#its such a werid tone!

[yanderegrizzsworld]

YESSSS OMG. YOUR DOING WELCOME HOME CONTENT!!! anyways— If your requests are open!

Could I request an Yandere Wally darling x Cautious and Easily-Suspicious Reader? The gender is for you to decide!.

Just imagine in a scenario! Reader is just hanging out with the other neighbors and made eye contact with wally. Then wally just does his stare while the reader gets suspicious and werided out? Kinda like this emoji! 🤨 Sorta frowning almost glaring suspiciously at him, trying to think his true intentions!

Yandere Wally Darling: Just a Moment Longer (Platonic Drabble)

TW/CW: Implied paranoia, scopophobia(?)

"Red Admirals usually have more black than other butterflies." Frank said. "Not only that, but the underside of their wings are usually mottled with brown, black or tan!" His finger is lifted from the soft blanket laying on the grass, pointing up towards the sky as if to empathize his statement. With closed eyes, you lean back slightly, inviting the rays of heat to come & swim across you with such comfort a sigh leaving your throat is barely heard. You open an eye at the sound of giggles, flaxen hair moved faintly from the breeze, of which could only belong to one happy-go-lucky neighbor.

A unmistakably prismatic butterfly lands on a pale pink finger, the rusty red & mix of dark yet fulgent colors of its wings captivate whoever looks within its direction, the wingstips seem to mimic eyes, maybe to avoid predators? The longer you stared at it, this odd sensibility seems to slowly grow. Your shoulders begin to feel ponderous, as if someone were to lay on you & put their weight on your shoulders. You twitch your head slightly as if in an attempt to get rid of this hefty sensation, Frank's speech on different kinds of butterflies never cease.

"It's so pretty! Isn't it?" The high-pitch of her voice startles you, making you jump faintly, "I know you agree neighbor!" You stare at the rainbow monster, glancing at the butterfly on her finger momentarily before gazing up at her again, "Y... Yeah... It's very pretty Julie" Her usual smile somehow grows bigger, her free hand flapping quickly. "I knew you'd agree!"

Julie thrusts her arms in the air, flapping them while falling softly on her back talking our ears off about some games to play. Bright ruby feathers lift Julie's head slightly, "Goodness! Are you alright? You didn't hurt yourself, did you!?" Concern evident in the bird's tone, she takes a closer look at the monster's head, inspecting if any bruise has formed or not. "I'm sure she's fine Poppy, Julie can take a good tumble" You place a hand on her wing, petting it softly to calm her nerves.

"Yeah, just like Eddie!" Her laugh seems to have scared a few butterflies away as Frank eyes his best friend for a moment before clearing his throat. "Could you laugh a little less loud? You're scaring the butterflies away!" A sorry escapes Julie's mouth as she sits up, immediately asking Poppy what other treats she's brought. The weight on your shoulders returns making you slouch slightly, you glance towards the direction you assume the feeling is coming from, only to spot a pair of two coal eyes staring right at you.

You'd be certain to believe that such eyes are staring right into you with its intensity, of which only one person could match perfectly. A hand grips onto your forearm, pushing you forward slightly. "Wally! Come over here!" You sometimes wonder how you haven't gone deaf yet from Julie's sudden screams of excitement. Eyes never leaving yours, the yellow puppet strolls towards you guys, each step oozing confidence with a bounce in each said steps.

Wally lifts his right hand to his hair, his palm faintly patting his pompadour. His other hand waves towards the others direction, Julie waving back with avidness & Poppy returning the wave shyly. "Wally!WallyWallyWallyWally- How are you neighbor? You wanna join us!?" Frank snatches Julie's wrists gently, "Careful Jules, or else you'll end up hitting someone by accident" Wally puts a yellow finger under his chin, as though thinking about Julie's suggestion.

You tense up when you & Wally make eye contact for a moment, the nervousness in you doesn't cease even when the yellow puppet closes his eyes. "I'd love to join Julie, thank you" Wally inspects everyone & where they are, presumably to decide where to sit. You refuse to look at anyone, instead staring at a butterfly that's landed near you. It's wings, lacking in any form of color, flutter for a bit before freezing in place, flapping down every once in a while. You feel something soft graze your arm lightly, glancing through the corner of your eye you spot an all too familiar puppet.

You feel tense beyond belief. Even when he isn't looking in your direct, you still feel eyes on you with such intensity that only the puppet beside you can match perfectly. You want to get up & leave, you need to get up & leave. A hand grips onto your arm before you can lift yourself up, "What's wrong neighbor?" His gaze makes you freeze in place, his pupils dilated where you can barely see the white in his eyes. "You and I haven't spent much time together, you know"

Your hand anxiousness twitches, thinking maybe staying in your own home again would have been a better idea. "You stay locked up in your own little home... I don't think that's good for you, neighbor"

Frank brings a finger between your faces, "Wally's right! You'll begin to feel more ansty and like you have little to no energy" Frank said. "That's honestly why Julie invited you out, out of worry, you know" Julie leans onto Frank, her hand running through her hair, "Yeah! Besides, you staying in your home means you spend less time with us and that means less games we play together!" The last words were barely audible from her increasing speed in her speech.

Wally takes you hand, lifting it towards his chest. "We barely speak and I'd like to make up for lost time, what do you say?" A small pinch on your face made you flinch slightly, bewildered about where it came from. Another pinch followed, like tiny shocks running through you, it wasn't painful, but it certainly caught you off guard. "Just stay for a little longer neighbor" Wally faintly tugs you forward, you lock eyes with him as his eyelids droop slightly, making him seem almost tired.

"I..." Any words you wish to say refuse to come up your throat, you mind promptly going blank. Wally sighs as his other hand pats you head, asking Poppy to hand him two muffins for you & him. "Maybe you and I can paint together, that'd be nice, right neighbor?" Any attempt to pull or scoot away from him only led to him pulling you back closer to him, the pinching sensation beginning to agitate you yet only stopping altogether whenever you glanced at the yellow puppet.

"Yeah...? I guess so" Wally's eyes close once more as he slowly laughs, seeing him like this almost made you relax & enjoy being around him, though it could only last so long as those eyes opened & stared at you. "Wonderful neighbor, we should paint at Home, I'm sure they'll like the extra company"

You can merely offer a small smile as you slouch slightly, his grip on your hand loosens yet never lets go, the sensation of eyes on you creep up again.

#yandere #yandere drabble #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere welcome home #yandere wally darling #yandere Welcome Home x reader #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader

[sea-of-dust]

Till it becomes a pumpkin

Yuta Maki Inumaki x Gn! Reader

Summary: part one of the tamaki s/o series this one ant for my moots its for me 😻

Notes: the reader will be referred to as boss sometimes. Reader has a curse technique to suppress certain things and extends this ability to objects. Little Halloween snit bit at the end of eatch one. IM SORRY IM A DAY LATE.

Warnings: swearing, pretty long headcannons, not proofread some parts im half asleep.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

When he joined jujitsu high, you had this werid welcoming feeling about you. He couldn't put his finger on it...that was till you,Inumaki and Panda cornered him. "As your classmate I cannot stand by and watch you suffer" you pull out two hairclips "please hold still" utterly confused yet letting it happen you carefully put the hair clips on. "Rika didn't come out..." "that just means my cursed technique is as amazing as ever" "Bonito flakes" "Shut up inumaki" you pull out a mirror showing him the hairclips in his hair. "It only suppresses Rikas will to attack people you consider allies, only take it off when you feel you have full control"

He stuck around you more than anyone else there, sometimes hiding behind you. "Wait till he realizes you can barely flight" "keep talking and I'm going to suppress your hairline into next week" you held Yutas hand with that same welcoming warm presence. "You'll be fine" Even when he got to know you all better he still stuck by you and inumaki the most.

"You're so cute Yuta!!" Is something mostly everyone's heard for the past year, you'll never stop showering him with praise and affection for the most minor things. "You're into him" "PFTTT please yutas my best friend plus he's always so gloomy I'm only trying to cheer him up" "Bonito flakes" "I swear to god Inumaki" "you're into him!!" Panda walks back to Yuta and then to you "you have a fat chance!" "STOP WITH THE STUPID POSE" thank god he somehow didn't hear half of that conversation

He did try to confess to you...multiple times. "So I was thinking we could go out sometime" "oh? So you finally proposed a spot?" "I really like you y/n" "I like you too Yuta!" "Really?" "Yea you're my friend!" He'd never correct you thinking you were just avoiding the topic when in reality you just never got it. Until most of your friends called you out on it. "I don't know he just seems more glum than usual" you pause looking up when two figures hover over you "has anything happened over those few days" "well...he said he liked me and that he wanted to go out" your friends stare in shocked silence. "What?" One of them finishes up a few pencil strokes "have you considered the fact he has a crush on you" your eyes widen at the thought. "WAIT HE DOES?!" "You tone deaf idiot" and so they set up a plan to isolate both of you from the rest. "Turn em down like him back I don't care" as soon as the door locks you sigh lightly "Yuta...do you have a crush on me" his eyes widen with his cheeks turning pink. "Why would you think that" "you lock arms with me alot you say things that kinda flew over my head at first and" he shushes you quickly avoiding eye contact, moving his hand off your mouth as you begin to speak up. "I love you too Okkotsu" you could have sworn you saw his heart skip a beat "are you serious?" "I wouldn't joke with someone's feelings, especially yours" you could have sworn he was on the brink of tears watching him walk up to you, gripping you waist tightly and hiding his face in your chest. As soon as you pat his head the waterworks flow. "There there Yuta" hugging him back gently you let him cry into your chest

"Sooo who's the lucky lad boss" "I'm not telling you" "you don't have to he's your lock screen" "WHEN DID YOU GET MY PHONE" you link arms with your friend "MAKE THEM STOP PLEASEEE" "I would but this Yuta person has me intrigued aswell" "...you can't be serious" "were very serious, we should share cake with him!" "..oh no" they did meet him sadly and found out how easy it was to fluster him. "So how's the boss like around you" "eh?!" "Do they not treat you differently at all" Yuta hesitantly takes a bite of cake "now that you mention it they do hug me more often" your friend stares at him narrowing his eyes watching Yuta flush up. "Something tells me boss kisses you before bed too" "HUH?!?" "Knew it cross it off bingo!" "I got a cross already" "I already filled mine" "dammit"

He probably has a bingo too with how open he is to showing pda. Hugs from behind that feel like he's trying to be as close to you as humanely possible, whispering into your ear small little things he wanted to do later, kissing you suddenly but somewhere private, and the free space casually calling you "honey or babe" infront of everyone but Gojo. This is mostly how your friend group outside of school found out about the people you go to school with. "So you're here for the bingo of your life huh?" "First one to fill their board wins" "you're on" turns out Yuta was the one everyone got bingo on first.

This is also why you two mostly go on dates in the night. "Pst yuta yutaa" he rolls over "pookie" "NO NOT AGAIN oh-" sitting up suddenly he sees you at his window "WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?!" "No time to explain I wanna take you somewhere" "where?" "A surprise" you lead him out the window to a small hill sitting down on the grass. "Wait for it" he does only looking at you though until you suddenly point at the sky, his eyes widen as stars begin to fall not noticing when his head lands on your shoulders. "I'm sorry I heard the news and didn't wanna be the only one to see it" his hand reaches for yours while he watches the stars. "I just wanted to show you this then we'll be off" "then let's stay a while" he moves a bit closer "but you can barely keep your eyes open" he hugs you suddenly "then let's stay till I fall asleep" you only hum in response you two watching the stars together.

