a gang. If they were, you’d want nothing to do with them. You want nothing to do with that kind of life.

At twenty you stopped caring. You figured that if you were supposed to find your soulmate, you would’ve by now. There are so many scars on your body that if you saw someone with a few of the many scars you’re oh-so-familiar with, you’d know that it was them instantly.

At twenty-one, the idea of finding your soulmate is a distant thought, in your mind as of right now. Currently, you’re in Europe as part of an international girls' trip with your friends. You’re at the bar, ordering a strawberry-lemonade mimosa, waiting for your friends to return from the bathroom and order their drinks. As you wait, you see a group of four men walk through the door of the bar. You look at them in slight confusion and awe. Confusion because they look like they’re supposed to be in the military. Awe because you can’t help but admire their bodies, they are very well built and their compression shirts leave little to the imagination about the upper bodies.

The bartender notices you staring at them and decides to inform you about who they are.

“Those fine gentlemen over there are from a military base not too far from here. They come here pretty often.” He explains with a warm smile.

“Thanks.” You say politely with a just as polite smile and go back to drinking your mimosa.

A few minutes later, you look back at the group of military men, and to your absolute surprise you see not one, but two men with scars on their faces and arms that match yours. Your jaw goes slack at the sight. You never expected to meet your soulmate, let alone there be two. One of your friends, Eve, returns from the bathroom and notices you staring at the four men. By some unlucky luck, the two that you think are your soulmates have turned in the opposite direction, and now both of their scars are non-visible.

“Oooh~ Look at you~! Getting an eye full of some hot eye candy!” She teases with a giggle.

You look over at her with a serious expression, which catches her off guard.

“What’s wrong?” She asks concernedly.

“Those aren’t just some hot guys….I think they’re my soulmates…” You mumble, not sounding too sure of yourself as you’ve never heard of one person having two soulmates.

She looks back at you, before looking at the men again, the two you saw with the scars have turned back around. Your friend can see their scars, and she looks back at you, shell-shocked.

“Soulmates? Two? Plural?” She asks sounding more shocked than you do.

“I think so yeah…” You say with wide eyes, your hands slightly trembling at the sight of them. You can’t help but think about how perfect they look standing there and how much more perfect it’d be with you next to them. “Should I go talk to them?”

#ghoap x reader #soulmates #ghost x reader #ghost x soap #ghost x soap x reader #soap x reader #soap x fem reader #ghost x female reader #Scarred Love

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mistkisbiggestfan · 5 months

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This is kinda AU but how the cast would react if they met a reader who already knows who they all are, because tadc is the newest biggest thing on TV. This network has been tricking people into entering tadc through these headsets (similar to sao) and people are seeing/betting/voting how long the crew could last without going insane, last one standing gets 100 million dollars (Kinger and Gangle are the top two people vote/bet to most likely abstract next, while Jax is a fan favorite character) I guess the reader could be an activist who was against the show the network wanted to silence so they put them in tadc too

TADC Cast x Gn! Reader

Tadc Cast x Gn! Reader

A/n: Hey took a lil break but I'm back on the grind! REQUESTS FOR TADC ARE OPEN!!

Summary: You were an activist against a network that runs TADC (which is a gameshow), but now you're stuck with the people you were trying to help Words: 1774 Request: Yes

Chaos.

But I think we all know that already.

You popped out in the main circus area just a few weeks after Pomni and it was not great.

Somehow you kept your memory in check, not forgetting anything, well, maybe not forgetting everything you knew before finding yourself trapped in the brand new show: “The Amazing Digital Circus!”.

Not everyone knew about the shady and dark part of it though, the people or “actors” / “animated characters” were actual normal humans taken away and put into this digital h#|! for entertainment.

But out of everyone, you knew.

You tried your best to shut down the network, do anything against this, basically cruel torture.

But the show must go on, right? They couldn’t let someone like you, destroy their source of money.

Especially when you started to snoop around too much for your own good.

Hands shoved into the pockets of your jacket, it was cold, so cold. Your breath turned into a cloud of fog, walking through the city, everybody looked like a bunch of serious chain-smokers.

It has been a few months since you started to fight for the rights of people who were currently stuck in “The Amazing Digital Circus!” The cruelty of a network using these people’s mental health as an attraction, to see who will break faster, disgusted you. And so you decided that you’ll do everything to help them, and to bring those greedy bastards from the company using them down.

People shoved others out of their way, shoulder hitting shoulder. Walking through such a mob was hard, especially since you were walking in an opposite direction of theirs, scoffing ladies and gentlemen looked at you in a rather disgusting manner.

And sure, you didn’t quite fit in here, with a jacket and clothes which weren’t close to the world “elegant”, men and women in suits passed by you with a raised eyebrow, a plan which consisted of fitting in failed already.

You turned around the corner, breaking away from the tide of busy workers currently trying to reach their respectful workplace. As you walked through a dark, shady alleyway you saw some people lying on the ground, nothing out of place really.

Finally, you were met with backdoors of a big company’s building. You put your hood on and took out your ID you may or not have stolen from one of the company’s programmers when he was drunk, not your fault, he should have been more careful.

As you walked through, you were met with a harsh and confusing environment, across the hall you spotted people who were very different from the rest, at least some of them were. The programmers of the whole thing were dressed in comfortable clothes – no dress code included them.

Before the escalators door shut, you managed to stick your foot, jamming the doors and getting in, a girl turned to you, visibly surprised. – Hey, who are you? – She asked, mumbling tiredly.

You felt your palms sweating a bit, they weren’t supposed to realize something was off so early on. But you had to play apart somehow, clearing your throat as you spoke, you said – Oh, I’m a new programmer here! It’s my first day.

She raised her eyebrow but didn’t question you, and just as her co–worker was about to ask you something, the escalator’s door opened, you speed walked away, but not before noticing the girl from moments prior talking to a security guard and pointing in your vague direction.

Shit, she had noticed your ID, or more likely, the fact the ID wasn’t yours. You had to move fast, and so you did. Walking along the corridor you noticed a room which differed from others. Looking away in both directions of the hall, you didn’t notice anyone, the way was clear. Your sweaty palm of your right hand rested on the doorknob, and as you pushed, the door creaked.

The interior was entirely white, now, with the passage of time, white walls were tinted yellow, giving off an unsanitary look, the tiles were cold, you felt it even through your boots. And there it was – the closet full of documents that would shut this company down, and hopefully, save the people stuck in that TV show or whatever it was.

You ramaged through the endless pages full of protocols, data and worthless information till you found the thing you were out for, a file with every single piece of information not redacted out. The only copy that existed. You shoved the paper into your backpack and turned to leave, getting away as far as you could now.

Getting out of the room was terrifying, a sense of panic filled your body and overwhelmed you, pulling the hood over your face harder, you turned to walk out of the hall – towards the escalator. But during your flight, you bumped into something, one of the security guards. Stumbling backwards you gazed up in terror, before trying to run away.

Unfortunately, the security guard grabbed you by the backpack effortlessly, trying to get away, you scratched at him with your nails. The only thing you remember prior to getting tased was other people walking towards you two. After that, you woke up as one of the new players of this hellish game you were trying to save them all from.

When you woke up, you panicked – of course – but not because you couldn’t remember anything, because you did remember, you panicked because now there was no way of you helping those people.

As you looked around dazzled, you knew all of the people there beforehand – Jax, Ragatha, Kinger, Zooble, Gangle, Caine and the new person – Pomni.

Looking down you saw how unhuman you have become, oh god, the feeling of static filling you instead of blood was too much.

Before you could say a world, Caine jumped in front of you.

“⊹HELLO DEAR!! WELCOME TO THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!!!⊹” “No #u@k!ng way…”

Caine then proceeded to tell you how swearing is not accepted by the guidelines.

But you knew all of that already, so you pushed forward, looking at everyone else.

The thing you used to watch on TV, fight against, was now your reality.

Then your eyes were caught on Kinger and Gangle, poor souls. People watching this whole thing thinking it’s just a show, maybe a really clever animation, voted them to be most likely to abstract soon.

Jax walked over to you, even though your avatar was quite tall, almost taller than everyone, he tried to use you to lean on his elbow. – We get new stuff already? It hasn’t been two weeks since Pomni got here!

Oh god how you hated that man out of all people, this asshole was a fan favorite.

“Eat $h!t and d!e Jax.”

Silence.

You were met with silence and a lot of terrified looks from everyone in the main area.

Even Caine stood there bewildered.

“How did you know my name…?”

“Eh,, I’m good at guessing things..?”

“⊹OH WELL!! WEIRD THINGS ASIDE, LET ME TOUR YOU ALONG THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS {trade mark, all copyrights reserved}!!!!!!⊹”

You looked up at him, confused. “Oh no need, I think I’m good.”

Again, that was weird af. Caine stood there for a second calculating a good answer lmao.

Yeah the first meeting was rough, they were all very much weirded out. Bubble liked you though!

But that was because of another slip up you made. “So like, where is Bubble..?” That was def the wrong dialogue option because you can swear (not really tho) that Caine mumbled: How did they know who Bubble is..?

And out of everyone, you knew only one person would believe your crazy rambling for now, someone as desperate as you – Pomni.

So, one time, you took her by the arm, to a place you knew had no cameras, no one recording your conversation for content, and you told her about the fact that there has to be an exit here, that you remember everything, and that this is all a game for Caine and “the people outside”.

After you’re done, you already can tell that this was a bad idea. Her eyes went blank, with dark scribbles for pupils.

You huffed in annoyance and partial sympathy. – Just forget it Pomni, I’ll figure something out.. – The last part was more for you than her, when you started to walk away, you felt her run beside you, catching up. – Wait! What the h#|! do you mean!?? Who are the “people outside”!?! – She shouted before you tackled her and shushed her.

