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veryberryjelly · 2 months

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the light that always goes out

carmen berzatto x fem!reader

prompt : softly kissing that place between their neck & shoulder

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

every night you tried to wait up for carmen before you went to sleep.

most nights he would come home before you were fully asleep, even if you were literally falling asleep as he walked in the door, but sometimes it was too late and you were too tired to see him when he got home.

annoyingly, tonight was one of those nights.

you hadn't seen carmen in a few days and you were truly missing him. when you had stopped by the bear today in hopes of catching him on his lunch break, you only found richie who informed you he had stepped out.

when you asked where he couldn't give you an answer and you couldn't wait around for him as you had to get back to work.

so you were determined to stay up to see him, but you were exhausted.

it was like the moment your head hit the pillow your eyes began drooping.

you really tried, but before long you were curled up against carmy's pillow with the blankets pulled up around you.

you woke sharply, sitting in an upright position on the bed.

nothing really woke you. no nightmares or noises, just some sort of alert in your brain waking you up.

you glanced to your side, hoping to find carmy's sleeping form there, but when you caught sight of the empty sheets, your brows furrowed.

had carmen not come home ?

a quick glance around the room told you that he hadn't been in here.

and the light under the door confirmed your fears.

you always left a light on for carmen, whether it was the lamp in your living room or the kitchen lights.

and every night he would turn off all the lights on his way to bed. it was almost like a signal between the two of you.

you were out of bed in an instant, pulling a sweater over your head and grabbing your phone as you headed out to the main body of your shared apartment with carmen.

the panic in your chest subsided when you spotted a figure hunched over the kitchen counter.

carmen.

you let out a soft sigh as you padded over to him, your arms wrapping around his stomach as you rested your head on his shoulder.

" what're you doing up, baby? " you questioned, taking stock of the papers strewn infront of him, along with the half empty cup of coffee making a ring on one of the papers.

he dropped the pen in his hand, leaning back into your form slightly, his cold hand lifting to rest on your forearm.

" just tryna get all this shit sorted out for the restaurant. " he explained, lifting his other hand to run through his curls.

a quick glance at his phone on the counter reminded you of the time.

your arms squeezed tighter around him and you buried your head further into the crook of his neck.

" carmy, you can do this tomorrow. it's 3 in the morning. come to bed... please " you muttered against his skin.

" i gotta get this done, baby. i'll be in in a couple minutes "

you knew that wouldn't happen, the minute you left he would get sucked back into the paperwork and you wouldn't see him until morning.

you pressed a few short kisses to the junction between his shoulder and his neck before unwrapping your arms from his torso.

you didnt go too far, instead sitting on the other stool at your breakfast bar.

he might not take care of himself, but he would take care of you.

" what're you doing ?" he questioned, bringing his gaze from the paperwork to look over at you.

" i'm waiting for my boyfriend before i go to bed. and also giving him a hand with his paperwork if that's what it takes to get him to sleep "

you never failed to surprise carmen with how well you knew him.

he let a soft sigh fall from his lips as he dropped his pen.

" c'mon then, sweetheart " he said, the faint smile assuring you that he wasnt actually annoyed.

his hand on the small of your back led you towards the bedroom, the other flicking off the kitchen light and sending the apartment into darkness.

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jayflrt · 8 days

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟕𝟖𝟔 34. in too deep

WHEN YOON JEONGHAN TAPPED JAY'S SHOULDER, HIS BRAIN WAS TOO MUDDLED TO EVEN THINK PROPERLY.

He underestimated how casual the gesture of tapping someone to get their attention was, and it was evident when he was looking back at Jeonghan with a confused gaze. Jay had spent the entire day freaking out over whether he was going to get a seat in the Order, and now that he was face-to-face with one of their members, he couldn't even grasp that he was being offered a spot.

Jay was in the middle of reading your frantic texts about getting a seat from Sungjin, sitting at an empty booth in the library so that he could charge his laptop. The very thought of Sunghoon being left behind had him so baffled that he could only gawk at Jeonghan for a few seconds. The senior only seemed amused, hardly even realizing that Jay had far more weighing on his mind than being tapped.

"Congratulations, Jay," Jeonghan said with a broad grin stretching across his face, "welcome to the Order."

Every word he could have used to finish his sentence died on Jay's tongue, and instead he croaked out, "I—huh?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure how else to dumb it down for you."

He wasn't sure what snapped him back into reality—maybe it was the whistle of the wind in his ear, or perhaps it was the fear that Jeonghan must have thought he was a crazy person—but Jay immediately straightened up and let out a forced cough.

"Sorry," he got out immediately. "Thanks. I just thought—"

"That you wouldn't get in?" Jeonghan finished for him. "Yeah, I thought so, too. We were debating between you and Kazuha for nearly an hour. It took a lot of manipulation to convince them that Kazuha wasn't the right choice."

The corner of Jay's mouth picked up in a grin. "Manipulation?"

"Let's just keep that between us." Jeonghan gave him a wry smile and handed over a thin, black folder with a few sheets of papers tucked neatly inside. "You can open that later. It's just a welcome letter and a notice about sending us details so we can coordinate your initiation night."

"Huh..." Jay trailed off; his mind was still stuck on his bid rather than the folder in his hands. "I didn't think I'd get in after that interview."

"Are you kidding? They loved your answers, especially when you said you'd punch Sunghoon."

"But—I didn't even know the answer to whatever seven-eight-six meant, though."

"That's the whole point," Jeonghan said. "You're not supposed to know everything! What we believe is that it's valuable to admit that there are answers you haven't found yet, but you also did your best to draw a conclusion with the little information you had."

"So... what does it mean?"

"We don't know."

"What?"

"We don't know," he echoed with a shrug. "We think the founder chose it to represent us because he claimed to have decided eighteen of the characters on the Kryptos sculpture himself—on top of the ones that're already deciphered."

"Interesting," Jay replied with an inquisitive hum. He then gave Jeonghan a strange look. "Are you supposed to be telling me this, by the way?"

"Sungjin didn't want us talking with you guys too much, actually. We're supposed to just tap you on the shoulder, hand you the file, and leave." He scratched the back of his neck aimlessly. "I have to stay on campus until my next class, though, so I don't really have anywhere else to go."

"If they ask, I'll let them know that you were very, very mysterious."

"See? I told them that was what the Order needed: loyalty."

Jay felt his stomach twist. He was probably the worst example of that, but seeing that Jeonghan held him in such high regard, he couldn't bring himself to object. Instead, he brushed off the senior's words with a shy grin.

Jeonghan continued, "I swear, they were deliberating for so long that I—"

"Jeonghan—wait, Jay?"

To Jay's relief, you walked up behind his table, looking between the two men several times before you seemed to piece together what was going on. The determination that had darkened your eyes seconds prior started to melt away.

"You got a seat?" you breathed out, and before Jay could nod, you were shooing him further down the cushioned bench so that you could sit next to him. Your gaze immediately landed on the black folder in Jay's hands. "Oh!"

There was an awkward pause. You looked up at him for a brief moment, and it looked like you had a lot more to say instead of opening and closing your mouth over and over again. Jay's throat felt tight. Your sideways look at Jeonghan made Jay wonder how what your true reactions would've been if you two were alone.

Since you clearly hadn't anchored yourself back into reality, Jay slapped his folder onto the table to take Jeonghan's attention away from how distracted you had gotten.

"What? You didn't think I'd make it in or something?" he teased you, although he was quite aware that that wasn't your intention.

"No," you insisted with a scoff, kicking Jay's shin under the table.

Jay hissed through his teeth, nudging your leg back with his shoe. Unbeknownst to Jeonghan, you two were in an intense battle of trying to kick the other; your attempts were always stronger than his.

"Oh, that's fucked up," Jeonghan joined in, leaning forward onto his elbows. "Were you hoping someone else would get in over Jay?"

He rolled his eyes, realizing that Jeonghan was just hungry for a morsel of gossip. However, anticipation was swirling in Jay's chest as he prepared himself for whatever your answer would be. After your text about Sunghoon's situation, he wouldn't have been surprised if you were more concerned about your ex-boyfriend.

You huffed. "No, I think Jay deserves it out of anyone who interviewed."

His heartbeat was somehow quicker. More intense. Jay couldn't understand why your words left little electric currents running under his skin, but he was just grateful that you couldn't see how much of a mess his head was.

"But what the hell, Jeonghan?" you continued, sharper. "Why did Sungjin give me his seat?"

Jeonghan let out a dry laugh before shaking his head. "Can't give you our reasonings."

"Weren't you just talking about mine?" Jay cut in since he was equally curious about where Sunghoon's predicament was going.

"Well, that's—" The senior cut himself off and screwed up his eyes as he processed his next words. "Okay, you're technically right, but I gave you my seat, Jay. I didn't give Y/N my seat, so I can't tell her why she was chosen by Sungjin."

You and Jay stared blankly at Jeonghan for a moment, who was slowly losing his resolve to keep quiet.

"Okay, fine." Jeonghan sighed heavily. "Tell anyone about this, though, and you two won't be having a fun initiation process." As Jay swallowed thickly at the thought of being hazed, Jeonghan leaned over the table and lowered his voice to say, "I don't know much because we don't really question Number One, but he just said that he didn't want to extend his seat to his brother anymore. Something about wanting Sunghoon to make it on his own."

Jay frowned. "Number One?"

"That's what we call our president," he replied. "Only the members of the Order know about Number One's identity for the duration of their office."

"You're really a loudmouth, Jeonghan," you sneered.

Jeonghan held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Then did Sunghoon get a seat or not?" Jay asked. "He had to have gotten a tap, right? It'd be ridiculous if he didn't."

Jeonghan only shrugged in response. "The finalized list of our new members will be emailed out tonight. You'll find out then."

You and Jay exchanged uneasy looks. Waiting to hear back from Sunghoon appeared to be their only option, and it only made Jay feel more at war with his head and heart.

For one, Sunghoon was a crucial part of the mission. Something happening to him would definitely affect you, and although that made Jay feel a twinge of bitterness, he recognized that you two had a previous connection that he couldn't get between.

On the other hand, he felt that he was in too deep—so deep that he wasn't sure how he would pull himself out when this was all over. Jay remembered it every time he turned white-knuckled when he would text his client; every time he laughed around Heeseung; every time he had to take a few seconds for his rage to simmer around Sunghoon; and every time he looked into your eyes and felt some semblance of peace.

And it made him feel terrified.

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haerinari · 3 months

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Love Letter - Anton

pairing: classmate!anton x fem!reader.

summary: a boy who confess his love for you with a love letter.

genre: fluff.