You two couldn't be separated even for two secounds. Of course if it was for a mission you'd be understanding but that wasn't gonna stop you from your u.f.o accusations. "HES BEEN TAKEN GET THE HELICOTPER I BEG OF YOU" "Why do you have one at the ready? But relax he's in Africa for a mission" "of course.." "nothing to worry about" as soon as maki tried to hang up "ALIENS KIDNAPED EM AND NOW THEYRE KEEPING HIM IN AFRICA" "HES FINE CALM DOWN" she sighs into the mic "listen..Yuta is gonna come back he'll be fine mostly unharmed now please go back to sleep" she hears a sniffle on the other line "thank you Maki" didn't stop you for nearly losing all energy and barely able to perform starlight kicks "Boss what was that?" "Starlight kick more like bummy poke" they're waiting for the random rain so you can reach maximum dramatic. "I know you two text everyday but if you miss him call him" "you cake devouring monster what a great idea!" You call him near instantly and suddenly your emo arc is over. Wait till you learn Yutas been the same way while away.

As soon as he gets back you do almost instantly notice his change in demeanor. More confidently standing infront of you and smiling warmly. "Yuta..." "yes?" "YOURE SO CUTE HOW COULD ANYONE BE INTIMADATED YOURE LIKE A PUPPY" that demeanor instantly broken by how you showered him with adoration. "Super soft too" you hug him for a long while everyone coulda sworn that guy turned a new shade of red just because of you. "And you took off the hairclips I'm so proud of you Yuta" you hold his head to your chest hugging him close not noticing just how flustered he is yet happy to be by your side. "That reminds me" you feel Two objects clip to your hair with him showing the same hairclips you gave when you first met him. "They look nice on you" giggling softly he takes a picture of your confused face. "DONT TURN THIS ON ME YOURE WAY CUTER WITH THESE ON" "I don't need em anymore!" "I don't care put em back on!!"

"Close your eyes and" Click, as soon as that's heard a bunch of lights and decoration were turned on. "It looks amazing Yuta I can't thank you enough" "don't mention it" "I will mention the cutiest Halloween decorator in the world!" You cup his cheeks ready to give him a small kiss. "Ew cut it out" "what if kids see" "you two need to get a life" they both shake their head in unison "simp" "oh my god" "they just came to remind you we had a party at the school" one of your friends hand you a flyer "yes I know I was just about to leave my candy bucket out" "that's not the problem" your friend looks at Yuta "where's his costume?" Your eyes widen at this realization. "...I'll be right back" you drag him inside quickly opening your drawer of make-up "when did you have this?" "You doubt how many times people ask for either a pad or makeup, always prepare for everything!" You run around gathering things while panicking and looking back at him only to get some of the best smiles in modern day. "Yuta don't look at me like that it's making me wanna give you dog ears" he turns away hearing tou ravange your closet when finally you settle on an outfit for him. "Here here we don't have time put it on I beg of you" "you think boss is going through hell up there" "have faith in y/n if they can manage to make probably criminals into club memmbers well be ok" they all look at their rabbit loving friend. "What?" "AHHHHHHHH" "that's bosses "I SAW SOMETHING WAYYY TOO GOOD THE TWINS SHOULD DO SOME DIGGING AND MAKE FUN OF EM SCREAM" "you're adorable" your on the brink of tears looking at him after putting on the outfit "the most handsome phantom I've ever seen" "are you sure-" "I'm very sure I'll just have to change my outfit last minute but" you sit him back down grabbing your eye liner "please hold still this shouldn't be long" "oh no please take your time" the same guy enjoying how close your chest was to him watching your eyes narrow as you figure out what to do. It's a great view on his end. Unfortunately, you finish quickly with you quickly changing to match him. "Alright lets-" you were stopped by him hugging you tight placing kisses all over your face. "I couldn't pass up this chance for the world" he kisses you again "you're gonna ruin your make-up Yuta" you avoid eye contact "I don't mind if it means you get to cup my face more" "Yuta!" You walk downstairs with him with the others. "Alright dearest" "blerg" "Shut up, anyway let's go win that contest" "that you're suddenly interested in" "Why yes since I have the best partner for it ever there's no wa-" your friend shushes you casually throwing you and Yuta into the car you all shared "lets go before they start monologing" "YEAAA"

She wonders why you don't use a ball instead of those needles for weapons... Because while you were playing with friends outside of school all she heard was "IVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU TWO, STARLIGHT KIIIIIICK" and a few secounds later she got knocked out cold. Woke up in your bedroom with you crying next to her. "MAKI YOURE AWAKE!!" "What the hell happened" "you were hit with bosses starlight kick" "it was for them! I didn't mean to hit you!" Sincere sounding enough didn't save you from her attempting to train with you.

"It's either you teach me that kick or we train together for a week" "please don't ive seen what you've done to Yuta" you did attempt to teach her your kick and it mostly failed miserably, didn't stop you from suddenly getting determined to try harder. "Welp looks like you're training with me" you move her leg a bit "try kicking it now and with wind up" "ok?" "And kick it like Panda made a weird comment about you" she performed a starlight kick flawlessly at that momment. You cheered watching that ball go into orbit while maki grumbled under her breath. "That was amazing Maki!" "First try too" She always seemed to come up to you more often to flex her achievements just so you could stroke her pride a bit.

You even spoke about her outside of jujitsu tech. "Boss is into people that would most likely step on em. As usual they're always this werid" "CUT IT OUT YOU TWO, Makis super cool though you'll love her!" Little to say they did love her, so much she's basically apart of your friend group outside of school now. They're debating on making her the new vice prez to witch you friend did NOT approve to say the least. "Atleast she won't take pictures of us while asleep" "actually I have them while most of you were awake and those have been selling better than the sleeping ones suggest you get better sheets" "Awe man" "wadya mean awe man he just confessed to having cameras in our houses" "unless you wanna sell them for free" there's a long silence. "I don't think we should demote em guys" "yea totally not illegal im blind" "bliinndddd" three of you say in unison

She does like dragging you around to do stuff with her. "Y/n!" "Yea!" "Lets go to the supermarket together" "what could be waiting for us there-" "instant coffee" "SAY NO MORE" you do this happy go lucky little dance whenever you drink it even though she finds it childish it is pretty fun watching you enjoy instant coffee. "Thank you Maki I'm gonna drink the entire box" "save some for me" "maybe" "wadya mean maybe?" She did have to hide any mention of instant coffee around you.

The twins use her to mess with you, knowing to exploit your totally not obvious crush on her. "Hey boss wanna play" "I'm busy right now" "shame I guess we'll just have to plan our wedding with Maki then" you turn your head around almost like an owl as soon as maki and marry were in the same sentence. "I'll play" your voice suddenly more threatening and low as the twins shrug "alright then-"

She did like being around you alot, that changed from like to loved the day you hugged her when she got back from a mission. "MAKI!" no time for her to respond she braced for impact, not expecting a quick yet tight hug from behind. "I missed you a bit" "seems like more than a bit" you huff softly "I..." You tighten your grip even more "just had a bad feeling atleast I was wrong" sighing she pushes you off "you're gonna crush my ribs" "OH-" You let go of her backing up "I'm glad you're ok Maki" she couldn't sleep after hearing those words, you're the worst for saying that you owe her!

So she makes it her mission to ask you out. Shouldn't be that hard except she doesn't know how to put it. "Oh so you're trying to ask out y/n" the twins giggle "don't worry we got you covered" your friend pushes up his glasses before him and the twins get to work "remmber Wednesday by their window and be there by sundown" the twins smirk while your friend finishes up the thing he was scribbling. "Put this in their mail" "Sure thing!" She did what she was told opening your window to see you turned around "Maki, I must confess this is kinda...unlike you" "wadya mean?" You give her the note "IM IN LOVE LOVE. EVRYTIME I LOOK AT YOU IT FEELS LIKE MY HEART BEATS OUTTA MY CHEST PLEASE MARRY ME!!" That's all she got through before crumbling it "im gonna end em" letting her in from the window and closing it. "They usually do that thinking they'll help, they're not very good at love notes" you cringe remembering one of them, looking to see Makis embrassed expression. "So they tricked me" "I mean they got your message across" laughing softly she narrows her eyes walking closer "I like you, go out with me" "so straight foward" she looked at you seriously "I love you aswell if it wasn't odvious" sighing she hugs you hesitantly.

She won't be lovey dovey in public she mostly hides it, infact you didn't even know she had a crush on you till she told you. Won't stop her from bluntly declaring it. "Soo" the twins stare at you two walking in, you not sure how Maki will feel about it decide not to say anything, fortunately for you she smirks "we're dating" everyone stops in their tracks before an uproar of "WOOAAAHAHAHHAAHHAHH"'s were heard. The clubroom sounded like a frat house. "Congrats boss!" "CONGRATS Y/N!" The look on one of your fangirls faces were priceless exactly what she aimed for when doing that.

As SOON as you two are alone, it's a different story. "You should kiss me" "you just closed the door maki" your laugh only makes her even more lovesick. "You owe me two now" "so unfair" she's all over you when your alone as if acting on every thought she held off in public. "Maki dial it back-" she kisses your cheek "what scared?" As if teasing you she holds your hands pinning you down "I've been waiting all day for this you know" you go to school the next day looking a bit stunned by thise events that anytime you think of maki you just kinda pause. This happened way too much. Thank god no one figured out why.

She dosent understand why you help people so much its kinda painful to see you walk into odvious traps. Such as the one set up by a newspaper club. "Excuse me you know y/n correct" "yes why?" "Is it true they have a dark side?" She thinks back a bit "you mean the emo phases?" "NO NO not that! The evil dark side kind" she realizes what's going on rather quickly "No matter of fact y/n's a ball of idiotic sunshine" "Maki!!" You shout out to her suddenly "come on! We're about go start the next round without you!" She walks off toward you ignoring further questions from the newspaper club. Unluckily for them they had gotten a surprise visit from the club memmbers aswell as her. "They disbanded? What a shame" "indeed" "you two just pushed up your glasses in sync that was cool" "do it again"

She took you to a haunted house not expecting to carry you the entire time. "AHHHH MAKI A GHOST!" "it's super small tho" "SAVE MEEE" "MAKI!!" As much as she would admit your cute when scared she wasn't gonna let em jumpscsre you like that. "Hold my hand" you blush a bit "oh I cant" "you wanna get outta here?" You grab her hand as she leads you out with ease, almost avoiding all jumlscares. "What about this" she presents to you a small cart. "Now we can't run" "don't worry too hard about it" swallowing your fear temporary you went through the ride with her resting on her shoulder fully admiring the scenery. "Thsnk you for bringing me" "don't mention it" she pinches your cheeks "your reaction to all this is key ya know" "they really are scary!" "One was just a cut out" "still scary!" She laughs softly at that "what?" "Maki protect me!!" Qouting you as your face turns red "your the worst" "oh please you love me" she kisses your cheek not thinking much of it, but leaving you speechless. "You know you never kissed me in public before..." You get a bit bashful "maybe I should be scared more often" "too late already know your tactics" "awe"

"BONITO FLAKES!!" "STOP SQUIRMING" he kept moving his head away as you tried to give him a spoon. "Inumaki you're gonna taste this so I don't lose to those two idiots and you're gonna be honest" "Mustard leaf!" "Gojo was being dramatic he didn't pass out!" You see disgusted fear in his eyes before he swallows down and opens his mouth. To his surprise its pretty amazing. "Sooo" he narrowed his eyes "salmon" "YES!" "I never knew you cooked" Panda walked in. "Why I do, to make everyone happy I mastered many things" "so you mastered leaving the teachers bedridden" "I TOLD YOU HE WAS JUST BEING DRAMATIC, that won't stop me from beating the twins in this bet" you smirk "maybe I'll even get that little bunny holding monsters approval!" You reach your fist to the sky. No one was sent to bed because of your cooking that day.