– Look, I explain this all once it’s safe to do so, now just act like you always do, nothing happened here. – You said before walking along, playing a part in this sick game. If someone told you about this beforehand, you would be on the other side of the continent right now.

And as you left her be, you knew that her mental health wasn’t well before all this and now it must’ve dropped to an all time low. Oh well, you’ll explain it to her later, once it’s safe.

You tried to slowly ease people into the idea that this was a TV show, a game. They all thought you were just another madman, like many before and many that will be here after.

Pomni seemed slightly hesitant, and once you started to help her look for exit, she was onboard with you.

Meanwhile people watching the game were having a blast with you as a new cast member, because of course, the secret that you know it’s a game got out and was now known by everyone (except for the TADC cast ofc).

So seeing you struggle in convincing them was funny.

You and Jax developed a funny dynamic in the meantime, it consisted of you telling them it's a game, Jax saying something like “Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night.” And you two started to argue.

Out of everyone you didn’t mind swearing him out even if it was censored.

Pomni asked you about what you remember and you told her (almost) everything, like the fact that people vote on who they think will abstract, or even bid money on that. And the fact that Jax is the favorite, which makes her confused because why do people like a f#c(!ng @$$hole like him??

You soon had to adapt into this thing, trying to keep yourself and others sane.

And as you tried to figure out something to help you all, you couldn’t help but grow attached to the people around you.

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People don't talk about yandere! Atsushi and yandere! Akutagawa and you know what, that's a real shame. Lucky you, I'm here to change that.

Tell you the truth, I feel like they both have a similar type of person they like - someone kind.

Neither one of them is used to any sort of kindness or goodness being extended towards them so this would be something that catches their attention immediately. While Chuuya and Dazai are a bit more complex with what kind of person they like, thus making it almost impossible for them to fall for the same person, Atsushi and Akutagawa aren't like that. They're simple people in their cores who only want some attention.

There's a good chance that you are nothing more than a civilian who's just living your best life and meeting either one of them was by pure chance. Atsushi is definitely the type who would fall for you if you just smiled at him and that smile would be engraved inside his mind for ages - did you really just smile at him? Him, Atsushi Nakajima?

Did he die and go to Heaven?

He's probably the type who would say "I should avoid them, I'm not good enough for them." only to accidentally follow you around town, oops. He is awkward and blushes like a schoolgirl but you always indulge him and never make fun of him. He was always met with kindness and understanding which never fails to make his limbs turn into jelly. Atsushi does his best to be there for you and he likes to be helpful in any way he can ie. carrying your bags for you, helping with chores, disposing of anyone who he thinks is a threat, all that good stuff!

Akutagawa though, he's... He's not quite so easy to woo. Well, he is but not in the same manner as Atsushi.

Those who kill better be prepared to be killed themselves, that is something that Akutagawa has said to himself since day one. He is aware of everything he does and knows all too well that with one wrong step or one bad encounter with the wrong person could end his bitter life in less than a second. He is a person who is used to conflict and abuse in any way, shape and form - just imagine how jarring it would be for him if he met someone who was genuinely nice.

Akutagawa prefers to take on solo missions so you might find him injured on the side of the street and offer yourself to help him but he is having none of it. He's limping and choking on his own blood but he keeps angrily mumbling that he is fine, he has been through worse and he does not need your stupid help.

That's what you are to him, stupid. Can't you take a hint? Leave him be. If he so wished he could tear you to shreds right where you stood, there would be nothing left of you and no one would be able to recognize you, no one to claim your body.

Just as he was about to voice out his thoughts those same words die on his tongue as he takes one good look at you and for a split second his heart is no longer his own. It leaps forward with an emotion he has never felt before as an overwhelming feeling of softness takes over.

Despite his gruff and honestly downright horrible attitude he is grateful to you. He owes you now and he kind of hates a little you because of that but that's besides the point.

Akutagawa makes no effort to be in your life like Atsushi but he lingers, almost like a shadow. Blink and you'll miss him, he always disappears into the crowd just before you even think about calling out to him, his only trace of even being there is his just barely visible black coat that flutters along with the wind as he casually strolls away to the opposite direction.

He would however take great offense if he saw you with Atsushi.

Bitter anger overcomes him as he spends his days following you and the weretiger around, a permanent scowl etched onto his face as he is forced to watch that stupid beast slobber all over you like a dog in heat. "He is pathetic and weak." Akutagawa thinks to himself.

"He could never protect you like I could."

He's playing dumb but Atsushi is aware that he is being followed especially if he is with you, his favorite person. His senses have never led him astray and he is quick to figure out the identity of the stalker. He's nervous, does he make the first move and confront Akutagawa? What does he even want? Days turn into weeks and Atsushi's patience is on thin ice, he has to know.

Strong as he is, Akutagawa was sloppy, tracking him was a cakewalk. He hid himself in the shadows close to the building you were currently in and was most likely waiting for you to exit.

His attack was swift and merciless, pinning Akutagawa to the ground was almost too easy. Naturally, Akutagawa's troublesome ability was quick to retaliate as Atsushi could feel Rashomon's sharp talons being pressed against his back meanwhile Atsushi's own claws nearly slit Akutagawa's throat.

They were neck and neck. Had they not been so close to so many civilians there was no doubt that a horrible brawl would have happened but due to their specific circumstances they called a truce... Barely.

If looks could kill Atsushi would be buried six feet under but he felt no fear, all he wanted was to understand what Akutagawa was doing. The man in black scoffs and turns his back to the weretiger, as if Atsushi was already supposed to know the answer.

"I am in their debt." he says as a matter of factly.

"I could never allow you out of all people to keep that person safe."

Oh his words stung... but Atsushi bit his tongue and calmly (read clenched teeth) asked for a proper explanation and after what felt like hours he finally got one.

Akutagawa has the emotional intelligence of a rock and Atsushi knows this. He is frustrated with the fact that Akutagawa wants to be so close to you but he knows he can't beat him nor can it happen the other way around.

There really was no getting out of this.

In that moment Atsushi made a split second decision that was either going to make his life Hell or maybe, just maybe, a little bit easier.

The two of them made a deal - they were both going to keep an eye out for you. Neither one could be too pushy or demanding, they needed to play fair.

As much as they hated each other they could at least agree that your safety was the most important thing of all.

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a-s-levynn · 4 months

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About those new masks..

So i saw this take a few times already and i have some thoughts. Obviously it's paraphrasing but you'll see these a lot similar to this if you scroll in ST spaces since yesterday:

"These new masks have too much personality, they said the people behind the music is uniportant but they now have this new personalized look instead of the uniform sleek minimalist one and it is the direct opposite of what they are saying. These new looks do not fit Sleep Token"

Let me preface this: I'm not going to explore specific reasons why people might hate on the masks because... No i refuse to go there, but i will talk about the issues i have around this a bit.

No.

If you are hating on the new masks so much so as to cry about that "this is not what they supposed to be about" you are missing your own point. You are in fact shooting the opposite direction. You are no longer in it for "just the music" but you are very much caught upon the "everything else beside the music." You got distracted. You putting the blame on them instead on yourself for loosing your own point.

There is no moral highground in this whole ordeal. Please respect yourself enought to try not to look utterly stupid if you frothing about something you visibly misunderstood. Do not hide behind excuses. Do not put this on the artists. Own up to the fact that you simple don't like it.

Admit that it's your opinion purely; because ultimately the artist creating their own art will understand creative choices behind their creations more than you ever will. No matter how far you try to bend backwards.

The masks fit Sleep Token because it is Sleep Token who decided to have them. End of story. You can hate it all you want but it is still part of the shabang now. And don't try to mask your distaste over visuals with shouting about the artist not understanding their own ideology.

If you are so hung up on how they look like, more than what the music still is, than stop and think for a second please.. You have it backwards. If you really truly only care about the music, what it is about, what it gives you, than you are not going to give a shit what they are wearing on stage.

Maybe in a passing few sentences but otherwise you are not going to be worked up about it to the point you sent hatecomments to the artist who made them.. It is shameful.

Besides i hate to break it to people but they already had their personalities with their outfits just not this strongly. III had the random whacky shit. IV had the hint's of this comfy leisurly punk-ish techwear whatever going on besides the fancy stuff the past a months since the summer. II had a slightly sleeker but maybe sort of tech-ish look which is now reflected (in my opinion) much more strongly with this new look (which sorta reminds me of a stylized oni or something tbh and that is extremely in line with their older far-east inspired thematics visually, just saying).

They are not handing you the "we are unimportant" part anymore. They are not spoonfeeding it to you. Not in the way they had before at least. They presume you are mature and smart enough at this point to get it. To get to the conclusion that it is unimportant what they look like. And allow them to still have fun with it.

Or just they are being cheeky and went for something that would shake up the people. I don't know, i don't know them or anyone close to them. I don't have answers. But they are trying something new an it is perfectly fine.

Also which would have come off so much differently if Vessel is 100% btw. Be honest, if they would have been able to perform to their fullest abilities, far less people would be so loud over this.. This was just an unfortunate turn of events and when shit hits the fan it usually never just one dose. And my heart breaks for the boys for all this.

Besides, people were so loud about hating that "they looked the same" and "so hard to distinguish" and "easy to replace because of this" ... now they have personalized masks and looks and the same people cry about the exact opposite they did before..

Also it just occured to me that this is basically the same as the lightshow upgrade. It gives you something to look at at the rituals. The new looks are visually interesting, and with the lighting setup they have now they are gonna look like some seriously fun nightmare creatures btw. I love that already.

So all in all i don't know, i don't really have a point here i guess, but the boys are in such a no win situation right now and i hate the fact that people are shitting on them just because they don't fit their idea of "an anonymous collective" anymore. Which is reddiculous and sad because nothign has changed.

