#that's not him talking by the way it's just some random passerby

[ohimsummer]

SATORU, your muse ｡˚✐~

— Satoru eases open the door of the house. You’re not home, so he doesn’t feel the need to make his usual grand entrance. Shoes are left at the door, jacket on the rack, and Satoru makes way to the bedroom. Once inside, something on your nightstand immediately catches his eye.

It’s your sketchbook; a now worn, leather notepad that he’d bought you months ago after the old one was filled. You rarely, if ever, let him see your artwork, so Gojo would usually resort to peeking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of what you were working on. He always teased you for keeping your art a secret, but now that he has a chance to look at your projects uninterrupted, he hesitates. For a second.

Satoru flips open to the first page. It’s just random doodles of flowers and animals, ones he recognizes from the garden in the park you two frequent. The next page warrants the same mundane results: bugs and trees and the tops of skyscrapers and whatever random things that would grab your interest while you two enjoyed the heat of the sun.

The next page catches Gojo by surprise. It’s a bird, but not just any bird, he realizes. It’s a songbird, one he’d half-heartedly pointed out to you one day because he recalled reading about it online. You weren’t even listening to him, or so he’d thought. It’s kind of endearing actually that you’d take the time to draw it. And it’s not just the bird, either. It’s the macaroons he’d mentioned wanting to get one evening, a bouquet consisting of a flower Gojo’d randomly plucked and presented to you, a familiar pair of sunglasses resting in grass, dabbed over top with faded blue watercolor paint. Numerous doodles of such small memories.

Satoru continues flipping to look at your little illustrated photo album. Some of these drawings are of stuff he barely remembers talking about, like a cracked open piggy bank obviously referencing a story he told you in passing. Gojo doesn’t even remember why he brought it up, but you’ve immortalized it here in your sketchpad with pencils and ink.

The drawings only grow more detailed as he gets deeper into the book, and a proud smile stretches across Satoru’s face at your talent. Rapid sketches of buildings and passerby evolve into self portraits of yourself, and he thinks you look so captivating in all of them. Gojo takes note of the silly doodles of even himself in the margins of the paper. Him in his sunglasses, him wearing the flower crown you’d poorly put together, him surrounded by ice cream and candy and the plethora of sweets he so enjoys. His favorites are the inane drawings of you two together, tiny and inhabiting multiple corners of every page. Each one is a delightful surprise to spot.

Satoru turns the next page, and he’s sincerely taken aback. Drawings of eyes, and they all look alike. They’re so detailed, adorned with pretty lashes and shaded so beautifully. He doesn’t have to wonder long on whose eyes these are, the next page bursting with the color blue tells Gojo all he needs to know. He’s glad you’re not here to see his reddening face and the way his breath hitched. This page, the next few actually, are all dedicated to his eyes. They’re inked perfectly, some are at different angles, and you’ve managed to portray emotion into all of them. Satoru wonders if he could draw a picture of you and showcase the absolute adoration in your eyes the way you’ve done with his.

And it doesn’t stop there. Page after page, it’s all Satoru. Him sleeping with a mushed cheek against your chest, him drinking a soda, him looking out the window, him playing the game with Geto, when did you even draw these?

“Satoru?”

He quickly slams the book shut at your call, carefully placing it back on your nightstand and ushering himself from the room. There you are at the door, shaking the rain from your umbrella and leaving it on the mat near the entrance.

“There you are, love.,” you beam at his approaching figure, and Gojo squishes you in a warm embrace. “How was your day?”

Satoru kisses the crown of your head, and grins against your skin. He can’t wait to tell you all about today, maybe give you some more brilliant ideas to memorialize in your sketchbook.

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[espinosaurusrexex]

Hopelessly Devoted

BuckyBarnes x Reader

summary: It's so simple sometimes. You meet the right person, and it all falls into place. Bucky never imagined he'd get this lucky. So what better way to remember it than on the second-best day of his life?

a/n: Hi, this is me describing every Bucky fangirl’s experience ever… and then a little more. This might be a song imagine? I don’t know, it’s heavily inspired at least.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none, really, none - everything is good here, stay as long as you like 💕 - fluff

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

consider listening to: Butterflies (feat. AURORA) - Tom Odell

“Hi, I’m Bucky.”

That was all it took. That was it. Three simple words and you were at a loss for yours. 

He had that charm hidden in the corner of his smile and still evident even now. A confident smugness is etched on his features when he flirts with you. But you have learned that it is not just there, in the dark edges of his lips. It is in the crinkles of his eyes when he laughs, too. It is in the touch of his fingertips when they stroke over your skin. And it is in the whisper of his voice when he mumbles sweet nothings into your ear. 

‘Follow me.’ He’d say, dragging you down alleyways in Brooklyn and telling you stories upon stories of his and Steve’s adventures a hundred years ago. And you would listen, hang onto his lips like sugar, eyes big and wondrous in childlike admiration. Bucky would tell you every little detail, simply because he loves seeing the expressions on your face turn. You listen to him - actually, listen. And while he’d been in positions like this in his life before, especially as a Sergeant, he has never experienced this kind of attention. Your listening is laced with adoration and love and respect and awe and so many more beautiful things that prevent him from ever stopping to tell you about his past. 

He is not that open, normally. Not towards many people, at least. And you know that, which is why you also have a tinge of gratefulness within your attention. It is also the reason you let him talk for hours. Even if sleep fights to overtake your mind, even if you have important things to do, even if the world would come crashing down, you’d listen to him. Because Bucky is special.

It didn’t take long for you to realize just how special he is to you. But it sure took some time for you to say something. 

Months of pining and watching him from corners of the room, wishing you were in his arms instead. They’re warm and strong, and the kisses that accompany them when he encases you in them hold so many promises. 

Now he’s yours. And he’s about to make that promise forever.

❁ ❁ ❁

Klick, klick... bam!

There, it happened.

He’s in love. Just like that - clicked into place like the puzzle piece he never knew he missed. 

It is a little scary, but who cares when it feels like that? Like thunder and warm tea, like cuts and soothing kisses, like... butterflies. But wild ones, the ones brave enough to fly out in the storm. He’s invincible when he’s with you. There is nothing holding him back from being on top of the world. And it's the strangest feeling, really. 

There are no more empty heartbeats pumping cool blood through a body he was sure has died many years ago. The second you look at him, all of him comes back to life. He is able to experience living again. And he wants to do it with you - over and over again. God, people have told him how incredible this feeling is, but experiencing it is like unlocking a different part of himself. Sometimes Bucky feels as though he’s watching someone else’s life. And he’s just a random passerby that gets to experience a glimpse of his dream. But then your fingers graze his skin, and he is reminded that this is in fact real. You are real. And there is nothing more amazing than that.

From the first day, you had that kind smile and those special eyes - the ones that can see through every wall he tries to put up. You can see his emotions with them, Bucky is sure. And for the first time in a long, long, time, he’s not scared of having his mind read. It feels natural to let you do it - it feels safe. He wants to share it with you - especially the things he can’t say because he simply doesn’t know how. He’s grateful you have that power. 

So, Bucky knew it the second he met you, that you are impossible to get over, even if he’d never get to have you. But when he’s watching those promising eyes stare up at him, he cannot keep himself from smiling.

Now you’re his. And you’re about to make that promise forever.

❁ ❁ ❁

The audience is watching you intently, but there’s only Bucky and you. Everything else is a blur of white and green in your peripherals. Bucky is holding your hand, and the heat spreading from his body to yours relaxes you. His fingers are trembling a little, but Bucky doesn’t care. He’s happy. Possibly the happiest he’s ever been, and at the same time not the happiest he’ll ever be - because that is to come, with every day adding on to this one.

Your name falls from his lips and you gasp at the raspiness in his voice. “From the moment I saw you, I knew it. I knew you were my happiness.” A smile breaks through his face - even wider than the one before. “Two years ago, I thought I was okay. I thought I had arrived in the life destined for me. It wasn’t a great one, but it was better than anything I could have hoped for. And then you happened - just stepped into my life with that sunshine smile of yours - and I realized that you could give me so much more than I thought I needed. I’ve gotten so used to your warmth by now, but I’ll never take it for granted. I just...” Bucky has to stop and catch his breath, but when he does he smiles at you again and his eyes are soft. “I don’t think I would survive without you now.”

He’s crying, and there’s something so wonderful about the tears leaving his eyes. They wash him clean of all the fear his old self holds. There is nothing scary as long as he can face it with you.

“I love you, so much.” A look at your fingers in his, and a tear settles on your skin, shooting a wave of goosebumps up your arm. “You don’t know it, but you saved my life.”

His eyes lock with yours again. Warm blue swimming in salty water - they’re happy. He’s happy. You have not realized that you have held your breath the whole time. There was no way to concentrate on breathing when you could feel every word of his stroking through your body in warm heaves. Bucky bites his lip as he watches your eyes shine with tears as well. There is so much more he could say. He could fill a week’s worth of hours talking about how much he appreciates you - but he settles for the few vulnerable words he released for everyone to hear. The rest is for you to read in his touch and stare, in his smile and the kiss he is about to share with you. He’s getting all giddy thinking about it. He’s done it a million times before, but this is it. The Kiss that settles it all.

You send an encouraging smile his way, and he slowly nods as his hands squeeze yours softly.

“When you touch me, I feel butterflies.” Oh, you hadn’t planned to just blurt it out like that. But it just happened. There was so much swirling in your head, the text you have rehearsed is suddenly not enough to do him justice. A small giggle rustles through the crowd, but you don’t care how childish it sounds. It’s true, and it’s the best feeling ever.

“I’ve known it for so long, I have. But feeling it every day anew surprises me. You are amazing, and kind and so incredibly thoughtful. Being with you feels like being myself. And I love that you can make me feel this way.” A tear rushes down your cheek, and Bucky struggles to keep his hand in yours instead of wiping it away. “I’m so lucky - I think it every time I think of you. And I thank the universe for gifting me your heart. Because, for whatever reason, I was worth it.” You have to pause for a moment to catch your breath, but his touch grounds you. There are too many things you want to say, and it would still not be enough. So you settle for the most important one. “I love you, Bucky. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You share a shy look with him, letting all the feelings flow through your body. The room is listening in anticipation when you both say your ‘I-dos’ and even though you know there would not be any surprises, your chest feels freer in a way. Bucky struggles to let go of your hands to turn to Steve, who is handing him the ring. And as he slides the delicate metal on your finger, he can’t stop the small sob from escaping his lips. It’s too amazing, too overwhelming - but at the same time, a feeling he doesn’t want to let go of, either. Your hands tremble when they carefully trace over the gold carving on his vibranium finger. Whatever is said rushes by you in a blur and you can only register the smile on Bucky’s face brightening even more. His hands reach out to you and press you to his body until his nose touches yours and his thumb gently strokes over your cheek.

It’s the moment before the fireworks go off, the second before the sprint, the little shimmer of excited heart race before the confetti explodes in bright and vibrant colors.

“I’m gonna love you 'til the day I die,” you mouth in perfect unison before capturing that promise with a searing kiss, letting the explosion paint your love on the walls for everyone to see.

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[luvfy0dor]

Hiii can I request dad fyodor with a child reader who’s like 6-9 and like accidentally gets lost in a crowded area and then surprise surprise they get founded by dazai and while reader is sobbing and trying to talk to dazai and holding his hand fyodor spots this from afar and gets pissed

“Stick to my Side..♡” Fyodor Dostoevsky w/ Child!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; None

Description; Fyodor internally freaks out when he's unable to find his child, only to have them returned by an unlikely person

A/n; This is real cute, I switched it to sitting on Dazais shoulders from holding his hand because I forgot that the ask said that, so I'm sorry!!

Just as he was about to turn a corner, he was bumped into roughly by a larger man, causing his grip on you to loosen and cease to exist. You can barely hear the small 'oomph' that leaves his lips as the other man hardly apologizes, the hole ordeal pushing you back into the crowd. All the tall people around you make it hard to spot your dad causing your anxiety to heighten while you frantically look around for him. "Papa?" You nervously call out, peeking in between people and fidgeting with your fingers. Two older boys run push past you and knock you over. You let out a fearful huff as you make an attempt to stand. All these people seemed as tall as trees in the moment, instilling even more fear in your already shaken up heart.

