#I wish there were other hair styles for the male character

[mediocre-daydreams]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲: send me a character and “opposites attract” duo (ex. grumpy x sunshine, loner x popular) for a blurb!

finnick odair (popular/shy) please! i think it'd be so sweet :)

ok so i just started typing and this emerged and i'm not sure how well this fits the request or if it makes sense but you've got me in my finnick feels and now i have this urge to write for him but bro i have so many WIPs how could u do this to me :(((((

finnick odair x reader // 1.2k

you have an odd relationship with finnick. are you acquaintances? begrudging friends? enemies just for the sake of having someone to squabble with? in any other situation, you’d want a definitive answer. but it’s the 75th hunger games, and in all honesty, you couldn’t give less of a damn about finnick odair.

you’ve only met him a few times, when the capitol invites all the victors for some frivolous celebration for anniversary of a glorified massacre. it’s horrible, you’re more than aware. but some part of you feels a little better that you get to see finnick, because as much as he is confusing and for reasons unbeknownst to you, he seems to have your back.

the parade is twice as busy this year but the capitol spectators seem thrice as enthusiastic. you silently thank your designer for prematurely accepting your death, because it means he didn’t bother to design something extravagant (by capitol standards) and embarrassing (by your standards).

“well, don’t you just look ravishing?” a male voice sounds near your ear and you feel a warm breath tickle the side of your face.

you fight the urge to grab the nearest sharp object and stab your opponent. you turn your head, slowly and intentionally, to the source of the noise and are unsurprised at who you find. “finnick?” it sounds more like a statement than a question.

“surprised to see me?” finnick grins, flashing you those teeth that must’ve been capitol-modified. they aren’t, of course. finnick hates everything capitol, and that’s the only reason you let him stick around. there are no other reasons.

“um, no.” you wish you could come up with a better, wittier, cleverer, flirtier response, but there’s something about the way he smells—luxurious and a little briny and so fresh it’s almost cold, but the heat from his bare chest says otherwise… “no, i’m not surprised. i saw your reaping.”

you cringed, remembering how he’d volunteered for annie and how defeated he’d looked on that stage, standing next to his old mentor and trying to avoid eye contact with his crying ex-lover. annie had never been the same after her games. perhaps you shouldn’t have brought that up.

“i’m flattered,” finnick grins at you again, pinching his lower lip between his teeth. he’s got one elbow on a table and even though his free arm hangs loosely by his side, you feel trapped where you are. or at least you’re in no rush to get away from him.

“okay, well… that’s good?” you mumble, not sure where he gets his endless chain of banter from but wishing you could have some.

“it’s good,” finnick repeats, shaking his head in amusement. he runs his hands through golden curls, meticulously styled and sprayed to look effortlessly tousled, and you’re sure his styling team is somewhere nearby wishing death upon you for being the reason their pretty boy has (god forbid) a strand of hair out of place.

finnick calling your name with that lovely voice of his snaps you out of a daze you hadn’t realized you were in. you blink, slightly caught off guard. “sorry, what was that?”

“i said, see something you like?” finnick’s grin is more smug now, almost feline. he looks like he’s about to pounce and ruin your life with those damn eyes. or, spear you with his trident in the quarter quell. neither seem particularly appealing.

“no!” you deny. “no- i mean, that’s not what i meant-” you stammer, eyes jumping everywhere but his polished chest. had his team rubbed him down in baby oil? he was glowing, all tan skin and smooth planes and well defined ridges and-

“no, you don’t like me? i’ve gotta say, i’m a little hurt,” finnick teases. “and here i thought we had something going on.”

“gah, i didn’t mean that! i’m not ogling you, is all. ‘course i like you, as long as you’re not going to kill me on the first day,” you manage to get out.

“hey, your words, not mine.” finnick shrugs, a smirk gracing his lips. “but just for the record, i am ogling you.”

your eyes narrow in confusion.

“i mean it,” finnick continues, swallowing, and you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker away yours for a moment. almost like he’s nervous. “you look nice. you look really… pretty.”

it’s not a groundbreaking or particularly romantic statement, but it’s the most sincere you’ve ever seen finnick around someone who isn’t mags, and that means something to you. “i think you’re pretty too, finnick.”

his confidence returns. “y’know, i’m told that quite a bit. but it means a lot more coming from you, sweetheart.”

you purse your lips. “don’t get cocky, or i’ll take it back.”

“no take backs!” finnick sighs and licks his lips thoughtfully. you’re not sure if he’s trying to entice you on purpose, but either way, you’re enticed.

the conversation is lulling and it’s really finnick’s fault. you’re not much of a conversationalist. “uh,” you begin, not sure why you opened your mouth when you had nothing to say. “um, your horse is… well groomed. and- uh, your chariot- yeah.” you want to kill yourself. you’re going to die in a few days anyway, so you might as well die before you lose all your dignity to the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.

finnick snorts, unattractively horse-like, and you’re only a little comforted to know he’s not as perfect as he seems. “well, i’m sure the gamemakers will be pleased to hear that the procession is up to your standards.” he turns away from you to pat the side of his horse’s face and you get a good look at his high cheekbones and impossibly sharp jawline. you hate this man. 

the horse doesn’t seem to like finnick much. it flares its nostrils and finnick is forced to retreat, taking a step back and finding himself against a small table, useless and meant for decoration. atop it rests a bowl of sugar cubes, which are also useless and probably meant for decoration. you want to scoff at how dedicated the capitol is to performing false hospitality down to the last detail.

finnick turns to see what he bumped into and his eyes light up. he pinches a cube of sugar between his pointer finger and thumb and rolls it around, pretending to examine it. he returns his gaze to you. “some sugar for my sugar?”

you want to gag. finnick is so disgusting and you can’t imagine who would fall for his cheesy pick-up lines. not you, that’s for sure. “no thanks. i’m… allergic.”

“allergic to sugar? really?” finnick frowns, tossing the sugar cube in the air and catching it in his palm easily. “i’ve never met someone with a sugar allergy before.”

you shrug, caught up in your lie and grateful that finnick didn’t call you out on it. you didn’t know if you’d be able to survive the embarrassment of your verbal slip.

the sugar cube really is for show. he places it on the table with disinterest and curls his lip mischievously. “well, i suppose it doesn’t matter. you’re sweet enough to give me a cavity as it is.”

you can’t help yourself. “are you flirting with me?” your mind runs faster than your mouth, it seems, and now you’re pretty sure you’ve screwed up the chance to talk to this man ever again.

finnick looks at you oddly, raises his eyebrows, and purses his lips to hide what would probably be a stupidly smug smile. “no, with the horse.”

#finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #1.5k celebration

[vidjausers-fable]

PenPals(Veneer x OC)Chapter 4

Previous chapter

Author’s Note: This is a more Avery-centered chapter, so I hope you enjoy getting to know this character more! Thank you again to my best friend @tinalbion for beta reading for me! Here’s more fanart of Velvet, Veneer, and yes, even Avery.

How would one describe their work without sounding insane? Avery didn’t know, even though she’d been working at that stupid rink close to five years. She was on her thirty minute lunch in the staff lounge, her skates off and under the table at her feet. In front of her, she had a slice of pizza and a soda, with a pen and notepad. She found herself taking notes of things she wanted to tell Veneer throughout the day and used those notes to write to him in the evening. She wanted to make sure that her letters were full of content, whether it be photos or just daily updates. Never once did she want a letter to lack any content, especially since Samson put a lot of effort into writing her back. Sometimes she would get pages of letters and sketches.  

For about a month now, they had been sending letters back and forth. Avery felt herself grow closer with the male, yet too shy to ask if she could visit in person. If anyone asked her a few years ago where she imagined herself, she would have not answered with: Oh yeah, I’m sending letters back and forth with someone who was close to going to prison!

It just made her feel less lonely, after losing her one and only friend. Her best friend too. She knew that she had to get back out there eventually, to learn to trust others again and make friends, but it was hard when someone screwed you over as hard as Rebel Rivers did to her. She still felt hurt that one moment they were roommates, and the next second she was quite literally drained of all her money and kicked to the curb. Would it be weird to ask a coworker to go out and do something? What could they even do: go to another nasty joint or go bowling at another cheesy diner?

Absent-mindedly, she allowed her foot to fidget with her skates, rolling them back and forth, though she made sure not to let them roll too far away. She didn’t know what else to write to Samson without sounding as though she was one who constantly complained about their situation. But truly, at her work, she felt lonely, and at home, she felt isolated.

From the other side of the staff lounge, one of Avery’s coworkers watched her silently mope. 

What Avery didn’t know was that her coworkers had noticed this loneliness. One did. This one in particular was Gracie, who had been there the longest after Avery, and knew that Avery had been on her own since a young age. Gracie was only a few years older, but she felt as though Avery somehow was more mature than her, and isolated. She didn’t know why, however, but felt like she could possibly work up the courage to reach out and see if Avery wanted to open up to her at a later time. She would have reached out to Avery sooner, but it felt as though that once she finished cleaning up the kitchen for the night, Avery was already gone before she could ask. Gracie was one of the preppers and line cooks while Avery skated and waited tables, which made it hard to get her to slow down, and their breaks hardly aligned with one another. But today would be different, she promised herself. She told herself that she would ask Avery tonight to come with her to the club tomorrow. She knew both of their schedules and that both of them had the day off tomorrow. 

It was now or never.

Gracie calculated that Avery had about seven minutes left on her break, same as Gracie herself. Her palms were sweaty. She was nervous that she would be rejected. Now was the best time to do it, if she really would ask Avery tonight. 

Stumbling over to the blonde in the booth, Gracie approached Avery. To her, Avery was beautiful and had her own unique style with the pink strip in her hair and the fishnets she wore under her uniform skirt. Gracie wished she had her confidence. 

Despite being standoffish, Avery always smiled at her coworkers, so Gracie wasn’t any different. Avery smiled up at her as she approached. “Hey Grace, what’s up?” Avery asked, flipping the paper she was writing over, then sat up straighter. 

Gracie scratched the back of her neck. “Sorry if I’m asking on such late notice, but if you’re not busy would you like to come clubbing with my boyfriend and me tomorrow night?” The question came out in stumbled words, so Gracie hoped that they were understandable to Avery, “I just realized that we’ve been working together for two years and we’ve never even stayed over extra for a drink or anything. It felt wrong to me in a way.” She smiled timidly. 

Avery blinked up at her coworker in shock. Gracie was…sort of like her. Gracie kept to herself at work, though once when Avery was working, she had waited at her coworker’s table when she was out for some friends, and seemed to be a social butterfly then. Avery still treated her with kindness outside of work.

Avery stared up at the dark-skinned girl and admired how pretty she was with her curly dark black hair she had to keep pinned up and hidden while on the job. It was hard to believe that she even stuck around at a cook job when she could be out there and be a model or something. 

“I don’t see why not,” Avery replied, smiling at her, “I’m off and if I take another shift, I would be doing TOO much overtime. So yeah, that sounds fun. Do you want to make plans to maybe do our hair together and makeup? I also have a couple dresses I could wear. I’ll bring them over.” Watching Gracie’s bright brown eyes wide when she answered did make her feel happier in a way, “I could come over, or you could come over to my place.”

Gracie nearly bounced off the floor. Avery wouldn’t realize that she had just opened Pandora’s jar. “OMG, that would be amazing!” She clapped her hands in excitement, “You can come over to my place, I have all KINDS of makeup to share with you. Just text me through my personal number. Can I write it down?” she pointed to the piece of paper that Avery’s hand had remained on top of the entire time.

Avery looked at it and handed it over hesitantly, “Yeah, sure.” She watched carefully as Gracie wrote her number out, and made sure she didn’t flip the page. She was a bit anxious for others to find out she was sending letters to someone who had been arrested. 

“Text me tonight so I can text you my address ASAP! I don’t have anything going on, so I’ll be back at home with my boyfriend. Feel free to come over any time! This is going to be so much fun.” Gracie giggled, “Oh, we only have a minute left of our break! We should get back to work. It’ll help make time pass for the rest of the night!” She turned on the ball of her feet and rushed back into the kitchen. She stopped for a moment to look back at Avery, “Don’t forget to text me!” And then she was gone.

That wasn’t so bad… Gracie thought to herself, Avery is actually an interesting person. I shouldn’t have judged her so quickly. With that thought, she returned to her work. 

Avery didn’t personally mind being a couple minutes late returning and took her time to slip back into her skates, sliding her notepad into her uniform apron. She chuckled quietly to herself at the encounter with Gracie. She didn’t realize Gracie had so much energy in her. Though she had to think to herself for a moment—Gracie had been so nervous about approaching her? Did Avery give off that vibe…? Was she just that unapproachable to others? 

Shaking off some creeping thoughts, Avery skated back into the room, where her shift was as normal for the rest of the night. When she returned home, she was almost too tired to shower but did anyway because she did not want her bed to smell like grease. So, she took a long hot shower, taking her time to wash the smell off herself before she went to bed, not even adding to Samson’s letter for the night, too exhausted from her long shift. She did make sure to text Gracie before she passed out. 

When Avery awoke, she was more sore than usual. Honestly, she was considering texting Gracie to cancel. The longer she lay there in bed, teetering back and forth, the more she began to think about the day. She had already promised her coworker to go out for the night, and she didn’t like the thought of chickening out and then facing Gracie at work the next day. Plus, it would probably do her good to get out to somewhere that wasn’t the grocery store. This soreness would pass. 

But did she really want to face the Boom Box again? After what had happened with Velvet and Veneer, and now her own personal trauma of having her own art stolen, that place seemed almost…traumatic for her now. Even if nothing remotely traumatic happened to her in it.

Avery released a long breath. “Okay, stop thinking or you’ll start to spiral. Let’s get up and do something,” she encouraged herself and stood, stretching her long limbs above her head. If her body could make cracking sounds, then it would have.

Avery checked the time. It was only 9am. She sent a text to Gracie, seeing that she had texted her address late last night, probably around the time when they both got home. I just got up. Going to get ready. Do you want breakfast while I’m getting some? There, that seemed friendly, right? 

Gracie texted back immediately, making Avery wonder if she was staring at her phone the entire morning, waiting for Avery to text. Yes pls! A coffee and a burrito if possible! ^0^

Will do! How do you like your coffee? After texting, she set her phone aside to brush her hair and look at herself in the mirror. She ran her fingers over the pink strip in her hair, seeing that it didn’t look as glossy as usual. Was your natural hair color supposed to fade this early? She brushed her teeth and then tended to her pets.

“Sorry guys, I can’t let you out today. I’ll be out all day. But here’s some extra treats to hold you over until then.” She took them out of their pen and allowed them to eat the snacks in her lap. When they were done, she put them back and returned to her phone. She picked it off her kitchen counter and checked to see if Gracie had answered her text. She had, so Avery made a mental note to her coffee order. 

Avery’s fingers acted out of instinct, and she found herself looking up Samson on her phone. When no name popped up, she realized that she was about to text a man’s number that she didn’t even have—but a number she realized she desperately wanted. This made her blush to herself before she went and looked for Samson’s letter where she had started but not quite finished yet. She wanted to finish writing to him, but she didn’t want to keep Gracie waiting. 

“I’ll finish you tomorrow morning before work,” she promised to Samson as if he was right in front of her, then set the letter down on the kitchen island where she did most of her writing. 

Avery took her bag and headed out the door after she dressed. Today she was in a black t-shirt and pink skirt with fishnets. She had brought with her a dress or two for the club, though wondered if Gracie would make them go out shopping for some together. She secretly hoped not. 

There was a coffee shop near the bus stop that Avery often visited on the days she went grocery shopping. She went ahead and got their coffees and two burritos before making sure that they were wrapped up nicely in a bag and secured. Sometimes the roads in Mount Rageous were crazy fast and tossed you back and forth, and Avery didn’t want to start this day with coffee all over herself or her dresses. 

The ride took about fifteen minutes, and sure enough, the bus was fast, tossing Avery around in the back. Had she not needed to bring so much with her, she would have just skated and saved herself the aches and pains in her arms and legs. She pulled the brake for the bus driver when she neared the street that Gracie had texted her and then stood. When she exited the bus, she immediately texted Gracie, Hey I just got off the bus and I’m close. Do you think that you could step outside so I can see where you’re at?

There had been no response back immediately, though very did see the seen marker pop up under the text almost instantly. Her face was still buried in her phone when she heard someone call her name, “AVERY! I’M OVER HERE!”

Avery looked side to side but saw no one. All there were, was the apartments stretching down from both left and right. 

“I MEAN UP HERE!” 

Avery then looked up and saw Gracie standing on a fourth story balcony. She was waving her hand back and forth erratically while smiling. She cupped her mouth when she called out, “CUT THROUGH THE BUILDING IN THE CENTER AND I’LL MEET YOU DOWNSTAIRS!”