You've always forced inumaki to do stuff with you and in exchange whenever he'd as you'd use your curse technique to limit the effect his abilities had on him. He just had to sit through a make-over scene. Sometimes he thinks you can just nerf his powers entirely if you tried but you'd always respond "last time I tried to cancel someone's cursed technique I think I was too broad with it, think the guy ended up with like 50% fish 50% human it was really awkward". He "looses" the clips you gave him and you always have the same "WHAAA we must set up a funeral arrangement" "salmon" "don't agree your paying for it" "fuck" "don't speak normally while I'm reconsidering our friendship"

You're also the Inumaki decoder, which is why you two are usually partnered for missions, totally not because Gojo sees it happening. "Those two are married" "Why yes they are" "what-" "Bonito flakes" "not what you said last time this question came up" you could feel inumaki go deadpan you could tell the guys smiling under there "Bonito flakes" said in the most "I'm lying" way ever "I swear- give it to us before this guy ends up six feet under"

He definitely would find out the hard way what club you do outside of the high school. This "cooking competition" was actually a setup for something else something with rose petal involvement... "Welcome ladies" "AAAAAAAAHHH" "I've made eatch one thinking of all of you please savor every bite" "oh y/n you remembered my favorite dish!" "How could I forget something that important when it reminds me of you" "tuna tuna" "oh y/n please not in public" "don't worry my dear no one would mind this display of my adoration" "ah-" the girl causually faints into your arms and you put her in the preprepared bench to rest. "That's the 32nd boss" "I bet you guys couldn't reach 20" "we just had our 19th" "eh. HUH" "Tuna tuna" "you two idiots!!" You ran off once again never noticing inumaki trying to get your attention so he did the next best thing. "Next guest-" "tuna" it was as if someone had suddenly decided to jumpscare you, your eyes widening as you instantly break character finally hearing his voice. "...well if you don't mind" you drag him behind a table" trembling as you grip his shoulders "inumaki...what the hell are you doing here" "followed" "ARE YOU SERIOUS" you sigh "whatever listen you're gonna pretend to be a normal customer and then we move on with our day" "salmon" "yea you better" he enjoy that day knowing you watched his every move, kept it a secret just so he could keep messing with you.

He does sometimes wonder what it's like for the girls that come by so he does try to get you to seriously put on your theatrics, unfortunately you see him as a friend. Just means to try harder. "Inumaki?" He gets closer to you laying his head on your shoulder "are you alright would you like me to get you some water?" He dosent respond only holding your waist. "Inumaki...I don't know what's wrong but" you play with his hair "you always seem to brighten up when I do this" the twiddling with his hair strands was amazing to say the least. "I like you alot" "huh?" "I mean it I love you" you stop playing with his hair "wait...YOU TWO?!" You blush heavily "I've been inlove with you for a while aswell" smileing fondly he hugs you even tighter. "Salmon" "salmon you jerk" teasing him you kiss his forehead, you could feel him melting.

Everyone just automatically knows you two are dating without even saying it. "So did you two get together over the weekend?" "?" "I can feel it it feels like I'm third wheeling" "don't worry too much about it" "salmon" "yeaaa" Maki narrows her eyes at the both of you. "Inumaki there's a spot I wanted to try out nearby" "?" "They're even setting up dates right now" "it's gone too far" "who the hell are you two" your friends turn to her one with a bunny in hand the other looking like if megumi cut his hair and got taller. "A fanclub" "They're leaving" "GO GO" she did finally got conformation you two were dating when inumaki held your hand and looked as if he were about to teasingly kiss you, thank god your friends were so painfully odvious as stalking. "Inumaki you mustn't,wait...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE" "sorry boss just wanted to see it happen since you had to cancel" "WHO PUT YOU UP TO THIS" your friend raises his hand "I'm jealous" "that's the worst excuse you came up with.

He will admit one of his favorite activities is getting involved in your out of school shenanigans. "I order you to master the sassy chicken by the end of this week!" "Salmon" "inumaki not you unfortunately you can waltz...right?" "Bonito flakes" "UNACCEPTABLE, get over here were gonna dance!" He lied he just wanted to see you flustered, unfortunately he realized you were incredibly serious on this. "So what if you might not be there it's still worth it to teach you" you teach him quite quickly. Now let him buy those magazines of you.

The twins love him. So much infact that he helps mess with you. "Heyyy pookie" "who told you to call me that-" Inumaki waves from the distance. He 100% uses the twins to send you letters while your in the middle of club activities. "Now now ladies" "Boss it's from tuna" "...give it to me" you take it gracefully opening it to reveal "ditch the ladies and get over here" you turn your head to see inumaki stuffing his face with cake with the other two turning around just to smirk at you "that little" you fold it neatly putting it in your pocket "apologies ladies" "AHHHHHH" "SELL YOUR BATHWATER" "Alright now that's a little too werid"

He does like making you his personal nap post, trust as soon as he gets the chance he hits you with the "so tireddddd" waddle and lays on you. Ofc the first few times you gave him piggy back rides letting him sleep on your back but then he kinda ruined it when he didn't even use his curse technique at all. "Wait a minute you didn't use it at all!" Your eyes narrow as you point at him "no free piggy backs you can walk!" "Bonito flakes..." "you have a bed at home" you are his bed at home! He does NOT let you go as soon as he's napping you're gonna have to rizz people up with him latched onto you.

As soon as you two are alone he's up to something. Biting your cheeks texting you the most random things so he doesn't accidently curse you. "I wanna go to a park" "marry me" he deletes that text "sorry my cat typed" "you're right next to me you're such an idiot" and the best part a kiss to the forehead. The best thing ever in his opinion is when you get all affectionate. "You're always so needy, one can only assume you'd want to spend every waking momment with me" kissing his forehead again while playing with his hair the guy basically turns into puddy. "I should do this more often so you won't be jealous of the fans" you pull him closer "not to worry I'll be as affectionate as need be to make up for that" "salmon" he dosent even look up at you but he's very amused by the idea cuddling up to you continuing to play with his hair

"Salllmmmoonn" "you're a very depressing zombie ya know you're worse than Yuta" "Bonito flakes" "true you're much more adorable" "salmon" "salmon" you repeat back at him watching his cheeks puff. "Don't worry zombumaki well scare the other team easily!" "How long till they get here" "10 minute" "perfect" you continue on with your plan to jumpscare the next people in the room. "You'll be down in just a secound inumaki" waving at him from up there while he's stuck to the ceiling suspended by a few bits or ropes. "You know your lines right?" "Salmon" "perfect" you and your friend hide in the corner together bickering about small things. "You're such a jerk" elbow jab strike one "we wouldn't be friends if I wasn't" "true I like you like this" "me too" strike 2 "Oh they're comming!" You grab your friends wrist pulling them closer "shush shush I swear" "Relax I'll cover your mouth if you scream too loudly" "you're the worst" he quickly shushes you, strike three there wasn't time to glare at your friend as someone had triggered the trap set by you and your friend. He suddenly drops down infront of the guests "boo" "AHHHHHHHHHHHH" They all ran off without a secound thought. "Great job inumaki!" You untie his ropes so he's able to get out "I'm sure you got then good" "salmon" he hugs you suddenly glaring at your friends before back at you. "Alright next stage" he pulls you down suddenly whispering something in your ear making you blush. "Go on without me" "Alright if you insist" your friend leaves the room, with that happening Inumaki hugs you tighter making you pat his head. "You were a great zombie good job" giving him small head pats you stand there with him for a little while. "We're gonna win cause of you" "salmon" "of course you'd say that" you move his head to face yours. "Yes im helping you take off your makeup" "salmon" "yep"

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x gender neutral reader #yuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #inumaki toge #jjk inumaki #inumaki x reader #yuta x reader #maki zenin #maki x reader #jjk maki #jujutsu kaisen #fluff #jujustsu kaisen x reader

[justasimp1]

Vincent Sinclair x Reader!

Smut

Exposed

'This is Y/N L/N, she'll be staying around for awhile so ignore her werid antics' Lester shrugged, moving his toothpick between his fingers. Vincent hesitantly nodded and kept making small glances to the side.

You hummed, going over the memory. Did you leave a bad first impression? Was your posture off? Question raced through your mind, trying to connect dots of why Vincent was being distant. Ever since you arrived his demeanor changed.

For example, if you entered the room, soon after he was scurry away or if you tried making conversation he would pretend you didn't exist.

"Its broken!" You overheard Vincent and Bo arguing in the kitchen. You slowly walked down the stairs. "And I told you I didn't break the damn thing. Move out the way, freak" Bo groaned, pushing Vincent's shoulder.

You slowly walked into the kitchen, voice coming out in a small peep. "Sorry, that was me" You heart sank seeing the small wax sculpture that that a glue filled crack in the middle.

Vincent froze when your voice reached his ears. "It was an accident! I was only looking at it. It's really pretty" You wailed your arms around during the frantic apology.

Although it wasn't going to save you from your punishment, you tried to give him an apologetic smile. Vincent groaned, his tone lower than before. He walked out of the kitchen without another sound.

You bit your lip. "Did I mess up?" Your heart dropped as you looked at Bo. Bo just laughed at the uneasy expression in your face.

Or maybe it was that encounter that made Vincent resent you. You could have sworn the 20 times (someone's definitely keeping count) you apologized got you off the hook. You spent your time pining after him, falling deeper into the mix of emotions.

Even though he probably never thought of you especially not in the way you think of him, your heart always picked up its pace when you saw him. The amazing curves he constructed on his sculpture added more to your admiration.

You sighed, walking inside the house. The floor boards shifted underneath your weight. Small creaking and muffled talking came from upstairs. It was probably Bo self monologing again, you held back a laugh.

You crept up the stairs, trying your best to miss all the creaky boards. You walked down the hallway, the realization of the sound coming from your room made you surprised. You scrunched your eyebrows, putting an ear to the thin door.

"-Mmh- Fuck" Your legs went weak as you heard a soft moan leave Vincent's mouth. 'Leave!' Your mind told you but your body wanted to stay. It was wrong to stay and invade his personal privacy, even if the action was being done in your room.

"Y/N, please touch me~" His words were slurred together by a mess of moans. Your eyes widened in shock. But even more in surprise. The jerking became faster. You adjusted yourself, looking in the crack of the door.

Vincent's arm was marked with veins as he pumped his dick into his hand. His legs shook while he threw his head back. Precum was dripping down his shaft. His girth twitching with every touch.

Your panties were draped around his flushed tip. Another pair being gripped by his hand and held up to his mask. You felt yourself start to get wet, the desire twisting itself in your stomach.

You squeezed your thighs together, palming the escaping heat. You quietly whimpered, eyes trained on Vincent's movements. You rubbed a finger over your tight shorts, massaging your throbbing clit.

You tried to regain your composure, remind yourself doing this wasn't normal and you should have more strength than this. You let out slow breathes, closing your eyes.

You didn't even realized that Vincent had cum in the time you spaced out. 'He's walking to the door shit' You panicked, walking back to the stairs before doubling back to make it look like you were just walking up.

"Oh Vincent! Funny seeing you up here" You laughed, pretending you didn't see him close your room's door. He rushed passed you, his skin warm when he grazed your arm. "Wait" You grabbed his hand.

Your nose twitched, almost as if you could smell the lingering ecstasy. "Can we talk in my office?" You muttered, searching for his eyes in the mask holes. Vincent couldn't say no to you- well he couldn't say anything to you at all.

He nodded. You dragged him down the hallway to what used to be Mr. Sinclair's office. You opened the door, slyly locking it when Vincent wasn't looking.

Vincent studied the dim room, the only light coming from your desk. You placed both hands on his shoulders, guiding him to the couch. "Sit please" Vincent obeyed to your every word.

You grabbed a bottle from underneath your desk. "You drink?" You removed the cork with your mouth while watching Vincent. His hands awkwardly laid on top of his crotch area.