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The sun was beating down on your skin, making Fyodor thankful that he had applied sunscreen on you thoroughly prior to leaving the house. Your hand was in his as he walked through the crowded city, navigating the streets that would take him to a small ice cream stand. You were excited to spend time with your papa, especially since he was working so often; it made these moments all the more special. He would caringly look back at you in order to make sure you were still following while you both weaved through all the people.

Your head swiveled from side to side in search of the Russian man, but your eyes only landed on complete strangers. You couldn't even tell your original direction anymore with so many people going both ways past you. You started unknowingly walking away from where you had been separated from your father, crying out for him. "Papa?" You yelled, your lip quivering with horror; terrified of never seeing your papa ever again. You walked and cried for a full three minutes before clinging onto a random passerbys pant leg. The man instantly stopped moving and looked down at you with wide eyes. "I must be pretty popular with parentless kids, huh?" He says with a raised eyebrow. "Are you lost?" His eyes scan you over for any injuries. "I-i can't find my-my papa!" You say while tears cloud your vision and continuously fall down your warm cheeks.

He frowns before he lifts you up, holding you under your arms as if you were a cat. "Here, get on my shoulders and we'll look for him, yeah?" He says with a comforting smile. "O-okay" You stutter out, grabbing onto the man by his hair while you sit on his shoulders. You desperately look around for your father, having an even harder time because due to the hot weather he hadn't worn his familiar Ushanka. "What does he look like? I can help search if you give me some details." Dazai says while you unintentionally tug roughly at his hair, making him wince. "H-he has black hair and- and today he is wearing a white and purple button down shirt with white pants." You cry, still browsing through the crowds. Dazai raises an eyebrow before stopping his movement completely. He hears Fyodors recognizable voice yelling out for you, calling your name. It's not very long before Fyodor is yelling his, too.

He quickly walks past the people and towards Dazai and you, anger and relief mixed in his expression. He couldn't believe no one else had helped you before Dazai, and that thought only angered him more. He swiftly reached up and snatched you off of Dazais shoulders, holding you instead. "Don't touch my kid." He angrily mutters, setting you down and kneeling in front of you, brushing off any dust from your falls and checking on you. "Are you alright, sweetie? He didn't hurt you, right?" He asks while glaring at Dazai over your shoulder. Dazai defensively throws up his hands. "I would never hurt a lost child." He claims, matching the shake of your head you gave your papa. He sighs and swallows the lingering lump in his throat as he rises to his feet with a hand on your shoulder. "Good. If you did I would kill you." He mouths the last two words. Dazai chuckles quietly. "I wouldnt. How about we talk payment instead?" Fyodor raises an eyebrow, his facial expression confused by Dazais audacity. "I'm not paying you for human decency."

Dazai shrugs and sticks his hands in his front pant pockets. "Whatever you say, demon Fyodor." He says, an underlying tone of of teasing present in his voice as he speaks the nickname. Fyodor rolls his eyes and shoos Dazai off with his hand as he turns around with you, holding your hand tighter this time as to not lose you. "I'm so sorry, Malysh, I didn't mean to lose track of you when that man bumped into us." He says with remorse and continuing with you towards the original location of the ice cream place. You huff, still rather annoyed that he could just forget you like that, but you accepted his apology. "S'okay, papa." You murmur. He smiles and pats your head. "Alright, good. Let's go get this ice cream, yeah?" Your frown turns upside and a little more pep finds its way to your step as you practically drag him along to the ice cream parlor. "Alright, and don't lose me this time!"

A/n; dad Fyodor has me whipped im

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[headkiss]

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pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you and steve spend every holiday together. this halloween is the most memorable, though. using the prompt “i bet you won’t manage to scare me tonight”

word count: 3.7k

warnings: loads of fluff, friends to lovers shenanigans, a haunted house, and a kiss!

a/n: this is for the lovely @sparklingsin spookinktober and i hope u guys like it!!!! baby’s first writing challenge :,)

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You were a fan of tradition. Especially if Steve was involved.

He knows that you love any holiday, that you look forward to them months in advance. What he doesn’t know is that that’s because of him. Your best friend, your person, the boy you love.

You have yet to tell him that last one.

The two of you did something for every holiday; Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, The Fourth of July. Name the occasion, you and Steve had a tradition. Even now, as the October wind bites your skin, a chill only cured by the warmth of Steve beside you, you’re spending Halloween with him.

It originally started when he was somehow roped into becoming some sort of babysitter for Dustin, Will, Lucas, and the rest of them. And, because you went where he went, you were a babysitter then, too. They’d begged for you guys to take them trick or treating, saying that everyone else was busy when you knew it was just because they knew Steve could never say no to them.

No matter how much he wanted to.

The kids had done their research and found the best houses to trick or treat at, the best candy to receive. You and Steve were only there to chauffer and to give their parents peace of mind. It had gone on for years. Until now, that is.

When you and Steve asked them what the plan was, they all met you with blank stares. “We’re too old for that now,” Dustin said like it was obvious.

“Yeah. We’re in high school, come on,” Mike added.

And that was that. You and Steve were forced to create a new tradition. One that was just you and him and Halloween. As much as you loved those kids, you’d never complain about time alone with Steve. Never.

Unbeknownst to you, Steve felt the exact same way. His feelings might’ve been even stronger. He was completely taken by you, had been for years. It seemed like every single person in Hawkins knew it except you.

You were there for him, with him, through everything. Through the fallout with Nancy and his ex-friends (who you hated, but you knew who Steve really was without them, so you stuck around). Through school and his parents’ absence. Through his failure to get into college and the expectations of his father.

Everything.

You were the one constant in his life. Never-changing, forever his favorite person.

You managed to talk him into doing a couple’s costume with you, despite your status remaining as ‘just friends.’ You were a lover of musicals and it was easy to convince Steve to be the Danny to your Sandy. The outfits you chose were those from the end of the movie, your legs wrapped in leather pants and hair done using Steve’s Farrah Fawcett spray. His secret weapon only you, and now Dustin, know about.

The two of you walked together around Hawkins, admiring costumes and each other. You had Steve’s old letterman jacket on your shoulders. You’d argued that it wasn’t part of the costume, he told you it was cold. Which was true. Plus, it smelled like him, so you put it on.

“I bet you won’t manage to scare me tonight, Stevie,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

Without fail, every Halloween, he would, in fact, manage to scare you. He had to get creative with it sometimes, involving some of the kids or bribing a random passerby. It was a challenge for him and for you. He wanted to win for the sole purpose of consoling you after your fright.

Hugs and pecks to your forehead. Any type of affection he could give you without raising suspicion, he would find a way to do so.

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh.”

“You say that every year,” he says, moving to walk backwards in front of you so you’re face to face. “And I always win, baby.”

Though he used the nickname plenty, its effect never lessened, never shrunk.

“This year’s different.”

“You say that every year, too.” He falls into step beside you again.

“Shut up,” you say, though you don’t mean it. The smile on your face is telling enough.

Your hands brush in between you. Neither of you make the move to hold the other’s.

As you walk in the thick of town, the busiest street booming with kids and parents and families, Steve can’t stop imagining a future with you. He sees a mom and dad holding their son’s hands, swinging him as they walk, he thinks of you and him and every what if.

What if he told you he was in love with you, what if you loved him back. What if he kissed you, what if he made you his girl, officially. What if, what if, what if.

Steve doesn’t like to think about the future, but he can’t help it when you’re around. For him, you’ll always be a part of what’s to come. His constant, his favorite.

You hold his attention in a vice grip whenever you’re around him, often even when you aren’t, and you have no idea.

That attention shifts, however, when you stop walking and grab his arm so he does, too. He looks at your face, looking for what might be wrong but you aren’t looking at him, you’re looking just ahead, where a little girl in a princess costume stands alone.

You stopped Steve because you didn’t want to just walk past her, and you also wanted to figure out what exactly to do. He was quicker, though, and stepped towards her slowly.

“Hey, sweetie,” he approaches her with gentleness and the warmest smile. “Are you lost?”

The little girl blinks at him where he’s now crouched down to be at her level, her eyes watery. “Yes. Can’t find mom.”

As if her saying it out loud scared her, she started to cry fully. You squat next to Steve, sending the girl a reassuring smile though she seems quite content ignoring you in favor of the boy beside you. You can't blame her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he says. “We’ll find her, don’t you worry.”

“What’s your name?” You ask her.

“Maggie,” she sniffles.

“Maggie! A name fit for a princess, huh?” Steve turns up his enthusiasm to a hundred. It seems to work when Maggie’s tears slow and a shy smile spreads on her face. “Which way did you come from?”

She points, and you and Steve both stand, offering her a hand each and she takes them.

Steve thinks of the family he saw earlier. He thinks there’s nobody else he’d want with him at that moment other than you.

It’s not long before you spot a frantic woman calling Maggie’s name, and she seems to see you at the same time, relief clear on her face.

“Oh my gosh!” She scoops her daughter up, “where did you go?”

“Not far, found her wandering just over there,” Steve says, gesturing in the direction you came from.

“Thank you guys so much.”

“No worries,” he smiles. “Bye, princess Maggie.”

She laughs and gives him a small wave as her mother carries her off. You watch the interaction with your heart on fire. You knew he was good with kids, of course you did, but you’d never seen him around them that young.

“You’re gonna be a great dad one day,” you can’t stop yourself from saying it. You wholeheartedly believe it.

He can’t explain to you what that comment did to him, what it means. His heart is soaring in his chest and he thinks his vision around you has a glow, an aura strong enough to see. He’s always wanted a family, but he’s terrified of turning out as shitty a parent as the ones he grew up with.

“You really think so, baby?” His gaze is fixed on you even as you walk.

“Are you kidding? You’ll be the best. I just caught a glimpse of it now, Stevie.”

Now, he doesn’t hesitate to grab your hand the next time they brush. He lets his fingers slip between yours, the bumps of your knuckles fit with his like they were built for each other. He gives your hand a squeeze.

You cast your eyes away, shy under his attention. You squeeze his hand back, though.

“Where are we headed anyway?” You ask after a couple minutes of silence. The two of you are comfortable enough with each other to bathe in the company like you would sunlight, to not fill the quiet spaces constantly.

“Well, you said you wanted to be scared,” he pauses for dramatic effect. “So, a haunted house!”

“How scary can a haunted house in Hawkins be?”

“Let’s go find out, baby.”

Your hands are intertwined for the rest of the walk, and you hoped he wouldn't ever let go. You think this Halloween is just a little different, a shift between you and Steve that neither of you acknowledge, but it's there.

It’s a whisper of something more. The lingering touches and soft smiles. The eye contact that lasts just a bit longer than usual.

The space between you is filled with light conversation. It’s easy, it flows naturally. You're certain that has everything to do with Steve.

His focus is always on you when you speak, an excellent listener. He nods or hums along when you tell stories, he smiles encouragingly if he thinks you need it. He looks at you with those brown eyes of his and it’s enough to bring a warmth to your chest. It spreads throughout your whole body.

Steve could listen to you talk for ages. It’s why he calls you so often, the late night ones help him fall asleep. He’ll ask you to read anything to him from whatever book you’re reading to takeout menus. He thinks he makes it pretty obvious that he’s in love with you, but you have no idea.

He doesn't realize that he’s also clueless to how you feel towards him. You’re both too wrapped up in how overwhelming everything is to notice. Overwhelming in a good way. The way that you notice every single tiny thing about each other and you don’t let it go.

You both have sections of your brains reserved for the other. It’s a closet overflowing with memories instead of clothes.

When the haunted house—which is really just the town hall with decorations all over it—is in sight, Steve looks at you and starts making ghost noises. Dork, you think.

“You scared yet, baby?” He asks, leading you up to the ticket vendor, letting go of your hand to buy the tickets and grabbing it as soon as he’s done.

“Oh, for sure,” the sarcasm is evident in your voice. “Shaking in my boots.”

“You can joke for now, but we both know you’ll be hiding behind me as soon as we get in there.” He says, though he rather likes protecting you.

You know he’s right, so does he, so you just send him a smile, a shrug, and walk up to the entrance with him in tow.

He hands your tickets to the doorman, who’s in an actual doorman uniform and zombie makeup, and steps inside first.

It’s mostly dark in the first room, and Steve smiles to himself when he feels your grip on his hand tighten just a smidge. When your free hand wraps around his arm so that you can hide behind his shoulder. Just like he said you would.

The lights flicker enough to illuminate the path you're meant to take. Cobwebs line the walls and eerie music plays, sound effects of screams and monsters and such layered over a spooky backing track.