“Okay!” Avery called out but not nearly as loud as Gracie, so she wasn’t sure if her coworker had heard her. Gracie smiled anyway and disappeared back into her apartment. 

As she had been told, Avery cut through the center of the apartments, where there were stairs, and waited in case that was where she was supposed to be. Sure enough, she heard the loud tapping of frantic shoes before Gracie made an appearance. She was wearing shorts, a white hoodie that had rabbit ears coming off the top of it, and house slippers. It was strange to see her outside of her work uniform. 

“Good morning!” Gracie said excitingly, greeting Avery by kissing both her cheeks. It was a bit of a greeting that was too far into Avery’s bubble, but she didn’t voice that. Gracie immediately took the food out of her hands, making Avery’s load lighter. “We only have to go up one flight of stairs to the lobby, and then we can go into the elevator.”

Avery smiled and teased, “Thank god. You scared me for a moment when I saw you on the fourth floor. I’m on the third floor in my apartment, and our elevator breaks often.”

Gracie giggles, “You should move here then. The maintenance here is pretty fabulous!”

Avery thought to herself, If I could only afford it. Gracie and I work the same job, but she also has her boyfriend to help pitch in for rent…

“Oh shoot, I forgot to ask if your boyfriend wanted anything for breakfast.”

Gracie scoffed playfully and waved her hand, “Psh, don’t worry about him. He can fend for yourself. Thank you SO much for breakfast, it smells so good! Where did you get it?”

Avery followed Gracie up the stairs and to the elevator, “There’s this coffee shop kinda in the center of my apartments. It’s an amazing hang out place, and the food and coffee is—and don’t tell the boss—so much better than at the diner. I go there every other week, if not every week. It’s called the Truffle Tower ironically. Maybe the two of us can go together after work one day.”

“I would SO love that!” Gracie squeaked and pressed the button to the fourth floor, continuing to talk as the elevator went up, “My boyfriend is home but he won’t bother us. I told him to play video games all morning if he had to. I’m so excited to have a girls day out!” She tried not to jump while they were in the elevator, but once they stepped out she leaped for joy, unable to contain herself. 

This made Avery laugh and snort, “Are you SURE you need this coffee? You’re bouncing off the walls!” she teased.

Gracie was too pumped to stop bouncing, even as they made it to her door. There was a doormat in front that said, Only come in if you have my delivery. “Gods yes, I’ll need more bean juice if you want to keep this party in motion! Oh, here’s my place.” She unlocked the door and stepped inside. 

Upon stepping inside, Avery was greeted with an apartment that was luxurious compared to hers. The walls were light blue and the furniture had a gray, blue, or black modern tone to them. She could see the balcony with glass sliding doors, where Gracie had called out to her earlier. Avery almost gasped out loud. 

What Avery was almost greeted with was a tall male with dark blue hair and pale skin. He was wearing a hoodie and boxer briefs, and was also in the middle of eating cereal messily. 

“TROY! I TOLD YOU TO GET DRESSED, WE HAVE A GUEST OVER!” Gracie screamed and grabbed an orange off the counter, throwing it at him. 

Troy laughed and grabbed the orange with one hand, the other still wrapped around his bowl, “I’m not starving myself for you, woman! Fine, I’m going!” He took the orange and the bowl and disappeared into one of the rooms, closing the door. 

Gracie released a dramatic sigh, and for a moment she seemed to calm down, “Sorry about that. He doesn’t like to listen to the words I say!” She scoffs and takes Avery to her kitchen island. It was much longer and had a better countertop than Avery’s back at home. “Let’s eat here before I starve myself. Do you want anything back for breakfast?” she asked calmly as she took out the burrito box and the coffee labeled with her name. 

Avery returned the smile and shook her head, “No way. I asked because it’s a treat from me.” She took her own coffee and removed the protective top that prevented spills and dove it, “I forgot to ask what meat you wanted on your burrito, so I hope sausage was okay. I got bacon for myself in case you didn’t like it.”

“Sausage was a fine choice! Thank you again!”

As they ate, it was silent, but only for a moment before Gracie began to speak again, “I’m really excited to go clubbing tonight. I heard that there’s going to be something exciting going on at the Boom Box tonight. Have you seen it on the news?”

Avery tried not to pale. Luckily her pink skin never seemed to lose much color, “No. I guess I haven’t lately. What’s going on?”

“I’m not quite sure yet…But I heard that it’s going to be AMAZING! It’s a surprise but it’s being announced tonight. I’m thrilled you’re going. It gets lonely with two people, especially when the other person wants to go do something else. With you and my boyfriend, there will always be someone there! Have you been clubbing at the Boom Box before?”

Avery tried not to hesitate, but her words faltered for a moment, “Oh, yeah. Once or twice. But I haven’t since I started picking up evening and double shifts.”

Gracie pouted her bottom lip, “That sucks. I see you working your ass off all the time. You deserve some time to rest.”

Avery shrugged it off, “I guess I’m just trying to save up some extra money.”

“But aren’t you burnt out or something?”

“Yeah, a bit, but at least I’m getting numbers saved up in my bank account.” 

Gracie crossed her arms as she scoffed, “That won’t do you well, Avery! You’ll work yourself into a grave at this point. From now on, you and I are going to have some more girl time. Got it?”

Avery chuckled, not arguing with her coworker, though she worried that this wouldn’t work out. “Alright, alright. We’ll see how tonight goes, and go from there.”

Gracie agreed and then the two finished off their food. Avery went into the kitchen and washed the grease from her hands. “Where’s your trash?”

“It’s under the sink, but I’ve got it!” Gracie insisted and took their breakfast trash, throwing it away for them. “I see you brought some dresses. Can I see them?” she asked excitingly, 

“Sure, I wasn’t sure what to bring really. I don’t have many dresses, but I dug out a couple. It’s been a while since I wore them though.”

Avery pulled out three dresses. There was a silky black one that reached her knees, and a blue one that had a low V line with a window in the back as well. It was the third dress that caught Gracie’s attention, however—it was a neon pink latex dress. The color was the same as the pink strip in her hair. The moment that Avery lifted it, Gracie covered her mouth and gasped, “Oh my god, try that one on, I think that one’s perfect!”

Avery blushed and held the dress. She looked down at it. Indeed it had been a while since she had worn this particular dress. In fact, it was probably a year at most? The last time she had was when she was at a Velvet and Vene…a…a concert. Yeah. How could she have forgotten? She had the sudden urge to shove this dress into the toilet and flush it until it was gone, but she couldn’t let Gracie know that she was upset. Instead, she smiled and nodded, “Yeah, of course. Where’s your bathroom?”

Gracie pointed to a door to the left, “That one. While you’re getting dressed, I’m going to get my makeup out. I already know the perfect look for you!”

Avery disappeared into the bathroom and changed into the pink dress. She hesitated to look at herself in the mirror but smiled when she did. The dress still fit her perfectly. It was a tube top that reached her midthigh. It wasn’t too short or too long. It also didn’t squeeze her, which surprised her considering she worked in such a greasy place. Her neck looked exposed, however, so she wished she had grabbed some of her jewelry to help her not feel as naked. With some fishnets and her long black boots, her outfit would be complete! Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad wearing this dress again. 

Avery didn’t know what to expect when she stepped out of the bathroom. Gracie was seated on her couch and gasped the moment she saw her, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. “Oh. My. God. AVERY, YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!” She almost cried, “Do you have shoes to go with it?!”

“I have my knee-high black boots since they could go with any of the dresses, and I plan on wearing my fishnets. I was wondering if you had a spare necklace I could borrow? I totally forgot how exposed this dress makes me feel right here.” She touched her neck. 

“Girl, I was thinking the same THING! We’ll look for something before we leave okay? Now, tell me, which makeup style do you prefer…” Gracie motioned for Avery to sit down next to her. 

Together, the two spent the morning and afternoon prepping for the evening to come. They watched a show together, and when it was closer to time, Gracie did their makeup. Avery had a glittery pink eyeshadow along with some black that smudged all around her eye. She also had lip gloss that made her lips look sparkly but didn’t take away from the masterpiece that was her eyes. Gracie chose something more teal. Her outfit was a teal crop top and skirt that could have been one dress had Gracie not wanted to show off her midriff. She also wore teal makeup to match. Her top lip was black while her bottom was the same blue as her dress. The two looked ready for the club, and Avery felt ready for it too.

After a small fit between Gracie and Troy, the two were soon out the door. Gracie was glued to Avery’s side the entire time, hugging her arm, as Troy walked behind him. Gracie happily chatted the entire time, even through the bus trip to the Boom Box. 

Standing outside the Boom Box made Avery’s knees feel weak. Though the real nerves hit her the moment she passed the bouncer and stepped into the club. The lights blasted the colors of the rainbows and the combination of the others screaming along with music made it nearly impossible to hear Gracie despite the girl speaking directly into her ear.

Avery stood in the middle of the Boom Box now, but she recalled the familiar excitement she felt when she had gone to see Velvet and Veneer for the first time. She stood in the loud, crowded room now, but her mind was elsewhere, further away into the reaches of her memory. This brought Avery back so many months ago. Maybe even a year? Back when Rivers and her were rising to the top. Until they suddenly weren’t. Velvet and Veneer had hit the charts and hit them hard enough that it nearly knocked River off the charts. Avery believed that was the reason Rivers turned on her—when she realized Avery didn’t want to do more to rise back to the top. That’s why Rivers had stolen her work.

Staring at the stage, she saw Veneer and Velvet performing. She really did feel like she was living a sweet dream listening to them. 

Avery was at the front of the crowd, her hands in the air reaching for the popstars. She was in the VIP crowd, screaming in pure joy. She swore Veneer turned toward her and winked, making her feel butterflies in her stomach and a blush in her cheeks. This was pure bliss, she had noticed him!

Sweet Dreams continued to play through the club, and even with the crowd joining in on the fun of singing, the twin’s voices carried the most. Velvet’s voice rang the loudest, and Avery wished that she could hear Veneer more. He was her favorite out of the two, though she never would admit it out loud since everyone else seemed to be Velvet fans.  

“Alright, Mount Rageons!” Velvet held the microphone to her lips, her voice blaring over the music as it died down, “We’re so appreciative of our fans that we decided to give you all a gift. From us!” She grabbed some shirts and started to throw some out into the crowd. When someone caught the shirt, the fan screamed loudly. 

When Veneer grabbed t-shirts of his own, that’s why Avery’s stomach dropped. She screamed as loud as she could and threw her hands into the air, trying to reach as far into the air as she could. For a moment, she swore he looked at her, flashing a charming smile her way. She wasn’t imagining it. They made eye contact. Veneer took one of the shirts and tossed them her way. Avery nearly climbed over the crowd to catch it. Some people tugged on it, but she refused to let it go. She threw it over her body before anyone could snatch it from her. The shirt was a fluorescent neon green, which glowed in the dark. It was completely unique! Holding it and wearing it almost made her cry. She pulled it over her pink dress and hugged it tight.

“I LOVE YOU VENEER!!” She screamed, cheering for her favorite idol. 

Veneer winked, “I love you too!”

Avery nearly fainted on the spot. He noticed her!

Velvet took the front again, her brother falling behind as always. She looked over to the crowd as if they were her puppets and called out, “Whoever caught the t-shirts get backstage passes to meet my brother and me PERSONALLY! We look forward to seeing you all!” She blew kisses to the crowd, “Goodnight everyone!”

Avery’s jaw fell open, and her knees became weak. She was about to faint for real. Holding onto that shirt felt more like a priority than anything. She couldn’t let anyone steal it from her! She pushed through the crowd and found the twin’s bodyguards, who were intimidating. 

“I…I have a pass.” She pointed to her shirt nervously. Her heart was beating faster the more she thought of the two, but specifically Veneer.

The guards leaned in closer and observed the shirt closer before they parted the way, allowing Avery to squeeze past her. One of the guards followed her down the hallway. 

“To the door to the left,” he said from behind her, making her jump. The closer she came to the door, and soon her hand was on it. She was about to meet the people who inspired her the most…

Avery snapped out of it. She had been so out of it that she didn’t remember where she was or what she was going. Something felt wrong. When Avery looked up to the stage, she noticed her. A beautiful woman with a sparkling blue dress and pure white hair that touched her waist. Rebel Rivers. She was on the stage with small creatures on her shoulders. They were Trolls…? 

Everyone quieted for Rivers as she called out to the crowd, “Brozone and I are happy to announce our collaboration and celebration of smaller artists with our Battle of the Bands! Brozone and I will open with some banging music before we ourselves will become judges. MAKE SURE TO COME BACK NEXT MONTH AND SIGN UP STARTING TODAY! The first ten people to sign up get autographs from Brozone and me! Cheers, my loves!” She blew a kiss to the crowd, and everyone screamed their approval. 

Everyone except Avery. 

This had been what Gracie was talking about earlier in the day. A special announcement. 

Avery felt as though she was about to cry. She couldn’t breathe. Remembering everything upset her, and now Rivers was in the same room as her. When Gracie was preoccupied with her boyfriend, she slipped out of the Boom Box, her legs heavy as she dragged them. The wind felt cold against her cheeks as she cried to herself. She shouldn’t have come tonight. 

#veneer and velvet #velvet and veneer #veneer trolls #trolls veneer #velvet trolls #trolls velvet #veneer x oc #veneer x reader #veneer fanfiction #trolls fanfiction #trolls3 #trolls band together #trolls fanart #trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls 3 #trolls movie #art #fanart #artist #digital art #illustration #my art #oc #oc art #vidjauser-fable

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Blaming me for sending an ask and now I have to, lol

What about Sukuna x transmasc Cinderellaesque reader? 👀 Just to feed the fans

To be fair You were a good candidate heheh

But! I digress.

I see your request, and I prepare your food~

Title: Cinderella Style

Characters: Sukuna x transmasc!Reader

Contains: Cinderellaesque plot, make out, alcohol mention, reader self doubt, good ending

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

Reblogs > likes

You almost didn't recognize the man in the mirror, and it gave you a rush.

The outfit wasn't anything spectacular, but it ticked all the right boxes. The clothes shaped your body just right, and your hair was styled just how you liked it. Now that you had moved out , you were able to dress and present just how you wanted, and it was liberating. Your friend especially was one to thank, as this party was partially a reason for you to dress how you wanted as an experiment.

Speaking of your friend, you checked the text from them, double checking the time of the party and comparing it to the time on your watch. You were early, but thought that wouldn't be an issue and saw yourself out.

---

Fear.

Standing at the house, fear coursed through your body. What if someone saw through you? What if someone called you out? What if this whole party was some sort of fake out? What if--

"Hey!"

Your friend's voice shook you from your thoughts as they ran up to you. You had known better than to think anything like that of them, but you couldn't help that fear that wanted to settle in.

"H-Hey!"

"So! You ready for a little fun?" Your friend nudged your arm with their elbow, their excitement on their sleeve. "Excited to be the real you?"

"W-Well..." You gently rubbed your arm wanting to let out your feelings, wanting to turn tail and hide. No one was here yet, so it's not like you'd be the center of attention, but the feelings still lingered.

Your friend was able to see the worry that radiated from you and gently put an arm around your shoulders. "Listen. If anyone gives you hell, find me, okay?"

You were always thankful for this friend. They've had your back for as long as you could remember. Feeling the fear start to fade off, you gave them a small nod. "Y-Yeah, I will."

---

An hour into the party finally starting, and you were a free spirit, conversing with people here and there, luckily no thanks to the alcohol going around. Thankfully there were waters and sodas about, so you helped yourself to those as you finally got comfortable.

At the moment, you had found yourself in conversation between three other men: a white haired guy with sunglasses, a guy with his black hair in a half ponytail, and a male with pink spiked hair and forearm tattoos. This group of four soon became a group of two as the guys with the black and white hair left the conversation when a woman with long brown hair pulled them aside.

"Oh, hey, never did catch your name," you noted to the remaining male, who never spoke during the group as the other two took up most of the time.

"Mm?" He had a cup to his lips, swallowing down the contents before answering. "Mm. Sukuna. You?"

You gave your name as you noted his. "So...how do you know my friend?"

"Ah, the host? I don't. I got dragged here with a few others who do know them, but why complain when there's free food and drink? The handsome company is a bonus...~"

His voice was deep and velvety, and while you weren't drinking, you wished you were so you can blame whatever heat was on your face from his voice alone. But joined in with how he looked, the compliment, and his gaze downward at you? It had you weak.

Alright, settle down. It's fine, you're fine. He's pretty hot, he thinks you're hot...shoot the shot!

You didn't have a plan if someone started to hit on you, but you didn't want to leave the party chickening out of anything, so you took a chance.

"Had I known you'd be around, I'd have brought extra ice for my drink."

...No that was stupid, definitely stupid.

But, Sukuna appeared to disagree, and he couldn't help but chuckle at your response. So...It had to have worked, right?

"Is that so?" he asked, leaning a bit closer to you. Your heart hammered by the closeness, but you didn't feel scared anymore. You felt excited.