It never was about being a blank page. It was about being human. It flies over so many peoples head but the anonymity part isn't about not being a person under there. It is being about that person not having a name. It doesn't matter if the person has a personality or not. What matter there is that no name.

There is no definitiveness. It gives an open invitation for anyone to step into that person but first you need to recognise that there is a person there. And there is no doing that if there are no traces of personality. Or humanity if you will because personalities makes us humans. Don't make me hold a philosophy lecture here on what it means being human please.

It does not matter who that individual it is by tagging a name on them. But it is extremely important that there is a person there. Otherwise there is no connection point. If there is no person there is nothing to understand. But it does not matter how that person looks like. It does not matter what the person wears. Or what that person is called. What matters is that it is a human being. And as such you can understand it. Our at least you should be able to.

Regardless of the design of a mask.

#there is so much more there i could bring up and talk about but i have stuff to do today so i can't get hung up on it too much #but i hope it comes through what i'm trying to convey here #i'm not trying to hate on people not liking the masks because it is an extremely valid opinion #i hate people trying to mask it as a thing about sleep token loosing sight of their own thing #please do not try to hide behind stupid shit like 'this is not what they talked about'#cut the bullshit #grow up #and own up to the fact that you are visually do not like something #there is no need for a moral high horse in this case #you can dislike something for the aesthetic #but again. please do yourself a favour and try not to look utterly stupid about something you only half understand appearently #i'd say i'm sorry if i offended anyone here but i'm prepared for getting shit over this anyway so no i'm not apologizing #if you feel offended by this maybe this is your reminder that maybe you should think it through why you feel targeted #✌🏻#sleep token

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emotionalsupporthufflefluff · 1 year

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fancy treats that bring us closer

Ominis Gaunt x GN!Hufflepuff!reader (Not MC) part two of the fancy series - [ToC]

Summary: Ominis seems to know you? He said your name without an introduction and trusted you to lead him to his wand. Now- he’s sitting with you in class? The kind, intelligent, and witty man you’ve been dreaming of from afar is now not so far and you’re not dreaming anymore. (more fluff, with an added bonus of FRIENDS / no beta, unless you count grammarly)

When you finally made it to your potions class, you had finally, reluctantly, dropped his hand. It was only halfway through the walk that you had wondered why he asked you to lead him when you’d already retrieved his wand- but you weren’t about to bring that up and lose the warm feeling of having his hand pressed against yours. Plus, you were engaged in other conversation as it was, Ominis having asked different things about you. You spoke of the town you were from, and told him of your favourite food and why it was, a funny story that you really only told Poppy before. His amused laugh had brought a grin to your face and you couldn’t feel regret telling it to him, not even for a moment.

You didn’t want to say goodbye- and knew he was in this class so what was the point of saying it anyway?- so instead you marched over to your table where Poppy already sat on one side, smiling at you as you approached. You placed your bookbag down on your table and waited for her greeting, glancing up after a few moments of silence only to realize she wasn’t looking at you anymore. You followed her eye line and startled at Ominis, closer than usual. So close in fact, that he was currently standing at your table, to your right whereas Poppy stood on your left. You knew his usual seat in the class had been directly across the room, at a table that you had a clear line of sight on- though that was completely irrelevant.

You were opening your mouth to ask why he sat there but hesitated in your question. You didn’t want it to seem like you wanted him to leave- that was the opposite of the truth. Instead, in your deliberation, you stood there with your mouth open as across from you another bookbag is heavily slung onto your table.

“Merlin, Ominis, you could’ve told me we were switching tables today.” You snapped your jaw closed as you looked over to Sebastian Sallow, one of Ominis’ best friends and basically the man always by his side. Now that you thought about it, earlier without his wand was probably the first time that you had seen them apart.

“Well, I didn’t know I was until I walked over here,” Ominis replies quietly, slowly raising his bookbag onto the table and rummaging through it with his hands. He seemed almost hesitant, and you could see his eyes glance quickly toward your direction before focusing forward once more.

“I mean, it’s fine though!” Poppy squealed out, a bit louder than was probably necessary. You glanced at her to notice a bright blush across her cheeks, and she meets your eyes with a grin before looking back to Ominis. “We’ve always sat alone, it’ll be nice to have desk partners!”

“Desk partners,” Sebastian chuckled, ducking his head practically into his bookbag to dig for his textbook. Ominis slowed his hands, the one that had been searching now just resting on top of a book in his bag, the other still having hold of his wand, the red light pulsing faintly. You swallowed roughly, reaching your hand hesitantly toward Ominis before finally allowing yourself to gently lay your hand on the one holding his wand. You watched as his shoulders visibly relaxed, and he finally let go of his wand, turning his hand quickly to take yours and squeeze. His other pulls out his potions textbook as if nothing had happened, and you pull your hand away to start pulling your own textbook out as well.

You surreptitiously glance upward toward Poppy, noticing her eyes already waiting for yours, a huge smile spread across her face. She, very obviously, gave you a thumbs up and a nod, and you reach over to quickly swat her on the arm with a look on your face.

“Alright class, turn to page 243 and we will begin…” Professor Sharp begins to drone on about some potion or other that he wanted to be brewed, and you quickly turned to the page, listening to an entire class's worth of paper crinkling and flipping. You look up to see Ominis hold his hand out toward the desk, a wandless and wordless Accio pulling his wand into his hand, before waving it and murmuring a spell that flipped open his potions textbook and flew through the pages to land on the same page as you. He tapped it again with another mumbled phrase, and you watched bumps jump to appear over the text on the book, and you realized that of course, he would have a spell to translate his books into braille.

As Poppy loudly plopped her cauldron down onto the table over the burner, you jumped, turning to her with wide eyes and she nods down to her cauldron. You quickly bend down to reach under the desk, pulling your own up and placing it gently where you needed it. Poppy tapped your hand lightly, and you looked back to her only to see her nod her head toward Sebastian- who happened to be staring directly at you with a curious look. As your gazes met, you felt yourself hold your breath for a moment, though Sebastian didn’t look away. If anything, you could see the beginning of a smirk taking up the corner of his mouth, and at that you quickly lowered your head to your textbook, reading the different ingredients you would need to gather.

“So, lacewing flies, and…” Poppy mumbled, trailing off halfway through her sentence as she read the lines of the book. You were used to her half-mumbles as she read, tracing the line she was reading from with her finger. Sebastian was currently buried into his bookbag once more, Ominis dragging his fingers slowly over his book and looking straight ahead. You were curious, having seen his wandless magic and remembering he had mentioned trying to summon his wand earlier to no effect and reached your hand out to place on his closest one- the one currently trying to read his book. He stopped immediately, turning to look at you with the beginnings of a smile.

“You know wandless magic?” Your question was a whisper, and Ominis ducked his head in response. You could see the tips of his ears turning pink once more and wondered if he was embarrassed again.

“Ah- barely. I know how to summon my wand to my hand, plenty of practice with that. It’s a bit more dignified than- well, than crawling around on the floor trying to feel for it.” You nodded slowly, it made sense. If he ever dropped his wand, he’d be without his faux-sight, and wouldn’t know where it landed unless it made a clatter. You squeezed his hand before pulling away.

“That’s-” powerful, “-ah, helpful.” You laughed breathlessly once more, looking away to continue reading up on the assignment. Right, lacewing flies and a fwooper feather, chopped. You glanced upward at a sign of movement, noticing Sebastian setting ingredients in front of Ominis and listing them as he placed them.

The class from there was mostly quiet, with slight mumblings back and forth about which ingredients go in at which times, mainly just helping each other out. You did notice, however, that every time Sebastian asked Poppy a question her blush would deepen and she stuttered a response to him. You smiled at her with a knowing look, and she waved her hand toward your arm in an imitation of when you had swatted hers earlier.

Just then, however, you felt a pressure on your hand and turned to see Ominis leaning closer to you. “I don’t seem to have any crushed moonstone, you wouldn’t happen to have any to spare?” You tilted your head, looking at his side of the desk before a giggle welled up unintentionally.

“You do have some, actually, it’s just over- well, here,” You turned your hand around and grasped his, pulling his arm slowly over toward the middle of the table, further away from his bundle of work. You tapped the side of his hand to the small stone bowl holding the glittering dust, a smile on your face as you whispered back, “It must’ve been pushed too far back for you to reach. There you are.” You looked back at him to see the top of his cheekbones lit up once more in a furious blush, and you could feel your face heating to match.

“Wow, and at the table Ominis. We’re in class!” Sebastian finally calls out, perhaps not loudly, but definitely louder than your table mutterings had been all class. You released Ominis’ hand immediately, pulling it back and burying your face in your textbook again- okay, the potion will turn blue, then-

“I have no clue what you’re insinuating Sebastian, but I’d really much prefer you don’t,” Ominis replied easily, and you looked up briefly toward him to see a frown on his face, the pink having faded already. If only your blush would fade, then you wouldn’t be so embarrassed to have Sebastian staring directly at you once more- with that stupid little smirk no less. You drew in a breath, swallowing roughly before you heard Poppy speak up in a voice you’ve heard very rarely.

“Is there a problem, Sebastian?” As he turned to look at her with startled eyes, you could see her blush still deepen, but she kept her chin raised with an impetuous look. She crossed her arms, and you recognised her anger, though had only seen it whenever a few foolish students would attempt to bully the magical creatures kept in the pens outside of the castle. Sebastian raised his hands quickly, shaking his head.

“No, no, of course not! What gave you that impression?”

“You’ve been staring at Y/N this entire time, with that silly little self-satisfied smirk- and let me tell you Sebastian Sallow,” You had to temper down a grin at his full name and the frightened reaction it invoked, “If you’re planning on doing or saying something to my best friend you better stop that right now or so help me, Helga, I will end your dreams before they even begin!”

“Sebastian,” Ominis admonished, reaching a hand over and smacking his robe sleeve, the boy jumping at the assault from both sides and raising his hands again.