LOVE 199 Series: wonbin, sungchan, eunseok, anton, shotaro, sohee, seunghan.

want to keep reading? click here ⬇️

"okey class..." miss kang, your music teacher, said. "i want you to work on a project that's due on friday, you will have this two days to make it and then show it to the class. ya'll have to make a song and, the work is in pairs, so c'mon"

what a great day for your bestfriend, haerin, not come to class. who will you work with now? ugh, how you hate to work with other people.

"hey, y/n?" a soft voice that you knew perfectly, said behind you.

never mind, you love to work with other people.

"oh, hi anton!" you replied with the biggest smile ever, turning around on your chair to face him.

anton was the cutest boy from your class, he had beautiful brown eyes and a smile that made worthy going to class everyday. you had a crush on him since the year started, his sweet and shy personality caught your heart immediately, he was kind to everyone and the best of the music class.

"uhm... i saw that haerin didn't come today and that you didn't have a pair to do the work, so i was wondering if maybe, you know, wanna work with me?" anton said passing his hand over his neck, looking down his feet. how could you deny this amazing proposal?

"of course!" you replied almost jumping from your chair. god y/n, don't make so obvious that you like him. "i mean, yes, i'll really like that anton." you smiled softly.

"great! so i'll send you a text with my address, is it okay if we go to my house? i think we can use my cello, so..."

"yeah yeah, sure. i'll be there"

haerin was going to die when you tell her.

after spending a really long time deciding what you were going to wear to go to anton's house, you decided that a long sleeve gray shirt and a pair of jeans would be completely fine.

when you arrived to his home, he greet you with a soft smile and comfy clothes. when you thought he couldn't look prettier, oh you were completely wrong. anton took you to his room, opening the door and letting you sit in the corner of his bed. the room was actually very comfortable, it had a very soft bed, and a desk that was full of music sheets, a computer and other type of stuff. his cello was on the corner of his room, you had never seen anton playing before, of course that you imagined that he was as good as he was on everything else.

"i was thinking that maybe we could make a short song, i could play the cello and my brother has a violin that maybe he can borrow you" he said sitting next to you.

"oh, i don't know how to play the violin, anton. i actually can't play any instruments" you confessed.

"don't worry, i'm going to teach you and you'll be ready by friday" anton replied to you with a smile.

"okay..."

"ll be right back"

anton left the room, probably to look after the violin of his brother, you thought. you got up from the bed, going to his desk and looking at the papers that were all spread around. some of them, calling your attention.

"Love 119" was the title, you took the paper in your hands, reading carefully at the beautiful lyrics that you supposed that he was composing.

"Stolen my heart, that girl's a killer

Love so good, feels like a thriller

It's begun

This is an emergency

One-one-nine, one-one-nine

Save my life, save my life

She sets me free

This is an emergency love

You turn on like a flashlight

On and on, grabbing my attention

In a crowd packed shoulder to shoulder

For a moment I saw only you, no other"

"y/n i got the— what are you doing?" anton said getting back into the room, his eyes wide open as he immediately recognized the paper that was on your hands.

"i was just reading this beautiful song, did you wrote th-"

"uhm we should probably focus on the violin" he said cutting you off, his hands grabbing quickly the paper from yours and hiding them under his pillows.

“i’m sorry anton, is actually very good by the way"

"i-it's just some stupid lyrics" he murmured nervously. "we should probably start"

"yeah sure"

the rest of the afternoon you spend it learning what anton was teaching you. his presence behind you, his hands on top of yours to teach you how to properly use the bow were actually making you fell very nervous. his breath touching your neck when he talked, and the way his soft voice was entering your ears, how could you not fall more in love?

you and him spend the rest of the afternoon like that, being so close to each other that you could feel like your heart was coming out from your chest. you were almost ready with the song, it wasn’t actually very hard to play the violin, but this wasn’t what you care the most about right now. could your heart resist this feeling of not telling anton that you liked him? could you really keep hiding your feelings for him?

you were scared to tell him, what if he doesn’t feel the same about you? what if he just sees you as a friend and just wanted to be nice with you? what if he thinks that you are ugly? what if…? what if…? what if…? what if…?

“y/n are you paying attention to what i’m sayin?” he asked behind you, you were so lost on your mind.

you turned to look at him, putting the violin down and looking at his beautiful, big brown eyes. he is even prettier this close, you thought. his face was so close to yours that if you move forwards a little bit, his lips would be all over yours. you saw his face, his eyes looking at you like if he was scanning you. his eyes going from yours, then your lips, and then your eyes again. you got a little closer, watching as anton’s cheeks were starting to become red. he didn’t even move a muscle, he was just taking a moment to look at your face.

“anton, i…” you hold your breath, are you going to confess right now? “i should probably go home, is getting late and my mom is waiting for me…” stupid y/n.

“ah y-yeah, yeah. you’re right, yeah” anton answered getting a step back, his eyes looking everywhere but you.

“thanks for teaching me how to play the violin, see you tomorrow at school”

“see you…”

the presentation went really good, anton and you performed the song and it was amazing. you even got the higher score of the class 10/10.

the past two days all you could think about was what happened at anton’s house. the last days that you had been even more closer to him due the proyect, made you realize that your feelings for the sweet boy were actually true. you and haerin already had a conversation about all this situation, she told you that it was better to express your feelings than to hide them. after all, you didn’t know what could happen.

you left the music classroom and went back to the normal, the door was closed and there was no one inside. your thoughts were eating you from the inside, all you can think about is anton, anton, anton…

anton and his sweet smile, anton and his beautiful black hair, anton and his gorgeous brown eyes, anton and how soft and kissable his lips looked back the other day.

you unzipped your backpack, taking out your water bottle thinking that could drown your thoughts alway. but instead of that, a small pieces of paper that were arranged like flash-cards and a yellow piece of paper fell to the floor. you took them in your hands, opening carefully the yellow paper first and reading what was in the inside.

“You turn on like a flashlight

On and on, grabbing my attention

In a crowd packed shoulder to shoulder

For a moment I saw only you, no other"

—Love 119

Love 119…? Love 119… oh god, this can’t be real.

you sweared to god you were going to die from a heart attack in that moment.

you took that other papers, the flash-cars, on your hands. once again, reading carefully what was in the first piece of paper.

“A satellite is an object in space that orbits around the earth until it stops working, they send signals to let the earth know how the sky feels.”

then the second.

“Even tho i can’t send you signals about my feelings for you because i’m too shy and scared of rejection…”

and finally the third one.

“…I want to be your own satellite, in that way, i could orbit around you for the rest of my life”

you felt like you were going to cry at any point, a smile appearing on your face from ear to ear. no one has never give this kind of sweet and beautiful thing before.

“so… what do you think?” a male figure that was standing next to the classroom door said. anton.

“was this you?” you asked, standing from the chair and walking to him.

“why it looks like you’re going to cry?” he laughed a little bit.

“because i am!” you said whipping your tears away. “no one has ever done this before to me”

“i’m actually very glad that i’m the first one” he smiled.

“why didn’t you tell me before?”

“because i’m too shy and i could barely talk to you before, also i was super scared that you didn’t like me back” he confessed.

“but of course i like you back, anton. do you now how hard was trying not to kiss you back when we were on your house?” you told him.

“tell that to me, i couldn’t sleep knowing i wasted such an opportunity” you giggled.

“and do you want to waste that opportunity again?”

“no” he quickly replied.

“then kiss me, kiss me anton”

his hands went to cup your cheeks, his lips coming closer to your until finally, it happened. anton’s lips were soft against yours, just as you imagine, his lips moving perfectly on yours, the kiss that you both have been waiting for so long was finally happening.

“was the lyrics of the song that i read on your house, were about me?” you asked, your forehead pressed against his.

“you weren’t supposed to see that” he said with and embarrass smile, hiding his face in your neck.

“awww, but it was so cute!” you laughed, your hands touching his hair. “are you going to let me read it now that you know i like you too?”

“maybe…” he thought for a second, looking back at your eyes. “just if you give me another kiss” he smiled.

“i’ll give you a million of kisses anton” you replied connecting your lips once again.

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sugawhaaa · 4 months

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☆----CHIFUYU FANFIC

☆------------Pervert! Pt. 1

GENRE:: school friend, enemies to lovers [if you squint real hard]

A/N:: I think my girlfriend is mad at me and idk what I did but I'm shy to ask her if she is mad at me...I know she wouldn't care at all but I'm like ehehejwhrejwo

WARNINGS:: VULGAR LANGUAGE, MILD SEX TALK

Tags:: @main-character0

To you, chifuyu was like a friend of a friend of a distant friend. Long story short you weren't very close. You went through elementary school together and all the way until grade 9. He was a dick for most of his life until he started hanging out with this nerd with long dark hair. He suddenly became the nicest guy on earth and he was so laid back. Girls fell for him like flies but he was far too busy to ever give them a chance to talk to him.

You personally don't trust him for a second. There's no way an absolute asshole would instantly become this nice just because of one kid. It made no sense. Chifuyu and his nerd friend hadn't shown up for at least two weeks and you were sitting in class copying some notes. To your surprise, Chifuyu and his friend actually showed up to class. Chifuyu had a few bandages on his face and his friend had 1 or 2 as well. They sat next to you and you avoided looking at them and tapped your pencil on the desk. The girl in front of you turned around. Her name was Rina. She was a close friend of yours but she's fallen mad in love with Chifuyu despite talking to him only twice in her life.

"Oh my god, he's here!" She giggled with excitement. "And he sat next to you!" She smiled and kicked her feet.

"Unfortunately," you rolled your eyes. Rina huffed.

"Your expectations in men are way too high," she then spoke in a whisper and leaned closer. "I mean look at him. His beautiful eyes and his cute little smile," she sighed as she looked at him. She looked back at you and you hadn't even glanced at Chifuyu.

"Oh yeah, how could I forget the kid that used to throw food at kids in elementary school? Or the kid who used to spit on people," you scoffed. Rina rolled her eyes. You glanced over at Chifuyu and he was looking at you, really close.

"Oh you still remember me~" he giggled. You jumped not knowing he was so close to you. You backed up and frowned.

"Unfortunately," you sighed before putting a hand on your chin.

"Ouch," he seethed with a little smile. His friend laughed loudly and pushed him. Chifuyu fell off his chair and landed his head on your lap awkwardly. His friend laughed harder. You got flustered and pushed him. Of course that's when the teacher walked in.

"You pervert!" You shoved him and he fell on the floor.

"Hey, it was Baji's fault!" Chifuyu exclaimed. You frowned and shook your head.

"Would you like to take this to the principal?" She said with a hand on her hip as she stood in front of the three of you. Baji just laughed and the teacher scowled at him. That didn't stop him at all of course. "Chifuyu if you cause one more girl trouble in this class I'll send you to the principal's office," she said sternly. Chifuyu nodded. "Now sit in your chair," she pointed her marker to his chair. He sat on it and turned to face the front. "Sorry for the interruption. Since it is the first week of November..." the teacher continued her lecture.