He shrugged, swallowing the lump in his throat. You took a long shot. The burning down your esophagus made you craving something else. You sat on your desk, facing Vincent.

Your lips quirked up into a smile. "I saw you...in my room" The words came out barley above a whisper. Vincent shamefully looked down, getting ready to apologize.

"God" You moaned, watching his black strands fall into his face. You imagined them brushing your face as he pounded into you. You set the bottle of liquor down. You stood in front of Vincent.

His hands were clutched tense as he stuttered out an apology. You cupped his face, your finger slowly pushed his mask up, lips smashing against his. Vincent whimpered, leaning into your touch.

You climbed on top of his lap, moving his hands around your waist. You ground on his hard tent, a sharp gasp leaving you as you felt his girth glide across. "I've wanted to do this for so long" You gripped his broad shoulders.

"Do you like getting off in my room? With my panties around your cock?" You hummed in Vincent's ears, rolling your hips on his bulge. Vincent nodded, his panting getting louder. His hand grasp your ass, kneading the squishy skin.

"I need to..." Vincent's voice drifted off, he pulled down his waxed stained sweats. His leaking cock sprung out, standing straight on his torso. The tip was burning pink, the pale getting darker the further you looked down at his shaft.

"Please" Vincent mewled, jerking the hem of your shorts. "You're so fucking needy" You slipped off your shorts, readjusting on his lap. Vincent squeezed your breast, rubbing your hard nipple peaking through the thin material.

You pushed his cock inside of your dripping hole. Vincent moaned loudly, his voice cracking from pleasure. "Shh be a good boy. I don't want your brothers to hear" You balled your damp undergarments to his mouth, shoving the fabric in.

"Only you get to see me like this" You muttered, starting to bounce on his prodding length. His base was stretching you fast, you could feel your delicate walls widening.

He looked up, his mask shifting with every thrust. "You're so pretty Vincent" You gulped, massaging your fingers into his roots. His hands slipped down your abdomen, this thumbs placed on your hip.

His forearm flexed as he helped you slam himself back on his cock. "So -ugh- good" His sobs are muffled by your panties. Vincent could taste your essence, the sweet musk made him drool.

Spots blanked your vision. The humid air got to your head. You heard the front door shut. "Shit" You're eyes widened in shock. Vincent spat out your underwear, putting a hand over you mouth.

His arm tightened around you, turning you around, placing your black on the couch. "Only I can...s-see you and hear y-you" Vincent murmured, he buried his cock back into your pussy.

You strained to hear Bo messing around in the kitchen. "Me" Vincent furrowed his eyebrows, pulling your attention back to him. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he crashed into your hips.

"Fuck" You cursed feeling an immediate knot in your stomach form. Spot blinded your vision, you clawed at his back. His balls bounced on your ass.

Your hips ached as he pushed your legs further apart. Your lungs started to shake as you convulsed. You spasmed over his cock, clenching down on his length.

Vincent kept fucking you through your orgasm, keeping a tight handover of your mouth. Bo's footsteps echoed up the stairs. You gripped the edge of the couch, feeling another weird feeling bubble up.

"I'm going to" You moaned, tears brimming to the edge of your eyes. Vincent gulped, gripping the armrest of the couch. His rope of cum stained your flesh walls.

He bucked his hips into you, the mesh of white ooze leaking out of you. The balls of your feet dug into his back as a squirt of fluid came out. The thick warmth came dripping out onto the couch.

Bo knocked on the door "Hey Y/N. Are you okay?". Vincent pulled out, rubbing his twitching tip over your messy soaked hole. "Y-Yeah," You said trying not to moan out Vincent's name.

Bo's footsteps echoed down the hallway. You tried to stabilize your breathing, looking up at Vincent through your eyelashes. "I thought you hated me" You rushed his messy hair behind his ears.

Vincent cocked his head to the side, taking your hand in his and pressing them against his chest. You felt his heart beating rapidly like he was running a marathon.

You smile, kissing the forehead of his mask.

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[mikuni14]

Jazz For Two - Ep 7-8

I was very into this series from episodes 1-6, but regarding episodes 7-8: wtf lmao.

First of all, I'll honestly admit that after Tae Yi's reaction to the kiss and his werid, sexual attack on Se Heon, I wasn't able to enjoy this series as much as I used to 🤷‍♀️ I don't know if it's because of that or in general, but the tone of the show changed for me from previous episodes.

It seems to me that the series wasted its potential, that it had some intentions that it was unable to implement, either due to lack of time, lack of willingness, or lack of opportunity to delve into the topic of homophobia and abuse. In my review of episodes 1-6, I wrote that the series has a The Eight Sense vibe, but that's what it was- just the vibe. Because The Eight Sense didn't leave issues behind, they didn't deal with them half-heartedly, barely touched upon (well, maybe apart from the issue of "friends", but that was at the end anyway and it wasn't something important for MLs). Unfortunately, JFT touched, skipped over and completely ignored literally every topic: domestic violence, homophobia manifested in violence, including sexual one, depression, internalized homophobia, fear…

Personally, I prefer BL series that take place in a "bubble of acceptance" where homophobia doesn't exist. For many reasons, one of them is how homophobia is most of the times treated and "cured" in the series. I think that homophobia in JFT had the potential to be a very good main theme of the series, but unfortunately the series failed to meet the challenge: homophobia exists, is very unpleasant and is not resolved in any logical way. People affected by it just magically "heal" themselves, or after a while… it stops being an issue. Seriously.

The story is there, they just had to delve into it and not be afraid of difficult, heavy topics. I have the impression that I know what the creators wanted to convey, but they chose the wrong scenes and the wrong "means of communication". For example, why Se Heon's agony when he realizes that his brother indirectly caused the suicide of his boyfriend's brother was not shown. How he struggles with it, how he thinks that breaking up with his boyfriend is the right thing to do. Instead, he is shown as someone who knows that his brother rejected Tae Yi's brother's love, resulting in tragedy, and he does the EXACT SAME THING. I thought about this connection immediately, didn't it occur to the creators?

The second couple: a tough, harsh babygirl and his "love nemesis": they simply ceases to exist. WHY. Again - the potential was right there.

This series had incredible potential, killer couples, a great story and a theme that could have turned this series into another The Eight Sense or Love For a Love's Sake. Unfortunately, it didn't work out. (So I decided to focus only on nice scenes and ignore the rest 😚)

#jazz for two #jazz for two the series #bl drama #korean bl

[her-majesty-horiko]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐙𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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➷ ᴄɪᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏ ɢɪʀʟ

ᴛᴀɢs - friends, village, mention of marriage, finding groom, only slight feelings mentioned, indirect kiss

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Looking down on the road where merchants walk upon to reach the market, you sigh before sitting against tree trunk.

"No good man come here today." You mumbled to yourself as you look at sky that was filled with few white clouds.

Your view was quickly cut when a white hair boy's face suddenly appear in front of you. His hair dangling towards down due to gravity as he pulled his head towards down from a branch just above you.

A shriek left your mouth at his suddenly appearance. Composing yourself with an annoyed stare you ask him what was he doing.

"Just seeing a girl who likes to stare every single man like her prey." He nonchalantly said, his head still dangling.

"W-what?" Feeling humiliated you tired to pulled his head down but he quickly pulled himself up as you stare at boy's figure casually laying against tree trunk like he just didn't humiliate you.

You grind your teeth in annoyance as you wonder why he always needs to belittle your ideology to find a suitable groom like this.

Killua Zoldyck, also known as "City Boy" by you since he is from a large city, is a sixteen years old boy who is currently staying in your village since along ago one of his ancestors do a deed for this village and every since then, this village treat someone from the family like some important guest. They even gifted a big piece of land to their family, in which's house Killua is currently staying.

(Y/N) (L/N) aka you, who is called as "Monkey Girl" by Killua since he have watch you eat lot of food and always find you on or near tree. Since in your village kids are marriage early and you're still unmarried, you are currently finding a groom for you. Something Killua looks down on.

"Don't you have anything else to do other than staring at males?"

"Don't make me sound like some pervert!"

He sure don't know best way to start a conversation.

"I am just finding a groom for myself" I said as I lay my eyes on road.

"Aren't you too young for marriage?" He said as he look towards you from above.

"Not in this village."

It was silent for a while as wind move your hair behind. Looking at the position of sun you decided it was past noon. It was time to return back to village.

You called for Killua to go and knowing you won't get any response, you quickly jump down yourself and after the while so did Killua.

You both started to walk towards your way with a little chit-chat, though it was mostly you with asking questions about the place he come from.

"Say, say so you think you can introduce me to someone from your place?" You ask him as Killua give you a strange look, like he was werid out by you but at same time was judging you.

"What's with that look?" You ask him feeling annoyed.

"Don't you ever think about something else other than marriage?"

"Of course I do. How am I supposed to adjust after marriage? How many kids do I want? What skills will I teach my daughter? And let me think on of more." You counted your list on your fingers as Killua just ask you to leave this topic.

"Why did I even bother asking that."

You both reach the market as a smell of some delicious food enter your nose, following it while drooling you reach near the stall as you feel tempted to literally just eat whole stall.

"It will be no suprise if one day you did happen to eat whole stall. I can see his possibility." He said in his usual nonchalant tone as you throw him a angry glare before man running the stall ask you if you would like to each it.

"Yes, how much it is?"

"One for thirty only."

"Huhh, aren't it way too much?"

"Well it's a new dish so I got to make as much as I can before it lost its popularity."

Feeling you can understand man's motive too you decided you will quietly but one without much bragging.

"Ten...fifteen...twenty...I only got twenty on me!" You feel your heart sink. You turn your back around and tired to check your all body, wishing from some place coins might appear magically but of course nothing appear.

Feeling disappointed on your luck you turn around and was about to told man that you will try the food some other day but then you see a hand pushed a hot food wrapped in newspaper in your hands.

"You buy this for me City Boy?" You said with stars rising in your eyes,"Well duhh! Do you think I would just give my own food to a monkey like you?" He smirked at his statement as you rise your first ready to hit him.

"Plus you would have gloomy fave for rest of day if you didn't eat it and it would be an annoying sight." He tried to tease you but this time you didn't get irritated by his words because you focus on their meaning.

"So you wanted to see me happy?"

"Huhhh." Killua feel heat rising to his face as you said those words. He even ask you how you come to such a conclusion.

"Well you say yourself you didn't want to me see sad."

"My words were different!"

"But meaning wasn't."

"Y-you. . .Ahhh whatever. Arguing with you like talking with wall anyways!" Killua state as he rubbed his template.

You didn't comment anything back too him for a while before you thank him with bright smile as Killua feel a flinch in his heart.

Deciding to eat it at some quiet you guys walk a little more before you sit down under a tree and begin to chew on the food Killua brought.

"It's so tasty!" Big stars were in your eyes as Killua stare at your silly behaviour.

"Here have a bite Killua."

"I don't want it."

"Just a bite."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

You do things without care. Killua feel like you, yourself never face a rejection that's why you're like this, so stubborn.

"This food was brought by your money so you deserved to have a bite too. Plus it's if you can't offer whole thing atleast be kind enough to give a small piece of it, my mother used to say that."

Killua remember how you live with your father's brother since he and your mother went towards your mother's home on other side of mountain but never return. Probably dead.

You look at food with sadness growing on your face but suddenly Killua snatched it and take a bite as red lines appear on your cheeks.

"What are you looking at now? I take a bite as you, aren't you happy?"

"I-I am b-but. . ." Your voice faded in between. Killua rise a brow before you bring it close to his mouth for another bite but this time you snatched it from his hand as tck formed in his head.

"So I was only allowed for one bite?" He said in angry tone as he crossed his arms.

"O-of course not!" You respond back quickly. You didn't want him to think you didn't have heart to share more and it was just formality.