After what felt like an eternity of silence between you, Sukuna turned his attention to something else for a moment before returning his eyes back to you.

"Hey, can I lead you somewhere?"

You almost didn't hear him, but the question still registered. As long as you didn't leave the house, you didn't mind following him.

With your consent, Sukuna took your hand and led you through the crowd of people. Both your drinks were left forgotton on different pieces of furninture as you walked. Before you realized it, Sukuna had pulled you two into a small closet, granting you some privacy.

"Still good?"

His voice was a surprise amid the darkness, your eyes slowly adjusting. Your heart continued to thwump away, both excited and nervous for what was to come. You were no dummy, though. This felt like a classic cliche party trope, and your brain and heart were all for it.

"Y-Yeah! Yeah still good."

"Heh. Good. Now, you're free to stop me at any time, okay?"

Still not being able to see, you were about to question him when his lips met yours. Throwing caution to the wind, you returned the kiss, arms wrapping around the larger male. You could feel his own arms around you, his strength making you feel weak.

Nothing more progressed from this event; it was merely a heated make out, one that currently made your mind a hazy mess. Hands touched clothes, hair. Jackets were soon discarded to the side. Grunts, groans, and moans filled the air that held muffled music. You almost wouldn't have minded if it progressed.

Until Sukuna's hand traveled up your shirt from the side, touching a forgotten piece of fabric by your chest. You felt his motions stutter for a moment, but your mind was already in flight mode.

Pulling away from the kiss, you tried to stammer out a response, but your mind wouldn't process. Instead you pushed yourself away, heading to the door. Sukuna grabbed your wrist, but without missing a beat, you shook him free, bolting from the closet, and ultimately, out from the party.

---

It had been a couple days since that party. You were a mental mess, but it had somewhat subsided as the time went on. Your friend tried reaching out, but you insisted you needed alone time. Really, you just wanted to forget everything that happened.

Only you wouldn't be so lucky as a knock rattled your door one night.

Opening the door, you were greeted to a familiar figure: pink spiked hair, tall, and tattoos on the forearm.

"Uh...hello," was all you could mutter.

"Hey, I'm looking for (y/n)? I was told he lived here." His voice sounded the same, even sounding a hint hopeful, though it didn't seem like he recognized you right away, given you didn't appear the same way. It was mainly the baggy clothes and posture that separated you from his memory of you.

You could send him on his way or try to explain everything. You were about to open your mouth when he continued on.

"Sorry for bothering. It's just he left his jacket at a party, and I wanted to return it." That being said, he held up the item, your very jacket that you hadn't realized you left at the party.

"I left that over there?" It left you before you could stop yourself.

Sukuna quirked a brow. "You're (y/n)?"

You hesitated for a moment. "Y-Yeah. Sorry. It's...complicated."

Extending his arm and handing the jacket over, Sukuna replied. "Don't worry. You don't have to see me again if you don't want to."

"N-No no it's not that." You took the jacket, fidgeting with it in your arms. "I mean...It wasn't you. I promise. It was me. See I...I'm kinda..." You cursed yourself, unable to find the words to explain it.

"Hey, no worries, okay?" You were surprised to hear how calm he was about this. "Whatever it is, if you don't want to talk about it or...hell, can't, then don't. It's none of my business."

His words weren't in a way that was like "I really don't care," but in a way that showed he would wait if needed, or rather if he stayed in your life. It was your decision to address, and he knew he had no right to need an explanation until you were ready.

It was the first time anyone had shown this kind of care to you, an action you were thankful for.

"Although...I wouldn't mind getting coffee with you. Down the street?"

Processing his words, you gave a delayed nod. "S-Sure! I mean, yeah, I wouldn't mind. Maybe next week? If you're not busy."

Giving you a relieved smile, he replied, "Yeah. Sounds good. I'll see you then. Noon?"

"Noon."

#kaisers house of desires #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #jujutsu kaisen #x trans male reader #x transmasc reader #x trans reader #sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #jjk sukuna #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna ryomen #jujutsu kaisen sukuna

[maleyanderecafe]

The Script (Webcomic)

Created by: 0netwozer0 / NINA

Genre: Josei/Supernatural

The Script reminds me a lot of Dreaming Freedom but in all the good ways. Good story and characters, a white haired almost dog like male lead who is very interested in the main character, a cool female lead... The story for this webcomic is very unique as it revolves around the use of curses and scripts and is generally pretty unique in terms of world building. Still, if I had a nickle for every white haired yandere boy with abandonment issues and a cool female lead...

The story is about Yeju, a girl who can see script- curses that are written on others that people can't see. She and her brother Dokyung at a young age were visited by someone in a dream, which afterwards they were able to see the "scripts" on people. Trying to be good people and following in the footsteps on their parents, the two of them try to undo as many scripts as they can. Yeju also adopts a white cat during this time, but unfortunately he leaves, leaving her feeling abandoned. Unfortunately, this comes to ahead when one day they are cursed by a powerful Shaman that turns her brother into Yeju's shadow during the night. She travels to meet the Guardian of the South to try to undo the curse, only to learn that the only way to get rid of the curse is to kill the shaman Kihaw Kwon. Yeju eventually becomes the Guardian of the South after her death, and meets Heewu, who tries to steal the tiger blades, the weapons fable to be one of the only things to kill a Shaman. Heewu seems enamored by Yeju, claims to also want to kill Kihaw Kwon and is the next heir to the tiger clan, one of the different clans that are adept in shapeshifting and scripts. Yeju continues her duties (or I guess refusing her duties) on the mountain as she tries to figure out what to do while they recount how difficult their life is, especially for Dokyung who is forced to become a shadow at night. Despite Yeju's attempts to stay away from Heewu, he persistently tries to get near Yeju, at least until he goes up to the mountain to meet Yeju. Yeju ends up subduing Heewu for trespassing and ties him up. Heewu reveals that he is the cat that Yeju took care of when she was younger, as well as his backstory. He was raised in the Tiger Clan happily until his father died, leading to his mother taking over and training him brutally. He ended up running away and living with Yeju but was forcefully taken away from her before she could say goodbye. Now that he's back, the two of them get into a relationship, and we also see Yeju's part of the curse, that she can't get rid of curses anymore but only take them onto her own body, something that she's able to ask Heewu to help with. All seems well and good until the Tiger Clan attacks (haha, see what I did there) her mountain in an attempt to take back Heewu. Yeju makes Heewu go back, as she feels its selfish to keep with him.

We also get a backstory on Kihaw Kwon and more insight into how Yeju got her powers in the first place. Kwon took in a disciple that was prophesized to grow stronger and more powerful than she was, as even from a young age, the disciple would be able to undo scripts that were difficult for even the strongest of shamen. Jealous of this, Kihaw ended up cursing her disciple, and ended up cursing Yeju and Dokyung because they were able to undo her curses.

As a warning, I will probably end up comparing The Script and Dreaming Freedom a lot not because I think they're the same but because I read them almost back to back and can't unsee the similarities. Again, they are both their own stories with their own art styles, but I can't really unsee the similarities between them.

I really like The Script's world building. The idea of having words written on someone as a curse is a fun idea, along with the ghosts and other things going on makes it a pretty spiritual feeling as you read it. I do wish they had more scenes of them going out and doing more of undoing scripts, but it's understandable given what Yeju's curse entails.

Yeju as a protagonist is pretty strong, both in terms of power and just in personality. While she seems more standoffish and a bit cruel initially, we do find out why she has to be this way, as it also affects her own health if she were to do her job. She's prideful, but she slowly learns to lean against Heewu and have others help her. Much like Jeongmin though, it does turn out that their yandere keeps a lot of secrets from them, though is also willing to use him if needs be in situations. She is pretty cool and she's doing her best, though if she will be able to kill Kihaw Kwon only time can tell. As much as it's nice to see Heewu and Yeju's relationship, I do wish they spent more time on her other relationships with the people she must take care of on the mountain, especially her brother Dokyung- which while they establish the hardships they had in the beginning- kind of takes a backseat. It's kind of unfortunate though because it would be nice to see a strong sibling relationship (at least I think it would be because I love good sibling relationships) since while establishing Heewu and Yeju's relationship, they kind of just throw the others to the wayside. Hopefully in the future, it will also focus on the other characters and Yeju's relationship because it feels a bit lacking.

Heewu as a yandere seems initially really suspicious to both the audience and Yeju, but it's clear that he has extremely strong devotion towards her. Heewu has had a pretty bad life since his father died, with his mother training him in harsh conditions to be the next head of the Tigers. He gains a strong devotion towards Yeju when she saves him as a tiger cub and comes to protect her when he grows up. He's willing to do whatever Yeju wants him to do, including keeping him in the mountains and even inscribing her name onto him, causing great pain when interacting with other Tiger members. He's strong enough to break free and does, but still feigns being captured just to stay by her side. Much like Siyoon, he has a more powerful presence in a lot of ways but decides to devote himself to his love, though in this case, it's also tied in with his vengeance against the family and not wanting to go back. The two of them develop a relationship rather fast in my opinion, though I suppose considering that Yeju was able to become more vulnerable with Heewu, it was a good development. He basically killed about 100 people in the clan to prove he's a suitable heir just so he could see Yeju again, so if that isn't devoting than I don't know what is. He has a bit of a playful personality as well, though really wants to have Yeju's attention much like a dog (and much like Siyoo- sorry I can't stop comparing them I'm not doing it on purpose). There are also some minor moments where he does get jealous when she's talking to another guy (as per usual in these yandere genres), but the story itself proves his strong devotion and love towards Yeju.

I do kind of wish they expanded more on the script system and the more spiritual world. They talk a lot about the different shapeshifting tribes and mention that ghosts/spirits do exist (and are fed/bribed a special type of candy for information) but doesn't explain really why they end up being ghosts in the first place. I do like learning about Kihaw Kwon's past though- how her jealousy towards her own disciple caused the events of this story to occur and why she ended up cursing Yeju and her brother as well.

That being said, The Script is a very good story and I really enjoyed it. The main and yandere characters have good chemistry with each other and it's nice to have a unique concept for a story that really gives a sense of it's world. If you enjoyed Dreaming Freedom, you'll likely enjoy this one as well.

#The Script #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #webcomic #ongoing

[soft-for-them]

As warm as a dead man can be - The Captain x male reader

Summary: A small look into the life of you and the Captain.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: One of my favourite gay Ben Willbond characters, which there's a lot of...

It took a few decades to get over your own death, to come to terms with the fact that you’re forever stuck in the same house where you died, giant bleeding gash in your abdomen and outfit never changing.

Though through all it he’s been there.

At first he’d check in on you, minding not to stand too close, his posture stiff but his eyes shaped like hearts. He would watch on as you entertained Kitty, the young woman becoming a sister to you, his heart swelling with pure love he hadn’t felt since Havers, his hands itching to be held.

Then the check ins evolved into him sitting next to you whilst you stared off into space, the early nineties being the hardest for you because the sudden realisation that you’d never age another year age had dawned upon you. He’d sit close, sometime he’d tell a story to quell your nerves, other times he’d allow you to talk about the seventies and the hippy movement, about passed lovers, how for just a moment you felt a part of something bigger. However, one day when the skies cried out heavy thunderous rain, the other ghosts hidden away and quiet, you had flung your arms around him in the tightest hug.

Those hugs became frequent when eyes weren’t watching, your fingers always touching him when you walked passed and you'd always aligning the lapels of his uniform just to be close.

The Captain likes that you’re a very touchy person. Maybe it’s because he can't touch anything else with his hands, that the only thing that he can feel are the cold dead skin of the other ghosts.

The Captain loves to watch you dance with Kitty, the young woman always begging you to teach her disco dance moves, either that or she’s dragging you about the house like a hyper little child pointing at everything like she’s never seen it before. Just imagine the sight, you dressed in your flared jeans, cowboy boots and white shirt (not minding the blood stains) being twirled around by Kitty, your eyes catching the Captain’s with every spin, a giant smile on your face.

You’d get the courage to steal kisses from him years later. The first time it happened it must have been two thousand and four in late afternoon, you both were sitting outside watching the clouds in silence when all the sudden you leaned over, peck him on the cheek followed by fleeing.

The Captain had sat in the same place red faced for a half hour before Fanny came around disturbing the peace.

That very same day the Captain had the courage to ask for another kiss, for he was too shy to do it himself, which you did. Then you did it again. And again, and- well you get the picture.

His hands are as warm as a dead man could be, his fingers intertwined with yours as you relax in a quiet corner of the house. His jacket if off, though he can’t go far without it for it is a part of what he died in. Your hands are warm and so connected to his that they refuse to let go.

Pat would have described your hands like a stubborn knot that could only be untied by the best of knot tiers.

Your face leans on the Captain shoulder, his cheek pressed in the short crop of your hair, the seventies style jostled by the occasional kiss.

The radio plays in the background, radio four playing for it’s the best compromise between your music tastes, the long talking of the presenters lulling in the background almost like the two of you have left Button house and are sat in a nice café or park.

“It’s a nice day today.” you say as your eyes trail to the small window overlooking the large back garden, the radio mixed with the birds songs calming you down from morning filled with disorganised chaos and too many dead bodies.

“It is indeed.” he replies as you nestle into his shoulder some more.

“My Captain how I wish to stay like this forever.” you whisper as you take you other hand and cup his face, your fingers moving across his jaw.

The Captain happily hums almost like a purr, a thing he only really does around you, his body sinking closer to yours.

“Let’s stay here until the sun sets and everyone lays down to sleep.” you carry on.

“I would stay here forever if it was here with you.” Captain whispers, his voice so quiet that you almost miss it.

You smile and snuggle closer, the sun yet to set.

#not proof read #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts x reader #ghost x reader #the captain #bbc ghosts the captain #the captain x reader #male reader #x male reader

[blues824]

Greetings! Here's some milk and cookies 🍪🥛, but for my request can I have the obey me side characters with Frankenstein reader from Noblesse?

Frankenstein is the most powerful human to ever exist and is Raizel's devoted servant. He made a contract with the Noblesse in the past and avoids the noble leaders but supports Raizel wholeheartedly, addressing Raizel as his "Master". After Raizel's apparent "disappearance" and betrayal at the hands of ex noble leaders, he had tried searching for his master to no avail. Frankenstein even left the Nobles and went into hiding to search for Raizel because he had suspicions that there could be a possibility that one or more of the Nobles contributed to his master's disappearance.

Frankenstein is also the principal and director of Ye Ran High School. He established the school hoping that some day his master would return and wished to provide a place where his master could lead a normal life. He was stunned to find Raizel in his school office after Raizel had woken up from 820 years of slumber, dressed in the school uniform.

Now, Frankenstein fights not only for his Master but also for everyone who is under his protection. Frankenstein shows concern for his Master when Raizel uses too much power or removes the seal that restrains the immense power of his "Soul Weapon". This worry is due to the opinion previously stated by Frankenstein that Raizel's body hasn't recovered even though he went into an extensive hibernation. Frankenstein worries a lot about his Master. He trains very hard to become stronger to prevent Raizel from using his power.

Frankenstein, like his Master Raizel, is very handsome and elegant. He is tall and has shoulder-length silky blond hair, with bright blue eyes and a cheerful smile. When he becomes overly boisterous, his aura changes and he sports a sadistic grin with an equally sadistic personality to match. He is regularly dressed in formal attire but has been seen to switch to a more casual style when at home. He wears glasses when performing his duties as Chairman of the school and has also been seen wearing monocles during flashbacks of him carrying out his research work hundreds of years ago

Maybe if you could add in like some feelings catching if you don't mind

Since gender wasn’t specified, I decided to keep it gender-neutral but more targeted towards a male reader. Also, I tend to stray away from physical appearances like blonde hair, blue eyes, etc. Reader is still handsome and elegant though.

Diavolo

Since your master was absent, you felt as though you needed someone to be loyal to, so why not pledge your undying loyalty to the Prince of the Devildom? Of course, this is in a different manner because you're pledging your loyalty as his significant other rather than as a servant.

Aside from Barbatos, you were his voice of reason. You understood when Diavolo had to cancel date plans because he had too much paperwork to be doing, and you often switched the date up to you two spending time together filling out the paperwork.

Because of your experience with running a school, you often gave suggestions to Diavolo on how to make things run smoother. You would have thought that the entire system was flipped upside down by how many changes you implemented.

Barbatos

You two truly understood each other because you both were advisors for Diavolo who acted on the behalf of RAD. In that, you both really got to understand each other. Working for the heir to the throne could be exhausting, and Barbatos is continually impressed as you prove to be efficient in your work even though you were human.

When you both started going out, dates were very rare and in-between because you were both so busy. However, your boss could see the tension between you and forced you both to take a day off to go on a date. You both had a lot of fun… if you know what I mean…

Anyways, the butler often is surprised at how well you offer knowledge not just as an advisor to Diavolo, but also as a friend. You both have been around for a while, but sometimes he even goes to seek your council on certain subjects.