She was discussing the new assignments of the month. She handed everyone a sheet of paper to start working on and you got to work. Baji and Chifuyu however did not. Baji was flicking something at Chifuyu. Small pieces of paper maybe? Or pencils? Either way they were being annoying.

The teacher stood up from her desk "SHHH!" She directed at Baji and Chifuyu. Chifuyu nodded and went back to his work however Baji...would much rather die. Baji then flicked a pen at Chifuyu but Chifuyu dodged and instead, it hit you right on the bridge of your nose. Of course, it was a metal pen.

"Ow!" You exclaimed and held your nose which started bleeding from the impact.

"That's it! Chifuyu! Baji! Y/N! Go to the principal right now!" The teacher stood up and pointed to the door. The three of you stood up and took all your belongings. Baji seemed to be having a blast with all this chaos. The three of you walked down the hall. Baji and Chifuyu chatted the whole time but you just listened in.

"Great, our first day back since...mobius and we're gonna be sitting in the principals office all damn day," chifuyu groaned.

"Oh, who cares about all this school bullshit anyone. We both know full well we could take Mr. Principal on easy peasy," Baji chuckled. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

"How lame," you muttered.

"What'd you just say?" Baji turned to you with a frown.

"I said how. Lame!" I frowned. This nerd really thought he could take on the principal and win. He took off his dorky glasses.

"Say that one more time I dare you." Baji grinned mischievously as he cornered you. You felt a strange vibe from him. You just looked away from him. "That's what I thought," he smiled all friendly again. So weird.

On the way to get to the office, you came across the washroom. Your nose had been bleeding this entire time but you were holding it in so you decided to finally wash up in the washroom. You started heading for the girls washroom and the boys looked at you.

"That ain't the office," Baji chuckled.

"I know Mr. Obvious, I need to use the washroom," you explained before going inside. The two of them followed. "Nope," you said as you pushed them back out. "Wait here. It'll take me 5 seconds," you sighed before walking back in. The two of them waited outside.

"Don't get us in trouble by taking too long," chifuyu said into the bathroom. The echo making his voice loud and clear in the washroom.

"I know I'm being as fast as I can," you said as you wiped up the blood. Damn, how did a pen hurt this much?

"Do you ever wonder what a girl's washroom actually looks like?" Baji asked Chifuyu while you were cleaning up.

"It probably looks like ours just...pink...and no urinals," chifuyu shrugged.

"It's not like I'm gonna go look! I'm not a creep!" Baji exclaimed.

"Never said you would," chifuyu shook his head.

"Aren't you curious?"

"No," chifuyu shrugged.

"What about..." Baji lowered his voice "Tampon dispensers?" He whispered. Chifuyu blushed and looked surprised.

"What the hell!? Why would you even think of that?"

"How do they work I mean..."

"I think they're kind of like the gumball and candy machines at baseball games," Chifuyu explained. "Are you that uneducated?" Chifuyu looked shocked.

"Well yeah I was busy fighting black dragon during sex-ed," Baji mumbled. You cleared your throat as you stood behind Chifuyu. He turned to look at you and blushed.

"We done?" You frowned.

☆--------at the office

"I understand. If you two don't start cleaning up your act and coming to school you'll get expelled or worse suspended. I'm sure your parents don't want to hear this," the principal lectured. Baji scoffed and looked away. "Baji...is there a problem?"

"Yeah maybe that you didn't consider that maybe Chifuyu’s parents are present in his life?" Baji snapped back at him. You looked shocked to hear this. You thought Chifuyu was a spoiled brat but...maybe not by this news.

Chifuyu kept his head down and his fists clenched.

"Baji please calm down," the principal spoke calmly. Baji gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. You stood in the corner waiting to see if Bajis gonna knock the lights out of the principal. Chifuyu put his hand of Bajis shoulder.

"It's okay Baji, just sit down. We've been through enough this week," chifuyu said softly.

Not long after you were dismissed from the office and sent home. You swung your bag on and went to meet your friends outside of the school. You told them what had happened today with Twiddle dee and Twiddle Dumb. All the girls were shocked that you were alone with both of them for at least an hour. As you were talking you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see Chifuyu.

"Can we talk? In private," chifuyu spoke sternly.

"Sure" you shrugged. He led you out back behind the school at the picnic tables. He sat on top of one of them.

"Listen...anything you heard about me and Baji's personal life today. Please don't go around spreading our personal lives," he spoke in a serious tone. "I don't know if you know what we're like outside of school, or if you even know who we are but...it's dangerous as shit alright?" He spoke in a serious tone. You had never seen him like this. He was usually so chill and didn't care about anything really. But now he was sincere and dire.

"I won't, I promise," you bowed in respect. Chifuyu smiled warmly. He nodded and hopped off the table. He started to walk away before stopping, he turned to you and spoke.

"You know I've never hit a girl before...and I don't want to. Please don't get into this," he said in a serious tone before walking off and meeting up with Baji.

Well that's a strange way to say goodbye...

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thehusbandoden · 7 months

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Hello Brain Damage! I hope you're doing okay. :) I had to actually stop every thing I was doing today cause I was so tired that I couldn't focus or work at all. That being said, (if you're not to busy, and I apologize if I'm overloading you with requests) I would really love to see how the MHA characters would react if the reader was just so tired they couldn't do anything, and I mean I was doing an online document and every few minutes I would stop to look for my paper (sadly there was no physical sheet). I literaly got 6 sentences down in an hour, it felt like I lost the ability to read. thankfully I'm much better after a nap! Have a lovely day, and take a break if you need one!! <3

A/n: you're too sweet. Don't overwork yourself and remember to get yourself some rest!! You're not overloading me at all, feel free to send as many requests as your heart desires! I hope this fits your taste, if not you can always send in another ask/comment and I'll fix whatever is needed! <33

Comforting Their Exhausted s/o

General info:

Genre: comfort/fluff \\ wc: 1,284 (in total) \\ characters: Hawks, Dabi, Bakuhoe

Hawks:

Oh, he will not stand for it. Nothing, and I mean nothing is allowed to torment his Babybird! Running like a madman, Hawks skids into your office, honey eyes squinting at your exhausted form.

"Babybird! This is unacceptable!" Hawks exclaimed, pouncing onto your lap.

"W-what is?!" You exclaim, holding onto Hawks larger form to stop the both of you from falling.

"You're exhausted my baby!"

"Oh.. I'm fine, baby. Really."

"But- your eyes have bags under them!"

"I'm fine, Bird brain. Now may I please get back to work?"

"No! No you may not!" Scooping you up in his arms, Hawks plops you onto your shared bed, laying ontop of you to stop you from squirming away from him.

"Let me go! I'm not afraid to-"

Shutting you up with a kiss, Hawks hums as he trails kisses from the top of your face down to your collarbone.

"You need rest, Darling." Hawks hums, pecking your lips twice before flipping you over, ending up with you laying on his chest.

"But-"

"No no no. Cuddle your hubby and then we can finish it together, mkay?"

Nodding fondly, you rest your head against Hawks chest, listening to his heartbeat with a wide smile on your face.

(The next morning; 10:02 a.m.)

"Babybird~"

"My darling~"

"Light of my life~"

"Darling~"

You awoke to a soft, heavenly voice and a series of strange pressure trailing along your face. Blinking open your eyes, you smile as Hawks kisses your entire face, sweetly calling you by his many pet names.

As he realized you were awake, Hawks grinned down at you, honey eyes shining with adoration.

"There you are goregous." Hawks cooed, kissing your lips sweetly.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down to lay on top of you, wrapping your legs across his winged back. "Hi handsome."

Smile widening, Hawks kissed you once more before nuzzling into you, sighing as you scratch the base of his wings.

"I made us breakfast.. but I'd like to stay like this for a little longer."

Giggling, you move one hand to play with his hair and the other to caress his back. "Okay, but only for a few minutes. I'm hungry."

Dabi:

You didn't even notice Dabi coming into the apartment, or even into your office. Your eyes were simply focussed on your screen, re-reading the same sentence for what seemed like the thousandth time.

You knew that you needed rest and that you weren't really getting any work done, but you needed to get this project done. Your boss was already breathing down your throat for submitting your last project late, and you couldn't afford being fired or having a pay decrease.

Since you and Dabi moved in together, you've both been working yourself to the bone, working almost 24-7 to try and provide for one another. Though it hurt his pride, Dabi just couldn't carry for the both of you due to his low income, and so you both heavily relied on your income, paying the bills plus most of the other expenseses with your semi lousy income.

Due to your growing exhaustion, you've been flailing, and your boss was nowhere near patient enough to deal with it; which simply put more stress on your shoulders.

Sighing, you rub your eyes; holding back tears yet again. You had to stay strong.

You loved Dabi. A lot, actually. You couldn't just give up and leave him to try and work himself dead just to make sure that you were comfortable and happy.

You had to be fine for him. He already sacrifices so much just to try and lessen your load by a little bit. "Just hold it in. He doesn't need to worry about me-"

You were interrupted by a pair of familiar lips being roughly pressed against your own, drowning your words out with ease. Once you got rid of your initial shock and started to kiss back, his lips were gone.

"What did you say?" Dabi growled, turquoise eyes piercing your e/c ones.

"I- I just didn't want to bother or worry you.." you sigh, eyes glued to Dabi's large hands that were currently holding onto your wrists.

"What are you talking about!? Y/n- you can't do that to me. If you're struggling, I need to be able to help you."

"But-"

"No buts. Put your shoes in mine."

Giggling, you brush the hair out of Dabi's face, looking up at him with your pretty doe eyes.

"Don't you mean 'put yourself in my shoes'?" You innocently ask, holding back your giggles as you study his face.

Opening his mouth, Dabi stopped before growling, moving himself to sit in your lap.

"Same thing. Now, what's bothering you?"

"It's nothing real-"

"If I have to ask again I won't be talking to you next time I'm struggling."

"Fine! Bully."

As you vented Dabi moved you into his lap, holding your form against his chest as he pet your hair, comforting you as best as he could. Though he didn't always know what to say when it came to comfort, he knew how to listen, and he knew how to silently show you he cared with gentle caresses and giving you your favorite seat; his lap.

After you were done venting he simply held you, quietly cooing words of comfort and affirmation into your ear, telling you how much he cared about you.

After holding you for a while you fell asleep, causing Dabi's cold and broken heart to soften, maybe even healing a little bit.

Tucking you against his chest, Dabi held you while you slept, caressing your arm, waist, and hip. Every few moments he would leave a gentle, loving kiss to your forehead. After a while of cuddling you, Dabi reluctantly slipped out of your hold, moving towards your computer.