"W-well you s-see. . ." You avert your eyes to avoid his stare as you build courage to say your next words.

"I see what?" He question waiting for your response. You mumbled something to yourself that Killua didn't catch on,"What?" Heat rise to your face as with a deep breath you scream your words,"IT WAS AN INDIRECT KISS IF YOU DON'T REALISED!"

And after that it was silent for a while before Killua's face explode.

"WHY DID YOU OFFER ME A BITE THEN?

"I ONLY SAY IT AND THINK YOU WITH BREAK FROM OTHER SIDE AND EAT IT."

"SO YOU ARE BLAMING THIS ON ME?"

"I AM NOT!"

And after the shouting session both you cough as your faces were still flustered.

"I think you guys didn't know about these kind of things?" Killua rub his neck as he eyed you.

"So it was on purpose then?" You eye him suspiciously.

"Don't accuse me!"

Sighing you told him how just because your village is not not influenced by modern culture doesn't mean here people don't know physical affections and all.

"But you know it's my first indirect kiss so be honoured!" You tried to get almighty and prideful but Killua's response again made you mad

"I wonder if eating a food eaten by a monkey previously have any effects on human."

"You are so rude City Boy. You know forget about when I said introduced me to someone from city cause I BET everyone is JUST like YOU!"

Poking your tongue, you munched on your food as you stare at the sky that was filled with bright rays of sun on the other hand Killua just started at sides inorder to hide his red face.

"It's not like I am affected by the fact I shared indirect kiss with that Monkey Girl. Its probably too hot today that's why my body is feeling strange.

"Hey City Boy your face is way too red, you alright?"

You brought your face closer to him as back of your hands touch his cheeks to check his temperature.

Already feeling conflicted by his previous feelings and now this. Killua just put his all blame on you.

"It's all your fault Monkey Girl!

"Eh?"

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I wonder why I write oneshots in a way like it's one part of a whole story.(⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

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#killua x y/n #hxh killua #killua x you #killua hunter x hunter #killua x reader #village #oneshot #character x reader #killua zoldyck

[transgenderer]

Hey I'm so sorry if this is a werid message I'm kind of high but also please please please tell me that French refusal to use English post was a bit I cant tell please please tell me its a bit please

idk what post youre talking abiout but i dont like your tone so im gonna say it was 100% sincere

[oddsconvert]

Shattered #5 - Slowly but Surely

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CW: References to Vampire Whumper, Vampire Caretaker, Pet/Bloodbag Whumpee, References to captivity, Recovery Whump, Drugs/Medication, Vegetative State/Disassociation, Hypnosis/mind control Mentions/ fear of death, Illness, Referenced previous abuse

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Day Seven

Seven days. Declan had reached the one-week milestone since being rescued from captivity and taken under August’s wing. Which was a good sign; it meant things were luckily steering in the right direction for him to survive to this point, beating all the odds.

Although it pained August to admit it, he had wholeheartedly agreed with Vince when he first bought the human. No-one expected the boy to make it past a day or so at best in the condition he was in. Gripped with nerves of terror when August would awake every evening; Declan immediately at the forefront of his mind, rushing to go check on him. He half expected to find a breathless, stiff corpse lying in his spare room by maybe the day three mark. It came as an unbelievable relief upon seeing the slow rise and fall of the human’s chest each time, the diminutive heartbeat thudding against August’s eardrums.

Still alive. For now. Fighting for another day.

Because it turns out Declan is a fighter. Still kicking and clawing to desperately keep his grasp on life, reluctant to let it slip away from him so easily. He just needs that bit of a push; August was that push he needed, he couldn’t have been left to Vince’s clutches, that would be a death sentence in itself. 

Declan’s body was noticeably growing stronger, bit by bit. A hint of tone replenishing in his muscles, his skin once drained of colour now flushed bright pink, and the laborious, raspy wheezes of breath had settled down. The antibiotics were working their magic with the infection running rampant in him, at least the raging temperature was dying down - his skin didn’t feel like a furnace, anymore. But it was still concerning that his psychological state showed no improvement, still zombified in his trance of unawareness. 

What was the point of his body healing if his mind lacked the wherewithal to use it?

Declan stays awake to near impossible exhaustion, that is until his body finally buckles, forcing him to pass out into a fatigued sleep from the deprivation. It’s a nasty situation, there’s no arguing that, but August will not compel the human to slumber. The best thing for him is to just let Declan’s body do its own thing, allow him his own space and time to heal. 

It’s getting easier; taking care of him. The past week has entailed slowly learning the ropes, coming to terms with what to do, and finding out what not to do.

“So, you need to prop him upright-”, August explains, shoving Declan’s noncompliant body into a sitting position, slumped against the headboard, “-and then you need to hold his head up but not too much, keep it flexed slightly, you don’t want the food to just plummet straight down his throat-”

“Right…”

Lucas' attention was intently fixed on August’s lesson on how to do feedings. One of the few obstacles the pair had managed to eventually suss out as best they could after the choking incident on the first day. The idea of surgical intervention had floated around, teetering the instalment of a feeding tube but it was mutually agreed that his body would not handle being put under anaesthetic. He’d most likely die on the table. And so over the last week of experimentation, August had settled on syringe feeding the boy, deeming it the most effective, and the most risk-free. 

High calorific human food, doused with added nutrients, liquised down into a runny watery paste.

“-then get the syringe into his mouth, make sure you get it past his teeth - right to the back of his throat… and then slowly start squeezing it out. Very slowly, don’t overload him - he’ll choke..”, August trailed off as he demonstrated, flashbacks of the first time he’d tried to feed the human popping to mind, reminded of the panic he felt seeing the boy gag and splutter, struggling to breathe around the goopy obstruction in his throat.

“Then get your free hand-”, August takes hold of Lucas’s wrist and lightly pulls it towards Declan’s throat, making him perform a gentle, circular rubbing motion, “-and stimulate his swallow reflex. That’ll help you out - that’s the trick of this…he has to work with you”.

And sure enough he does. His Adam's apple bobs as he instinctively swallows, sending the food down his throat to his stomach, that thankfully hasn’t felt that feeling of emptiness in days. There’s no coughing, no choking, no retching - it’s a success. A satisfied smile is exchanged between the pair; this could actually work, they could really pull Declan out the other side of this. 

Lucas pulls the oxygen mask back over Declan’s mouth and nose, as he does after every feeding, tightening the elastic strap at the back of his tousled hair until it's a snug fit. Meanwhile, August gets to work at changing the old IV solution bags from their poles, making Declan’s usual cocktail of medication, painkillers and nutrients. Declan owes his life to that concoction streaming through his body.

“He’s come a long way, hasn’t he? I think this may be doable. He might not be a lost cause afterall”, August chimes in, moving to now tuck Declan into his bed, shoving the edges of the blanket into the side of the mattress. He wants this to work more than anything else in the world - not even because that amount of dedicated work deserves a payoff… but because he’s grown so attached to the ill human. 

August wants to give the boy his second go around of life, to dance with death and live to tell the tale - to recover, heal and maybe one day be able to return him back to his home. He deserves all that and more after everything he’s clearly been put through. He deserves happiness. But he also knows if Declan does get through this, August has to prepare himself to hear the horrors he endured during that terrible time. 

“I have high hopes, August. I think he can do it”, Lucas beams,  “He’s improved so quickly, it can only go up from here, right?”

Day Twelve

Why isn't he getting better?

We're doing everything we can…

Why is it not enough?

He’s still not there, it doesn’t seem like he’ll ever be there. He’s still stuck. That glassy, vacant haze over his eyes remains as he continues to stare off into nothingness. No-one expected him to snap back to consciousness in a blink of an eye, for a miracle to happen overnight but he could at least start showing some sign of creeping out of his mind. 

“Come on, Declan….”, August rests his forehead on the bed, arms outstretched and squeezing Declans hand reassuringly, careful of the array of cannulas and tubes sticking out, stroking his thumb along the warmed skin. “We want to meet you. Fight this”.

Lucas watches on in concern, peeping through the doorway. Worried sick about his friend that hasn’t emerged from the spare room in days; he just sits all day, everyday…observing, waiting. Waiting for even just a hint of change, but nothing is happening. It’s like they’ve hit a standstill, Declan is physically on the mend but that seems to be all that’s happening. Maybe his mind can’t be put back together, afterall. 

“August… the sun’s rising. You should rest, it’s early-”, it sounds more like a light-hearted suggestion but Lucas means it as an order. August will wind up making himself sick if he keeps this up, if he carries on neglecting his own care in exchange for Declan’s.

“I’m going to stick around a bit longer-”

“You’ve been in here for days. You haven’t even eaten, do you want to feed?”, he approaches August, rolling up the sleeve of his shirt and outstretching his forearm as an offering. But August just crinkles his nose up at it, wordlessly turning the blood down as he returns his gaze to Declan. He’s lost his appetite, how could he eat at a time like this?

“Well, you should at least close the curtains in here.”

“Maybe the vitamin D from the sun might do him some good.”

Lucas can only blink at that in shock, he doesn’t even know how to respond. Surely he can’t be serious… that’s ridiculous. In a few hours time, the room will look like a booby trap of laser beams like a scene from a spy film, from the burning sunlight leaking through the windows.

“Dude. You need to rest, eat… to just do something and anything other than this. I don’t think you’re thinking straight. Were you really going to sit in here with rows of beaming sunlight? That’s insanity!”. 

August knows he’s right, that sitting in here with a watchful eye does nothing other than be a detriment to his own health. But he feels responsible, like he is at fault for Declan’s condition. He shouldn’t feel responsible, there’s nothing he could have done differently, no way for him to have known about the boy’s existence, nor his torment and he’d be powerless to have rescued him any sooner. But it was one of his own that did this to do Declan… another vampire. And August can’t help but feel guilt for that, Vince and the like were marring the name of vampires.

“I can’t leave him, Lucas. What if he wakes up and no-one’s here? He’ll be so scared-”.

“If it’s any consolation. I don’t think he’s waking up anytime soon. And even if he does, he’ll be absolutely fine - I’m sure he’ll manage. I’ll let you know if anything changes-”, Lucas walks around to him, placing a hand upon his shoulder and slowly peeling him away from the bed. Now he can get a proper peek at August’s face, he sees that he’s an exhausted wreck. Like he’s never slept a day in his life, like a drop of blood hasn’t graced his tongue in a hundred years - the stress painted across his face and it breaks Lucas’ heart to see how much this is taking from him.

“I know this may sound harsh but… what will be will be. We said this from day one, didn’t we? Not to get our hopes up?”

“I know, I just… wish we could do more for him. Why isn’t our best enough?”.

“He’s been through a lot. Maybe a hell of a lot more than we could ever even imagine. But he is improving… in some departments. That’s good right?”.

August nods. It’s true, maybe it’s just August getting too greedy and wishing for the speedy recovery to be too speedy. Admittedly, Declan had been through a hell of a lot and for the state he was in, was making fair progress. But he can’t help but feel disheartened from the lack of consciousness.

“Go to bed. I got this.”

Day Seventeen

Ever since August spoke to his contact in Brazil, requesting an off the book, sneaky test sample of their antidote to vampiric persuasion - every single day without fail, they’d eyed the post awaiting the delivery. That was their final hope, their last line of attack to finally get through to Declan. If this falls through, it truly was the end of the road, and they would finally have to let Declan go… to call it a day.

The wait was excruciating, it felt like an entire lifetime and a half of looking out for the parcel everyday, racked with nail-biting anxiety.

And then the day came. The harsh slam of the letterbox echoed throughout the house. And sitting on the door mat, was a small parcel wrapped in streams and streams of glossy tape, all with different warnings in block letters covering them.

BIOHAZARD. FRAGILE. HANDLE WITH CARE.