Solomon

He has seen you in the human realm, and he is impressed by your abilities and dedication to serving Diavolo. However, there were a few times where he wanted to spend time with you but you declined and said that you were too busy. 

Eventually, he just takes you by the hand and leads you to a meadow where a picnic was set up. Solomon had let the Royals know what happened to you, and he had to tell you that it was fine to take a break every once in a while.

You were actually a big help in the whole student exchange program, even though you were one of the humans picked. Since this was a testing phase of the program, you played a huge part not only as a guinea pig, but also the one who formulates the questions on how it could do better. Solomon often helps you do this because he, too, is an exchange student.

Simeon

Up in the Celestial Realm, you were a big topic of debate. You were one of the strongest humans alive, and you could possibly pose a threat to the other Realms. However, Simeon only saw the good side. He finally understood Lilith and her actions, because he was in love.

When in the exchange program, he finds it hard to talk to you not just because he’s nervous but because you were a busybody. Your dedication to Diavolo was admirable, but also quite frustrating as he just wanted to spend time with his favorite human.

He often tries to help you in your work, and this doesn’t stop when you are together either. He always tries to lessen your workload. On another note, as he’s writing the next few volumes of TSL, he incorporates a character that was exactly like you.

#obey me #obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me shall we date x reader #lord diavolo #lord diavolo x reader #om! diavolo #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #obey me barbatos x reader #om! barbatos #barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos #barbatos #obey me solomon x reader #solomon obey me #solomon x reader #solomon #obey me solomon #obey me simeon x reader #obey me simeon #simeon x reader #simeon

[ohtobeleah]

Enterprise // Jake Seresin

Chapter Four: Rat in the Ranks

Summary: There’s a rat in Jake Seresins Ranks and you’re sure of it. After coming to after a home job stitch job done by Bob Floyd—you stumble upon a plot that goes deeper than you know.

Warnings: SMUT! Unprotected sex, lewd language. Jake Seresin x Female Reader. Male x Female fighting sequence. Major character death. (Sorry not Sorry)

Word Count: 5.3k

Author Note: I’ll probably Try get another chapter out for Sunday, but please don’t quote me darlings I have a busy week. Also: tumblr still hasn’t fixed that bug with read more on the app—just an FYI

Masterlist | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four |

Rain. Without it the world would surely shrivel up like a prune. That’s what his father told him as a child when Jake had complained about not being able to play outside. 

Jake hated when it rained, he could hear the gentle sound of rainfall falling outside the slightly ajar window and with every droplet that smacked against the window itself? He was reminded of how much time had passed him by that he’d been sitting in Bob Floyd’s spare bedroom watching you sleep. 

Jake wanted you to be able to smell it though —it had been something he remembered you mentioning once when you’d come over with your father for one of their monthly meetings. You’d complained about how muggy it was, that the humidity lingering in the air was messing up your hair. But the smell had been delightful. The smell of rain was something you wished you could bottle up and sell for a pretty penny. It was and always would be one of your favourite things. 

The smell of rain. 

Your eyelids were heavy as they fluttered open, Jake quickly turned his gaze from the window he’d been staring out of back to you, watching as you came to after what felt like a million years in a deep sleep. He watched reluctantly as you tried rolling over in the white bed linen you found yourself entangled in. A small groan escaped from your parked lips as you frowned, frustrated that you were waking up. You hadn’t noticed Jake Seresin sitting in the corner of the room. 

“No–” You grumbled. Twisting as you sighed and tried to find a comfortable position once again. All was right with the world until you felt a sharp radiating pain shoot through your left shoulder as you applied pressure to rest up on your elbows to look around the bedroom you were unfamiliar with. “Ah fuck–what the hell?” You hissed out, cupping your shoulder as you sat up and doubled over. “Fuck—“ 

Looking down, you were clad in a spaghetti strap nightgown which stopped just above the middle of your thigh, it definitely wasn't something you owned. You were more of a neutral tone, black and white kind of gal. Baby pink wasn’t your style, not that you had anything against the colour in general–it just definitely wasn't yours. 

The nightwear was accompanied by a bandage which wrapped around your shoulder and the upper part of your chest, holding what felt like thick padding against a wound. Sitting up you could feel tears threatening to spill over from the pain, but quickly wiped them away, reminding yourself who you were. 

“Stop moving around so much you’ll pop your stitches.” Before you could untangle yourself from the mess on sheets a gruff voice was coming from the other side of the room. Jake Seresin had been sitting at the cream coloured armchair in the corner in a small study nook set up nice and neat. Just a pair of grey sweats hanging low on his hips. “Bob does a good job but it’s not bulletproof—“ Jake paused, the corner of his lip twitching at his own joke. “And as it turns out, neither are you Widow.” 

His eyes were bloodshot and heavy as Jake slowly stood from the place he’d been perched in for what felt like years. Just watching you sleep, like you were his responsibility to watch over. Your eyes never left Jake's exposed torso as you watched him, almost believing you were dreaming when he came to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. 

“You look like ass.” Jake teased as you scoffed at him softly, smacking the palm of your hand into his sternum as he playfully let out a fake groan. “Guess you still pack a punch.” 

“You’re here?” You questioned with a frown. “I thought for sure you would have dropped me off somewhere and run for the hills—“ All Jake did in response was kiss your forehead softly. 

“And miss listening to you drown on about how I got you shot? Please—I wouldn’t miss that attitude for love nor money, Widow.” Jake Seresin and the act of simple niceties didn’t usually coexist in the same realm of possibility let alone in the same universe, but as he sat with you, just being in your presence, you felt the need to see just how far you could push your luck. “How’s the shoulder feeling?”

“Almost as bad as you’re looking.” You gestured for Jake to lay down beside you. “When’s the last time you slept Capo?” The corner of his mouth curled upwards into a slight grin before letting out a tiny sigh. He couldn’t remember. 

“No rest for the wicked kid.” Jake answered back before entangling himself in the sheets behind you, wrapping you in his strong arms as you turned away from him, feeling Jake pull you close and flush to his chest while being careful not to hurt your injured shoulder which Bob had only hours ago stitched up and wrapped. 

“Where are we, this isn’t your room? And it certainly isn’t mine.” You asked softly as Jake traced unidentifiable shapes into your lower back. Trailing kisses across parts of your shoulder that weren’t covered in Bob's bandage work. 

“Bob’s guest room, Coyote called as we were driving back to mine, said some of Bradshaw's men were waiting ambush style. Told us to get the hell outta dodge before something serious went down.” Jake's voice was low and raspy, his heartbeat steady as he held his girl against his chest. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you like I promised I would.” You only thought for a moment as to why Coyote would be at Jake's house to begin with, why was he there if Jake wasn't home? but as Jake held you tighter than he ever had before, more intimately than ever before—you quickly discarded the thought. 

“Don’t apologise, apologies only show weakness and weakness is what gets you killed Hangman.” You slowly turned in Jake's arms, manoeuvring yourself on top of him as you laid between his thighs. Curling your nail around the Death Adder tattoo he wore with such pride. “Besides, if Rooster really wanted me dead he wouldn’t have logged a slug in my shoulder, he would’ve put it somewhere where more damage could be done, it was a warning.” Jake’'s hands coaxed your nighty up your legs as his hands fell softly against your exposed ass cheeks, fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips ever so slightly as you looked into his deep emerald green eyes. “He wants a war? He’ll get one, but he won't be happy with how it ends.” 

Jake, although still coming down from the adrenaline that flooded his system at the thought of losing you, still loved the way you held your head high with pride and dignity. You were young and a force to be reckoned with. You were nothing but capable of taking on Bradley Bradshaw, Jake was only there to remind you of that. 

“I was really worried you were gone” Jake admitted softly. “For a moment there I really had thought that I’d failed you.” You could have melted on the spot if Jake had been any more teeth rottenly sweet. His finger turned trailing up your back to leave goosebumps all over your skin. “That I’d lost you.” 

You couldn’t help but to smirk, chuckling softly as your lips turned upright into a cheeky grin. 

“There’s absolutely no way in hell I’d leave you to take over all of Fitzroy, you can’t get rid of me that easy Seresin.” Jake groaned as he lifted you upwards on his body, now straddling his waist you dropped the spaghetti straps off your shoulders one after the other, exposing your tits to a wide-eyed Jake. 

“Holy—“ The bandage covered just above your left tit, all was on display above him as the nighty pooled at her stomach. “You’re the most precious thing aren’t you.” Jake didn’t expect you to reply, he was talking aloud to himself. Realising that he’d truly told you how beautiful he thought you were. So intelligent and interesting he found you to be, although he knew a dark side lurked right around the corner. Like Jekyll and Hyde.

“You know” you leaned over, biting your bottom lip before rubbing your nose against Jakes. “We never did seal the deal?” You sucked Jake's bottom lips between yours as Jake’s hands gripped your ass firmly with both hands. “I reckon we do that, right—“ You kissed Jake quickly. “This.” Again, you kissed him, this time longer as you moved your hips slightly to feel the erection straining against the sweats Jake wore. “Second.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Jake confessed through a whisper. He’d never been a praying man, but as he held your bloodied body in his arms in the back of Bob Floyd’s Jeep, Jake secretly told whatever God was listening that he’d trade it all in tomorrow if you lived. If they didn’t take you away from him. If they let you live long enough to maybe get that life you longed for—the simple one you always wanted. 

“Who said I don’t want to be hurt?” You said with enough conviction that it made Jake twitch in his sweats before you started to grind your hips over Jake’s growing bulge, his hand coming to squeeze against your right ass cheek earning him a moan from you in response as you worked yourself over him. “Wanna fuck you Jake, slow and deep.” You begged before attaching your lips to his collarbone, sucking round purple marks against the sensitive skin as you trailed down along his chest. 

Jake's thumbs dipped into the waistband of his sweats and boxer briefs to pull them down as you lifted yourself momentarily before going right back to business, grinding on top of Jake while marking your territory. Claiming Jake as your own. 

“Fuck need to feel you, pretty girl, you know I love feeling your tight little cunt around me.” Jake's hand slapped against your ass as you gripped his cock and teased your entrance with his tip. “I’m only letting you be on top because you’re injured, in any other circumstance you know I’d have you face down ass up just how I like you.” Jake confessed as you sunk down onto his throbbing cock. “Widow—fuckk—“ Taking Jake slowly till he bottomed out, a snug fit as he felt you clench around the bottom of his shaft. “Uh— fuck Y/n!”

“Don’t pity me now Hangman, I’m on top because I’m the Queen of Fitzroy.” You reminded Jake before starting your assault, bouncing up and down as his cock slid easily inside you, dripping arousal around him, making the walls of his length irresistibly slippery. “D-don't even t-try to deny you love the sight of me on top of you.” You were grinding yourself in figure eight motions down on Jake in between bounces, feeling him so deep inside you.

“Fuckk— come er.” Jake groaned, pulled you down so your chest was flat against his, his knees coming to bend upwards as his hips left the bed, thrusting hard into you as harsh gasps left your slacked open mouth as Jake took over completely. “Oh god Y/n, baby you feel so fucking good, such a pretty cunt.” 

“Oh god! Ahh, Jake yess! Harder! Don’t f-fuckin stop Uhhh—“ Jakes pace got faster and harder, the sound of his balls slapping against the curve of your ass cheeks echoed off the walls in between the sounds of your mixedmoans and whimpers. “Jake—“ 

“What’s my name?” Jake questioned out of breath before slapping his hand hard against the flesh of your supple and sensitive ass. “Come on Widow what’s my fucking name baby.” Jake didn’t slow down as he twisted his hand up into your hair to pull your head back slightly, exposing your neck so he could ravage it. “Say. It.” 

“Uh Jake!” You screamed before another slap came down against the already raw mark. Jake showed no mercy as he fucked you rough and needy like. Using your body to get himself off. 

“Wrong answer!” He hissed before picking up the speed of his thrust a little faster. Your hand came to wrap around his neck, applying minimal pressure as you could barely focus on anything but wanting to cum as you looked him in the eyes with a mixture of lust and love.

If it had been any other woman roaming planet earth right, Jake ‘The Hangman’ Seresin would have put a bullet in between their eyes if they had wrapped their hand around his throat the way you did. 

But because it was you, Jake allowed it. 

“Ahh— Hangman” Whimpering as you grew closer to your orgasm, your felt the coil in your stomach winding to a point beyond return as the feeling of euphoria came over you, one of Jake's thumbs can to quickly slide along your bottom lip, collecting your own spit before going down to run circles against your clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—“ 

“That’s right, pretty girl, I’m The Hangman and you're mine, all fucking mine—so show me how the Hangman makes your cum.” Jakes orders sent you hurtling straight towards an orgasm, cumming hard around his cock as he fucked up into your slower than he had been but stil oh so deep, feeling him inside your gut.

“Oh fuck! fuck— Jake I’m cumming ohhhh god YES!”

The feeling of your velvet walls pulsing around his cock was far too much for Jake to handle as he followed you to his own high, hot ropes of cum mixing with your own as Jake spilled his load inside you—falling into a heap on top of him as he fell down against the mattress, his cock throbbing inside you as you both sighed out in relief and revelled in the euphoric silence, enjoying the high together.

“Hop off and lay down on your back, legs spread for me Widow.” Jake ordered before he was helping you off of him. “Wanna enjoy the show.” Jake moved effortlessly down between your legs, kissing your stomach every inch he ventured past, making quick work of throwing your legs up over his shoulders. “Wanna watch you cream for me.” Jake could see your pussy just dripping with the mixture of his and your own cum, slowly leaking out. 

“Jake—“

“Fuck you’re incredible, look at this pretty pussy just throbbing for me.” Jake never took his eyes off yours as he licked a long and slow stripe up your dripping pussy—collecting the creamy mixture he’d just filled you with. Tasting himself. “Fucking delectable.” 

“Oh God—Jake—“ The way you moaned his name was his new addiction and Jake was a full blown addict. Chasing the next fix of his favourite drug. You. 

“All for me hey? Push the rest out beautiful, wanna see how full I made you.” You do as you're told as Jake swipes the pad of his thumb across your sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing the mixture out as you arched off the bed slightly. “Fuck—“ Jake catches a little on his fingertips before pushing it back inside you, curling his fingers a few times against your fucked out velvet walls. “Again.” He whispers before spitting on pussy to create more arousal. 

You did what you were told, abiding by Jake’s orders as he watched your drip his cum once more for him, pushing the mixture out one final time. 

“Such a pretty girl aren’t you?” He groaned before coming up to press his lips against yours. holding your face between his palms as he laid between your open legs. 

“There, consider our deal officially sealed—“ Jake wasn’t sure what it felt like to be in love, but whatever he felt for you surely had to be close to it if not it. He knew as he looked into your eyes there was something there, he could see it—feel it as his heart skipped a single but important beat when he watched a soft smile creep across your beautiful face. 

He was fucked, Jake knew it, mixing business with pleasure never ended well but there was no way in hell he was going back now. Leaning in as he took your neck hostage, whispering two worlds into your ear that made every part of you shiver in arousal. Two words that meant far more than either of you probably knew. 

 “My Queen.”

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With some borrowed jeans of Lexis, a white T-shirt and a pair of boots, you twisted your hair up into a messy bum before making your way into the kitchen after showering with Jake, needing help due to your shoulder not being able to get wet. 

“Hey Widow, long time no see?” Bob was sitting at the island bench on his laptop, most likely searching to see if any news had spread from the events of last night. So far, nothing. “How's the South Side treating you? Miss Katipo Capo.” All you did was bush the big eyed bigger hearted tease off your shoulders, walking around to kiss Bob on the cheek until he was blushing and bashful. He was quick to trap the hand you’d placed on his shoulder with his, keeping you still for a moment before he let go. 

“Morning Bob.” You beamed at the man clad with round glasses that made him look all kinds of innocent. But an innocent man Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd was not. “Hey I just wanted to say thank you for everything, for the clothes, the emergency surgery, the safe haven.” You came to sit down on the stool next to him. “I know it’s a lot for you to tiptoe on the outskirts when you wanted out, so I just wanted to let you know I really appreciate it.” Bob just looked at you like he had no idea what you were talking about? Did you think that he’d voluntarily raised his hand to help or something? That he welcomed you, The South Side Widow into his humble abode just because he felt like it? 

No—if Bob Floyd had a choice you wouldn’t be here, but he didn’t. Jake had made that abundantly clear when he held a gun to his head and told him to get you somewhere safe after Coyotes call. Not in the mood for negotiating. All Bob thought about was his family, so he did what he had to do in order to keep on keeping on. 

Bob just closed his laptop slowly as he spun towards you, his knee brushing yours as he leaned in to check if any blood had seeped through his wrap job. Humming in delight and surprise when all he saw were clean and crisp bandages. He’d still need to change the dressing underneath though. 