Looking over what needed to be done, Dabi smirked. Nothing is going to stress his Babydoll out.

You woke up to your favorite breakfast in bed, a smiling Dabi, and a finished and turned in project. The rest of the day was filled with only one another.

Bakugou Katsuki:

"Oi. You need to get some sleep, idiot." Bakugo's loud voice rang from the kitchen, causing you to sigh.

"Baby, I need to get this project done, you know that!" You call, shutting your eyes for five seconds before trying to force yourself to read the words on the screen.

"No, sleep!"

"Sorry babe, I can't." You sigh, looking up at your fuming fiance.

"Yes, yes you can. You came over to have a sleep over, not to work." He grumbled, setting your plate of desert in front of you.

Smiling, you give him a kiss on his jaw as a thank you, eyeing your favorite home made treat appreciatively.

"Eat that, then get to sleep or I'm gonna take that laptop of yours away.

"Sweetie, you can't do that."

"Oh yes I can. I can do whatever I want, it's my place, and my girl's health!"

"Aww, are you saying you care about me~?"

"NO! I'm not. The- the light's annoying. That's all."

"Mhmm~"

Smirking at Bakugo, you move to sit down on the bed next to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you dig in.

"It's delicious, thank you baby." You whisper, pecking the pro hero's muscular shoulder.

"Yeah yeah, just finish eating."

Smiling fondly, you finish the dessert before wrapping your arms around Bakugo, pecking his lips. "Thank you, love."

"Yeah yeah." He murmured, wrapping his arms around you before bringing you to bed.

"Oh you little brat." You giggle, holding onto the man you loved with your entire being.

"Shhh sleep time. It's past our bedtime."

"Katsu-"

"Past. Bed. Time."

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sister-of-hitoshi · 1 month

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Begging on my hands and knees for a Warumono san x small chubby reader who has body image issues PLEASE- like he doesn't understand why humans feel so saddened about their bodies sometimes, or why they think skinny people look so attractive???((I'm going off the idea that for his alien culture, it's very much akin to Sparta types of likes and stuff, ie: everyone wants to be the strongest in order to serve their planet and help.))

To my lovely anon, this is my first ever ask!!! Thank you so much for having faith in me with your request (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) I hope it's alright ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

Sending loads of love your way<33

...You love me more??!!

Genre: Slight angst, fluff

Character: Warumono-san/Mr villain

Warnings: Body image issues ahead! Please love yourself <33

It was a regular day-off date at a nice cafe.

A regular day of admiring this tall and handsome man who had taken pity on your state a few days back and started to temporarily date with you.

Yes.....That's what you explained to yourself. There could be no other explanation.

It was just another day.

Another regular day of self-loathing.

You were never happy about yourself. At your home, you had even put some translucent sheets over your big wardrobe mirror as some sort of barricade which deterred you from seeing your full figure. You didn't care if you couldn't properly see which dress was more flattering on you, it was better than seeing your ugly, unflattering self. Yes...ugly.... unflattering...

"...There's no way that this hot guy would actually be in love with me." You muttered to yourself absent-mindedly, the other half of your brain busy admiring his sharp feautures. You were never going to believe that he was actually in love with you. You knew your place.

But what you didn't know was the extent of Mr hot guy's love for you.

For he was even willing to choose you over his lovely pandas.

Even though it had only been a little while, he became so open to you about almost everything- well everything except for his job and identity which were classified information. You were so soft to hug, just the right size for him to squeeze his chest when patting your head or booping your nose. You were just way too adorable. So much so that imagining you in a panda onesie was enough to make him cough up whatever food he was having at that moment and roll on the ground back at his home.

Right now at this quaint little cafe, as both of you were lost in thought about the other, you didn't fail to notice how his face suddenly became all serious as he scrunched up his brows.

Well it looks like even he's disgusted now.

He was about to say something when you beat him to it.

"I'll excuse myself to the washroom."

You didn't wait for his response and hurried away.

"Of course", you said to yourself. "Of fucking course."

You loved him so much, you were so scared that he was actually going to bring up his disinterest in you at the table, so you excused yourself first.

Your fist slammed beside the sink.

A coward. That's what you were.

"I knew it from the start... that's why I didn't try to love him too much but...what can I do when he's so good with me?..." You bit your lip hard, the air felt nauseous. It was getting hard to breathe.

"Why did he have to be so attractive and kind..."

It seems even your tears were mocking you, for they were fat, full of the weight of your misery.

"I hate myself, and I love him, and I hate that he has to date such a miserable looking person like myself"

With tears rolling down your cheeks and you using your hand to wipe your face to no avail, you turned around to leave the washroom and fetch some tissue papers from the dispenser. Seems like you couldn't even wipe off these ugly tears.

But before you could even comprehend it, you were swiftly hugged by strong, large arms.

"Y/n....what happened?"

A man with his familiar deep, soothing voice, voiced out his worry. This made you cry harder.

Mr villain felt akward, he didn't know how to comfort his favourite earthling who was crying like this infront of him, so he did what he thought calmed him the most when he was feeling stressed. He hugged you and patted your head.

"Oh it's nothing....But it's okay if you want to stop now....I know we are together only temporarily and I know too that...you don't really like this ugly unflattering thing that is me-"

"Y/n what are you saying?" He shook you by the shoulders. This was one of those very rare times when he was swiftly losing his composure. But he knew that he needed to comfort you right now. You are his top priority.

"You're my favourite. I love you..........even more than I love pandas"

Wait- wait what?

"No no- wait- pandas are your favourite, even a kid who sees you for the first time will get it... And you're telling me you love me more??!!"

You fake-gasped and started laughing a bit, finding it really absurd but more unbelievable.

He was glad that your tears that stopped now, and that he had internally taken snapshots of your face and saved them to his memory. He means- you looked so adorable even when crying. His poor heart could only take so much.

Deciding now was the best time, he confronted you.

"I heard everything Y/n."

His deep voice ran through your being, making you shiver. Your immediately became tensed. He noticed this. He only held you tighter.

"I really love you a lot, and I love hugging you too. Why would the way your body looks really affect my love? I love you for who you are"

You immediately looked up at him, and the sincerity in his eyes was enough to break all the bars of negativity that were caging you in.

"I appreciate that you like me too, so please accept that I love you, both you and your body, and I want you to love yourself the way I love you" He continued to look at you through his bangs, until he suddenly turned away from you.

"Iloveyourcuteness"

"Hmm? What was that? Can you please repeat it?" You were trying to lighten up the situation now, so you playfully pleaded him with those big doe eyes that always made him kneel and pull on his bangs even he even thought about them.

"I love your cuteness... you're adorable. The perfect size for me to hug and p-perfect for a kiss-"

You brought him down by the shoulders and kissed him on the nose.

He became so blushy, his eyes became glossy, he was so awkward and genuine, your love for him grew tenfold, while his for you grew manifold.

It seems that everything that you had claimed to know about your situation was entirely wrong. But this was a wrong that felt right.

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"So why were you scrunching up your brows at me and making a serious face back then? I thought I had offended you...haha, sorry if that's the case though" you said, looking at him bashfully while scratching your cheek.

"You don't need to be sorry, it was just me trying to imagine you with a panda costume...sort of"

"Oh."

The response did little to conceal your vibrant blush. You internally screamed and kicked your feet, he was soooo cute being all mumbly and blushy, you'd definitely make it a point to surprise him with it later, heheh!

Well looks like you'll have to say 'bye-bye' to those sheets now.

#fluff #fanfic #kyuujitsu no warumono san #mr villain's day off #mr villain x reader #warumono x reader #mr. villain's day off #cutie pie #little angst #warumono san

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madlittlecriminal · 10 months

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Hey! I saw you were writing for Dick Grayson and I am a huge simp. 😭 I was wondering if you would write a fic where the reader is pregnant and stuff and ducks brothers want a boy but it ends up being a girl during the gender reveal. Just overall chaotic batfam :) thank you so so much

Baby Grayson ⥇ Dick Grayson × Pregnant!Female!Reader

trust me, im a simp for this man too. i have two McFarlene Toys of him and I love it lol. i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: batboys banter, i made harley be with Ivy sue me, selina and bruce are also a thing

Pregnancy was difficult, but thanks to your boyfriend and his brothers, it was a bit easier. However, they were a handful sometimes, especially when arguing about the gender of your baby.

"I have my bet on the little one being a boy!" Tim said with a grin on his face. "Well, Bruce does have some luck with boy, doesn't he?" You asked, causing the four boys to roll their eyes. "First of all, I'm the only one who is actually related to him by blood. The rest of them are not." Damian crossed his arms, and you chuckle at the young Wayne. "Relax, Damian. Plus, don't you already know the gender?" Dick raised a brow at his little brother, and he shook his head. "I gave the paper to dad since I knew Tim would try to get it out of me and well, Jason is sneaky, so he would've found the paper if he really wanted to know the gender."

Jason shrugged. "Probably a wise decision. Now that I know though, I might sneak around Bruce's room to find it." You shake your head. "Jason, you know he's smart. He probably gave it to Alfred or Selina." Jason groaned at your words, knowing you had a point. Dick snorted. "I wouldn't put it past him if he gave it to Harley. After her and that clown broke up and she's gotten with Ivy, she's nicer, but still bad."

"Master Bruce gave me the slip, gentlemen. However, he has instructed me to not say a word until he and Selina arrive from their outing." Damian rolled his eyes. "Why do we always have to wait? We've been waiting since we found out (Y/N) was pregnant and then we had to wait two more weeks because they're always away!"

"That could've been avoided if you didn't give me the sheet of paper, Damian." Bruce entered the living room with Selina by his side. "You feeling okay, (Y/N)?" You nodded. "Thanks Bruce. If anything, I'll send Dick to get me what I need." Jason snorted. "Walk him like a dog, (Y/N)!" All of you laughed and Bruce shook his head. "Well, since Selina, Alfred and I know the gender, I want to know what you all think?"

"Boy," the boys said in unison and you gasp at Dick. "Really?" He chuckled. "Yeah! Even if our baby isn't a boy, I'll love them anyway." You rolled your eyes. "Well, I don't care. As long as they're healthy, that's the only thing that matters to me." Bruce gives you a small smile. "That's good. Anyway, the boys are wrong. It's a girl." The boys' jaws dropped, and you smiled so hard, your cheeks began to hurt. "Congratulations Dick and (Y/N)! Dick, if you're going to teach her acrobatics, let her decide if she wants to be in this life, okay?" He nods. "You got my word, grandpa!" He chuckled. "Yeah, but this grandpa still got it, don't you think, Sel?" She giggled and nodded. "You got that right, babe." She winked at him and the boys gagged. "Oh grow up! Especially you Dick, you're literally going to be a father! I don't want to hear it from you!"