“Okay, woah, calm down you lot,” His eyebrows were raised and he seemed incredulous, shaking his head, “I was planning no such thing I can assure you. I was just,” He sighs, shaking his head, glaring lightly toward his friend before meeting your own eyes, his face softening. “I’m sorry if I made you at all uncomfortable, Y/N, that was not my intention. I must’ve been-” He hesitated just enough before you noticed a slight uptick in the corner of his mouth, “Lost in thought, that’s all.”

“What kind of thoughts could you possibly be thinking about,” You heard Poppy mutter, finally relaxing her posture and bending over her cauldron to make sure it was still brewing correctly. She picked up her wand, dipping it into the brew to stir a few times, and you moved to do the same, following her lead. Ominis stood there with a concerned look for a moment longer before moving his gaze downward, running his fingers along the lines of text on his book. You glance into his cauldron, then lean closer toward him with a whisper.

“Your potion is looking a little cerulean, you should probably add a pinch more chopped wings.” Ominis’ face practically glowed with a smile at your recommendation, immediately moving to where he knew his ingredient was and placing it into his own cauldron. He picked up his wand, the tip pulsing briefly twice before the red fades, and he dips his own wand into the cauldron to stir as well.

Once the potions were complete and bottled, the four of you remained at the table to clean your cauldrons and stuff everything back into the book bag. You had planned on moving a bit slower than usual, and at your glance upward you realized that the other four seemed to have the same thought, each one taking their own time. You knew Poppy was wiping her cauldron down for the third time when she finally spoke up.

“So, Y/N, I was planning on heading down to the creature pens outside. Did you want to accompany me?” You glanced briefly over to Ominis, who seemed to have slowed his packing and stood there blankly for a moment, though with no response or interruption from him, you finally shrugged and looked back to her.

“Oh, sure. I wanted to visit my little buddy anyway.” You tried not to sound so disappointed but were afraid that you failed miserably at the task. Poppy, thankfully, didn’t fault you for your tone, only nodding with a pleasant smile.

“Your little buddy?” Ominis mumbled, finally closing the flap of his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, turning his body to face your direction. “Who’s that?”

“Oh,” You breathed, giggling quietly before finally closing your own bag and leaning down to place your cauldron back under the table where it belonged. “I have this fwooper I rescued from the edge of the forest. I nursed him back to health, his wing had been pretty badly injured.”

“The result of those Merlin-forsaken poachers, no doubt,” Poppy growled out, slinging her bag over her own shoulder now. You nodded along, your face falling at the memory, before taking a breath and trying to push past that particular topic.

“Anyway, he’s all better now but he still stuck around. I think he has a nest somewhere in the forest, but whenever I come down with Poppy he always visits. I have these little treats I make him that I keep in my bag! He seems to like them.”

“He loves them, as he should,” Poppy insists, passing by and taking your arm briefly to begin the walk out of the classroom. You look quickly back, and Ominis has his wand lifted and walks behind you, tilting his head to listen. “You spent so long researching everything about fwoopers for him, got all their favourite ingredients and cooked them all together and cut them into those little shapes- honestly if anyone spent as much time as that on me- well I think I’d just fall in love instantly.” You giggle, shaking your head, moving to bump your shoulder against hers.

“Don’t be so silly.” Her words made you start thinking, though, and you wondered if he only ever visited you for just the treats, and not just because he loved your company as you did his. You pursed your lips, turning to look back toward Ominis again. You watched him lift his head, almost as if meeting your eyes, before elongating his strides to move up to your other side.

“I’d love to meet him if you’re willing to introduce us?” His assured voice sent a tingle down your spine, and you straightened your posture with a smile.

“I’d like nothing more!” You almost reached to take his hand, but hesitated, walking on the wrong side of him as he was still holding his wand out with the hand near you. You made it across Central Hall and through the hallway that led toward the outside, and Sebastian stepped quickly in front of Poppy to push the great door open, holding it for the three of you. You tilted your head, wondering where he popped up from.

You felt a brush against your hand and turned toward Ominis, noticing his wand pulsing in his other hand now, and his free hand once again brushed against the back of yours. You couldn’t keep the smile from your face, and took his hand in yours quickly, attempting to play it off.

“Here, let me lead you there! It’s just down this path!” It was obvious that they all knew where the Care for Magical Creatures class was held, along with the pens beside it, but no one seemed to have any contradiction on their tongue for your excuse. Ominis only squeezed your hand once, and you had to take a deep, steadying breath once he did to tame the butterflies in your stomach.

The pens were empty of other wixen, and you scanned the area around to see if you could spot your little fwooper friend. When he couldn’t be seen, you instead watched as Poppy began to wander off with Sebastian trailing, ranting on about some kids who recently cut one of the kneazle’s whiskers and her plans on how to care for it. You pulled Ominis’ hand lightly, guiding him a few steps away from the creatures’ area.

“I think he might be hiding in the forest right now,” You begin, biting your lip and watching for his reaction. When he only nods his head, you turned to look over toward the trees, mumbling, “I don’t know how secure you are in being near the forest but- well, whenever I can’t find him I usually walk to the edge and whistle for him.”

“You go to the forest alone?” You looked back at his low tone, afraid you had angered him but you were only met with concern lacing his features. “Y/N, that’s-”

“I know, Ominis. I don’t go inside or anything, just to the edge. If you don’t want to come-”

“No! I do, I want to come.” He replied so quick you had to blink a few times to fully process what he said, studying the concern that was pushing his eyebrows together. He squeezed your hand once more, taking a small step closer and leaning toward your ear, “I’d like to be here if you do that again, actually. I don’t want you wandering there alone.”

“I’ve done it so often, Ominis. Really, it’s fine.” You were standing so close you could smell his scent off his robes, a mix of dragon’s blood and the potion he had successfully brewed in class. You were brought back to when Professor Sharp had wandered over to your table, leaning over Ominis’ cauldron and mumbling praise for how well his concoction was coming along, mentioning something about how he was improving remarkably. After the professor walked away Ominis reached over and squeezed your hand, as if he was attributing the praise to you.

“The forest is dangerous, even just the outskirts. The poachers themselves have been wandering out a lot more lately-”

“They wouldn’t come this close to the castle,” You try to reassure, and you watch his shoulders tense briefly and wonder if he’s going to press the topic before finally they fall and he nods slowly. You hated the dejected look that crossed his face briefly before he turned his head, and hated even more that you were the one to put it there. “But, I could be convinced to bring you along next time. You know, if my- if the fwooper likes you.”

The smile you had hoped for slowly crossed his face, and he nodded quickly to you, tugging lightly on your hand. You were startled, realizing you had been just standing in place for so long- though, you admit you didn’t want to leave the little bubble that Ominis seems to place around the both of you- and began to lead him over toward the forest. Once close enough, you whistle out a familiar tune and wait. In only a few moments you could hear flapping, and your smile widens as your favourite fwooper sores out of the forest and lands on a stump nearby you. You pull Ominis closer before letting go of his hand, digging into your bookbag,

“He’s right on this stump. He’s a lime green colour- oh, uh,” You hesitate, glancing up at him and his quirking eyebrow, before laughing and continuing, “Kind of like the colour of grass, but paler? Or, hm,” You hum to yourself, pulling your sack of treats out and opening the tie. “Oh! Like a sour apple!” You pull a treat out and place it on your palm, flexing your fingers back and holding it out to him, watching the fwooper bend down and pop it into his mouth. You heard Ominis hum in response.

“An apt description. Does he seem at all wary of me? Can I approach?”

“Oh!” You smile, feeding the fwooper the second treat you already had in your hand before moving next to Ominis, grabbing his upper arm with both of your hands. “Don’t worry, he’s really friendly when I’m around.” Even so, you lead Ominis slowly, step by step, closer to your little creature friend. The fwooper turns his head almost 90 degrees as he watches, before righting himself and trilling softly. You giggle, letting go of Ominis and digging in your bag. Picking his hand up, you instruct him on how to flex his hand and place the treat on the centre of his palm. The fwooper takes a few wobbling steps closer, then leans and pops the treat right into his mouth once more.

“He is friendly,” Ominis agrees with a smile, turning his head to face your direction, “He must’ve caught that from you.” You laugh in response, shaking your head and placing another treat on his palm.

“I don’t know about all that. Though, Poppy did get me thinking.”

“About what?” You bite your lip, shrugging and feeling the brush of his robes against you.

“I don’t know. I mean, maybe he really does love the treats. And- well, maybe he only comes out here for the treats, y’know?” You try to smile but it feels forced, the weight of your self-doubt weighing on your chest, and you look over toward the fwooper, who seems to be watching the both of you with interest.

Ominis turns suddenly, moving his hands to grab your upper arms, and you’re surprised enough at this action to raise your eyes back up to meet his milky ones. “Anyone, and I mean anyone, creature or wixen, should be honoured to be in your company.” He takes a breath, and you start to see that familiar flush light his cheeks, “You practically radiate sunshine, and you’re so selfless it’s a wonder that everyone isn’t scrambling at your feet for your attention.” You laugh incredulously, shaking your head immediately.

“I don't know about all of that, Ominis. I’m just- well, I’m just me.” He chuckles lightly, raising his eyes to the sky and lightening his grip, rubbing your arms gently.

“Even a Hufflepuff needs emotional support sometimes, Y/N.” His eyes fall back in your direction, and his hands lower slowly until they mingle with your own. “I’d be honoured if I could be that for you.” Your jaw drops at this, eyes widening in surprise, and he lowers his voice, a fond smile lighting his face. “I mean, you’re already my own emotional support Hufflepuff, right? Why not be there for each other?”

You gulp loudly, then wince at the sound before nodding. Then, realizing your mistake, you open your mouth again to agree but your voice refuses to cooperate. You take a deep breath in, then take your hands away from Ominis, instead lifting your arms and wrapping them around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. Your fwooper trills softly nearby, and you couldn’t have asked for a better day.