“Not a problem.” Bob lied through a lippy smile. “Really, I honestly thought it was Jake hurt to begin with. I didn't think for a moment you would let something that dumb happen.” Again, you let the comment roll off your shoulders as you watched with curious eyes as Bob picked the silver bullet up from the bench. “I believe this belongs to you, I sanitised it, don't worry.” Bob chucked before placing it in your open outstretched palm. “Nine millimeter, If it had been any lower it would have clipped an artery—so I’d consider yourself lucky or Roosters just a bad aim.” 

“This is the one you pulled from my shoulder?” 

“The very one.” Bob confirmed as he took notice of the marks that trailed up and down the expanse of your neck, his mind flicking back to the way Jake had reacted to what was supposed to be his rival being shot in the shoulder—what the fuck was going on between the two of you? “Could’ve done a lot more damage too but you should recover without too much of a concern if you stay out of trouble.” 

“Trouble? In this town?” You taunted as Bob laughed along with you. The last time you saw Bob was just before his messy exit from the Death Adders, his hair was a little longer these days. Probably due to the fact he wanted to grow it out. Usually the type of guy to keep everything trimmed and tidy. But with so much time spent on bed rest and in and out of hospital, he just didn’t care anymore. It would have been driving Lexi completely mental, but then again—she would have just been counting her lucky stars she still had her husband around. 

His eyebrow was still slightly split, it had been split almost to his skull and would leave a nasty scar behind. Bob's right eye socket still looked like it was tinted a little green, probably still fractured underneath. Jake was indeed right when all he said was that Bob was “recovering.” He had purchased a small house just outside Fitzroy in what had always been referred to as ‘No man's land, a tiny stretch of land that regardless of what Gang or part of town you came from it was a safe haven no one could touch, his family was safe and as of right now so were you and Jake.

“Where’s Molly and Lexi?” You asked as you stood to look out the window, thinking about just how much of a coincidence it was that Bradley Bradshaw knew Jake was with you last night, how he knew that last night was the opportune moment to strike. Your mind wandered back to what Jake had said about Coyote, how he knew Roosters men were waiting to ambush Jake back at his own home. Your mind didn’t take long to fill with worry. 

Fill with fear that Jake had a rat in his ranks. 

“Sent them to Lex’s mothers house, I didn’t want to risk them being hurt even if we’re safe here.” It hurt to hear, but you knew you were a danger to Bob's  family. “I just wanted extra peace of mind.” Bob met Lexi when he was only seventeen, a pure at heart golden girl with the world at her doorstep.

Lexi of all people, with her bubbly personality and happy go lucky attitude didn’t deserve to live a life of crime. She chose Bob despite his upbringing, despite his lifestyle but he made it his mission once she took his last name that he would be a better man, and as far as you were concerned he kept that promise. 

Somewhere in a trance, you hardly listened to Bob as he spoke about how he would re-dress your wound in a few minutes just as soon as he got a chance to ask Jake exactly what the next move was going to be. Bob didn’t want to be brought back into this too deep but was willing to help as much as he could. He knew if he didn’t Jake would probably flip his world upside down. 

“That’s great Bob, hey do you know where Jake's keys are? I left something in the glove box.” You spoke with a blank face as you looked for the car keys, finding them mixed in with Bob’s Jeep keys in the bowl sitting on the bench. “Be back in two secs.” You pressed your lips together as you reached for the keys, pocketing them casually as Bob opened his laptop up again. 

You were out the door before Bob even logged back in, hearing the door slam behind you as he went back to his search. 

“Where are you—“ Looking around inside the car for Coyote's gun, you knew Jake would have picked it up off the ground after Bradshaw used it to shoot you last night, disposing of it in the drive before making his getaway. “Ah, gotcha—“ Finding it in the backseat you were quick to unload the clip to find it blank.

“Fuck” You mumbled before opening the glove box to find four other loaded guns to choose from, jumping in the driver’s seat you started the car and without hesitation followed your gut instinct. 

Something wasn’t right and you could smell a rat a mile away if you ever knew one. Jake wasn't quick enough, running out onto the drive just moments after you had sped off towards Jake’s house on the other side of town, the same house which you had been warned to keep clear from by Coyote the previous night. Your phone began to ring in your back pocket, letting it go to voicemail you knew it was Jake losing his mind. The text dial soon followed, quickly pulling it up out of your pocket as you glanced down at the text.

Hangman: “Get your fucking ass back here with my car!”

Hangman: “I’m not playing games kid get back here now!” 

Hangman: “For fuck sake Y/n you are injured!! Don’t forget that!” 

You threw your phone down onto the seat beside you, your mind clouded with nothing but the theory Jake had a rat in the ranks. Before you knew it you were pulling up outside Jake’s house, only to see Coyotes Blacked out G-wagon was parked in the empty drive. “Mother Fucker—“ 

Pulling out a gun from the collection Jake kept in his glove box, you checked the clip, making sure it was fully loaded before shoving it down the back of your jeans before grabbing another to walk in with ready to go. Javy must’ve been there all night, the front door was left unlocked as you made your way into the familiar foyer of Jake's luxury house, all paid for using dirty money earned through years of unregistered blackjack and poker games, drugs and strippers. 

As you made your way further into Jake's home, You heard footsteps coming from the upstairs study as you slowly skulked up the staircase, peering into the room you noticed piles of paperwork and reports scattered over the entire study floor. The same study you had just been in with Jake begging him for protection. The bookcase that held all his fathers old literature collection was now empty as the books were thrown everywhere. Discarded in haist. 

Jake's study had been ransacked but for what? Your heart raced inside your chest as you heard movement before drawing your gun and hiding behind the wall, Javy Machado soon came into your line of sight as he spoke on the phone pressed to his ear. Holding it between his shoulder and ear as he flipped through files thrown across Jake's desk frantically—looking for something that clearly wasn’t there. 

“I'm telling you now Rooster there's nothing here alright, he’s got nothing on the girl or what he’s planning to do.” Javy went silent as he listened to what Bradley had to say before he silently nodded. “She’s smart but hasn’t got the muscle men Jake does—I wouldn’t technically say she’s a threat.” 

Before you heard any more of the conversation, you quickly fired one shot into the study above Coyotes head, causing him to duck and drop the phone. “Fuck!” 

“I thought I smelt a rat, Javy you bastard!” You hissed before entering the study, pointing the gun as he squirmed along the ground to take cover underneath Jake's desk.

“Thought you would’ve been dead by now Y/n, maybe I should’ve shot you myself when I had the chance!” He spat, popping up from behind the desk as you fired a round his way blindly as Coyote threw a throwing knife into your right thigh before you could even register what had happened. 

“Ahh—“ In complete shock you groaned as you pulled the knife out and dropped it to the ground along with your gun. “Fuck!” Cupping your hand over your thigh, you watched the blood seep through your fingers. But you were fine, you were okay, you were alright. Right? 

Wrong. 

“You’re a deadman when Hangman gets a hold of you.” You stepped towards Javy as he stepped out from behind the old oak desk Jake's father had left him. “Bet you were the piece of shit who tried to choke me out last night huh?” You were the one who lurched forward first, starting the hand to hand fight, no guns, no knives—just bare knuckles and pure stupidity versus strength. 

“Wasn’t me, sweetheart.” Javy chuckled as he took your fist in his palm, stopping you from making a connection with his nose as he spun you around—your back flush against his chest. “Back off, before you get hurt.” Javy warned, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if he had to—but there were bigger plans ahead for you. Much bigger. 

“Well whoever the fuck it was didn't do a good enough job!” You shouted as you smacked your head back against his nose, spinning around to push him up against the wall, Javy let you though—giving you a little head start as you laid a solid punch to his nose before his hand outstretched going straight for your neck, slamming you down into the desk as you clawed at his hand which was violently constricting your airways. The stitches from the wound Bob had fixed slightly coming apart. “Coyote-“ 

“If it was me I would’ve shot you right between those pretty eyes Y/n.” Javy jerked your neck into the desk before you kicked your leg up right into his gut, forcing him to stumble backwards as you gasped for air. “You fucking bitch—when will you realise this is bigger than you!” You came off the desk and walked straight over to where Coyote stood doubled over, winded. Your thigh leaking blood into Lexi’s blue jeans with every step you took.

“You’ll have to do better than that Javy!” You spat venom his way, balling your first before smashing your knuckles into his face once again as Coyote swung for yours, hitting your right eye with force. 

The pair of you went at it bare-knuckle style for what felt like forever until somehow you knocked him to his knees. Acting quickly to pull the gun from your jeans and pressed it against his neck. Spitting blood out of your mouth as you clicked the safety off.

“I won't hesitate to blow your fuckin brains all over Jake’s study if you don't tell me what the fuck is going on!!” Coyote didn't answer, just closed his eyes and spat in your face. 

“I’d rather die than tell you anything, kid.” Javy laughed, smiling at you manically as he showed you his blooded teeth. “You haven’t got the balls baby—“ 

“Try me.” You fired a warning shot into the roof of Jake's study before placing the gun right into the skin of Coyote's neck just below his jawline. “Now I’ll say it again shall I? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” You shouted at the top of your lungs out of pure frustration and anger.

“Bradshaw.” Your heart dropped. “He wants Fitzroy, South and North, paid me top dollar to go dirty, was already doing his dirty work when you walked into Drums.” Coyote was stumbling over his sentences, getting all the important factors out before You’d heard enough. “You won't kill me, bitch, you don't have the guts!” Javy spat as you cocked your head. Making Coyote rise up to his feet as you walked him over against the wall with the gun still pressed deep into his neck. 

“Oh Javy, you have no idea the shit I've done or the stuff I've seen but guess what?” You paused to get closer to his beaten up face, smirking as an evil washed over you. A sinister smile creeping it’s way across your face that only the devil himself could minic. “When you live, live in clover, for when you're dead, you’re dead all over.” You chuckled, kissing his beaten and bloodied cheek before holding the pin back as Javy Machado closed his eyes. 

*bang*

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things from the psychonauts art book that I found interesting

putting this under a cut so people who are getting it but don't have it yet don't get spoiled! also some of these might have been said outside of the art book and I just forgot

Tim wanted to go inside Lili's head but they decided not to for time

There was a concept involving rescuing a dying brain

One of the unused concepts was aura reading, where "Truman's" aura would be around his suitcase rather than his body, and Milla's would change when she was around Sasha...hm

There were also plans for Claymation style animations

Gristol was, ironically, based on Grigori Rasputin

Maligula wasn't always going to be Raz's "grandma"

The Psychic 7 were originally going to be all from different time periods

An early concept of Compton was blind

Nikki Rapp drew from her own experiences of losing her dad when voicing Lili

Adam almost had facial hair, but it made him look too much older than the other interns

Character artist Zahra Amirabadi, who's from Iran, came up with Gisu's name and the cultural aspects her design

This isn't a fact really, but it's important to me that Dona is described as "a loving mother and talented performer" and "deeply attuned to her family's feelings" thanks for that Ashley Esqueda

Quote from Tim: "Dion and Mirtala might still be hiding something" hello???

Frazie originally had a bigger role and I know they had to cut it for time but I'm still sad!!!

Tim won't confirm or deny whether Queepie is psychic

Unused enemy concepts include "death wish" "root of the problem" "high horse" and "defensive turtle"

The restaurant is called the Noodle Bowl because noodle is slang for "brain" which...I honestly did not realize until now and I've been into psychonauts for about 2 years, oops

A concept for Millas room had candles everywhere, which, uh, I can see why that one didn't make the cut

Coach originally had his own garage where he made his mech

The through line they had for Hollis' brain was being a woman in a male dominated profession

The initial concept of Compton's mind was a trivia battle between the Booles and the Aquatos where we'd learn more about their families--man I'd kill for that!

They originally took Raz's powers away in Ford's mind, but decided that made for boring gameplay

There were plans for an abandoned summer camp in the Old Colony

Part of the reason you're locked in the Old Colony after Tomb of the Sharkophagus is because if there was an option to talk to the Aquatos then Raz would have to lie to his family's faces about Lucy and that just seemed too cruel

Cassie's mind was modeled off of 1920s Shanghai

They recorded voice lines for the moth dragging Bob into the sea during the Truheltia Memonstria battle, and Amber Hood cried while recording them, which, fair honestly

#psychonauts #psychonauts artbook

[daswarschonkaputt]

modern au fem!hanwenzhou

okay so like, pretty much all my art is someone else's fault. i stand by this. this is the fault of @antique-forvalaka (henceforth siv). blame or thank her. she just showed up unprovoked and was like, "fem!wkx has a flat ass and fem!zzs is big tiddy tomboy," and i was like, "umm???" what was i meant to do? NOT draw them? it's a modern au because i don't fuck with drawing hanfu.

most of these were drawn when i was too sick to write and lemme tell you i 100% underestimated the effect of a cough on drawing art. the lineart on wkx's piece took me so fucking long. i even had to go back in and redo bits of it. that's why some of it looks wonky but shhhh don't look.

assorted headcanons beneath the cut:

fem!zzs

this was the first one i started drawing, and then i nearly gave up because zzh's face is the fucking worst to draw. like, i even tried tracing a still and it still didn't look like him. okay, thots:

f!zzs has long hair that she takes relatively good care of but she pretty much always just ties up and ignores

she keeps it long because she sometimes does infiltration missions and it's helpful to appear super feminine

she knows how to be pretty and well presented but she literally never gives a shit

left alone she will happily sit in a sports bra and panties and eat ramen

oh yeah when she's lying low after leaving tc she disguises herself as a male vagabond. @luckydragon10 is very attached to f!zzs's fake stubble.

the hoodie look is an adaptation of my favourite zzs look from woh which is the meili look. look i am a simple woman, put the characters in a veiled hat and my brain just goes hrrrrnnnnng.

fem!wkx

oh hello other actor in this drama who is incredibly fucking hard to draw. luckily i had already drawn modern wkx before so i was a bit more used to his face. okay, some more thots:

the first one i drew was the big profile which is labelled in the csp file as tiddies out wkx

in my head f!wkx has a flat ass and flat chest bc siv said so, but she wishes she were curvy like wkx

she's very much styled after a femme fatale, emphasis on the fatal

she's pretty much always immaculately turned out, perfect make-up, perfect clothes, all very expensive

i had to draw her in stockings and garter belt. i just had to. also that lace texture killed me and took me like half of wanda//vision (which i was watching in the background) to get right

part of the reason i even did modern au was because i wanted to draw wkx with a sniper rifle

on that note the sniper rifle is traced from a photo bc i am lazy and at that point was very ill

"oh? so you have chosen death~♡" -- that's her vibe

fave wkx is angery wkx up in the top right corner. i drew her last.

one big regret that i didn't draw her splattered in blood and smirking like lelouch from code geass. i just think that would be neat.

fem!hy

thank u han ying for having a face that i can draw. thank u actor for having distinguishable features for my face blind self. thank u. thots:

this was the last set of these that i drew and i had to think long and hard about what to do for her. i knew i wanted her to be shorter than zzs but curvier than wkx but that was literally it

originally when i started drawing f!hy i gave her short curly hair, like close to a pixie cut, but i couldn't make it look right, so i went back to siv and extracted her suggestion of a side cut or undercut

in my head, hy and zzs run two-man missions all the time, with zzs as front woman and hy as tactical support/getaway driver

siv said to me that she sees wkx playing dress-up with hy bc hy is more receptive to it than zzs and i was like oh yes so that's why there's a little classy hy over on the right

also the more i drew f!hy with her little undercut and sweats i realised she looked like a fuckboi and i was here for it

special shout out to my favourite tac gear item: the throat mic. they're just so sexy. don't come at me.

shout out to fancy dress ass-kicking hy. the backstory here is that wkx put her in a pretty dress for a nice evening out only for it to devolve into a battlefield so hy takes off her heels and just starts blasting.

oh yeah special shout out here bc my brain was just like "play with the colours" so i did and now there is no consistent colouring for this set.

anyway i love hy's little button nose. so cute. love drawing it.

ok i'm done.

standard disclaimers for my art: all of it was drawn in clip studio paint (my beloved). i use pose references using the built-in 3D models and assorted poses i've downloaded from the store. faces are drawn using stills from the show i've founded on google images. when i draw fashion there's a high change it's from runway collections, in this case hy's dress is from the paolo sebastian moonlight serenade collection, specifically this one. and the fancy han ying look is adapted from ashi studio fall/winter 2017, specifically this look.

#kaputt suffers in art #fem!hwz #idk what the woh fandom tags are but #woh #hanwenzhou #at this point i should probably make a master tag for all my gender swaps bc i am apparently not done #neither am i restricted to kp #fem!zzs #fem!wkx #fem!hy #modern au #i wasn't actually planning on posting this #it was just for siv and co #but siv told me the woh girlies would want to see it #so i'm posting it for them #all of you can thank her for this #this is part of a greater effort i am undergoing to relearn how to shade faces #when i was at uni i just used block shading bc it was fast and looked decent #but before i did not #so i am relearning

[danjaley]

Get to Know Me - Sims Style

Thanks for the tag @nocturnalazure

Tagging whoever would like to do this - I'm just home from work on a Sunday, so only light tasks for my brain please.