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #dick grayson #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing #nightwing x you #dc universe #dceu #dcau #asks #ask #anonymous asks #anon asks #anonymous #anon ask

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crushedgraham · 7 months

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A fic with Mercy x fem!Reader where reader is afraid of needles and only agrees to let Angela give her the shot she needs to get instead of her actual doctor? 🤍

You're My Silver Lining

sorry for the really inconsistent updating! im slowly getting through requests but work and school have been taking up most of my time 😞 enjoy :3

Training season and new recruits were right around the corner which was unfortunately your least favorite time of the year. Everything was too hot and busy but above all; you had to get your shots.

Vaccines were a top priority during these times to ward off flu's and sicknesses from the close proximities of trainees working with one another. They were the bane of your existence.

The entire process made you feel sicker than a flu would - everything from the smell of the sanitary products to the gleaming needle. Angela was the only silver lining in these situations. Before you had gotten together, you would always see your appointments as opportunities to get close to the doctor (cough only scheduling when she was free cough cough).

But lately the newer recruits have been getting a little too desperate for her attention, she was completely booked which meant you would have to get through the shots without her support - you were fucked.

Your hands fidgeted, clammy fingertips picking at the paper sheet on the medical bed. The unfamiliar environment made things worse. Once your bond with Angela grew, she started doing your shots in her office because it was a lot cozier. Now you were stuck in the fluorescent lit white room that reeked of chemicals.

The sudden knock on the door makes you jump, your heart skipping a beat as it slowly opens to reveal a younger woman in a long doctors coat.

"Hello Agent L/N, I'll be your doctor for today"

You don't meet her eyes instead focusing on her creased white sneakers. The sound of the doctor's palms rubbing hand sanitizer into the skin and the snap from her latex gloves twists your stomach in knots.

"We're just going to be doing two shots, a general vaccine and the seasonal flu vaccine."

The needle between her fingers approaches you sending ice throughout your veins. Suddenly you're panicking because who was this stranger that's trying to give you a shot? That's a task that only Angela was allowed to do. Then before you know it, you're arm is dodging the needle, twisting your body away from the doctor.

"Angela."

"Excuse me...?"

"I need Angela. Dr. Ziegler."

The doctor gives you a strange look, almost judgmental.

"Dr. Ziegler's unavailable at the moment"

"Please, just tell her my name and that it's an emergency"

The woman huffs and sets the needle back down on the sterilized tray. She throws her gloves into the trashcan and you watch her back as she leaves the room. A wave of relief washes over you and you drum your fingers lightly against the thin bed to pass the time.

When the door flings open and you see Angela with a worried expression your heart skips a beat again but this time it's from love not fear.

"Liebling? What's wrong? Dr. Choi told me there was an emergency. Are you hurt??"

She pushes herself in between your thighs, her hands run across your body to check for any injuries that might've been the cause of your outburst. Blue eyes, gleaming behind her glasses, scan your own worriedly.

"...I guess I got so used to you being there to comfort me that I forgot how scary shots normally are."

Angela gives you a look of disbelief and puts her face in her hands with a small laugh of relief. Then she meets your eyes once more with a more serious look. She pinches at your cheeks with furrowed eyebrows.

"Du hast mich erschreckt! I thought you were hurt!"

You whine and push at her hands in pain.

"I am hurt! Emotionally"

She lets out a chuckle while shaking her head. You watch as she goes through the same process of sanitizing her hands then putting gloves on.

"Righttt"

Angela picks up a new needle and stabs it into a small glass jar, filling it with the vaccine. She approaches you, sparing you a knowing look as you cower away when she places her left hand on your arm.

"Take deep breaths for me Liebling"

Your heart rate kicks up but you close your eyes and follow her instructions. Her hand moves up to caress your face when suddenly a mix of sensations flood your body. Though the sting from the shot doesn't compare to the soft kiss she quickly placed on your lips at the same time.

The doctor discards of the empty needle and returns back between your thighs. You throw your arms around her waist while burying your head into the collar of her coat.

"That was mean!"

Angela laughs while placing her own arms around your neck, mindlessly playing with the ends of your hair.

"But it was a good distraction, no?"

You don't respond because you both know she's right so you just stay there, content to lay in her arms.

"Liebling? We still have another shot to do"

"Ugh no!"

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Liebling - Darling

Du hast mich erschreckt - You scared me

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #mercy x reader #angela ziegler x reader #angela ziegler #mercy overwatch #mercy ow

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vayshkarell · 3 months

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How I Made my V2 Cosplay

Oh boy! This right here is about how I make my cosplay head of V2. Some of the stages don't have photos, but i'll do my best to explain what I did. I also have no WIPs of the gloves, but those were super straight forward. Some photos are very low quality due to my phone having a damaged camera at the time, and other photos were taken from my instagram story as they're the only photos I have from that stage. Please note that this is not a tutorial! This is more of a story of a disastrous (but ultimately successful) project done by someone with no idea what they were doing. Please find actual tutorials by more experienced people!

The Modeling Base

This right hear is a big chunk of upholstery foam! I own a ton of this stuff, so i decided the best way to start this was a foam blank. Well, this was a bad idea in retrospect, but hey it technically worked. Kinda. I started by drawing the basic shape, then cutting out thick sheets. From there, I glued them together and began shaping with scissors to get the desired shape. Honestly a 3D modeled blank may have been better, or a base made of foam board pieces used instead. Live and learn I suppose.

After I got the shape to something i was happy with, I began the transition to EVA foam. To do this, I mummified the thing in duct tape and marked seam lines in sharpie. I then cut out these duct tape pieces, and stuck them to paper to act as a backing.

Foam Shell Construction

Once I had a pattern, I began making the actual head. To do this, I traced the pattern onto sheets of EVA foam (I believe 4mm or 6mm) and cut them out. Lots of these pieces needed bevels, some of which i had to dremel as shown below due to them not cutting correctly. Bevels are important as they make the foam crease as desired for angular shapes. I'm still pretty amateur with it though, and frequently got bevels wrong.

As I cut pieces, I began gluing them together with an awful gunk called contact cement. This stuff is a special glue that you let dry before sticking the pieces together, and it pretty cool. Unfortunately it's flammable and a carcinogen. As stated before, I'm pretty new to armor, so lots of the seams have weird gaps I had to fix farther down the line. After quite awhile, I had the basic shell assembled. However, the shell had numerous gaps and pieces that didn't fit correctly. Enter the foam clay.

Foam clay is a substance similar to model magic, and was honestly a life saver here. This thing has a second shell basically made of the stuff. I had to fill gaps primarily around the eye socket, but the entire thing honestly barely fit together.

After some filling and sanding, I made a test optic. And the head looked preeeety bad. There was something just incredibly off about it. This began the massive amounts of revising and reshaping I had to do. And fixing of awful symmetry. The head required a massive amount of sanding around the sides of the face and the chin. Between initial construction and when I began painting, I completely reshaped these areas. I made the chin significantly smaller, and added the indents or whatever (fins?) on the side of the head. However, doing all of this required me to fill in chunks of the interior with large wads of foam clay. If I hadn't done so, then I would've sanded through it in places. I also made the awful decision to gap fill with hot glue. If you've not dremeled hot glue, I don't recommend trying it. It melts the glue and sends globs of it flying, and those things are hot and really hurt.

After even more sanding, gap filling, and re-sanding, I finally got the shape to something i was happy with. Unfortunately I don't have any photos from just before painting.

Priming and Painting

The next step was for me to slather this thing in primer so it could be painted. I use Plastidip, as a tutorial i saw years ago said it was the best primer. Why does it need primed? I'm not actually entirely sure, but it's what I've heard needs done, so that's what I do.

Plastidip is a spray, so I of course did this outside. After a ton of coats, I was left with a shiny surface ready for the paint. Not much to say on primer.

Due to not currently having a functional airbrush, V2 is entirely hand painted. I coated this guy in red paint, and i mean coated the entire thing. Even areas I'd later paint black. Quick tip: Don't do that. It's a waste of paint. But i did it anyway cause I'm a dumbass. I also had issues when doing the black with getting it to stick, and when removing tape it caused some paint to peal off too. I originally had painted a barcode on the side of the head, but removing the tape took the black paint off too. Sooooo no bar code.

Once I got the shell painted, I did the optic. The test optic I used was marker on unicorn buckram, but that stuff is really hard to see through, the markers looked bad, and I couldn't pain it without clogging the mesh (due to not having an airbrush and having to do it by hand.) So, I got different mesh: a larger weave black mesh. This stuff I was actually able to hand paint, thus how I got the iris I did.

The Gloves

The gloves were, frankly, rushed. I bought a pair of cheap black costume gloves online, and then glued foam to em. For the gloves, I just used paper patterns to make the foam pieces. No fancy patterning here, just drawing shapes. After cutting the foam, I hot glued it, and then painted them. No priming on these, cause I was lazy and had a con coming up.

Conclusion

So that's about it! Thank you for reading this monster of a post! I'm hoping to eventually do a V1 head, so I'll be repatterning the V unit head soon. When I do, I'll probably make an actual tutorial. I dunno. We'll see.

#ultrakill #ultrakill v2 #ultrakill cosplay #cosplay #robot cosplay

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sorceress-foxgirl-ariel · 2 months

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*A letter appears before you*

Hello,

I was wondering if it would be possible to acquire a P.L.E.B. (Platinum Lead Explosive Bullet, the one that blew up the evil sorcerer dude). I am willing to pay with up to 25 lbs of gold.

I know that this seems like a lot, but I feel that the shoulder-mounted artillery I produced for the P.L.E.B. is living up to its fullest potential.

- @gun-sorcerer

[I awaken suddenly, jolting up and slamming my face into the letter]

ah! afffffghh! what the fuck-?!

[I pull the letter of my face and read it]

the... the what....? what was- oh that thing. where's my fucking paper?

[I grab a sheet of bindpaper and start writing]

"Hello,

I was actually working on a new design prototype before I fell asleep was interrupted. I could send a copy of the current blueprints along with the engineering notes on the finalized old v1; I don't have one built anymore. I could also build a second v1, but I'll need the materials or at least covering of the costs.

Come to the Wizard Island docks if you wish to discuss further."

[I tie the two letters together with an invisible string and both disappear.]

#sorceress rp

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silcoitus · 11 months

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Hi! Some thoughts about Silco taking care of sick Reader and the other way around? 💓

Sorry I took so long to get to this one!

So I def went into how Silco handles being sick in the last bullet of this ask (spoiler alert: he's a big baby about it lmao) though I didn't go into specifics about the actual care so I'll expand a bit!