August nearly trips over his own feet with the blurring speed in which he darts to sweep up the package. Ripping at the parcel recklessly, throwing heaps of tape and paper to the floor before his eyes set on the tiniest vial of clear liquid, a packaged syringe accompanying it, with a handwritten note enveloped. His eyes fly over the text as he flits up the stairs.

-

Dear August,

I hope you’re keeping yourself well, and out of trouble. I’m so awfully sorry to hear about the condition of your patient. I wish both you and him the best of luck with his recovery, if there’s anything more I can do to aid you in this journey, please do not hesitate to call. 

As mentioned, this research remains in testing phases. It is not approved for world-wide pharmaceutical distribution and we are under-informed and lacking in sufficient evidence to confirm any detrimental side-effects of this research. Though I understand it must be worth the shot in the grand scheme of things for your human. We've observed significant results within participant responses to the treatment - I hope this is seen in your case.

For administration, the dosage is 0.3ml, with a further 0.3ml to be injected 30 days from now.

I wish you the best of luck, August. And please inform me of any results and improvements.

All my love,

Bryony.

-

August urgently tosses the letter to the ground and kneels by Declan’s bedside, fumbling quickly with the syringe and small bottle to withdraw the dosage. There’s no real rush, he doesn’t need to be frantically speeding to get it done but a mixture of excitement and eagerness consumes him. 

For the most part, Declan’s body was healing. It looked like an actual human being, a person was lying soundly asleep in the bed now, and not a heap of skin and bones tangled underneath the covers. 

But now it was time for his mind to heal.

August rips the blanket away from him, noticing the instant rise of goosebumps pricking along his arms from the sudden gush of cold air hitting his skin. 

He plunges the syringe straight into Declan’s upper arm, pushing down and flushing its contents into his system. 

All they can do now is play the waiting game.

Day Twenty

*THUD*

August jumps out of his skin from the sudden thundering bang from above him…sounding from upstairs. Lucas was in the kitchen, humming and beltering obnoxiously loud to the radio as he cooked himself some dinner. August in the next room over, reading with his feet up, just revelling in his free evening. Up until the crashing sound, that is.

No-one was upstairs. No-one other than the comatose patient.

Maybe it’s something stupid, an object falling over accidentally. Like the time Lucas left a glass of juice awkwardly balanced on the edge of his bedside table, inevitably tippling over with shards of glass sprinkling across his room and juice sloshing all over the cream coloured carpets. Or maybe someone was in the house, an intruder trying his luck - rummaging around to find expensive goods to loot.

Or maybe…it was what August so desperately hoped it was.

He doesn't hesitate, jolting to his feet, doesn't even swing by the kitchen to alert Lucas of what he thinks is happening. He just bee-lines straight up towards Declans room.

And god… he almost chokes with a cry of relief, nearly crumbling to the floor with shock, his legs giving in when he reaches Declan's door.

Before he even looks in, August hears the boy's panicked, struggling hyperventilations of breath on the other side of the door. He peeks through the slight crack in the doorway; the boy is sobbing in fear, weakly ripping at all the needles and wires in his body. August can tell that every slight movement hurts like hell - from the way his muscles tense and his sluggish motions. Slamming his eyelids shut, scrunching his face up into a ball of pain as he shoves his palms against his skull, rocking back and forth like his mind is about to implode. Like he's fighting so damn hard against the agony coursing through every part of him.

And the panic. August can actually see the panic within him, that unimaginable fear as weary yet glossy eyes scan the room, the strange environment he has awoken in. The poor thing looks so confused, deathly afraid but also…heartbroken.

August pushes the door to, attempting to quietly creep in to not spook him but the slight jarring creak of the door gives him away. 

Declan instantly freezes, his head shooting over to stare with eyes of terror at August and in that moment...Declan sees death.

Wide, mortified brown eyes lock onto the ruby red.

Declan is finally awake.

Then the blood-curdling sound of a hoarse, howling scream ripples through the room…

-

#Shattered #vampire whumper #bloodbag whumpee #whump oc #whump #whump community #whump writing #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #captivity #mind control #hypnosis #recovery whump #recovery fic #rescued #vampire caretaker #💀 #Declan Durant OC #August Crinamorte OC #Lucas Slater OC #Vince Morelli OC

[mariana-oconnor]

The Copper Beeches pt 2

I observed that he sat frequently for half an hour on end, with knitted brows and an abstracted air, but he swept the matter away with a wave of his hand when I mentioned it. "Data! data! data!" he cried impatiently. "I can't make bricks without clay." And yet he would always wind up by muttering that no sister of his should ever have accepted such a situation.

Holmes is worried. He really does seem to always worry about women in potentially abusive situations. This is also why the werid Enola Holmes law suit was weird, btw. The argument for that was that Holmes wasn't depicted as caring about women until the later works, which were not out of copyright, yet this was published in 1892. He's literally referencing a theoretical sister here in a way that clearly shows he would be a concerned brother.

"Please be at the Black Swan Hotel at Winchester at midday to-morrow," it said. "Do come! I am at my wit's end. HUNTER.

I love the tone of this telegram. It's got that 'please' at the beginning, to be polite, but then at the end it's less 'I'm scared' and more exasperation.

"That will do very nicely. Then perhaps I had better postpone my analysis of the acetones, as we may need to be at our best in the morning."

Alas, the acetones will have to wait. Holmes is both willing to postpone his chemistry, but also concerned that he will need to be his best.

By eleven o'clock the next day we were well upon our way to the old English capital.

Such a weird little historical note there. London's been the capital city of England since... Idk... around the Normal conquest in 1066? I don't know if there's an exact date. Most people these days wouldn't even know that Winchester used to be an important city, but Watson's just slipping that in there.

Holmes had been buried in the morning papers all the way down, but after we had passed the Hampshire border he threw them down and began to admire the scenery. It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man's energy. All over the countryside, away to the rolling hills around Aldershot, the little red and grey roofs of the farm-steadings peeped out from amid the light green of the new foliage.

Another lovely description of the scenery and the weather. Everything's so nice. What a lovely day to prevent a crime. And Holmes taking time to look at the scenery.

"You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there."

Holmes is super optimistic. This entire speech about the country is why Midsomer Murders exists. Lolol. Look at the idyllic countryside, just full of crime and violence.

"But look at these lonely houses, each in its own fields, filled for the most part with poor ignorant folk who know little of the law."

I feel like that's a little rude of you. I'm pretty sure that even in the countryside people know that murder and theft are illegal.

"I have devised seven separate explanations, each of which would cover the facts as far as we know them."

I want to know what these seven explanations are. I really do.

"In the first place, I may say that I have met, on the whole, with no actual ill-treatment from Mr and Mrs Rucastle."

I feel like this is more luck than anything else. The man is very creepy. We have not yet met the wife, but if she is anything like her husbad described her, she too is very creepy.

"I have gathered that they have been married about seven years, that he was a widower, and that his only child by the first wife was the daughter who has gone to Philadelphia. Mr Rucastle told me in private that the reason why she had left them was that she had an unreasoning aversion to her stepmother."

The fact that she's a stepmother doesn't fill me with confidence in this matter. Still not sure Alice isn't buried under the floorboards. Not to malign stepparents, but in stories like this, they're often the bad guys.

"Mrs Rucastle seemed to me to be colourless in mind as well as in feature. She impressed me neither favourably nor the reverse. She was a nonentity. It was easy to see that she was passionately devoted both to her husband and to her little son. Her light grey eyes wandered continually from one to the other, noting every little want and forestalling it if possible."

This is the most insulting description of a person. She's just nothingness personified. Although this in itself is unsettling. The fact that her husband seems to have such a big personality and she just fades into the background and tries to pre-empt his needs. Eeeh... I'm getting weird vibes. Maybe she's just a naturally retiring and quiet person. But it feels more like a woman who is scared of upsetting her husband. We once again have only the husband's reported word that Alice left because of her.

And sometimes she's just found crying?

Yeeeah. I'm not into this. Nope. Not good.

More than once I have surprised her in tears. I have thought sometimes that it was the disposition of her child which weighed upon her mind, for I have never met so utterly spoiled and so ill-natured a little creature. He is small for his age, with a head which is quite disproportionately large. His whole life appears to be spent in an alternation between savage fits of passion and gloomy intervals of sulking. Giving pain to any creature weaker than himself seems to be his one idea of amusement, and he shows quite remarkable talent in planning the capture of mice, little birds, and insects.

Ah, our earlier suspicions about the child are accurate, it seems. This is a serial killer in the making. If this were a modern story he would have killed his older sister by pushing her down the stairs and his parents would be covering it up.

I don't know where the creepy servants come in. Maybe they just don't like the Rucastles because they're serial killers?

"'Oh, yes,' said he, turning to me, 'we are very much obliged to you, Miss Hunter, for falling in with our whims so far as to cut your hair. I assure you that it has not detracted in the tiniest iota from your appearance. We shall now see how the electric-blue dress will become you. You will find it laid out upon the bed in your room, and if you would be so good as to put it on we should both be extremely obliged.'"

Creeeeepy creepy creepy creepy. Just skin-crawlingly creepy. Don't comment on her appearance, dickhead. This is just a whole pile of weird.

"The dress which I found waiting for me was of a peculiar shade of blue. It was of excellent material, a sort of beige"

I've looked up beige but I still don't really understand what this means, because yes it did used to refer to a fabric, but the fabric was specifically undyed wool. This fabric is definitely dyed, so... Is it a woollen dress?

"...then Mr Rucastle, walking up and down on the other side of the room, began to tell me a series of the funniest stories that I have ever listened to. You cannot imagine how comical he was, and I laughed until I was quite weary."

So he wants her to dress up pretty and listen to his stand-up routine?

"They were always very careful, I observed, to turn my face away from the window, so that I became consumed with the desire to see what was going on behind my back. At first it seemed to be impossible, but I soon devised a means. My hand-mirror had been broken, so a happy thought seized me, and I concealed a piece of the glass in my handkerchief."

I'm always so happy when the people who come to Holmes do their own detective work. Like Mr Melas in the last story, getting the information out of poor Paul under the villains' noses. Miss Hunter here is not just accepting what's going on, she's trying to actively decipher it. Alas, her subterfuge is discovered and she is turned into an active participant in whatever game the Rucastles are playing on the man in the street outside.

Interesting that Mrs Rucastle is the one who takes the initiative here. Clearly she's not as silent a partner in this as she appears.

"'It's only Carlo, my mastiff. I call him mine, but really old Toller, my groom, is the only man who can do anything with him. We feed him once a day, and not too much then, so that he is always as keen as mustard. Toller lets him loose every night, and God help the trespasser whom he lays his fangs upon. For goodness' sake don't you ever on any pretext set your foot over the threshold at night, for it's as much as your life is worth.'"

Ah good. Animal cruelty and oblique threats to her life. That's what we like to see. 'We essentially starve our dog to make sure he's aggressive' is such a dick move. I can see where little Edward gets his animal cruelty from. A chip off the old block, that one.

This family is just so messed up.

Holmes has connections with loads of people, he must know someone who needs a governess and isn't a complete nightmare of a person.

"The very first key fitted to perfection, and I drew the drawer open. There was only one thing in it, but I am sure that you would never guess what it was. It was my coil of hair."

Yep, that's Alice's hair. I don't think I remember Alice being buried under the floorboards, but I honestly wouldn't put it past these people.

"There was one wing, however, which appeared not to be inhabited at all. A door which faced that which led into the quarters of the Tollers opened into this suite, but it was invariably locked."

Oooooh. Alice is locked in the secret wing of the house. How very Bluebeard.

I once saw him carrying a large black linen bag with him through the door.

The mind does automatically go to 'body', doesn't it? I don't think it is a body, but that is what I thought immediately on reading this.