What’s your favorite Sims death?

I've never been the type who enjoyed killing off their Sims, so I haven't been very interested in the various death-types. Years ago I've seen someone reply to this question "the mummy curse, because of the darkening vision effect and the sandy death-animation and ghost". This inspired a generation of my gameplay legacy, but I manipulated it so the Sim turned into a mummy instead of dying.

Alpha CC or MaxisMatch?

Maxis match, especially for clothing. I like the clear silhouettes of MaxisMatch clothing and I think they work best with most animations.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

In gameplay I prefer to achieve weight-changes the natural way. In storytelling of course I make the characters the way I need them.

Do you move objects?

In storytelling always, in gameplay sometimes to decorate.

Favorite Mod?

The technically obvious answer is NRaas because the game is literally unplayble without them. I love how many gameplay mods are being released these days.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

For every Sims game I was a bit late to the party and waited until it came with a pets expansion. This and Seasons. The world is not complete without animals and seasons.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

As @nocturnalazure said, I understand it as "we're live now". It's called "Live-Modus" in German and in a German word that's the only way "live" is pronounced.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

I still think the cast of Of Chevalry are the best Sims I've ever made. I don't see characters' faces very clearly in my head, but these really turned out the way I hazily imagined them.

Have you made a simself?

It's my icon.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Is this a question for the Sims 2 or 4 players?

Favorite EA hair?

I like the braided updo from the basegame. I use a lot of EA hair actually, especially for male Sims.

Favorite life stage?

Depends. For babies, toddlers, and to some extend children, I wish there were more content and gameplay in the actual game. On the other hand, this makes it fun to make mods for them. Teens and elders I wish were more different from adults, and I wish the developers had gone the extra step and made all clothing available teen-to-elder, like in Sims 4. In my stories I try to show my characters' development in whatever age they currently are.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I'm not a very good builder. My best own buildings are square and simple.

Are you a CC creator?

I dare say.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

I feel really old when I think of all my mutuals who are no longer active. Around 2015 there were so many historical and storytelling Sims 3 simmers! Sometimes I think of their stories and how they might have continued...

Do you have any sims merch?

Until last year there was a cardboard plumbob hanging next to our family-computer. But we finally realized every family member has their own computer now, so we removed that office corner.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

I do, but it only has a handful of three-second screen-captures from my game. At one point tumblr's video upload didn't work, so I linked them from youtube.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

It changed a lot. I always played a historic game, but I was much more eclecticist in the beginning. Of course also new cc came out, and I started using lighting mods and later poses. And I switched from gameplay to storytelling.

What’s your origin id?

danjaley

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

There are many, but the first Sims creator and blogger I discovered was @aroundthesims . Sandy inspired me to start my own Simblr, and what would I do without her custom content?

How long have you had simblr?

Nine years this March.

How do you edit your pictures?

In Photoshop CS2. It used to be Elements but that is no longer working.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

See above.

#textpost #long post #tagged

[descubriendo-aurelia]

tl;dr trans origin story

So, what have I done so far? How did I arrive to this point? Well, I kind of always knew that I wished I had been born a girl, but for many years I suppressed these feelings. I can remember as far back as age 4, seeing my older female cousin Jaimie and wishing I could look like her.

(Warning: I talk briefly about a sexual encounter below.)

I'd been somewhat familiar with feminizing HRT, FFS and vaginoplasty since I was an early adolescent thanks to cable TV, and transitioning seemed like such an extreme process (because it is) that it seemed impossibly expensive to achieve the results that I wanted for myself. I'd always been fascinated with hearing the stories of trans people and would watch anything related to them them any chance I got. My favourite movie since I was 16 years old was, and still is to this day, Breakfast on Pluto, a story about an Irish transwoman. How curious that it didn't occur to me until later in life that I loved this movie because I wanted to be like the main character.

Throughout the years there were other signs, like playing dress-up with my best friend and wearing their femme clothes, which led to the appearance of my Southern belle alter-ego Annabelle in our late teens while the True Blood series was still popular. Yes, with a big, floppy hat y todo. 👒

Shortly after moving to Seattle, I'd come to the realisation that I'd never been comfortable with a male identity and decided to start identifying as non-binary and using they/them pronouns.

There were two main catalysts that made me come to terms with my inner womanhood this past year. The first was a sexual encounter I had with a bisexual man who wanted me to wear panties for him. As we had sex, he sexualised me as a woman and referred to me as a woman. It made me feel validated and desired in a way that I had never been before, and it felt so right and perfect somehow. This encounter, as you might imagine, made me reflect long and hard about my gender identity.

The second catalyst was an Italki Spanish conversation class. My teacher is a trans woman, and the topic of discussion was gender identity. At one point during our discussion, she asked me, "What part of you wants to cling to the masculine?" and I realised that I didn't really have an answer for her. I realised that I was clinging to masculinity (or vestiges of it, lol) because I wanted to please other people, rather than make myself happy and discover my true identity.

A couple days later, on July 20th 2022, I decided that it was time to start doing something about it. I started by telling close friends, and it wasn't long before I settled on the name Aurelia and started to try presenting as female to the best of my ability. I'm very fortunate to work in a very trans-friendly city at a very trans-friendly business with exceptional health insurance for individuals who seek in gender affirming care. Having already worked alongside several trans people at my job, I felt comfortable enough to start coming out to my coworkers right away. They, of course, accepted me with open arms and have been amazing at using my preferred name and pronouns. A few of them even gave me clothes!

I then, of course, started shopping. In addition to makeup and clothes, I bought an epilator, silicone breast forms, mastectomy bras, a few different styles of gaffs as well as tucking tape. Not at all once, of course, 'cause all that shit was expensive. (Especially the gaffs! I tried two styles, a cheap $20 Amazon that was bulky and inaffective, and a $40 that works amaaazingly. $40 is a lot, but after I started ordering one every paycheque, I think she took notice and started sending me two per order, which was super sweet of her. Thanks, Lexy B Blair!)

I found a doctor who specialises in transgender care through my insurance and on September 6th, I started taking my HRT medications. After 5 weeks, I've seen slight (though not yet visible) breast tissue growth, skin softening, and thinning and softening of body hair. It's hard for me to gauge any emotional or psychological changes, since I was a very emotional person before HRT, lol. I guess I get angry way less often, but I also feel like this was true before I started HRT and has more to do with the relief I felt immediately after coming out that I was finally allowing myself to present female.

On October 13th, I got registered for laser hair removal, and I'll begin my first treatments in November! I'm so tired of shaving every day and having to use orange colour corrector and a full face of heavy foundation just to have a "natural" look. My facial hair comes in really dark, so no matter how close I shave, they leave behind a greenish undertone to my skin, which is why I need the colour corrector.

So, now what? We wait for the hormones to do their job. I probably won't notice any major changes until a year in, and the full effects could take 3-4 years. I asked my doctor about progesterone to help with breast development, and he wants to try it when I'm 6 months to a year in. Depending on how well that works, I may or may not eventually want breast augmentation.

Another procedure I'm definitely interested in is facial feminisation surgery. Because I went through a testosterone-based puberty during my adolescence, my jawline is very angular and I have a protruding brow bone compared to before I started puberty. HRT is supposed to help a little bit with rounding of the face via fat redistribution, but this won't be noticeable for at least a year. So, I suppose the plan will be to see how satisfied I am after the three year mark, and if not, look into getting the procedure.

And then, of course, there's the surgery that cispeople are most obsessed with: ✨vaginoplasty✨. Will I get it? First of all, if you don't already know this, please don't ever ask a trans person this question. As for me, I'm still conflicted. I don't believe in the concept of "completely transitioning" and don't think that genital surgery is a necessary step in a gender transition. I would be completely content keeping my genitals and would still feel as complete of a woman as any other. And yet, when it really comes down to it, I think I would still prefer a vagina to a penis if given the choice... which, I guess I have? But then, of course, there's the whole surgery itself, which is very extensive and scary, with a rough recovery. Plus the extensive dilations. Hmm, I just don't know about all that. If I did it, which I honestly don't think I will, I would want a very talented doctor who will perform a labiaplasty, clitoroplasty, and vaginoplasty, and who has multiple photographs of the results of former patients.

So, that's all, folks. If you're still reading this, thank you for listening to me overshare, lol.

#hrt update #mtf trans #trans #transgender #transfemme #transfem #trans woman #transgirl #trans positivity #vaginoplasty #gender affirming surgery #gender affirming care

[berriesandjunnie]

❝ introverts ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis new to seoul, minghao gets assigned to the quietest person in his class and with it, the two of them are forced to break out of their shells. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / student!au / exchange student!minghao / quiet student!reader / reader wears glasses / scene of bullying / same age relationship / guess u can call it character development ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing minghao x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 3.0k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note xu minghao i’ll sacrifice my soul pls

˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰ now loading… enjoy! ꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄  

The bells chimed loudly through out the campus, ringing in every attending student or staff’s ears as it travelled through the mazes of corridors and filled the classrooms. There was a chorus of disappointed groans and moans from students filling the hallways, pushing and shoving to get to their metal lockers that others slammed shut into the quarrelling atmosphere. It was time to disperse from gossiping crowds and couples with their faces mushed together. Although it was to be noted, you’d never be seen in such an environment, for you where already seated at your desk with your head in a revision guide. Were exams approaching? Of course not but you’d like to stay on top of your studies as much as possible. 

What was the point in mindlessly gathering like a cult in a crowded corridor, you thought to yourself as the masses of students in your class began to herd through the door as it opened. Couldn’t that wait for outside of school hours? You shook your head mentally, scrapping the thought as you turned your gaze back down to the open pages in front of you. You hadn’t the slightest of any friends, you liked it that way. Perhaps a little lonely sometimes however at what cost did company come without drama? Not that you were ever involved in it but you overheard plenty from the girls seated around you. You had - once upon a time - had a friend, you reminisced as your eyes landed to the empty desk beside you. Until she was forcibly moved schools and you never heard from her again. 

The clicking noise of freshly polished heels hitting the tiled school flooring silenced the rowdy noise surrounding you as the classroom door slid open and your youthful teacher stepped in, eliciting some whispers from the males amongst your class population. Your eyes rolled almost automatically, looking back at your book as you expected her to start the class attendance shortly but it never came, in fact the sudden whispering of the girls surrounding you caused you to raise your head once more. 

Stood beside your teacher rather awkwardly was a tall, lanky male you wished you could describe as a beanpole. His hair was brown and wasn’t styled yet still maintained a neat look you couldn’t comprehend when all the males in your class stiffened their hair with gel. His gaze wandered the many staring faces of your classmates before it fell to you. Neither of you even exchanged a smile as you both turned your heads away, with you swallowing a tight lump in your throat. 

“We have a new exchange student joining our class for the rest of the semester from China today,” your teacher spoke up, drawing the attention of many listening ears as the class craved for information about the mysterious student, “I’d like to assign him to one of you, I expect you’ll take care of him during his time with us.”

The classroom erupted once more into loud, screeching sounds as the girls shot from their seats, their arms raised as they all yelled “me!” in hopes your teacher would choose one of them to be assigned the good-looking exchange student. You clicked your tongue quietly, not faltering as you kept your head low and begged that your teacher would just choose one of them and bless you with silence once more in the classroom. 

“Miss l/n?” your teacher called out over the girls’ many pleas - they however quietened at your name, slowly lowering themselves back into their seats as they turned to stare at you. You raised your head, confused, “I’m entrusting our new exchange student to you. You’ll sit beside y/n, she’ll take care of you.”

She finished speaking to the exchange, who nodded slightly before meandering his way through the desks of pouting students, watching his every move expectantly. As the chair beside you pulled out from under the desk, you gulped and lowered your head from the narrowed glares you were receiving. Nobody had sat there since her and now you were having to process having no choice but to speak to another person. 

“What’s your name?” You whispered suddenly, taking notes in your book as your teacher began blabbering about geography and the weather, “welcome to our class by the way.”

The male lifted his head from where he was writing, as if he didn’t expect you to even remotely acknowledge him. With the tiniest smile on his face, he nodded and looked back at his book.

“I-uh- Xu Minghao, my Korean name is Myungho,” he mumbled and you took note of how fluid he was with his hand, writing so smoothly, “nice to meet you.”

A hum erupted from your chest, cracking a small smile on your lips as you tapped your pen against the desk.

“Nice to meet you too.”

-

“Your classmates are certainly loud.” Minghao mused softly from where the two of you were sat on the grassy school grounds, basking in the sunshine during the lunch period. You let out a soft sigh, muddling your chopsticks through your food as if with a sudden loss of appetite. 

“They’re something else, that’s for certain,” you mumbled, making Minghao chuckle slightly, “they could have put you in a quieter class.” 

“You don’t get along well with your classmates... do you?” Minghao’s question came out carefully, his eyes watching your expressions as you faltered, swallowing what food was left in your mouth. He wasn’t wrong but you were amazed he’d been with the class just a morning and he’d picked up that you were the black sheep. 

“That obvious, huh?” You sighed, taking a sip of the smoothie you’d made before you dashed out of the house this morning. Minghao’s normal smile faltered into a sad smile, looking down at his own packed lunch.

“Sort of, they were whispering about you while I walked to sit down,” Minghao admitted quietly and you felt yourself scoff, pursing your lips as Minghao realised he was treading on thin ice, “do you really not have any friends?”

Part of you wished Minghao would shut up, no matter if he was almost as quiet as you personality-wise. Yet you couldn’t deny it felt nice to have someone acknowledge your existence past the pushing and shoving you experienced, even the shoulder bumps in the corridors. His company was warm too, he wasn’t cold like everyone else. 

“The only friend I had used to sit at the desk you sit at now, she left without a trace months ago,” there was this pull, like an urge to spill your secrets to the guy you’d met only a mere few hours ago, “haven’t really befriended someone since. I don’t need that drama.”

Minghao lifted his beef lunch to his mouth, chewing his mouthful as he nodded and stared off into the distance.

-

It had been a few weeks since Minghao joined your class as a Chinese exchange student and you’d finally been forced to use your voice for more than a one minute answer to a question in class. That day you’d have uttered all the curses under the sun, cursing out your teacher for disrupting your peaceful last year of education but as you wandered the hallways with Minghao before class, you were beginning to fall thankful to your teacher and wondered if that was her plan all along. 

“Yoohoo, four-eyes!” A voice hollered above the many conversations you were passing, almost freezing your body as you suddenly regretted not staying at your desk as you had always done. Minghao glanced down at you as he took notes of the glasses perched on your nose and the realisation came down on him that they must have meant you. 

The taller, bulkier male that you had instantly recognised the voice approached you, his face smug as not a single eyelash battered in his direction. The corridors were his domain, after all. He was in your class, of course he was - nobody outside of your class would even know your face, you were seen that little around campus. 

“What do you want, Seungmin?” It came out as a sigh, unable to raise your voice slightly and fight back to whatever he wanted from you. It could be a variety of things but hopefully he wouldn’t cause a scene with Minghao tailgating you everywhere. Despite being much thinner than Seungmin, Minghao had unconsciously shuffled towards you and he himself couldn’t even explain it. 

He’d been learning so much about you over such a short course of time, taking note of every small thing you did. Even if he’d fly back to China at the end of the semester, he wanted to prove to you that he was worth your trust as a friend. Specifically, he remembered you venting that you could never seem to stand up for yourself after your old friend disappeared and that’s why you’d began to hide away in the classroom all day every day, hunched over your desk. 

“Write my economics paper for me,” he ordered and you wished you could wipe off that prideful look from his face because he knew you wouldn’t refuse, “what? Too busy with your new friend?”

Minghao bit his tongue. If anybody in the area had cared about you even in the slightest, they’d have felt the same unexplainable anger as he did in that moment. His eyes narrowed at Seungmin, watching from the corner of his eyes as you hung your head low to avoid looking at him. 

“When is it due-” You had began to speak but Minghao cleared his throat, cutting you off as he stepped in. He no longer wanted to feel like a ghost helplessly watching you be bullied into doing someone else’s assignment. 

“She’s busy, you’ll have to do it yourself.” He stated, his voice louder than average as you raised your gaze to look up at him. He refused to look down at your most likely disappointed stare as Seungmin quirked a brow, turning to him.

“I didn’t realise I was speaking to you, asshole.” He gritted his teeth and Minghao inhaled, bracing himself as he blocked a punch Seungmin threw his way with his upper arm. 

“You are now.” Minghao uttered under his breath as he threw a punch back, catching Seungmin’s chin and throwing him off balance. Seungmin groaned, gripping his chin before he angrily stomped towards the Chinese male again. Tired of the situation, you attempted to step in front of Minghao but the male nudged you out of the way with his elbow, getting you out of the firing range as Minghao was thrown back into the metal lockers behind him. 