Sick Reader

Sneeze just once, cough just once, and Silco will be trying to quarantine you "for your own good." He's seen too many people in the Undercity without good healthcare undone by simple sicknesses and ailments to let you fall victim to it if he can help it.

He'll make you your favorite soup and hand deliver it on a tray along with hot tea with honey and a card drawn in crayon from Jinx. If you ask sweetly in that voice he's can't say "no" to, he'll even spoon feed it to you. (Only a few bites, never the entire bowl. The man has lots of work to attend to, after all.)

With nothing to do but rest in bed, you'll inevitably grow bored, so he'll scour his library of books and bring you stacks of ones you haven't read yet, each book accompanied with a small note that you use as a bookmark. Sometimes the notes are his thoughts on the book and sometimes they're just a few sentences telling you that he loves you and hopes you get better soon.

The Silco-imposed quarantine is not without slight ulterior motive: he does this to ensure you actually rest but also does so to lower the chances he'll catch whatever you have. This will last about two days where he's very good about keeping his distance while still caring for you, with the help of Jinx.

But by the third day, he'll miss physical contact with you so much that he'll make up some excuse that you're "surely no longer contagious" and will climb into bed with you to press his face into your chest. This of course leads to...

Sick Silco

As you're coming off of your sickness, Silco starts his. But, he's stubborn and a workaholic, so he'll attempt to work through it, only prolonging the time he spends sick.

He won't rest until he sneezes or coughs during a Chembaron Assembly, sending all pairs of eyes to stare daggers at him at that tiny hint of weakness. He'll of course make up some excuse ("Finn, that sorry excuse for 'cologne' is worse than the gasses from the fissures.") before adjourning the meeting hastily and retreating to bed.

When finally he does try to sleep, he does so in short spurts. One hour, he'll be snoozing, the next, you'll catch him in his bathrobe, standing hunched over his desk trying to work on "just one more thing." You'll shoo him to his room and then reach a compromise by bringing him some of the easier jobs to do from bed. After some time working, he'll inevitably pass out in the middle of it and you'll clean up the litter of papers strewn across the sheets, handing them off to Sevika to finish up.

Silco tolerates soup. He does not enjoy it. But he'll thank you nonetheless when you make him some. When you offer to spoon feed it to him, he'll dismiss you with the narrowing of his eyes, unamused.

He does, however, allow Jinx to feed him. She takes it very seriously and concentrates really hard so she doesn't spill any. Silco always thanks her after each spoonful and tells her he "can manage alone now" but she insists she do the entire bowl. He'll tousle her hair afterward and send her on her way.

When Silco's sick, administering his eye medication is a nightmare. He won't sit still long enough for you to do it, so you have to grip his chin tight to hold him steady. It's a blessing in disguise he's incapable of blinking the corrupted eye; you can only imagine how much more difficult it would be if he could squeeze his eye shut in protest.

When finally, he's no longer contagious and feeling well enough to work, he'll apologize for resisting rest. (But will still continue to do so every single time because he doesn't learn and again, he's a stubborn man.)

Thanks for this, anon! I hope you enjoyed the lil headcanons.

As always, my inbox is open for Silco or Silco/reader requests for headcanons or drabbles!

#silcoitus #headcanons #silco headcanons #silcoitus answers #sick silco #silco x you #silco x reader

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rinny-rae · 3 months

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The Commission part 1

lel I've never posted any of my writing before so here I go embarrassing myself to death.

Gortash x f!Tav/OC

NSFW, mdni

Part 1 of 3

《Summary》

Solan (Tav) wants to paint the archduke like one of her french girls

This is a part of a much larger story but i don't expect anyone to give half a shit so just ignore the parts that sound like plot.

《Mood》

NSFW but relatively wholesome. Playful & bratty.

Gort is a big ol' simp who lets Sol do whatever she wants with him.

《Content Warnings》

Teasing, bondage, oral sex

《Word Count》

1.5k

🖤🖤🖤

"You promised to pose for a painting, remember?"

Solan sat cross legged in the middle of the dining table, stirring cream into her steaming coffee. She wore a modest pink dress that cost as much as a merchant might make in a year. It was one of the cheapest things Enver has ever seen her in.

"So be it. I will set you up in the office," he said, flipping through the newspaper. "You can paint while I work."

Solan pinched the edge of the newspaper and pulled it away from his face. Enver watched, not letting her take it but not resisting either.

"I was thinking of painting in the bedroom," Solan said.

"Great, now I'm worried," he said, looking entirely unworried.

"It will be fun," She said and bit her lip.

"Fun for whom, Solan?" He asked, letting the paper go. Solan swung it in a wide arc, sending sheets fluttering up into the air.

"I didn't take you for a coward," she said, sliding across the table toward him.

Enver had long ago decided that this creature’s existence was his master testing him. The purpose of the test, however, remained a mystery.

Solan perched on the edge of the table and kicked him playfully. The hem of her dress rode up, exposing her pale thighs. They could use a few bite marks. Enver looked away, banishing the thought.

Solan took a sip of her coffee and winced, then blew on it and put it down.

"I'll even let you keep your little magic robe on if you wish," she said, trying to catch the laces of his shirt between her toes.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and stood up.

"The scribe will get you all you need," he said, swiping her coffee. He sipped it, winced and sipped it again.

"Careful, it's hot," she called after him as he left the room, the drink still in hand.

***

"May I inquire what the rope is for?" Enver asked, unlacing his shirt.

With her fingers, Solan formed a rectangular frame, looked through it, then shook her head. She repeated the process several times before stationing the canvas at the foot of the bed.

"Nothing nefarious," she said. Chewing her lip, she moved the canvas to the left side of the bed. “Probably won’t even need it,” she added.

Enver shrugged off his coat, then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his shirt. Solan watched him, much like a snake might watch a mouse. Desire danced in her pale eyes, of that much he was sure. Beyond it lay an unfathomable void. A hollow, haunted emptiness. He picked up his coat and held it for a moment. Solan knew not the effect she had, why ruin her fun? He folded the coat and put it away.

"Get comfortable," Solan said. "These things take a while."

"I've had portraits painted before, dear," he said, fluffing up the pillows. Time in Banehold taught him enough tricks to deal with a little unease.

Solan took brushes out of a box, examining each. She flicked the bristles of each with her thumb, then checked the tips before placing them down before her.

"Gods, take off your boots when you're in bed, Enver," she said before moving on to examining the paints, "were you raised by the wolves?"

"The devils, actually," he said, kicked off a boot and tossed it in her direction. The second landed inches away from her bare feet. Solan threw the tubes of paints down.

"This is what the rope is for, Enver," she said and pounced on top of him.

It would have taken him no effort to throw her off. Instead, he watched with interest as she wrestled his hands up and tied them together.

"This won't be great for circulation," he said, looking his bindings over.

Solan yanked the rope, forcing his arms above his head. She paused, considering his words, but shrugged dismissively and tied them to the top of the headboard.

"Don't worry," she said and resumed her preparation.

He raised an eyebrow expecting her to finish the sentence but she seemed to have forgotten about him. There was a metaphor for gods and humans in there somewhere.

The rope only felt uncomfortable until your hands fell asleep. After that you forgot all about it. Enver relaxed into the pillows and waited. Solan placed the last tube of paint before her. She squinted, examining the composition.

"Missing something," she said, biting her lip.

"Perhaps if I wasn't so limited in my movements, " he suggested, foolishly optimistic.

"Hmm, that's not it, " Solan moved the canvas closer to the bed.

He watched in silence as she fussed over her workspace. After so many years, the girl arranged all the tools just as he had shown her. He huffed, pushing away the feeling of pride that began swelling in his chest.

"Aha, got it!" Solan snapped her fingers, hopped onto the bed and began unlacing his trousers. He shifted to get out of her grasp.

"Come on, take this seriously, " he said, smirking, and squeezed his knees, toppling her over.

"No, no, I promise I know what I'm doing," she said, giggling, and began pulling at the laces with her teeth instead. "It'll look far better than those portraits you have strewn about the city," she added, winking.

"I expect perfection," he said and lifted his hips to help her get the rest of his clothes off.

Once he was fully nude, Solan began sketching, pausing to adjust the pillows or his position. She had a habit of putting things in her mouth while thinking and soon a thick streak of graphite ran across her lips. She looked just like the first time they met, a hundred lifetimes ago.

"There, " she said looking from the sketch to her subject.

His hands had long ago fallen asleep.

"Don't take too long, " he said, "I've things to do.”

Solan ignored him, examining her work.

"This is all wrong, Enver," she frowned and bit the graphite stick in half, "it's missing something."

"I'm sure it's lovely, " he said, rolling out his stiff shoulders, "and I'm sure it will never see the light of day."

Solan’s eyes snapped to his, her frown deepening. Not breaking eye contact she climbed into the bed and knelt between his legs.

"Sol," he said, pulling away, "Solan, what are you doing?"

Solan ran her nails along his inner thigh.

"Let's focus on painting, shall we, dear?" he said, swallowing back an unwelcome pang of anxiety.

"The painting…" Sol said, in a low voice that broke no argument, "... is missing something, Enver."

She cupped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. He groaned, partly enjoying her touch, partly frustrated at himself for playing along. She brushed her lips against the tip of his cock, sending shivers down his spine.

"So eager, " she laughed and pulled her mouth away. His cock, now fully hard, slapped against his stomach.

Solan resumed her sketch. After several silent minutes, Enver relaxed, losing himself in thought. He ought to be flattered that she took such interest in him but did he enjoy the touch of danger that permeated their play time? The jury was still out.

Her voice, girlish yet commanding, snapped him back.

"No, Enver, you have to stay hard, " she said, grabbing his cock with far less ceremony than before.

"Deepest apologies, " he said and rolled his eyes. She dug her nails into his thigh and dragged, leaving red marks. Inexplicably, his body responded just as she wanted it to.

This time Solan didn't stop. She licked the palm of her hand and began stroking him, gently at first, then faster. Her hand didn't fit all the way around and, while generally pleasant, her efforts were ineffectual.

"Use your mouth," he suggested. She obliged and slid her tongue along the underside of his cock. He struggled against his restraints, yearning to lend some assistance.

"Are you trying to escape?" Solan looked up, flicking the tip of his penis with her tongue.

"Let me help," he said, "or we may be here a while."

Solan smiled, then took him in as far as her mouth allowed. He thrust his hips just right, hitting the back of her throat again and again. Her eyes welled up, she squeezed them shut but didn't resist.

"That's perfect, " he moaned, fighting against the ropes for a better position, "good.. good girl. You're going to make me.."

Just.. A few.. More..

Solan pulled away, letting his cock flop helplessly once again.

"I'm going to what, Enver?" She asked and wiped tears from her eyes.