A/N: Let me know what you all think! A part 3 is possible if you all want? I know I kinda rushed the affection but I could explain it in later parts if this becomes a series!

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #poppy sweeting #ominis gaunt x reader #reader #hufflepuff reader #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #potions class #caring of magical creatures #part two

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cantalouupe · 10 months

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could i request some cute sleepy sex with childe.. sleepy sex is all that’s on my mind rn i’m having the biggest brain rot

I took this and ran in the complete opposite direction and for that I apologize. Kind of became its own full thing, so woohoo. Sorry again for totally not following what you asked for haha, if it makes you feel better there is something in the near future including non-angsty childe sleepy sex

it was too soon (when that part of you was ripped away) PART 1 of 2

nsfw!!! mdni!!! childe x gn!reader

an attempt at angst (so sorry), hurt/comfort (partial comfort?), sleepy sex

You’re partially awake when he comes home, registering the quiet footsteps throughout your home, the distant sound of the shower running, the rustle of fabric in your bedroom. The blankets move and for a moment your back is exposed to cool air, before the mattress dips and he’s pressed up against you, solid and comforting.

“Are you awake?”

You huff. “No.”

He laughs, soft and beautiful, his breath puffing out and ticking the skin on your neck. You prepare to wiggle away from him, but you’re sluggish with exhaustion and don’t feel like moving. Plus, his lips press to that same spot on your neck, and his pestering you while you’re trying to sleep doesn’t seem so bad (you never really minded in the first place, anyway).

“You’re not going to turn around and face me?” If you were more awake you would, because you’d be rewarded with the sight of his face, illuminated by the faint moonlight glittering through the window—his hair was wet still, probably, darker from the water and pushed back out of his face—would his freckles be visible, lit up like stars and constellations, mirroring that of the night sky?

He would kiss you if you were facing him, pushing his lips against yours, molding them to fit perfectly to yours. He’d kiss you until you had no breath left, and when you pull away, he’d start kissing you again before you’d even caught your breath.

“I’m tired,” you refuse, even if the idea is appealing. You loved to kiss him, to feel him real and alive against you. Shouldn’t he be the one moving to face you? He probably knows that you’re thinking exactly that, because you can feel him smiling against you.

“That’s alright, baby.” You can sense him above you, and for a minute you think he’s going to lean all the way over to capture your lips, but he presses them against your cheek instead.

He settles back against you, supposedly going to sleep, until his hands make their way down your body and brush against your upper thigh. “Is this okay?” When you hum in response, he touches you, working you up until he can push into you. There isn’t any force or power—it will be one of those nights, where he rolls into you and the two of you are quietly breathing and moaning and for a while you are one. You liked those nights, where there was nothing to prove or say. The love always reverberated, filling the room until it was overwhelming.

It’s leisurely, a slow enough pace that you could fall back asleep. But it was pleasant, constant pressure that built ever so slowly until you were both gasping against each other and the sheets. He touches you, caressing you, feeling you like it was the last time he’d be able to.

The two of you are back to front, his chest pressed right up against your back. He grinds into you from behind, rubbing your insides in a way that has you whimpering, limp while he does all the work. It is faint but you can hear it, the noise of wet sliding, a subtle squelching each time he rolls into you a certain way. Neither of you speak, but you don’t need to, too drained to do anything but the unhurried push and pull, taking from each other what you both wanted.

His movements feel heavy, like it was taking up all his energy, and you realize that he was probably just as exhausted as you, having been away for a work trip the past week. Your heart swells painfully in your chest, big enough to burst. How much sleep had he gotten while he was away?

If only there was a way to keep him here, to keep him away from the dangers that he so willingly throws himself into. You know it would be wrong, like trapping a bird in a cage, clipping its wings and preventing it from flying. It’s impossible to keep Childe away from his line of work. He needed it the way you needed him, desperate and endless—to take him out of work would be equivalent to taking part of him away. He’d already been ripped apart all those years ago, when the ground had swallowed him whole. He clawed his way out and put himself back together the only way he knew how, forever different, tainted with some dark shadow that hung over him like storm clouds. There would be no changing him, no taking him apart and putting him back together, no carefully cutting that darkness away from the rest of his being—that was just who he was, now.

Suddenly you feel devastated. Before you really register it and can stop it, you’re crying. Tears overflow like a pot of boiling water. You hiccup and sob, and him touching your face, feeling the tears and trying to wipe them just makes you cry harder.

“Please don’t cry.”

You’re more awake than you’ve been this whole time, but you can’t see him through hazy, tear-filled eyes. He is there, though, in front of you now, apologetic and sad while you clutch him with shaking hands.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, “I’m sorry. Don’t cry.”

You want to be angry, but your anger died out to smolders and then ash long ago. There were only cold coals now, leaving you subdued. You wouldn’t scream or yell or beg him—you would not even ask. You have not cried about this since the beginning, when he’d come home bruised and banged up, acting like nothing was off at all. He had that look in his eyes, dull and lifeless but crazed—this was who he was. You loved him dearly despite tracking bloody footsteps through your house, and you loved him now. You loved him, but you feared for him, and what would one day become of him from following this path.

He comforts you until the tears have soaked your pillow and your cheeks were dried, placing light kisses over your eyelids, on your cheeks, your forehead, and your lips. Only when you finally fall asleep does he kiss you again, long and slow, whispering a final “I’m sorry” to your sleeping face.

Tomorrow, you’d wake up and he may be there, beside you in bed, looking more peaceful asleep than he’d ever look when awake. He’d wake up after you, allowing you time to drink in his presence, absorb it like rays of the sun. You would share a morning together, having breakfast and then falling back into bed, more desperate and carnal than the night before. In a perfect world, he’d stay for multiple days, and you’d have a schedule involving him, him, him. But this was not your dreams, and definitely not a perfect world.

More than likely, he’ll be gone before you wake, and it will seem like he had never come back at all. There will be no trace of him, the first aid kit in its place under your bathroom sink, none of his dirty, bloodied clothing in the laundry, no sign of the shower being used to wash away the grime of a long journey. He’d left no marks on you, not even a single hickey blooming on your skin to show you he’d been there with you. He was a ghost, and you would not see him until another night when you expected him least.

#genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin angst #childe x reader #childe smut #if there are mistakes noooo there isnt

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greycaelum · 1 year

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Hi Grey! When Reader met Gojo clan it is not a good meeting, how about the day when Gojo met Reader’s family?

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { Normal }

—Gojo Satoru X Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

You glance at Satoru, his nervous look replaced with a relieved one as well. Your man looks like he just won the grand prize in the arcade. But it faded when your Dad cleared his throat, silencing everyone at the table.

"Mnn, which team are you?" He glared at Satoru who have gone pale once again.

"Sir?" ... Satoru's face has gone Pikachu.

"Team. Which team are you?"

"He means baseball." You supplied at his confused brain.

𑁍 Genre: fluff, domesticity, family

𑁍 CW/TW: (2.5k)— Satoru, and Y/n being sleep-deprived, slight cursing, and Satoru being a nice kitty to your dad

𑁍 A/N: Merry Christmas! I hope y'all keeping we arm in this cold days~

Satoru wants to meet your parents, and it was an interesting afternoon.

"Remember Hikaru-kun? Your childhood best friend. He came home for a short vacation. He's grown to be such a charming man." Your Mom happily chattered over the phone. "I was surprised to know he established his own company. Could you believe that? He's just 24 years old."

"He's always been a smart kid." You shrug, a blurry memory of this childhood friend you don't remember playing much with. Nonetheless, that's a great thing. Being successful at such a young age. "Send my regards to him Mom." You took a taste of the curry you're making

You heard your mother sigh.

"Someday, if you're gonna get a person to marry, I'd rather have you a normal man Y/n. You don't need to go after those rich men who have too much money to spend for a lifetime. A man with a job enough to feed you and finance a good life is enough."

"Mom!" You laughed at the sudden switch of her topic.

"What? It's true. Even your father agrees with me." You heard a grumble from the phone, probably your father being glared at by your mother to agree. "A man who can treat you right, and provide is more than enough. What would you do with the money if he cannot have time for you?"

"I know Mom." You turned the stove off and checked the rice cooker.

Great! Dinner is ready, all that's left is to wait for Satoru.

"You have to bring home the guy when you find one, okay? Your Dad and I are looking forward to it!"

"Sure." You helplessly smiled at her insistence. Your friends' parents would usually say the opposite. But your mother has a good point.

Bringing Satoru over... well, after that sudden remarks from your mother you're starting to doubt the resolution you built to have your boyfriend meet your parents. Satoru is quite the opposite of her aspiration of a guy for you. It would be unfair on Satoru's part if you ask him to act like a 'normal citizen'.

She said her goodbyes after one last reminder and that left you to sit and wait on the counter stool. It's still early, Satoru will be home in an hour or two. You look up from your phone and froze at the man leaning on the kitchen door frame.

Brooding eyes staring at you with his arms crossed. Uh-oh...

"Aren't you bringing me over?"

"'Toru, welcome home!" You easily brush off the surprise and jump off the kitchen stool, padding in his direction and throwing your arms around him for a hug. "You already showered." You inhaled the menthol scent of his shower gel accompanied by aftershave. The faint redness from shaving his jaws was still visible even as he just his lips down for a pout.

"When are you gonna take me to meet Mom and Dad?"

Mom and Dad? You look at him between laugh and frown.

"Soon." After I explain to them...

"Baby!" He whined, throwing his arms around you, pouting and huffing. "You're not proud of me huh?"

"That's not the reason 'Toru." You sighed, turning around to cup his cheeks.

"Is it because I'm not normal?" His shoulders visibly tensed, turning to hide his face in your neck, enveloping you in his tight hug.