The first scare happens when you walk past the couch, someone dressed as yet another undead creature jumping out from behind it. It’s enough to make you let out a curse and Steve just laughs. It’s hard for him to be scared when you’re being so cute. Clinging to him like a lifeline.

“Aw, baby,” he coos as you enter the next room. “Scared yet?”

“Nope!” Your voice is higher pitched than normal, the word clipped. “I just love people jumping out at me and yelling in my face, Stevie! It’s my favorite.”

Okay, so maybe you’re a bit scared. And maybe you’re also playing it up just so you can hold on to Steve the way you are. So you’re close enough to smell his soap and his cologne. Something woodsy, something fresh, a hint of something sweet.

You know that Steve won’t settle for ‘just a little’ scared, that he likes to win this little challenge of yours in a very sure way. One that usually ends with a sleepover and a cuddle. He has yet to tell you that that’s his favorite prize. Not the bragging rights, not the sense of victory, just you.

He lets you tighten your grip on him as he leads you deeper into the house. The lighting never gets any better, Steve having to put the arm that you aren’t clinging to out in front of him to make sure he won’t run into anything.

Steve has always been your favorite partner for, well, anything. You think it reigns true for haunted houses just as much. He lets you grip his arm tighter after every scare, your fingernails no doubt leaving crescents indented in his skin. He checks in with you every minute, it seems, making sure you’re okay under the guise of asking that same, “you scared?”

His heart is racing and it’s not because of the jump scares—okay, maybe it partially is—it’s mainly due to your proximity. You're practically squished against his arm and despite being in a haunted house of all places he feels completely surrounded by all things you. Mind, body, and soul.

You’re finally nearing the exit after what feels like hours when you’re sure it’s only been about 20 minutes. Being around Steve has a way of messing up your perception of time, like he controls it. It speeds and slows under his command.

It’s a dark hallway, paintings lining the walls and the wallpaper peeling at the edges. You’ve made it this far without actually screaming, only letting out cusses or telling off the workers in a way that makes Steve laugh every time.

That is, until one of the paintings pops open, right before the exit, and someone jumps out of it.

This time, you scream. You hide behind Steve’s shoulder muttering something along the lines of ‘stupid fucking fake painting.’

When you’re finally outside, spat out the back end of the haunted house, you think you could collapse from how tense you were in there, always anticipating something. You figure Steve’s done with his scaring so you let your guard down.

“Holy shit, that last one really got you, huh baby?” He’s laughing as he says it and you want to both kiss him and slap him for it.

“Shut up! I thought it was over, jerk.”

“I know, I know. C’mere, give Stevie a hug,” he may be teasing you, but you fall into his embrace anyways.

“You’re a meanie. Can’t even let me win one time,” you say, or mumble, more like. Because your cheek is squished against Steve’s chest.

“You know me. Always number one.”

“Do I need to bring up the fact that the Tigers only went to the championship after you graduated?”

“Annnd there goes the moment, you ruined it.” He pulls away from the hug as you laugh, but reaches for your hand. You let him hold it again.

The walk home is more peaceful than the way there. No lost children, the streets are much more empty now as the time has passed.

As always, you and Steve fill the gaps of silence with conversation that comes far too easily. It flows from the both of you so naturally and you know how rare that is. To find someone who makes you feel a hundred percent yourself, no secrets. Besides the fact that you’re in love with him, that is.

“Your shoelace is undone,” you point out.

“‘S fine, we’re not far.”

“You might trip and get hurt, Stevie. Tie it?”

He gives you a look that says ‘really?’

“Please?” You add.

And, well, he can’t say no to you. So, even if he can see his house not too far away, most likely empty and awaiting the both of you, he pauses his steps and bends down to tie his goddamn shoelace.

You’re turned toward him when he stands, and your faces are close, closer than friends should have their faces. He can see every detail and he’s sure you can, too. He can see how pretty you are, how pretty you’ve always been, there in the glow of moonlight and street lamps.

He’s looking at you and he’s sure his feelings are practically spilling out of him with how he sees you and he thinks, how doesn’t she know? How can’t she tell that I love her? Isn’t it written all over my face?

And the answer is yes. Yes, it is. It’s in his eyes and his brows, how they soften and relax when he looks at you. It’s in his lips and his smile, how it widens anytime he’s with you. You can feel the air shift, like something has just clicked and fallen into place. Right now is one of the first times you’ve let yourself think that maybe he does love you, too. Maybe.

But how could someone like him—someone so full of sunshine it burns—ever feel that way about someone as regular as you.

And now you’re inspecting his face far too closely, and Steve thinks you’re going to find out right then that he loves you and as much as he wants that to happen, he’s also scared. Terrified, even. So, he panics.

He slinks off into the trees as soon as you look away long enough, giving you some crap distraction of ‘the most amazing costume he’d ever seen!’

When you turn back around to say something, to give him a light slap on the arm for tricking you, he isn’t there.

You glance around, spinning around in your spot to try and find him. You’re confused because how on earth did he manage to hide so quickly? And why? You were sure something was happening just then until he distracted you.

“Steve?” You call. “You can stop now, you got me!”

The air feels colder without him next to you, you notice. And it’s getting late and the darkness swallows more of the world as time passes, the streetlights the only thing illuminating your path.

“Seriously, Steve. I’m real scared!”

Before you can yell for him again, footsteps come up behind you, a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You scream until you hear that laugh behind you, his laugh.

“You idiot!” You spin in his grasp and push his chest lightly.

“Gotcha, baby.”

He smiles at you and all of a sudden you aren’t angry with him at all. He can scare you all he wants if it means he’ll smile at you like that. Like you’re all he sees. His arms are still around your waist, even though you’re facing him now.

You pout at him, trying to recover from your hazy, lovesick observing, “you already won. That was so unnecessary, Stevie.”

He thinks you look really cute right now, cute enough to kiss and he almost feels bad for scaring you again. Almost. He doesn’t, though, because it ended with his arms around you and your eyes locked on his.

He hates that he panicked a couple minutes ago, but he thinks that he can redeem himself. Maybe now.

“Sorry. You’re cute when you’re pouty, though,” he says, though his grin tells you he isn’t all that sorry.

“Such a meanie.”

His hands shift upwards, over your shoulders, up your neck until he’s cradling your face in his hands. They leave a blazing trail behind, your skin scorched in the best way.

By the placement of his hands, the way he leans in a tad closer, you think he’s going to kiss you. His forehead falls against yours.

“Can I?” He asks, and he’s staring at your lips and you know exactly what he’s asking. You nod, barely a full bob of your head completed before he leans in and does it.

He kisses you.

It feels like a thousand fireworks exploding, a missing piece in you being filled by his lips on yours. A click, everything falling into place. It’s you and Steve in exactly the way you’re meant to be and even though neither of you have said it, you know it’s the promise of something more.

His lips are soft, but his kiss is strong, full of the things he hasn’t been able to say for so long. He’s sure in his movements, his tongue licking against your bottom lip to open you up for him. You do so easily, and you think it’s the most perfect kiss anyone could ask for.

Your heart’s not racing from being afraid anymore. No, that has everything to do with the overwhelming feeling of Steve actually kissing you.

He pulls away when he can feel your breathing get heavier, your chest rise and fall against him. He doesn’t go far, just enough so he can look at your face. So you can look at his.

You’re both fully aware that it means something, that it implies a word that starts with ‘L’ and ends with ‘ove.’

“I’ve been wanting to do that forever,” he says, breathless and way too pretty.

“Me too.”

“Fuck, seriously? You’re telling me we could’ve been kissing for years?”

“Stevie,” you laugh. “It’s okay, we’ve got years ahead, too.”

“You saying what I think you’re saying?”

“If you think I’m saying I love you, then yeah. I am.”

The smile that splits his face is devastating. Boyish and relieved as if he didn’t know for sure what you’d say. He kisses you again, quick but full of emotion just like the one before.

“I love you, baby. Like, a crazy amount.”

Halloween might not have been your favorite holiday beforehand, but it certainly is now. It marks a new beginning, it marks the day you and Steve kissed for the first time. Your story expanding, a new chapter.

“That’s three wins in a night for me.”

“What?”

“Scared you twice: two wins. You love me: another win.”

“Idiot,” you say, though the word has no conviction. You say it as if it’s an endearment.

His constant, his favorite. And you love him back.

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[king-of-the-underworld-hades]

heyy

Could you make a oneshot with wenclair x male reader who smokes and skateboards you can add anything you want to it just if R can have messy black medium long hair with purple ends and matching colored eyes

I was hoping I would see this one again I really wanted to do this one before my old account was deleted. I don’t skate so sorry if I sound like a poser.

Sk8ter Love(Male)

Art by @ellie5756_milky on X

The halls of Nevermore were bustling as per usual. Students talking to each other, cliques walking in groups as per usual, the "mean girls" judging a random passerby, etc. One of these groups suddenly split as you sped down the hall leaving a streak of dark purple. "Watch it!" You yelled out. You were low to the ground on your board a hand on each side gripping the board to help maneuver through the halls, you expertly weaved through the halls having many close calls but you had been doing this for years so it was nothing new. After a few minutes, you reached your destination, your dorm. You power stopped in front of your door unlocked it and walked in picking up your board in the process. Walking in the sound of your roommate playing GTA V filled your ears. "Yo," Your roommate Damien said not looking at you. "Sup, what you doing?" You asked as you sat on your bed taking off your boots and watching the screen to see him get blown up by an oppressor. "I dunno," he responded as he blew out smoke. You rolled your eyes and stood up opening the window. "I thought we talked about smoking with the window closed?" "Forgot," you sighed and grabbed the cigarette from him and took a drag of it before blowing the smoke out the window, "Methonal?" "Yeah, one of the Vamps got it for me," Damien said as you got a text. "You could've asked me to pick some up," you said as you checked the text. It was from Wednesday from the group chat with her and Enid, opening it you saw a picture of yourself blowing smoke out the window. With the text under it reading. "You're smoking already?" You could practically hear her annoyance in the text. You chuckled and responded, "Were you watching my window waiting for me?" "...Just get up here already." "She totally was," Enid texted. You smiled and walked over to your closet. "Imma be at-," "You're girlfriends dorm all day. Don't call or text unless I'm dead," Damien said finishing your sentence. You chuckled tied your hair up loosely and left the dorm with your board.

When you arrive at their dorm you open the door and Enid immediately hides behind you. "Baby, calm her down!" "Mi Amor, please tell the mutt that she can't take the hoodie I took from you for herself," Wednesday said eyes locked on Enid like she was prey, Enid was wearing one of your hoodies which was Wednesday's favorite one of your collection. You sighed and pat Enid's head. "Pup give it back to Wends," you said as Enid pouted. "Why does she get to have one for herself!?" "Cause the one toy usually steal is dirty after you spilled juice on it. Again," you said as Enid groaned and took the hoodie off giving it to Wednesday who was Smirking. Wednesday slipped into it and Enid flopped on her bed and started complaining to Yoko and Divina how unfair you were being. You sat down on Wednesday's bed sat on your lap and took out your hair tie letting your hair fall to your shoulders. She took a strand of your hair and rolled it in between her fingertips. You found out early in your relationship Wednesday loved your hair. Unlike most teens, you keep your hair clean, conditioned, and soft. You always did hair care, skin care, etc. But, Wednesday always loved your hair especially, the way it flowed, and how your hair faded seamlessly into the purple color she came to adore. She loved how it glowed whenever you used your abilities. As she was playing with your hair and staring into your eyes she began to lean in for a kiss but was interrupted when Enid appeared behind you and pulled you down and kissed you first. Enid looked at Wednesday and jumped off the bed grabbing the spare skateboard you kept in the room and began to skate out of the room in an attempt to outrun Wednesday who got off your lap and began to chase Enid with her mace, the medieval kind. Thing crawled out from under Wednesday's bed and tapped the floor a few times. "Yeah... I should probably go after them."

#wednesday addams x male reader #male reader #reader insert #wedensday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday fluff #wenclair #wenclair x reader #enid x reader #enid sinclair #Enid fluff

[pineappleciders]

heyy first of all its me the fucked up dream anon (now going by dream anon how original) second of all ive decided im going to learn about south park purely through your work so can i get some tweek (ive latched onto that boy) and whoever else you want (probably the main boys) with a reader (all platonic ofc) who's got that #anxiety? thanks even if you dont do it <33

🌌🌟/dream anon

main 4 + tweek with a reader who has anxiety; platonic headcanons

A/N: haii :3 i apologize if this like, distorts your vision of the characters or something. i am so glad you are being converted to the religion of tweek!!!!!!