Violet Hunter does pretty much all the leg work in this story. She works out that there's someone behind her, she discovers the forbidden rooms, she sneaks into them. She gets so close to discovering the truth and then...

I turned and ran—ran as though some dreadful hand were behind me clutching at the skirt of my dress. I rushed down the passage, through the door, and straight into the arms of Mr Rucastle, who was waiting outside.

Well... this isn't going to end well.

"'My dear young lady! my dear young lady!'—you cannot think how caressing and soothing his manner was—'and what has frightened you, my dear young lady?' "But his voice was just a little too coaxing. He overdid it. I was keenly on my guard against him."

Glad to see that she's finally seeing through him and has the sense not to tell him what she saw. Although she probably shouldn't have left the door open.

"'Well, then, you know now. And if you ever put your foot over that threshold again'—here in an instant the smile hardened into a grin of rage, and he glared down at me with the face of a demon—'I'll throw you to the mastiff.'"

Ah, there it is, a direct threat to her life. His illusions of civility are peeled back and he's no longer just creepy, but actively horrible.

I do like Violet Hunter, she's such an active participant in events. She doesn't just present a puzzle and then let Holmes tell her what's up, she sniffs around and tries to work out what's going on. And what's going on is a whole lot of bad news.

I'm not sure why Alice is locked in the forbidden wing of the house, but that really doesn't matter. I didn't think she was in Philadelphia. It might be a story a little similar to Miss Sutherland's. She has an inheritance and if she marries, her father and stepmother will no longer have access to it, so locked in her rooms she must be and a doppelganger brought out to pretend that Alice is still happy and healthy.

A whole house full of horrible people. And that poor dog.

I wonder what happened to Alice's mother.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Copper Beeches #long post

[kittenwalker]

unexpected (evan peters) x (fem!reader)

notes : hey yall, i wrote this on a whim last night when i was in a werid mood so yea sorry if it isn't the best, also not proofread so sorry for the mistakes :,) 

Highschool soulmates, platonically. Well at least at the start. Y/n was never the cool kid and neither was Evan, so they made the perfect duo. They were always quiet and scared when they were alone in school because of all the popular girls and jocks. But after finding out about each other's existence, they were much more confident together, she even started to fall for him. They were like each other’s halves, they even made up a promise ‘ forever we shall last, only death should do us apart. ‘ they said it when they would part ways. The pair was like the unbreakable duo in every Disney show, but of course they usually ended up with a betrayal or a broken friendship. So the promise that was once unbreakable was now shattered into pieces after Evan became famous.

-

Graduating highschool was the dream for Y/n, she always wanted to escape out of that hellhole, but even better she escaped with straight A’s. She was excited and nervous for college but all she wanted right now was the long break. Y/n wanted to travel with Evan during this break, until she remembered he was out town, shooting for a show or whatever. Ever since he decided to start his acting career in the middle of highschool, he was always too ‘ busy ‘ or ‘ tired ‘ to spend time with her. It really made a gap in their friendship but at least it wasn't completely gone, yet. 

But that was when things started to go downhill the older they got. They were both in their early 20s and Evan’s career was flying out of the world because of his debut in American Horror Story. He even got a girlfriend, Emma Roberts. About Y/n, she was still ordinary and single. I mean she tried getting into a relationship but deep down feelings for Evan still mingled around, so when she heard about the whole Emma and Evan thingy, she was jealous. Evan doesn’t even contact her anymore, that’s what hurts her the most. She didn’t even have him as anything anymore, Y/n doesn’t even know why, he just started ignoring her. They didn’t even leave off on a bad term, they met up and had coffee to catch up on each other’s life before this whole problem started. That’s what pissed her off, there was no good reason for him to start avoiding her, he just doesn’t want to be her friend anymore I guess, maybe he finally realised how much of a loser she was after he became cool and famous.

Y/n didn’t let go of the situation though, she couldn’t. No matter how hard she tried, she wanted her best friend back. But she started moving on even though her wish wasn’t fulfilled, she couldn’t do anything about it so all she can do is just move forward and forget about him. Even though deep down she still had hope left stuck in her.

-

Y/n was happy

She’s got a good job and a great living with a cat as well. She finally got her happiness, Y/n got everything she wanted, living in peace and a more than stable life. Until she was doing her evening walk to the mall so she could get some coffee and do some shopping. Y/n had to pass a few residents in order to get to the mall. While walking past a porch, a small golden retriever ran up to her leg. Y/n felt the paws on her ankle and looked down in confusion on what’s touching her. Seeing that it was just a furry friend, she kneeled down and cupped its tiny face.

“ Oh how cute you are, but where’s your owner huh? “ She said, pulling on its collar to see if there was a cell number. And as if on cue, a man came running from the sidewalk, seeming out of breath.

“ God goldie you can’t just run up to strangers, hey I’m so sorry for the bother of my dog. “ the mystery man said while trying to gulp up all the air he could.

After hearing the voice, Y/n stopped dead in her movements. The voice was way too familiar for her not to recognize it, sure it got deeper but the tone didn’t change. How could she not know who it was? That’s the voice she most longed for to hear, but she didn’t want to confront him now. Y/n wasn’t ready and after this many years she wouldn’t want to see him anymore. Not when he saved her depressing life in highschool then proceeded to choose fame over her.  

The smile was wiped off on her face and she turned away, hopefully unnoticed. 

“ Y/n? “

Shit, how did he remember me or recognized me? When a person decided to ignore you, you’d definitely think he wouldn’t want to save the memories of your face. But wrong this one remembered. 

Y/n didn’t know what to do, she just froze, not wanting to turn around. So her flight came into her and she just walked away. Until a tug on her wrist stopped her. No she couldn’t do this, she didn’t want to. All the pain and memories would come rushing back into her if she turned around to see him. Her vision started to blur as the water in her eyes overflowed and a tear rolled out. Wanting anything else than to see him but he wouldn’t give up, still holding onto her. Y/n turned her body to face Evan, letting him see the damage he made with a small incident. 

“ Hey what’s wrong “ he said bringing his hand to her cheek

Swiping it away before it even touched her. ‘ No he doesn’t get to do this, he avoided me for years and now asks what’s wrong? ‘. 

“ No Evan, don’t act like you care now. “

Evan only plastered a confused expression onto his face. What a great actor he had become and Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

“ You’re confused huh? Don’t worry I’ll bring back the memory, the ignoring? The whole ‘ you're famous now and don’t want to be friends with a loser ‘, remember?  What happened Evan? I texted you, called you over and over again and you wouldn’t pick up or even read my messages. YOU chose fame over ME, the girl that was by your side when you had no one. “

After hearing your reasoning, his face dropped and he looked as if he was guilty. He didn’t even know what to say because this was all his fault afterall.

“ So what, you're going to give me the silent treatment now? You know, remember our promise? ‘ forever we shall last, only death should do us apart ‘. Well that was when death occurred, our friendship and me. I felt like I died when you wouldn’t even attend school or hangout with me because you were so busy all the time. “ 

At this point, Y/n’s whole face was wet and the sky was getting dark. Evan still stood there frozen, it was frustrating like he was still ignoring her. But in a blink of an eye, there was Evan, kissing her. Y/n wanted to push him away, but the deep feeling that stayed for him came bubbling back up, being bigger this time. His lips were soft against her wet ones as he slowly kissed her until they broke apart.

“ Why did you do that, don’t you have a girlfriend? “

“ Why’d you kiss back? “ 

Silence is what filled the air, until Evan broke it.

“ My ex-girlfriend was why I was separated from you, she was jealous because she kept seeing me text you. Emma got insecure and demanded for me to erase your number, and my dumbass was too head over heels for her to see the problem. So I did as I was told, soon I didn’t think about you anymore. But I didn’t forget you, I realised how toxic we were and I broke it off. I recovered your number and tried texting back, but you changed your number Y/n. That happened 2 years ago. “ Evan whispered the last part

Y/n was in shock, speechless. The mystery was now solved, and it really wasn’t Evan’s fault. Still would take some time to forgive him though, all those years were wasted when they could have spent it together. She didn’t know what else to say so she just kissed him, cliche but really, her mind blanked out.

“ Woof Woof! “ goldie barked

Y/n and Evan turned their attention to the puppy in need of attention, stretching their ankles. They looked at him and laughed, maybe Y/n’s cat could be great friends with goldie.

#evan peters #evan peter smut #evan peter fluff #evan peter x reader #evan peters imagine #evan peters drabble #evan peters oneshot #ahs #ahs fandom #evan peters blurb #tate langdon #kit walker #kyle spencer #james patrick march #american horror story

[fuck-you-official]

ifucking hate going to baking classes in my school i had to devide dough into 15 different parts and the girls were huddled next to me (10 of them) and they kept saying stuff like "its not equal" and other insulting stuff and it kept distracting me and they kept taking my dough when i wasnt done making them equal and they even called me SLOW???? which hurt me very much and they tried to act so nice and made the teacher tell me to let them """"help me"""" which consisted of taking every single dough i made and not letting me make him equal so i can make them into little bone shapes, they took one straight from my hands when i tried to help, im done pretending to tolerate them they all snicker at me like im a werid alien, yeah it would have taken longer if you guys shut up and didnt mutter alot and kept complaining WHILE I WAS TRYING TO FINISH MY JOB

another expirience from baking class was when we started and the first thing i had to do was sift the flour and i grabbed the sifter and another girl poured the flour and kept complaining about how i didnt sift it right and i asked them to tell me how to sift it right if im not doing it right and another girl just took the sifter from me and just finished my job, it made me so mad because i dont get to do anything else because either everyone is much faster then i am or they just forceibly take it from me and then wonder why i dont do anything, i am terrible at everything but atleast ill try to get some expirience out of it

i hate them i hate them so much i cant pretend to tolerate them i need to tell the teacher to move me away from them aswell, i know im shit at doing stuff in this class but i just wanna feel like im contributing something, the worst thing is that they have a "mean something in a condesending way but they say it with a nice tone of voice so when you tell anyone they will act like angels and say that they were being nice and you get scolded for it instead" type of deal, i almost cried in class and one of them very loudly said "LOOK AT HER SHES CRYING!!!!" thankfully we had a break and no one rushed to me or said anything else but i hate it, thank god i was allowed to leave early at school i cant handle them, its a shame

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#vent post #ask to tag

[strawberryspotsstuff]

HAY GIRL LEANS AGAINST WALL I HAVE A REQUES T !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OKY THIS ONE YOU MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW BUT CAN YOU WRITE A FIDDLEPAT X READER WHERE READER IS APPLYING TO WORK AT AMAZOOK AND FIDDLEPAT KEEPS YELLING AT THEM BUT ITS OKAY BC ITS LOVABLE BUT READER HONESTLY CANT TELL IF HES ACTUALLY MAD OR NOT LMFAOOO

LMFAO AMAZING!!!

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Fiddlepat x Reader

All was silent except the white noise of heavy machinery in the background. As you at in the lonesome leather chair. The freshly painted white walls made you feel trapped in the grey-toned room, in front of you was Fiddlepat, sitting in his chair, reading over your resume. Eyes peeking over the paper, staring at you before looking back at the paper.

"15, YES? YOU GET PAID, 15" Fiddlepat blinked, shouting at you. Spit flying into your face.

"Uhh, uh, yeah." You nodded wearily, titling your head.

He nodded dramatically, resting your resume to the side, before slamming his drawers open. Clumsily snatching and placing a freshly printed piece of paper in front of you.

"GOOD. GOOD. WE WILL TEST YOUR SKILL, OKAY?" he questioned.

"Of..of course, and what is that?" You asked, squinting your eyes.

His face contorted into an expression you couldn't read before smiling again, creepy you thought.

"CONSENT."

"For what?"