"Silly, 'Toru." The last thing you need is to make him feel inadequate. You struggled to gather his face, his lower lip jutting down as he avoids your gaze. "Look, give me just few days, I promise I'm gonna take you to see them. No secrets this time. Okay?" Leaning forward you give the tip of his nose a small peck, hoping it would appease him.

You're sure your Mom and Dad would change their mind when they see Satoru and his intentions with you.

"Mnn, 'kay." He hummed, pulling you for another hug.

It's Saturday dusk. Your hand laced around Satoru's rough ones, a layer of his Infinity naturally clung to you against the busy Tokyo crowd. It's a normal occurrence for Satoru to have you in his weekend work also being your date time. And you're both now on your way to grab dinner before going he brings you home.

"I think there's a festival." Satoru draped his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to his side to protect you from the crowd colliding over your shoulders. "Do you want some cotton candy?"

"Just say that you want to eat some."

He laughed, pinching your cheeks. But nonetheless, you nod with a smile. Your boyfriend's sweet tooth rubbed on you over time.

"Which one do you want?" Satoru turned to you to choose from the different cotton candy colors.

"The blue on please."

Satoru paid for it while you peek at the nearby takoyaki stall.

"Y/n?"

Someone's calling you. You roam your head in the crowd.

"See I told you it's her. Y/n!"

You turned and saw your parents waving at you.

Fuck

"Don't run around like that Baby, I thought I lost you for a second. Mnn, what's wrong?"

Agh! Double fuck!

Here you are, twirling your straw on the iced tea with your parents looking at you and Satoru back and forth. It's certainly not the first time they met, Satoru already met them at your graduation but apart from asking if he could take you out, there was nothing more.

"So are you two..." Your mother trailed down, her eyes wandering to Satoru, with his hand holding yours, despite the thin sheet of sweat forming on his palm. "Are you two, dating?"

His shoulders visibly straightened, and the constant bobbing of his throat was as if he was having a hard time swallowing whatever it is stuck in his throat.

Your father grunted from the side. Raking a good look at Satoru who has switched his bandages to his sunglass. Clearly, your old man is not impressed.

"Yes, Ma'am."

You Mom made an 'oh' face and smiled. A smile that you don't trust.

"So... what's your job? Gojo-kun?"

And there it goes. You trust Satoru alright, but he does say random things out of the blue that jeopardizes the situation.

"I'm working as a teacher in a technical school in Tokyo."

An unlicensed one at that too. You bit your tongue. Squeezing his hand to give moral support to your man. He squeezes back, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb, assuring you in his small gesture.

Your Mom looks brighter. That fits in her 'normal' category of prospect for you.

"How about your family Gojo-kun? Are you an only child?"

"Ma, that's a sensitive question." You stop sipping your iced tea and frown.

But there are that soft circles, rubbing your knuckles, calling your attention to calm down. Satoru kept his gaze straight on your mother and answered.

"My family is a little wider than the usual family tree, and we have a small family business—"

What the fuck is small? Gojo Clan basically monopolized the big three sorcerer families. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his fatass lie.

"—I have a sister. But she's studying as an exchange student so we don't see each other that much."

Your Mother nod, quite satisfied with her interview-like questions.

You glance at Satoru, his nervous look replaced with a relieved one. Your man looks like he just won the grand prize in the arcade. But it faded when your Dad cleared his throat, silencing everyone at the table.

"Mnn, which team are you?" He glared at Satoru who have gone pale once again.

"Sir?" ... Satoru's face has gone Pikachu.

"Team. Which team are you?"

"He means baseball." You supplied at his confused brain.

"Oh! Yomiuri Giants... Sir." He almost stuttered under the scrutinizing glare of your Dad. What if your Dad is a Hanshin Tiger's fan?! He will hate him!

"Come to the house tomorrow." Your father grunted and tug your Mom who was staring at you, making some hand signals she will call you later. Only when they left your vision did you let out a long sigh.

"Your Dad hates me." Satoru has never felt so dejected in his existence.

"I also don't know." You finally broke the poor man's last string of hope.

"He. Hates. Me?!"

"Stop shaking me!"

Thinking about it it's not like your Dad spat vitriol on Satoru. It's just that he also didn't look like he was convinced. Satoru has been silent since you went home. You've never seen him this bothered. Agitated, and restless. Sitting on the kitchen counter stool, he's been staring, absentmindedly at the wall.

"Get your ass over here." You rolled your eyes. "I made hot cocoa." That one didn't need much convincing.

Soon you're enveloped in his arms, a thick quilt covering the two of you while sipping some hot cocoa. His calloused fingertips, occasionally rub the back of your hand when you took too long before giving him a sip. A part of you is confident your parents would understand. Even if they knew the truth... that Satoru is not the conventional man they idealized for you, they'll still accept your decision.

Your heart has never been this peaceful even if he's a walking disaster.

"I want your parents to like me." Out of nowhere, he mumbled. A mumbling Satoru is a common thing when the two of you huddle on the couch.

"They'll do." You hummed and close your eyes, leaning your head back to his shoulders. "After all, I'm not planning on switching you for anyone anytime soon."

He huffs, making you smile knowing he's already pouting. Telling you he's up to talk about it more.

"I want them to like me for you." Satoru shrug. "Y'know, like treat me how they'd treat a son too."

"Why? You planning to be my adopted brother?" You quirk an amused brow and Satoru rolls his eyes. His thumb, drew circles over the back of your hand, resuming the cozy silence until you both finish the mug of cocoa and went to bed.

The next afternoon, you rang the doorbell of your parent's house.

"Oh! They're here. Come in, we've been waiting for you." Your Mother announced your arrival and your Father grumbles in the background.

You can't hide the budding smile on your lips when you see your father, brooding by the stove but he's cooking a special dish. Something your mother asked in the chat yesterday.

"You should stay for a sleepover, we're going home tomorrow." Your Mother smiled, especially in Satoru's direction. "The both of you."

But Satoru has to go to work. No man is available to fill in Satoru's place, much more there are not many people to ask that favor anyway.

"I could stay over but Satoru has work later afternoon."

A hand intertwined with yours squeezing it. Satoru intervened.

"If you'd have me, I'll stay Ma'am, Sir."

"Of course! Of course!"

Your Father quietly puts the bowl on the table and crosses his arms, staring at Satoru. Your poke his side, nudging a bowl to his side while you also get yours. Ladling for him and for you.

Satoru sat there, a little confused but a glint in his eyes sparkled as he brought the spoon to his mouth.

"How is it?" Your Father asked in a gruff tone.

You can't help but giggle. Your father can be a tsundere at times, even having your mother text you to ask what Satoru's favorite dish is.

"If Y/n doesn't cook this, your cooking would be the closest I've ever had to my childhood." A small smile bloomed on Satoru's lips, followed by a wide boyish grin.

Your Father cleared his throat, nodding his head, evading your knowing smirk. He's so easy to please.

"How long have you and Y/n met?"

The lunch started with the talk of how you and Satoru started. Your mother is the best at remembering your embarrassing moments as a kid but forgetting to brag about your formal achievements.

You could already see that little horns in Satoru's head to tease you when you get home.

"He's a good man." Your mother hummed, watching your father and Satoru play catch ball in the backyard, the two of them talking but you cannot hear it.

"Oh, you don't know what a menace he could be." You shook your head.

Your Father laughed with his hands by his waist and Satoru rolled on the grass clutching his stomach in a fit of laughter too.

"But yeah, he is."

Your mother smiled. It doesn't take long for you to get sleepy, with a full stomach and the relief that Satoru is getting along with your family, it was enough to lull you into a peaceful afternoon nap.

Satoru found you in that state—sleeping on the living room couch while your mother is reading some novel.

"She's asleep. You should go freshen up first."

"I didn't bring any shirt with me, Ma'am."

"I'll bring you a fresh set, and you're my daughter's boyfriend it's weird for you to keep calling me Ma'am and my husband Sir."

"Auntie then. Thank you."

It was only in the bath did it sink into him he's gonna spend the night together with your parents. It's like the sleepover he's never had!

Dressed in his fresh shirt and sweatpants, you're still sleeping and he can't see your Mom and Dad anywhere. You look cozy and vulnerable and it's making him sleepy too.

A little nap won't hurt...

Getting into the covers without disturbing you is easy, he's so used to it that he doesn't break a sweat in turning you over to cuddle into his chest.

Your Dad found the two of you in that position. Sleeping soundly, cuddling each other for warmth and neither of the two of you notices the soft weight of a blanket draping over you until you wake up at the scent of dinner.

"I'll see you next time. Don't forget to wear thicker clothes it's cold."

You hug her and said yes to the remaining reminders. Satoru also hug her, thanking her for the wonderful day off he had.

It was your father's turn.

"Take care Dad. Don't forget to say hi to grandaunt for me."

"I'll tell her. And visit home when you're on vacation." He rumbled, glancing in Satoru's direction. "Bring Satoru with you."

You nod, smiling ear to ear. The boarding announcement to the train rang out and they got in, waving the two of you one last goodbye.

"Bye Mom and Dad!"

Next thing you realize you're engulfed in a tight hug and Satoru's laughing.

"See I told you. They'd like you."

A wide grin is on his lips as you both walk out of the station, Satoru's arms draped over your shoulder.

"Hmmm, you gotta bring me home soon Baby." He whispered and bit your ear making you yelp and hit his chest

Pretty normal Satoru, cheeky and the ball of menace that he is.

—GreyCaelum

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quite-right-too · 7 months

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Last Words (My Headcanon)

The Doctor and Rose, asleep in their flat in Pete's World. Rose jerks awake, her dream playing through her head and her heart pounding. Except there's one thing wrong; she knows it wasn't a dream.