TRIGGER WARNING: anxiety disorders, light mental health topics, paranoia, panic/anxiety attacks, death mention on kennys part

stan marsh

i think stan has a normal amount of anxiety. like he's so regular. he's your average joe

like he gets anxious over tests, and giving speeches, and over wendy. other than that he doesn't experience it to the extent of a disorder

so it might be a little difficult for him to imagine getting anxious over simple things like ordering food and stuff like that

he'll try his best to listen though, although he'll probably try to kinda reason with you, esp if you're feeling paranoid or something

"dude, i checked twice, it's locked. relax, man."

he'll try to distract you, by playing games and watching stuff, and just generally kinda trying to be funny to take your mind off of things

if you're having a panic/anxiety attack, he kinda panics too at first, before quickly pulling you away and asking what's wrong. he is sweating very hard

if you're unresponsive, he tries to stay calm but is honestly considering calling an ambulance. like he thinks you're having a stroke

"shit, a panic attack? uh, okay, errr.... take deep breaths, okay? in.. and out. in.. and out. okay, that's good.."

he looks up grounding techniques on his phone and relays them to you until you calm down and catch your breath. he like sends you images off of google of the 5 senses technique randomly and says he figured you'd need it someday

he tries to keep your anxiety in mind, and might slip up sometimes, but for the most part he tries to be careful with his words and actions as to not worry you. he shows his care in subtle ways!!

kyle broflovski

he tries to kinda. logic it out a bit. like if you're feeling insecure he tells you how unrealistic it is for someone to think about one random passerby's appearance forever

he does feel bad though. he doesn't completely understand, but whenever he's feeling insecure he tends to get really anxious about people at school

he usually gets anxious whenever he's doing something wrong or sneaking out. like he's actually sweating and shitting his pants thinking about what his mom will do to him if she finds out

he'll encourage you to order food for yourself, to get yourself out there more, and if you succeed he'll pat your shoulder and smile a lil

if you don't want to, he might dramatically sigh but he'll do it anyways. cuz he knows how hard it is

i do think he'd get a little anxious about asking workers for help and stuff, but he'll be the bigger person... he supposes... smh my head...

when you have an panic attack for the first time, he's like really confused and gets super concerned that you're having a heart attack, and pulls his phone out to dial your parents or 911

"i'm here for you dude! listen- hey, listen to me. it's okay. can- can you-"

he tries to talk to you to de-escalate it, but he gives up and has his hand on your back, while looking up what the fuck to do

'friend havign panjc atgack what to do'

if you're okay with it, he probably talks to your parents about it. he doesn't really trust himself to be able to always calm you down, so he encourages getting outside/professional help

he does try though, and he'll always be there for you in different ways!! like when you need help with something or just need company to distract you, he's at ur door with his xbox 360

eric cartman

you can tell that eric gets a little uncomfortable if you're freaking out or feeling anxious. whether it's because he actually feels bad or just doesn't know how to handle your emotions, you'll never know

but either way, he'll probably just like. sit next to you like "dude, what's up with you?" or in other cases he'll sneakily slip out of the room unseen

he does try to be kinda logical about it, but that's solely because he physically can't speak words of comfort.

"i mean, dude, be seriously. nobody cares about you that much to notice." you speak such kind words eric!!

he doesn't really like it when things get serious, so he'll generally try to transition the situation into something more casual. like he'll try to ease your (his) mood by getting snacks and playing games together, or even begging his mom to take you both to KFC

if you have a panic attack, all of his alarms are blaring and his brain is screaming flight!!!!! flight!!!! run the fuck away!!!!

and he probably tries to, but when you notice him and call his name he physically deflates

he awkwardly turns around and slowly strolls over. "Y/N... heeeeeeey... what's up... duuude..." you can hear the strain in his voice

if it gets to be too much, as in you won't stop hyperventilating or can't breathe, he'll probably alert an adult or take you to the nurse or something. he tells himself it's because he doesn't want to be a suspect of your death

if ur having trouble ordering food he'll gladly take ur place and make a scene to get all eyes on him. "erm excuthe me they athed for no pickleth🤓"

other than when you're voicing your anxiety, he probably treats you the same. i don't really think he'd take advantage of your anxiety unless you were like. butters or heidi or something and he was really trying to get you to do something for him or just trying to. stick himself in your mind. because he's a narcissist and he loves that!!

kenny mccormick

he doesn't relate necessarily, but he definitely understands.

he lives a lot of his life in fear of his next death, and is constantly praying it be quick and painless

kenny is more of a reserved fella, but not really shy or anxious. so if you're having trouble speaking up or ordering something he'll step up and do it gladly!!

i think he'd be pretty decent at comforting. like he'll pat his hand on your back and speak assuring, muffled words

"mm, mmph mmph mmmph! mmph mph mph mmmfmf mmf mph mph mmph!" (aww, it'll be okay. i'll walk you every step of the way, buddy!)

he tries to take your emotions into consideration more, and grabs your hand and squeezes it sometimes if you need a boost of confidence. sometimes he forgets your anxiety and says something rude and feels really bad about it

when you're having a panic attack, he's honestly really scared and expects you to start foaming at the mouth or something

he'll hesitate, but he'll pat your back and try to help you with grounding techniques. the 5-4-3-2-1 in particular is his favorite, and he'll tell you how to do it in like a rlly sweet and calming voice

he's still spooked though, and gets you a water bottle and like a washcloth. he's incredibly thankful you aren't dying or anything

kenny is very good at comforting! sometimes all it takes is a simple moment of eye contact and seeing his eyes crinkle that gives you a surge of calmness you didn't know you needed

tweek tweak

tweek is no outsider to anxiety and stress. he's literally a living beehive with all that damn vibrating

to anyone else, it would seem like tweek had a severe anxiety disorder, or even ADHD. but it turns out it's just a result of his crippling meth addiction and caffiene overdoses

he tries to think about what craigs taught him, about grounding techniques and how to handle a panic attack, and tries to apply those for you

he's shakily take your hand and wrap you in a blanket, making you hot cocoa and helping you slowly come back to your senses

"okay, okay, what are 5 things you can touch? or- no- AGH! was it 5 things you see- hear? no, ACK! i can't remember!"

most of the time if you're feeling on-edge about something, his main goal will be to just listen to you talk and validate your feelings. he doesn't really make it a point to give you advice or try to be logical, unless you directly ask for it

he's great at listening!!! he also doesn't trust his own advice enough to say it to someone else.

he really tries to think hard about what comforts him when he's anxious, and so he tries to use the tactics for you. for instance, he tries to help you get into a hobby like painting to have a bit more control over yourself

hc that tweek loves to draw with crayons so he'll make little drawings of you and him as stick figures being all happy and give them to you. as a treat

overall he is very attentive, and cares a lot. he tries his very best to be there for you, and a lot of the time that results in you two just hanging out or gaming together, so you can both get your mind off of things for a while. it makes him happy to be able to be there for someone else like craig was for him

#south park #south park x reader #sp x reader #platonic sp x reader #platonic south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #tweek tweak x reader #stan x reader #kyle x reader #eric x reader #cartman x reader #kenny x reader #tweek x reader #sp headcanons #platonic sp headcanons #sp fandom #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #tweek tweak #creek sp #sp creek #pineappleciders

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Ettieeeee I wanna thank the universe for making me stumble upon your blog!!! I'm obsessed with all your fics / drabbles about Richie, he's my hyperfixation rn 😭 if you're open for requests, could you pretty please with cherries on top write something where reader has been crushing on Richie for so long but she thinks he's still hung up on Tiff so she decides to move on and date around for a bit.....but then jealous!Richie pops up 🫠 I go INSANE over jealous!Richie fr!!! Thank you ilyyy ❤️❤️❤️

Awwww thank you soooo much this is so sweet!! ❤️❤️❤️ i love me some jealous Richie so yes!

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You’d been listening to your date talk about himself for what felt like an eternity. He barely even stopped himself to ask questions about you, so you’d been nodding along while you half-dissociated.

The waitress had even gotten you a second glass of wine without you having to ask, giving you a discreet look of support upon delivery. Not that this guy would’ve noticed anyway.

What was his name again? Jason? Blake? It really didn’t matter. Reason being, none of these guys you’d been meeting could make you forget Richie Jerimovich.

Though of course, there was the painful reminder that he was emotionally unavailable. Or so you thought, given the times you’d heard him speaking about Tiffany with Sugar and Carmy.

You understood, of course, even if it still hurt. Not that he knew of your feelings towards him, but that didn’t matter. It was why you thought moving on was a worthy pursuit… at one point, at least.

You were sitting right by the restaurant’s window facing the street, so occasionally you would notice the passerby outside. Though, only out of politeness, you tried to keep eye contact with your date.

And that way, you didn’t notice that the one that was stuck in your mind was actually on the other side of the glass, aghast.

Richie couldn’t even register the sight of you on a date at first. But when he did, jealousy hit him so fiercely it almost surprised him.

“What the fuck?” He muttered.

In all fairness, what you didn’t know was that he had chickened out of asking you out a few times. He thought he’d heard about you maybe meeting someone, but he’d been too wrapped up with the restaurant’s reconstruction to really pay attention.

Though to his very mild relief, he could see that you were not having a good time. You had your chin resting on your hand, looking like you were about to fall asleep.

Scoffing, ranting under his breath about the random jagoff sitting across from you, he dialed your number on his phone before thinking twice about it.

He saw your back straighten in surprise as you mumbled an apology. You stood up quickly, almost tipping your chair in your haste, and stepped to one side.

“Hey, Richie. Is everything okay?” You said.

To hear your voice was a momentary soothing balm, making him lose a little bit of his edge. Dumbly, he realized he had to scramble for a reason to have called you.

“H-hey, uh, there was a… There was a bit of an issue at the Beef, I need someone to come help, but I couldn't get ahold of anyone! You-you're the first one to answer."

"Oh no, um, right now? I could be there in thirty minutes, I think," you said, making your words a little louder but internally relieved beyond belief to cut this date short. "What happened?"

Richie started to move away, having to rush to get there before you. "Er, it'll just be easier when you get here. It's hard to explain over the phone. Just... I'll see you in thirty minutes, okay?"

"Yes, see you!" you said, biting down a smile as you rushed back to your table. "Sorry, I have to go. Work emergency. You understand right?"

The guy blinked at you, appalled beyond words but mouth opening like a confused fish out of water. He raised his hands as if to gesture what the hell?

You grabbed your coat and your purse. "Thanks for dinner, gotta run, sorry bye!"

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#leaving some suspense in there hehe #room for part 2? #richie jerimovich fanfiction #richie jerimovich x reader #the bear x reader #the bear fanfiction

[iridescent-petrichor]

if i could i would be anybody else

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: vague insecurity mention, alcohol mention

Words: 1K

It was a typical party at the beach, only a couple minute's walk from the Chateau, and you found yourself sitting on the outskirts, leaning against a tree with a half-empty solo cup in your hand. You could’ve sworn the entire island was here, dancing their hearts out to music that was blasting so loud you could feel it in your throat.

John B was off with Sarah, dancing much closer to the middle of the crowd than you were, embracing all the noise and people and alcohol. Pope was sat on a log beside a couple of tourons, talking very enthusiastically about something you couldn’t hear. Kie was grabbing another drink, getting sidetracked to lecture a passerby about something you were sure they’d done. JJ was stood leaning against a tree, drink in hand with a very pretty girl batting her eyelashes at him.

You always envied how your friends were able to find their places to be at parties. It always ended the same, with you standing alone away from the crowd, watching drunk people trip over themselves until it was socially acceptable to leave.

The noise and crowd was overwhelming, and you set your cup down, glancing around once more before making your way down the beach, trudging towards the Chateau for some much-needed peace and quiet.

When you finally arrived, you beelined to the bathroom to splash some water on your face, taking a deep breath and then staring into the mirror for a minute.

You hadn’t noticed, however, when you snuck off, JJ’s gaze was fixated on you, setting his own cup down when he watched you slip away. He was vaguely aware of the girl in front of him, still telling him a story, leaving her with a half-assed excuse before he followed you.

You were still staring into the mirror, starting to pick apart all of your flaws, not bothering to wipe away the tears that were now streaming down your face.

It wasn’t often that you let your insecurities get such a strong hold on you, but sometimes you got in your own head when you were sitting alone at a party while your friends had the times of their lives. You couldn’t help but wonder if they were happier with you gone.