-

“This is not what I’d expect from you, Minghao,” your teacher sighed as she stood over the two of you in the nurse’s office, “but thank you for standing up for her - next time, you get staff involved.”

Her heels faded away as she left and the two of you were left alone in the dingy nurse’s office. The lights weren’t on and it was overcast outside, leaving it a gloomy grey colour inside the room. The nurse had been here half an ago, tending to Minghao before she was rushed off. Pressing the pack of ice to Minghao’s busted lip, you sighed.

“That was reckless, Minghao.” You mumbled, not quite wanting to sit and thank him continuously for standing up for you. You were quite used to taking orders from your classmates when it came to their grades, there was no need in your eyes for him to stand up for you. His gaze drifted out of the window, wincing momentarily when you applied pressure to his busted lip - eliciting a quiet apology from you. 

“I don’t care what you’re used to, y/n or what is normal here,” Minghao sighed, taking the pack of ice from your hand as it began to cramp from holding the freezing item for so long, “I’m not going to let you get walked over like a doormat for as long as I’m here. You’re my friend.”

The phrase rang in your ears like the school bell would every morning, your eyes staring at him as you processed what he’d just said. You couldn’t even be angry about him defending you anymore as you took in the cuts and bumps he’d acquired from Seungmin beating him up. When you’d brought him to the nurse’s office, not a scratch on your body, he had mumbled “worth it” under his breath. Your head lowered, gaze falling to your laps as you fought back some tears, attempting to swallow a lump in your throat but alas to no success. 

Minghao’s spare hand reached over, encasing one of your hands in its warm atmosphere as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. The closed nurse’s door muffled the crowds and crowds of yelling students outside, celebrating the start of spring break as the academic day ended. 

“Let’s go get Korean barbeque, yeah?” He beamed as much as he could with his busted lip, causing a small smile to crawl on your face as you nodded, letting him raise you to your feet as he stood.

-

Tiredly, you watched as your classmates all bickered amongst themselves, throwing around poorly made paper airplanes as the girls applied their morning make-up. Minghao popped his chewing gum from the desk beside you and you turned your head to see him already staring. He smiled widely, his eyes creasing as you caught the piece of chewed gum between his teeth. You rolled your eyes, leaning back in your seat. 

“Want to see a film after school today?” Minghao piped up, drumming his fingers on his desk as he rested his head in his other hand, keeping his eyes locked on you. You hummed, admiring your nails that were in much need of a cut. 

“Depends what you’re dragging me to see.” You mused, glancing at him. He pursed his lips, looking away momentarily. His actions caused you to quirk a brow, the two of you had found it much easier to communicate with each other now but he was acting off again. 

“Well,” he chuckled nervously as he too leaned back in his seat, “what we was going to watch was your choice.”

You paused, blinking as you stared at him. He smiled, passing you a bar of your favourite chocolate as he mumbled “don’t eat it all at once.” Slowly, you smiled back with a scoff. 

“You’ll be the death of me, Hao.” You shook your head, taking the bar of chocolate from him.

“Before chocolate kills you off? Shocking.” He winked, turning towards the front of the classroom as your teacher entered. You seemed frozen on the spot, your eyes still on him as his wink played a gif in your head before you finally shook the scene from your mind and turned to face your teacher too.

-

“How much longer until you leave me alone, you’re annoying.” You sighed jokingly as you laid back on the grass, watching the clouds above you as they passed by. Minghao scoffed from beside you, where he was shoving his empty lunch containers back into his backpack.

“You’ll miss me really.” He mused, nudging your thigh playfully. You looked over at him, admiring his side profile as he searched his bag for an energy drink can he’d brought from the convenience store earlier. 

“Yeah, I will.” You whispered, your eyes tracing his jawline and the shape of his nose as he tilted his head to look down at you. You smiled, listening as the rustling of his bag stopped.

“Don’t get soppy on me now.” Minghao teased, chuckling as you sat up, flattening your uniform’s skirt.

“I can be soppy if you want me to be.” You sneered, sticking your tongue out at him as the sun went behind the many clouds you’d been watching prior - there went your lunchtime sunbathing. Minghao clicked his tongue.

“I somehow don’t believe that you - y/n l/n - can be soppy.” He tapped his chin as if he was genuinely debating it and you scoffed, leaning over and pressing your lips to his. There was a stiff moment of neither of you knowing what to do - for a start you were simply an introvert, you’d never dated through out your entire time during education and you was about to finish it. Minghao however moulded easily against you, a hand threading through your hair at the back of your head as he kept you from leaving the kiss. 

The soft pitter of raindrops fell against any sight of bare skin you were showing, leaving you to pull away from Minghao breathlessly as you looked up at the clouds, laughing lightly. The small drizzle fell heavier, beginning to soak your uniform as Minghao pinned you to the grass, beaming.

“Hao it’s raining!” You whined with a laugh as you looked up at him. He hummed, his eyes glazing over your face as raindrops fell onto your glasses.

“So?” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you once more.

Unbeknownst to the pair of you, a figure stood in one of the many windows of the looming school building with a smile gracing her face at the scene before she turned on the heel to prepare the next class’ powerpoint slides. 

-

Minghao’s hand grazed your leg, causing you to roll your eyes as you chewed the pen you was holding to your mouth. 

“We’re supposed to be studying for these stupid exams.” You mumbled, your eyes tracing over the very same revision book you’d been memorising the day Minghao joined as an exchange student. 

“We’ve got like three more weeks, baby,” Minghao grumbled, throwing his head back, “plus who is to say I can focus with my beautiful girlfriend next to me? C’mon at least take a break, you’ve been reading this book for an hour now.”

Sighing, you gave in to Minghao’s complaints and closed the revision book, watching as he grinned in your direction.

“Happy now?” You huffed, letting Minghao place a quick kiss on your lips before he shimmied off your bed.

“Yep, now come on I’ll order food.” 

#cafeshuaaa #xu minghao #xu myungho #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen the8 #seventeen fanfic #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt #svt fluff #svt fanfic #svt the8 #student!au #afab!reader

[candidapple]

Hey hey hey! I just wanted to start out by saying I absolutely love your writing style 🖤. I was wondering if you’d be comfortable writing a nsfw/comfort with a trans male reader who’s having issues with their family with Jade and Floyd? (Can be separate or poly) I myself am going through a tough time with my own parent and I’m really just in need of some comfort with my comfort characters.

-Cherry 🍒

a/n i would love to do that for you, cherry! i hope you enjoy this little offering, and that it can bring you at least half of the love and comfort you deserve 💙

cw adult content. minors dni 🔞

jade & floyd leech x m!reader

Floyd pops out of the pool like a buoy with teeth and flicks a clawed hand through the water to splash your legs. When you fail to react beyond scrunching up your nose and curling yourself farther away from the pool’s concrete edge, his playful smile twists into a frown. He swims up to you, long serpentine tail cutting cleanly through the dark water, and rests his folded arms on your thighs.

“Why the long face, Rainbowfishie?” His ear fins flutter curiously, tail swishing idly behind him. “You’ve been down in the dumps all day.”

A contrary part of you would like to stew in your sour mood and scoot away from him, preemptively rejecting any comfort he might offer were you to tell him the truth, but you can’t bring yourself to be that mean. Bad enough that you feel like shit; why spread it around?

So you force a weak smile and take one of Floyd’s cool, slick hands in yours, weaving your fingers together as best you can with his webbing in the way. “Don’t worry about it,” you tell him. “I’m fine.”

Floyd squeezes your hand and wraps his other arm around your waist, tucking his fingers inside the waistband of your swim trunks so his claws tickle your bare hip. He makes a face at you. “Sometimes I just don’t get you, Rainbowfish. If you’re in a bad mood, just say so. What’s the point in lying about it?”

Your stiff, fake smile melts into something a little more genuine. Floyd would think like that; he never hesitates to express how he’s feeling, whether he’s euphoric or pissed off. You like that about him. You wish you could express yourself so easily, without care for what others might think of you.

You scooch closer, slipping your legs into the pool and reaching up to cup Floyd’s cheek, rubbing your thumb over the dark green markings on his face. His ear fins flap, and he trills softly in his throat. It’s a sound you only ever hear him make when he looks like this; his human throat must not work the same way.

“Are you sure you wanna know?” you ask, slipping your fingers into his wet hair to scratch his scalp and make his eyelids drop to half mast. “I don’t wanna ruin your mood, too.”

“What’s this about Floyd’s moods?”

Your fingers still in Floyd’s hair, and you crane a look over your shoulder to see Jade approaching you on two legs, a tray balanced familiarly in his hands. He left a few moments ago to fetch snacks, and now he’s back sooner than you’d expected, padding barefoot across the concrete with his pants and shirtsleeves rolled up to his knees and elbows. It’s a little strange seeing him like this; he’s always either buttoned up from his neck to his ankles or completely nude in the water.

Strange, but not bad. His ankles and forearms are very nice to look at you, so much so that you kind of want to bite them. You smile at him.

“Not Floyd’s moods,” you say, “my moods. Floyd noticed I was feeling down and wanted to know what was up.”

Jade clicks his tongue at Floyd and kneels fluidly to set the tray on the floor by your hip. “I told you be patient and let our little morsel come around on his own, Floyd. You mustn’t push.”

Floyd grumbles at his brother and hugs you tighter around the waist, nuzzling his face into your stomach so you feel the points of his teeth against your skin when he talks. There was a time when you wouldn’t have let him get so close to such a vulnerable part of you, but things are different now. Now, you want him and Jade close pretty much all the time.

“Sitting around waiting wasn’t doin’ anybody any good,” Floyd complains. “Sometimes you hafta push if you wanna get things done.”

You reach over to pull Jade’s arm around your shoulders, so you’re wrapped up in both your boys. That’s much better. “It’s okay, Jade. Floyd’s right. This time, I needed the push.” You pluck a raspberry macaron off the tray and pop it into your mouth. You chew it slowly, savoring the sweetness and maybe buying for a little time, then swallow and say, “You know how today was mail day? Well, I got a letter from my parents.”

A low growl rumbles in Floyd’s throat, and even Jade’s hand tightens imperceptibly around your shoulder. You almost don’t want to go on, but you know they won’t let you stop now that you’ve started, either.

“And what did they say to you?” Jade asks mildly. You know better than to think that polite interest is all he’s feeling right now.

You give a careless shrug, like it doesn’t really matter and you’re still not smarting over it. Like you didn’t have to wipe your eyes dry on your pillowcase before your roommate saw you crying and asked what was wrong.

“Oh,” you say, “the usual bullshit. You know how they are. It’s fine, though. Really. I’m over it.”

Jade selects a chocolate macaron, turns it over as if inspecting it for nonexistent flaws, then presses it gently to your lips. You open up and take a bite, and his thumb brushes crumbs from your chin. “Are you, now?”

It’s your turn to make a face. You really can’t fool either of them, especially not Jade. You lick chocolate buttercream from your lips and admit, “No, I guess I’m not. Y’know, sometimes — sometimes I wish they wouldn’t write at all. I know they’re happy to have me away from home most of the year, so I really don’t know why they bother.”

Floyd rests his chin on your lap, his right eye glowing dimly up at you like a paper lantern floating above the ocean. “You should come live in the sea with us, Rainbowfishie. Our folks’d love you.”

You look at Floyd, at his teeth and claws and the long dangerous length of him. Then you look at Jade, who appears no less dangerous for currently occupying a human body. You remember the first time you met them, and how you were half convinced they wouldn’t mind frying and eating you. For a long time, they’d done little to dispel that initial impression, seeming to revel in sneaking up behind you and scaring the daylights out of you until they grew bored of that and made it clear they’d much rather fuck you than eat you. Of course, you don’t intend to let them forget about it.

“They’d love to have me for dinner, maybe,” you say dryly. Pointedly. “Do eels eat rainbowfish?”

Jade laughs softly, and Floyd grins at you with those sharp, shredding teeth. “Nah,” he says, slipping his hand further into your trunks to palm greedily at your ass. “If anyone’s gonna eat you, it’ll be us.”

Your breath catches and your face flushes. Your nipples stiffen, going hard and tight with gooseflesh, and you’re not wearing a shirt so no way are they going to miss that. You squeeze your legs against Floyd’s sides and ask, “Are you propositioning me, Leech?”

Jade’s hand slips down your shoulder and back up again, caressing you, and the hair on your arms stands on bristling end. You can feel him watching you and his brother as Floyd runs his tongue over his teeth, all hungry intent.

“Maaaybe,” he drawls. “Depends. Do you want me to be?”

Jade presses a kiss to your temple and breathes in through his nose, inhaling the scent of you. “What do you want?” he whispers. “Tell us, dear thing. Tell us and it’s yours.”

You believe him. Octavinelle students never do anything out of the goodness of their hearts, but you are Floyd and Jade’s, and what’s theirs is yours. You turn your head to catch Jade’s lips in a soft kiss, welcoming the taste of his tongue when it slips shallowly into your mouth.

“I want you to make me feel good,” you mumble into the kiss. “And I want you to — I want you to hold me.”

You almost don’t admit to wanting that second thing, because sometimes you still expect them to mock you for being so weak, so human. And they do tease you, constantly, but with far less bite than they might use to poke and prod at everyone else.

You are their exception, and that means everything to you.

Jade leans back to look at you with a knowing kind of heat, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Done. And done. Floyd?”

You feel a tugging at your waistband, and you lift your hips before Floyd can tear the elastic, because he will. He shimmies your trunks down your legs and tosses them aside, where they land on the water’s surface with a splat. You realize with a resigned sigh that you’re going to have to go after them later, but this wouldn’t be the first time you’ve “lost” a pair of shorts while swimming with Floyd. All things considered, you think it’ll be worth it.

Yes, you definitely think so, because Jade’s slipping neatly into place behind you, bracketing your legs with his and hooking his ankles around yours to hold you wide open for Floyd. You lean back against him, sighing, and he runs his hands over your chest and belly then down your arms to lace his fingers with yours. He mouths at the crook of your neck, nipping you softly without breaking the skin. You shiver and arch into him, a slow, sticky kind of heat starting to simmer between your legs. You’re already aching for it, and they’ve barely even touched you. You wouldn’t believe it if it didn’t happen every time you had sex with them.

“Yeah,” Floyd murmurs, his breath hot on your inner thighs. “That’s it, little fishie. Open on up.” He presses your legs further apart, hands sliding over your knees, claws pulling lightly at your body hair. “I didn’t get a chance to eat any of those snacks Jade brought you, so let me have thisss.”

The last word hisses through his clenched teeth as he dips his head to nose at your crotch. You want to point out that it’s not like you ate everything on that tray and he could’ve had some if he really wanted to, but then his ear fins are smacking against your thighs and his hot tongue is unraveling from his mouth to give your hole a long, hard lick, and anything you might have said to him melts into a wordless whine.

“Yes, that’s lovely,” says Jade, lips tickling your ear, earring grazing your neck. He always does like it best when you’re loud. “Permit us to give you this pleasure, dear thing. That’s what you asked for, isn’t it?”

Yes, you suppose it is. You squeeze Jade’s fingers and he squeezes you back, holding you still when your hips want to squirm away from the overwhelming lash of Floyd’s talented tongue, licking you raw while his beautiful head bobs between your legs and his hands clutch at your hips. You can feel the cool, viscous slime his skin secretes dripping down your thighs along with your sweat and arousal, getting you that much slicker beneath his mouth. That slime is the reason why they can fuck you in both holes at once without hurting you. Thinking about that makes you squirm some more, legs kicking in the water, and Jade tuts at you and presses down on your hands, holding you still.

“Settle down now, sweet boy. How can we make you feel good if you persist in trying to get away?”

You’re not trying to get away — no, no, never — but you still can’t form a coherent sentence to save your life. All you can do is gurgle and grunt, hot pressure building in your gut and groin as Floyd purses his slick lips and sucks you steadily off, taking one hand off your hip to slip two fingers inside you. His claws tickle you without scratching you too deeply, and you thrust yourself down onto them, your body swallowing his hungrily. You love his tongue and fingers but you want his cock, his strange, beautiful cock with all of its bumps and ridges and the opalescent cum that drips from the deep teal head. You want Jade’s cock too, greedy thing that you are, and you can feel it prodding eagerly at the small of your back like it’s trying to get to you through his clothes.

You think Jade absorbed Floyd’s share of patience long before they hatched, though. It’s highly unlikely, if not entirely impossible, that he will give into temptation and let you get your hand (or mouth) around his cock right now. No, Jade prefers to take his time — and he loves to watch.

You must be putting on quite the show, too, panting and squirming and thrusting your hips against Floyd’s face to ride his mouth and get off on his tongue. You do get off, so quick and sudden it shocks you, leaving you gasping and wide eyed as searing relief rumbles through you like an undersea earthquake. Oh, fuck. Fuck.