"I'm late now. I've missed it. It's midnight. Mickey's going to be calling me everything. This is your fault," she badgers to her mum. It's cold, her arms crossed in front of her while snow falls around them.

"No, it's not. It's Jimbo. He said he was going to give us a lift, then he said his axle broke. I can't help it," the older Tyler argues back. Their walking pace has sped up, both of them anxious to get out of the cold London air.

"Get rid of him, Mum. He's useless."

"Listen to you, with a mechanic. Be fair, though. My time of life I'm not going to do much better."

Rose stops her mum, placing a hand on her shoulder and rubbing it reassuringly. " Don't be like that. You never know. There could be someone out there."

"Maybe, one day," Jackie breathes, looking around at the snow which has started falling a little thicker. "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year!" Rose grins enthusiastically, giving Jackie a tight hug. "Don't stay out all night." Jackie simply rolls her eyes as her daughter lectures her, turning to walk off in the opposite direction.

"Try and stop me."

Heading down the alleyway towards her flat, a low grunt catches Rose's attention. There's a man in the shadows, just barely visible. His brown trench coat keeping out the cold as his face contorts a bit with pain, bracing himself against the electric utility panel on the brick wall of the estates. "You all right, mate?" Rose asks gently, trying to get a closer look at him.

"Yeah," he chokes out, getting his footing and standing up a bit straighter.

All she can do is offer a small smile. It was New Year's after all. "Too much to drink?"

"Something like that." His voice is gritty and he sounds... exhausted. And he looks it too, now that the light has shone on his face a bit more.

"Maybe it's time you went home."

"Yeah," the man agrees with a nod.

Her smile turns into a grin as she prepares to go up the stairs and into the warmth of her flat. "Anyway, Happy New Year."

"And you." Rose turns away, walking towards the entry of the building. She stops in her tracks as she hears his voice from behind her again. "What year is this?"

The cold nips at her face as the breeze picks up. "Blimey, how much have you had?" Rose laughs, watching as he gives her a shrug. "2005, January the first." He must be absolutely sloshed if he didn't even know the date. It's the bloody New Year.

" 2005." It was more of a statement than a question. An affirmation of something, she simply just couldn't tell what. "Tell you what. I bet you're going to have a really great year." He offered her a smile but it was so sad. She could see it through the dark, hidden deep in his eyes. He looked at her like he was longing for something. For her, even.

"Yeah?" She grins at the man, who offers her another sad smile in return. "See ya." With that, she jogged into the doorway, sparing one last glance at this mystery strangers as she finally heads. up the stairs.

The Doctor wakes up as soon as she does, quickly moving to comfort her as she chokes out sobs into his chest. "Oh, love," he murmurs into her hair, kissing the top of her head and rubbing her back while she grips onto his shirt like he'll disappear at any moment. "What was it? What happened?"

"He's gone-" Rose tries to catch her breath. "I saw you before we actually met. It was New Year's. I thought you were just some drunk bloke but your eyes were so sad and I couldn't shake it. I forgot until..."

The realization hits him. "Oh," he breathes. "He's regenerating. You were his last goodbye." His reward, he says in his mind.

All he wanted to do was see her one last time.

#anyways this has been stuck in my head #my fic #I guess #doctor who #tenth doctor #rose tyler #10th doctor #metacrisis doctor #ten x rose #tenrose #tenth doctor x rose tyler #tentoo #tentoorose #tentoo x rose #timepetals #metacrisis tenth doctor

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(10/13) prompt: party — 1,160 words (so “your worst nightmare” and a zombie walk into a halloween party…) @jegulus-microfic

Regulus leans his elbows against the balcony railing, back facing the view so he can watch the Halloween party inside continue. Honestly, he’s still surprised he showed up. He knows why he did, of course —as much as he swore to his friends that it was for his brother, it’s not just that. He lifts his drink to his mouth for a slow sip, one brow arching as he notices someone dart past the sliding glass door to the balcony in a hurry.

Seconds later, however, the person backtracks —fully walks a few steps backwards from the direction they’ve gone to instead peer outside at where he stands. Naturally, he’s been found out in his moment of quiet solitude away from it all. And of course it’s James who’s had to notice him.

Rolling his eyes, Regulus lifts one finger from around the edge of his cup in some vague semblance of greeting. James seems to take it as an invitation instead of continuing on his merry way. Regulus isn’t willing to admit that he’s a little bit glad for a moment alone with him. God forbid he has to own up to his feelings.

James slides the door shut behind him when he steps out onto the balcony, a bright smile on his face. He moves to stand beside Regulus, facing the opposite direction so his hands can settle on the railing, like he needs something to do with them.

“Avoiding the party?” James asks.

“Considering I didn’t want to come?” Regulus retorts.

“Then why did you?” James challenges. He sounds a little too knowing, a little too sure of himself for Regulus’ liking.

“My brother asked me to.”

“No he didn’t.”

Regulus scoffs. “What do you know?”

“I know Sirius didn’t ask you to come. He literally told me he wasn’t going to bother because you think Halloween is annoying.”

As if his brother’s right there on the other side of it, Regulus glares at the glass door back into the apartment. Feels a blush color his cheeks and tries to cover it up with a long gulp from his cup. He doesn’t say anything more, but James is undeterred by his silence.

“What are you supposed to be anyway?” He asks, eyeing Regulus like he might be able to figure it out.

Wordlessly, Regulus half turns so the right side of his chest is more visible, then points at the sticker placed on his plain black t-shirt. It’s one of those stereotypical ‘hi, my name is’ ones with the blank square left for filling in. In Regulus’ handwriting, it says ‘your worst nightmare.’ James’ eyes land on it long enough for a quick read before he scoffs.

“Oh, come on, that’s so boring,” He complains.

“We can’t all be as obnoxious about Halloween as you, James.”

Regulus makes it a point to look him over. He’ll never admit it, but it’s actually a pretty awesome look he’s got going for him.

James fully committed to the costume choice perfectly, complete with torn clothes that are stained with fake blood and dirt, and special effects makeup that gives him fake open wounds in a couple places up his arms and one in his cheek that falsely exposes what are meant to be his teeth. Either James spent an extensive amount of time learning to do it for himself or he had McKinnon do it for him. Regulus is willing to bet it’s the latter, considering the undead football player the blonde is currently walking around as.

“It’s cool, right?” James asks, catching him staring at the prosthetic piece on his cheek.

Regulus isn’t giving him an inch. “Bit grotesque, actually.”

“Well, I am a zombie. They’re kind of gross on principle,” James muses.

“Yeah? And what’s your excuse on a normal day then?”

“You wound me, love.”

Oh, Regulus is not touching that with a ten foot pole. No matter how much his stomach suddenly swoops at the casual endearment.

“You’ll survive.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I guess you really will be a zombie.”

James’ eyes shine with mirth as he knocks his elbow into Regulus’. “If I were, I’d definitely eat your brain first.”

“Well, I’d eat your heart, so.” Regulus sniffs shortly, glancing at him sideways. It’s less a joke than James’ cheesy flirtatious intention, but the vague warning seems to do nothing to stop him from remaining lighthearted.

James pats twice at his chest with both hands before splaying his arms outward, grin unwavering from his face. “It’s all yours, Reg.”

Regulus squints at him over top his cup as he finishes off the remainder of his drink. He sucks his teeth after the fact, wholly ignoring the annoying pitter patter of his heart in his chest the longer he looks at the pleased expression on James’ face.

“I’m going back inside.” Regulus pushes off the balcony railing, needing to get out of James’ orbit before he flies too close to the sun and goes up in flames.

Before he can get too far, James catches him by the arm. “Hang on, you’ve got a bit—”

Unhelpable, Regulus’ eyes widen as James brings a hand to his face, wiping over his top lip with his thumb. Like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Like this is just a thing that they do.

James leaves his hand against Regulus’ jaw for a moment, smile turned soft with an unbearable affection that makes Regulus consider vaulting over the balcony’s edge. It’s just four stories, he could live, maybe.

“For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t consider you my worst nightmare at all,” James says, voice lowered.

“Right…” Regulus breathes.

Hazel eyes drop down to his mouth even as James’ hand falls away from his face. He turns toward Regulus more fully, fingers delicately brushing down the outside of his forearm.

Oh, this is dangerous. Regulus is going back inside. He’s walking away before—

The balcony door slides open, loud music and chatter spilling out into their charged silence.

“James, get in here. Sirius is drunk and thinks actually bobbing for apples is a quintessential Halloween party experience or something. You don’t want to miss it.”

“I’ll be right in, Pete.” James nods at his friend.

The door is pulled shut, muffling the noise of the party once again. Regulus clears his throat, shifting on his feet.

“You should go before my brother manages to drown himself in a bucket,” He mutters.

“But we were—”

“We were nothing.” Regulus moves to the door himself. Pauses with his hand on the handle to look back at where James suddenly looks notably disappointed instead of the consistently bright that he had before. “Please, I’m not kissing you for the first time while you have a fake hole in your cheek, James.”

James’ eyes slowly grow wider, his mouth twitching at the corners. “Wait—”

Regulus rushes back inside with his own secret smile before James can say anything else.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #they’re so flirty and annoying and i love them dearly #this also was almost my original zombie prompt microfic but now it’s for party #-jazz hands-#kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

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vargaslovinghours · 7 months

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It's here! It's the big one-oh! Get ready for the 10th! (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9)

Starting off with some Just Desserts stuff; it's not exactly against the rules to modify Pets with features they wouldn't naturally have - like a cat with wings - but it is side-eyed by other players

He might be projecting just a little bit lol

Obviously he'd support Joel wiping the floor with other Pets in the arena haha

Next one's a continuation, comic-style!