He breathed heavily, eyes squeezed shut. His mind had not yet registered what his body already had. Enver felt the bed shift, then heard the sound of brush on canvas.

#gortash x oc #gortash x tav #bg3 fic #bg3 smut #bg3 fanfiction #gortash smut #bg3 gortash #enver gortash #lord gortash

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apotodiplodocus · 9 months

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OK so I've never actually had a tumblr before today so I'm still very new to how it all works, I hope I don't miss something! Just going to be updating whats on my AO3 to here and if anyone has any questions I'll answer those!

SECURITY

Chapter 1

Your desk is a mess of papers, preparing a presentation for a client that you were meeting in 10 minutes, your eyes threatening to spin straight out of their sockets. Your job used to be simple before this project came up, you just had to worry about emails and excel sheets, but now you had to actually talk to clients. The area being a bit shady there were a lot of crummy clients who wanted more than just the project information and now you were tasked with dealing with them. Though, this was your first big project and you had tirelessly been working to make it perfect hoping it could be enough to get the promotion management has been dangling over your head the past two months. You needed that money to send back to your family, it would be life-changing for them if you could just send them a little more a month.

Wrapped up in thoughts of your family you didn’t notice your manager approaching you nervously, nor the second set of footsteps behind her. She cleared her throat for your attention which you gave, a frazzled look upon your face.

“Good afternoon yn. Are you ready for your presentation?” She said keeping her focus on you like she was worried about something; you took it as a fear that the project would fall through.

“Yes, I’ve been preparing for weeks so don’t worry if I can just get to the end of my presentation, I’m sure Mr Komaji will be hooked!” You smiled reassuringly at her and she cleared her throat again, more out of anxiety than the need for attention.

“Yes, well… I feel it’s only fair I make you aware of Mr Komaji’s… Track record. You see he can get rather, how do I put it? Handsy? Please just keep your distance and stay focused on the presentation, try not to get side-tracked with a conversation outside of what he needs to know for work. Plus you won’t be in there alone we’re sending a security officer in with you, just to be safe. This is-“ She quickly pauses and takes a breath as if scared to even say his name as you finally notice the man behind her. “Gyutaro Shabana.” She finishes shuddering like the sound of his name was disgusting to her senses. You felt as if she was unnecessarily rude.

Your eyes flickered to him as he stepped out from behind her, your position sat down making him seem so tall, you can’t believe you didn’t notice him before. You notice he had dyed his hair green and let it grow out revealing his black roots, was dyed hair even allowed here? You couldn’t remember, but you couldn’t help but think his hair and birthmarks on his face just made him so incredibly unique. Did you like unique before? Who knows, but you know it looks good on him.

“Nice to meet you, Mr Shabana, I’m looking forward to working with you! I’ll be in your hands today.” You flashed a bright smile. Your reaction made him look weirded out and he bristled at what you called him.

“Gyutaro, I don’t like being called Shabana.” He says looking away from you, hands in his uniform pockets. It seems like he took liberties with his uniform as well as his hair, the uniform you were accustomed to being much neater. He had disregarded the tie and fleece, popped open the top couple of buttons of his shirt and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, allowing you a view of the way the muscles of his arms rippled when he moved ever so slightly. You hadn’t thought his arms could be that ripped for such a skinny guy. Clearing your throat after your blatant staring, a light blush crept up your neck and down from your ears.

“OK, Gyutaro, I can do that. Will you be OK to go in… Crap! Now?” You exclaimed after checking your watch. You quickly gathered your materials and locked your computer, barely hearing his acknowledgement in the sound of an amused hum at your panic. You scurried to the meeting room, you had to pass through ten doors to get to the meeting room and for all except the very last door he had walked through, not holding the door open or waiting for you as you fumbled with your folders trying to keep pace with him. It irked you a little bit, but it wasn’t really his job to hold the doors open.

When you did reach the meeting room door, Gyutaro waited for you to catch up before walking in first, holding the door open for you. You thanked him with a smile, the much taller man looking away with what you hoped was a faint blush on his ears. Turning your attention to the balding man sitting at the conference table. He stands up and goes to shake your hand but Gyutaro steps in, putting a hand between you and Mr Komaji.

“Hands off.” He states as if a handshake was not normal business practice, but you couldn’t help but be thankful since you had caught him staring at your legs.

“I feel a bit offended you thought you would need a guard to sit in with us.” He declares, and you realise this is going to be a bigger pain than you thought. The man backed off and sat back down, patting the seat next to him. Gyutaro bristles and you realise just how tall he actually is while staring at his back, it seems like he was slouching on the way over but had straightened up before going into the room. Shaking your head you refocused on the man but sat on the other side of the table from him, away from the door.

“Sorry Mr Komaji, it’s policy.” It was in fact not policy, but you needed this project, so you couldn’t let him get offended.

Gyutaro moves to stand behind your seat, crossing his arms. While you are blissfully unaware of Gyutaro’s expression, Komaji can barely look in your direction, sheer intimidation making him hesitant.

Eventually, your presentation starts and Komaji slowly gets used to Gyutaro’s presence, he becomes bold once more, blatantly staring at any exposed flesh and your chest. You feel so naked under his gaze, but Gyutaro makes you feel ten times safer. Gyutaro has positioned himself barely a foot away from your chair, he’s so close you can hear his breathing go from calm to aggravated the bolder Komaji becomes. The more you thought about the safety that oozed from the man behind you, feeling at home in his ‘protection bubble’ the less you focused on the presentation. You stumble over yourself and Komaji decides it’s the perfect time to push boundaries, thinking you stumbled because you were too distracted by him.

“There, there my dear-“ As he reached across the table to grasp the back of your hand, his own is snatched away.

“Hands to yourself. I won’t say it again.” The man flinches at Gyutaro’s touch and after a moment of surprise, wrenches his hand from your guard’s grip. Not-so-subtly Komaji uses hand sanitiser as if he could catch something from Gyutaro. You tense and clench your fist in anger, how rude could this man be? You want to rip him a new one for disrespecting Gyutaro when he was just doing his job, but a snicker from Gyutaro stops you. You visibly relax and take a calming breath in. Hold, and then breathe out. Putting on your best customer service smile you continue your presentation.

After 5 minutes as you’re about to finish, the radio on Gyutaro’s belt goes off, beeping and screeching. You turn to look, and he meets your eye, holding it up for you to see.

“I’ll be right back. I’ll be right outside the door.” He declares pointedly staring at Komaji, who doesn’t even acknowledge him. He leaves an eye trained on the man all the way until the door closes behind him. It’s muffled but you can hear him talking to someone. You turn back to Komaji to continue but notice he’s now stood up, looking down at you in such a predatory way you freeze, feeling more prey than human. He was not as deterred by Gyutaro as you had hoped, as he approaches the door he begins to speak.

“Now that insect is gone, we can really get to business.” He attempts to purr out, and you hear the awful sound of the door lock clicking quietly. As he now approaches you, he starts complimenting your figure, saying awful, vile things. Your heart pounds and hot bile rises in your throat, contradicting the cold shiver that ripples and waves down your spine.

He stops not too far from you and as you are frozen, he takes a moment to drink you in, apparently not worried about Gyutaro on the other side of the door. You want to call out to him, but the fear has you turned to stone.

“Since I’ve locked the door, he’ll have to go to the security office on the other side of the building to get the keys. That’ll give us at least 5 minutes to conclude our business.” He growls on the approach again. The flinch from the impending sense of doom renders you able to move at last and your paralysed vocal cords return as you scream for Gyutaro. The volume makes the man pause as he watches the door.

“Shut up, you little bitch, you need my money, don’t you? Now be a good little whore and give yourself to me.” He snarls. It was only a few seconds, but your heart threatens to screech to a stop until you hear heavy footsteps pound towards the door. Gyutaro’s body slams against the door, it rattling the frame. The vibrations again draw the man’s attention away from you and you take the momentary distraction to quickly stand up and retreat to the back of the room, Komaji blocking your way to the door. The door handle rattles violently and there are a few good slams which you assume is Gyutaro’s shoulder.

Komaji looks slightly perturbed at the strength Gyutaro clearing has to be shaking even the doorway, but stalks towards you nonetheless confident he still has time. As he starts closing in, however, there is an enormous bang, and the sound of splintering wood greets your ears. Looking at the door you don’t even get the chance to see Gyutaro at the door before he’s in front of you, taking Komaji to the ground. Trying to take in the situation, you first focus on what the sound was and see the door almost in shreds, having been kicked in, an amazing show of strength. You look to the men on the ground and see Gyutaro holding the man’s arms up to his shoulder blades, one knee to the side of Komaji and the other pressing down just below Komaji’s arms.

“I’m sure a guy like you is so used to things going your way, aren’t you? How great for you man. Not that a could be envious of a creepy parasite like you. You clearly have enough money to think her silence can be bought, don’t you? Goood for you man. How unlucky for you that I’m here though.” Gyutaro snarls accentuating his point by pushing Komaji’s arms further up his back and you hear a quiet popping sound right before Komaji yells in pain.

It's weird for you to admit but it does something to you, seeing Gyutaro’s prowess despite looking unassuming. Your eyes are fixed on the flex of his biceps against the straining fabric of his shirt.

“Get off me you wretch! I swear I’ll report you for misconduct and assault! Both of you! And you-!” His eyes fix on you, and the pent-up stress makes your legs weak, sliding down the wall behind you “The project is off! I’ll make sure no one gives you anything again! That’ll keep you quiet won’t it bitch? Being unable to send money to your precious family! You stupid-!” Gyutaro is pushing upwards again, Komaji thrashing below him.

“Eyes on me, cretin. Don’t look at her, don’t speak to her, don’t think about her. I’m the one you should be worried about right now.” Gyutaro growls. If you didn’t feel so ridiculous that would have been hot, you may have even had to fan yourself. You snap out of your stupor and get up on shaky legs and put a hand on Gyutaro’s shoulder. His head whirls around but his expression softens when he sees your fear, it somewhat reminding him of Ume.

“Enough now please, I don’t want you to get fired.” You say gently.

Gyutaro thinks for a second, pondering your words and you feel like he’s looking through you, then he stands to his full height stepping back from Komaji, watching him squirm on the ground.

Gyutaro starts giggling to himself quietly, strangely endearing as it is, you are awfully confused.

“Gyutaro?”

“Ya say you’ll report us for misconduct, but your stupid pig brain clearly can’t comprehend the idea of CCTV. I may have t’pay for the door but then m’good. You really are disgraceful you know that? I’m gonna make sure you get shit for being a predator.” He cackles towards the end, and you understand his confidence, yes there’ll be trouble because of this but he is the one who was clearly planning to assault you. Again the man sees something you don’t. The way Gyutaro stares at Komaji after his laughing fit ends is truly fear-inspiring. He looks as if he’s measuring Komaji for a coffin and the balding man knows if he didn’t have a job to look out for, he would be beaten to within an inch of his life- if not worse.