"YOU WILL SEE." he answered with un-blinking eyes, only gesturing for you to sign the paper. He did, look annoyed, or what you assumed was his annoyed face.

You nodded shyly, taking a pen from his cup holder and and skimmed over the words, biting your lip you took your chances and messily signed your name on the bottom dotted line. Jeeze what were you getting yourself into?

"WONDERFUL. OKAY. FOLLOW, NOW!!!!" Fiddlepat stood up, grabbing the signed paper and stuffing it back into his draws, before quickly he walked out of his office. You stumbled behind, catching up to him and following his heel.

Throughout the day, he questionably kept screaming, at everything and everyone. You, delightfully got to meet other co-workers, testing your skill of stacking boxes and showing off his vending machine? You shrugged it off, and easily stacked the various boxes.

Throughout the day, you did have your seconded thoughts of "Amazook" and overall the attitude of Fiddlepat. At certain points you thought that he did hate you, but then got whiplash from his random hug or thumbs up after his screaming. Maybe it was just how, he sounded and looked?

At the end, him and all the other employees, circled around you and clapped at your successful job on the "test" Though, it wasn't... hard, you kept your inner thoughts quiet as you thanked everyone.

Jeeze these guys were werid.

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gorcey gnaggg <333

#strawberrycow writes #roblox myths #fiddlepat x reader #filddepat

[quirkywarcriminal]

Werid Obscure Movies #2

Adrenaline Drive (1999) is a Japanese rom-com directed by Shinobu Yaguchi. A rental car clerk and a timid nurse take a briefcase full of money from the yakuza, and a wild cross-country chase occurs.

The flim is an extremely easy watch filled with fun characters and great side stories that complement the main story. The story isn’t afraid to slow down the pace and evolve the main characters as they go through their dangerous journey. The tone of the movie is lighthearted, with comedic moments that are genuinely funny.

The script is surprisingly strong, with the plot moving forward with few hiccups. The movie treats you to these fun character interactions that just set the world of the movie perfectly. Some of the story beats invoke genuine suspense for the audience 

The movie is perfectly executed for what it needs to be. Barring a part of the movie where characters make dumb decisions and it becomes a tiny bit tedious,the movie doesn’t have many flaws. The ending of the movie is its way of saying that it doesn’t care about being preachy but rather that it wants you to have a good time 

If you love those weird Japanese ads,you are gonna eat this one up.

#movies #japanese #romcom #jmovie

[masonyouryanderelover]

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: The Base Violence Necesary for Charge

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: child! jinx/powder 𝐱 child! ekko w/ an child! oc who roller skates 🛼

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧/𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 🆂🅴🆁🅸🅴🆂

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s progress day, Powder and Kara are older (were still in the backstory 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖)

 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬: 𝐁𝐨,𝐕, 𝐥𝐨, 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐲, 𝐕𝐚𝐧, 𝐊𝐚𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️: 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐬,𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬

Recap of ‘some mysteries are better left unsolved’

I opened my eyes and took a sip of the drink

Vander took powder’s bunny that I made her He looked up at something i looked back.

𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝

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Voice’s Pov:

[man 1] Story of oppsites, There’s peace in water.

[Man 1] Like it’s holdin’ you, whisperin’ in low tones to let it in. And every problem in the world will fade away.

[??] But then there’s this thing... in your head, and it’s raging. Lighting every nerve with madness.

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Vi’s POV:

I heard something like someone walking by the door. It was 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

[Vi] Vander?

[sighing] We don’t have much time.

[Vi] How did you find me?

[Vander] I’m proud of you. Always have been.

[Vi] I’m sorry, I… This is the only way to protect the others.

[Benzo] Vander.

[Vander] You’ve got a good heart. Don’t ever lose it. No matter how the world tries to break you.

[Vander] You’re a good kid

[Vi] What are you— No.

He thorn me in the basement, he locked it

[Vi] Vander

I grabbed the handle to open it, it wouldn’t budge

[Vi] Let me out. This isn’t right.

I banged on the door, because this is not right I want to help but I can’t, He can’t do this to us we needed him.

[Grayson] I’m guessing that’s for me.

[Grayson] I’m not putting you away, Vander.

[Vander] The Council needs its pound of flesh.

[Grayson] Without you down here, it all falls apart.

[Vander] Benzo will handle things.

[Vander] He may not have my devilish charm, but he runs a tight ship.

I banged on the door again after he said that

[Vi] Vander, no. You can’t do this.

[Grayson] You won’t be coming back for a long time.

[Vander] I know.

[Vi] No. VANDER. SHIT

[Grayson] Why?

[Vander] Mm. It’s the only way

[Vi] Benzo,OPEN THE DAMN DOOR. UGH

[Vi] what’s happening?

[Grayson] Hey. Stop right there

I looked out the window, to look outside then 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃.

[Benzo] What the devil.

[Vander] No.

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Kara’s POV:

I was walking then i heard gun shots, I ran over to the sound and hid behind the wall and saw 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑.

And benzo with a enforcer i saw dead bodies i gasped some one came out the fog it was a man a werid looking one too.

[Vander] Silco?

[Benzo] Go crawl back into whatever hole you came out of.

[Vander] benzo stop.

[Silco] You never did know when to walk away.

[Vander] no don’t

Benzo got knocked down by something they were right in front of me.

[Kara] No.No.NOOOO!

the man looked my way, i was scared

[Kara] shit!

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒， 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝐹𝐴𝑆𝑇 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝐹𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅

#lgbtqia+ #mental health #masonyouryanderelover #sadcore #karma is a bitch #i will never recover #ihavekarma

[nearestapothecary]

Prisoners of the Ghostland - Review

I'm gonna be honest (I always am with these) I didn't really get this film. I still enjoyed it, but I came away thinking... huh, neat. There's a really great twist in this film that I liked and overall I think the film was pretty good. However I actually don't know if I'd recomend that you watch it.

It feels weird to say that as I rarely watch a film that I like that I wouldn't recomend to people after but Prisoners of the Ghostland kind of feels like a film that you sort of stumble on while you're off sick rather than going and watching it on purpose.

I found this film by listening to its soundtrack and to be honest it gets repeititve quite early on. So the film feels longer than it actually is. It has a werid (but good) blend of Japanese and American tropes as well as being an unusal genre mix of horror and western which made the film worth watching for me.

Overall I would have to say that the best part of this film is the visuals. It has some absolutely gorgeous shots and features a slightly toned down Nick Cage.

I haven't seen anything else from Sion Sono, so me being in enjoyment purgatory may be because of my lack of experience with his style and Japanese films in general.

#prisoners of the ghostland #prisoners of the ghostland review #film #film stills #movie stills #film review #movie review #filmmaking #horror film #sion sono #cinematography #cinema #cinephile #films #movies #japanese films

[understandableparadox]

A little trip, through the dreams,

you have decided humans are still something that holds a special interest to you. You want to speak to more of them but they can be hard to find... or speak with sometimes. there are some that you don't entirely recognize, men in suits attempting to build something in the ephemeral, children in burnt clothes attempting to find old familiar comforts, Teenagers in the throes of lament as they find themselves out of any expectant eye. You find them very depressing and somewhat rude, as they stop what they are doing and scream or ask you odd questions. they don't seem to be engaging in the same behavior as some of the others are anyways. if what rose said is true, then they perhaps are not “done” yet. they still need to do something before they are satisfied...OOH! YOU ARE LEARNING~! your travels are starting to become more difficult, instead of getting to serenely float through the air, your preferred from of travel, you find yourself making your way through very inconvenient rocks in some sort of tunnel. its dark, and a bit more wet then you would prefer. so you stop considering the ground wet and instead simply shiny in a weird way. it works of course, there are caves in the other dream bubbles but this one is... mundane in a weird way. there are no sudden stone brick paths, no massive openings into circular rooms lined with mysterious hieroglyphs, merely tunnels that become large and small at random. some of these entrances lead to very spikey yet sparkly rooms and some lead to very smooth looking rooms, the stones white. still crystalline in a sense. as you enter a room, you are suddenly hit by an odd sound. rhythmic with a very deep bass to it. it echoes in a vary weird way through the tunnels, but only to a certain point in which it suddenly ceases...

with that, the two sat in music playing from a old laptop. occasionally it would be stopped and played again, and again and again. the only changes being minute movement of beats and different timings of tones and instrument samples. 

you cant help but laugh as you finally start to understand the werid sarcastic/ironic pattern of speech. a matadors duel of attempting to keep your words from being twisted into some sort of silly double entandre or being led into saying something that can be misconstrued as such.

you spend a long time learning from the supposed master how to do this “battle rap” thing. you come to the conclusion that both of you actually suck, and perhaps they did not battle a grand master of rhyme in the afterlife. though you cant say it was a waste of time either, as you leave the cave with a smile, even with the somewhat disturbingly calm way they accept the end... they are happy. 

#the muse #calliope #dave strider #creative writing

[thedemonofcat]

I posted 5,861 times in 2022

That's 2,061 more posts than 2021!

55 posts created (1%)

5,806 posts reblogged (99%)

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I tagged 56 of my posts in 2022

#the witcher netflix - 40 posts

#geralt of rivia - 39 posts

#jaskier the witcher - 34 posts

#joey batey - 34 posts

#henry cavill - 33 posts

#the witcher - 31 posts

#headcanon - 12 posts

#cirilla fiona elen riannon - 12 posts

#jaskier - 11 posts

#the witcher jaskier - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 42 characters

#the old witch sleep and the good man grace

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Idea for a headcanon as to why Jaskier doesn't age.

Basically Jaskier family is cursed to all die young. The oldest know Pankratz only lived to be 35 years old.

It would seem like Jaskier would follow in the same footstep of the rest of his family and die before even reached the age 25. Except Geralt keeps stopping the things that are meant to kill him.

Since the curse states the Pankratz need to die young its stop Jaskier from physical age. So in away when he does die it can still be said he died young

265 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

#4

So you know how in Peter Pan (Orginal Disney movie) tinkerbell when she speaks just sounds like ringing bells.

What about a Witcher story where Jaskier is a Fae. Where the Fae have there own language that to most people sounds like a bell.

Just think about Geralt who fully believes Jaskier to be a human Only learn that Jaskier is really a Fae when the Bard gets really angry about something and Jaskier starts to scream in his native language.

Except all Gearlt hears is different tones of bells ringing coming from Jaskier

298 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#3

The frist winter that Geralt told the others at Kear Morhen about Jaskier they just thought he was imaginary.

Lambert started a betting pool as to when Geralt would finally tell them the truth that there wasn't some colourfull Bard following him around. That all of the new song coming out about witcher are just a coincidence.

When Geralt stop telling story about Jaskier, they all assume it was Geralt own way of admitting that Jaskier was made up.

Neatless to say it was quite a surprise when Jaskier showed up with Ciri at Kear Morhen.

307 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

#2

One kinda of funny Witcher headcanon is that Geralt is completely oblivious to that fact Jaskier is just a stage name.

For this Geralt is constantly confused when he's traveling alone when people will come up to him and ask thing along the the lines of. "Is Julian with you" or "Have you seen Julian lately"

There was also one time when post mountain break up Geralt meet Jaskier sister and her reply is just.

"Julian was right you are very pretty"

337 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Jaskier being a changeling but his magic not registering on witcher medallion since Fae Magic is different from Chaos.

Meanwhile Jaskier has as all these magical abilities but has no idea that he's a Changeling just thinks it's all completely normal.

Like in the woods animal will go out of their way to help Jaskier, or flowers will bloom around Jaskier feet when he's happy.

Geralt is equally oblivious and just thinks all the werid magical stuff that happens around Jaskier are somehow part of being a Bard.

It isn't until Yennefer points out that it's really weird that Mice help Jaskier with cooking. That the two start to realize something else is going on.

867 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

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