A knock on the bathroom door startled you out of your thoughts.

“Y/N?” JJ’s voice confused you. “You alright in there?”

Quickly, you wiped the tears from your eyes, frowning when you realized they were so red and puffy that you knew JJ would notice.

You opened the door, giving him a smile. It was futile, as JJ’s face falls the second he takes in your appearance.

“Hey,” Ever so gently, he moved forward, resting his hand on your cheek. “What happened?”

You shook your head, moving back into the bathroom to sit against the wall. “Nothing, just got a little overwhelmed.”

“You should’ve told me,” With furrowed brows, he took a seat opposite you, his back against the bathtub. “I would’ve walked you back.”

You shook your head again. “You were busy, I didn’t wanna bother you.”

“You never bother me,” He insisted, and despite how loud your insecurities were in your brain you could tell he was entirely genuine.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you nodded, conceding your point.

“I’ll stay with you,” JJ said, making himself as comfortable as possible on the bathroom floor.

“You don’t have to-”

“I know.” His voice was firm in a way you didn’t see often. It was a tone he used only with you, and only when you weren’t particularly confident in yourself.

Still, you persisted. “JJ, you should go have fun. I don’t wanna take away from that.” Despite how much it ate at you seeing JJ flirting with random girls, you didn’t want to stop him from the constant flirting, or shotgunning a beer surrounded by his friends instead of sitting on the floor of John B’s dingy bathroom with you.

“Besides,” He sighed almost dramatically, stretching. “It won’t be any fun if you’re not there.”

You didn’t say anything, mind still running wild over how much you doubted his words. Surely your presence didn’t change whether or not JJ or anyone was having a good time.

Looking at the floor, you didn’t see the way JJ’s gaze softened at the sight of you.

“You know, we do like spending time with you.” He very gently nudged your leg with his foot, making you look up at him. It was as if he could peer into the deepest parts of your brain, dissecting exactly what you were worried about.

“I know.” Neither you nor JJ were convinced, with your halfhearted tone. You averted your gaze once more, and JJ’s heart broke at how small and meek you seemed.

He moved from his spot, crawling over to sit next to you, wrapping an arm around you.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” JJ could tell you weren’t gonna open up more, and instead decided to change the subject.

You shook your head once more, fighting the urge to apologize for daring to not want to watch a movie. “I don’t think I could pay attention to anything right now.”

He nodded, standing before holding his hand out for you to grab, helping you up as well.

“Then let’s just go to bed. You look exhausted, sunshine.” The pet name fell easily from his lips, something he’d called you for years. It never failed to make you smile, even on nights like this.

You let him lead you out of the bathroom, towards the guest room that he’d made his own.

The two of you quickly change facing away from each other, with you grabbing an old shirt of his that he kept at the Chateau.

When you were done, you both climbed into the bed under the covers. JJ didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, pulling you impossibly close. It was an embrace so sweet that you finally felt like you could breathe again, snuggling closer to him and feeling yourself already starting to fall asleep.

The pogues would come back later and find you two in his bed, tangled in each other’s arms. They would surely make a whole scene about it, but that was a problem for future you to sort out.

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader

[driaswrld]

mirages of you. *.

*. byakuya x fem!reader x aizen.

no warnings. previous chapter. *. byakuya flashback ep (1/2).

003 — after you left.

You’re supposed to be my sparring partner.

I am your sparring partner.

No, you’re not. You’re disloyal, Kuchiki.

Less than a century ago, you awoke from a dream, a bundle of akizakura resting on your nightstand.

“I heard she got discharged from Squad Zero.”

“No way! So they just, sent her back?”

A sliding door slams, and you hear footsteps scramble on the corridor, taking off in the opposite direction. Your head is leaned back into the pillow, and you close your eyes. Brief inhale. You can feel his reiatsu seeping through you — even though it’s been so long.

“How did you sleep?”

Byakuya Kuchiki, dressed in his shihakusho, creaseless haori draped over his shoulders, stands at your bedside, his hands folded over each other.

“I’m glad to see you too.” You huff out in a scoff, eyes fluttering open and straining your gaze towards the ceiling. His expression remains stoic, his gaze intense, before he finally looks away from you.

Byakuya has always refused to dwell on unnecessary questions such as why? And what if? They only bring more grief, only ever make a bad situation worse. If asked about it, he’d say without hesitation that he hasn’t thought about you in your absence. Not once.

“You left.”

“I came back.”

Byakuya Kuchiki is a good man — a noble man. His duties are placed at the precipice of his being. Yet, as he looks at you, laying in a stiff bed inside a room at the Fourth Division’s infirmary, he knows he’s been lying to himself all this time.

“Why?”

Why did you leave me?

The first time Byakuya laid eyes on you, it was winter, the season he hated most as a child.

“Will Yoruichi-san return tomorrow?” Young Byakuya questioned as he tailed behind his grandfather, Ginrei Kuchiki, who continued his walk along the corridor, heading for the Kuchiki estate’s courtyard, having been summoned for a Captains' meeting at this hour of the evening.

“You’re eager, for your age.” Ginrei replied, shrugging his haori further up his shoulders, glancing over at Byakuya who flushed at such an exposal on his part.

“I intend to perfect my shunpo,” he explained, stopping at the edge of the corridor as he watched his grandfather descend the front steps, the old man was well aware of his grandson’s nature – such ambition he had anticipated since his birth. “If I cannot beat Yoruichi-san, then…”

“And your swordsmanship?”

Byakuya stands a little straighter. “It has improved since your last visit, grandfather— I’m stronger than I’ve ever been before.”

Ginrei can only smile, turning away. “We’ll see…”

“You’re the Kuchiki kid, right?”

Byakuya, upon his exit from the Kuchiki estate’s training grounds later that evening, halts his steps immediately, body doing an abrupt turn to face whoever, bless their soul, would address him so openly and casually, without an ounce of regard and in his own home nonetheless.

“Do you not talk?”

The moment he laid eyes on you, he thought you were stupid. “I beg your pardon?”

“Ah, so you can talk.” You looked at him as if he was some random passerby with whom you could converse without a care. Byakuya had never come across a person so confident, almost too self-assured. It made him instantly intrigued.

“I’ll be fighting you tomorrow.” You said, shrugging afterwards and outstretching an arm to his, a friendly gesture. A handshake. He froze, a tinge of pink blooming at the tips of his ears.

Fighting him?

Despite being almost equal in age, you were smaller in stature than him, a late bloomer practically drowning in your academy uniform. To say he underestimated that you, some random academy student could stand a chance against him, would be the simplest way to put it.

With a miniature chagrin smile, he outstretched his hand to meet yours. “I look forward to—” And within the exact moment his hand latched onto yours, he felt your immense reiatsu coarse through his veins. “...fighting with you.”

Byakuya had never felt a sensation like that. He wasn’t even aware such reiatsu output was possible — especially in a feeble little girl like you. Just how much power were you hiding?

You just smiled at him, as if nothing happened.

And that day, he knew he wouldn’t be strong enough – would never be strong enough to lead the Kuchiki clan, if he couldn’t beat you.

If he couldn’t beat this test laid out by his grandfather.

“You’re slow.”

“You said not to use shunpo.”

Byakuya’s zanpakuto swings near your shoulder, and you dodge easily, shifting to the side and countering quickly. The bokken gripped firmly in your fists collides with the edge of his senbonzakura. “Because your shunpo won’t cut me, idiot.”

He grunts, one foot moving forward as he pushes his blade further, senbonzakura slowly beginning to split the wooden sword. “Yield already.”

You click your tongue, opposing his force. “Are you begging me to?” You push harder, even as the wood begins to split.

“Enough of this.” Byakuya’s sharp gaze meets your unfazed one, and he thinks this is pointless, he already has the upper hand in the duel regardless. He’s already won.

He’s spent considerable years of his early childhood studying your moves, every counter and swipe you can make with your weapon, the way you fluctuate your reiatsu to confuse your enemy, the way you always think you’ve won before the battle has started—

“Oh? You daydreamin’?” Senbonzakura slips out of his hands in one swing of your arm, and he loses his balance for a split second, just as the bokken you held is split in two.

—Because you’re the strongest.

“You cheated.”

A laugh echoes from your lips, and you watch as Byakuya leans down to pick up his sword.

Hasn’t it always been like this? You winning and then him crying foul play.

“That was as fair as fair gets.” You shrug, picking up the split pieces of wood, and he scoffs in response, “Complete nonsense.”

“You could’ve won this time, Bya.” You nudge him with your elbow, and he turns his back to you, sheathing Senbonzakura, almost embarrassed at how you speak so freely. “Never call me that again.” He grumbles, beginning to walk away.

“If—” you drop the pieces of wood, alert, running off to catch up with him. “If you stopped thinking about when I swing at you,” He walks with you, side by side, and you nudge him again, to which he grunts – confirming he’s paying attention. “And just, prevented me from swinging at you in the first place.”

Byakuya thinks that’s stupid, irrational — in character for all the other things that come out of your mouth. It’s a miracle he’s even trained under you for all these years.

“Not a scratch on it…”

“No.” Byakuya affirms, standing across from you in the confines of his study, watching you as you run the pads of your fingers across the white haori draped over his desk, worn and a little creased. It's the same one from the day he was sworn in — you can tell.

Yet, not a single scratch from battle.

You’re taller than he imagined you’d be after all this time.

At least Squad Zero catered to your monstrously high metabolism, he thinks.

Byakuya wants to say that you’ve changed in more ways than one — in ways he can’t really put his finger on yet, but he can feel it’s there.

“People have been swinging at me for years,” he says, the distance between you both feels like nothing. The time spent apart feels like nothing. “But they always seem to miss.”

It’s just another day, and you’re here. Just like before.

You chuckle, wrapping your fingers around the fabric. Byakuya watches you, a glint of something foreign in those slate gray eyes, something you can’t quite recognize.

Longing.

“When did you become a captain?”

After you left, he wants to say. But Byakuya is sensible enough to know it isn’t the time nor the place. “A long time ago — it’s become distant in my mind.” He takes a few steps closer, as if drawn to you, and looks over your shoulder where the haori lay.

Byakuya thinks about his life, about all the events leading up to this one, things he’s felt proud of, things that have made him want to put down his zanpakuto and give up. He thinks about Hisana. And then he thinks about you.

“Why did you come back?”

You can feel his breath on the tip of your ear, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

When Byakuya thinks of you, he remembers you as the first person who ever made him feel weak. You always won against him, always seemed to know more than him, and you were always, always out of his reach.

He wasn’t surprised that Squad Zero wanted you. He always knew you were strong. At least, stronger than him.

Maybe a part of him never thought you’d leave. At least without saying goodbye.

“I didn't have anywhere else to go.”

And then he thinks, maybe some things haven’t changed.

You came to him when you were in need, that has to count for something.

He moves an arm to take the haori off the desk, and it’s like you’ve both been on the same wavelength this entire time because you reach for it too.

Both your hands touch, his atop yours, and when you both realize this, it’s deathly silent for a moment. You look at Byakuya, and he looks back at you. Then you both let out a chorus of laughs.

To anyone else who’d known Byakuya after you, they’d think you must be capable of some sort of sorcery, to make Captain Kuchiki laugh with his whole chest.

Byakuya thinks he understands Aizen Sosuke now.

He too, would've done anything to keep you.

notes ; don't be fooled shit hits the fan next ep im not feeding u guys all this fluff for nothing, ur abt to cry 😭

#★ DRIASWRLD #🩶.* moy. #byakuya kuchiki #kuchiki byakuya #bleach x reader #byakuya x reader #byakuya kuchiki x reader #bleach fic #aizen x reader #bleach drabble #sosuke aizen #aizen sosuke x reader #bleach headcanons

[vampi-fixx]

thinking about being in a relationship with both scaramouche and tartaglia

tw/cw: 18+ only pls, possessive behavior, degradation, dirty talk, light bondage (not sfw content isn’t till the end though; mostly sfw)

both men are possessive. scaramouche doesn’t like to share his toys, tartaglia doesn’t like to lose, especially in love. but they—begrudgingly, after many arguments and fights—come to an agreement. they are two of the top-ranked fatui harbringers after all, skilled at negotation and conflict de-escalation: they would rather have you in some manner, than not at all.

they prefer dates spent individually. both tartaglia and scaramouche have a hard time with cohabitation and—quite frankly—being cordial with each other. but because both of them are busy individuals,  they have to settle for any time they can spend with you—and that often entails a shared date. on these dates, tartaglia likes to make quips about who’s stronger, a better lover, etc.  scaramouche understandably gets pissed. but when tartaglia gets a little too handsy with you, perhaps even trying to seat you in his lap, scaramouche is quick as lightning. he clamps a hand around your wrist, his gaze fierce, his insults harsher than the thunder plaguing inazuma. yikes.

tartaglia is the one with the silver tongue. he likes to shower you in compliments, praises; mostly because he likes seeing you flustered. but also, truthfully, because he finds it even more entertaining to rile up the balladeer. 

scaramouche stakes his claim in a more subtle manner: his hand on your thigh, as he hurls the snidest, most derogatory jabs at the youngest harbringer. (you’re his toy after all; he’s merely being a gracious god, sharing you with a foolhardy, overconfident human.)