There’s a moment of quiet staring at each other where you can sense the tension between them, Komaji looks terrified, and suddenly Gyutaro whips down and picks Komaji up by the scruff of his neck and marches him out of the building. You collapse into a chair when the disgusting man is gone and you don’t think you need to cry, you don’t want to. You’re just glad Gyutaro was there to save you and thinking of it again you remember the door and stand up to inspect it. There is a huge crater right next to the lock and there are pieces of wood all over the floor, you don’t understand how that is even possible, a solid wood door, these weren’t cheap.

You crouch down to start picking up bits of wood feeling bad for the cleaners, taking them into your hand, it’s nice to have an unnecessary task to take your mind off what could have just happened.

Gyutaro is coming back fiddling with his radio on his belt and re-attaching it when he spots you crouched on the floor, he is taken aback by the curve of your legs in your skirt but chides himself for faltering in his stride. You just had something awful happen he definitely isn’t gonna flirt with you after that, even if he did think he was ‘worthy’. He strolls over hands back in his pockets and crouches down with you just watching you.

“What’re ya doing?” He says looking at you like you are mad.

“… I’m picking up pieces of the door, so I don’t think about what just happened and start crying.” Gyutaro is surprised by your honesty and thinks for a second, he can already see the type of person you are.

“Don’t. People get paid to do this.” He grabs your wrist lightly and empties out what you have in your hand into his. He doesn’t look at you as he stands to throw the splinters away. He returns to you and waits for you to stand up, when you don’t he huffs and holds out his hand. You take it as softly as possible letting him help you stand up.

“Thank you so much. I… I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there. Truly thank you so much.” You stare at the floor because you can’t bear to look up at him with the dark blush staining your face, he really saved you.

“Whatever, my shithead co-worker locked himself out. Shouldn’t’ve gone to let him back in. Fuck – I wanna beat that scumbag.” He clenches his fists, the tension coming back to him.

“I’ll pay for the door; you broke it getting to me from a situation I could have stopped. I should have been firmer.” You say feeling at fault.

“Are you stupid?” He questions looking down his nose at you a small smirk on his face.

“What?” Your head shoots up in disbelief.

“I said, are you stupid? He woulda tried something whether you were firmer than a rock. Chicken shits like that don’t care how scary a woman is, to them they are still just women. And don’t jus’go assuming I need you to pay for the door, I’ve never done a half-assed job and m’not gonna start now.” He huffed.

“Oh… I see. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make it seem like I thought you couldn’t afford it. Are you sure it’s OK? I really don’t mind. Or if you won’t let me pay for the door, I insist you let me take you out for food.” You demand, stubbornly looking up at him through your lashes, blush painted over your cheeks. Gyutaro almost flinches at the sudden request and at seeing the blush on your face. Is it really possible an attractive woman would want to take him out? He mulls over his options, weighing the pros and cons.

“… OK fine, you can take me out for food tonight. I’ll meet you at the main doors after work.”

“Oh! OK, thank you Gyutaro! I finish at 5.” You call after him.

“I know.”

#gyutaro #gyutaro x reader #reader insert #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #gyutaro demon slayer #gyutaro kimetsu no yaiba #babys first post #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader

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salty-lemon-shark-from-the-sea · 4 months

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Maya and the Three/ Skull x (powerful God/goddess reader)

(Implied Poly, but focuses on Skull. Also I don't know why I keep making reader a god/goddesses, but I can write for a human reader if people really want it)

Knock knock knock

“Come in!” you call out still reading a contract another god gave to you. “You going to bed?” a sassy voice asked. “Not anytime soon why?” you responded looking up to be met by red eyes. “The bed is cold without your body heat,” Skull explains walking over to you. “Shame,” you joke picking her up and placing her in your lap.

“Yeah, it is, so why are you still up?” She asks stubbornly crossing her arms. “Work again,” you explain gesturing to the papers you have yet to read and sign. “Gross,” “I know,” you laugh dryly leaning back. “Can’t you just do this later and come to bed now?” Skull ask messing with the hem off your untucked shirt.

“Can’t, as powerful as I am there are others more powerful who might have my heart for not finishing this,” you groan rubbing your face. “Psh,” Skull says rolling her eyes looking at the papers. “Being a powerful God is so boring you should just give up and help me and Bone,” she says. “Yeah?” “Yeah!” sitting up you pull her closer kissing her messy red hair. “But then you would get the advantages of dating a powerful God,” you joke.

“You’ll still be powerful you just won't have the amount of work,” she retorts. “I would have more enemies and less respect,” you finish. “Aye your hopeless!” Skull groans leaning back. “Only for you Amor,” you tease. “Great so you'll come to bed then yeah?” “No,” you laugh grabbing the wine you've been drinking and taking a swig. “Want some?” you offer. Grabbing it Skull takes a swing herself.

“Let me read at least three more contracts and I'll join you right in bed, deal?” you question leaning to grab on of the papers. “No,” “What?” you ask. “I said no. I'm not going to bed till you are,” Skull says crossing her arms again and leaning in you. “And what makes you think I won't just send you back to the room?” “Cause you love me too much,”

Fuck. She's got you there. As much as you want to say no you just can't. “*sigh* alright fine,” you mumble starting to read the paper and snaking an arm to hold her in place. “Can I have more wine?” “Sure,”

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“You know the more you destract me the longer this will take?” you inquire trying to read the last paper. “What?” Skull asks innocently playing with one of your shirt strings, as she would occasionally pull on them to kiss your jaw or neck. “You know what,” you laugh placing the paper down. “It’s only one more contract,” you say. “After you read a hundred,” Skull groans shifting so she is now facing you.

“It wasn't,” you correct fixing some of her hair. “Just say your done,” she groans leaning on you. “You know as long as your here with me, we could just sleep here,” “Ha! No,” she answers leaning back. “Then let me finish my last paper and we can go back to the room,” you say grabbing the sheet. “Ugh,”

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”Done?” you say leaning back. “Ready?” you turn asking the smaller goddess who was already knocked out. “I'll take that as a yes,” you whisper as you get up making sure not to drop her. Quietly you open the big doors and make your way down the hall. Opening your bedroom door you place her down on the bed before going to change.

Coming back to see her all wrapped up in some of your blankets. “Theif,” you joke getting in bed and getting comfy. “Hahaha,” she quietly chuckles. “Oh you little sneak,” you laugh pulling her closer. “You know I think I might be spoiling you too much,” you say. “Maybe, but there's no need to stop,” Skull says reaching up and giving you a kiss. “Don’t think I could if I wanted to,” you sign before kissing her forehead and falling asleep.

(Still no writing for them. Actually there's not much writing going on besides a small post about Zatz and that's it. Fanfic writes of Maya and the Three where are you?)

#Maya and the three #maya and the three x reader #Maya and the three Bone x reader #maya and the 3 #Bone and Skull #Maya and the three Bone

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Janai!!! Pen pal au for WIP weekend pleeaaseee <3 - Joey

@matchingbatbites and @eriquin

hi friends!!! it is no longer the weekend, but here we are! I'm 40k+ words into this fic and i'm realizing anything i write will kind of spoil where this fic is going, sooooo here is a snippet of the beginning!

Steve is trying so hard not to roll his eyes, but it’s getting increasingly difficult to do as his English teacher explains the project that’s going to end up being 40% of his grade at the end of the year.

A goddamn pen pal program.

His teacher is so excited about it too, and that makes it even harder not to roll his eyes.

This pen pal thing is a sure-fire way to get the teenagers who don't typically have lots of time to write long papers (the musical theater kids, the marching band nerds, the jocks, the freaky dance recital girls who can fit their legs behind their heads) to hone in on their writing skills, or so she says.

He was suspicious when he started his senior year with most of the senior guys on his basketball team in his English class and he was so right to think it was weird because they're trying to run an experiment on them.

How can the teachers of Hawkins high get their jocks more involved and more enthusiastic about school? Let's stick them with a year long writing assignment. What could possibly go wrong?

Steve can feel the insubordinate urge to just not even pick up his assignment on the way out the door, but he really can't afford to fail this class. He barely passed all of his classes last year and he has to keep his GPA at a C average to stay on the varsity basketball team this year. He thinks he can deal with writing to some nerd from another school for a few months.

He doesn't look at the assignment until a couple weeks later when Miss Chandler reminds them that she'll be conferring with the English teacher from the other school to make sure everyone in the class received their first letters soon.

He pulls the crumpled folder the assignment came in from his backpack and opens it. There's a grainy picture of the marching band attached and he's guessing his pen pal is somewhere in that picture. Great.

There's a sheet that explains the project. Even the rubric makes Steve roll his eyes.

This project is worth 40% of your grade... You must submit your first letter no later than Monday, October 28... All subsequent letters should be submitted on the 1st and 3rd Monday of each month. Letters from the sister school should arrive by the following Friday. At the end of the year, you must have sent at least 10 letters to your pen pal...

Yada, yada, yada.

Behind that sheet is a letter introducing his pen pal.

Eddie Munson.

There's a list of topic starters that Eddie filled in so that Steve has something to put in his first letter.

I am (age) 18 years old. I am a member of the marching band. I live in Indianapolis. In my spare time, I like to play D&D! I'm the dungeon master for the school club. I like music! Ask me anything about music and I'll write you a novel.

There's an identical sheet that Steve's supposed to fill out and send back with his first letter.

He has no idea what to write for this first letter since he knows basically nothing about him. He knows he does D&D like the kids he babysits for, which is something to go off of at least. Maybe he can get Dustin to write something nerdy that Eddie will understand.

He does actually end up talking to Dustin about the assignment and he tells him a line to put in the letter that Eddie will understand, but it flies right over Steve's head.

October 28, 1984

Hi Eddie!

I'm Steve Harrington.

You can probably read this on my character sheet (ha, D&D reference!!), but I'm on the basketball team. Do you think they paired everyone this way on purpose? I definitely have more in common with the other jocks at your school than you, but everyone I've talked to in my class is paired with someone from a different activity.

Your info sheet mentions that you like music. Tell me more. Who's your favorite artist? Who do you listen to when you've had a bad day? What song is on every mixtape you give a girl?

I guess we're in this for the long haul, so we have plenty of time to get to know more about each other this year. I honestly can't think of any interesting questions to ask you right now so I'll leave that up to you. Aren't dungeon masters supposed to be able to improvise well?

Signing off, Steve Harrington

@legitcookie- you mentioned you were interested in this fic so i'm tagging youuuuuu too!

#asks #janai.doc #steddie wips #wip weekend #pen pal au #my wips

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