Since they've only got the one pet between them, they have to take turns directing Joel so he doesn't get confused on who to listen to haha, I'm sure it doesn't help that they have similar voices and Scriabin is constantly butting in. I think in this setting Edgar might be able to get away with pushing him around a little more haha ♪ He'll still pay for that later :)

FNF x Vargas! Quick, who wants to collab as I know Nothing about music composition lol - what might their voices/instrumentation sound like! I’ve always been a fan of strings for Edgar, piano for Scriabin personally :)

These were the two poses I had the absolute strongest mental images for, so they get the big pretties! Scriabin having a secondary feature to his Up animation (not just pointing a finger gun but also “shooting” it), only being visible when the note is held ah, I just love the animation in my mind’s eye lol

Two poses inspired by their bouncies! Edgar’s Down and Scriabin’s Right - I didn’t have them onhand for reference, but I’d definitely push them closer to the originals :D

I really like the idea of most of Edgar’s poses being smaller, more closed-in, and Scriabin’s being big and bombastic, but their Lefts are the opposite! Haha ♪

I've seen a good several songs that have a mid-level transformation which I find Very cool :D I suppose these could also be for different stages, but going from a whole Edgar to him missing an eye and actively bleeding and screaming and stumbling around to the music - I just think it's a neat concept lol

Scriabin's transformation would be with his wings of course!

More of the WOY idea! Scriabin's being so nice 😈♥

You know I had to draw Jake in this style, he's too cute not to, I had to! Fun proportions hehe

Two little balls of sunshine <3 This was the one where I really couldn't decide what art style I was most reminded of between Steven Universe and the rest haha

A rubber hose smooch! Cartoony mwah!

Don't be fooled Wander, kisses are temporary, bullying Edgar is forever

The topic drifted at one point to the idea of Scriabin and Edgar being able to turn their brain-sharing on and off which gave me a Two Yeses/One No idea

Started with them on equal footing - both of them can say no to oppose the other, and in order to link back up they have to both agree! And how that might look depending on who initiates hehe <3

I think it'd be good for them to have hard boundaries in place, not able to be coerced into giving up their privacy :)

As well as them being able to just tap in and Know again, Scriabin using it to be lazy and not try to communicate with his mouth haha

But even with those hard stops in place, how would sleep affect things! If he tried, could Scriabin break into Edgar's dreams? Even if he gave permission, would his subconscious allow that? :0 It's interesting!

Quick break for a scribbly concept of how I wanted my first Vargas Drabbles soft cover to look haha - I didn't end up using the red inlay but it's definitely an idea for next time 👀

Back to brain-sharing, but this time featuring a return to body-sharing! :00 I hadn't considered it until Zarla mentioned them physically phasing together and then became Very interested in exploring it, when isn’t Scriabin annoying tho lol. It’s because you love him, Edgar!

Falling back into old habits of emotionally degrading Edgar, but he has the power to kick you out now! Just try your smart mouth on him from out here, where it hurts less!

Get back in on good behaviour, or because he misses him too much ♥ I love his sweet face here I 💕💗💖❤️💞💝

How dare he be so inviting, Scriabin has to deal with a physical heart and you are trying to kill him, cruel mean Edgar (lol)

Inspired by the hug test haha ♪ Hug him!

This was supposed to be a sweet moment :( Scriabin can't help it, being vulnerable is icky haha

But when offered the opportunity, you take what you can get <3 They are so damn cute, gah

Hehe ♪ There needs to be Some level of awkwardness to it, it's still Vargas after all. Would it hurt? No, maybe more like an organ shifting back into its correct position :)

How's he supposed to help it when you make it so easy

They'd have to negotiate safe and opportune times to share minds if it required them to share a body! Scheduling when to be apart would probably be stressful, but so would being together haha

Edgar doesn't want to deal with this until he's more awake, and maybe not at all if he gets jealous hehe

And finally again, we've returned to the Two Yeses/One No idea - who gets to decide who's "No" counts once they're already enmeshed? :) Introducing the Lobster Trap ✨

“slrch” is such a gross sound effect haha

Really struggling with the concept of Scriabin’s autonomy! He quite literally exists outside of you now Edgar, you have to let him grow on his own!

Scriabin probably just wants out to do something Edgar morally objects to, enough to suffer his company while pissed. The idea of Scriabin having his own body and still having to take Edgar over to exert his own personhood again, ugh, it’s so fraught <3

The Lobster Trap has so many potential outcomes, even discounting one side over the other! Obviously I had to make as many as I could come up with lol; starting with Scriabin getting to decide when he hops in, and Edgar getting to decide if he lets him out - two yeses all around to show it As Intended, all going well :)

And here are Edgar's No options: his no overrides letting Scriabin out, but does nothing to deter Scriabin from coming in without his permission. I think this is one of the worst configurations for them haha ♪ It’s so easy for them to be cruel to each other!

Now the other way around! Scriabin has to get Edgar's permission to come in, so here's their Two Yeses :D Obviously he did it to annoy Edgar, he'll never get to read in peace haha. Not that he would even without this hehe

Edgar's No would shut Scriabin out, which I think would be good for them honestly; Edgar gets time to process things on his own without Scriabin manipulating him from the inside, and Scriabin gets to eat humble pie

Two Yeses again, though it was hard to imagine a situation where Scriabin would willingly hop out at Edgar's request - to make fun of him though? Yes ✨

And again, Edgar's No not overriding Scriabin's Yes - I think this would be really good for them! Edgar doesn't get to hold him against his will, and Scriabin doesn't get to burst in without his permission!

But really, it'll always be messy with them <3 Even in the best scenario, if Edgar's Yes overrides Scriabin's No of being forced inside - even if he couldn't hold him there, just the action of making him see from his point of view and all that entails... ♪

Little jailbird, just wants to fly away on clipped wings 💔

Now for something completely different lol. Scriabin wrote a resumé! I’m sure it’s full of accurate information to help him land a proper interview :)

Good, good, dates, prior experience, employers, skills, conquests-

Scriabin insists he's a sexpert but if there's a degree on his wall I haven't seen it

There is such a Massive difference between writing resumés and actually doing the work the resumé is required for, come on. I do love just how miffed Edgar looks tho haha

S: >:3c | E: Yeah alright point taken

Tiny spacefiller - he's so mad! He's gonna tell you all about it!

Oh hey wow Nny's still here, that's neat. Originally there was an Edgar next to him but only the main character turned out cute, rude

Quietly cutting potatoes <3 Domestic

I love Scriabin getting scared inside Edgar but him having to put on an outwardly placid face so he doesn't freak Nny out in turn haha. Nny's love language is knives

But that's where the nutrients are! Speaking of Ghost-

Teaching him how to flay skin, not necessarily strictly on potatoes hehe. I like the idea of Nny kinda spacing out when it comes to his favourite activities - yeah he hates touching people, but that takes a backseat to talking about murder and playing with knives

Obviously Edgar's a bit distracted himself lol. Nny just casually talking about what happens when you separate the flesh from the body and Edgar and Scriabin are over here discussing Just how gay this is haha

I went and reread one of my old drafts of One Way Mirror recently and ahh I’d forgotten how sassy they are with each other lol

I'm still crazy about them <3 They drive me absolutely mad 💕 I think it's funny too, since I started writing OWM while deeply fixated but didn't think much of the Flavour of my writing I didn't expect anything from rereading, but it does taste a bit like mainfic hehe ♪

I love when Scriabin argues how much he wants to "help" Edgar while controlling him up and down, Edgar's not about to take this sitting down if he can help it! Also emasculating insults my beloved ♥

Thinking again about Hunchback; not quite any of the already-established stuff (they're not playing the roles, nor are they separate and seen the movie! What!), about why Scriabin would side-eye Edgar so much during Out There. It's a good song for him :) And I love drawing him like this haha, proud and haughty angle <3

Edgar with slightly less floofy hair and the closed-line nose style from a few years ago lol ♪ I do like bridge/bottom of the nose style I've grown into, but it's still a fun style to return to every once in a while :)

And one last sneaky cheeky kiss for smooch practice before the very end! Just try and stop me! Why did Scriabin turn out so pretty tho ♥

So that's June through September, again-again! Well, almost - turns out I actually made too many sketches for my Blank Slate AU/fic - literally as many as are featured here! - so it needed its own post. So please look forward to that!

#💟#Doodles #Art #Sketchdump #Scriabin #Edgar #Jake #Nny #Blood #There's also some potential body horror and possible uncomfortable boundary-crossing so be warned #So the standard Vargas fare haha #Lots of crossovers this time! Practically crossover central in here! Lol #The FNF doodles were like 95% inspired by the absolutely Incredible Animation vs. Friday Night Funkin mod #Specifically Stickin' To It but honestly watch/listen to the whole thing it's actually incredible #I've seen some pretty amazing FNF mods but that one hits different for me it is So inspiring #I mean yeah I already love AvA lol but just ugh the amount of care and work that so obviously went into it <3 #The kind of passion is contagious! As evidenced by all the other crossovers as well lol #WOY passion <3 And yeah I'll count Just Desserts too why not haha #The biggest inspiration is still the original tho >:3c Nothing sparks images quite like The Source - of course haha #Conversation is a big aspect of that haha - all of those middle doodles of them mind sharing again were largely just from talking :D #And I mean - some leftover thoughts and feelings about You Can't Live Like This but when am I not lol #I want to see them being good to each other! I want to see them being cruel to each other!#Dynamic truly unmatched haha #I did actually write a temp resumé for Scriabin (as practice :P) but there's a lot of ambiguity left open lol #I do love them being domestic together #Some of these feel real disjointed 'cause if you read the last bit you know I had to cut a lot!#Well rather - separate them out into their own sketchdump lol I can do ~90 images but not double that I already had to make this three times #Which means I Think that I've gotten all formatting errors from attempt two but if I didn't? Just ignore those if you'd be so kind <3 #I could go back and fix them but hahahaha absolutely not you actually couldn't pay me #Lol tho ♪ Just happy to have another one done :)

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