(scaramouche does seem particularly affronted though, when after a date, a random passerby sees you and tartaglia hand-in-hand, and comments on what a cute couple the two of you make. meanwhile him? a farmer nearby mistakes him—and his short stature—as your younger brother. he spends the rest of the night fuming.) 

tartaglia though is much more stable in a romantic relationship. er, as stable as a harbringer comes. he knows his worth, he knows you like him enough. he does have a problem with jealousy, especially when he already has to share you. anyone who dares lay a hand on you or make a move on you is swiftly dealt with, and never head from again. you’re his, whether or not anyone recognizes it. 

but scaramouche? he hides it beneath his insults and anger, but deep-down he is afraid that you’ll leave him. that you’ll find some flaw in his design—just like his creator did. and one day he’ll wake up, and you’ll be gone. that, or you decide that you only want to be with tartaglia. that fear makes it hard for him to open up.

so when fights happen, scaramouche only knows how to escalate. he’ll say things he doesn’t mean—you mean nothing to me, you’re just a toy. were you really stupid enough to think i felt something for you? he pushes and pushes, and one day he thinks you might get tired enough of him to leave. if that’s the case, then so be it; it’s better that he cut things off first, before you had the chance to.

tartaglia surprisingly is the one who initiates reconciliation between you two. his easy manner, his way with people, the fact that he isn’t afraid to confront even his superiors. he is the one who encourages you two to make up. 

in the bedroom, they’re both intense, greedy lovers. scaramouche demands your utmost submission to him. he wants it all: your mind, your body, your devotion. he buys you a collar and leash, and has you wear it almost every time. yanking on your leash as you blow him.

tartaglia is more fluid. he’s much more a dom than a sub, but he does enjoy sitting back and watching the balladeer have his way with you. jerking his cock with one hand, he’ll add commentary now and then about how good you are with your mouth, about how he wishes it was his cock you were deep-throating right now; he bets you would choke on it, about how the balladeer looks like he’s about to blow his load all over your cute face.

(in terms of size, tartaglia is much bigger than the balladeer—in every sense. scaramouche is determined to be a better fuck though; he makes it a point to fuck you into oblivion every chance he gets. there are certain positions, after all, that are much easier for you to handle with his more reasonably-sized package. he’ll stare tartaglia down as he fucks into you, daring him to do it better. 

and of course, tartaglia always takes him up on that challenge.

the two of them end up spending hours competing in the bedroom, you as their unwitting victim. whoever fails to make you cum the most has to watch you get fucked by the other the next time around.

(it’s often tartaglia who fails, but in his defense, he gets turned on watching you get fucked by another man.)

needless to say, you’re grateful the fatui have the funds to buy such lavish and comfortable beds. because you spend the rest of the day after one of these sessions completely and utterly fucked out of it.

#tartaglia x reader #scaramouche x reader #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #Genshin headcanons #kunikuzushi x reader #in my fatui villain loving stage rn…. lord help #i played the archon quest with scaramouche’s quest last night and my bussy saw heart eyes #tati writes #not sfw #but like at the end

[captainjacklyn]

Making my first DOL post today..random game I got into, it's so easy to get invested.

So here is my PC, don't be fooled- that's a boy he just likes his hair long cause an someone told him it looked nice.

Kinda felt like giving him a small description, how he views most of the LIs and other characters, maybe him as a person idk this really feels like a shitpost. I only recommend the game if you aren't a minor and have a strong ass stomach cause I almost vomited the first time.

!!TW!! mentions of SA, blood, gore, violence, human experiments, death, abuse (both mentally and physically), psychopathic behavior, murder, mutation, stalking, if I missed any other triggers please inform me immediately so that I may fix my mistakes. If any of these topics make you uncomfortable, I advise you to please ignore this post and find something else more suitable. !!TW!!

Degrees of Lewdity :

APPEARANCE :

The slender young man slowly stares back at you and returns your greeting. "Oh..it's you." his name is Elias, he's a resident at the local orphanage, he won't talk back if you try anything. Just avoid taking off his gloves unless he allows it.

PROFILE/MAIN INFORMATION :

Species - human, any hybrid Occupation - student Affiliation - orphanage, oxford street school Age - 18 years old Height - 178 cm Birthday - 04th of April Gender - male (can morph his system into changing sexe so female too) Marital Status - Dating Sydney, Avery's side hoe Zodiac Sign - Aries Best Subject - English, History Interests - Cross dressing, sunbathing, napping, gardening, makeup

PERSONALITY :

Elias is an unfazed and blunt yet somewhat gentle young adult who quietly cares for others from afar. At first glance, many would think that he only speaks up when others wish to converse with him, even then his answers are short with little depth. Though it is stated that his confidence becomes much more evident once he gets comfortable, Elias can tease his peers and act playful. Furthermore, he will occasionally invite friends to spend some time with him. Whether it be taking a nap together, walking along the beach shore or reading in the library. He can crave company and has no shame in asking for someone's attention.

Not only so, but angering/provoking Elias is a feat itself, he usually avoids confrontation by walking away and even when things get out of hand, the young man will still struggle for the sake of running off. Though reaching a certain state of insanity, he looses all control of reason and will attack the offender without limit. This livid persona gives him an animalistic instinct to kill, relentlessly harming the individual(s) who previously caused his senses to go a-wire. The way he does this can get more gruesome depending on the previously inflicted physical or mental wounds on Elias, from forcing himself on them to tearing their skin open and eventually creating a gash deadly enough to give them a slow painful end. He stops at nothing until he's satisfied with how much suffering his abuser lives through.

InGameAU/Canon

Note - The statements above is largely different to how he canonically behaves. I have a knack for 'book accurate' vs 'show representation' and wanted a similar concept for my character.

In the game itself, Elias is much less of a victim and instead finds himself to be in constant control (I've been wary of any nonconsensual interactions, making a save before every choice that could lead to gr*pe or getting..y'know v*red). He is manipulative, defiant and easily angered. Belittling any passerby who leaves him a crude remark, regarding his more manipulative tendencies, this does result in him being a bit of a player.

One ↦ Robin can only have a specific percentage of confidence, preferably leaning towards a hundred but never fully. There is the excessive guilt-trip technique, Elias takes care of him from time to time and the moment Robin says something that could waver the white haired boy's sense of control he half scolds him by reminding Robin of everything he does just for him.

Two ↦ Sydney's purity = max level at all times. He doesn't want to deal with the possibility of having a bratty little *sshole follow him around everywhere for s*x. Especially not if the church proceeds to act up along with his corrupted state. The two of them are dating in game, Elias mainly uses him for protection at school, status wise at least. Due to Elias' line of work and desperate need to pay off Bailey, my PC cheats on Sydney practically everyday, having intercourse with multiple NPCs who offer a good price in exchange for his body as well as acting as Avery's sugar baby.

Despite this, he does care, I promise that he does. But his way of thinking would be similar to Alicent Hightower from House of The Dragon. He isn't narcissistic and has never once acted that way, however Elias is heavily twisted by loneliness abandonment issues go brr, anxiety and peer pressure (e.g robin getting punished for not paying his rent, Bailey possibly selling him off to the farm, etc..). This causes him to appear collected and normal at one moment and then unexpectedly go nuts.

BACKGROUND :

Elias' past follows most of the in-game's PC backstory, he was raised in the orphanage by Bailey and supposedly lived within that town his whole childhood. Another NPC who is only present in Elias' story is Monika, an older sister-like figure who was also raised in the orphanage but soon adopted and taken away. She is said to have learned to read rather quickly and many youngsters would come to her for stories, including Robin. Monika was especially close to Elias, treating him like he was a blood relative than just another inhabitant, their bond grew strong as years passed and her depart created a rather detrimental impact on Elias. Who closed in on himself and ceased to socialize, a partial root to his present conduct.

However, there is a darker side to his story. This would also explain the truth behind his gloved hands which he hates uncovering at all cost, as well as his existence alone. Elias wasn't conceived naturally, instead he was created inside an artificial womb manufactured by a non-governmental laboratory which was currently exploring the nature of hybrids (e.g beings such as the Black Wolf or Great Hawk). A group of scientist took a step further, planning a project which was yet to be approved by their employer, and decided to combine several varieties of animal DNA along with human ones. Their goal was to revolutionize the science of genetic research. Unfortunately, the team was found out and reported to their boss, who visioned Elias' birth as a horrific mistake exhibiting complete disrespect to the laws of nature. The people who had fabricated the unnatural child were instantly discarded from further company work.

Up until that point, the infant mainly looked human and acted as such. So the executive ordered for the toddler to be dropped off at an orphanage and forgotten.

TRIVIA/BONUS FACTS :

Elias is rather fashionable, he sometimes goes into the supermarket to try on a set of clothes before leaving without purchasing a single item. (the art is in the savings)

It is stated by several NPCs that he has a bad habit of staring, this is actually due to him daydreaming/spacing out whilst looking ahead unconsciously.

His favorite drink is lemonade and favorite dessert is lemon tart, anything that has to do with lemons is usually enjoyed by Elias.

When adapting to an environment, his hands are the first to metamorphose. They also connect to his emotions/primal instincts, circumstances like these are what drove Elias to hide them.

His screams sound like a mix of Caraxes and Syrax, his sounds are more guttural than actual cries.

CREDITS FOR PICREW :

#1; #2; #3; #4; #5; #6; #7; #8; #9

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol pc #degrees of lewdity pc #degrees of lewdity oc

[lovely-lamy]

You hug and apologize to them after an argument [Fantasista Squad]

TW: Slight angst(?), Might be OOC(idk i skip stories when I'm bored), GN!Reader

|A/N: I have no idea for Toya and it took me an hour to finally settle on something|

Tsukasa Tenma

Tsukasa is usually loud

It's not that you hate it but you were just not having the best time for now and accidentally snapped

You didn't mean to escalate it to a heated argument

And of course sometimes when a person is mad they tend to spat out harsh words (deja vu)

There's one thing you mentioned that finally made Tsukasa walk away and by that you finally realized maybe you should've just told him what's bothering you

You swear you didn't mean it and try to chase after him but you stopped, saying to yourself maybe he needs some time alone

You walk around the main street to clear your mind and then you saw him...