You slump against Jade, who presses another kiss to your sweaty temple, and look down at Floyd just in time to catch him licking you off his lips. They are flushed dark green, those lips, wet and swollen from pleasuring you. He grins up at you, delighted, then wraps both hands around your thighs and yanks you into the pool with him.

Water splashes you in the face, and you shake your head and blink it from your stinging eyes, holding on tight to Floyd’s shoulders. You feel something bump your thigh beneath the water, and look down to see Floyd’s cock poking halfway out of his slit. A hard, fleshy bud sits at the crux of that slit, like a particularly long, engorged clit. You’ve spent a lot of time exploring that bud with your tongue — just as much time as you’ve spent eating out his slit until his cock popped into your waiting mouth — and you’re looking forward to exploring it some more.

Floyd trills softly again, squeezing you. “Feelin’ better, Rainbowfish?”

You lean back to stare at him — then laugh in disbelief. “Oh. I’d forgotten all about it, actually. Jeez.”

You know it won’t stay forgotten — you know your mood will sink again the next time you receive another curt letter from your parents, or the next time you have too much time to yourself to think and brood. But right now, that inevitability doesn’t even bother you. You’re just grateful that Floyd and Jade will be there to lift you back up in their own unique ways.

Speaking of Jade. He must’ve shed his clothes while you weren’t looking, because now you feel him swim up behind you, clawed hands slipping around your hips while his tail twines between your legs. Floyd grumbles at having to share you, but Jade is adamant.

“Come now, Floyd. It’s my turn with our sweet morsel.” He cups you between your legs and slips a finger inside of you, and you clench up, already eager for more. Jade turns your head to kiss your mouth, smiling against your lips when he hears you moan.

“Now,” he says. “How shall we cheer you up next?”

#jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #twst x reader #!candid fic #!apples of my eye

[sorroute]

Hello there! I think this is the first time I ever interact with you and your blog and I'm very happy to be part of your event. It is nice to meet you!💐🍫

I would like a BSD match-up, with an adult male character, please. I am an adult, straight female (25, NSFW hcs are fine), working hard (and suffering) to become a doctor. My dream is to work in ER or ICU, since I am willing to help others and I think that the best possible way to help them is during a life or death situation and I feel motivated to sacrifice my nights and youth for them.

I consider myself a positive and strong willed person and I enjoy surrounding myself with people. Usually it is a little difficult for me to get to know new people, but once I become familiar with them, I am less cautious and more open and friendly with them. I like to joke around a lot and I can't stand working on a fixed program, which is why I'm looking for an exciting and fast-paced job.

Sometimes I struggle with self-worth problems and, unfortunately, I don't have someone close to me to vent to and hear some encouraging words, but I try to give myself a pep talk and hope that it will work out on the long run. Because of this, I learned to rely on myself most of the time and I find it challenging to be vulnerable in front of others.

Appearance wise, I am quite tall compared to others (187 cm/ 6'2), but I've never considered it a negative trait, on the contrary, I think that I gain more respect because of my height. I'm a brunette, with olive skin tone, long curly brown hair with red undertones, big brown eyes, that are expressive and a slim, almost athletic build. I have some laughter lines from smiling too often, but I've never been bothered by them.

And for fashion preferences, I like casual-formal outfits (turtlenecks, jeans, overcoats, ankle boots) and my preffered colours are usually black, green, red or different shades of grey. I like to wear light makeup (nude eyeshadow and lipstick, mascara, foundation) and I never leave my house without using perfume (my favourite fragrances usually rich and decadent, like Black Opium by YSL, Alien and Alien Goddess by Mugler).

I think that should be all! Thank you for reading my little novel and I wish you a wonderful day/night, full of smiles and numerous blessings!

Okay. I know he's like the most popular bsd character BUT I think you and Chuuya would be amazing together

Chuuya

Ok, he absolutely loves your motivation for becoming a doctor.

He likes how strong-willed you are, it's a trait that he really admires

He was a bit surprised with the switch up in your relationship once you started to get to know eachother, but he loves it either way

Tall queen X short king basically

(He's jealous but thinks it's super hot at the same time??? Tall women for the win)

You and Chuuya both struggle with vulnerability, so it's definitely something that the two of you work on together

You don't have anyone to vent to or encourage you??? Well now you have a lifelong Chihuahua that will never EVER let you forget how much he loves you and how much you're worth

He loves your laughter lines he thinks they're so so so so cute

(he 100% kisses them all the time)

(well he would if he could reach 😭)

You guys have similar styles in terms of clothing and he loves it so much

Will buy you EVERYTHING.

He wanted to lend you his clothes one time since you guys have similar tastes and he wanted to do that thing from the movies where the guy lends the girl his clothes and they're way too big on her but the roles were reversed because you ended up being way too tall and stretched them out lmao

You and him will binge watch those 90's fashion shows together and discuss outfits for hours

He loves buying you perfume

He always shoves his face into your neck to get a whiff of your perfume

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

When I saw the perfume detail I immediately knew he's jerked off to the smell of your perfume before

He loveees to fuck the insecurity out of you

Will literally go for hours, whispering praises in your ear<3

He thinks tall women are so hot

(Definitely wants to call you mommy)

Likes the idea of you domming him and the idea of him domming you

He just loves you so much he's okay with anything as long as you're okay with it

A/N

Hellooo !! <3333 tysm for the request, you're so sweet. I didn't know if you wanted nsfw or if you were just sayin it was okay so I didn't do too many, sorry </3

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd x you #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x you #fem reader #matchup

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: fuse x male reader

req: no | wc: 1k (on the dot)

summary: “I’m taken.” “By who?” -his bf

warnings: suggestive, very. two dirty jokes

a/n: wallusy

Wally’s fanmail was always the same. There was the expected: admiration for his ability in battle and the fantastic, somewhat someway somehow artistic scenes he created with his ring of fire and explosions, and confessions of love.

They were sweet and all, albeit filled with way too much wishful thinking. Usually they came with a gift, though, so at the very least he was more than grateful.

He opens the first one of the day, he could tell with the little heart stamp on the envelope, and reads the first line out loud just like the rest of them, “Dear Fuse, I just gotta say I am in love with you.” He laughs, then speaks apologetically as though they’d be able to hear him, “Sorry, dear. I’m taken.”

“By who?”

Wally stares up from the envelope, confused look on his pretty face, furrowed eyebrows and all the shabang. “I’m sorry, what?”

You stare up from your book, an amused look on your face. “Did you hear me correctly?”

“Yeah, yeah, just-” Then he realizes it. You were only having a bit of fun. “oh.”

You laugh as he clears his throat. “Right, well. I am taken by a wonderful man. My boyfriend, he’s the best I could ask for.”

“Really?” You ask nonchalantly, taking a sip from your cup.

“Fair dinkum. Do you want to know more?” He shrugs. “I mean, I’d gloat about him all day if I could, but I dunno if you’re willin’ to lend a stranger an ear just to talk about their boyfriend.” 

“Yeah, tell me more.” You snicker, “Perhaps I know him.”

“Yeah, preferably.” You sit up in your high chair by the kitchen, as if you’re beginning to pay more attention.

“Eh, dunno if you know the guy, he hardly comes out during the daytime. You’d think he’s a vampire o’ something.” You stick your tongue out at him but he decides to ignore it. “Are you sure you only want me to sing his praises? I can say other things, too.”

“Well, he’s a good man. Greatest man I know. He’s kind, very. Treats me well.”

“How well?”

“So well.”

He stands from his seat on the couch and makes his way to you, slowly, very slowly. “He’s smart, too. Awfully smart. Makes me feel like an idiot in comparison, frankly.” 

“Don’t put yourself down just to uplift someone else, dear.”

“You’re right.” He shakes his head at himself, “Okay, then. Puts in the hard yakka on everything he does. And then there’s his looks.”

You laugh at his face as he says that. He looks like he’s in a trance as he’s thinking about it. “Mesmerizing, is he?”

“Yeah. Like,” He stops in front of you, leaning against the counter, “one of those crystal balls at the fortune teller’s in festivals.”

“Reckon those aren’t the only balls that mesmerize you.”

He snorts, loud, and almost breaks character for a second. “Yeah, I reckon. You little ripper.” He mutters to himself. 

“Anyway, he’s uh, got eyes more beautiful than anything you’d see.”

“Mhm?” He hooks a finger in your belt loops, an act he pulls off like it’s nothing but one that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed either.

“Hair styled perfectly.” 

“Yeah?” With the belt loops, he pulls you off your seat and closer. Closer to him.

“Yeah.” He breathes out, finally feeling you against him. “Yeah. It’s amazing hair, really. I don’t think I’ll be able to achieve something like it with my aging hairline.”

You snicker, “Well I think you pull off your haircut well, considering what you’ve got.”

“Do I?” He asks, eyes trailing down your face.

“You do.”

He switches his fingers on your belt loops, from index to middle, and pulls his finger through up to the first knuckle against the loop. He’s got his hands around either side of your hips, now, and with that, he pulls you impossibly closer.

“What else?”

“Oh… lips softer than a baby’s bum.”

He pulls you forward again, as if tugging, with his hands; clearly frustrated when he realizes it fails to pull your upper half towards him.

“Weird comparison, mister..?”

“Walter, Wally, Fuse. Whatever you want to call me.” He replies breathlessly.

“Do you want to kiss me, mister Fuse?”

His tongue darts out between his lips, wetting them with saliva as if making them more presentable to you. “Yeah.” He admits. “I do, a lot.”

You lean in, finally, to satisfy him. “Let me tell you about my boyfriend.”

He loves the way those words slip out your mouth, especially after kissing you. ‘My boyfriend’, like he was yours, like he belonged to you.

“He’s got the brightest smile I’ve ever seen and eyes a warm, sweetly chocolate brown. He’s kind, very kind, and,” Wally doesn’t resist pulling a kiss from your lips, but even then you continue like nothing. “a brilliant man. He’s a fighter, he is; could fight for anything and get it.”

Wally practically purrs as you trace a finger up his side. “Fought for me, even, and got me. Impossibly stubborn, can’t take ‘no’ for an answer, but I like that about him.”

“Do you? Like that about people?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then I suppose you would like it if I asked for a kiss, then wouldn’t take your refusal for an answer?”

“I suppose so. But,” You chuckle, “I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.”

Wally laughs, too, and steals a sweet kiss from your lips. “On the contrary, actually, he really liked that.”

Your finger continues up his side, up his shoulder and slightly ticklish neck, until it reaches his cheek. Then, you cup it with your hand. “Did he, now?”

“Very.” His grin widens. “I think you can tell, can’t you? Feel a little something in the ol’ daks?”

You laugh, out loud, finally breaking character at his derpy oggling eyes and stupid words. “You bogan!”

Wally laughs, “Can’t help it when you’re so clearly tryna get me all riled up.”

#walter x reader #walter x male reader #i refuse to say fitzroy #fuse x reader #fuse x male reader #apex x reader #apex x male reader #apex legends x reader #apex legends x male reader #🎟 // apex legends #🎫 // fuse #🎫 // walter #🌸 // success! #💞 // darlings

[justsomerandomfanfic]

hi! i was wondering if i could get romantic and platonic matchup for mha? For romantic i'd like male ship, please!

ᓚᘏᗢ general info:

/ 21 / she/her / enfp / 7w8 / leo /

𓆈appearance𓆈

𓆈 i'm tall, taller than most of my friends → i'm 6'2. my figure is hourglass shaped, something like models in 50s/60s fashion magezines, i think. i have shaggy golden blonde thick curls, my hair is long so i usually tie it up in two buns and two braids (like goldilocks from puss in boots: the last wish). my eyes are amber. i have skinny hands with long fingers

𓆈 my clothing style is mix of whimsigoth, cryptidcore and grandmacore. i really like unusual jewelry → weird shaped rings, earrings, brooches (i especially love the insect shaped and art nouveau ones)

𓆣personality𓆣

𓆣 i'm positive and upbeat person, i try to see the bright side in most situations. i'm friendly, cheerful and bubbly. i'm full of energy and i can be a bit chaotic, but i try to be as responsible as possible, i want people to feel that they can rely on me

𓆣 i'm really confident and i'm not afraid to express myself

𓆣 i care about my friends and family a lot, and go out of my way to show it. i love making people smile

𓆣 i'm super kind person, but won't take any nonsense

𓆣 i have morbid, dark sense of humor. sometimes i randomly say a weird obscure fact in the middle of conversation

𓆣 i'm kinda struggling with taking rest, doing nothing, because there is always something to do, something new to learn, etc. → i'm afraid of stagnation. i overwork myself a lot

𓆣 can't think of anything that i don't like, guess i'm so fixated on my hobbies and passions, i don't pay any attention to other things

𓃹 my hobbies 𓃹

𓃹 dancing and performing. i'm ballet dancer since i was a kid. i also try my skills as figure skater

𓃹 sewing and knitting. i sew most of my clothes and i made for myself tons of sweaters, with most silly patterns like characters from old cartoons, for example "wilk i zając" or "krecik"

𓃹 playing on instruments. i can play on violin, cello, piano, guitar, saxophone, harp and drums, i'm currently learning how to play on trumpet

𓃹 learning. about world and universe or learning new skills. i'm deeply fascinated by space and oceans, they're still unknown to humanity, learning about them makes me sigh in wonder and admiration. i also love nature, i could spend days wandering in forests, observing and learning about animals, insects, plants

𓃹 doll making. i love making dolls, puppets, marionettes. wooden, porcelain, rag, basically every type. i organize puppet theaters, sometimes i give my works as gifts to my loved ones

𓃹 art, any kind of art actually. i like to learn about artists and their work, and i like to try different types of art. sculpting, painting, ceramics, photography, filmmaking, i adore them all. i work as illustrator for fantasy books and books for kids (and honestly this job is dream come true for me!)

𓃹 gardening and herbalism. i work on in garden a lot, i grow flowers, vegetables and herbs. i know herbal medicine, i make my own infusions and tinctures

𓃹 cooking and baking. i learn new recipes whenever i have the opportunity. my favorite things to bake are bread and cookies. i also pick mushrooms, dry them or pickle them

sorry if it's too long or too chaotic (⁠･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠)

thank you so much for even reading this! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

i love your writing sm, btw! ♡

Hello! I hope you like your matchups! <3333

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My Hero Academia;

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Platonic;

Tamaki Amajiki:

🐙 You met Tamaki while out Pro-heroing, you have a pretty useful fighting quirk, but you usual go out and help those who are in need during/after crazy battles - the poor civilians often needed medical help, and you were there to help them; and then you met Tamaki

🐙 After one nasty battle, thankfully not a lot of people were harmed, you finished healing a few people and decided to go up and thank the other heroes for their good work - Mirio and Nejire matched the same bright and bubbly vibe of yours perfectly, while Tamaki was a bit nervous and thanked you in return

🐙 From then on, you met up with the three young heroes, going to little cafes to grab a bite to eat, and during that time, you got to know Tamaki a little bit more too - you actually surprise him, mirio, and nejire when randomly in a conversation you blurted out a really random fact

🐙 For Tamaki's birthday, after having known him for a while, you gifted him a homemade puppet - you took his little smile and words of thanks as a very good sign that he liked and appreciated it; he was amazed how talented you are

🐙 You and Tamaki are very much opposites, but like mirio and nejire, he works well with you, believing that you are a great and loyal friend - he knows that he could always rely on you

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Romantic;

Hizashi Yamada:

🎤 You and Hizashi are literally like the most perfect match - you are both bright, friendly, cheerful, bubbly little fire balls of energy (and both very much chaotic); he's confident , you're confident, he's loves making people happy, you love making people happy - I could say more but I think you get the idea (bit of an age gap? Who cares? You guys are perfect)

🎤 On to the dating stages of your life, cause we all know that you and he would just automatically be best friends in the beginning, you and Hazashi would literally always be there for each other; ride or die really - another thing that the two of you hate, stagnation, Hizashi is always doing something, (as are you)

🎤 Though, if things do settle down, (just slightly, we all know he won't stop moving), Hizashi is totally down to help you do whatever you need to get done; you're gardening? Hizashi is already repotting your plants, you're baking cookies? He's already tossing them in the oven and stealing cookie dough on the side

🎤 You do spend a lot of time together - it's like his favorite thing, if you haven't noticed - whether it's painting portraits of each other, dancing around the kitchen while baking bread, or teaching him how to sew his own clothes, he's loving it because you love it and he's doing it all with you

🎤 But then again, when times are slower, Hizashi will always take walks through forests with you, his curiosity getting the best of him as he asks you about almost every insect, animal, or plant that you both pass by; Hizashi loves everything that you do, finding you incredible, and he tells you often - he gifts you a lot of things that you like as well (like weird jewelry), but most of all, he loves spending time with you, just being in your presence fuels him

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