Without thinking, you ran towards Tsukasa

Tsukasa doesn't know if he should run away from you but he doesn't have enough time to decide when you wrapped your arms around his neck and cling your legs on his waist like a koala, repeatedly saying 'sorry's and 'i love you's

Tsukasa is a bit embarrassed (mostly cuz u two are in public) but he wraps his arms around you while whispering back comforting sweet words and 'i love you too's in a uncharacteristically almost silent voice yet you hear everything clearly

The people that are walking by are looking at you two in awe and disgust

"Y'all making me wanna jump off my apartment building" –a random passerby (probably)

With that settled, you tell him what's wrong and he buys you an ice cream and treated you on a shopping date to get your mind off of it

Tsukasa was actually supposed to be in rehearsals but this is worth it.. one missed rehearsal isn't that big of a deal

Rui Kamishiro

Rui just finished a new creation of his and he was just so excited to show it to you

Unfortunately you are too busy for this but he kept insisting, he has been building this for months and he's really eager to show you

You being stuck on one question on your test paper and Rui nudging you on your sides only made your stress level get high

He kept on talking you into it and you let out a groan of annoyance while swatting away his hand that is previously resting on your shoulder

Obviously disappointed and somewhat frustrated, Rui gets the message and leaves without a word

Finally finishing the god forsaken homework, you stretch your limbs and stood up to finally check what Rui wanted to show you

But when you came to his workshop, he wasn't there

Figuring maybe he was hurt by what you did, and with that you start to panic

You run around and finally saw him, he was alone training his new machine on the wonderstage

You ran up to the stage (rather clumsily and tripping on the way)

He was of course surprised by your sudden appearance but what surprised him more is you suddenly tackling him and muttering 'i'm sorry's

He chuckled, this lifts up his mood from earlier tbh

He remains silent but the hand rubbing on your back speaks for him

With things settled in and no stress is rising, he shows you his new creation as you praise him for doing a great job

Akito Shinonome

You and Akito like play-fight and light-heartedly insult each other

But this time was different though

You forgot Akito was supposed to perform today and you promised to come with

By the time you remembered, the show was already done and Akito is looking for you

It's understandable that he was mad when he saw you with your friends instead

He pulled you aside for a talk, excusing the both of you to leave for a moment

Once you two are alone, things of course escalated and both of you started raising your voice

When you tell him the he shouldn't make a big deal out of this and you'll just come next time, that was it for him and he walked out without another word

Both of you are stubborn to talk things out and it took a day for you to finally face him

Walking in the room, Akito tenses up but didn't bother to look at you and continue what he's doing

He froze when you suddenly hugged him from behind and muttered 'i'm sorry'

He finally relaxes but now he doesn't know how to respond, a part of him wants to apologize back but a part of him wants to be cheeky and act like he's still sulking

He settled with teasing you and you two just started insulting (and maybe flirting) each other

Let's just say things are back to normal, you make it up to him by paying for the stuff he wants for a whole week and you promise to go to his performances

This time, not missing at least one

Toya Aoyagi

Toya was just worried about you, you haven't spent time with him since the end of the last semester

You just got an F on a test once and now you're drowning yourself in your study (perfectionist stuff)

He wants you both to at least spend some time for once this month in the arcade but whenever he asks when you're available, you're always saying when you have time (which is almost never)

He finally confronts you about it and things escalated to the worst case scenario

Of course you instantly regret the things you did but your pride is just too high at the moment

Toya excuses himself and you're there mentally strangling yourself for how immature you handled the situation

You took some time figuring if you should run after him and apologize and finally set on your foot to go speedy towards your love

Finding him in a close by arcade, An, Kohane, and Akito in scattered places playing their own games

You take this time to sneak up to him and apologize, immediately throwing your arms around his shoulders and muttering everything you want to say

You sound so quiet but Toya can hear you clearly and forgives you, hugging you just as tight

An, Kohane, and Akito definitely did not see you guys having your arms clinging like a hook to each other

#tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #tsukasa tenma x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #akito shinonome x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #project sekai #prsk #fantasista squad

[voidsentprinces]

Random SAOA quotes but FFXIV

WoL: How could I NOT KILLED THEM!? They think "lmao" is how french people laugh! Charibet: Hahahaha thats of le mao~ - Emet-Selch: So it wasn't Hermes? WoL: Of COURSE IT WASN'T HERMES! How could HE be behind this entire plot!? A frickin LANDMINE deals with pressure better than him and based on both Final Days, has killed fewer people! - Fandaniel: My word! What a luxurious audience that has come to greet me! Alisaie: FUCK YOU! Fandaniel: WHOA! Getting a LOT of hostility here...and I don't appreciate it! - Thancred: I need to be strong...for Minfilia! Passerby: Did you hear they're keeping the Oracle of Light in Eulmore? Bystander: Yeah, I know. Who just locks up Minfilia like that. Thancred: ... Blue Jester: WELCOME TO EUL-- Thancred: I WOULD LIKE TO BUY ONE CHILD PLEASE! Red Jester: What the FU-!? - Asahi: I...can't...die...like this...I must...be...great in...Lord...Zenon's eyes. WoL: Chin up, buddy. You were an adequate meat shield and NOBODY can ever take that away from you. - Fandaniel: WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! YOU ARE RELICS! MISBEGOTTEN SHADES OF THE PAST! BUT! I HAVE SOME GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! YOU DONT HAVE TO WONDER WHERE YOUR GOD IS! WoL: ... Zodiark: BECAUSE HE'S RIGHT HERE!...and he's fresh out of mercy. - Alisaie: So...the Final Days are here and our friend has gone off to see if they can get to the true root of it all from the shade of Elidibus...what should we do in the meantime? Alphinaud: I GOT IT! We can like...GROUP! UP! Estinien: AND HIT IT UNTIL IT DIES! Y'shtola: Its a miracle those two survived the Coerthan and Dravanian Wilderness for as long as they did. - Godbert: Winners do not use drugs, Hildibrand. Unless its Salamander Oil, in which case...use LOTS OF DRUGS! - Urianger: Illuminate it for us then, Ascian. As one whom was there. Emet-Selch: If I had to put the Final Days into description...wellll let me put it this way. Imagine the most horrific, awful thing imaginiable...and then multiply that by cancer. - Dark Mage: WHO THE FUCK IS THIS ADVENTURER!? Where did you even come from!? NEVER HAS A GOLEM BEEN SO SORELY TESTED! WoL: I am known by many names...Demon Slayer, Desert Lion, the Moogle Axe...but you may call me...Silent Protagonist. Dark Mage: B-b-but...you j-just TALKED! WoL: It's a Hellsguard name. Dark Mage: But...you're an Au Ra. WoL: Pfft..*uncorks a Fantasia* ...THIS time.

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Journey to the West Chapter 22

Guanyin telling Sandy to keep the Monk Skulls back in chapter 8:

In this chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest we finally get the whole gang together. So let's get into it shall we?

So the gang manages to make it pass Yellow Wind Mountain and time passes without incident until they arrive at yet another scary looking river that is apparently 800 miles wide. And with the river comes a problem, while Monkey and Pigsy would be able to cross it no problem, Tripitaka can't and there aren't any boats or anything around either.

Anyways Tripitaka manages to come across a stone slab and they learn that this river is apparently called the 'Flowing Sand River'. However as they are all gathered around for family reading time- a monster springs out of the water and makes a B-line for Tripitaka. Fortunately Monkey is all to use to random monsters trying to take a bite out of his master- so he manages to grab him and run to hire ground while Pigsy faces off against the monster.

Pigsy seems about evenly matched against the monster, but soon enough, Monkey gets bored playing bodyguard for Tripitaka and leaps into the fight- and ends it instantly by whacking the monster on the head with his staff which startles him so badly that he immediately retreats back into the river.

Pigsy meanwhile takes exception to Monkey interrupting his fight because he was *this* close to sealing the deal. But Monkey just shrugs and says he was bored and wanted to play to. Despite this though the two make their way back to Tripitaka in high spirits. However even though the monster isn't bothering them anymore, they still have to solve the original problem, which is to get Tripitaka safely across the river. So the group decides that the best way to get across is to have the monster of the river help Tripitaka across.

And here we also learn about one of Sun Wukong's few weaknesses- he's not good at fighting under water. If he just needs to transverse it- that's one thing, he can just use the water repelling charm or change into a sea creature, but actually fighting underwater is another matter. Luckily, Pigsy can fight underwater, he was a Marshal of the Heavenly River back when he was a god after all. But while Pigsy might be able to face the monster one on one, he's worried about the monster having allies in the river and ganging up on him. So they come up with a plan to have Pigsy lure him out of the water so that Monkey can help him. So with their strategy in place Pigsy heads out, parting the water like Moses to make a path for himself into the river.

So, Pigsy and the monster face off once again- this time in the river, and we get to learn this mysterious monster's tragic backstory. Which basically amounts to: He was the Curtain Raising Captain for the Jade Emperor in heaven, but during the Festival of Peaches he broke a crystal cup and was banished to the Flowing Sand River where he has been spending his days eating random passerby's.

Eventually during their fight Pigsy pretends to flee in defeat to lure the monster to the surface like planned. Unfortunately though Monkey is so eager to fight that he jumps the gun, immediately nailing the monster in the head once again- only to have the monster NOPE back into the water again as soon as he see's Monkey coming. So Pigsy starts yelling at Monkey for being to impulsive, but Monkey just laughs him off and suggests they go talk with Tripitaka.

So they have a brief team meaning where Pigsy tells them about the fight and how the monster is about his equal. They then decide to worry about the situation tomorrow and just rest for now so Monkey takes off to get some food for Tripitaka and is back in no time. When he see's how fast he returned Tripitaka suggests they just ask the family he got the food from on how to cross the river. But Monkey says they are unlikely to know anything about his river considering they live seven thousand miles away from here. And he takes the opportunity to brag about his cloud somersault.

And Pigsy then points out something interesting why doesn't Sun Wukong just carry him across the river if he could make the distance in a single jump? Monkey however points out the Pigsy also knows how to ride the clouds, so why doesn't he carry him across? So Pigsy answers his own question- as far as the rules of magic goes a mortal is as heavy as a mountain. The only way Tripitaka is getting through this journey is if he takes every single step of it himself. Pigsy and Monkey are there to protect him, but they can't do the journey for him, or receive the scriptures from the Buddha. And I feel like this conversation justifies and answers every question about why this journey is so long and hard despite how powerful Sun Wukong and the others are.

So the next morning they decide to try the plan again but this time with Monkey not being so impulsive. So Pigsy dives back into the water and has a great time comparing weapons and fighting the monster. This time when Pigsy feigns defeat to lure the monster to the surface though the monster doesn't fall for it since he'd really rather not take another beating from Sun Wukong. Seeing him refuse to come out, Monkey decides to try and fight him anyways, but as soon as the monster see's him coming, he flees deeper into the water.

So the gang gathers together for yet another team meeting and I get to add another number to Tripitaka's cry count due to his worry on how to cross the river. Seeing as how Pigsy can't beat the monster on his own, and how their plan to lure him out is a wash, Monkey decides to pull out his trump card- asking Guanyin for help. So leaving Tripitaka in Pigsy's care, Sun Wukong takes off to the South Sea to get Guanyin's help.

So Monkey tells Guanyin all about their troubles, and probably makes her sigh in exasperation because the monster of the Flowing Sand River... is the Curtain Rising Captain that Guanyin recruited to help them on their Journey, because apparently despite their problems acquiring the horse and Pigsy, Monkey still isn't telling the right people about their Scripture Mission. Despite this helpful information though, Sun Wukong is still worried that the monster is to afraid of him to be willing to come out. So Guanyin calls for her assistant Moksa and gives him a gourd and instructions to go with Sun Wukong to the river and call him using the name Guanyin gave him 'Wujing'. She also tells him to string together those nine skulls he had and arrange them in the position of the nine palaces, then put the gourd in the center of it. Apparently this will get them a vessel capable of ferrying Tripitaka across the river.

So with that advice in mind, Sun Wukong and Moksa return to the Flowing Sand River and have a brief chat with Pigsy and Tripitaka and tells them that apparently this river monster is going to be their new road trip buddy. So Moksa goes to the river and calls out to Wujing and tells him the scripture pilgrim has arrived. And since the only person who knows that name is Guanyin, Wujing surfaces to great Moksa. Moksa tells him to become the disciple of the Tang Monk and also tells him how to use the skulls. Wujin asks where the scripture pilgrim is, and Moksha points him, and company, out.

Wujing is a bit irritated since Pigsy and Monkey fought him for two days without once mentioning seeking scriptures. And he's also still rather afraid of Sun Wukong, so Moksha goes with him to great them. So Sha Wujing introduces himself to Tripitaka and says he is willing to take Tripitaka as his master. And Tripitaka is once again robbed of the chance to give his disciple a name, but at least he can shave Sha Wujing's hair off and give him a nickname, the 'Sha Monk'.

With that all taken care of they Wujing's necklace of skulls to make a vessel to take them all across the river. Moksa also accompanies them across the river to make sure no other monsters pop out to give them trouble. Once they are across the river, Moksa takes back the gourd and the nine skulls vanish with the wind. Which is a shame, because there are a lot of river's to cross in this book, and that would have been a nice tool to be able to keep. With that done, they head their seperate ways, Moksa heading south back to Guanyin, and our now complete party of hero's continuing on their Journey to the West.

Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), Bimawen (Banhorseplague), The Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Pilgrim Sun. Immortality: 5 Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, the ability to put others to sleep, and the Fiery eyes and Diamond Pupils, intimidating horses, churning large bodies of water, sleeplessness, seizing the wind, enhanced smell and discerning good and evil within a thousand miles. Demon Kill Count: 4+ Unknown Number of Minions Human Kill Count: 6 God's Defeated: 19 + Unknown number Defeats: 3 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, Impersonating a Government Official, Treason, attempted murder, failure to control or report a dangerous fire, desecrating a corpse, breaking and entering and trespassing. Cry Count: 3 Mountains Trapped Under: 1

Current Tang Sanzang stats: Names/Titles: River Float, Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, Tripitaka Abilities: Curing Blindness, making branches point a certain direction (allegedly), reciting sutras, pretty privilege, memorization and Heart Sutra. Cry Count: 14 Tight Fillet Spell Uses: 5 Paralyzed by fear: 4 Bandit Problems: 2 Kidnapped by demons: 2 Falling Off Horses: 5

Current Bai Long Ma Stats: Names/Titles: Bai Long Ma (White Dragon Horse), Prince of the Western Ocean, and third prince jade dragon of the dragon king Aorun Abilities: Transforming into a human, a water snake, and a horse, eating a horse in one bite, and flight. Crime List: Arson, and Grave Disobedience. Contributions to the plot: 1

Current Zhu Wuneng Stats: Names/Titles: The Marshal of the Heavenly Reeds, Zhu Wuneng (Pig who is aware of ability), Zhu Ganglie, Pigsy, Idiot and Eight Rules. Weapon: Rake Abilities: 36 Transformations, parting water, fighting underwater and cloud soaring. Demon Kill Count/Kill steals: 1 Failed Flirtation/romances Attempts: 2 Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Sexual Harassment, Murder, Kidnapping and arson.

Current Sha Wujing Stats: Names/Titles: The Curtain-Raising General, Sha Wujing (Sand Aware of Purity), Sandy and Sha Monk Weapon: 'Monster Taming Staff' Crime List: Breaking a Crystal Cup, murder, and desecration of a human corpse.

#jttw #journey to the west #jttw read through #journeythroughjourneytothewest #sun wukong #tang sanzang #zhu wuneng #sha wujing #Man Guanyin is such a recurring character she's practically an honorary member of the pilgrimage #If I wanted more work for myself I should have given her some stats lol

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I read the last polyweb, I want to order more of this scrubdilishys meal (specifically the reader talking about trauma like it's normal) of course, only if you want to and have time THANK YOU!!

TW: Trauma Discussions (Light to Medium), Some Angst, Gore Mention, Mention of Parental Abuse, Death Mention A/N: I am so glad you guys love the Sapphire Polyweb! I hope this becomes like The Thing for my blog I would love that- anyways we're trying color fonts now I'm feelin' creative

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Another day, another sleepover in Y/N's house. Things had gone better than expected, Huntsman hadn't even bitten Syntax, even when he got hit with three red shells in a row during Mario Kart! Everyone had changed into their sleep-wear (which was very weird to see the Mayor in, though he only wore a very basic set of dark blue flannel pajamas. They were all stuck in that space where they ought to be sleeping but were talking instead. Syntax had lifted his phone to check something but let out a disgruntled huff before shoving it back in his pant pocket. Y/N rolled over from their spot on the floor of their massive pillow fort and asked what's wrong.

"Father's Day approaches and annoying e-mails are barraging me about buying a set of tools. If I had a father I am certain he would not care for a tool belt."

Y/N rolled on their stomach and propped themselves up on an elbow. "What do you mean? Don't...you don't know your dad?"

In the darkness Syntax sighed. "Let me put it in simple terms: as far as anyone in the world is concerned, I am an orphan, for I have no worthy father."

He felt Y/N's hand slip into his own. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's a thing of the past. I prefer to try and forget, but...it's rather difficult during the holidays."

They sat there holding hands before Y/N spoke again to the oddly quiet others, "Hey...come to think of it, Hunter, Goliath, Queenie, do you guys have moms or dads?"

The Spider Queen answered first after a sizeable silence. "Let's just say a Queen has no need for parents. I had sisters, though. Seven. But...let's just say they went the way of the birds."

"What?? I never heard about this, Queenie, why didn't you tell me?" Y/N was sitting up now and had turned on the lamp that had been placed in the floor of the fort.

The Spider Queen looked oddly grim-faced. Her silky black hair was down, and she wore a rather fancy black nightrobe over a long nightgown. "I don't like talkin' about it."

"Wait-" Now Goliath was sitting up (though he was hunched a bit so as not to disrupt the blanket roof of the fort. "My Queen, if you have sisters, why aren't they here?"

Huntsman was up now too, though he used a fist to hit the side of Goliath's arm. It obviously didn't hurt him but the intent was still there. "She just said she doesn't like talking about it, pea brain."

Ignoring the bickering, Y/N released Syntax's hand and scooted over to the Queen. "You can tell me, Queenie, if you want to."

The Spider Queen looked even more uncomfortable as she glanced at her three spider underlings. Owing to her pride, she never liked feeling vulnerable normally...but she exhaled through her nose. "Just this once. When I was a spiderling I was the youngest of my sisters. Born the last. I wanted to go out there, to make somethin' of myself instead of sittin' around trappin' random passerby. So one day when I was sixteen I packed up a few things and set out to get real-world experience. A few years passed, and I was gainin' myself some new infernal powers. I'd even begun to further transform." She gestured to her purple skin and green eyes. The Queen looked distressed as if she didn't want to continue...

But in an surprising move, Huntsman went to sit next to her and took one of her hands. He wasn't looking at her as if wanting to let her have the privacy of tears threatening to spill over her lime eyes. The gentle move from her most rambunctious subject seemed to help as the Queen continued, "I...I came home to find them all...pulverized. I- I couldn't tell which was which-" Here she stopped, covering her face with her free hand, allowing a few sobs to escape.

Syntax had fully sat up now. He and Goliath looked at each other, at a loss until Y/N moved to hug their Queen, placing their arms around her shoulders. Slowly, Goliath moved behind the Queen to gently hug her as well. Syntax made his way over to her unoccupied side. Emotions were never his strong suit, much less comforting someone with such a heavy subject. After hesitating, he put his hand on the Queen's shoulder.

After a few minutes she took a deep breath and lifted her head, clearing away the tears. She reached out her arms to hug both Syntax and Huntsman to her sides and rested her head back on Goliath's massive chest as a pillow. They sat there, comforting one another in an odd way.

They all jumped a mile when the Mayor suddenly lifted the blanket that hung over the fort's entrance. No one had heard him arrive, but this time his ever-present smile seemed more...sympathetic, somehow. He crawled in and set down a box of soft brownies. "I did not want to interrupt, but something told me we could use these."

With nerves calmed, the group eventually dug in. It occurred to Y/N to ask Goliath and Huntsman about their fathers, but Huntsman only shrugged and said, "Technically Syntax is our father. He used the Queen's venom and artificial masculine DNA to basically speed-grow us. Kinda like plants."

Goliath, who had five brownies in one large hand, huffed. "He won't let me call him dad, though."

Syntax scowled at him. "That is because I am not your father, if I were I would have had to use my own DNA. Since I did not I prefer to think of myself as your manufacturer or engineer."

Huntsman let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like "Doofus"

Anticipating the question, the Mayor spoke to Y/N as they turned their head to him. "A decent enough man as fathers go, and my mother as well. We were never too close, but we were happy. Now then..." He stood and began gathering the garbage to throw out. "As it is well past 3 AM I suggest we all head to sleep."

When he returned, the light was out and everyone was curled up together this time with the Spider Queen in the center, as if she were the center of their spider web of cuddles. There was an odd feeling as they all dozed off...a renewed closeness born from revealing (even if only by mention) secret pains of the heart and being met with comfort and companionship.

#tw trauma #lmk #legomonkiekid #lmk sapphire polyweb x reader #lmk sapphire polyweb #lmk x reader #lmk x reader polygamous #lmk spider queen x reader #lmk huntsman x reader #lmk syntax x reader #lmk goliath x reader #lmk mayor x reader #tw angst #tw gore mention #tw death mention #tw parental abuse

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Catboy Soot just dropped-

Hello! @/poprockpanda and I can’t stop making edits of Wilbur as a catboy, and then i was given the idea of making a fic, and I couldn’t help myself <3 idk if this counts exactly as g/t? But it’s my account and I do what I want<3 so here!

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Feline Fine

Chap. 1 - Cat Out of the Bag!

There was something nice about taking a walk down the street without a real reason. Not needing to go to the store, not needing to meet someone, just enjoying the bustle of the city and getting some fresh air. Tommy could go wherever he wanted, having the whole day free to do so.

He walked past buildings slowly, no particular aim as he crossed the street. Traffic was light that day, the birds were out and about flying through the air, and even people’s faces seemed friendlier. Tommy was happy to take it all in, not a care in the world. Until, he passed by an alleyway, to hear a small and distant cry.

Instantly he thought he might’ve just run into a dumpster baby, and his heart panged. He imagined those movies where a child had been abandoned and then adopted by a passerby. Tommy was not at all intending to adopt this baby-

Why was he even going so far with this random, and probably inaccurate, thought??

He’d just check out the noise. Quickly. Then back to his walk.

He peered into the dark strip between the two shops, brick walls on either side. Tommy would be lying to say he didn’t feel a bit anxious looking down there. You normally avoided dark scary spaces, ‘cause there might be wronguns down there. But curiosity killed the cat, he supposed.

He crept slowly through the alleyway, minding the trash and dirt as he went. He cranked his ears to catch sound of the foreign cries again. He waited, waited… maybe he imagined them?

And then- a meow.

Oh! So his “abandoned baby” thought was wrong after all. Still, he had been somewhat on the right track.

Tommy spotted a box, scribbled in marker over top of it “please take care”. He cocked an eyebrow, wondering why the hell someone would not only dump a cat by the dumpster, but tape the box shut as well.

The blonde glanced around, and he found a shard of a broken beer bottle. He picked it up with a mildly disgusted expression, worried of disease, and then cut into the tape, careful not to slice too deep for fear of the cat inside.

The meows started up again, louder. And as soon as Tommy had cut through the slip of tape, they paused again. Hesitantly, he lifted the flaps of the cardboard box, and peaked inside.

Staring back with dilated pupils was a matted long-furred black cat with twisted whiskers and bright brown eyes. Something clicked as they met eyes, and Tommy was taken aback.

All in an instant, the cat was out of the bag- er, box- and it darted through the alley. Tommy panicked, and took chase, worried like hell.

The blonde raced across sidewalks, keeping the black cat within eyesight at all times. It seemed smart enough to try to shake him of its trail, but Tommy was fast too, and turned this way and that to stay just a foot behind.

The cat took a sharp turn, and ended up backing itself into a corner. Tommy pumped his arms, drenched in sweat, as he came up to the cat. He slowed his pace, the adrenaline running out as he panted heavily, and entered a mock staredown with the feline. They both had a steady rise and fall of their chests as wide eyes glared nervously. Neither made any sudden move, too afraid how the other’d react.

“W-wait,” Tommy heaved, then questioned why he was talking to an animal, “I- I don’t want to hurt you,” he hoped it would understand anyway. Hands came out softly, gently. He positioned down to his knees, remaining consistent eye contact.

Tommy outstretched a welcoming hand, “Come here… pspsps,” he called quietly.

The cat stared, blankly for a moment, before it took the chance and shifted its paws slowly, one in front of the other. Gradually making its way closer. A second or two and the eyes would glance back to Tommy’s expression, watching intently for a change, for a frown, for any aggression before it would move again.

The feline was right before Tommy, and it closer detail and view, the blonde could see how dirty it was. The fur was clumped and shedding. It looked rough and fine, like a brush would tear it all out. There was a chip out of its left ear, and old wounds that trailed through its skin, only slightly covered by the mess of loose pelt. The poor thing looked quite skinny too, starved, if Tommy had to guess.

It sniffed the blonde's hand with great interest. Tommy didn’t dare take a breath as he stilled his body. The cat judged him, stared through him, sniffing like it could tell Tommy’s true intent through a whiff.

The furball decided it trusted Tommy, rubbing a cheek against his fingers. He smiled, scratching underneath its chin.

“Let’s get you home, poor thing, would you like that?”

The cat purred deeply, leaning into Tommy’s touches.

“Alright, let’s go then,” he smiled.

And like that, a simple meaningless walk turned into adopting a cat. Tommy wrapped an arm underneath its belly, and scooped it up so he was holding its rear in one hand, the cats body supported by his shoulder, with its head facing behind the blonde. He sighed as he turned out of the alleyway, and made his way, noting the street signs to head back home.

What did he get himself into?

#posts by sunny #sunnys fics #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #feline fine au